#I do not care that he said “you girls look happy to see they resembled you” having the full context is still sort of creepy

[nightshadow2518]

Okay so long time ago I wrote a process analyzation of tremolo stating that he does not really like these girls but rather he likes cards because he usually calls his cards cutie and this episode kind of proved me right in a way, finish the sub so let me talk about it. (Before I do please keep in mind that I'm not trying to change anyone's opinion I am just tellin scrollg you what I've analyzed from this episode if you do not like it, scroll away. I'm good with any respectful debates or criticism but if you're just going to disagree with me harshly and say something out of pocket, I will not be responding to it. Delete it ignore it but I will not be acknowledging you)

Now when we see the mermaids for the first time I actually thought that they were the duel monsters or as I was thinking while the episode was subbed before watching it that maybe he made them in the girls image as a way of sharing tribute to their loyalty and respect for them. However we find out that's not the case as he says "I hired you because of your resemblance to them" and "your secretary names were all so choosing by me" and the question their hairstyles "yes because they were also made by me" this is rather creepy and kind of controlling because this means we don't even know how they really look besides that maybe their faces actually look like the mermaids? What this means is that tomorrow only had chose them because of a superstitial fact that they look like cards and less that he probably chose them because of anything like their ability to do any task for him, if he even respects them or not, etc. now this is not out of character for tremolo because I feel like we're all forgetting that he is possessive and remember he treats his cards almost as if they are living beings so seeing three beautiful women who look exactly like the cards he saw he found a way to sort of control them. Although he tries to deny this this could possibly be him not realizing how creepy it is at the moment and what he uses to excuses is that at the time they thought it was cute but keep in mind that they're obsessed with him. Obsession and love are two different things, though sometimes they will toe to toe the fact that the matter is that they're more described as obsessed with him and not in love. They also seem genuinely creeped out by this and it started making me think of a theory

What if the girls are actually not human or duel monsters but some form of alien. Keep in mind that not all aliens have the type like Velgears. We seen Zaion, Chupa, and Fisher all have eyes that kind of resemble the humans. Angie also has horns that kind of resembles the ones that Pawnsters have. And keep in mind the major thing that space dragons ATTRACT aliens. Cuz why would he need to go this far into changing everything about them and claim to love them when he's not really getting to love the real versions of them but more the superstition ones that he created? Why would they go along with it? Unless they feel compelled to do it because they can't understand why they're so drawn.

And this pretty much concludes my analysis of this episode, The girls and Tremolo. Overall, I still Like Tremolo since he's been my favorite and every time I see him I get a little happy. My opinions of the girls changed because I went from not liking them to now just feeling bad about every time I see them since what the heck does this all mean?? Given this show it's probably going to get wrapped up into his creepy obsession is actually his way of loving people....yikes...also Yuhi and Yuamu are so real for also thinking that it's gross. As for the ship overall? Ehhhh yk what, maybe we don't need a polyamorous tremolo. Maybe he needs therapy and these girls need to quit their job and move to another town. Didn't already like this ship at all but now I'm more disgusted

#ryugu tremolo #go rush spoilers #go rush #Someone get these poor girls away #I do not care that he said “you girls look happy to see they resembled you” having the full context is still sort of creepy #Tremolo is a red flag... But damn it do I like red and he was the only reason S2 was good #To be honest I don't even think therapy can fix this for either side #yugioh go rush

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Alastor x Reader: The Radio Demon Enjoys a Treat

Word Count: 2,321

You were sick of working for Valentino. He was an asshole, a terrible demon. He has you working non stop but at least you aren't his favorite toy like Angel. You didn't have it as rough as him, he had it bad, but you two formed a quick bond. The mutual hate and restraints Valentino had brought you closer. Angle was able to escape Vals grasp just a bit. He moved out to a hotel, called the Happy Hotel, he said. You envied him. How you wish to escape the clutches of that monster.

Angle cared for you deeply. You wanted to ask him if there was room for you in this hotel. If you could have the temporary escape he gets. You decided to meet up with him at Consent, a sex club.

“Hey there sweet tits!” Said Angle walking up to you at the bar.

“Angle! How’s being a dick sucking slave going for you?” You said laughing

”Oh its great.. Vals got me doing gang bangs back to back. Fuck Im tired!!” Angle said, waving the bartender over for a drink.

“Two twink cosmos”

Next thing you know your 8 shots in and grinding on some random ass sinner. You forgot to talk to Angle about the hotel, to drunk to even remember what the night was about. Out of the corner of your eye you see Val. What the absolute fuck?! Can’t I get away from this sex fiend pimp. You dance your way over to Angel nudging him and slyly pointing out towards Val.

”Ugh.. I don't want to deal with this right now.. Let’s fucking go.” Angel says

You nod in agreement following his lead out, luckily you both sneak past without being seen.

“See ya tomorrow Angel!” You say walking away waving you hand and stumbling into a pole.

”Look youre way too drunk to get home and I'm pretty drunk as well. The hotel is right around the corner. You can stay the night there! I mean Charlie would be happy to meet ya.” Angel says grabbing your hand.

“Thanks Angel I owe ya one.” You say stumbling along his side.

He wasn’t nearly as drunk as you but hey at least you were able to let go for a bit and enjoy yourself.

You both walked up to the hotel, and oh boy was it a bad stay. Extremely disheveled and musty. Angel opened the doors for you and you both walked in. Inside wasn’t as bad as outside you guess but absolutely not what you were expecting when Angel talked about residing in a hotel.

A blonde girl in a red suit comes up to you grabbing your hand and shaking it profusely.

“Hello! My name is Charlie, welcome to the Happy Hotel!” She gets all sentimental and teary all of a sudden. “Angel, I can't believe you brought someone here!”

She was loud, a lot to take in but hey it helped you sober the fuck up but obviously still head ache inducing.

“Uhhhh Hello?” You said with confusion.

“Okay Okay let me show you around! Here we work on rehabilitation and bettering yourself. Let me Introduce you to everyone!!” Charlie said, overly excited.

”Okay sooo you already know Angel! So that introduction is off the list.. Hmm.. OH OH THIS THIS RIGHT HERE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN ALL OF HELL! VAGGIE! She is my girlfriend and here to help” The blonde demon said with pure excitement and love. She grabbed the hands of a girl with gray skin and hair that resembles moth wings.

”Hi.. Uh yes I’m Vaggie nice to meet you.” She says with an awkward smile.

Once Charlie stops looking and admiring Vaggie for a little longer she takes my hand dragging me over to what you can describe as a bar. It most certainly does not fit in with the color and decor of the place but you kept you mouth closed.

“This is Husker he is the bartender! He comes off all grumbly and grumpy but I swear he has a soft spot!!”

Husk who appears to be a cat like creature with a theme of playing cards to him. He looks up from the glass he is pouring then looks back down grumbling to himself. Oh well guess grumbly was the perfect word to describe him.

“Hello…?” You say hesitantly. He only gives you a look up again and a nod taking a swig of the glass of booze he just poured.

You look over and see a small little creature running with a knife stabbing bugs. You cant take your eyes off her as she takes the knife and impales a bug. Ew but at least keeping the place.. clean..?

”That over there is Nifty. She is the maid and in charge of keeping the place tip top shape.” Charlie says smiling avoiding watching her stab a few more bugs.

”Do you know any bad boys? You're just a girl.” The short girl said, wide eyed in excitement.

“Sadly yeah, work with a whole bunch of them but thats a topic for another time..” You say looking down trailing off your sentence.

Thankfully that stopped the conversation between you and her and she went back to stabbing bugs. Out of nowhere a black shadow witha green smile appears next to you forming into the shape of a demon. A handsome one at that. Tall and lanky in a striped red suit, a cane resembling a microphone right at his side.

“Well hello dear, I am Alastor the host of the hotel, an absolute pleasure to meet you!.” The demon says charmingly with a grin so wide it almost reaches his eyes, but his voice was off. It sounded like his voice was being broadcasted over a radio.

“Oh, hello?” You say a bit nervously as this man just came out of nowhere.

He grabs your hand bending down giving it a soft kiss. Everyone stopped and looked mouth open and shocked.

”What the fuck freaky face?! You ain’t never done that before.” Said Angel with a surprised look and then a laugh.

Charlie clasped her hands together and gave a long aweeee. You had no idea what was going on why everyone was acting so weird.

“Heh?” You say loudly looking confused and into Alastor glowing red eyes as you try to study what the schlock is about over him.

”Well I've never seen him be so… so gentle?” Charlie said still in awe with hearts in her eyes.

“Charlie my dear, I am simply just being a good host!” Alastor says keeping his smile wide and letting out a chuckle.

“Suuuureeeeee…!” Charlie says teasingly as if she could convince Alastor that she believed him.

“Now let me show our new guest around the hotel. Shall we?” He says in his static voice putting his arm out for you to hold onto.

You look at Angel and he gives you a wink and big grin. Looking at Alastors arm you grab it and begin to walk with him. Using his other hand holding his cane he starts to point out where everything is giving you a tour.

“..and hear darling we have my room!” Alastor says with a smirk.

You feel your face go a bit red. Why is he showing me HIS room?! You deal with horny men all day but this demon is getting you flustered. He opens the door letting you walk in first. There was a dark forest at the hall way point leading to who knows how far. Although it was beautiful. You stand here admiring it till you feel something behind you.

Alastor has his hand on your waist the other on your thigh. Slowly he slides his hand to your upper thigh, leaning into the crook of your neck.

”Well yes it's quite true I put everyone in awe over my affection, but I just simply couldn't stop myself. You are quite a cat my dear. Let me show you how a lady like you should be treated.” Alastor said with his radio voice but in a cooing tone.

Your face goes absolutely red. Shivers go up your spine all the way to the tip of your head. You could melt in his arms with how gently he is touching you. Shaking your head slowly you give a soft nod not even able to get out a word.

He glides his hand up your thigh to your crotch, he takes his hand and slowly starts rubbing it back and forth applying just enough pressure to have a decent amount of friction. The hand on your waist turns into him gliding his finger tips up your stomach making you do a soft gasp. He then reaches your chest and cups your breast. He slowly massages it in the same pace that his hand is going at. His face now buried in your neck kissing it softly. Then you feel a sharp pain letting out a small yelp. He lifts up his head slightly and whispers in your ear with a low radio tone.

”My apologies dear, I couldn’t help myself with how tender your skin is.”

He goes back to your neck licking it softly tending to the wound he left you. You didnt mind, it felt good and exciting. He moved his hand now to the rim of your pants.

“May I show you a good time darling?” He says in a static coo well running his fingers around the rim of your pants playing with them.

You give a simple nod. How does he have you in his clutches so easily? He takes his hand and slips it in your pants.

“Oh my, look how soaked you’ve become.”

He takes his hand and begins to feel your pussy. Running his fingers around your lips then pressing a finger on your slit going up and down slowly well his thumb rubs your clit.

God damn what the hell. You could hardly think, just focusing on all the sensations Alastor is causing you to feel. Your body entranced by the places he’s touching.

“Bed..?” Is all you managed to get out with a moan. You've been holding the moans in your throat as if they were trapped and couldn’t escape but that wasn’t because you weren’t feeling good it was because you were feeling so good. He raises his head to your ear once again.

”As you please my dear.” He says in a deep tone that broadcasted through your ears.

He removes his hands and swoops you off your feet. Holding you in his arms bridal style then setting you gently on his bed. You keep your eye on him, staring into his deep glowing stare.

“Let’s get these off of you shall we?” He says witch a chuckle.

Taking his finger he rips the seem of your pants making them fall off, now on to your panties. You look at him with lust as he returns the same look.

“Now be quite we dont want the other curious of the noise my sweet doe.” He says in his charming radio voice.

He gets on his knees and sets your legs on his shoulders. Alastor begins to kiss your inner thighs. Softly sucking on your skin then gliding his tongue up a bit to the next piece of flesh he is going to tend to. Unspoiled another sharp pain is felt. You knew what it was of course, but oh did it feel good. Between the bites, kisses, and licks he makes his wary up to your pussy. Extremely wet all ready for him to dine on. He wrapped his arms around your thighs digging his hands into them and leans his face in your aching wet crotch, not licking it just yet. He lets out a few heavy breaths causing you to shiver in delight, finally he takes a lick of your slit. His nose nuzzling your clit. He takes his tongue from the back of your pussy gliding it between your lips then finishing it off with a flick of his tongue on your clit. Quickly you took your hands covering your mouth choking back a moan you so desperately want to let out.

“Oh dear.. it appears you may need some help staying silent.”

Next to you a black hole appears on the bed and a tentacle slithers its way out. Black and slick it wraps around your mouth muffling the sounds you cant help but let out.

“Back to business..”

He thrust his head back between your legs licking your increasingly wet slit. Moans attempt to leave your lips but they cant. Arching your back indicating your about to cum he pulls away just barely enough to where you can only feel the tip of his lips.

”Not yet dear” He says smirking.

Damn that smile never leaving his face, that old times radio voice, he is driving you crazy.

Once he knows you won’t reach your peak just yet he wraps his lips around your clit. He starts sucking on it softly, nibbling on it unlike his hard bites, using his tongue sliding back and forth providing flicks. As he does so he slips two fingers inside of you. Dear god. Yes god, this is pure bliss. Alastor begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, now adding a curl to his fingers touching your sweet spot. He continues to pull them in and out. You arch your back and feel sweet realese. You cum on his fingers, him still sucking your clit and slowing down his pumps letting you ride out your orgasm. He pulls out his fingers and licks them clean.

”Im not usually one for sweets but this was a dessert I deeply enjoyed.” Alastor said standing back up looking over you taking in what he will now claim as his darling doe.

#alastor x reader smut #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x you #hazbin smut

[sillygayrants]

Imagine Eddie making steve play DnD with the gang because Eddie practically begged Steve to go with him.

They’re about ten minutes in, Eddie is trying to be the best DM he can, he’s really trying, honestly, but Steve is so focused on the game and trying to understand the mechanics of it that he’s got his hands playing with his hair and his tongue inadvertently sticking out between his lips sometimes.

And Eddie isn’t really bothered about the game anymore when Steve is man spreading and leaning backwards in his chair to sigh, exposing a little bit of his abs, his ABS for gods sake.

So of course, he wasn’t paying much attention to trying to trip up the gang or set traps anymore when Steve looked like THAT and the next thing he knows, they’ve defeated whatever creature Eddie set out for them, he really can’t remember at this point.

Now steve is suppressing the biggest smile he’s ever seen, but of course when Dustin asks him if he is happy about the win he goes “no biggie, don’t really care” but Eddie can see it in his face.

And because Eddie drove on the way there, Steve drives eddies van back, dropping off the kids and eventually stopping at Eddie’s trailer where he’d parked his own car.

But he walks right into the trailer, using the key Eddie gave him “in case of emergencies” but really he keeps it with him at all times, and settles into the kitchen, opening cupboards to find food for them.

Eddie follows like he would usually and sits up on the counter, watching Steve waddle around for a little bit. “So…”

“So what?” Steve says from behind the freezer door, looking for something resembling food for dinner.

“Did you like it?” Eddie responds.

Steve is quiet for a second before responding back “I was a kinda bored to be honest” and pulls a frozen pizza out of the freezer, shutting the freezer door.

“Steve when you defeated the dragon, you looked like you were about to orgasm” Eddie jokes, earning himself a smack upside the head from a certain frozen pizza.

Steve laughs sarcastically before saying “It was alright, I liked making you nervous.” and placing the pizza into the oven.

… “What?” Eddie wasn’t entirely sure he heard that right.

“You know, whenever I readjusted my seat or leaned back slightly, you hesitated speaking, or you would forget to set a trap, it was actually kind of funny.” Steve said, walking over to Eddie who was still on the countertop looking down at Steve, but somehow felt very small.

“Loads of girls have given me that look you know, If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted to fuck me.”Steve laughs to himself and pulls something out from the cupboard behind eddies head.

Eddie doesn’t respond, he just sits there silently before sliding over and hopping off the counter. “I’m gonna go to my room, you can do whatever, okay? Yeah bye.” And made a beeline straight for his room before an hand was on his arm and spinning him back around to face Steve.

Said Steve has a look of smugness plastered all over his face “You wanna fuck me, Eds?”

The pizza burned.

(P.s. hi lovelies sorry I haven’t been active I have exams at the moment anyway love u )

#steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #i’m obsessed

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It's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

It's a cruel summer

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Your eyes fluttered open, it took you a while to recognize your surroundings. The school nurse came into your line of sight with relief on her face.

“Oh good, the IV has worked. She must have just been dehydrated.”, she stated.

The last thing you could remember was Ken running to you, his arms encasing around you to prevent your fall but as you rubbed your forehead, you were sure your low sugar levels had contributed to having a hallucination.

“But it also looks like a common occurrence. All the girls have complained they’ve lost sleep and in most cases, can’t dream.”, she went on to explain. You hummed in response, you haven't been able to sleep well too.

Hopefully it wasn’t another virus because you couldn’t afford to take days off. Melissa’s house needed to be maintained and renovations were expensive affairs. She had come to see you as her own daughter and therefore bequeathed everything she owned to you.

You weren’t worthy of her kindness, you were a nobody and yet she made a way to look out for you even in a time she would not be here. So you just had to live up and work hard to feel worthy of that love. Thinking about her made you feel sad but then in a way, it would make you feel better.

That in Barbie land, everyone was sheltered from the experiences that occur here. But as you fell back into the pillows, feeling a little frail, you also enjoyed the fact that you could feel these emotions completely. So your eyes began to tear up and you let them fall down your cheek.

“You need to take a break, dear.”, the nurse placed a loving hand on your shoulder.

But could you take a break?

After all the work you put into yourself and still not feeling quite whole, to think of yourself as an individual, you were still questioning your own value, even here.

“It’s sweet how your boyfriend stayed by your side even while managing the parents who wanted to meet him.”, she said as she discharged you.

“I don’t have a –

“Is she alright?”, you heard him as he stormed into the room with worry ingrained in his eyes.

“She is. Just needs a lot of rest and care. Which I assume you are going to see through?”, the nurse gave him a knowing smile as he nodded his head with a solemn resolve.

Your legs felt wobbly and needed support to walk around, you had taken care of yourself. And yet you weren't sure how you ended up in this situation. The nurse placed your hands in his and as he took it, he took up your bag to sling it over his shoulder, collected the medical papers and thanked the nurse. All of which you were truly tired to do.

You waited till you got to the corridor but until then you couldn’t help but look at him. It was uncanny, the resemblance, but he felt like a whole new person. He was secure, stable and mature in the way he held himself. You were sure this wasn’t the Ken you had known.

“Look, sir. I think you’ve got me mixed up with someone else.”, you came to a stop in the empty corridor.

“Your name tag says ‘Castilian Ryder’ and I don’t know anyone by that name.”, you narrowed your eyes at him, trying to validate the doubt you felt.

“I don’t like to use my first name here but it’s me, Brie.”, he said with a sense of unbelief.

Could you have really forgotten him?

“It’s Ken, from Barbie land.”, he stepped closer to you, to whisper.

He still smelled like the sea, even in a dingy school corridor in a metropolitan city that smelled like tarmac. You wanted to lean closer, to rest your head on his chest, to admit you were tired of running but maybe he was just this happy because his dream had come true. You had seen a newspaper clipping of him and Barbie, here in Los Angeles that many let it pass as a funny incident but you knew it was him. Maybe he was here, settled in life with his girlfriend and is just being nice because he had known you once.

Having experienced this world, you quickly learnt it was very difficult to trust men and their motives. They played sweet to turn out sour, their words sound like honey until you give in to their charms and then every single one of them that you’ve met so far finds a new way to let you down or betray you. All while finally stating that you weren’t enough.

You stepped away from him but his hold around you was firm, he held you up as the medication began to wear off.

“I can take care of myself from here. Why don’t you go back to where you came from?”, you peeled away his fingers from your waist, somehow even after all these years his touch burned your skin.

“And stop telling everyone you’re my boyfriend.”, you pointed a finger at him as you took the papers from his hand.

“Only someone who knew you well enough could sign the papers for your treatment. That’s why I lied.”, he replied and it stunned you.

He didn’t feel like he was from Barbie land, he held himself like a real person.

“So you can lie now?”, you scoffed and took your bag as you watched him furrow his brows in confusion.

“What?”, you snapped at him.

“I just thought at the very least, we would still be friends.”, he said but his eyes softened with sadness.

“Sorry, Ryder. You’ve just been lying to yourself.”, you turned away from him and it felt good to be mean. To have the power to hurt him. So you used it.

But it didn’t seem to stop him. He caught up to you.

“I need to get back to work and I also need you to leave me alone.”, you said without looking at him.

“The school’s closed, it’s 5pm and your staff were dismissed by this man called Sam.”, he narrated to you with his hands held behind his back.

You had missed the whole event?

Panic began to set in, this was not good, you pushed open the doors to only be proved right, the sun had set and no one was around. Except for a man leaning against the streetlight.

“You told me you could handle it.”, he spoke to you.

“You got me to trust you with this event and then, to get out of it, you act sick.”, Sam began his tantrum and you didn’t have the time for it.

“You didn’t tell me we had this event in the first place.”, you lashed out to which he pursed his lips.

“Excuses, excuses, excuses. That’s all you’ve been saying since Melissa passed.”, he flailed his arms about.

“I expect my staff to be put together. To not be tardy and all you’ve been doing is just that.”, he yelled.

“Somehow feeling the fatigue of being worked overtime is my fault?”, you argued to which he folded his arms and shook his head as though you’ve done a grave mistake.

“Maybe I need to cut back a few of your shifts.”, he tilted his head and you couldn’t push past that. This was his way of putting you in place because he had the power to do so.

“No, I’ll pull myself together.”, you said through gritted teeth which eased Sam.

“Good girl.”, he scoffed as though he was elated by the act of making you feel small.

“However, the school wants us to cater their lunch and maintain the cafeteria. I’m busy with handling the business side of things so you’re in charge of this venture.”, he said in a matter of fact tone.

You wanted to say no, that running the restaurant and the school order who be the death of you but he sensed it.

“And before you say no. Either take it up or you’re fired.”, he said it without feeling, with no empathy and there was nothing else you could do.

You agreed and he left, leaving you bear the weight of your decisions again. Maybe you should have just stayed in Barbie land, instead of thinking this place would be any different.

“What an idiot.”, Ken chuckled behind you.

“You still haven’t left?”, you turned to him with a scowl, not wanting to cry in front of him.

“Come on, I’ll drive you home.”, he said softly as he walked up to you, to take your bag and belongings.

You felt lighter and oddly consoled. To know that atleast one person could see through Sam’s cruelty.

“You have your own car?”, you smiled as you sniffled.

“Sure do.”, he winked as he held up his keys that where held together in a horse keychain.

His vehicle came into view and it wasn’t like what you had thought he would own. It was a regular sedan that had a few areas where the paint had worn off but the smile on his face as he unlocked it made you feel guilty. For having tried to hurt him before.

It looked like he had been here for a while, he put his phone up after entering your address into it. His taste in music was more nuanced and it amazed you that he even knew the lyrics well enough to sing to Taylor Swift’s songs. He was a whole new person, one you were only getting to know now.

You searched for signs, a ring on his finger, a picture in his wallet, the wallpaper on his phone, anything to confirm your thoughts on him having a life with Barbie. He couldn’t exist without her.

As he pulled up into the carpark, he snapped his fingers as though he finally had made a connection.

“All this while, we’ve been neighbors.”, he said with surprise.

He held up his phone to show you where his home marker was on the map and it was astonishing. He was in the apartment block next to you. For a brief second, his eyes caught yours and you could sense he had more to say or that he wanted to.

“Brie.”, he began with a serious tone and in the vacuum of his car it felt as though he was about to say that the world was about to end. But he sighed to remove his keys to then say,

“So you have your own dream house?”, he smiled and that brief moment was lost.

“I do.”, you said.

“but its not dreamy.”, you gave him a tired smile.

“Is it girl’s night, every night?”, he asked quietly, his eyes finding yours even in the dark and the only revelation from this was that you couldn’t erase him from your memories. Even after all this time, that connection you felt with him didn’t fade.

You shook your head to his question, it was hard making friends outside of work.

“I’m sorry.”, he said. His hands now gripping the steering wheel, he looked away.

“For hurting you. I didn’t know what I was doing before but I never wanted to hurt you.”, he continued and you could feel your heart in your throat.

“You don’t have to be nice to me, but I know how it feels.”, he said with a sad smile and distant eyes.

“It feels good to finally be able to inflict the same pain you felt.”, he reminisced to when he took over Barbie’s dream house.

But seeing you here, knowing the reason behind why you left, he lacked the courage to tell you the truth behind why he was here. Looking into your dark eyes even for a second reminded him of what he had done. It was unfair, to just come in, to state his business and in the desperation of clearing his name, to take you back. It had to be your choice, he was only the messenger. What you choose to do, was up to you.

“So if you don’t want me around. I understand.”, he said finally, and embraced the uncertainty. Saving Barbie land was important but then so were you.

You didn’t know what to say, in all your time here, no one had given you a choice. You were at a loss for words because this wasn’t what you had expected, for him to not attach himself into your life.

“Thank you for saying that, Ken.”, you felt the anxiety wash away as you pushed back your hair. To say his name after so long, felt good, felt like home.

“I just need a little time.”, you replied sinking into the seat.

“To process all of this.”, you caught his gaze as he nodded sweetly.

The blue of his eyes still held that glimmer, his smile, still perfect that it made you jealous even in a world that was imperfect and harsh, he wasn’t touched by it. And as you stayed in that second, forgiving him was easy. Because his actions were never done with the intent to be malicious. It still however didn't change you fate though.

He wasn’t yours, but you wished for it nonetheless.

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[stevie-petey]

Hear me out, Steve trying to win over mama Henderson. A blurb of Steve being a major kiss ass in every way possible. He earns quite a few brownie points and learns way too much neighborhood gossip. Just imagine bug coming home to Steve and her mom gossiping on the couch tews in his lap.

steve: i must make everyone like me

hes so real for that

enjoy !

"so, how do we really feel about jonathan?" steve has tews in his lap, so hes careful not to startle the young kitten as he leans in close to mrs henderson to whisper about the boy who has a bean bag dedicated to him in her daughters room.

claudia rests a hand against her chest and sighs deeply. she looks around, as if scared someone will overhear, before she leans over to whisper. "can i be honest?"

"always, mrs. henderson."

"i adore that boy. why, i even had a whole wedding planned for him and my y/n, but... well, youre just so handsome!"

steve gasps and places a hand over his chest as well, deeply happy with how this conversation is turning out. "mrs. henderson, youre a beautiful woman with wonderful children. this, well, its an honor that you think so highly of me."

claudia giggles, and steve winks at her. it's quiet for a few seconds as the two of them enjoy the smile on their faces. tews is purring steves lap and youre not home yet from picking dustin up from jonathans. he hadnt meant to be alone with your mom, claudia insisted he come in when he arrived and shoved a kitten into his arms and now hes here.

gossiping about jonathan byers as claudia henderson gushes over steve.

tews lets out a yawn and stretches lazily on top of steves lap. claudia watches fondly and coos at her cat. "i havent seen tews this comfortable around a stranger!"

"animals like me," steve shrugs. "plus, i think shes just happy i cleaned her litter box."

"i told you that there wasnt any need-"

"i wanted to help, mrs. henderson." steve reassures her for the millionth time. in this instance, he can see how much you resemble your mother. both of you too kind to ask for help.

claudia tauts at steve and shakes her head. she knows what hes doing, she saw jonathan do it for the five years he spent his childhood within her home.

claudia henderson knows what a boy looks like when hes in love with her daughter.

steve goes back to gently petting tews' head and claudia sighs. she knows she shouldnt intervene, but youre her baby girl and steve seems like such a wonderful boy.

the mother smiles softly at the teen sitting across from her. "jonathan is a lovely boy, ive watched him grow up and bring my y/n back to life after everything that happened when she was young, but i havent seen my daughter glow quite as much as she does when shes around you."

claudias eyes never stray from steve. he doesnt look up at her, but she knows hes heard what shes said by the way his breath catches, ever so slightly. she doesnt want to push him, but she can sense that hes a hurt boy who has been drawn in by your endless kindness. taking a breath, she says, "im happy my daughter has you, steve."

steves breath catches again and he coughs, trying to clear his throat of the shock he feels at your mothers words. in his startle, tews jumps out of his lap and returns to claudia, sending him a disgruntled glare as she settles herself into the womans lap.

"yeah, well." steve coughs again, eyes looking everywhere but at claudia. "im happy i have y/n, too."

claudia claps her hands, satisfied with his response. "good! now, dusty tells me your family is rich?"

a loud and unexpected laugh escapes steves mouth and his head spins at his bizarre the situation is. claudia snickers, pleased with herself, and steve once again sees so much of you in the woman. "dusty would be correct."

"even better!"

neither are sure how much time passes, but eventually their conversation transitions from a weird heart to heart to gossip about the neighborhood. before you arrive home, steve learns about the creepy neighbor down the street named dave, about the couple next door who just had a baby named penelope, and about the dog a few blocks down that once chased you when you were younger.

"the dog chased her halfway across hawkins! i swear, its why that girl now likes that insane hobby of hers." claudia huffs, stroking tews' head once more.

"she likes to run?" steve asks, amazed that he still has so much to learn about you.

"who likes to run?" you ask, stepping through the front door with dustin behind you. when you see steve sitting on your couch across from your mother, your shoulders drop. "oh, no. is my mom telling you more embarrassing stories about me?"

dustins shoulder knocks against yours as he walks inside. "did my mom tell you about the time y/n peed the bed last year?"

steves eyes widen and you jump on top of your brother, strangling him. "shut up!"

you wack at your brothers head and manage to bring him to his knees as you wrestle on the ground. dustin screeches and tries to claw you off of him, but youre still slightly bigger (though he keeps growing more and more every day). its a tangle of limbs and screams.

claudia and steve watch from the couch, both of them smiling fondly at the sight of the two siblings strangling one another.

"precious kids, mrs. henderson." the teen winks again at claudia, and she laughs.

#ask #anon #m speaks #come home blurb #m's writing #set in between seasons 2 and 3 ! #bug is a mix of her mother and father #her fathers kindness and anger #and her mothers wit and emotional intelligence #thats my girl !!

[startanewdream]

Inspired by this art, only I thought let's make this more emotional. Or how Minerva McGonagall receives the news about James Sirius Potter's birth.

The message comes in the early hours of the morning, before she leaves for breakfast. A short note, attached to a barn owl.

Professor Headmaster, if there is no trouble, would you join me for a drink at The Hog's Head tonight? — Harry.

It's funny how she still recognizes his handwriting after so many years; it's the "g", Minerva thinks, there's something very specific about this letter and the way Harry curves it.

She scribbles a quick note in answer, then ties it to the owl's leg. It's a beautiful creature that reminds her suddenly of Harry's white owl, whose wings were once harmed—and then Minerva heard what happened to the owl a few years later. Harry had looked so nervous about the state of the bird...

She shakes her head; age is making a fool of her again, too lost in memories. She dispatches the owl and tries to focus on the present.

It's after seven when she leaves the castle grounds to walk to Hogsmeade; it's a slow walk, and Minerva tells herself she will just floo back to Hogwarts later—she is getting too old for this walk, maybe this is a sign—

Hogsmeade is quiet on that Friday night; she thinks about how busy it will be the next day, with a school trip to the village — she'd heard the students talking excitedly, discussing what they would be buying—and that makes her steal a glance to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes down the street. She will need to warn the caretaker to be more careful than usual for the next week.

The Hog's Head is as busy as ever, which is to say full of shady people sitting by themselves, mostly covered; she sets a mental note to remind the Head Boy and Head Girl to watch out that no student wanders here. Then she looks around; in a dim corner, Harry is waiting for her, and he stands up when he sees her.

There is always a mingle of happiness and strange nostalgia when she sees him; except for the joy in his green eyes, he barely resembles that eleven-year-old boy that joined her house—and if she thinks further, to that baby she once delivered to a family that didn’t deserve him, there is only proud as she sees how well he’s grown up.

Harry is a fine man. Not because of his work as Auror, not because he defeated Voldemort, not even because of all those things he faced so bravely; but rather because he is a simple, fair, noble guy who believes in doing the right thing.

And he looks very well, if only slightly tired, as he shakes her hand.

“Hello, Professor,” he greets, smiling (when Harry smiles, and that’s Minerva once again being dragged by her own memories, he looks a lot like Lily). “I took the liberty of asking for your favourite.”

“Gillywater,” she says approvingly, watching the drink on the table as she joins him. 

“Not Rosmerta’s, but it is still good enough—or so Aberforth tells me.” He throws her an embarrassed look. “I am sorry for asking you to come here—this is the only place reporters aren’t pestering me these days.”

“I believe a bunch of reporters here would disband Aberforth’s business.”

“Oh, his goats keep them away,” Harry says fondly. “You look good, Professor.”

“I look older, you can say it.”

He laughs. “We are all older.” He lowers his voice conspiratorially. “Don’t quote me on this, but I found my first grey hair.”

Minerva has silver hair for long enough to just find his concern amusing, but she doesn’t smile. Harry is evidently happy tonight, teasing and carefree, very different from what he looked like when he was her student; it reminds her of another young boy she once taught, but that is the problem: that boy was forever young. He never spotted any hair other than a dark one that was never tamed.

She sips her drink, admonishing herself for being so sour.

“Finding one grey hair is okay,” she says when she can trust her voice. “The problem is when you do not find any other colour.”

“That’s true; Ginny said I looked dashingly mature—and it’s bound to worsen in the future, I am sure.” His words seem ominous, but Harry looks nothing but glad.

“If you have any issues with grey hair, I don’t recommend a teaching career for you.”

“Maybe in the future—Professor Potter rings nicely, doesn’t it? Would you hire me?”

“If not, will you jinx the post?”

Another laugh. “No, I will understand. I was never the most disciplined student.” He looks around. “And I promise not to start another clandestine club.”

“That is a relief. I am too close to retirement for such emotion.”

He blinks. “Are you serious?”

She sips her drink again. “It’s been a thought. I’ve been at Hogwarts for more than 50 years — seven generations of students—”

“I thought you would stick around for an eighth one.” He fumbles in his pocket until he finds a picture. “I cannot imagine Jamie not being taught by you.”

“Jamie?”

“Here.” And he shows the photo of a crying baby, all wrapped in a blanket, safely held by his parents. Harry and Ginny look tired but they are beaming in the picture; but her attention is all drawn to that newborn baby.

Babies should look all the same, not distinct features until a few months later, but she swears he looks exactly that baby she once dropped at his aunt’s house—and then there is a fierce desire to protect this innocent child, to not make the same mistake again because she will be damned if that child doesn’t get all the love he deserves, all the love his parents should have shared—

Harry is watching her rather expectantly, and Minerva breathes out again. Harry survived, Harry is fine now—and the baby, Jamie, will never share his father’s fate.

“James,” she repeats, not minding how her voice sounds muffled. “That’s a nice choice.”

“There was no other option for Ginny and I.” Harry sighs contentedly as he looks at the photo. “He is such a loud baby, and he’s keeping us all night awake but he sleeps nicely during the day—he’s growing well and—”

Harry sounds so proud—not, he sounds bewildered as if he doesn’t believe still he gets to be this happy, to live this life—

“And this is the most recent photo,” he adds, then showing her another picture; in this one she can spot the baby’s dark hair.

“Potter hair,” she says warmly, finger stroking the photo. 

“I think it’s a bit lighter,” he says. “It looks almost red under the sunlight. And his eyes… I thought it looked a bit like Ginny’s, but she said they are hazel.”

“Oh.” 

“Professor,” James would say, his grave voice betrayed by the glint of mischief in his hazel eyes, “how can Filibuster Fireworks be against school rules if they weren’t even invented when Hogwarts was founded? I am sure that’s what you call a ‘loophole’, so you see, we cannot get detention—”

She inhales deeply. “Congratulations to you and Ginny. I am very happy for you.”

“Thanks.” He watches her. “We are christening him this Sunday, at the church in Godric’s Hollow. We would be very happy if you were there—so you can meet him, hopefully only eleven years sooner than you thought.”

Minerva smiles. “With such a namesake, I am sure this will be the last time I will find any peace in his presence.”

“Oh,” Harry grins. “Actually, two namesakes. We named him James Sirius.”

Minerva takes a generous sip of her gillywater. Retirement sounds almost nice, but she cannot let anyone inherit such a challenge. “I hope you get used to grey hair, Harry,” she notes. “You will get them sooner than you think.”

#Minerva and Harry #I don't know how to tag this #Minerva McGonagall #James Sirius #Harry Potter #They are happy here I swear #also it bothers me to think that Minerva would give up #she would protect James Sirius so much

[random-twst-and-oc-stuff]

The New Cub

Where a magicless orphan from a completely different world and a second born prince become each other's found family.

It was a normal Monday afternoon. Well, as normal as it could be in a magical school with chaos waiting to happen around every corner. Sarah was taking a walk around the school courtyard with Grim resting on her shoulders. The real reason they were walking was because they agreed to meet up with Ace and Deuce at their usual spot as the two were seemingly busy in their dorm - either they hadn't finished their homework yet or it was their turn to feed the dorm's flamingos. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. The little girl shook her head as she realized she was probably overthinking for no reason. As they got to the hang out spot, though, they saw that it was already occupied by some Savanaclaw students which wasn't a good thing. Sarah knew how territorial they were. Unfortunately, one of them noticed the two.

"Oi! What are you two doing in OUR territory?!", he called out, making the other two turn their heads in the direction he was looking at.

"Hey, isn't that Ramshackle dorm's prefect and her weasel?", the other one questioned, putting a hand on his waist.

"Hey! I ain't a weasel!", Grim hissed, clearly offended.

"Not the right time, Grim..", Sarah whispered to her companion. She wasn't at all that surprised that three random students knew who the two were. Not only have they helped with whatever problems the rest of the dorms had, including Savanaclaw, you also didn't see a magicless 8 year old girl and a creature that resembled a cat in a college that was supposed to make exceptional mages which was also supposed to be an all boys school with familiars allowed as long as they were trained. Yet, with no choice, Sarah had to take shelter there. Not that she was complaining. It wasn't all that bad.

"Who cares who they are? Whoever's trespassing has a price to pay!", one of the Savanaclaw students yelled out, cracking his knuckles, pulling the little girl out of her thoughts. His friends agreed.

Sarah only glared at them, pulling her baseball bat out and getting into a fighting stance. She knew her and Grim wouldn't get away without a fight.

"Oi, what's goin' on here?", an all to familiar voice called out from behind Sarah. And they didn't sound too happy. The little girl turned around to make sure it was who she thought it was. And, it was. There stood Leona Kingscholar, Savanaclaw's housewarden and the second born prince of Sunset Savanna with a scowl on his face. The little girl wasn't surprised to see Ruggie Bucchi as well as the hyena was almost always seen with the lion. She, however, was surprised when she saw a little lion cub boy on Ruggie's shoulders. Sarah recognized him as Leona's nephew, Cheka.

"H-housewarden..", the three whimpered in unison, but regained their composure quickly. "Those two were trespassin' on our territory and we decided to give 'em a lesson.", one of them informed.

The little girl knew she had no choice, but to defend herself and Grim. "I'll have you know this is our usual hanging out spot with Ace and Deuce. Doesn't that mean that's OUR territory?", she tilted her head.

"...Scram, you three.", Leona growled at his dorm mates. Said students seemingly had no choice, but to obey their housewarden's order as they scurried away to look for another hang out spot. The prince couldn't believe the students from his dorm were willing to hurt a child. He knew she wasn't messing around when it came to fighting, but still...

"Whoa! That was so cool, unca!", Cheka giggled. It seemed that no matter what Leona did, his nephew would always be amazed.

Sarah decided to question Leona about what his nephew was doing in NRC. Not that she minded, she was just curious. The second born prince explained that his brother, Falena, said it was good to spend some quality time with Cheka and that they wouldn't leave him alone until he agreed. The little girl gave a small nod in reply.

"Unca, can Sarah and Grim play with us in your dorm?", Cheka asked, turning his head toward his uncle. Seemingly feeling that the cub started to slip, Ruggie positioned the little boy.

"If that's what gets you to stop bothering me..", Leona sighed and looked at Sarah. "You're comin' with us, herbivores."

"Yeah, alright.", Sarah shrugged her shoulders. It seemed like she had to text Ace and Deuce and tell them they probably couldn't hang out today.

Sarah, Grim, Cheka and Leona were all in the lazy lion's room. Ruggie was there a few minutes ago as well, but left for whatever reason. Sarah and Cheka were sitting on his bed, playing with the various toys the little girl had. Leona was laying on said bed, keeping an eye on the two as Grim was taking a nap next to him. Then, Cheka yawned accompanied by his uncle. It seemed like it was time for the two to nap as well. Just as Sarah was pondering on leaving, Leona pulled the little girl and his nephew into his arms, hugging the two in a protective manner as he drifted off to sleep. Cheka's eyes began to close as he snuggled closer to his beloved uncle and fell asleep as well. Sarah just stayed there, still trying to process what just happened. As she did, however, she started to tear up, but those weren't sad tears. Leona hugging her and his nephew in a protective manner must have meant nothing to the lazy lion, but as someone with an abusive father, it meant a lot to Sarah. Yes, as unexpected as it sounded, the little girl did indeed see Savanaclaw's housewarden as a father figure. Though she knew he couldn't admit it, Sarah knew Leona had a soft spot for her and Cheka. The little girl snuggled closer to Leona and closed her eyes as she decided to try and fall asleep.

A week later, Sarah was hanging out with Grim, Ace and Deuce. Cheka was taken home to his father and everything went back to normal. Well, as normal as possible. The four friends were just sitting in their hanging out spot as Sarah told them about a kid from her orphanage. Just as she stopped talking, the little girl heard footsteps behind her and turned around to see who it was.

"Oh, Sarah, there you are. I've been lookin' all over for you. Leona wants to see you, so c'mon, up and on your feet.", Ruggie, the owner of the footsteps, urged his little friend.

"Leona? Why does he need Sarah all of a sudden?", Deuce asked as he watched his magicless friend and classmate get up.

"I don't know, man. He just told me to go get her.", the hyena shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright then. We'll see you two later.", Sarah bid her farewell to her friends as she picked Grim up against his will. The cat positioned himself on her shoulders as Ruggie took her hand in his and started leading the way.

"Leona, we're here.", Ruggie informed as the two walked into the housewarden's room. Said lion looked at the two.

"You can go now, Ruggie.", Leona dismissed the hyena. Seeming as he got the sign that his housewarden wanted to be alone with Sarah, Ruggie left the room. After he made sure Ruggie was really gone and there was no one nearby, Leona turned his head towards the little girl. "C'mere, kid.", he ordered. Seeming as she had no choice, but to obey, Sarah walked closer to Leona with Grim still on her shoulders. Despite having the usual serious expression on his face, Sarah noticed something glistening in Leona's eyes. She also noticed a piece of paper in his hand.

"Here, read.", Leona gave her the paper that looked more like some sort of document upon further inspection. The little girl took them and looked at the contents. Her eyes widened in realization. Those were adoption papers that were already filled out with the names Leona Kingscholar and Sarah along with Leona's signature. She then looked up at Leona and teared up, engulfing him in a hug. The lion sighed, but hugged her back anyways, kissing the crown of her head. It seemed that Sarah finally found her forever family and she couldn't be happier that it was the man she saw as her father. It seemed like Leona saw the little girl as his daughter as well. The two just sat there in comfortable silence as Leona hugged his new cub protectively. He swore to himself that no one was to hurt her ever again. The lion wouldn't admit it, but he truly loved the child. Though he knew that the adoption papers said that for him.

The new father and daughter duo spent the rest of the day together.

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Tagging: @mitsuri28 @the-v-lociraptor @ceruleancattail @bloodyhound12345 @amaya-wu @softplushiee @bottomjamilsupremacy @lolimmago @alysspandacookie @riddlesimps

(This has been sitting in my drafts for days. I was super nervous about posting it smh. But in the end I said "Fuck it, we ball." and here we are. I actually have several reasons why I think Sarah and Leona work as a father-daughter duo. I'll post it after I reword some stuff-)

#some of the characters might be ooc I'm sorry #it's actually the first fic I ever wrote #feeling proud and self conscious at the same time #but I'm pretty sure it's what all artists go through #those two give me brainrot tho #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst mc #twst oc #sarah kingscholar #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #ace trappola #deuce spade #cheka kingscholar #twst grim #random's stuff #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

[lovelynim]

Hello nim!! I'm truly happy for your 500 followers milestone! Since I'm also currently obsessed with honkai star rail, please consider writing a fic with "discovery theme" with lee jingyuan and ler danheng! Since danheng's memory has been "reset", It'll be fun if he "discover" what tickles is (probably from march/trailblaizer... or yanqing doing it to jingyuan), and since he's curious, he tries it on jingyuan.

I hope this idea is good!! Have a good day!

The Dragon's Lesson

Honkai: Star Rail - Dan Heng x Jing Yuan

[500 Followers Milestone Event - "Discovery"]

A/N: Hii anon, thank you so much for your support, heheh. I tweaked a little bit the prompt, so I hope you don't really mind it. I had a reaaally hard time trying to figure how to write this pairing out, but It turned out quite nicely... I think. Anyway, I hope you like it, hehe ~

Summary: After spending some time with the general, Dan Heng finds out something pretty interesting after engaging in one of his games

Word count: 1702 words

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” March 7th pouted, crossing her arms while Caelus and Welt stood behind her, waiting for Dan Heng’s answer. After the latest events in the Xianzhou Luofu, the crew was finally able to catch some rest before departing to the next destination. And, thanks to the insistence of the general and the master diviner, Welt suggested they should, indeed, spend some more time around. But…

“Yes,” Dan Heng said with a slight smile, looking down before he resumed speaking. “There are a few things I need to take care of and… I’m not sure how welcomed it would be if I walked around the Xianzhou looking like… this,” he muttered, knowing very well how much he resembled a certain person.

The girl was ready to nag him some more, but feeling Welt’s touch in her shoulder, March decided to let it be. “Alright, just call us if anything happens, ok?” The man said, looking at the other two, “let’s get going, then, the ms. Fu Xuan wouldn’t like it if we showed up late.”

Slowly waving his hand, Dan Heng said goodbye to the members of the Astral Express as they walked out the room. It was a large, fancy place, requested by no other than the general himself to accommodate their honorable guests.

The general…

Dan Heng let out a sigh when Jing Yuan’s figure occupied his mind. He wasn’t sure how to feel about him yet, nor what kind of relationship his past self used to have with the general, but it wouldn’t be right to say that there was no feeling at all. It was just… uncertain.

Letting himself get lost in a turmoil of thoughts, one after the other, Dan Heng was caught off guard when someone suddenly knocked on the door. Shooting his eyes open, the vidyadhara turned his attention to the door, as whoever was on the other side knocked again. “Just a second,” he voiced, walking over. “Who’s there?”

He could feel the hesitation on the other side, letting the silence take place for a few seconds before the other person would finally speak. “Did I come at a bad time?” A male voice chuckled, making its identity clear.

Opening the door, Dan Heng was met with the general friendly gaze. A warm, but contained smile formed on his lips. “Not at all, general, but… do you need something? May I be of help?”

“Ahaha, there is no need for such formalities between us,” Jing Yuan said, shaking his head, “I was just hoping I could invite you for a walk. The gardens have been somewhat… lonely lately and I’d love to hear more about you.”

If Dan Heng’s tail was visible at that moment, Jing Yuan would be able to see it wagging in excitement.

“Ah… sure, it would be a pleasure.”

Taking a step back, Jing Yuan gave the other some room to step out, closing the door behind him before starting to walk side by side with the general. Dan Heng was still confused, not able to figure out exactly how he felt towards Jing Yuan and, even more, if those were his or Dan Feng’s feelings.

As they arrived in the gardens, Dan Heng couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity towards that place, but, at the same time, curiosity to walk deeper into it.

“You- I mean, Dan Feng used to come here often,” Jing Yuan said from behind, hoping to not disturb the other’s experience, “well, at least when Yingxing wasn’t around, hahah.”

Gently lifting a flower from the ground to feel its scent, Dan Heng let out a small chuckle hearing the other’s mistake. An habit that at first annoyed him, but, after spending more time with the general, he began to find it more amusing. “I see… and I suppose this was where you met him the most? What else did you two used to do when he came over?”

The general sighed in contempt, shaking his head as he chuckled softly. “It all used to happen when I was younger, hahah. You’ll have to apologize to me, but this old man’s head isn’t as good as it used to be back then.”

Dan Heng arched his eyebrow, turning his attention back to Jing Yuan, who was fondly smiling at him. “If you don’t wish to share it, general, there is no need to lie to me,” he pouted lightly, to the level where it was almost unnoticeable.

“I’m not lying,” Jing Yuan insisted, raising his hands in front of his chest. Dan Heng sighed, he didn’t seem to want to push the matter further, having a bad feeling about it, but he couldn’t help but feel a little upset. “I swear I can’t remember, don’t be mad ~” Jing Yuan mused as he walked over, watching the Vidyadhara Elder slightly turn his face away.

“You are acting just like Yanqing when I turn his spar requests down,” the general teased, noticing how Dan Heng insisted on treating him with silence. “If you keep this up, I’ll have to treat you like I treat him, then.”

Dan Heng needed to keep looking away, otherwise Jing Yuan would be able to see his lips curling into a smile as well. This playful approach of the general enticed his curiosity even further, making him wonder what he had up his sleeve.

Then, before he could wonder about Jing Yuan’s next step, Dan Heng felt a pair of hands attack both his sides, gently squeezing the spot. Letting out a surprised - and embarrassingly loud - squeal, Dan Heng quickly moved away from the general, turning back to him with an annoyed look. "What was that about?!"

"Oh, so you were listening to me, huh?" Jing Yuan laughed, wiggling his fingers menacingly towards Dan Heng. "But it seems you are pretty sensitive…"

"Don't you dare, general. Or I-"

"Or you what, Dan Heng? Come on, it's just a little tickling…" He took one step forward, making the other take one step back, trying to keep the distance between them the same despite Jing Yuan`s attempts to get closer.

"Or I will tickle you," Dan Heng said, not thinking properly before snapping back at the general. Those words, however, only seemed to amuse Jing Yuan even further, making his grin grow larger. There was no way he was letting such a discovery slip through his fingers like that.

"Oh? You'll tickle me?" He continued in a defiant tone, trying to read through him. If it was Dan Feng, he would be sent flying away in a blast of water for trying such a thing. But Dan Heng? He was pretty sure he could beat him in this kind of fight.

Tired of waiting, Jing Yuan decided to make the first move, reaching out his hand towards the other man. However, as he was merely inches away from Dan Heng, the general could only catch a glimpse of his tail moving in a defensive manner, landing a heavy - but not so strong - strike against his middle, enough to tackle him to the ground.

Letting out an audible grunt when his back hit the gardens’ ground, Jing Yuan could only let out a chuckle. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to ann-”

“I warned you, general,” Dan Heng interrupted him, smirking as he sat down on the other’s lap, his nimble hands already finding their way to Jing Yuan’s waist, pinching the spot through the cloth in his way. “And it seems… you are also a little sensitive, hm?”

A crooked smile quickly formed on his lips as some panicked giggles escaped. Wait, was he for real? Was he actually fighting back like that? The general tried to hold his wrists and push him away, twisting his torso as he attempted to escape. “D-Dan Feheng, wait- ahaAH!”

A louder cackle escaped right before he could say something else. The vidyadhara gave him a stern look, shaking his head in disapproval. “That’s not my name, general, how many times do I need to tell you that I’m not him?” Dan Heng said, feigning annoyance as he dug a little harder on Jing Yuan’s sides.

But there was no doubt this wasn’t the former elder, not a single one. After all, Jing Yuan knew very well Dan Feng would never engage in his “foolish and childish” games. Maybe that was the reason why his reincarnation could catch him off guard so easily.

“S-sohohohorry! A-ahAHah, y-you can stohohop now!” 

“Didn’t you say yourself that “it’s just a little tickling”?” Dan Heng mused with a smile, clawing at the general sides, making his laughter grow a little louder. If anyone from the Astral Express saw him right now, he wasn’t sure how he would explain himself - but it was just too early to stop.

With his legs immobilized under Dan Heng’s tail’s weight and his waist straddled, there was very little room for Jing Yuan to squirm - not to mention the fact that the other placed himself in such a way that he was sitting just out of the general’s reach, make it actually really hard (or impossible) to properly fight back the tickling. “I-I wahas wrohohong, Dan Heheheng!”

Jing Yuan pressed his eyes shut and laid his head back as he gave himself into the laughter, unable to do anything else other than hope to receive some mercy. “AhahAH, j-juhust quihihit it!”

Dan Heng slowly stopped moving his fingers, chuckling to himself. It was a rare sight to see the general laugh so carefreely, a much different sight from his usual self. “Guess Yanqing isn’t the only one that needs to learn… how to properly pick up a fight, huh?”

“A-ah, I suppose… I still have a few things to learn…” Jing Yuan sighed in relief, shyly giggling at himself. Just when he thought it was over, the general could feel the tip of the other’s tail tapping against his leg. Taken by curiosity, he opened his eyes, looking up to Dan Heng to be met with a mischievous grin.

“So… let’s see if you really learned your lesson, general.”

“Hah… surely, I look forward your teaching, Dan Heng.”

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[streets-in-paradise]

Secret Presents

Relationships: (platonic) Faramir x Sister!Reader, (platonic) Boromir x Sister!Reader.

Genre: family fic, sibling bonds, fluff, birthday fic.

Warnings: Denthor's terrible parenting, use of she/her pronoums. I am not sure if birthdays are culturally accurate for gondorians, but since in lotr we saw at least one hobbit birthday let's pretend they also could have birthday customs for the sake of this.

Summary: Boromir and Faramir surprise their sister on the morning of her birthday filling her with affection while furtively bringing her different sorts of gifts their father wouldn't approve.

Note: (Late) birthday gift for my bestie @beautifultypewriter, also inspired in her gondor girl concept. I hope the fluff will be good enough to compensate the delay <3

She didn't expected anyone to remember, there were allways more important things going on in such convoluted times.

Completely absent from her father's thoughts, only her brothers could possibly think about it. During the occassions in which Denethor do cared to celebrate her, he was always actually celebrating himself. Birthday parties that were generic social events for the nobiity, occassions for him to show off his might in decline and pretend for the public that he could resemble a father.

If he could possibly be thinking on doing something, she would rather hide far away from it for as long as possible. The only good reason the Steward of Gondor could have to remember that he had a daughter were the men arround him making the recall. He would only use it as an excuse to push yet even more insufferable nobles in her direction.

Feeling the call of the servant announcing her waking time that morning made her groan of frustration, wanting it to be over before it ever began. She emerged from the covers only caring to make sure to be in a visible state before opening the door, trying hard to remember not to share her mood with the servantfolk through terrible manners.

What she found instead were her two brothers hidding their presence on the usual call, ready to join forces as soon as they will find her. Their happy faces said it all, and she almost regretted her grumpyness.

" What are you doing here? "

To a gestural sign of Faramir, Boromir went ahead to lift her up from the ground. Almost like a father would do for his child, only with tons of chuckling in between.

" HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR SISTER!!"

In a matter of instants she was smiling again while being carried back inside her bedroom.

" Are you insane? What is this? "

Faramir calmed his own laughter to explain.

" Your birthday surprise! I bet you thought we would forget. "

She was perfectly aware of how strongly they loved her, but war kept them always bussy and she was perfectly ready to forgive them if that was the case.

" Orcs are constantly pushing the limits of our borders, of course you could forget! "

" But we would never. " Boromir cheerfully insisted, releasing her on her bed. " Have we ever failed you? "

She giggled and nodded negatively.

" ... Then why did you seem so upset looking at us from you doorframe ? " Faramir inquired. " It think somone really needs to get their spirits lifted. "

With a mischievous look he approached for a strong hug ending only when he sneaked one hand to her already known ticklish point. Her loud laughing comforted them all, so Boromir encouraged Faramir to keep going untill she started fighting back and the situation could escalate into an actual tickle fight unleashed right in front of the servants.

She was red from laughing and playfully smacked them in return, when her eldest brother gave premission for the maidservant to enter. She was carrying a curiously long chest with the help of one lad and presented it to the lady by command before retiring.

" See, if we would have waited untill you would come down for breakfast, we wouldn't be able to bring your presents. " Faramir continued. " These are of the kind our father will not wish to see. "

A sparkle of excitement lighted her eyes.

" Certainly not fitting for a lady, by his expressed opinion. " Boromir added. " He would be very dissapointed of me if he would find out I'm letting Faramir present you with this."

" Not as much as when he will see what you got her. " He commented in response. " ... And yours can't be hidden easily, as one can do with mine. "

Curiosity was growing with each of their teasing recalls and she rushed to open the mysterious casket used to hide such secret present from the world untill reaching her.

It revealed a bow, perfectly new and with its matching quiver following the style of the one that was her brother's favorite.

" Nurturing your passions is important to me, and being honest i'm slightly jealous you have gained more practice with Boromir's weapon of choice. "

He was joking and she could perfectly tell. Her brothers never had to compete for her love the way their father intended them to.

Here eyes were roaming the weapon with increasing surprise, then inmediately directed to look at her brother with the happiest adoration.

" It's perfect!! Just, ... perfect!! Beloved brother, I would love to practice with you. " She thanked, hugging him from up front and practically jumping from the joy. " I can't wait to try it!! "

" We will tell father is an harp." Faramir joked, sharing her excitement. " I doubt he would ever ask you to play music for him, so he will never discover it."

You chuckled together seeing that Boromir was allowing you the mean spirited commentary.

" My gift will also work as a distractive strategy: he will never get a moment to wonder about anything else. "

She questioned Faramir with her glance, but he provided no clues.

" Boromir ... what have you exactly done?? "

Their eldest brother began to chuckle, assuming the mysterious guilt for some possibly memorable mischief.

" Come down with us and you will find out. "

She smiled and quickly followed the instruction, begging them to leave her proper space to at least dress decently before being publicly perceived for the first time in the day. Neither of her brothers wanted to miss what was about to come, so they awaited outside only to find themselves going after her later because excitement made her run her way down.

Hardly catching his breath, Boromir indicated her to go outside. Her cluelessness made her even more desperate for finding the surprise, but she inmediately stumbled with it once the final instruction was correctly followed.

A magnificent horse, one that she never recalled to have seen before.

" It was almost impossible to import, but your dear brother planned things with time and sent clever merchants on the quest for it. " Boromir recalled, pridefully. " They wouldn't have sold this easily for a mighty lord of the city, but couldn't refuse when told it would dissapoint a young lady. "

She looked at him in disbelief, unsure of the guess she was about to make.

" No,no, no ... There is no way. You couldn't ... "

" Send men to Rohan despite the uncertain danger it implies just to get you a horse? " Faramir followed, finishing her sentence in a wondering tone. " Don't worry, your present also worked as harmless excuse to obtain trustable testimonies about the state of our old allies. Something we have been wanting to find out for a long time, but father kept refusing to investigate. "

The clarification amused her more than the explanation itself.

" You are unbelievable!! How are we going to hide this? "

Boromir wasn't troubled by her very logical reasoning.

" We won't, and I will assume all guilt. Wait to see how fast he will find a reason to excuse me. "

He made her laugh through that lighthearted mock of his unwanted privilege, aspect he manipulated in contructive ways when it could bring a side benefict to his siblings.

Looking at her smiling brothers awaiting her final verdict made her feel the luckiest girl in Middle Earth.

" I have the best brothers in the world. "

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[bubblegumrush]

S𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥'𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥⌇𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛⌇𝖬𝗒 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒!!

C𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣  O𝕟𝕖

You might have been born in the same womb. But when it came to looks and personality, you two were nothing alike. Your brother, Takeo Gouda, was strong and manly, almost like a gorilla; he might even start to resemble one. He’s also sweet and caring. So, you often wondered how you were related. Since you looked nothing like him, and you were nothing like him. 

You might have been twins, but that doesn't prove anything. At least not to you. Your dad likes to tell you how sweet and kind you are and that you’re the sweetest girl in the world. And your mom always tells you how such beauty and grace was born out of her stomach. That, in the womb, you stole all of Takeo’s beauty, so that’s why your beauty shines brighter than anybody else’s. 

You and Takeo share the same golden heart, but you just won’t admit it. In your head, you're trying your best to be like Takeo—kind and selfless; otherwise, you would never feel part of this family. You’re so in your head that the thought of being kind out of your own volition was impossible to believe; you did it to be like Takeo, not because you’re nice. 

You and your brother were close, but as you grew older, you grew further and further apart. You used to be able to read him like a book, but now it seems like you guys are just not in sync anymore. Nevertheless, you knew something had changed in him these past few days. He’s been acting skittish, always daydreaming during dinner, laughing to himself, and telling you how happy and fulfilled in life he has become.

"How weird..." you said to yourself, looking at Takeo enthusiastically typing on his phone.

Suddenly, he got up and exclaimed, "I’m heading out!" He shuffled quickly to get up and head towards the front door to put on his shoes.

"Hey, wait up!" You blocked the door with your body, ready to interrogate him. "Where do you think you’re going?"

He took a minute to come up with an answer, starting to sweat from the tension, as lying was something he had trouble doing. "Umm... to meet up with some friends?" He questioned, not sure if that was the answer he wanted to go with.

"You don’t seem so sure for someone who was excited to go out a second ago." You pushed even more.

You could see the sweat drop from his face; he was clearly hiding something, something he clearly wanted to tell me but was not sure if he should.

His face was turning red from biting his lips so hard that he forgot to breathe. 

"You breathing?"

He shook his head, scared that if he spoke, he would spill out his secret.

"So, is it a girl?"

All of a sudden, he started coughing profusely, saying, "I-i got to go!" He let out while dying in his shoulder.

He lifted you up, plopped you away from the door, and quickly rushed to put on his shoes.

 You grabbed him by his shirt, making him stop what he was doing. "Takeo, wait."

He looked at you, his face still full of sweat, as he felt that you were going to interrogate him even more. "Y-yes" He managed to let out.

"Look, I get it. You have things you don’t want people to know, especially your family. But please, Takeo, remember that I’m your sister, your twin sister. I’m always here if you need me; I’ll never turn you away." You said it confidently, seeing if he'd fall for your words. You did mean what you said, of course, but this has been going on for too long for you to not pull out the ‘we are family’ card.

He gulped as he decided whether or not to tell you. "Y/N…"

"Yes!" You exclaimed, ears wide open.

"I…I.."

"Yes, Takeo?"

"I-I’ve got to go!" He said, getting out of the house. "But I promise, I promise, I’ll tell you soon. Very soon, Y/N!"

He left you dumbfounded—dumbfounded by the fact that even after you pulled out the irresistible card, he didn’t tell you.

Something smelled fishy, and you had to know!

You run up to Sunakawa’s house, which is just next door, just like Takeo would usually do. You barge into his room without knocking, surprising him since he expected Takeo and not you."Sunakawa! You have to tell me what’s going on with Takeo!"

He put down the book he was reading and let out a sigh. He promised Takeo he wouldn’t spill the beans and would let him tell her at his own pace, but this has been going on for too long. He’s been tortured for too long by dealing with his shtick. From being dragged along to a mixer to getting used like a kissing doll, he had enough of Takeo’s buffoonery.

"I can’t; I promised-"

"C’mon, you can’t leave me out of this." You pleaded, kneeling down in front of him as he sat in his desk chair. "I’m your best friend’s sister; I’m your only friend’s sister. You can’t tell me that doesn’t mean anything?"

He seemed slightly annoyed that you had to mention that he only had one friend. "Fine, but you can’t tell Takeo I told you."

You sat, legs crossed, in front of him, listening carefully to what he had to say. You and Sunakawa had a very weird relationship. You obviously knew him from childhood, but that didn’t exactly make you friends. It was more like acquaintances who've known each other for more than a decade. Well, I guess you two were more than acquaintances…

"So…?" You waited as he thought about whether or not he would tell you. But finally, he decided to tell you, after a long sigh of disappointment in himself for letting him cave to you. "He has a girlfriend."

"…" You shot up from where you sat and gasped very loudly, "Really!?"

You gripped his arms and shook him. "Does he really!?" You pulled him closer to your face, awaiting his answer. Eyes staring deeply into his, patiently awaiting his answer.

He gave out a small chuckle, laughing at your antics, and said, "Yes, really," and gently pushed away.

"Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to..." You apologized, realizing how you might have made him uncomfortable with just how close you were.

"No, it’s okay. But don’t forget. You did not hear this from me."

"Of course, I would never betray you."

"Sunakawa told me." You let out a sigh as you felt a glare behind you for betraying a promise.

All three stood in the living room as you confronted Takeo about his so-called girlfriend’.

Takeo shot a glare towards Sunakawa, who stood behind you, and as he did, he looked away, pretending not to notice his look.

He still doesn’t know why he told you because you clearly can’t keep a secret to save your life, just like your brother.

"Sorry, I couldn’t keep it in." You looked back at Sunakawa. "But you! You can’t keep this kind of secret from me!" You stated this disappointedly, turning back towards your brother.

"B-but Y/N, I didn’t know how you would react…"

"What do you mean?" You shrugged your shoulders, looking away, feeling slightly guilty.

"Remember that time when you fought a girl because she liked Suna over me?"

That wasn’t the only reason you fought her…

"Meh, I was six. You can’t blame me for sticking up for you. You were saying that you were in love with her. And she rejected you and went for your best friend. In my opinion, she deserved everything that came to her." You said that, proudly remembering that fight.

"And that time when you cursed at a girl because she said I was weird."

"Well… That was five years ago, when I was eleven. How can you blame me for standing up for you? That girl had no right to call you that; only I can." You confidently stated this, slowly starting to see where he was coming from when he said he didn’t know how you’d react.

He had a huge smile on his face when, suddenly, you got tackled into a bear hug. "Oh, Y/N. I love you so much. You’ll definitely be the first to meet Yamato!" Lifting you off your feet and swaying you left and right.

"Can’t…breath…" You mumbled, your life flashing before your eyes.

He freed you from his arms, letting you breathe. "Tomorrow! You’re going to meet her tomorrow!" he said, holding your hands and jumping up and down like a little kid. "I’ll go see her right now and tell her! She’ll be so excited!" He squealed, running off to go see his girlfriend.

"Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?" You turned around towards Sunakawa, who still looked disappointed at you for calling him out. "I’m so sorry. I promise I couldn’t keep it in; I just couldn’t lie to my brother. Could you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?"

You walked closer to him, giving him puppy eyes. He took a step back as he was stunned by how close you were. "Y-yeah, of course."

"Good, cause I don’t want to have bad blood between us." You said this, relieved from the thought you may have upset him.

"Well, it’s not like I didn’t expect it. You’re a bad liar; I can’t really blame you." He insulted you casually, probably because of the earlier comment about him having no friends. "But I’m not sharing with you any more secrets; you can’t be trusted with that big mouth of yours."

He looked at you with a slight smirk. "Wha-? I wouldn’t go that far. I mean, bad liar, maybe. But not sharing with me your secrets? I’m offended." You smirked back.

"Offended?" He questioned, moving closer to you. "Sure, I’ll share with you a secret, but you can’t tell anyone." He leaned down at you and looked you straight in the eyes.

You started to sweat, nervously laughing as you avoided his eyes. ‘So close…’ you thought, your cheeks slowly turning red.

He opened his mouth and slowly whispered, "I’m going home."

He stood back up straight, a smirk still plastered on his face.

"What? Wait, that wasn’t even a secret-"

He walked toward the door, ready to leave. "Hey! I’m not finished." You ran up to him.

He turned around for the last time and smiled at you before leaving home for the apartment next door.

"Jerk" You murmured under your breath as he left.

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[dovedewdrop]

One Number Away (Joel’s POV)

I'm one number away from calling you

I said I was through, but I'm dying, inside

Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess

I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" / 1.3k

✨Part 1✨ ✨Part 2✨

A/N: My sincerest apologies for the wait! Thought I'd switch it up and give you all a lil look at the inside of Joel's brain😊 Also I just got back from staying in a cabin for a week and its been giving me soft cowboy!Joel thoughts so if anyone would care to grace my inbox with any thoughts on that...👀🤠🤎

Warnings: Joel being a saddie. Angst.

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Joel thought being alone would be better. He didn’t need distractions or people depending on him anymore, he’d only let them down anyway. So when you left with Tommy he thought he’d feel lighter, now that there was a weight off his shoulders, but as it turns out, the hunch over his shoulders only pushed him down further. 

Everywhere he went he felt the cold at his back, seeping into his bones, reminders of having lost Sarah and how he pushed you and his own brother away. He tried to move on, to tell himself that all of those things were in the past and he had to focus on the next thing, focus or get himself killed but the sting of his losses were written all over him for everyone to see.

Even Tess knew that he wasn’t for her, that his heart belonged to someone else and always would, so she held him at night “for warmth” and made him breakfast and poured him whiskey under the guise of friendship, hoping that one day he’d maybe see her.

For 20 years Joel sat in his guilt and anger, he let it seep through every fibre of his being, he may not be infected by cordyceps, but he was affected in a different way. Not that he was ever the most happy-go-lucky guy in Austin but he had love for his family and that made him smile and laugh and joke around, now there was nothing to laugh about. 

That is, until he met Ellie.       

It took him so long to warm up to her, every time he looked at her he thought about you and Sarah, he told himself that the baby you were carrying wasn’t just a miscarriage but a foreshadowing of what was to come, how it would be all his fault. Everyday spent with Ellie triggered a fountain of emotions for him, he told himself that he shouldn’t be trusted to look after her, then the next day he’d tell himself that this was his chance to make things right, to protect her like he couldn’t protect Sarah. His inside of his head resembled that of a wasps nest, thoughts always buzzing and swarming in his mind with no chance of respite, but when Ellie cracked that one joke it did, in fact, have him laughing, his mind began to quiet, and he had to admit that it was nice to not always be filled with tension.

As they crossed the country together he found his thoughts sometimes drifting to you, wondering for the most part if you were still alive. If you were, were you happy? Happy to be free of him? Happy to maybe start a new life with someone else? Or were you constantly walking through this life being traumatised? Something he knew you didn’t deserve and especially not from him. He thinks about how you were always there for him and how in the end he took your kindness and stomped all over it in those big boots of his.

When he saw you in Jackson he couldn’t do anything. He was overjoyed to see Tommy but as soon as he saw those eyes of yours, the ones that overflowed with tears the last time he saw you, he was physically rooted in place whilst mentally his mind was running a hundred miles an hour.

He watched as you walked off before turning to Tommy with a sombre look on his face. “I don’t know why I didn’t expect to see her here”, his brother didn’t know how to respond to him, as much as he was happy to see Joel, he stood firm on the fact that he had some grovelling to do. “Thank you for keepin’ her safe” The look in Joel’s eyes was genuine before he headed off in the direction of Ellie to help her with her things.

The sight of both you and Tommy after 18 years is what really took the weight off his shoulders, despite the incessant buzzing starting to creep back in. The collection of doubts begun to swirl around his brain, she doesn’t want to see you, she wouldn’t accept your apology if you gave her one, and would you blame her? He wanted so desperately to talk to you, to pull you close to his chest again, to kiss the top of your head but you were both different people now and he couldn’t ask any of those things of you.

So after his tiff with Tommy he couldn’t resist treading the snow to your house after you’d let out a snide remark. The pit in his stomach told him it was a bad idea, he was already riled up and he didn’t want to let you see that he was still an asshole, sometimes and besides, you don’t need him, you have a new life here, a better life without him, so it was better if he kept his distance. 

However, before he even knew what was happening the words were tumbling out of his mouth and into the cold air, condensing it with a fog, “You…got a boyfriend?” He clocked you rolling your eyes at him. Stupid. He shouldn’t have ever come over. And then you were chastising him, something you hadn’t done since before this whole thing started because somewhere along the way you became small and he hated himself for it every single day. 

He couldn’t help but take in your features, your soft lips, remembering the way you’d sometimes press them into his shoulder or your eyes, the way they lit up when you held the pregnancy test up to him from the bathroom floor. 

He wanted to know what was on your mind even though he doubted you would tell him and he was right, you weren’t answering him and that was all the confirmation he needed that you weren’t interested in engaging with a man who was now pretty much a stranger to you all over again. He had to walk away, for today at least, he was tired, the day had been long and he was emotionally all over the place.

But when you spoke up and confessed everything to him, he had stopped in his tracks and the tears were one blink away from creating a stream over the planes of his face. He couldn’t let you see the inner turmoil he was going through, he wanted to run to you to, to wrap you up in his arms and never let you go again but he also didn’t trust that he was fixed, that he was cured of his anger and his traumas.

In a panic, he simply pushed out a “see ya around.”

The following few days were hard for Joel. The buzzing had returned full-time and he was feeling antsy, sometimes snapping at Ellie and feeling immediate guilt. He was working on it. However, when Saturday came around he couldn’t help it, he’d held it together for so long, when you left he’d only slipped up once, the scar on his temple a constant reminder of that.

He’d been watching you watch him and Ellie put the decorations on their Christmas tree, his heart feeling tight, because you should be here with him and Sarah and your little one, who wouldn’t be so little anymore. He’d found himself in the pub at 7:30pm that Saturday evening, downing his drinks and letting his eyes drift towards you, he knew he wasn’t helping himself but he was at a loose end, with no idea what to do with himself anymore.

The next morning he felt rough, he’d cried and cried and cried into his pillow for the majority of the night after Tommy had left him, his fist sometimes slamming down on the pillow lying next to him, before chastising himself mentally, he wouldn’t do this if you were lying next to him, he wouldn’t even be pissed out of his mind if that was the case. He brewed his morning coffee and dragged himself onto the porch, not surprised to see you sat on yours at all. He slumped down into a chair and rubbed at the bridge of his nose, he had to figure this out, decide what he was going to do. 

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[teaberrii]

Chapter 8: Late Night Talk

You and Dan Heng are a match made in heaven until fate takes him away from you too soon. Years later, you think you moved on with a mutual friend who shared your grief and stuck with you during tough times until you meet a mysterious man with a striking resemblance to your past lover and a hidden motive. You’re determined to get rid of him, but how are you going to get rid of a god?

Dan Feng/You

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Dan Feng was heading toward the military training grounds when he caught his best friend standing outside the chamber belonging to a general. Her back faced the wall, and when Dan Feng got closer, he heard faint conversations from the room. When he said her name, she immediately turned to him, and that was when he saw how pale she looked.

“Are you looking for Dan Heng?” he asked.

It was the only logical reason why she would've wandered here as Dan Heng spent much of his time training with the growing military. By now, Dan Feng and Dan Heng had known her for years as her father had become a trusted friend and was still their calligraphy teacher.

“Dan Feng…! I—”

The door slid open, interrupting her. A tall, muscular man shot the girl a disapproving look.

“Who are you?” he sternly asked. “What are you doing here?”

"I-I'm sorry! I—"

Dan Feng calmly walked up beside her. “She was looking for my brother.”

"She shouldn't be here," the man said, frowning. "You know that, Dan Feng."

"I came here on my own," the girl said quickly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause trouble."

Dan Feng took her hand. "I'll keep an eye on her." Then, he led her elsewhere  before the man could ask more questions.

You followed them until you heard another man quietly asked:

“Do you think she overheard us?” You turned back and saw two men. The one who had asked the question stood just behind the muscular man. “It’d be a problem if she did.”

“We’ll deal with her later.”

Deal with her later? What was that supposed to mean? But, you didn’t dwell on the thought as you hurried to catch up with her and Dan Feng.

Once they were a distance away, she quietly said:

“I wasn’t looking for Dan Heng.” Their eyes met. “I was looking for you. The maids said you were at the library, but I didn’t see you there. So, I thought you might’ve been at the training grounds.”

“You just missed me,” Dan Feng said, not fully understanding why he was strangely happy she was looking for him and not his brother. But then, his rationality kicked in. “Why would you take the long way?”

“Oh… That’s…”

Her mouth was moving, but you couldn’t hear anything, despite standing a short distance away. Dan Feng, however, didn’t seem to question anything further. Yet, you saw how he looked at her with warmth and care. It was a gaze that reminded you of a budding, pure adolescent love.

Suddenly, another strong wind nearly knocked you off your feet. Your arms were over your face, and when the wind subsided, you slowly put them down and found that woman standing in front of you.

Okay. This wasn’t creepy at all.

You looked around. Where did Dan Feng go?

“I didn’t mean it,” you suddenly heard her say, and your attention returned to her. “Please… Tell him I didn’t mean it.”

Your eyes fly open, and you immediately sit up, greeted by the shadows on the walls and the soft rain hitting the window. Another dream. That much is obvious. But, why does it feel you’re somehow getting involved? Does that make sense? Are you losing it? Why are you having these weird dreams in the first place?

You think of Dan Feng.

It’s not strange to dream about people you know or have seen. It is, however, strange that you’re seeing Dan Feng and Dan Heng as kids… and now you’re seeing Dan Feng as a teenager when you’ve never met him back then. But the biggest mystery is…

Who in the world is this girl?

Suddenly, it hits you. Are you dreaming about the woman Dan Feng is in love with? Was in love with? Earlier at the elevators, you and Dan Feng are interrupted by tourists. Yet, just before that, you still learn what the woman looks like, and it's eerie that she fits the description of the girl in your dream.

You grab your phone off the nightstand. Before you know it, you have the texts between you and Dan Feng open on your screen. What? Are you going to text him?

Hey, I just had another dream about you and that girl. 

You delete it shortly after writing it. Then, you turn your phone face down on the bed while slightly shaking your head. You remember the curiosity in his eyes when you first mentioned your dream, and his words come back to haunt you.

“Did it mean something? Trigger something?”

Trigger… what? The only thing you can see it triggering is a creepy time progression. You’re thinking about whether or not to mention this dream to him when your phone buzzes.

Are we sending good morning texts to each other now?

You’re confused at the weird text from Dan Feng until you see that you accidentally sent him a heart emoji when you put your phone face down on the bed. 

That was an accident.

You’re biting your bottom lip upon seeing those terrifying three dots that mean someone is typing something.

I’ll take your word for it.

You almost sigh out of relief, feeling glad he won't go on about how ridiculous that excuse sounds. Heck. You probably won’t believe it if someone said that to you.

But you were thinking about me.

Your hands, still holding your phone, fall onto the bed. Unbeknownst to you, your cheeks are a little red. Your phone buzzes again.

What’s keeping you awake? I’m all ears.

Should you tell him about your dream? Maybe not seeing his face will make it a little easier…?

I had another dream.

You quickly put your phone down, remembering to shut off the screen before you do in case of another accidental heart emoji. Your phone buzzes faster than you anticipated.

Do you want to talk about it?

Perhaps now is a good time to continue that conversation about Dan Feng’s mysterious lover.

Yes.

“Are you normally up this early?” he asks as soon as the line goes through. 

"Early or late?" you deadpan. “Trust me, I wish I wasn’t." Your head hits the pillow. “I… didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Interrupted a bathroom break, but I’ll live.”

You lie back down on the bed. “Could you tell me more about that woman?”

“You dreamt about her?”

“Yeah… and you were there, too.”

“And what about Dan Heng?”

“He wasn’t there this time,” you say quietly. “It was mostly just the two of you in addition to two guards? I think they were guards, and…”

As Dan Feng listens to you, the more awake he becomes. He remembers this. Vividly.

“I thought I might bump into you along the way,” she said in response to Dan Feng’s question about why she took the long way instead. “I wasn’t sure if you'd be at the training grounds after all.”

“Well, you found me,” Dan Feng said, noticing a small leaf that was in her hair. He reached toward her but stopped just before touching her. “You have something in your hair.”

“Oh, do I?” She tried to get rid of it herself, and Dan Feng chuckled as her efforts were futile. “Is it gone?”

He took her hand, guided it toward the leaf, and gently swiped the leaf away.

“Now it is.” He let her go. “So, why were you looking for me?”

“I need a model.”

“A model?”

She nodded. “For one of my designs. Dan Heng already agreed to model for one of them, and—”

“You already asked my brother?”

It shouldn’t bother him. So, why did it?

“I’m creating two designs,” she said, a little blush spreading across her cheeks. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you have the, um, right figure that will work well with the clothes. Dan Heng’s a little different, so he’d look better with the other clothes I’m designing.”

Ah. So, it was about finding the right model.

“Sure. I’d be happy to.”

“Really?”

Dan Feng scoffed. “No, silly. I lied. You can ask Dan Heng.” She gave him a deadpan look, and he smiled. “Of course.”

“And then she appeared in front of me,” you say, dragging Dan Feng back to the present.

“Appeared in front of you?” 

You sigh. “Look, I’m not crazy.”

“I never said you were.” You hear something that sounds like he’s sitting upright on the bed. “This woman… We’ve known each other since we were kids. Just like you and Dan Heng.”

“Sounds like a childhood love story.”

Just like you and Dan Heng.

“Not exactly,” Dan Feng says after a short pause. “She chose my brother… over me.”

How… What are you supposed to say to that?

“But, in the end, they both passed,” he says after a short pause.

Your eyes widen. “Oh… I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“The fact that you’re dreaming about her… It’s fascinating, honestly.”

“You asked me before if my dream triggered something,” you say. “It sounded like you had something in mind.”

Again, you hear something shift.

“Sometimes, our dreams and memories are connected. I was entertaining the possibility that you were dreaming about something that happened to you.”

You quietly scoff. “Well, okay. I can buy the whole ‘our dreams and memories being connected’, but"—you roll onto your other side—"I think it’s established that the woman I’m dreaming about is not me.”

“Here’s a question. Do you believe in reincarnation?”

“Are you… Are you really trying to have a philosophical conversation with me at like four in the morning?”

A soft chuckle. “It’s the perfect hour for unhinged thoughts.”

“Well, please. By all means.”

“I believe in it," Dan Feng says.

“Any reason why?”

Not that he’s seen it or anything…

“It gives you hope, does it not?”

“Does it?” you mutter, sitting up and leaning against the bedframe. “I don’t know… If it were me, I probably wouldn’t want to come back. Not as a human, at least.”

“Then, what would you like to be?”

“A swan,” you say after a pause.

Unbeknownst to you, your answer surprises him as that isn’t the answer she once gave him.

“Not as unhinged as I thought.”

You chuckle. “You think? Well, what about you?”

“I wouldn’t,” he answers calmly.

“You… wouldn’t?”

“I wouldn’t want to reincarnate.”

“I can see that,” you say after a short silence.

Again, your answer surprises him.

“Going back to your dream…” Dan Feng says. “After she appeared in front of you, did she say anything?”

“Oh, now you’re curious?” you tease. “Um, well… She said she didn’t mean it. To tell ‘him’ that she didn’t mean it. I... Maybe she's talking about you."

Back in Dan Feng’s room, he’s gripping his phone tightly.

“That’s it?” he finally asks.

“That’s it.” Then, after a short pause, you say, “I can’t help but think it has something to do with what that guard said. They’ll deal with her later? Scared that she overheard them? I…” You take a small breath. “I don’t know. It makes me wonder what she overheard.”

“I wonder if you’ll dream about that next,” he finally says.

“I’d rather not,” you mutter. “This is too creepy for me.”

“Too creepy that you can’t sleep even though you got it off your chest?”

“Um, yeah, a little,” you say, sounding like you’re stating the obvious. “I’m dreaming about you and… a woman from your past in some kind of weird alternate reality? Yeah, I can definitely fall asleep after that.”

“Then, why don’t I tell you a story?”

“A story?” you ask. Then, skeptically, “And how good are your storytelling skills?”

“I'll let you be the judge.”

You start making yourself comfortable. “Someone sounds confident.”

“So, are you ready to hear a little about magic?”

Little do you know that he’s about to tell you more about his past life with slight changes to the names.

It was a quiet and cloudy late afternoon. The ground was damp with small puddles scattered around the palace courtyard from the light rain this morning. Everything was as it always was. Quiet. Peaceful. Calm. But that wouldn’t be the case if some people knew what Dan Feng was up to…

“My, you learn fast.” A middle-aged scholar, who was also Dan Feng and Dan Heng’s teacher, was watching the elder brother effortlessly making a feather float at just seven years old. “You and your brother are talented indeed.”

“This is too easy,” Dan Feng said, controlling the feather with his hand and then allowing it to fall gracefully onto the wooden table. “Surely, there’s more to magic than making something float.”

“I know how overly ambitious you are, but you’re already doing magnificently well for your age. And, don’t forget, there are limits to magic.”

“Like what?”

“The more advanced, the more it can take a toll on your body,” the man answered. “There are also a lot of unknowns right now, so we have to proceed with caution.”

“But… You know what else it can do, right?” The old man regarded him with a look that said he wasn’t naive. “I can keep a secret. It’s not like you’re teaching me anything dangerous.”

“I’m not afraid you’ll tell other people,” he said calmly. “I’m afraid you’ll go off and try it yourself. Worse if you drag your brother into it.”

Dan Feng rolled his eyes. “You worry too much.”

“Do I?”

“It’s worse if you don’t tell me,” Dan Feng argued. He put his elbows on the table. “Can we teleport? Or… Make things appear out of thin air?”

Suddenly, the door slid open, and Dan Feng’s mother walked in. Her eyes were sharp, and she regarded the scholar with a look of disapproval.

“This isn’t what you were supposed to be teaching him.”

“It’s not his fault,” Dan Feng said. “We finished our lesson, and I wanted to learn.”

“Magic isn’t something you’re supposed to dabble in. It’s dangerous.”

“It’s just a simple spell.”

His mother sighed. “I should’ve known you’d find other ways to get what you want.” Dan Feng smiled proudly. Then, she nodded at the door. “I’d like to have a word with him in private.”

“He’s not in trouble, is he?” Dan Feng asked, looking from his mother to his teacher.

“No.”

However, Dan Feng didn’t leave right away after stepping out of the room and sliding the door shut.

“I’ve received word that Penacony is developing something big using magic that’s beyond our imagination,” he heard his mother say.

Penacony…? That was the nation on the other side of the ocean of Xianzhou.

“Yes, I’ve read about it," the scholar said. "It’s… a little concerning how much they know.”

Dan Feng slightly turned his head toward the door.

“They’re progressing too fast. We need to start moving faster if we want to remain competitive as a magically advanced nation.”

“I do not want to assume the worst, but it makes me wonder where they’re getting all of this information from. We’ve already restricted their informational resources and supplies to continue testing certain types of magic.”

“Yes… I have my suspicions, and—”

“Brother?” Dan Feng spun around and saw Dan Heng with his hands behind his back. “What are—”

Dan Feng had put his hand over his brother’s mouth and quickly dragged him away before the door slid open.

By the time you open your eyes the next morning, you almost jump out of bed. You slept straight through breakfast, but at least you still have an hour before you have to check out. You just finished your daily morning routine when a knock comes at the door. They can’t be kicking you out already, can they?

But as soon as you open it, you’re surprised to see Dan Feng, and he’s holding some food in a brown paper bag with the logo of the coffee shop close by.

“Before you ask… I almost slept through breakfast,” Dan Feng says. “Got there at nearly the last minute, and I asked if you had already come down. After checking their records, they said no.”

“So… You went through all the trouble to buy me breakfast?” you ask skeptically. “It isn’t poisoned, is it?”

Dan Feng scoffs with a small smile. “It is partly my fault you stayed up so late.”

You take your breakfast from him and let him inside.

“I blame you for leaving it on a cliffhanger,” you say, opening the bag and seeing a medium-sized coffee and a hearty sandwich with a cute pudding cup for dessert.

"At least you fell asleep." You walk past him, sipping your coffee and putting your breakfast on the small counter as he pulls out his phone and leans against the counter. “Bailu keeps asking me if we’re coming together.”

“Why?”

“I guess she misses you, but she’s too embarrassed to say so.”

“Well, why not?” you ask, reaching for your wallet. “Split the cost.”

You hand him money to pay him back for your breakfast, but he just looks at it. You gesture for him to take it, but he asks:

“Did I ask you to pay me back?”

“Well, no… but—”

“Keep it,” Dan Feng says.

You slightly narrow your eyes. “You’re not going to ask for another tour around the city, are you?”

“It’s on me.” He pushes himself off the small counter and walks until he’s in front of you. “The next time we go out, it won’t be because of anyone owing the other anything.”

You aren’t sure why, but you can’t hold his stare. “Sure. Sounds good to me.”

You can still feel him staring at you when you hear him chuckle.

“I’ll let you finish packing,” he says, walking towards the door as your phone suddenly buzzes. “And I’ll call for a cab.”

“Wait.” Dan Feng turns around, but you’re looking at your phone. “Looks like we may know the identity of the creative director I’m meeting.”

Dan Feng walks over until he’s beside you. You slightly lean in his direction to show him a message from your boss that your meeting with Arashi, the creative director, is confirmed for next week. There’s also an address to the office you’re supposed to meet at.

"I found it surprising I couldn't find anything about him online," you say.

“Regardless, it's not a very good cover-up."

“You think it’s one of those people Zhongli and Neuvilette looking for?”

“I don’t think it’s one of them.” He looks at you. “I know.”

It’s then you realize how close you two are. Your heart unexpectedly hammers in your chest; your breath gets caught in your throat, and your face begins to warm until you look away.

“It’s because of the character of his name, right?” you ask.

“Oh? Have you studied kanji before?”

“My father was a language professor. So, he taught me growing up.” You can tell that Dan Feng looks intrigued. “ It’s also how I got into Chinese calligraphy.”

“Really? Well, why didn’t you say so?” Dan Feng asks with a little smile.

“You never asked.” He gives you a deadpan look, and you gesture back to your phone. “Let’s not get off topic.”

He leans slightly closer. “You started it.” Then, he walks past you, grabs the small memo pad off the desk, and writes the character for Lan. “This can mean mist or storm, depending on how you read it. And in Japanese—”

“Storm means Arashi.”

“Bingo.”

You exhale softly and sit on the bed. “Let’s not jump to conclusions so quickly. There’s a chance we might not be right. If he is Lan, I’m sure someone like Childe would’ve told him about you and me. So… Why bother hiding his identity this way if he knows we’d figure it out?”

“You’re assuming that they know everything about us.” Dan Feng faces you and leans against the table. “I don’t know how much Tsaritsa and her family know about you, but Lan and Nanook… They know very little about us. Us… being myself and the others you met.”

“Ah… So, he wouldn’t know about your special ability.”

Dan Feng almost chuckles. “Special ability?" That’s a bit of a stretch.”

You shrug. “It’s a skill, at least.”

“How much do Tsaritsa, Carrothead, and the others know about you, anyway?”

“They know a little about my family like how my father is a professor, but if you’re talking about nitty-gritty details like he was a language professor or me knowing kanji, I never mentioned it to them.”

Dan Feng glances at the necklace around your neck.

“Did Dan Heng ever tell them?”

“He never told me he did. They also don’t strike me as people who’d be interested in that. Frankly”—you frown—”they saw me as someone dating him just for his money.”

“And now all that money is in the hands of people who never should’ve gotten it to begin with,” Dan Feng says, walking towards you. “Perhaps you got lucky that you didn’t marry into a terrifying family. They would’ve come after you next if you weren’t on that plane.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” you mutter, standing.

You’re about to walk past him when he says:

“I’d like to believe there’s a reason for everything.” You glance at him. Is he going to say what you think he’s going to say? Dan Feng turns his head towards you. “Without meeting us, you’d never find out the truth. You’d never be able to move on.”

You turn to him, but the hotel phone interrupts you before you can get a word out.

◆◆◆

You and Dan Feng haven’t spoken much since that little conversation in your hotel room. Yet, here you are, sitting next to him in the taxi as it weaves through the city. You’re sitting on one end and him on the other. The taxi driver looks into the rearview mirror.

“It’s no good for a beautiful young couple to be giving each other the cold shoulder," the driver says, catching you and Dan Feng off guard. "Nothing is healthier than communication!"

You aren’t sure whether to find it endearing or awkward that a taxi driver is giving you advice on romance.

“We’re not a couple, actually.”

“Oh! You aren’t? I’m sorry! It’s just… the vibe you two give off reminds me of when my wife and I would fight sometimes.”

“We aren’t fighting.”

You and Dan Feng look at each other, taken aback by the calm synchronicity.

Once again, the taxi driver looks from you to Dan Feng and back onto the road. “Noted." He smiles. "Not fighting.”

The taxi pulls up to a high-rise apartment equipped with an indoor pool, gym, and a large outdoor garden. As soon as you and Dan Feng get out, you hear:

“Oh! They’re here!”

By the time you have your belongings and Dan Feng slams the trunk of the taxi shut, Bailu is already a short distance away with Zhongli and Neuvilette coming behind her. But, they aren’t the only ones there.

March, Stelle, and Caelus are also not far behind. You aren’t surprised as they told you yesterday that they’d come to help you with the move.

“You two got a whole welcome party,” Stelle says, walking up to you.

“Looks like they were telling the truth after all,” Neuvilette says.

“Why would we lie?” Caelus asks.

“Well, at least the staring contest in the lobby was quite entertaining,” Zhongli adds.

March sighs. “I guess I’ll give it to Bailu.”

Caelus nudges her. “You got distracted by the hot—”

“Anyway,” March quickly interrupts as she walks up to help you with your luggage. “No need for introductions. We already know each other.”

Bailu nods. “The cotton candy girlie is right. We overheard them saying Dan Feng's name, so I had to interfere to see what it was all about!"

Neuvilette sighs. "Bailu gave us quite a scare after we saw her talking to random strangers."

“Caelus,” Stelle says, frowning at her brother who’s blatantly staring at Dan Feng. “What are you doing?”

“I just… Wow. He does look exactly like Dan Heng,” Caelus says, intrigued. “It’s kinda scary.”

“Who are you?” Dan Feng asks flatly.

Caelus puts his hands on your shoulders. “Her childhood friend.”

“The four of us grew up together,” you say, “along with Dan Heng.”

“Yeah, but we came into each other’s lives at different times,” March adds. “I didn’t meet them until our early years in college.”

“College is still considered one’s childhood?” Neuvilette asks. “Surely, one must be old enough to handle themselves by then.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” March says, rolling her eyes.

“Anyway,” Dan Feng says, gently pushing you forward, and making Caelus drop his hands from your shoulders. “Let’s go.”

Caelus quickly catches up to you. "We're not getting introductions?"

"Later," is Dan Feng's nonchalant reply.

◆◆◆

A few days later, Lan arrives at the office where a white envelope is waiting for him on the top of his desk. He picks it up and flips it over. No name or address. As soon as he sits down, he calls the front desk.

“Yes?” a woman asks as soon as the line goes through.

“Did you ask someone to deliver something to me this morning?”

“No, sir. No one has been up there. Is something wrong?”

“No,” Lan answers, putting the envelope down. “Don’t worry about it.”

After the call ends, he slowly tears open the envelope and sees just two words written in cursive.

Time’s ticking.

Chapter 9

End notes:

Man, I feel like I'm behind on my updates. This chapter took me longer to write, and I'm not sure why. This felt like a... 'Getting to know each other' chapter plus some more lore. Things will start picking up in the next chapter when you meet Lan, and more hints about our mystery man will be revealed, too. A hint is that it's a man who I never written for before. Idk if that helps since there's a bunch of people who I've yet to write for lmao but this guy hasn't appeared in any of my stories yet.

Also, I noticed a funny typo in one of my earlier chapters where I wrote 'contact' instead of 'contract' lmao. If you spot any typos or odd punctuation, please let me know LOL it's likely an editing blunder that I missed.

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Billie's new best fren 2

(Part 1)

Miles sighs at his boyfriend as they walk to Miguel's office to discuss the failed mission: You know, she doesn't like it when you hold her like that! -Hobie spend the free time trying to get Billie to like him after he found out she is fond of Miguel-

Billie's cheeks puff being super upset that the punk Spiderman is holding her instead of her amazing big brother: NO! Nonononono! -she walks Hobie's face with her hand having to struggle from his grasp-

Hobie holds her close to looks at her: Come on, darling. You will like me! Look, I'm a kind, mate! -he took her hits, since they didn't hurt.-

Billie struggles using her web shooter: NO! Miles, Miles -she began crying for her brother-

Hobie grunts: No use! Why does she hate me? -he frowns-

Miles took his baby sister back in his arms, calming her down: She doesn't hate you. She's just like you! She gets jealous when all my attention is on someone else. And I thought you didn't care? You're just jealous because she likes Miguel. -it always goes back to Miguel somehow. Miles never understood why Hobie had this jealousy toward the older Spiderman. It not like he's going to dumb his boo over Mr. Grumps! Nah, Miles is too loyal, too faithful to his relationship with Hobie-

Hobie: It's just weird! I rather have her like me that's all! -they enter Miguel's office with their other Spider-heroes from the mission-

Miguel spotted the two coming in, his eyes seem to gleam at Miles' sister: Morales. Brown.

Hobie merely grunts having to sit on a desk being laid back. Miles happily said: Hey, tio! Look, who I brought today! -Hobie eyes rolled hearing Billie's cheerful voice-

Billie likes Miguel, because he too get annoyed with Hobie, so they both get annoyed: Tio! -she giggles having her tiny hands reaching over the older Spiderman-

Miguel let out a small chuckles as he got down from his platform to hold the little girl. His eyes soften by the sight of her, she reminded him of his Gabriella. Billie's dark skin tone, her big eyes, and dark hair resembles his deceased child, even thought Billi's hair is much more coily, Gabriella had the same amount of hair, thick, luscious and full of life just like her own curly hair: Hola, mi niña. Cómo estás? Bien? -he held Billie in his arms smelling her strawberry milk baby scent, which must come from her shampoo. The light hint of she butter tickles Miguel's nose when Billie's hand pat on his face, a habit she likes to do. The little girl always seem so fascinated by his face, he always assume maybe because he's ugly and funny looking-

Billie: Tio. Tio! Ahh...

Miles merely smiles watching the two enjoying themselves. The only reason he brought Billie was for Miguel. Maybe it would help the man get some closure or filled the loneliness he carries, and his little sister seem to enjoy his presence at the same time. So a win win!: She got happy when I mentioned we were gonna see you!

Miguel: Is that so, heh? -he chuckles with amusement still having his eyes on the baby-

Billie giggles when Miguel's finger tickle her neck: Hahaha! Tio! Tio! -she babbles a lot more-

Miguel: She's learning to talk more than last time I saw her.

Miles nodded: Yeah, she mostly understands Spanish

Miguel: Es bueno! Es importante para ella aprender ambos idiomas a diferencia de alguien. -he eyes on Miles, who has trouble speaking in Spanish-

Miles pouts: I do know Spanish! Look! Pue-do hah-ablar en-en orac- orca- I-ones comp- com- ple-tas! -Being put on the spot made him nervous, and he did carry an American accent when he spoke Spanish, but he proudly finished it. So a big smirk on his face-

Miguel blinks, and Billie glances at her brother then made a: Pfft. -she turns back to Miguel- Nononono.

Miles: Billie, you didn't had to do me like that. -Sometimes his sister is way smarter than people think-

Miguel chuckles a bit louder as he holds Billie closer to him: Tu Herman está aprendiendo, princesa. No podemos ser tan estrictos. -She only pucker her lips then gave a look that said you-were-thinking-the-same- He's doing his best. -He's a lot kinda to Miles over the couple of years, the young man been part of the team. Maybe it was guilt from the beginning, in the end Miles proved him wrong.-

Miles proudly puff his chest: Yeah!

Miguel: I wonder where she got it from? So strict, and mean.

Lyla's avatar appeared to look at Billie: Really? You have no idea? -she waves at the baby-

Billie tries to touch it: Ohhh! Bon-ita!

Miles snickers while Miguel said: I have no idea what your talking about, Lyla.

Lyla snorted: She obviously learned it from you! Babies learn from the source! -she turned smaller to stand on Bille's nose to get the girl's attention busy-

Miguel grunts: Pfft. -the same way Billie did it to Miles-

Miles laughs: Ah, so that's where she learn that. -the other group came into the office having brought lunch-

Pav came toward Miles and Hobie: We got lunch!

Peter grins nervously at a glaring Miguel: We brought those Empanadas! -He had Mayday hold a take out container stuffed with Empanadas with different meat fillings-

Mayday nodded: And-and milkshake, uncle Miguel! -she put on her cute puppy look, so her daddy doesn't get too much into trouble from the mission-

Billie eyed t Peter then grunts: Hmph!

Miguel nodded: Exactly. Solo tu me entiendes. Anyway, why are you all here late!

Gwen gave Hobie a bag filled with his and Miles' lunch: Hey, Obs! Miss anything.

Hobie: Thanks, Gwendy. You didn't miss much -still sounding jealous as his boyfriend spend the free time talking to Miguel-

Gwen grins widely noticing Hobie had this annoyed tone in his voice, only happens when he's jealous. Her eyes glanced over at Miles standing in front of Miguel, who's holding Billie. Looks like that's the reason: Right, sure. -she chuckles as she set her own lunch down next to him-

Mayday handed Miguel's lunch to the leader: Here, uncle Miguel. My daddy is really really sorry! -she put on her big eyes on him-

Billie eyes at Peter: Oh?

Miguel grins at the baby in his arms: Mira, nena. Your dad is reckless. -being honest seeing her pout- At least you and the rest of the team are fine. However, we need to discus WHAT -eyeing at Peter again- went wrong!

Billie's tummy growling: Ahh! Ahh! Leche! Leche! -she grab Miguel's pecks to give a sign she's hungry!-

Miguel sighs: Morales, Le trajiste comida para ella? -Gwen, Pav and Peter snickers at Billie's hand grabbing his right peck.-

Miles giggles: Yeah, right here. -opening a small pouch from his baby carrier that had a bottle of water and powder formula to mix together. Billie's mouth water for her food- I'm coming! I'm coming, gotta shake it well!

Mayday went over to Miles: Let me help! Let me help, big bro! -She had her hands up to help shake the bottle. Miles let her shake it.- Hehehe, I'm helping!

Miles smiles: Yeah, you are. Now, handed it to Tio. -Mayday went to hand the bottle to Miguel-

Miguel took the bottle and shake it a bit more till he feds Billie. The little girl took the bottle with joy: Rico?

Billie: Mmhhmm! -She holds her bottle enjoying her meal. -Gwen and Pav started eating their lunch being so hungry-

Miguel turns to the group: Anyway, -he holds the bottle helping Billie drink her milk- Parker, what were you thinking?

Peter gave a sheepish grin: Mig, I wanted to finish the mission early! It was supposed to be a level 2 anomaly!

Miguel growls: I told you it was unknown! Lyla scanned the anomaly, but her readings couldn't scale the anomaly's powers. -The view of Miguel holding the bottle feeding Billie made it hard to take the conversation seriously.-

Miles: Sir, it was sort of my fault! -wanting to take some responsibility- I shouldn't taken Billie since I failed to follow the plan!

Miguel turns to Miles: You did nothing wrong, kid. You were following orders, though I do expect you to be more responsible toward your sister about certain missions you take with her. Considering it's always hard to multi-task between Spiderman and your normal life. I'll let that slide, but -he glares mostly at Peter- Your the one in charge, Parker! I gave you a perfectly good plan and you ignored it!

Peter being nervous: I thought we didn't need it! Sometimes we can't depend on your plans! Look, I admit that I screwed up, but it's not the end of it. We can go back and fine the anomaly!

Gwen: Yeah! It'll be fine. We'll follow the plan this time, right Peter?

Peter grins widely: Look, Mig. I promise!

Miguel scowls at him: You will write me a ten paper report why this mission fail, Parker!

Peter groans: Ughhh! What is this? High school!

Pav chews: He could've suspend you.

Miguel: I should -being upset. Then, Billie mumbles pulling away from her bottle- Done?

Billie turn her face away from the bottle: Mm! -Miles took out a small baby blanket from his baby carrier's large pouch and handed to Miguel. The leader wanted to burp the little girl letting his own fatherly instinct appeared. Billie made more nosies as he placed the baby blanket on his left shoulder, and he let her lay over as he gently pat her back- Ahhh, bbrrrr, prrr!

Miguel softly said: Ya. Ya. Casi termino. -Billie made other sounds-

Pav giggles: How cute! -he pulls out his phone to take phones just like Gwen did-

Mayday watch Billie drooling and burping: Why she needs to be burped?

Miguel: Because babies can't burp themselves! It hurts them.

Miles: Should we call you Spiderdad, then? -Miguel eyed at the young Spiderman- Just saying, kids are always around you. Even Gerald likes you.

Mayday: I like uncle too!

Peter: What about me? I'm a dad, too!

Gwen whispers to Pav: Spiderdaddies.

Pav snickers: For real!

Miguel turns tot he two whispering: Qué?

Billie burps one last time before making sounds: Waawawaw! AH! -she became antsy-

Miles went over to give her, her pacifier so she can relax: You good, boo-boo! -Billie was more than good. She's happy. Being carried and full, she felt amazing- I'll take that as a yes. -he took the baby blanket away from Miguel-

Miguel held her: You go eat your lunch with Brown. I'll watch her until till then.

Miles: Awe, thanks, tio! I think Billie couldn't be happier. -Seeing his sister being happy-

Mayday: Miles, can i eat with you and Hobie?

Miles: Sure! -Mayday happily took his hand as they went to the other side of the office to eat their lunch with their friends-

Peter stood casually with his arm on Miguel's shoulder: You know, you got quite the crowd.

Miguel: Parker, your still in trouble.

Peter pouts: Awe, come on! How about a kiss?

Miguel: No!

Peter groans: This handsome face comes once in a life time -he frowns- Please, Miggy?

Miguel: Peter, leave me alone and go start on your report. I'll keep an eye on Mayday!

Peter grunts: Let me finish my lunch then -he dramatically sighs. Billie merely giggles at the grown men arguing like her parents.-

Hobie pulled Miles into his arms as they eat together: Still don't get what she sees in him? -He rest his chin on Miles' left side of his shoulder-

Miles chuckles having to open their containers filled with their lunch. They order Chinese food; fried rice with beef and broccoli, two egg rolls, chow men with orange chicken and bbq pork. He kisses Hobie on the cheek: Mi amor, no te preocupes! Billie is chilling, besides -he whispers lowly in his boyfriend's ear- this is good for Miguel.

Hobie pouts then sighs: I guess, mate. Still don't like it. How about another kiss?

Miles snickers giving him a peck on the lips: There? Better, mi amor?

Hobie: Sî

Pav kept eating his lunch which was Jamaican food; jerk chicken, seasoned rice and chicken curry: You guys always gotta be like that? -they're lovey lovey sometimes feel overwhelming-

Gwen laughs having her lunch; Greek gyro stuffed with beef, side of feta lemon salad and lemon rice: Haha, come on, Pav! Your just mad because Gayatri is on vacation with her family.

Pav pouts: I am not!

Gwen: Yes you are!

Hobie hugs Miles' tightly as he rubs his cheek against his sunflower: Heh, my sunflower deserves all my attention. -he gave multiple kisses on his boyfriend's cheek- Right, luv?

Miles giggles: Yup!

Hobie: Can you feed me some chow mien, darling!

Miles: Okay, baby!

Gwen: Whoa, now that's too lovey dowery for me.

Mayday eats her McDonalds happy meal: I think it's cute! -she giggles-

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #spiderman #across the spider verse

[weshallc]

HAPPY 75th BIRTHDAY NHS

Call the Midwife Special AU FIC

HAPPYBIRTHDAY @ilovemushystuff I know you aren't 75! but I hope you enjoy this. Like the NHS you are so loved, appreciated, valued and vital to this community. But in a much better state than the NHS. ❤💌🎈🎁🎂

Thank you @fourteen-teacups for being the most patient person in the world. It felt like 75years since we started writing this. 🥰@roguesnitch yes you can adopt a donkey.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to TV presenters living or dead are completely coincidental. Absoloutley. 😬

July 5th 2023, Aylward Care Home, Poplar.

“Come on Jack, do you want to have a wee sit in the garden? It's a lovely morning. Let’s fetch your cardi.” 

The tall man is stooped, no longer able to carry his previous imposing six foot stature. Bent by age and years of working his failing muscles and bones are always tired. He turns his head to look at the young fresh faced girl at his side. He likes this one. They are all nice, pleasant, some a little kinder than others. But they are busy, they have mouths to feed, medicines to dispense and bums to wash. This one she seems to have more time than others. Maybe it is because she has the gift of youth. She has time to play with. Jack’s time is running out. Time has started to tease him. Started to play cruel games. Time does not play fair. Time plays by its own rules.

A loud noise alerts Jack and he clings to the girl. She doesn't panic but steadies her friend. For a split second he is back in Derry, but only for a second.

“It’s only the telly Jack. In the day room, don’t worry. Someone’s put the sound up.”

An older woman appears in the corridor, older, but not as old as Jack. He thinks she has a  beautiful smile and a hint of a foreign accent. This one always makes him laugh. He asked her where she was from once and she said Hackney and then she roared with laughter. Jack laughed too; he didn't know why, it just feels good to laugh. But he never asked again.

“Who’s in the day room?”

“I’m not sure, I thought there was just one lady, but it can’t be. You take our Jack the Lad, here, into the garden while I go check it out, Amy.”

Amy. That's her name, sweet Amy. They wear name badges but the writing is too small.

“Thanks Flora.”

Ah yes, Flirty Flora. Now he remembers.

Amy returns to the day room, the telly is still too loud for her own comfort, but bearable. Flora is fiddling with the hearing aids in the ears of the only other occupant. She is being brushed away. Flora doesn't notice or if she does it doesn’t bother her,

“You want to hear, don't you? I’m too big to be a fly, you know. Can’t swat me away so easily.”

Amy smiles and sees what she thinks is a hint of what might be one in the resident resisting Flora’s ministrations.

“Who turned the sound up?” Amy asks as she looks around the otherwise empty room.

“No idea, I don’t think, my lady here, could reach the remote or figure out which button to press. It took me five minutes to guess how to turn it down again."

“Maybe Dangerous Dave is playing pranks again.”

“That’s what I thought but his daughter has taken him out today. It's Wednesday. If you ask me, that TV set is spooked. It’s always doing it.”

Flora completed her challenge of securing and tuning in the hearing aids, She gently takes hold of the arm that was flying into her face and asks if all is now comfortable and clear. She receives a slight nod in response, perceivable only because Flora knows what to look out for.

“Is this the right channel?” asks Amy.

“Yes, It’s 9 o'clock time for Lorraine.”

“I hope it isn’t that footballer’s missus again, right annoying she is.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“What give up this life of luxury for some sweaty millionaire, as if? The residents would miss me. You’d miss me.”

Flora smiles at Amy's protestations and thinks she may have detected another slight nod elsewhere.

A squeaky non descriptive tune pours out of the television and the screen is a vibrant mix of pink and white.

Three people sigh as Lorraine appears before them on screen.

Lorraine, a jolly looking white woman with dark shoulder length hair, who looks to be in her late fifties, fills the screen. She begins to talk to the camera. A Scottish lilt in her voice.

 “Good Morning everyone, how are you today? I hope you are all well. And if you are feeling well this morning, it might be in part to do with the focus of our show. That’s right we moved out of our cosy wee West London studio to venture east into Tower Hamlets.”

It becomes clear Lorraine is standing in front of an old building probably dated back to the late 1800s.

“The reason we find ourselves in Poplar this morning is to celebrate the 75th anniversary of the birth of the National Health Service. And what better way to do that, than in the Patrick Turner Health Hub that has provided primary care predating the formation of the NHS. In all that time it has been the working home of one family.”

The camera now pans out to reveal a Victorian building that has been extended and modernised over the centuries. Some additions are more historically sympathetic than others. Lorraine continues.

“There has been a Turner working here since the end of the Second World War. Including our very own medical expert and friend of the show, Dr Teddy Turner.”

A man of similar age to the presenter pops into view. He is tall, but doesn’t overshadow our host. His hair is dark but the light grey that highlights his unruly tresses may once have been blonde. He is smartly dressed in a dark tailored three piece suit, pink shirt and tie haphazardly adorned in medical equipment such as thermometers, stethoscopes and those things for looking in your eyes and ear.

 “Good Morning, Dr Turner.” 

“Good morning, Lorraine and welcome to Poplar.”

They chat in the tone of two old friends surprised to have bumped into each other at the doctor’s that morning.

“Well, it’s lovely to be here and the staff have made us very welcome. I’m sure the last thing they wanted on a busy Wednesday morning is a TV crew to contend with, but they've been really lovely.” 

“I think like everybody else involved in patient care we are only too glad to have the opportunity to celebrate 75 years of the National Health Service. And share a little bit of our part in that incredible history.”

“Well, shall we do just that very thing? After the break we will be venturing inside the Patrick Turner Health Hub. Where we will be meeting more Turners talking about the last 75 years of working within the NHS. We’ll be looking at some of the most significant changes over that time, with a family that has always been at the cutting edge, if you will please pardon my pun.”

Those who went to brew a cup of YorkshireTea during the intermission miss the NHS75 anniversary retro adverts for Radio Rentals, pink wafers and playtex girdles.

“Welcome back. As you can see we’ve moved into a sort of conference room. Is that right, Dr Teddy?”

“Yes, it's where we hold training days for our staff and the wider district. We also run information sessions for newly diagnosed diabetics, dementia support, mental health, stopping smoking, drug and alcohol advice. And of course women’s health, which here at Patrick Turner’s we specialise in.”

“Well, we are going to come on to that, but I see over here some lovely people. I would like you very much to introduce us to.”

The camera moves towards a group of people sat around a functional table with mugs in front of them of various sizes and designs.

“This is my big sister, Angela. She was a full time GP here for over thirty years and now runs a lot of our education programmes and Well Woman clinics. Her daughter Jools has taken over her mantle and also her office and is currently one of our full time GPs.”

A slim blonde woman who appears to be in her late 50s or early 60s becomes the camera operator's focus. Her hair is tied back from her face, which is thin and angular, but her blue eyes have a gleam and her lips are failing to hide a smirk. She carefully clutches a blue mug and seems to be holding it quite tensely at a deliberate angle. A few letters are revealed between her fingers UK, THE, IES.

“So she’s your niece. We might be able to catch a word with Dr Jools later, but she’s busy seeing patients right now. Is that right, Dr Teddy?”

“Yes, she is my niece. No-one does nepotism quite like the Turners.”

“Moving on.” Lorraine is starting to sound as if she is wondering who is running this show? “And who is this distinguished looking gentleman next to your lovely sister?”

“This gentleman also celebrates his 75th birthday this year. He's actually slightly older than the NHS. This is Sir Timothy Turner, Lorraine. Or as I refer to him Lord Buggerlugs.”

“That seems very unkind, but having a sibling myself it's relatable. I must also apologise to anyone offended by any inappropriate use of language so early in the morning. Regular viewers will know this is to be expected when Dr Teddy is my special guest.”

“I’m seeing a disapproving glance from the lady next to Sir Timothy and the main reason we are here today. Dr Teddy’s, Sir Timothy’s and Dr Angela’s mum is also here. Dr Teddy, please introduce us to this remarkable lady.”

“Lorraine and viewers this is Sister Shelagh Turner, my, sorry, our mum. She came to Poplar in July 1948. It was the inception of the National Health Service. She arrived as a nurse and newly qualified midwife to work on the district with the nuns at Nonnatus House.” 

“I wonder if I could ask Sir Timothy to explain a wee bit of the history of Nonnatus House and its relevance in the East End of London.”

The camera focuses on a tall gentleman looking a good ten years older than his siblings. (They definitely appear to have been a good ten years). He is also dressed as smartly as his younger brother, but minus the novelty tie. Anyone who studied medicine in Edinburgh would recognise this tie’s pattern. He clears his throat and looks directly into the camera.

“Only if you cease referring to me as Sir Timothy. I accepted my knighthood from the late Queen in recognition of my rewarding career as a GP and as an advocate of the NHS and Public Health. I am now retired from medicine. I do continue to campaign for justice for those who through negligence contracted Hepatitis C and the HIV virus as a result of blood transfusions. Compensation has still not been fully distributed and no UK public body has ever admitted responsibility. Therefore, my job is not yet done. So therefore, I’m just Tim.”

“That’s so well said, Sir Tim. And that seems to be a thread that runs through the Turner family. Generation after generation. Your father, the late Dr Patrick Turner who this medical practice is named in memory of, was an early advocate for the families affected by Thalidomide. As you have so rightly reminded us, you have spoken up for all those affected by the 20th century Factor 8 scandal. Your sister, Dr Angela Turner is a voice many will be familiar with on Women’s Hour on Radio 4 sharing her wealth of knowledge on the menopause and postnatal trauma. And of course our own Dr Teddy brought clarity and evidence based truths to our viewers during the recent Covid pandemic.”

For the first time they all look less assured, even Dr Teddy is lost for words. He and Angela both look towards their older brother.

“We’ve all been inspired by our parents. Dad was a great believer in medicine's ability to heal after witnessing the return of the injured as a child in Liverpool from 1914. He was able to compare those times to the wider use of antibiotics which he witnessed as an army medic during WWII. As a GP working through the 60s he saw, thanks to vaccination, the demise of TB and Polio both of which had previously left their scars on our family. The Thalidomide scandal was a heavy blow to recover from, for a GP who only wanted to prevent and ease suffering. Fortunately he  married Shelagh, who loved and believed in him completely." He nods towards the lady sat next to him.

"Through her religious background she understood the way ahead isn’t always clear or certain, She always used to quote St. Julian of Norwich to us as children, ‘He did not say you would not be assailed, you will not be laboured, you will not be disquieted, but he did say you will not be overcome.’ My father was not a religious man, but I believe he drew strength through my mothers steadfast faith in God, and even more so from her faith in him.”

“Thank you Sir...Tim. Well, I think that’s given us all a lot to think about as we go to another wee break.” 

Viewers who want to adopt a donkey are infuriated by adverts for Babysham, tinned spam and a Tiny Tears doll. 

 “Welcome back to Lorraine in Poplar.”    

“So here I am, sitting next to the mother of these fine boys and the gorgeous Dr Angela, Sister Shelagh Turner.”

 “Greetings”

A small woman with steel grey hair pulled into a tidy bun sits between Tim and Angela. She wears a tailored navy jacket with a delicate gold pearl and ruby brooch on the lapel. She holds her mug less furtively than her daughter and viewers can clearly read the words If In Doubt Just Ask Mum.

“From what I’ve been told by your son you qualified as a midwife in 1948.”

 “I did.”

“Dr Teddy, your mother is Scottish!” Lorraine cries in surprise, because obviously she hadn’t introduced herself to her guest before the show. “I can see we are going to get along quite famously. Can you tell me the changes you have seen over the last 75 years?”

“Oh my dear, you may have to cancel one of those shows that follows this one, about relocating abroad or selling something you found in an attic, for me to tell my story.”

Viewers are frantically trying to work out how old Shelagh Turner is as this indomitable lady cooly answers every question. She brings a sense of calm to the temporary studio, in a building she has been familiar with most of her life. If at that moment anyone asked Alexa or Siri to show them the meaning of professional they would instantly produce a picture of Shelagh Turner. 

“My mother died when I was young. I nursed her through her affliction, as I would my father too. I didn’t want to be a greengrocer, like my family before me. All I had ever done since being a small child was nurse. I knew no other life. So after my father died at the end of the war I headed to London. They were crying out for nurses and that is who I am.”

“The greatest change I’ve seen besides the obvious advances in technology, is the reliance on single use plastic. Nothing was disposable in my day, including syringes and enema tubes. Everything had to be autoclaved and reused. But technology has to be the most significant advancement in the day-to-day practice of nursing care. We didn't have machines to do the work for us. If someone was receiving blood or intravenous fluids, through a drip you understand, we had to calculate the drip-rate in our heads or on paper. Then we had to count the drips in the reservoir every 15 minutes to ensure it wasn’t going too fast or too slow. There weren't any machines beeping to alert us to problems.”

Angela, who had been quiet up until this point,just watching the whole shebang with the same amusement of someone not at the top table observing a bridesmaid with a nosebleed, chose this moment to interject.

“I think a lot of current nurses would be happy to get rid of those infernal bleeps.”

“I’m sure you are right, dearest. When I first qualified, the only machinery I was familiar with was the iron lung used to treat Polio patients..."

Below the lens two hands brush against each other.

“I remember it well.....” He says.

“Too true, dearest. It may now be antiquated and look barbaric but we were glad of it during the Christmas of 1958.”

“Did you have Polio as a child, S...Tim?” 

“I did, Lorraine. As Mum said, I ended up in hospital over Christmas when I was ten-years-old. My parents had to cancel their wedding.”

“Oh no! Deary me.”

The presenter appears to be lost for words. This part was obviously not rehearsed. Guest co-presenter Dr Teddy is of no help as he has the countenance of the youngest child, who is always in bother, becoming aware that his big brother is finally going to get it.

“I suppose that wouldn’t be considered very shocking or unusual these days. But just for the sake of propriety, Timothy’s father, Patrick, was a widower. Timothy sadly lost his mother to cancer a couple of years earlier. Another dreadful disease we have made great strides in treating in the last 75 years.”

“You and Dr Turner worked with the Nonnatus nuns, I'm led to believe. They may not be known to our wider audience, but are still very much remembered with affection and gratitude in Poplar, am I right?”

“I hope so, I would like to believe so. The Order of St Raymond Nonnatus trained as nurses and midwives in Euston, arriving in Poplar in 1899. Once the NHS formed, the nuns worked alongside state trained nurses and pupil midwives, most of whom lived in the convent originally based in Leyland Street. They moved to Wick Street in 1959, where they stayed until the late 70s. The Turner practice was always closely linked to Nonnatus. Patrick, my husband, unusually for the time, had a special interest in women’s health. It wasn’t like today, women were just expected ‘to shut up and put up’ as Sister Evangelina used to say. She was a rather bold nun who was always a little ahead of her time and not afraid of telling it like it is, or was.” 

Shelagh pauses for a moment as if she is recalling something she chooses not to share. Angela, sensing her mother’s brief loss in concentration, picks up the thread.

“There were more home births in those days. Mum and Dad ran what we would now call a mother and baby unit, but they were known as maternity homes. We are actually sitting in what was once a four bedded ward. The rest of the rooms were divided up to house our phlebotomy service and provide extra clinic space. One of the labour rooms we still use for minor surgery. Most health centres provide a particular service these days so there isn’t a doubling up of specialities. Patients will know they may be sent to a different centre than their own GPs surgery for let’s say, diabetic advice, heart monitoring, eye checks and podiatry. At Patrick Turner’s Health Hub we have continued my parents’ work. Focusing primarily on women’s health, neonatal care and respiratory conditions, something my parents as ex-smokers were very keen to learn more about and educate their patients.” 

“Sister Shelagh, you were a smoker? I am shocked to hear this.” Lorraine looks horrified, she appears so wholesome.

“Oh, everyone smoked during the war years and into the 60s. It was even thought to be good for you at one time, or so the tobacco companies wanted us to believe.”

Dr Teddy suddenly realises he hasn’t spoken in over ten minutes and is getting paid for this.

“You didn’t smoke when you were a nun though, did you Mum? I blame Dad, he was a bad influence. Tim told me he remembers him smoking in clinic." Before his mother's glare alone ruins his blossoming media career, Lorraine interupts.

“A nun!? You were one of the sisters, Shelagh?”

“Yes, I was, when I first arrived at Nonnatus in 1948, but not when I left in 1958. Obviously.”

“Obviously.” Lorraine is looking at all Shelagh's children seated around her. “Your children are giving all your secrets away today, Shelagh. I think Dr Teddy might end up on the naughty step when he gets home.”

“It was a long time ago and I learned everything I know working with the Order, especially from my dearest friend, Sister Julienne. But the last sixty years have been the happiest and most fulfilling of my life. And the majority of  them have been spent working within and for the NHS. And that’s why I’m here with you today.”

“Nice deflection back to our main topic today, Shelagh. Are you after my job? The producer in my ear has just asked me to not let you leave before I book you in for another show... on your own without your lovely family. Oh! I see.. before the Daily Mail gets to you first for your story, he‘s added. Don’t think that will be happening anytime soon, looking at the expression on Shelagh’s face.”

“We are off for another break now, viewers.”

Viewers wanting to take out an over 55s life insurance policy securing themselves a free pen are now on the phone to the TV regulator Ofcom in protest to advertisements for Brylcreem, old Spice and the Dandy and Beano.

“Welcome back. So, we are going to end today’s NHS75 special with a lovely gift for the Turner family. It’s the least we can do after all this family has done for us over the last 75 years. This is a complete surprise for the Turners. Not all of the Turner children are here today. Tim, Anglela and Teddy’s sister, May, is also in the family firm. She chose to follow in her mother’s footsteps. No! She is not a nun. But the Chief Nursing Officer in a hospital based in Hong Kong. When did you last see May, Shelagh?”

“Oh, it was before Covid, she was due to come home Christmas 2020 and couldn’t and she's been so busy she hasn’t been able to reschedule. She’s so dedicated.”

“Wonder where she gets that from?” Tim and Ted say in unison.

“I don’t like flying now at my age. Angela went out there last year, didn’t you, dear? They’ve always been very close.”

“Look up at the big screen on the wall, Shelagh.You won’t see a video about vaccination or what to do if you are having a stroke. But, who is this?”

The numbers for the surgery disappear from the screen and are replaced by the bright smile of a Chinese woman wearing a white silk blouse, giggling and shouting “now” repeatedly.

“Hello Mum, Hello Fam! How are you all? And how is dear old Poplar?”

The East London room is full of forcefully expired air and cries of “May”.

“I'm going to leave you all to chat privately, in a moment. But can I just ask, May? You grew up in Poplar, do you have good memories?”

“Oh, yes. I came from Hong Kong in 1963 and couldn’t speak a word of English. Patrick and Shelagh fostered me and eventually my birth mum gave permission for them to adopt me. Mother Mildred brought me and some other children, who were orphaned or estranged from their parents, to start new lives. But I remember Poplar with so much love; the sisters, Fred, Vi and Reggie who ran the corner shop. Darling Aunt Trixie and Jonty, my friend Colette and her mother, Nancy. Then there was Pastor Robinson. Too many to name.. Nurse Crane and Miss Higgins mustn't forget them. And lots of girls called Alison. I actually thought all English girls were called Alison for a while. I even thought about changing my name to Alison. Everyone was so welcoming and helped me feel right at home. It was just a shame about Teddy really.”

“Oh! That Turner sense of humour. I see it is intact over the miles. Angela is nodding her head in agreement with your remarks about your younger brother. I need to maybe have a few minutes chat with her in the Green Room after the show. You returned to Hong Kong, May, as a nurse. Can you tell us a wee bit about that?”

“Of course. As much as London will always be my home. I wanted to give something back to my place of birth. The reason Mother Mildred brought me to England was because there wasn’t provision for someone in my situation over here in the 1960s. I wanted to return and see what changes had been made and if I could contribute in any way. It also gave me a chance to meet my Chinese mother again and thank her for giving me the opportunities I had because of her sacrifices.”

“Did you get to spend much time with her, May?”

“Yes, I did. She passed away a few years ago. I got a chance to say goodbye and to be with her at the end of her life as she was at the beginning of mine.”

“That’s lovely May. I’m going to let you catch up with your family now. I’m sure your mum has a lot of questions for you to answer. Probably starting with when are you coming home? Thank you, May Turner.”

“And thank you to all my guests on this NHS 75th anniversary special. Thanks to all the Turners: Shelagh, Tim, Angela, May and our own Dr Teddy. I will be back tomorrow with more inane guests to chat with. Won’t be anywhere near as much fun as this, I promise you.”

The camera focuses on Dr Teddy Turner who is rubbing his right forefinger against his thumb.

"We will leave you with the words of the Health Secretary in 1948, Mr Nye Bevan."

"No society can call itself civilised if a sick person is denied medical aid because of lack of means."

As the credits roll the camera moves to on an outside wall. It focuses a well polished brass plaque on which three lines are written.

KENILWORTH ROW MATERNITY HOME AND SURGERY DR. P. TURNER

"Here, here!" Is followed by cheers and clapping.

“Well that was the best episode of Lorraine I've ever skived off to, with a cuppa, in all my working days.”

“Flora, we are not skiving, we are socialising with the residents and attending to their recreational and creative needs.”

“You do have a way with words, our Ames. You applied to tech to do those exams you need, yet? You know the ones to get into Uni to do your nursing.”

“No, I haven’t. Stop nagging me. I’m not good with exams, Flo, you know that.”

“You’re very good with people though, Amy. More than good. And the kindest person I’ve ever met.”

“Counts for nothing Flora, you have to be one of those clever buggers to be a nurse these days. I’m happy here with my Grans until Aldi or some other supermarket makes me a better offer I can’t refuse.”

“Well. I’m going to keep nagging. But in the meantime, I Wouldn’t say no to Dr Teddy checking out my auld ticker with his stethoscope, one day.”

“Oh Flora, you are crude. His niece is my doctor. She’s brilliant, she really helped me out with that little problem I had.”

“Well, I could have helped you out with that, Amy. Change your washing powder or tell that man of yours to dip it in Domestos bleach before he comes near you next time.”

“Flora, you're shocking......are you alright, love?”

Amy notices tears streaming down their companion’s face, but her eyes remain bright and clear.

The young carer dabs those tears, “Magic hankie cures all. As my gran used to say.”

“Poor old love, probably brought back memories. Talking about them Nonnatuns,” Flora added. “You alright Sister? I know where there is a nice piece of Victoria Sponge with your name on it. Amy here will put the kettle on.”

“How old do you think she is?”

“Dunno. No one seems to know. No one knows how long she’s been here. Dangerous Dave says she made a deal with God to look after the people of Poplar for all eternity.

“You know Dangerous Dave talks bollocks, right?”

“I’m just saying what I heard. So about Dr Teddy, do you think he's on Tinder?”

“He’s sixty-years-old, Flora. Get a grip.”

As they leave to put the kettle on and cut the cake. The sound coming from the televison set suddenly increases.

#call the midwife #nhs75 #ctm fanfic #turners at 75

[dino-fart]

Heyi don't know if you still open request but can you make angst Stephen strange x reader?

Reader is his sorcerer and his girlfriend , she always feel stephen not really lover her but she ignore her inner thoughts. Until in Multiverse of madness, in Christine wedding reader heard Stephen talk to Christine, again she ignore that. Then when they landed in sinister strange universe. Stephen literally ignoring reader and more focus to cristine, he even aked cristine to take care of him when he about dreamwalking. Reader realise stepehn never will love her. After they back to they own universe reader talk to stephen about they relationship and the fact stephen abandoned her. Stepehn feel he very stupid and sorry but well -

it's up to you about the ending you want make angst or happy

@saltykidcreation

Oof, ouch man

Here's your angst WITH A TWIST!

"I love you in every universe," Stephen said to Christine.

You felt your heart break in two. You stood there in the background like you always were. You watched Christine help him because he asked her to. You walked over to the broken Sanctum window and sat down. You lost yourself in the black hole that spun in the sky.

It resembled the black hole in your heart growing. The loss of Stephen and the acceptance of there was no love for you back home. You closed your eyes and let the surroundings overwhelm you.

"Let's get back to our universe!" You heard Stephen say. Christine stopped Stephen in his tracks and pointed to you sitting there. Stephen turned around and walked over to you slowly. "Hey...Are you okay?" He said softly and put his hand on your shoulder.

Are you okay? Are you OKAY? How dare he?! You opened your eyes and just nodded. "Come on, let's go home." Stephen stood up and gently helped you stand up. A star-shaped portal opened up in the middle of the room. You watched Christine jump through the portal and Stephen followed right behind her. Like he always did.

You stood there, still in the haunted Sanctum. "Honey? Come on!" Stephen looked at you and offered his hand. Tears fell down your cheeks and you stared at Stephen's confused expression. It would be the last time you'd see his stupid face again. "What are you doing?! Come on, the portal is closing!" Stephen walked closer to the portal.

You stepped back from the portal and looked at the young girl struggling to hold it open. "Close it..." You said to her and more tears fell down your cheeks.

America let go because she couldn't hold it anymore. You heard Stephen call your name as it shut. "Get me back there, America! Please!" Stephen looked at the teenager.

"I-I'll try!" She nodded frantically.

She opened the portal again but it led to Christine's universe. Stephen helped Christine step through the portal so she could go home. "Stephen...Promise me that when you find her, you remind her how much you love her. Don't lose what's in front of you again." Christine advised and went back home. Stephen was now alone with America.

"I can keep trying..." America said softly.

"Don't...Don't hurt yourself...Let's go back to Kamar-Tajj...Wong can help." Stephen said sadly.

You fell to your knees and cried softly. You buried your face in your hands and wept.

"Now now, little canary, there's no need to cry." You heard a familiar voice say.

You looked up slowly to see Sinister Strange standing in front of you. He smirked down at you, the holes in his torso from the fence slowly closing up.

Part 2!!

Tagging: @strangeswife​, @strangelockd​, @thealleydog​, @wolfie-west​, @k1mikoz, @fizzybubbletea, @pinkthick, @silver-shadow, @strangesthirdeye, @mynamehasbeentakenbysomeperson, @lucimorningst4r, @evelyn-kingsley, @strangesgirl, @saltykidcreation

#stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #saltykidcreation

[anies-vocalsynthhcworld]

Megurine Luka's Past (My Headcanon)

Luka was born and grew up for a large part of her childhood and adolescence in New York, coming from a family of high economic rank, from which she descends from Japanese blood (through her father) and American/British blood (through her mother). Her father; Masahiko Megurine leads a huge company (which the Megurines have owned for years) of tourist cruises that travel through all the countries located in the Atlantic, Indian and Pacific Oceans, while her mother; Alice Shellwhite is a very famous fashion designer in the country. The three lived in the Big city, habiting a gigantic penthouse on top of one of the many skyscrapers it owns and not only them, they also had their own staff like any wealthy family. So yes, it turns Luka into a city girl surrounded by luxuries, with a very good education, gifts and the attention of her parents, but it doesn't mean that by living like this she is a bad person as one would expect from this type of family, actually she has always been a sweet and friendly girl who overflowed with love for everyone without exception.

How did get Tako-Luka? Excellent question; There was a time when Masahiko went on one of his many business trips, in which he was accompanied by his team to buy new islands as tourist breaks from his cruise ships before arriving at clandestine. On one of them he found the island which considered a perfect site, except for the fact that it had toxic waste strewn on the tropical terrain, which Masahiko's employees were ordered to clean up all of it. When they finished and he was about to make it official, he ended up finding a kind of octopus that lived on said island with the unrealistic aspect of resembling a tender human face and the tentacles posing as a person's hair, hitting the idea that they looked like that because of the toxicity that affected not only the island, but also the fauna of the place. Masahiko sympathized with those poor animals that instead of proclaiming it as a tourist island, he turned it into a natural refuge so that the octopuses do not receive mistreatment from people who see them, in order to keep them safe.

When he returned home with his family, he did not realize that one of the octopuses followed him after sneaking onto the cruise ship on which he sailed for his business trip along with those who were accompanying Masahiko. Knowing this story, Luka (at seven years old) became fond of the octopus enough to keep it as her own pet. It was to be expected that both parents initially had doubts if she was capable of taking care of it, but in the end they accepted it with certain conditions and Luka, very happy, became inseparable from that octopus, calling it "Tako-Luka". The rest of her life after that was completely normal, she didn't seem to have any problems at school (aside from the fact that her parents hired tutors to help Luka with studies) and she began to brag about her good life by belonging to a family rich, but she continued to emphasize being good and kind to everyone around her, even if her parents were slightly unconvinced of that little path their daughter was taking. However, her happiness would be degraded upon learning that her mother was consumed by a serious illness just the night after her high school graduation...

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Once she was admitted to the hospital, they took better care of her than anyone else and the doctors did the impossible for her to be saved, but it was all in vain since in the time she spent days while they were looking for a cure, Alice died...which clearly dealt a hard blow to Luka and Masahiko, for the three of them spending so much time together and losing her affected them like that. One night, the pinkette girl (16 years old) still saddened by her loss, had a dream so real that it seemed unreal, she was reunited with her mother, telling Luka Her last words: « My baby...you don't have to cry for me...I know that this feeling is difficult and horrible for one and I would never wish it on you...but...I want you to keep smiling and being yourself...you are my most charming and sweet daughter and I don't want you to ruin yourself for this...always remember me for that great love and moments we spent together without pitying because I passed away...I love you Luka... » And with this Luka left her more than satisfied and happy to see her through that dream of lovingly taking her words and never forgetting them.

Days after that event, Luka gradually recovered and was still the same as before, but even so, she continued to miss her mother very much every time she remembered various things in her home because she did not see herself without her there. This gave Masahiko the advantage of cheering her up knowing how his daughter felt, he gave her the news that they were moving to Megurine's hometown; Japan, since as the family's main company is located in Tokyo city, he was given the hereditary position and personally, take his daughter to live in a completely new environment so as not to leave Luka stuck in the nostalgia. This made her doubt a little considering that she missed her stay in New York and since she has visited Japan so few times it would be difficult for her to get used to it, but she accepted with the idea that her father would be right on the last point and ensuring the future experiences that they waited for her once they live there, plus it's not like they'll never come back to New York considering they can fly to visit their old home on that city.

A couple of years after the move from New York to Tokyo, Masahiko had a surprise in store for Luka for her eighteenth birthday. When that day came and after having celebrated ad nauseam, she had as her last gift that her father enrolled her in Vocaloid for the musical talent that her daughter had developed in recent years (grateful for the lessons she received in her music classes given since she was five years old), the news made Luka overly excited when she learned that she will become a singer for a recently popular company. As soon as she moved, three months after her birthday for the audition time, her life went from good to better, she ended up making friends with the other Vocaloids who joined before her, as well as making new friends with the new ones who joined they were part of Vocaloid. Luka assumed that her mother would be proud for how her new life began and she promised herself that she would keep hers as she already is and everyone knows her, continuing like this from now on without more negative cases affecting our octo-pink lady.

#vocaloid #vocaloid headcanon #headcanon #vocaloid headcanons #headcanons #my weird world of headcanons #luka megurine #megurine luka #tako luka #vocaloid fanparents #fanparents #vocaparents #vocaloid oc #no canon #ocs #tw death #alice shellwhite #alice megurine #masahiko megurine