#i'd cheer if he lost his keys

[monkeyfishgirl]

people being sad novak djokovic lost anything after his covid-based clownery frankly shows an alarming lack of commitment to holding grudges

#what we're all supposed to forgive and forget and move on now #not on my hellsite #i'd cheer if he lost his keys #it's not the end of an era it's the beginning of a new one #novak đoković #wimbledon #wimbledon 2023 #wimby23 #novak djokovic #carlos alcaraz #djokovic #tennis

[withahappyrefrain]

Somebody to Love

Summary: Attending a cookout hosted by Penny seemed like the perfect way to kickstart summer. Meeting and falling in love there wasn't on yours or Bradley's bingo list.

Warnings: Language, Bradley being a loverboy, female reader

For @roosterforme's Rocktober event! I'm so sorry it took so long and hope you enjoy it!

The first time you saw Bradley was at the Hard Deck.  

He completely missed you, as much as it pains him to admit. 

In his defense, his eyes were on the ivory keys of the piano, only looking up briefly to revel in the cheers from guests of the Hard Deck as he played. 

You, in his defense, were just trying to get in and out. Considering it was barely seven, you thought you were coming in before things got rowdy.

You were mistaken. 

The show he was putting on was nice to watch while you waited for Penny to be free. But that's all it was, a show. And after a while, you couldn't help but scoff. Was being in the Navy not enough attention? 

The smile on Penny's face when her eyes met yours was worth the wait. You pulled out the coveted book from your bag, raising it in the air as if it were the golden ticket. 

"Amelia is going to be so excited," Penny beamed as she took the book from you, "She's been talking about it for weeks!"

The mention of your former student brought a smile to your face. 

Amelia was a student during your first year of teaching. You felt a kinship to the young girl, whose parents were going through a divorce at the time. You also saw that her love of reading was untapped, blocked by years of past teachers failing to help her learn how to read. 

So you worked with her the whole year, and the summer after that, helping the girl catch up. One summer, Penny offered a bartender job when she heard you were looking for extra money. Over time, the Benjamin women had become more like family than your own. 

It's why you stayed in touch. Why you took on extra shifts occasionally during the school year, when Penny truly needed help at the last minute. Why you made the trip out to the Hard Deck simply to give a book. 

"Stay for a drink? It's on the house," Penny held up an empty glass, hoping the way it gleamed in the light could entice you into staying. 

But you looked around, taking in how many people were there, how loud it was. How the man wearing aviators and a Hawaiian shirt was feeding the crowd with the piano rendition of a song that sounded familiar. 

And simply shook your head. 

"Should get going, it is a school night." The truth was, you'd rather be at home, in your bed reading than staying out late with a bunch of pilots. 

Before you could say goodbye, Penny placed a hand on yours.

"Before you go Birdie, I wanted to let you know that we're celebrating Amelia's middle school graduation two weeks from Saturday. We'd love to have you there." 

You smiled, sincerely flattered that they would want you present for such an event, "I'd love to. Will your man of the hour be there?" 

A giggle escaped from you when you saw Penny's cheeks begin to turn pink. 

Bradley swears if he had looked over at that moment, he wouldn't have let you leave the Hard Deck that night. 

—------------------------

Bradley Bradshaw was not anti-romance, despite what his friends claimed, despite the numerous times he's turned down someone wanting to set him up. 

The idea of romance did appeal to him. The idea of spending the rest of his life with one person, who loved him and wanted to grow a family with him, was very appealing in theory. 

He wasn't against it at all. Just cautious. 

Cautious as he witnessed first hand how dangerous his job was, how it tore families apart. Hesitant because he grew up with the aftermath- the support groups, the sympathetic looks, the empty dining chair that served as a loud, always present reminder of what he and his mother had lost. 

He had been on dates, had been in relationships. They never went anywhere and Bradley was fine with that. The possibility that he may not come back from his deployments lingered in his mind, as did the image of someone receiving a flag and maybe his dog tags. 

Why put someone through that? 

“It's hard, but I wouldn't change a thing about it. You'll understand when it happens to you.” 

His mother’s words rang in his ears. He knew she meant well. Bradley knew those words were true for her. 

But he couldn't see them being true for himself. 

So he came to Amelia’s graduation party with a vegetable tray and no date, despite Penny’s insistence that he could bring someone. 

It's why Bradley walked straight past the kitchen, ignoring the unfamiliar voices. It's why he kept to the people he knew, rather than mingle with strangers. 

And that was fine, enjoyable even. Things were going the way they always went, the way Bradley wanted it. 

Consistent. 

Bradley Bradshaw lived for consistency. Each morning, he'd get up and go to work. Work hard until his bones ache. Spend time with friends and the makeshift family he had found. Go to bed alone. Rinse and repeat. 

Consistent. 

Everything was just fine, until Bradley felt a hand grip his shoulder. When he turned around, he found Jake and his fiancé, Danica (or Venus, as everyone called her), looking at him. 

“Your future wife is in the kitchen. Get in there.” 

—-------------------------------

Bob saw her first. 

It was hard to miss the sound of classic rock blaring from her red Subaru. 

The sounds of eighties rock was a nice change from the Jerry Lewis and Sinatra music Bradley insisted on playing. 

Even nicer was her voice. Sweet, smooth, light. 

She was clearly in her own world, unaware she had an audience. 

Nor would she. Bob knew better than anyone the pains of people walking in on him. So he quietly got out of his car, leaving her to finish the song by herself. 

Reuben was the first one to speak to her. 

Or rather, his daughter was. 

Ava, always determined to explore, ran into the kitchen as soon as he set her on the ground. 

It was easy to find her. Despite being only two, Ava had quite the voice on her. 

Given her shouts about cookies, Reuben wasn’t surprised when he found his daughter in the kitchen, pointing excitedly to a plate of sugar cookies. 

He was a little surprised to see that the person kneeling down to talk to her wasn’t Penny, but rather a woman he had never seen before. 

“Is it okay if I give her a cookie?” She asked, motioning to the sugar cookie she was holding in her hand. 

“As long as you're able to cut her off after two,” Reuben chuckled, “I'm warning you now, she can be hard to convince.” 

You smiled, the corners of your eyes crinkling, the bridge of your nose scrunching up as you looked at Ava, “It'll be tough, but I think I can manage.” 

Javy was the first one to try to include her in the picnic festivities. 

“Hey, don't tell them this is what we’re calling them, but we’re playing beer pong against the old timers in the basement. You in?” He asked. 

“Oh I'm good, but don't worry, your secret is safe with me,” She said with a gentle smile and a wink. 

It was the fact that she sounded assured, content to stay in the kitchen and continue making small talk with some of the wives, away from the hubbub of the picnic, that made him not push. 

Natasha was the first one to have an actual conversation with her. 

In a sea full of testosterone, it was  hard not to notice another woman. Especially one who looked around her age. 

“So how do you know Penny?” You looked rather surprised by Nat’s question, surprised that another person had noticed you in the kitchen and decided to converse.

“Oh, I'm, well, I was Amelia’s third grade teacher. I tutored her for a couple of summers and have helped Penny bartend when she needs extra help,” you explained. 

Natasha recalls Penny mentioning you a few times, now able to put a face to the name. 

“So you're the teacher! Penny said we might see you at the Hard Deck this summer,” Nat grinned, hoping it would help her feel more at ease. 

“I am! I'm still figuring out how exactly I want to spend my summer. First time I won't be doing summer school or tutoring,” you explained, continuing to wash the dishes that had begun to pile up on the counter. 

“Any travel plans? Or family you plan to visit?” Nat asked. 

You shook your head, eyes appearing dismal for a brief moment, “I don't have much family to visit. But I have been meaning to explore the area more, so I might do that.” 

Natasha knew not to press. You didn't owe her any further explanation. 

But out of all people, Jake Seresin was the one to make the connection. 

“I’m sorry, but what did Penny just call you?” He asked, jamming a finger up his ear to clean it out, convinced he heard it wrong. 

“Oh, Birdie!” you explained, flustered, “It’s um….it’s always been a nickname that friends and family have called me, ever since I was a kid. When I told Penny, she started calling me that too.”

Jake recalls the other details he's learned; a love of classic rock, vintage clothes and children, how your face lit up when someone spoke to you, as though you had  been waiting an awfully long time to be noticed, to be acknowledged. 

Your nickname. 

It hits Jake like a fucking freight train. 

“Excuse me, I have to go uh, um, find my wife,” he said abruptly, practically running out of the kitchen. 

Jake quickly found his Venus, tapping her on the shoulder as he ignored the death glare Phoenix was giving him for interrupting. 

“What is-” 

“Birdie. Her nickname is Birdie.” 

Danica’s amber-glazed eyes widened as she shot Natasha a knowing look. 

“Where is she?” 

Which is how Bradley Bradshaw found himself being dragged away from the grill and into Penny's house. 

After all, Bradley didn't have too much common sense. He would insist he was alright, despite losing his beat as he watched his close friends fall in love and get married. 

So they were just helping, helping him find somebody to love. 

“Y'all are being ridiculous, just because she likes the same music-” 

“It's more than that. You just need to see for yourself,” Jake explained, pushing him towards the kitchen. Inside, a sweet voice was talking.

“Peekaboo! I see you!” He could hear a big smile through your voice, “Now it's Ava’s turn!” 

Bradley turned the corner to find you sitting cross legged on the kitchen floor, enabling you to be somewhat closer to eye level with Ava. You and the little toddler were both full of giggles as you continued your game. 

Ava’s small hands flew up to her face, covering her eyes. It was an adorable sight, how she was trying to say the words. A bright smile adorned your face, eyes shining as you played with her. 

“Where did Ava go?” You asked, pretending to look, “There she is!”

A warmth flooded Bradley’s heart as he watched this mysterious woman interact with Ava. It felt familiar,childhood memories of his mom flooding back. But this time, instead of feeling sorrow, a pleasantness surrounded him. 

Strange. 

Ava babbled, causing you to giggle once more. 

“My name is Birdie. Can you say Birdie?”

Oh. 

So that was why everyone thought this was his future wife. 

It was a cute coincidence, nothing more. Yes, it was beyond endearing to watch you interact with Ava, you were obviously great with kids. 

“Roo!” Ava’s coos of her special nickname for Bradley broke him out of his thoughts. 

“What's a Roo?” You asked, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. The puzzled look on your face was adorable. 

“That would be me. Hey Ava girl,” Bradley kneeled down, his arms open wide, allowing Ava to run over and hug him. 

You instantly recognized him thanks to the memorable mustache. But his smile and eyes were much softer now. His whole demeanor is less cocky and more approachable in Penny’s kitchen. 

Bradley scooped the young toddler into his arms, grinning as Ava giggled. 

“You being good? Trying to persuade people to give you more cookies by being adorable?” Bradley asked the toddler. 

“I'm holding out strong. Don't want her dad to hate me for giving her a sugar rush,” You explained, a soft smile on your face as you watched him interact with Ava. 

“See, the key is to make sure the sugar rush happens when he takes her home,” Bradley grinned, “That way he can't do anything about it.” 

“I'm sure he can ask around regarding who gave her all that sugar though,” you retorted, facing the sink again to continue the dishes. 

“See, that's where you have the advantage; you're not in the group chat,” Bradley balanced Ava on a hip, walking over to the sink to join you. 

You were fun to talk to; able to hold your own with a soft, yet slightly mischievous smile adorning your face. 

“I'm Bradley,” he explained, the spirit of his mother probably screaming that it took him this long to introduce himself. 

“I take that's your actual name, considering that's way too normal to be your callsign,” normally you wouldn't tease a complete stranger like this. But he was easy to talk to and it helped that he was holding an adorable baby like a complete natural. 

“It is. My callsign is Rooster.” The information caused your hands to still. 

“Rooster?” It was too wild to be a coincidence. 

“Yeah, when I was part of my first squadron, I was always the first one to be up. But I also had a tendency to be well, louder than what they would have preferred, which is how I got my callsign Rooster.” Bradley smiled as he recalled the loud complaints of his squadron, which always seemed to die down once they learned he was making breakfast. 

“I, love that. Sorry, I, it's funny your callsign is that. Because it's like a nickname right? My nickname is Birdie,” your speech quickened as you realized you were rambling, “I know that nicknames aren't the same as callsigns. Well, in a way they are, they're both given to you for a reason, right? It's just funny how our nicknames are both-” 

“Excuse me?” You looked up to see your savior came in the form of a bespectacled man who was standing by the door. 

“I was threat-I mean, told by Danica and Phoenix that I needed to get Ava,” The man said, walking over to Bradley. 

“Bo!” Ava exclaimed, reaching for the man. 

“Sure thing Bob,” Bradley said, hanging over the toddler to his friend, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes at his friends’ schemes. 

“C'mon Ava, let's leave the two soon to be lovebirds alone,” Bob whispered, out of the room before Bradley could say anything.

“Did he just… “

Bradley sighed, “Gotta watch out for that one. He's quiet but can be cheeky when he wants to be.” 

“As opposed to the others, who are just outright cheeky?” You asked. 

Bradley chuckled, “You're catching on. Here, I can dry while you wash?” 

He could be spending time with his squadron. Could be spending time joking with Mav’s old squad, making jokes and talking about the past that he was too young to remember. Could be anywhere but here in the kitchen, helping you do dishes. 

And yet, he didn't mind it at all. Bradley was finding himself enjoying his conversation with you, despite knowing it would earn him several eye rolls and shoulder shoves from Danica and Jake. 

You were surprised he was still here, that he hadn't found an excuse to leave. 

It was a nice change. 

“So you're the teacher Penny talks about?” 

You laughed, “Is that who I'm known as? You're like the third person to ask me that.” 

“Just shows how big of an impact you had.” Your cheeks warmed at the praise. 

“You know, you just try your best. Make sure to listen. Helps that I'm also a child of divorce, you know? Had a lot of pointers,”  you shrugged, but it was clear you were downplaying your efforts. 

“Have you always wanted to be a teacher?” Bradley asked, wanting to keep the conversation going, despite the dishes being done. 

You took your hands out of your pockets, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. Your shoulders shrug as a small smile spreads across your lips. 

“Yeah. I love helping folks, especially kids. I was a camp counselor all throughout high school and I just….felt at home when I was helping other people,” you explained. 

You leaned forward, the scent of jasmine flooding Bradley’s nostrils. 

“It makes sense that I became a teacher. But if you asked me as a kid what I wanted to do as a grown up, I wouldn't have said teaching.” 

Bradley leaned forward. With the sunlight hitting him, you could now see the lighter shades of brown that adorned his curls. 

“A mom. I’ve always wanted to be a mom.” 

“You'll understand when it happens to you.” 

Oh. Okay. 

That's when Bradley Bradley finally gets it. Because he's imagining life with you; moving in together, getting married, having kids. The risk is still there. But he'd rather live with that risk and you than not at all. 

“I know that's silly, but it's true. I mean, it's not even an occupation-” 

“I said I wanted to be a dad when I grew up.” 

Your eyes light up at his admission, feeling at ease and less like a rambling burden. 

“You must have had a really great Dad then.” There was a flash of sorrow in his eyes at the mention of his father. 

“From what I remember. I was only four when he died, but….from what I remember, he was great,” his voice was softer now, his eyes showing he was in another place. 

You inched closer to him, “I'm really sorry, I'm sure that was hard for you and your mom.” 

“It wasn't easy. But she always said she wouldn't change anything. Never really understood that until recently.” His shoulder is touching yours, his long fingers inches away from your thighs. You were hyper aware of the closeness, unsure if moving away would be proper or offensive. 

“Something helped you have that revelation?” 

“Moreso someone.” 

It's impossible to not notice the way his stare lingers on you, how his smile is warm and those whisky eyes are shining bright as he sends a wink your way. It makes your heart flutter; no one has ever looked at you that way before. 

Nerves begin to overtake your brain, causing you to look away from his intense gaze. 

“Should we um, get back to the picnic?” You all but mumbled. There's no desire to leave him, but you don't want to get your hopes up. 

“Can I at least get your number before we do that?” Bradley asks, eagerly getting out his phone. 

Bradley Bradshaw hates accidents, except for the one that led him to this kitchen, to you. 

His forwardness is uncharted territory. There's no wondering or second guessing; Bradley wants to stay in touch, wants to keep talking to you. 

It's nice. It's unfamiliar. It's exciting. It's sending your doubts and anxiety into a tailspin. 

Your fingers fumble for your phone, opening up a new contact for him to fill out. His fingers brush against yours when he hands you his phone, little sparks flying up your spine. 

Bradley simply smiles when your eyes look at the screen of his phone. Your brows knit together in confusion, the bridge of your nose scrunching up as you read over the words again and again, eyes surely playing tricks on you. 

“Um, I think you made a mistake Bradley?” you hold up his phone, “The name for this  contact is Mrs. Bradshaw?” It also has a heart emoji next to it, but that wasn't worth mentioning. 

“Oh, it's no mistake,” Bradley grins. 

The only sound you can let out is a confused huh. 

“You just gotta put your number right there, and then you're all set.” Bradley points to it, an assured smile remaining on his face. 

“Are you….are you going to change the name?” You asked, dumbfounded. 

Bradley shrugs, “Nah. I'll know it's you. But I can put the word ‘future’ in parentheses if you want it to be more accurate.” 

Your fingers have a mind of their own, typing in those desired ten numbers. Bradley takes his phone from your hands but not before placing a gentle kiss on your burning cheek. 

His lips feel soft, the hairs of his mustache gently tickling your skin. When you turn your head, your lips are now inches away from yours. 

You try to ground yourself, try to look away from his lips, try to ignore the warm, fuzzy feeling that's overtaking your body. 

“Sorry Birdie, but I'm old fashioned. First kiss shouldn't be until the first date,” He winks. 

What floors you more, his confidence or his bold desire for you? 

Raising an eyebrow, you ask, “And when will that be?” 

Bradley chuckles, “Whenever you want Birdie.” 

He can't be serious. But what would he gain from leading you on, other than Penny’s wrath? 

You straighten your shoulders, trying to hold your own against his large frame.

“Tomorrow at six,” You muster up all the confidence you can, preparing yourself for him to drop the act. 

“Done. Do you prefer Italian or French?” 

“Neither as I'm lactose intolerant.” This was it. Was he going to stop the act, once he knew it would require more effort. 

“How do you feel about Thai? I know a great spot. Never been but it's been praised by Jake and Danica and let me tell you, that woman does not give out praise easily.” 

You giggled, “I could tell. By the way, is there a reason he calls her Venus?” 

“Short version; he's obsessed with her. Been that way since they met in the parking lot of a coffee shop. You should ask them how they met; they give different answers and it's hilarious,” Bradley explains, a gleam in his eyes as he thinks about one of his favorite couples. 

“I'd like that. But if you go with me,” you asked, “Kinda random to just walk up to a couple you don't know and ask how they met.” 

Again, you expect Bradley to falter. He's clearly more outgoing than you, so why would he want someone whose first instinct wasn't to strike up a conversation with strangers? 

“I will, but only if you confirm we’re on for Thai tomorrow at six.” 

Surely, he couldn't be serious. But that sweet smile and shining brown eyes said otherwise. 

“You really gonna take me out?” you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Of course! I mean, I'm more than happy to take you out tonight, but you said tomorrow, so I'm sticking to it. Plus, it gives me time to get you flowers. Speaking of which, what are your favorite? You seem like a sunflower gal,” his eyes reminded you of an eager puppy, absolutely endearingly adorable. 

“What makes you think that?” He was absolutely right, but you wouldn't let him know that yet. 

Bradley shrugged, “When you smile, it reminds me of sunshine. Also, if it want to get technical, birds also like sunflower seeds.” 

You couldn't help but throw your head back and laugh. Your laugh was sweet, bursting with joy. It calmed down Bradley’s racing heartbeat. 

 “And what should I get you, Rooster? Corn meal?”

His corniness almost made you forget that he literally compared you to the sun. 

Almost. 

His laugh was deep, bellowing deep from his stomach, making you feel warm all over. 

“You kill me Mrs. Bradshaw, now let's go get you that story,” He gently takes your hand into his, entwining his fingers with yours. 

The nickname makes you less confused and more certain Bradley would be sticking around.

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"My Sunshine" ☀ p. hunter

hunter cheers you out of your sad mood

classmate!friend!hunter x fem!reader 0.7k words requested! angsty story but happy ending and important message!

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Hunter knew something was off when you came to greet him after school. Sure, there was a big smile plastered onto your face, but something about it didn’t feel genuine. Maybe, it was the way you lazily waved your hand, or the way your eyes lost it’s color, sprayed with a dead gray that made everything seem gloomy. But you were never gloomy. You were like those female leads on an animated Disney movie, so bright and cheerful that you could befriend a squirrel if you truly wanted to. You were never down in the dumps, instead you helped other people get out of their sad time, hunter included. Maybe that’s why he felt like he could tell you anything without any judgment, your personality a custom key to his heart. Maybe that's why Hunter felt anxious to know why you didn’t seem like yourself.

Sitting yourself on the bench beside the worried boy, you try to ignore the way he looks at you, almost like a concerned mother when their baby is hurt in any type of way, shape or form. Awkward silence roams the air as you didn’t say you’re usual, cheery ‘Hi!’, instead your head down as you play with your fingers to ease the tension. “Is everything alright?” Hunter was first to start the conversation, turning his eyes from your body so you wouldn’t feel pressured by his gaze.

“Yeah.. yeah, just tired.” You lied in between your teeth. Something was obviously wrong, but you felt stupid for speaking out about it, embarrassed you could even feel this way. 

“Are you sure..?” His voice suggested something more, like he was trying to get you out of your newfound shell, but it doesn’t work, to his dismay. So he gives a small nod while leaning his head against the iron of the bench. How could he get you to talk? He ponders to himself, closing his eyes for a few moments when the idea finally pops into his brain. “I could.. Y’know.. Buy that drink that you always wanted, if you tell me the truth.”

Your gaze immediately snaps to the boy that just shrugs, a small chuckle leaving your lips at how playful the boy had seemed. “But I feel stupid.”

“Say it, what’s the worst that can happen? There’s barely anyone here, anyways.” he encourages, nudging your shoulder while trying to get that precious smile of yours back on your lips.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Say it.”

“Am I annoying?” a sad chuckle leaves your lips, feeling the sting of your eyes as they water, but you try to blink it away in return. “It’s just that, I’m always happy, even when I shouldn’t be. Your grandma could have died yet I'd still be Miss. Grinny Pants that can’t take anything seriously.” Your hands drop down in defeat, a small snuffle leaving your nose as you wipe it against your sleeve. “Maybe I shouldn’t be so happy..” Your words were more so for yourself to hear, your own thoughts about the situation, but a gasp leaves your lips when Hunter suddenly grabs your wrists, a shouted ‘NO!’ leaving his lips without a thought.

“No..” he says again, calmly this time, relaxing his hold on your wrists. “No. There’s nothing wrong with finding the bright side to a dark situation.”

“But your grandma could have died–”

“Let me finish!!” Hunter cuts you off, waving his giant hand in your face as you frown. “You helped me, us, smile more. You help us find the joy in something that ultimately wants to make us cry. Sure, you shouldn’t be grinning when someone’s grandma dies..” he stops when he hears your giggle. “..but there is absolutely nothing wrong with being a little positive, don’t you think? And your feelings are never stupid or dumb. Whatever you’re feeling is okay because you’re human that needs to feel, yeah?” A smile tugs at his lips when he sees you smile, but it wasn’t the same, forced smile from earlier. No, it was real, and it was beautiful. 

Hunter’s chin rests on the top of your head as he pulls you into a hug. “My Sunshine..” his eyes crinkle at your giggle, before patting your back. “Now let’s go get that drink now, shall we?”

︴bonus! reminder that it is okay to feel happy/sad/mad/whatever you're feeling because it's completely valid! You shouldn't have to feel pressured to feel anything because after all it is you that is feeling it, no one else is <3 credit: @marw-lilia for helping me with the plot

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Next door, if you need me

Akai Shuichi x fem!reader Words: 1.8K Warnings: Maybe a bit OOC? I don't know

You looked sceptically over at the professor. "Are you sure about this? You want me to do this?" He laughed and patted you on the shoulder, hoping to calm your nerves. "I really can't go right now, I need to observe my experiment."

"And Ai-chan-"

"-isn't here," Agasa interrupted you, vigorously pushing the pot into your hand. "Please, do this for me. Okiya-san is terribly ill and I'd be a horrible neighbour if I didn't check on him."

You looked down at the pot in your hands in despair. "But I can't do that! I can't talk to strangers! You know that very well." Agasa, however, just shook his head, put his hands on your shoulders and pushed you out of his door.

"It'll do you good, believe me. You'll thank me!" Appalled, you wheeled round to protest, but the professor slammed the door in your face, leaving you standing outside his door with a pot of stew.

With a heavy sigh, you turned round and looked over to the house next to the professor's. The Kudo family used to live there, but you hadn't seen them for some time.

Instead, as Agasa had told you, a temporary resident had apparently moved in, a certain Okiya Subaru.

You didn't know who the man was, nor had you ever seen him, but it seemed to be the professor's plan to introduce you to each other.

You had actually only gone over to Agasa to make sure that the old man hadn't blown himself up yet, but he had promptly involved you in a conversation about the new neighbour, who seemed to be seriously ill, handed you the keys and asked you to look after this Okiya. And obviously your protests had not been successful.

Scowling, you stood in front of the huge entrance and wondered if you could just ring the bell, leave the stew in front of the door and run away, but you had the feeling you were being watched.

You quickly turned your head to the side to look towards Agasa's house, only to catch a curtain being pulled back out of the corner of your eye. You snorted. Coward.

You glanced back at the huge mansion in front of you, trying to swallow the lump in your throat and cheer yourself up at the same time. "What's the worst that could happen," you muttered quietly, taking a deep breath. "You just ring the bell, hand the guy his stew and leave. Simple as that." You exhaled. "You can do this. I can manage that. I can do this. I can do this."

You squinted your eyes as hard as you could and pressed the bell.

You silently prayed that he would simply open the door. Otherwise you would have to use the key Agasa had given you and enter the house and that really wasn't very high on the list of things you would like to do.

Although it wasn't one, it really would have seemed to you like a break-in, so you held still, hoping he wasn't too ill to get up.

After two minutes, when no one had opened the door, you began to rummage for your keys with shaky hands, when all at once the door swung aside and the occupant emerged.

Okiya was taller than you had expected and slim, but not gawky. His hair was an unusually light brown or dark blonde and the glasses on his face had rounded lenses that matched the shape of his mask. "Yes?"

You realised you were staring and felt the heat rising in your face. "Um… I… Are you Okyia-san?" He tilted his head, and although you couldn't see it because of the mask, you were pretty sure he was smiling. "That's me, how can I help?"

Somewhat awkwardly and embarrassed, you lifted the pot in your hand. "Erm, the professor sent me to help you recover faster. He would have come himself, but he has to keep his … er eye on his experiment. That's why I'm here, so … um … here."

You held the pot out to him, but he didn't seem to bother taking it. Instead, he bowed his head slightly and opened the door a little wider. "Thank you. Would you mind bringing the pot inside? I'm not too ill to stand, but I'd hate to see the contents of the pot end up on the floor just because I've lost my strength."

You were sure you were bright red by now. "Sure. Gladly." Your voice was no more than a soft squeak, but you swallowed your doubts and entered the house after Okiya stepped aside to let you in. "I don't think I caught your name," he said as he ushered you down the corridor, a little slower than he probably usually walked, and by now at the latest you must have been red in the face as shame spread through you and you hurried to say your name.

He tilted his head thoughtfully before he seemed to smile again, judging by the laugh lines around his eyes. "A beautiful name."

Under no circumstances did you expect a compliment when you entered the kitchen, causing the pot to slip out of your hands in shock. However, as you had been about to put it down on the table anyway, it wasn't damaged and the contents didn't spill over the edge, but a loud clatter echoed through the room, making you wince.

"Sorry," you mumbled and, slightly ashamed, pushed the pot back onto the cooker, only to realise that the contents had already cooled down. You took a deep breath, silently cursing the professor, before turning with a small smile to Okiya, who was watching you from the doorway.

"The stew seems to have gone cold. If you want to eat it now, I can warm it up quickly." Slowly, he pushed himself away from the doorframe and stepped towards you, only to stop less than half a metre in front of you and look down at you. "I'm sure you have better things to do."

You hunched your shoulders and looked anywhere but at his face, let alone his eyes. "It's really no trouble now, and I thought, while I'm here… Unless you want me to leave?"

You looked up at him questioningly and once again he seemed to smile under the mask. "It would be a pleasure if you would keep me company. However, I don't want you to catch anything."

Feeling the heat rising in your face again, you turned to the cooker and switched it on. "That's really no trouble at all. Besides, the house is pretty big and you must have a lot to do, so I can at least relieve a sick person of this small task."

Okiya hummed softly and left the room, only to return a few moments later with two steaming teacups. "I know you'll only be here for a short time and it's not the best situation to keep you company in my circumstances, but I don't want to be a bad host."

He sat down at the kitchen table and indicated the seat opposite him. "Please, sit down." For the first time since the professor had thrown you out of his house, a real, broad smile crept onto your face and after a quick glance at the stew, you gladly accepted his invitation.

In the end, the visit, which you had thought would last a maximum of five minutes, lasted almost two hours. You had a relaxed and lively conversation with Okiya and were delighted to realise that he was an excellent conversationalist who had something to contribute on almost every topic.

Admittedly, he had been a little taciturn at first, but just like you, he seemed to have warmed up over time. After the tea was finished and both he and you had eaten the stew after he had insisted, surprisingly it had been really edible, you had hesitated to leave.

Actually, you had already overstayed your welcome, but Okiya didn't seem to mind your presence, as his only concern had been to infect you. After you had assured him that you would be fine, he had asked you to play a game of chess and although this was not exactly your strongest area, you had agreed.

He had won hands down, but it seemed to you that he had helped you sweep one of his pieces off the board more than once, with a smile on his face. You didn't care, because you'd still had fun.

However, it was now late and you still had to go to an event at work and, in order not to go there in the dark, a colleague would take you home, you had to leave. Okiya had offered to drive you, but you had declined. He was ill and the only place he belonged was his bed.

"Actually, you shouldn't have stayed out of bed so long because of me," you scolded quietly, but it seemed to amuse him more than anything else. "It was more interesting this way." You snorted, but glanced to the side as you put your shoes on so he wouldn't see your red face. "I have to go now. It was nice to make your acquaintance."

Okiya inclined his head. "Likewise." You smiled tightly and turned away before you could think of something to say. "And Okiya-san?"

He opened the door again, which he had already started to close, to look at you curiously. "If there's a problem or something…" Once again, you didn't look at him, but focussed on a pebble in front of your feet. "I'll be next door if you need me."

Okiya pulled the mask down slightly to smile at you before pushing it back up. "I'll keep that in mind." With that, he closed the door. You looked at the door for a few moments before a smile spread across your lips. You gave the building one last glance before turning away and walking down the street with a light bounce in your step.

~~*~~

Shuichi watched from the window as she walked down the street, clearly with more vigour and joy than when she had walked up to the house, and smiled slightly to himself.

Instantly, he whisked it from his own lips and stepped away from the window pane. Fool, he scolded himself. You can't allow yourself, in your position, to care about people.

On somewhat shaky legs, something else that bothered him, he walked back into the kitchen to tidy up, he had insisted on doing it alone, when his gaze fell on the kitchen table and his frown softened. Their cups were still there, facing each other, the handles almost touching and once again a small, barely noticeable smile crept onto his lips as he stepped up and took her cup in his hand.

It was still warm.

Shuichi's gaze flitted to his own cup and he picked it up as well, holding it against her cup. It looked right to see the two of them next to each other.

Lost in thought, he walked over to the sink and put the cups in, but hesitated before opening the tap and a momentary thought occurred to him. He smiled.

Because maybe, just maybe, he could allow himself to care after all.

#case closed #detective conan #akai shuichi #okiya subaru #detective conan x reader #akai shuichi x reader #shuichi akai x reader #okiya subaru x reader #hiroshi agasa #professor agasa #fanfic #x reader

[dinkydonky]

A cheerful hymn

"Jareth X reader who sings under her breath while working or out loud if she thinks she’s alone, and Jareth hearing her for the first time"

I'm making this one gender neutral just so everyone can read!! Also Y/N is a writer hehe

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I sat alone in my room tapping my pencil on my desk trying to come up with a good concept for my next novella. I write these small books for the goblins, as I'm quite fond of them and they need a break or two every now and then to do things on their own. But now, I've hit a wall in my mind. I just can't seem to create a solid plot anymore. I started to hum a small tune out of boredom just to fill the silence. It slowly turned into a little song after a while. I sang quietly, under my breath so Jareth couldn't hear from his throne room. I was embarrassed of my voice. His was so gorgeous I didn't want him to judge me.

"Y/N?" Jareth said as he walked into my room. I was startled because I was rather lost in thought when he suddenly walked in. Luckily I stopped singing before he could hear.

"Sorry, uh... You startled me a little, what is it, honey?" I asked.

"I just wanted to come in and say hi. You look tired, need a break?" He replied. God, he was so sweet.

Looking back at my blank paper I've been staring at for the past hour, I decided he was right.

"I suppose I do need a break. I'm not getting any writing done." I sigh as I get up out of my chair and take Jareth's cold and slender hand.

-- time skip --

I whistled as I organized all of my pens and pencils which were skattered across my pale white desk. Jareth was out running errands so it was just me in our castle. As I cleared my desk, I started to sing a little tune I had written for one of my books. It was a cheerful little hymn and I sung it louder and louder without even noticing.

I continued singing when I heard a soft knock on the door. I abruptly stopped and opened the door. It was Jareth.

"I heard you singing." He purred. He flashed you a smile before hugging you closely.

"Oh, lord I'm sorry you had to hear that... I'm certain I was off key or something." You blushed.

Jareth broke the hug briefly and held your shoulders, looking you right in the eyes. "Now what do you mean? That was a stunning little song you were singing. Why don't you ever share your talents with me?"

"Well, you know, your voice is just so beautiful and well, compared to yo-"

He shushed you.

"Don't talk like that, star. Your singing voice is just as magical as mine. I would love to sing with you. Whenever you like. Now, don't be shy, finish your number."

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The end!!

Please give me more requests I'd love to answer them 🩷🩷

#david bowie #david bowie x reader #jareth #jareth the goblin king #jareth x reader #jareth the goblin king x reader

[kkurades]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ STARRY EYES ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

━━ during the battle of hogwarts blaise had lost sight of you but when he finally found you again he found your dead corpse.

word count: 2637

pairing: fem!gryffindor!lupin!reader x blaise zabini

warning: death, blood, missing limbs, broken skull, war.

“But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!” Pansy Parkinson exclaimed while you watched the scene unfold next to Hermione.

Ginny instinctively moves towards Harry with her wand drawn. Your eyes quickly flickered to your boyfriend, Blaise Zabini who was already staring at you.

Both you and Hermione made a move to join Ginny while you desperately clutched your wand, praying to whoever was listening that you wouldn't have to use it.

The other Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws follow your lead and stand protectively around Harry before Filch abruptly marched in, but you couldn't bring yourself to listen to him as you examined Blaise who seemed indifferent about the situation.

“Wait! As it turns out, Mr. Filch, your arrival is most opportune. If you would, I'd like you to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall.”

Your gaze quickly flashed towards Professor McGonagall before looking back to your frowning boyfriend.

“Right away,” Filch suddenly halted before questioning the head of Gryffindor once again, “Er, exactly where is it I'd be leadin' em to, ma'am?”

“The dungeons should do,” while the other students cheered as the Slytherins were taken to the dungeon, you felt an apprehensive feeling crawl over you as you watched Blaise desperately looking at you.

Perhaps he had known that the inevitable was going to happen, and he didn't want you to be in the middle of the battlefield without his protection.

After all, you still were a Gryffindor through and through. And unfortunately, your house was particularly known for its impulsiveness, which was a trait that you shared.

You watched stoically as Blaise disappeared from your sight before moving towards your father and your stepmother.

Remus kissed the top of your head, while Nymphadora pulled you into a firm hug. You inhaled her vanilla and candy-like scent, which soothed you extensively before pulling away and joining Neville and the rest of the DA.

You were assisting Cho, Nigel, and Katie while Seamus ordered you around in placing magical 'charges' on key pressure points.

Your body stilled when you noticed Scabior and the Snatchers moving towards you and Neville.

“Not good,” you heard Neville mumble before you took his arm and sprinted as fast as you could while Ginny and Seamus were standing at the edge of the wooden bridge.

Even though you knew you should have been more concerned about Scabior and the Snatchers, who were about to catch up to you any instant, you felt the terror seep into your body as you caught a maniacal gleam in Seamus’ eyes.

Fortunately, you were quick enough to reach the duo in time before the bridge ultimately collapsed.

But when you turned around, you noticed that Neville had suddenly disappeared. Ginny gasped beside you as your mouth fell scarcely open and your eyes widened.

The moment seemingly lasted forever before charred fingernails appeared over the final remaining of the bridge.

You let out a sigh of relief before you and Ginny rushed to hoist Neville up onto what's left of the bridge.

“What?” The youngest Weasley asked as Neville glanced at you.

“That was quite exciting,” you let out a groan as Seamus grinned and winked at him.

“Mad. The both of you,” Ginny declared before a thundering rumble almost send Neville tumbling off the bridge again.

Ginny steadies him as you all peer into the distance, noticing that the reason of the small earthquake were giants.

You quickly said your goodbyes before you dashed off to help fight off the death eaters, while Ginny and Neville parted ways with Seamus.

And while you were fighting for your life, Blaise had been stuck in the dungeons with a harsh glare on his face as he stared holes into the grinning Filch.

“Night-tee night,” Blaise felt like he could slaughter the man right then and there, but quietly watched as Pansy cursed him.

“You let us out of here, you filthy squib!” Filch only grinned, shaking the ring of keys in his hand, and turned to walk away.

When he was a fair distance away the chamber began to tremble, but with each step, it got more violent. Suddenly plaster rained down, and a ragged hole opens in the ceiling, followed by multiple others before a massive eye peered inside which made some Slytherins scream.

The giant's fist dropped heavily through the hole, fingers probing the cell clumsily. Filch watched in horror as the cell fell to pieces and the Slytherins spilled forth.

Goyle ruthlessly flung Housemates aside, while Blaise followed in his wake. Ready to start searching for you throughout the whole castle, even if it would take him the entire night.

As they reached the safety of the corridor, a hand — this one of human scale — reaches out of the darkness and grabbed Goyle.

Blaise stifled his groan at the sight of Draco Malfoy before following him, desperately hoping that they would come across someone who could notify him of your whereabouts.

Before Blaise comprehended what was occurring, he was perched atop a fragile tower while fire consumed everything around him.

He had lost his wand earlier on and thought that this would be it before Ron and Harry flew towards him and Draco on brooms.

He quickly took Ron's outstretched hand and mounted the broom while listening to Ron complaining about it under his breath.

Blaise suppressed his eye roll because Ron Weasley did save his life.

While Ron flew them to safety, he couldn't stop himself from asking about you. The words were scorching him, and he desperately ought to know the answer.

“Where's Y/n?” His voice was steady, but if you listened close enough, then you would perhaps have heard his urgency.

Ron quickly glanced at him with a scoff before replying.

“I don't know. I haven't seen her since the start of this.”

But as Ron glimpsed at Blaise's despairing expression, he felt himself blurt something out.

“She went with Ginny and Neville,” he timidly said, which lit Blaise's eyes once again before Ron landed the two of them safely.

Blaise awkwardly thanked Ron before dashing off in the hope to find you.

You had scratches all over your face, your nose was probably broken, and you were convinced that your left pinky was about to fall off.

You tried to shrug it off as you continued fighting off the infinite death eaters.

Much to your solace, you found your dad and stepmom and quickly approached them while fending off the enemy.

But your relief was exceptionally brief when Antonin Dolohov ultimately killed your father.

You heard your heart pounding loudly in your ears as the light left your father's eyes.

You could hear Nymphadora's heartbreaking cry before you charged at Dolohov ruthlessly before you killed the man.

While you were able to kill Antonin Dolohov, you knew that it was partially because he had been diverted and hadn't seen you coming.

You were about to approach your father's body but abruptly halted when you noticed Bellatrix Lestrange standing a little further from you, inclining to kill Nymphadora.

No sound came from your throat as Bellatrix neared your stepmom who was wailing over her dead husband's body, not caring whether she was open for attacks.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye Kingsley Shacklebolt attempting to reach Nymphadora in time, but you knew he was too far away to do anything.

Nymphadora looked up at the sound of Kingsley yelling at her, but she felt like she couldn't move as Bellatrix moved toward her at an extraordinarily rapid pace.

You quickly made your mind up as you ran right towards the merciless death eater, your wand having been discarded somewhere along the way of killing Dolohov.

Your body collided with Bellatrix' as you made an effort to shove her off the edge of the castle.

Unfortunately, she yanked you with her before she quickly apparated to safety.

It felt like everything was going in slow motion as you caught a glimpse of Kingsley and your stepmom leaning over the edge while they screamed your name at the top of their lungs as tears streamed down Nymphadora's cheek as she watched you plunge to your death.

You felt yourself relaxing as you realized that you had saved Nymphadora and that she would have an opportunity to survive this and go home to Teddy.

You quickly accepted your death, as your final thoughts were of Blaise Zabini.

You particularly thought about the feeling of when you woke up next to him in your dorm.

The sunlight bled through the curtains around your bed as you felt Blaise's heartbeat steadily thumping beneath you.

You remembered the adoring look on his face as you kissed him softly while your limbs were tangled together.

Your last thoughts were of Blaise before your body shut down when it collided with the ground.

Nymphadora remembered the determination on your face when she looked up to see you charging at Bellatrix to save her.

She remembered the anguish she felt when her maternal aunt pulled you down with her.

She remembered how she scattered to her feet before taking off towards the edge with Kingsley right next to her as she shrieked your name, desperate to see you one more time.

She remembered the heartbreak she felt when your eyes softened, and you looked peaceful, almost relieved, as you fell to your death while the stars were reflected in your eyes.

Kingsley had to haul her away while Arthur looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.

Minerva McGonagall's face twisted into pure horror when she heard the sound of bones breaking.

She quickly spun around only to see you dead on the floor with your eyes hauntingly staring into her soul as the corner of your lips had been turned upwards.

A gasp left her body as a single tear fell from her eye before hurrying over to you.

She crouched next to you, taking you into her arms but had no option but to leave you there.

The castle still roamed with death eaters, giants, and whatnot, and she couldn't afford to be vulnerable at a time like this, besides she was way too old to be carrying bodies around, so she quickly promised your dead body that she would return as soon as possible.

Only after Voldemort's defeat did McGonagall remember about you again and instantly asked Wood to assist her to pick up your body.

Oliver let out a shallow breath as he halted next to your body. You hadn't been moved because you had fallen into a relatively peaceful area where there wasn't much damage done.

He quickly glanced at the head of the Gryffindor house with a shaken look on his face before seizing your body.

Your head lolled against his shoulders and your arm limply hung from your body as Oliver carried you to the great hall, where most of the bodies were placed.

When he entered the Great Hall, he noticed some people throwing pitiful looks at you in his arms as he brought you to a free spot.

Just as he was about to place you down he heard someone let out a miserable sob before turning to your stepmom who hadn't left Remus his side since the war had ended.

He carefully put you on a blanket as Nymphadora fell down next to your body. He took this as his que to leave, but not before giving one last tragic look at your corpse.

Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Harry, Hermione, and Ron immediately ran towards you when they noticed your body being brought in.

Neville closed his eyes as tears escaped them while he remembered how lively you had looked hours prior.

Hermione leaned into Ron as salty wet tears streamed down her face as she hiccuped slightly while Seamus stared at you with horror and misery.

At a sudden point during the battle did Blaise find Neville and Luna, but when he questioned them about your whereabouts he came out with nothing.

His hopes started to falter after he had practically scoured the whole castle.

After Voldemort's defeat, he had followed the Malfoy's into the great hall and quietly sat there as he observed the doors, hoping for you to come through them.

He had asked all of your friends by now where you were, but none of them knew. Blaise had even looked at all the bodies to ensure that you weren't dead.

Later on, Draco and his mother had already left, but Blaise didn't dare to move his eyes from the gate.

His eyes glanced towards a small commotion that had been around one of the bodies that had just been brought in by Oliver Wood and professor McGonagall.

When he looked closer, he noticed that it were your friends. Even your stepmother was there as she sat on the ground while crying her eyes out.

He quickly came to realize that it couldn't be a coincidence.

'No'

He kept repeating the word as he quickly jumped up and neared the group, but he felt his heart in his throat when he recognized your messy y/h/c hair and your favorite red sweater that you had been wearing earlier that night when he saw you.

His eyes widened as he pushed through your friends, who threw sympathetic looks as he collapsed next to your body.

The war hadn't been kind to you. Your nose was broken and dried blood stained your upper lip. You had multiple scratches and gashes along your body, and blood stained the blanket that you were laying on, indicating that there was a wound on the back of your head.

Your fingers were covered in grime and blood, but he could make out that you missed one finger.

Blaise clutched to your body refusing to let you go as tears fell from his eyes, not caring about the blood that was tainting his clothes.

He sat there for hours, refusing to leave you as the stream of tears seemed endless.

At a certain point, they had placed your father’s body next to you, but he paid him no mind.

Most students had been leaving the Great Hall, but he remained next to you while Nymphadora watched him sadly.

He felt like his life ended the moment he found your body, but his thoughts were cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder.

His eyes glanced towards the owner, who happened to be Nymphadora. She sat down next to him while trying to keep her tears at bay.

“What happened?” Blaise's voice was quivering and hoarse, his hands trembled, and he was terrified of the answer.

“I- Y/n found me and R-Remus at a certain point during the battle. Remus had just been killed by Antonin Dolohov so she avenged him by killing Dolohov. After her fight with him she-uhm, she lost her wand. While I was grieving over Remus I was oblivious to Bellatrix who was planning to kill me,” Blaise let out a shuddered breath as he knew where this was going to but kept quiet.

“She charged at Bellatrix and pushed her off the castle, but Bellatrix pulled her with her. During their fall, Bellatrix managed to apparatus. Even though Y/n didn’t kill her, she saved my life,” Nymphadora was full-on sobbing now as the memory seemed like an endless loop.

“What-what happened to Bellatrix?” Blaise felt anger fill his body as he spat out the name of the woman who had partially killed his Y/n.

“Molly killed her.”

Blaise nodded but remained quiet as he grieved you with your stepmother silently. But he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to recover from this, from your death.

©cupidsheqrt , 2022.

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[tulipe-rose]

Nakahara Chūya, and Miyazawa Kenji... Quite the unique bunch, aren't they?

The allegedly 'inhumane', gravity manipulating beast, and the temperamental, often starved sunshine child.

They're explored separately throughout the Manga, and are given their moments to express their characters through words and actions. At first sight, they'd be rendered polar opposites. However that may be true to an unknowing outsider, their current knowledge would never allow them to understand, to comprehend what lies within.

One loyal dog, another morally grey sweetheart.

They do meet once during the main plot; multiple times during the spin offs and once during the anthologies. They're portrayed to be an admiring boy with his idol. It's truly an adorable sight to behold.

The feared Mafia executive, and the loved, yet feared agency part timer.

It's a pity that they'll most probably never get the right opportunity to connect with one another. Their past experiences and sorrows are the key factors that would assist them to truly understand each other's emotions, as they both know what it's like to grieve over loved ones. They both know all too well what it's like to be the strongest; to be the pillar of support that everyone depends on in certain situations; their trump card. They both harbor abilities that are mighty, double edged swords, unstoppable when provoked, even harmful to oneself when pushed to their wits end. The weight of responsibility could weigh on them akin to dead weight, but they persevere through it, and they manage to make it through victorious. It's truly fascinating however, that the difference in environment could impact the path taken, and ideals followed by each. The way by which they choose to handle predicaments they're to be put in reflects the duality of humans that are infinitely similar and different concurrently.

Bottling up their issues and emotions isn't foreign to either. One due to his upbringing, and the other solely because of the fact that he has no time to deal with them. Life is moving, and the mafioso cannot afford to be held up by pitiful emotions. He is capable of destressing using quality wine in the safe confines of a bar table. The young blonde on the other hand is a stranger to pitiful anger, sadness and irritation. He has been brought up to never feel the need to be anything but happy. Yes, it might have effectively impacted him, making his perspective and views brighter, much more optimistic and inviting than most. However, a certain perspective would claim that variety in emotions is what makes us human; I'd leave it up to debate, yet I personally believe that with enough care and attention, the young Miyazawa could open up, even if a little to peak of anything that bothers him. That'd be the peak of character development. Another colossal issue that is faced by this superhuman fourteen year old happens to be how he chooses to handle his hunger. He could be half starved to death, yet not a single complaint would leave his lips. He's far too accustomed to it. He doesn't acknowledge it anymore, and that is not healthy.

A lost soul, and another wandering one.

I dare say Nakahara sees a fragment of his youth in the blonde countryboy. Nakahara would go to unimaginable lengths just to keep the boy's smile genuine; to keep it cheerful and glad to be in existence as ever. He'd try to reserve the boy's happiness, because he was too familiar with it being stripped away.

They might just be the shoulder that both of them needs to lean on, cry on in case the infamous ginger winds up lost to the alcohol.

If only the mangaka gave it a serious chance.

(TDLR; I firmly believe in and support the Chuenji sibling dynamic.

Petition to allow the Miyazawa family to adopt Chūya, aye in the comments if you agree.

Hope you liked this pointless piece of meta that literally no one asked for. I'm pretty sure most of my points have been repeated over and over by other people, but never hurts really.)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd meta #bsd analysis #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chūya #bsd kenji #bsd chuuya #kenji miyazawa #writers on tumblr #saff-ron tag #siblings #let them hug

[another-day]

hey gang, guess what time it is, for the last time in season 3....

EPISODE IN REVIEW - THE SEASON THREE FINALE!!!!

spoilers for episode 19 of inanimate insanity invitational!!!!!!!!!!!

oh. my. gosh.

this was such a beautiful episode, most things felt resolved and it was just SO GOOD

if you didn't see my previous posts, i was up at 2am to watch this episode due to timezones, and it was so so worth it. let's begin!!!!!

oh the character development is amazing, this versus how lost he was at the beginning of season two is just so interesting and amazing to see. i'm so so proud.

full honesty, i have a lot of trouble emotion-wise, and hearing this kinda caught me off guard because, as much as i'd like to ignore it, springy's never been anything more than a villain to me.

it helped me realise that, yeah, springy is another character like everyone else, and they have feelings, and they have capacity for goodness. it really got me thinking, especially since this line really had me relating to them. but ah well, onwards!!!!

seeing cabby get pissed was really funny, but also she's turning the broken insult walkie talkie presented to mephone in the last episode. it was very very cool, a reclamation of power really.

can you tell i like cabby

also this was such a pivotal moment for her, and as someone who apologises for literally anything people deem wrong, this was incredibly inspirational and soooo cool to see.

the poor guy, he's been nothing but berated this whole episode

the way i literally almost screamed at two in the morning i was shivering and shaking throughout the entire episode and this was like my sould left my body HE'S BACK and oohhhhohohohoo GUYS GUYS GUYS

this was such a beautiful scene; a robot who sacrificed himself for a happy ending for so many others encouraging another robot whom was the living result of his sacrifice to embrace the life he has. THEY DRIVE ME MAD DO YOU SEE?????????

NAME DROP!!!! also i think this is the first time he's acknowledged cobs in reference to his own actions, he's coming to terms with his memories and experiences, and realising he can learn from them GOODNESS do you see what i am saying BOTH THIS AND MEPHONE 4S's SPEECH ARE ENCOURAGING HIM TO LOOK PAST HIS MISTAKES, AND NOT DWELL ON THE PAST

does this mean mephone's finally gonna treat toilet like an actual person, WHO FREAKING KNOWS!!!!! but i really hope he does i really do

guuuuyyyyss stop i'm going to cryyyyy LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE MESSED UP MARRIAGE PLEASEEEEE

i had to squeal so quietly when i saw this BUT YAAAAY MY LOVELY LITTLE CABBY WON!!!!!!! i was so happy she absolutely deserved this and its so symbolic that test tube's vote ended up being the deciding factor and AGH i'm so happy!!!!!

SHE'S SO CUTE SHE'S LITERALLY THE BEST I LOVE HER DEARLY

they're so silly and so supportive of one another, and the fact that even with balloon considering himself a more self assured person and more independent, nickel's still willing to stick by his side to cheer him up!!!

guys them look at them

"Or of..." HER OR OF HER FREAKING OUT GUYS this guy's so silly and i'm so glad they're getting along again <3333

marriage

their sweet little family i love them dearly

communication is key !! this was very cute and i'm so glad they're getting along again

THE TEETH DETAIL they're literally spoiling me dude

GUYS THEY MADE YURI REAL i love them so so so so much

because of course she'd put her prize towards a knowledge bank for everyone, cabby's such a gem you guys i love her so much

i'm so glad they're getting along now, they're such a silly pair!!!

i literally almost cried when i saw this, mephone 4's reconstructing all these things that made him feel like he was useless to push himself forward, and its so beautiful to see, i'm probably gonna print this out and put it on my wall because its so meaningful and just UGH

the heroic pose, the self assured smile, ready for anything

this was a beautiful way to cap off the season because there he goes !! its so exciting!!!!

he's gonna need it girl lets hope the season 2 finalists didn't go insane

WAAAAAAAAAAH they used the the track "don't leave me until i find my way back to you" and the way i almost sobbed my little heart out that was such a beautiful homage and track and GOODNESS!!!!!!

overall this was a great episode. though i feel some dynamics, such as mephone 4 with 4s, and silver spoon with candle weren;t explored nearly as much as i would've liked, they crew really did an amazing job on this episode.

thank you so much for all your hard work inanimate insanity crew, and i'm so excited to see the rest of season two and how it'll play out!!!

till then, i'll see you next time ooooonnn episode in review!!!!

(bada bada duuuuum!!!)

#inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity invitational #iii ep 19 #iii 19 #iii spoilers #iii 19 spoilers

[astars-things]

Hi bestie! Could you write something for Nolan where the two of you are dating and you are the mom friend and are always taking care of the freshman and he's just like wow she'd be a great mom. Thanks <3

<3

Pairing Nolan Moyle x reader

I never thought I'd end up dating the captain of the hockey team, but here we are. Nolan is everything I could want in a partner - kind, caring, and fiercely dedicated to his team. As the girlfriend of the captain, I found myself in a unique position - I was not only part of the team's inner circle, but I also became a sort of surrogate mom to the freshman players.

It was late at night "babe come here" nolan whined opening his arms for me but our sweet moment was interrupted by my phone ringing "who is it" Nolan questioned It was weird to be getting calls this late at night

"its seamus he was lost and couldn't find his way back to his dorm." i said getting out of bed quickly throwing on a jacket and grabbing my keys, When I found seamus, he was shivering in the cold, having wandered too far from campus. I drove him back to his dorm and made sure he was safely inside before heading back to my own apartment.

It wasn't long before I became the go-to person for dating advice as well. The freshman players were eager to learn from someone who had been in a successful relationship, and they often came to me for guidance. I found myself dispensing advice on everything from first dates to Valentine's Day gifts.

Nolan was always amused by my role as the team's "mom." He often joked that I would make a great mom someday, and I couldn't help but feel a little flattered. As much as I loved helping out the freshmen, I also couldn't wait to start a family with Nolan someday.

As the season wore on, I found myself becoming more and more invested in the team's success. I cheered them on from the stands, celebrated their victories with them, and commiserated with them after losses. And through it all, Nolan was there by my side, always ready with a hug or a reassuring word.

Dating the captain of the hockey team was an unexpected adventure, but it was one that I wouldn't trade for anything. It gave me the chance to be a part of something bigger than myself, to help the team in whatever small way I could, and to be there for the freshmen when they needed me the most.

And as for Nolan's comment about me being a great mom someday? Well, who knows what the future holds. But for now, I was happy just being a surrogate mom to the team's freshman players - and I knew that I was making a difference in their lives.

#nolan moyle x reader #send in requests #my friends #<3 #nolan moyle #umich hockey #Gracie🤎

[mamabearwonders]

I'm visiting my parents.

My dad gave me a spare mouse which was nice, but I have mine and it works fine. I lost the part for the mouse that activates it- for some reason he needs it RIGHT NOW even though he has one- and was gonna give me this one...

I didn't want him in my room. And I didn't want him messing with my computer a.) privacy and b.) my computer dies instantly if not plugged in and it's a pain to turn back on sometimes. Thankfully not today.

He comes in anyway. Starts unplugging and plugging things into my computer. He took the part that activate my keyboard (mine at my apartment) for whatever reason and I need it back, but I'm not dealing with him again right now.

With him, it's always rush, rush, rush or he yells a lot. It's like dude, chill out. He kept screwing with my computer and kept insisting my own mouse and keyboard I've been using doesn't work.

My mom tried to get him to knock it off. He wouldn't listen. So my mom was reading me funny Halloween card to try to cheer me up because she knew I was frustrated. Normally, (thanks dad for giving me anger issues), I'd be frustrated and not in the mood to look at cards, but I've been working on my anger and my mom was on my side and just trying to be nice.

So I let her have her fun and I finally got my computer back, but I am annoyed. Like he came to my apartment early, weaseled his way into the building and kept yelling my name and knocking on my door when I said I'd be ready at the actual time.

I know he just wanted to sit on the couch. But I didn't wanna hear my dad lecture me about dumb things that aren't that big of a deal because that's all he does when I was stressed trying to find my keys.

I still love my parents which is why I visit, but there's a reason why I moved out. He just wants control over everything- the small things, the big things like my bank, my job- just things he has no business in and it's frustrating.

[boxwinebaddie]

i have writer's block and depression, so i have nothing major to post, but to cheer me up, i am giving you some slut era!jersey lore. <3

in rm!kyle's room, by the bed ( which, again, is a mattress on the floor with some navy target bedsheets on it; he's a whore, we know this ) / sometimes in the closet ( it depends how much ~stuff~ is in there )

there is a brown carboard box that has "Lost And Pound ;)" written on it in pink sharpie and big loopy girly #extra asf handwriting that bebe presented to fuccboi kyle one night as fun & fresh way to collect all the misc. articles of clothing, trinkets, invent-whorey items that his idiot boy hookups leave behind when kyle's done with them and they're being thrown out onto the street. <3

bc, usually, he'll give you likeeee thirty seconds to grab your shit and get out? but if you're too slow, sucks to suck...literally. so, as you can probably imagine, a LOT of boy belongings accumulate in there.

however, unlike an actual lost and found, if you forgot something, you cannot come back and get anything you accidentally left behind -- some boy left his nintendo switch and kyle threatened to Bludgeon Him with it if he so much as breathed in his direction again, lmaooo.

i'm so serious, like, if you manage to book a legendary jersey kyle session, one, congratulations, bc it was the lay of your life, two, i'm sorry because he's never going to call you, but most importantly three, once you pass under the too low, paint-chipped doorway into his room ( ky hits his head on it 25/8, it pisses him off so much )

— you better hope that once you exit out through that doorway ( or the window if kyle is Extra Irritated ) that you have anything you love and treasure On Your Person as you go, because once it's in the lost and pound, it's blondies property and if you try to talk to him OUTSIDE abt it??? ohhhh my God, dude, he will pretend not to know you, he will squint at ur dick, he will Embarrass and HUMILITATE you in ways that you will think about at your wedding, your child's first birthday party, every xmas...jersey will chew you up and spit you out.

ergo?

don't try it.

anyways! i got sidetracked. so where i was going was that while no pathetic idiot worm boy kyle sleeps with is allowed to reclaim his missing shit, sheila taught kyle to be a ~resourceful king~, so kyle just offers the Objects Of Rejection up to marj, bebe and tweek to use for various art projects. ex. if tweek is painting but doesn't want to get paint on his clothes, he can use a lost and pound shirt, if bebe wants to do a fashion girl thing, she can use a flannel as scrap fabric, tbh sometimes marj sews patches into her skirts/makes aprons/uses socks & stuff as rags when she's doing cleaning around the house.

i'd call the l&p a slutty college boy good will, but it's more of a...

Bad Won't

...if you will. ;)

well, whatever the case, kyle is evil and unsentimental and refuses to create any sort of accidental attachments to said stupid boy things, so everyone can do what they please with the lost and pound items.

usually it's just clothes, but sometimes they get Good Shit like air pods once??? omg??? one time they got a cellphone, an apple watch!!

boys do leave their car keys and you'd think kyle would be nice and give them back, but...kyle is Naught Nice, lol, so if ur lucky he'll say something like "go long, football boy" and chuck them out the window and if you are Unlucky, he'll call you on the burner cellphone from a past lost and pound experience and make you listen to your car keys getting absolutely demolished by the garbage disposal <3

...he's just so Sweet, isn't he?

luv u jers xx ;)))

tldr; lost and pound supremacy! the gayng do be grabbin a hoodie from the l&p when they're freezing bc they late paying the electric bill, doing artsy stuff or just bc they think a shirt is cool. speaking of,

i think there was a crimson dawn teeshirt in there once...

Interesting.

-uncle nina, finders keeper of the j.k. lost and pound <3

#i fucking love the lost and pound #this has no relevance #this was just to make me laugh bc i am sad #i love constantly reminding everyone that jers is a reformed slutter outter of boys a wh0re a floozy a skaaaaaaaaaank #he is my hero #by the streets for the streets #if it gets 2 full they do go to good will with the bad cant things #they do sell duplicates of expensive stuff they get #NOT THEM MONETIZING JERSEY KYLE BEING A HO #like the way bebe and kyle are just hustling i love them #i am sorry but if you leave a credit card #he will be using it #so u better cancel it and like dont try and dispute the charges kyle is a lawyer but oh my god he will lieeeeee akshdksd #anyways i love u evil kyle my beloved my baby #FUN FACT RAVEN DID ACCIDENTALLY SEE IT ONCE IN KYLES ROOM #HE KICKED THAT SHIT INTO THE CLOSET SO FAST #LIKE DONT WORRY ABT THAT LOL! #no one tell raven of crimson dawn i’m a wh0re #a pious man of god

[sweetsweetjellybean]

In the cold November rain Part 6 *18+ MDNI*

Eddie Munson/FemReader  Steve Harrington/FemReader Ao3

TW: Story runs congruent to events in the show. If you know what happens in season 4, then you'll know how this will end.**Be warned.**18+ Eventually Smut, Angst, High School Fuckery, Drinking, It’s starting to heat up!

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime?

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help.

 A story about the pain of growing up, unrequited love, and loss.

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Thanks To @loveshotzz She is a Goddess spreading prose throughout the lands.

Inspired by @loveshotzz & notes by @eddieandbird  

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The theme song for the A-Team blared from the TV in the living room where your parents had settled in for the evening. It was your night to do the dinner dishes, and you had just finished. Your homework was done, and you felt restless with nothing to do. The prospect of spending another night with your parents was depressing. You need a distraction, and you know just the thing. You grabbed your keys and told your parents you were going out.

The Hideout was a dive bar where Corroded Coffin played every Tuesday night. The old brick building was set off the road on the way out of town. They were known for their cheap beer and live music. The floor was sticky, the glasses were dirty, and you'd probably contract botulism from the little bowl of free pretzels. You park your Beetle next to Eddie's van in the dirt and gravel parking lot before entering through the nondescript black steel door. You amble over to the bar and slide onto a stool. A cover of "You've got another thing comin'" was blasting from the stage across the room. 

"What can I do for you, pretty lady?" There was only one employee at the Hideout, and that was Lou. He was a local legend, and everyone knew not to cross him.

"I'd like a Budweiser, please?" You ask with a sweet smile.

"How old are you, Doll?" Lou says with suspicious eyes.

"Nineteen." Lou crosses his arms over his chest. "Come on, Lou. I'm just here to see the band."

"Alright. But no more than two." 

"Thanks, Lou," you say, taking the bottle. You leave a few bills for Lou and bring your beer to a round table in front of the stage. Eddie doesn't notice you at first. His eyes are closed, his fingers deftly moving up and down the frets of his guitar. You take the time to drink him in. His feet are planted a little more than shoulder-width apart, the guitar strapped to his broad shoulders, coming to rest at his narrow hips. You can see the muscles of his arms flexing under his tight shirt as his head bounces in time with the music. He throws his head back, lights above making him luminous, the tip of his tongue sneaking out to trace his top lip. You press your thighs together. He looks like a god. 

His eyelids open, and those blazing umber eyes meet yours. He doesn't miss a note as he moves closer to the edge of the stage, holding your gaze, his lips twisting into a cocky smirk. The song ends, and you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. You clap and cheer. Eddie gives you a slight bow before launching into another song. You spend the rest of his set nursing your beer and trading smoldering looks. It feels ten degrees warmer than when you first arrived. You take off your cardigan and retrieve your second beer. The band works on packing up, and the bar is starting to empty when Eddie sits beside you. He is covered in a light sheen of sweat. 

"Princess, I never dreamed of seeing you in such a third-rate establishment." 

"Watch it, Eddie," Lou calls out from the bar.

"Sorry, Lou," Eddie says, giving him a little wave.

"So what happened? Did you get lost on your way to a ball?"

"I heard this band had a really hot guitar player, so I thought I'd check it out myself." You tear little pieces of the label of your beer bottle.

"Jeff will be pleased to hear it," Eddie says as the rest of the band join you at the table. "Guard your virtue, gentleman. The Princess here has a thing for musicians."

You roll your eyes, and fortunately, Jeff decides to come to your rescue. "Jesus, leave her alone, Eddie." He takes a pull of his beer. "So what did you think? Any good?"

"Are you kidding? You guys are amazing! I knew you would be good, but I'm totally blown away. You should be playing in Indianapolis or something." You continue to heap praise on them. The other boys can't hide their pleased smiles. The conversation turns to different topics and continues until Lou flicks the lights, kicking you out. You walk with them outside, promising to come back to listen to them play soon. You lean against Eddie's van and wave as their cars leave the lot.

"Nice Job, Princess. Now they're all half in love with you." Eddie says, coming to a stop in front of you, standing close, getting in your space.

"Oh yeah? What about you?" Your hand comes up to rest on his chest. 

"Eh, love's not my thing." He takes your hand off his chest, bringing it back down to your side but not letting it go. "I prefer to travel the countryside spreading the gospel of Metallica, leaving a trail of wet panties and broken hearts in my wake."

"I bet," you say with a laugh. "Is that why you haven't kissed me again?" His lips pull into an enigmatic smile. "So that's why you're here. Are you feeling horny tonight, Your Highness?" Your cheeks warm as you blush. "No. I'm just curious."

"Well, curiosity killed the cat." He crowds you in further, and one of his legs slots between yours. You're sure he can feel the warmth between your legs on his thigh. "Don't worry, Eddie. I take very good care of my cat."

His eyes are gleaming, and you can see the puff of his breaths in the chilly night air. "If there is something you want, Princess. All you have to do is take it." His thigh pushes into you, grinding the seam of your jeans against your clit. A gasp leaves your mouth, and your hips thrust forward, trying to chase the feeling. "And what if I want to give?" You ask, taking his hand and placing his palm over your breast. His thumb circles your nipple, and you roll your hips, riding his thigh. Your breath is audible, and you hold his eyes as you move. His mouth is hovering over yours. "What are we doing?" He mumbles, maybe to himself. His lips begin their descent.

"Christ, Eddie, take it somewhere else, or I'll get the hose," Lou calls out as he walks around the building, taking the trash out.

Your head falls forward to giggle against his chest. "Sorry, Lou," Eddie calls out, raising a hand in the air. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that? Utter destruction." He kisses your forehead. "Go get in your car and lock the doors." He steps back, and you slide past him, digging the keys out of your pockets. "Good Girl. I'll see you tomorrow." 

"Goodnight, Eddie."

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Part 7      

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Chapter 1- Seb

“So… which of us do you think would end up in jail first?” Abigail asked.

“Uhhhhhhhhh……” Sam said.

“Interesting question,” Sebastian said. “How does this help us write another song?”

“It's just a thought experiment.”

“Well you'd go to jail for trespassing,” Sebastian said. “Or….” He paused and thought. “If we were caught smoking that shit your mom grows.”

“Wait, you guys smoke?!” Sam said.

“Why'd you tell him that?” Abigail chided.

“You should join us some time.”

“I don't think he'd be into that Seb.”

“Well I'm not a baby.” Sam pouts.

“I dont think youre a baby Sam.”

“Three, two one!” Abby says half heartedly as she begins playing the drums.

They play together, Abby on drums, Sam on guitar and Seb on the keyboard. For Sebastian the keyboard is the only thing he has, he was never smart enough to gain Darius’ attention. So he lost himself in the keys, hoping to gain Robin's attention. When that didn't work he locked himself in his room closing himself off while he would work on his computer.

As he listened to Sam sing he couldn't help but smile to himself while thinking about the boy who managed to get him to leave his room. Abby too had done a lot for Seb, during her trips to the mines she’d gather frozen tears for him. They were always there for him when he was depressed. Robin tried to empathize but she didn't understand him. But these two didn't pry, they were simply there for him.

“WHOOOOO!!!”

Sam's shout pulled Sebastian out of his thoughts.

Abby cheered. “We’re getting pretty good!”

“Pretty good? Why not super good?! Or totally tubular?!” Sam chuckled at his own joke.

“Guys it's getting late and Vincent is going to bed, you guys can stay but you have to be quiet” Jody shouts from the other room.

“I guess that's my queue to leave,” Abby says as she stands up from her drumset.

“Awe, you guys dont wanna stay and hang out” sam mopes. “We can watch a movie, I heard of this cool one about a guy who goes to space.”

“Wow it sounds so interesting, '' Abby says in a mocking voice. You have to be super obvious with sarcasm around Sam or else he won't get it.

“Don't be rude,” Seb says. “I’ll watch it with you.” He looks at Sam then quickly looks away.

“Yes!”

Sams so cute when he celebrates Seb thinks. He looks at Abby.

“I'd rather not,” she says.

“Awe come one,” Sam whines.

“Seb will keep you company.”

Sam looks at Sebastian, “guess it's just us today.”

Seb looks at Abby, eyes pleading with her to stay. Abby pretends not to notice what's written all over his face as she walks out the door.

They stand there in silence for a moment until they start hearing Jodie and Abigail talking outside the door.

“Mom’s still up,” Sam says. “Wanna just watch on my bed so we don't have to bug her. To be honest she's been kinda uptight lately. I think it's because dad comes home soon.” He sits on his bed and begins clicking away on his laptop. “Oh sorry,'' Sam scoots over. “You can sit too.”

fuck ive just been standing here awkwardly Seb thinks. He goes and sits on the edge of the bed making sure to leave space between them. Just act normal, nothings changed, Sam probably hasn’t noticed anything yet. “I can't believe you still have a twin sized bed.” He laughs. “It can barely fit just one person how is it supposed to fit both of us?”

“Well… it's not like there's anyone I'm trying to share it with.” Sam says. “Wait, don't you also sleep on a twin sized bed?”

“Well yeah… but I'm the only person in my room ever. Besides, I've never been interested in sharing a bed before.”

“Twin sized mattress” Sam wonders aloud. “That'd be a good song title.” He sets the laptop near his feet and starts the movie. “Can you turn off the lights?” Sam looks at Seb when he says it.

Fuck, i cant focus when he looks at me. Why's he got to be so damn cute. He thinks while he stumbles to the lightswitch.

As he sits back on the bed the movies not even registering in his mind, his thoughts are solely on the space between him and sam. Sam is focused on the movie, making cute comments here and there about whatever is happening in the movie.

“Seb are you okay?” Sam asks, a tinge of worry in his voice. “You look super pale.”

“Oh, uh, I just have a bit of a headache is all.”

“You don't have to stay, you can go home and rest.”

“That… that's probably best.”

Sam pauses the movie and closes the computer. He gets up and grabs a jacket.

Sebatian looks at him confused. “I can't let you walk home sick by yourself, what if you fall or pass out or something”

Sam opens the door and Seb stumbles out. “Mom im gonna walk Sebastian home, he's not feeling good,” Sam shouts as they leave.

How did this end up happening? It's almost surreal, walking home in the moonlight with snow falling, Sam at his side walking past the steps to the old community center. As they enter the clearing their moment is interrupted by Maru, gazing at the stars through her telescope.

“Oh hey sam!” Maru exclaims. “Come look at this star cluster.”

“In a minute, Seb doesn't feel good so imma get him in bed then i'll come look, '' Sam shuffles inside with Seb. They walk down the stairs to Sebs room, a room that's normally cold but Seb can't help but feel Sam's warmth. Seb lays down in bed, Sam looks at him and tucks him in.

“I'd give you a kiss goodnight but that'd be weird wouldn't it” Sam chuckles nervously.

Seb just lays there, looking up at the boy of his dreams.

“Feel better” Sam says, before walking away. Seb can't help but feel like that's the last time he's ever gonna Sam the same way. As he dozes off he can't help but wish he dreams of Sam.

Chapter 2

#stardew valley #stardew valley fic #sebastian stardew valley #sam stardew valley #sebastain x sam #winterstar lovers

[boundinparchment]

(For this ask meme) I'd love to see number 7 for any ship of your choice! :D

7. Write about one member of your ship asking the other to dance with them.

The kitchen was always the perfect spot for when one couldn't sleep. Mending wouldn't take care of itself, Karina reasoned, and Zhongli had yet to settle into a rhythm during their stay in Fontaine. Nearby, the radio chattered quietly, notes drifting out of the speaker and fracturing the silence. The pair sat in front of the hearth, Zhongli relaxed as he leaned back in his seat and Karina hunched over, pinching a seam together.

A series of three notes caused Karina's head to snap up. The reaction was purely conditional and her eyes were alight with recognition and joy.

"I haven't heard this song in forever!" she got up and turned the volume dial, the music growing louder in turn. "I thought this group would be out of fashion by now."

Zhongli watched his wife get lost for a moment, lyrics coming back to her as she sang softly and off-key. She didn't have the ear for music like her sister but she certainly had the passion, swaying to the beat.

"Get up, get up, dance with me," Karina excitedly whispered as she grabbed his hand and pulled him from his chair. "Over here. Just like this."

She pushed and pulled his arms as she swayed her hips, stepping forwards and back in time with the rhythm. The retired Archon couldn't help but smile; the first bit of cheer that fizzled within her since they arrived and he was privileged enough to witness it.

"What, pray tell, is this dance called?" he asked.

"It doesn't have a name. I just love this song. I used to listen to it on spincrystal repeatedly to the point that I almost broke the record."

In truth, she listened to it so often that Rhiannon often threatened to break the disc herself. But somehow, she always managed to mockingly sing the chorus just enough to convince her sister of how absurd she was being.

"I like this," Zhongli said. "Simple, and quite a perfect way to get into the rhythm. Not to mention..."

He pulled her unexpectedly and he caught her, keeping her close.

"I get to see you smile, bǎo bèi. Tell me more about this performance group. The vocalist is quite the poet."

#oc: karina alexandre #I think they had a ship name at some point but I can't recall #these two are dorks together

[key-to-the-shadow]

Spin the Bottle

Spin the Bottle ~ Oneshot (Eddie Vedder X Fem!Reader)

♫ tropes: brothers best friend

♫ warnings: use of Y/N and predetermined last name (poncier pronounced pawn-see-a), not proof read

♫ a/n: loosely based on the movie 'singles', 1992 eddie

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Cum On Feel the Noize was playing from a record player in the far corner of the living room.

The boys and I chugged bottles of beer, each of us racing to be the first to finish the distasteful liquid. I never liked beer very much but I still felt like I needed to win.

It was a typical Saturday night. My brother, his band, a few other friends, and I all sat around drinking beer, eating pizza, and playing some sort of game. There was always some kind of fuss about what to play since Cliff never wanted to play anything fun like spin the bottle.

But Cliff wasn't here tonight. I was the first to suggest spin the bottle and the group quickly agreed.

I slammed my glass on the ground that we all sat in a circle on. "Fuck yeah," I cheered as I noticed I was the first one to finish. "I win." I got no response until other people began to set their bottles on the ground as well.

We'd made a deal that whoever drinks first is immune from spinning the bottle first. Whoever finishes last has to go first.

I surveyed who still had the beer. It was a race between Debbie Hunt, a neighbor of ours, and Eddie, my brother's best friend who also happened to be the drummer of their band. Citizen Dick.

Debbie let out a shrill laugh as she slammed her glass on the ground, her ginger hair bouncing with her movements.

"Eddie's off his game tonight," Stone, another member of the band, said with a mocking tone.

The brunette rolled his eyes as he set down the cheap glass of now-empty beer. He'd played it off as being off his game but in reality, I was sure he lost on purpose. At the beginning of every band practice, they all shotgunned beers to get into 'the right mindset' and Eddie always finished his first.

Eddie's ring-clad fingers gripped the glass bottle, preparing to spin it. The glass rattled against the dark wooden floor. As its momentum slowed down, my heart pounded in my ears.

Eddie was always attractive to me but I was positive the fact that my brother would kill me for even thinking that made him all the more alluring. Eddie and my brother had known each other since they were kids and even moved into apartments right next to each other. The thing was, I still lived with my brother. Being a musician in Seattle wasn't something that paid a whole lot.

There had been a few times I'd wondered if Eddie thought anything of me like that. One of my three jobs was working at a dive bar that featured live music. My brother and his band often played there so I helped them set up whenever I could.

"Y/N," Eddie had called from the wings of the stage before the bar had opened. I came in early to help them set up but by now, most of it was done. "Mind sound-checking the set?"

"Eds, you know I don't play drums," I reminded him that I only sang and kicked around on the guitar on occasion. "I don't know what it's supposed. to sound like."

A soft 'oh' came from backstage before I heard footsteps skip up to the stage. Eddie was wearing a loose white tank with a brown flannel and torn-up jeans. His hair was pulled into a messy bun at the nape of his neck.

The rest of the band had gone to grab some dinner at a nearby restaurant before the gig and left Eddie to hold down the fort, promising to bring him back a sandwich.

It was just the two of us.

"Here, I'll show you," He said as he approached the set. "Sit." He took the drumsticks and pointed to the black throne.

I sat down on the cushioned seat and took the light wooden sticks that he passed to me.

He told me to hit the snare drum a couple times and he fiddled with the key until he was satisfied. Then moved to the kick and floor tom until he told me to play a fill along all the drums.

I looked behind me, ready to repeat that I don't know how to play the drums before he interrupted me.

"Like this." He remarked as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. His hands found mine. "Loosen up, Poncier," He joked, using my last name as he often did when he made fun of me. My face heated at the words and I did my best to relax as he guided my hands across the toms. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. If I were to turn my head to the left the slightest bit, our lips would've been inches from each other. It took all I could not to move to the left.

It was horribly off-beat but he just needed the sound for turning reasons.

We weren't doing anything wrong. But it was tense enough to the point that if I knew if Cliff walked through the doors at this moment, we would have to persuade him to believe that we weren't doing anything like that.

His hands stayed on mine for longer than they should have but not long enough to the point either of us mentioned it. He let his arms drop away from me and I felt cold without his chest pressed against my back.

He cleared his throat. "Let me know if you ever want a drum lesson."

I never took him up on the drum lesson even though I wanted to. I wanted that feeling of his closeness again but I was scared of Cliff and what he would do.

My thoughts were cleared away as the glass bottle began to slow down. My heart pounded as it got slower and slower and inched closer and closer to me.

When it came to a halt, my breath seemed to vanish. The bottle was staring at me and so was Eddie. He was sitting directly across from me in the circle.

All of the guys started laughing and nudging Eddie while the girls sat with amused smirks on their faces.

I didn't know what to do. Do I move? Does he? Eventually, Eddie stands up and walks over to me. The only thing running through my mind was that Eddie Vedder was about to kiss me and there was no doubt in my mind that Cliff's situationship, Janet, would tell him. She knew how protective Cliff was of me and she also knew that he wouldn't find it funny that I kissed Eddie even if it was for a game.

I felt her eyes dig into the side of my head but I refused to look at her. I kept my jaw clenched and braced myself when Eddie got down on the floor in front of me. I'd rejected moving so he had to come to where I was.

"You nervous?" Eddie asked with a snarky tone, barely above a whisper. It was the kind of voice he used when he was joking with me but now it felt as if he was edging me on.

"No," I lied.

A smirk graced his lips as he brought a hand to my hair, grazing my neck with his fingers. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I placed them on his chest as he leaned forward. I clung to the graphic tee he was wearing as our lips collided.

His lips were rough but the feeling of them on mine was euphoric. He pulled away shortly after, not wanting to make a scene. The hesitation before he broke the contact made my thoughts whirl with what if's.

Why did he hesitate?

If this was just a kiss for a game, why would he hesitate?

Cheers erupted around us as the boys immaturely hollered. Eddie's hand fell away from its grip on my hair and I let go of his shirt, letting him return back to his place at the circle.

#eddie vedder #eddie vedder x reader #vedder x reader #pearl jam #pearl jam fanfiction #soundgarden #eddie vedder fanfiction #brothers best friend trope #x reader #oneshot #pearljam one shot #eddie vedder one shot

[tennessoui]

Miss Kit updates from you never fail to cheer me up, and that was a tall order this week when I spent my birthday alone because of covid and had to cancel my party because I'm still testing positive, so thank you! If you're taking Prompts I'd love to see something where Anakin is ill or injured as misery loves company, maybe the bit in cheating au where he's hospitalised and Obi-Wan finds out/is in waiting room? No pressure though, just wanted to drop in and say your updates always make me happy

hey!!!! it's been uh. a month. maybe two months. so like. i hope you're no longer testing positive :D here is a 2k snippet set in the cheating au when obi-wan rushes to anakin's side after he loses an arm fighting. also when padmé may start thinking that there's something rotten in the state of stewjon.......

(2k) (cw: i wrote this on my laptop when the i key was sticking so who knows how many i's i've missed)

(also cw: cheating)

(this snippet is sorta mentioned, might be important to read for understanding of the verse)

Obi-Wan’s hands are shaking. They have been since the missive came in for Padmé and Obi-Wan had leaned over to read it when she’d gasped in horror.

Her husband had been wounded. There’d been an attack of some sorts, a robbery or a premeditated attack or something else all together, and Padmé’s husband had heard the noise from his gallery and gone to investigate. He’d decided to break up the fight with nothing more than his voice and his own hands, and he’d lost one in the process.

He’d lost a lot of blood as well, Padmé’s husband had. A lot of blood and an arm. Padmé had been right to be so horrified, so frantic in calling for a recess in the conference, just one long enough to gather her things from her Republic-funded room, brief the secondary senator from Naboo on the state of negotiations, and then hail a shuttle to the nearest space port. She was allowed to go with little fuss.

After all, it was her husband who had been hurt so drastically he had been airlifted to the best trauma center in Coruscant. She had children to comfort and hold and feed sweet words of reassurance to.

Obi-Wan logically knows that he must stay. He’d been told as much by Padmé herself—not outright, of course, she probably wouldn’t have thought to do so, but she’d squeezed his shoulder as she left the Hall and promised to comm him as soon as she could with updates on Anakin’s condition.

It was, after all, the duties of a wife.

But what of the duties of the lover? The affair? The man who knows for certain he has managed to slip his way into Anakin’s heart, wrap himself around it until its every piece belongs to him alone, nothing left over for the wife who has rushed to his side?

His hands ache with the need to hold, to feel at Anakin’s skin, his pulse.

He makes it ten more hours into the conference before he follows Padmé’s example. He does not stop to collect his things, nor does he brief the secondary senator of Naboo, parting with a “you best have been listening, mate, or our failure’s on your head”; he flew to this planet in his own ship, and he flies it now.

He utilizes every trick that Anakin has ever shown him about how to fly fast and how to fly well. Under the guise of Obi-Wan being the worst pilot in the history of Stewjon and Anakin being unable to be cordial with someone who signaled before they changed vertical lanes, they’d spent years sneaking out to the stars for activities that had nothing to do with flying.

But perhaps against his will or perhaps because his love for Anakin had to better him in some way in order to be endured, he had also learned how to pilot the way Anakin piloted.

His hands shake the entire time. It’s the one concession he will give himself to the roar of emotions that feel like they’re tearing his insides to shreds.

His comm buzzes and when he checks it, an hour out from Coruscant, it’s a message from Satine. He doesn’t read it. He has long since stopped caring what his wife has to say about any matter, and the matter of this affair in particular. 

They had never particularly loved each other, though he thinks they both were convinced they did upon their marriage. But what he feels when he thinks of Anakin Skywalker dooms every other love he’s ever felt in his life to pale imitations.

They had never particularly loved each other, but it’s only been in the last year that Obi-Wan has felt resentment bubble up in his soul. His wife is one more thing that makes Anakin leave his bed early in the morning. Obi-Wan’s wife and, well.

Obi-Wan has been arguing with the health droids for ten minutes before Padmé appears from around the corner. She’s still wearing her Naboo regalia, though it looks much more worn. She must have arrived hours ago, yet she’s not left at all yet. This observation makes Obi-Wan’s heart seize up in fear. Has Anakin taken a turn so nonsensically towards the worst? 

Padmé looks startled to see him. She looks relieved though, too.

If Obi-Wan were a better person, he’d let the guilt of it all eat him alive. As it is, he’s not a better person. He’s a politician, and he wants something.

“Padmé!” He says upon seeing her. “How is he? Please, tell DR-023 that I should be allowed to see him.”

Padmé blinks, as if she can’t understand the stimuli her brain is showing her. “Obi-Wan, you came.” 

“Of course I came, Padmé,” Obi-Wan replies and knows he should say something else, but the words are tricky. He wants to say, because I love him. Because it’s Anakin. Because I know he would want me there. Because if it were me in that medical bed, I would want him beside me.

All of this is too incriminating. Padmé, though she still does not know about her husband’s infidelity, is not an unintelligent woman.

So he says, “I view you all as my family.”

This is uttered with a pointed look at the medical droid, barring Obi-Wan’s passage to the rooms of the hospital. Though heavy-handed, it seems to shake Padmé into action, and she swoops forward to key in the Skywalker room code into the droid’s bank, allowing Obi-Wan passage.

“Thank you,” he tells Anakin’s wife, and then when he cannot wait a second longer, “how is he doing?”

Padmé guides him back to Anakin’s room, and Obi-Wan lets himself be guided. “He’s—he’s going to be alright,” she says. “They—they won’t fit him with a prosthetic, not while he is unconscious and cannot consent, but they’ve taken him out of bacta and done several blood transfusions. Mine took, thank the stars.”

Obi-Wan swallows and stares forward so as not to give into the monster inside of him that roars in jealousy at the idea that Anakin and Padmé’s bloodtype match. That once more, Obi-Wan is made an interloper.

“Quite,” he replies faintly, for they’ve entered the room. There on the bed, looking much too still and ashen, is the love of his life. It takes all of his training in politics and appearance to stop himself from running to his side, grasping at his one hand, and raising it to his lips. The japor snippet around his neck burns with his need to touch and feel and heal.

Padmé, unaware of his agony, walks to the other side of Anakin’s bed, ghosting her fingers over his missing forearm with a haunted sort of expression.

“I was just going to leave to relieve the nanny,” she confesses, brushing a piece of hair away from Anakin’s face. Obi-Wan stiffens and forces himself to relax. “The twins haven’t seen him yet. I thought about getting them when I arrived, but….”

The twins live a charmed life, five years old and untouched by every great unfairness in the galaxy. Obi-Wan would hesitate to retrieve them as well, not when it would mean they would have to—at least for a moment—confront the senseless violence of their world.

“They should see him,” he tells her gently. Anakin would want that. “Please, I—I can get them if you do not wish to leave him.”

“I’m perfectly capable of parenting my own children,” she snaps. When she looks up, her gaze is hard.

Interloper.

“Of course,” Obi-Wan gentles his tone, his mannerisms, and steps back from the bed though that distance kills him. “Whatever you want, Padmé, I am only trying to support you.”

Anakin’s wife stares at him for several seconds, before glancing down at her husband. “You’ll call me if he awakens?”

“In an instant,” Obi-Wan promises, and she nods once, slowly and then with a fast upward tilt of her head. She navigates around the bed, and Obi-Wan moves closer to the very bounds of what is allowed.

He doesn’t watch her leave. He cannot tear his gaze away from Anakin’s slack face. There will be scars on it, wounds so deep that the bacta could not heal them perfectly in time to save him from the blemish.

Obi-Wan already finds them beautiful, because it is Anakin and he finds Anakin beautiful always.

He doesn’t watch Anakin’s wife leave, so he is startled to hear her speak. Startled and deeply grateful he hadn’t given into the impulse to touch her husband’s cheekbone. Stewjoni are affectionate, but not that affectionate.

“I am glad you’re here, Obi-Wan,” she tells him. Her tone is unreadable and when he turns around, her face is the same. 

“Oh?” Obi-Wan asks when she does not immediately continue. 

And then for a moment his heart freezes in his chest as he follows the descent of her eyes. Sometime between leaving the conference and arriving at the hospital, he’d taken his heavy, ceremonial Stewjoni cloaks off. His shirt is unlaced most of the way, his chest almost on display.

But she’s not looking at his skin.

The japor snippet lays lower than the shirt cuts, thank the gods, but there’s something in her eyes that looks like a denial. A rationalization. She’d seen the same leather cord around her husband’s neck for two years before he’d lost that pendant.

Before he’d given it in secret to its intended recipient and told his wife it must have fallen off in some restaurant on some planet.

He tries not to move, to hold his posture exactly as it is. Any sudden movements would read as guilt.

He has nothing to feel guilty about.

He has a whole galaxy’s worth of wrongdoings to feel guilty about.

“Why’s that?” he asks, prompts her towards speech in a voice that he prays is not shaking.

Her eyes snap up to his face. They’re unreadable. She is unreadable. She is the last thing that stands in the way of Obi-Wan being able to cradle Anakin’s head in public, kiss him in broad daylight, and if he loved Anakin less, he would tear off the necklace and throw it to the ground in  front of her feet, dare her to rationalize that coincidence away, the same way she’s rationalized all the touches she’s seen, all the heavy looks, lovers’ feuds, piloting lessons.

But he loves Anakin.

And if a team of droids refuse to operate on him without his consent, he can’t just go and reveal their affair to his wife without the same.

“Why’s that?” he asks again, when she doesn’t say anything. He crosses his arms, higher than he usually would, in case the japor snippet is peaking out from the edge of his shirt collar.

“They said he was calling for someone,” Padmé Amidala-Skywalker says, soft as rain and bells and lace. “They thought it must have been his wife. When I told them I was his wife, they called me Mrs. Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan’s shoulders tense with the effort not to look at Anakin. He wants to see him suddenly so bad that it hurts, but he forces himself to hold eye contact. “How strange,” he murmurs instead of the myriad of things he wishes to say. “I’ve always thought the name Obi-Wan to be quite masculine.”

Padmé says nothing, but she does leave.

It feels less like a surrender, more like a retreat.

#asks #prompt fill #cheating au #when anakin wakes up obi-wan tells him he needs to choose #both because he cant stand not being the one informed of anakin's medical condition #and also because he thnks maybe padmé knows #and he needs anakin to choose before padmé confronts him or else he'll never be able to trust that anakin #honestly chose him #which he hopes he will but doesnt know for sure because this obi-wan is willing to have an affair and pulls one off for like 6yrs #but he's also an idiot #cw: infidelity #outtakes include obi-wan mentioning something offhanded about the conference #and padmé going omg!! you left the conference!!! what about the stewjoni agenda?? #and obi-wan (flushed) is like 'i wasnt thinking about the stewjoni agenda' #and padmé is like '......yes #i wasn't thinking about the naboo agenda as well......' #heavily implying 'but im his wife' #to which obi-wan would reply honestly much the same lol #obikin #tbh only obikin i know padme is mentioned a lot as his wife but nah #thats a plot point love #this is like my guilty pleasure au #i lose followers literally every time i post a snippet from this au but like it's gross and codependent and destructive #and ADDICTIVE