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sparklypinkflightsuit · 18 days

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Stars Align: Part 4

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Pining, Angst, Lots of Fluff, Hidden Feelings, Anger, Mentions of Abuse, Violence, Sexual Themes, Alcohol, Eventual Smut.

-- Part 3 Here --

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Past:

Bradley played with your hair as you fell asleep that night, humming to you until you were breathing soft snores in his ear. At one point you’d rolled over on your side and your arm came to rest across his torso.

Bradley smiled and traced patterns up and down your arm until he eventually dozed off too.

When the morning came and the sunlight blinded you, you stretched and rolled over into an upright position.

You turned back to look for Bradley but he was already gone. You groaned and shuffled out of bed and down the stairs.

Your mom was in the kitchen scrambling eggs.

“Morning my love, did you sleep okay?” She cooed, you gave her a side hug and yawned.

“Yeah, thanks mom, you?”

“Yeah not too bad, your dad snored a lot though.”

You laughed a breath through your nose, and walked into the dining room and stopped in your tracks.

“Morning sleepy head.” Bradley grinned, his hands behind his head as he stretched at your dining table, his dark hair a mess.

You forced a surprised smile down, he hadn’t left you after all.

“Morning.” You mumbled.

“Bradley and I are going to hit the hardware store after breakfast, but then we were thinking it might be fun to go down to the beach, how do you feel about that?” Your dad asked, getting up and kissing the top of your frizzy head, before moving to the kitchen to help your mom with breakfast.

“I wanna go to the beach!” Your little sister enthused, jumping up from her seat at the table and running after your dad.

“Yeah that sounds fun.” You grinned. Sitting down across from Bradley, you tried your best to act normal, but inside you a war of emotions raged.

On one hand, you desperately longed to hold onto your perfect friendship, you knew not everyone was lucky enough to have a best friend they felt as comfortable with as you did. But on the other hand, with each passing day your longing for him only grew stronger. You began to notice how long his eyelashes were, and that his teenage lankiness began to fill out into muscles, and his height suddenly began to suit him.

You were pulled from your thoughts as Bradley plopped a hand down in front of you on the table.

“Hey, I was thinking we could dig out my old bodyboards in the garage and practice skim boarding again.” He said with a grin.

You groaned, remembering how hard you wiped out the last time you tried, and how your breath was knocked out of you.

“No way, I suck.” You grimaced.

“Oh come on, how are you gonna get better if you don’t practice? Plus I’ll hold your hand this time.”

You blushed and looked down at your hands.

“Yeah okay, I guess I could try again.”

When you looked back up, you were struck with the gentle affection in Bradley’s eyes, as he beamed a cheeky grin at you.

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Present:

You’d just finished packing away your 4th box, when there was a knock on your door. So soft and faint you barely heard it.

You walked over to the door and opened it a crack.

“What am I, your drug dealer? Let me in, woman.” Gabby groaned behind her giant sunglasses, 2 large cups of coffee and a bag of pastries in her hands. She stood hunched over, like she would break if she didn’t find a sofa soon.

You threw the door open and she stumbled in, thrusting the drinks and food in your arms and collapsing on your sofa with a loud groan.

“Woah, you look worse than I feel. I thought you would be ok, I drank way more than you did.” You laughed.

“I may have stopped at a bar on the way home, met a guy, had a few more, was fun. But I am dying.” She breathed.

“So you decided to get out of bed, travel halfway across town, pick up coffee and then climb 5 flights of stairs to come here?” You raised your eyebrows at her.

“Elevators fixed, but yes. I need my best girl while I die. Plus… the guy I met is still at my apartment.” She groaned.

You laughed and sat down next to her, handing her the latte she’d ordered and a pain au chocolat, and gave her a run down of your night.

“Wait wait wait, so you’re telling me the boy you were madly in love with in high school - now a total hunk by the way, wow - came back to your apartment, and you didn’t fuck?” Gabby lifted her sunglasses to look at you like you were losing your mind.

“Gabs it’s the first time we’ve seen each other in well over a decade, and we had a lot of catching up to do. Plus, I highly doubt he feels that way about me.”

“But… you do still have feelings don’t you? I could see the way you looked at him in the club. Your eyes were practically heart shaped. And I know a slack jaw when I see one, he definitely had one of those when he saw you.”

You chuckled, “Uhm… I dunno. I mean he’s different now. Not the boy I fell in love with… but he’s better, somehow. He’s really grown up.”

“Hmmm yeah I bet he’s grown in other places too.” She stretched and yawned. “I’m climbing into bed. Join me?” She pleaded.

“Yeah, go pick a movie and I’ll be in soon.” You shooed Gabby off to your bedroom and got up to fish out some clean clothes. You were still in your dress from last night and the lace was beginning to make you itchy.

You opened up a box you thought your pj’s would be in and pulled out a wad of old clothes. Something small and metallic clanked to the floor.

You bent down and held the chain up to the light, a small inscribed ring dangling in front of you.

You laughed in surprise as you inspected it. You hadn’t seen this since you met Jacob, and it had suddenly gone missing from your nightstand. The ring Bradley had given you when he found out you were moving, the one that was identical to the ring he’d had made for himself, so you’d always remember one another and the friendship you held so close to your heart.

You pouted and let out another soft laugh as you read the inscription.

‘B&B ~ When The Stars Align We’ll Reunite’

You had thought it was silly when you were younger, a line from Bradley’s favourite book, one you’d constantly teased him for reading, but now you couldn’t help but marvel at the accuracy and timing.

It’s like Bradley knew, deep down, that you’d find a way back to one another again some day.

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Past:

You stepped onto the hot sand and shielded the sun from your eyes as you looked towards the packed shore.

Bradley sidled up next to you and put an arm around your shoulder. “Ready to wipe out?” He joked.

You looked up at him with a look of mock disgust, “You do realise I’m already hesitant to make a fool of myself in front of all these people, right?”

Bradley grinned and put you in a headlock, you squealed and struggled as he ruffled your hair again.

You pulled away and glared at him, “That’s it, you are SO dead!”

Bradley stuck out his tongue and you chased after him, eventually catching up when he stopped for a second and jumping onto his back. You proceeded you ruffle up his hair in revenge.

“That doesn’t bother me as much as it bothers you.” He pointed out, you sighed, and linked your arms around his neck. Bradley gave you a piggyback as he followed your parents and siblings to an empty spot on the sand.

“Brad! Hey Brad!” An annoyingly cool voice called from the spot next to it.

“Oh. Hi Michelle.” He responded coldly, gripping your legs around his waist tighter. You frowned as you watched her approach, and she barely acknowledged your presence.

Bradley gently put you down on the sand.

“Look, I was hoping we could talk… about last night.” Michelle purred, you could tell she was trying to act sorry, but it wasn’t very convincing.

“I’m a little busy right now.” Bradley said.

“Please? I’ll just be a few minutes, promise.” She fluttered her long eyelashes and Bradley sighed.

“Okay, be right back, Birdy.” And before you knew it they were both walking down the beach and away from you.

You lay out your beach towel and sat down, stretching your legs out to catch some sun. Your mom sat down next to you and fished your book out of her bag, which you took happily.

''Who's the girl?'' your mom asked.

''No one important, just one of the popular girls from school.'' You mumbled as you opened your book.

''Does Bradley like her?''

''What do you think, mom? She looks about 25 with those boobs, what guy wouldn't?''

Your mom chuckled, smoothing sunscreen on her legs. ''He doesn't look at her the same way he looks at you, though.''

You looked over at your mom quizzically, ''What? Like a little sister?'' you laughed, masking your slightly piqued interest.

''That's not what we see. Bradley's a good kid, Y/N, and we know he'd take good care of you if you were... more than friends.''

''Ew, gross mom. No we're just friends, that's all we'll ever be.'' you pretended to be grossed out at the idea as you went back to your book, but your eyes kept flickering back to the shoreline to try and find Bradley.

''Mhmm, sure honey, if that's how you feel.'' but your parents knew better.

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Present:

You and Gabby spent the rest of the day in bed, alternating between movies, sleep and running to the bathroom to upheave the copious amounts of alcohol that burnt away at your stomach linings.

Eventually Gabby felt well enough to brave her apartment, and said goodnight to you. You closed the door behind her and sighed, the apartment feeling empty and cold.

You decided to take a shower and wash away the rest of the icky hangover, and you'd then order pizza or tacos while you watched another movie.

You climbed into the shower and the hot water flowed down your aching body. Your muscles and your feet hated you for the ordeal you'd put them through, and you moaned at the feeling of the water relaxing you.

You tried to clear your mind, but one thought kept making its way back to you over and over again. Bradley.

You kept thinking about his big arms as he hovered over you in the bar, and his thick, veiny neck. You thought somehow his lips looked more plump, fuller, and wondered what it would feel like to kiss them, or how his beefy hands would feel running down your body.

Suddenly there was a loud knock on your door that you could hear even under the running shower, and you gasped, your dirty thoughts rudely interrupted. You were sure it was Gabby, maybe she'd forgotten something or realised her date from last night was still in her apartment and she didn't want to deal with the situation.

You groaned and wrapped a towel around you, not even bothering to dry off properly as you padded towards the living room and to the door. You threw the door open.

''Gabs if you're about to ask me to get rid of-''

It wasn't Gabby.

''Woah, sorry Birdy.'' Bradley stood with his arm propped up against the door frame, taking in your wet form. He was wearing a suit and loosened tie, and stank of whiskey. ''Didn't mean to interrupt.' He mumbled.

You stepped back so he could come in, ''Brad, what are you doing here?'' you asked, ''Aren't you meant to be at the reception right about now?''

Bradley stumbled inside, ''Yeah, but it's the funniest thing, I couldn't enjoy myself.''

''Why not? Smells like you've been having a great time.'' you chuckled as you disappeared into the bathroom to turn off the shower. Bradley followed you, slightly tipsy but not as bad as the night before.

''I couldn't stop thinking about you.'' He stated, leaning against the door frame.

You turned to face him, gripping the towel tightly, suddenly conscious of the thin layer being the only thing protecting the last part of you Bradley had never seen before.

''What do you mean?''

''I go back to California in the morning, come with me.'' he stated.

You scoffed, walking past him to your bedroom.

''I can't, Bradley. I start my new job tomorrow. I don't think they'll be happy with me taking vacation days so soon.''

''I don't mean vacation, Birdy, I mean move to California with me.'' he said seriously, following you to the bedroom.

You spun round and shot him a look of confusion. ''How drunk are you?''

''I'm not drunk. I've been thinking about this all day, for the last 16 years actually, I have missed you every single day and I want my best friend back.''

''You know I miss you, and I'd love to see you every day like we used to, but we're grown ups now Bradley, we have lives and jobs and I can't just follow you across the country so we can hang out more.'' you huffed, trying to find something to wear.

''Birdy would you just stop for a second? I know you've got this fancy new job, but you never wanted to be a teacher growing up, you wanted to be an artist like your mom, why won't you just do that?'' he crossed over and stood in front of you.

You looked up at him, exasperated, ''You think it's that easy? That I'll paint and be able to just make a living that way? You know it's not, that's why my mom had to get a real job. I can't just follow you on a whim.''

Bradley sighed and shook his head, ''You can stay with me, that way there's no pressure to make money right away.'' he was pleading now, desperate to convince you.

''Bradley, as much as I want to, I can't.'' you said softly this time, turning to fully face him, water dripping from your hair and rolling down your chest. Bradleys eyes followed a drop and he noticed the thing hanging around your neck.

He breathed out a soft chuckle, his fingers softly skimming your collarbone as he picked up the inscribed ring. Goosebumps covered your skin and you fought back a shiver.

''You kept it.'' he breathed.

''Of course.'' you lied, you wouldn't tell him now that you'd actually misplaced it and only found it earlier.

Bradley gently let go of the necklace and reached into his shirt, pulling out a slightly warn, scratched version. His own ring.

You bit back the sudden urge to sob, as you picked the ring up from his fingers, looking at the thing he so clearly wore every day around his neck.

You looked up at Bradley with teary eyes, and he brought a hand up to stroke your hair out of your face.

''Please just think about it, I'll leave you my number and my home address, my door is always open.'' He breathed.

You nodded, ''I'll think about it.''

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Past:

Half an hour passed and finally Bradley returned, a grin plastered across his face. He sat down on your towel facing you, moving your legs either side of him as he grinned down at you, your book blocking the sun that threatened to blind you. You moved the book slightly and eyed him suspiciously.

''What?'' you asked, covering your eyes with your book as you continued to read.

''I have a girlfriend.'' Bradley sang, and your heart stopped. You closed your book and sat up on your elbows.

''I repeat, what?''

''Yup, Michelle apologised for ditching last night. She said she really likes me and was just nervous about the whole thing. I'm taking her out tonight.'' He grinned, softly tapping your legs like a set of drums.

''Good for you.'' you rolled your eyes and pulled your legs away, standing up and walking to the waterline.

Bradley got up and jogged after you, ''Why aren't you happy for me?''

''I am happy for you, Bradley, your dream girl is finally yours, congrats.'' you said bitterly.

Bradley rounded you and stopped you from walking any further, ''Is this because you don't like Michelle?''

You pushed passed him, ''No, she's fine. Just don't come crying to me when she breaks your heart.''

You left Bradley standing hurt and confused on the beach as you went for a swim to cool off, you should have pretended to be happier for him, and felt bad for your mood, but Michelle wasn't right for him and you knew she was bad news.

You just hoped Bradley would figure that out for himself before she did any real damage.

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Present:

You didn't sleep that night. You spent the entire time tossing and turning, and staring at the piece of paper with Bradleys cell number and address on it.

He was right when he said teaching wasn't your dream, but when your dream was as unrealistic as yours, you had no other choice.

You could either stay in New York and do something meaningful, moulding young minds and making a difference, just allowing the years to pass uneventfully, hopefully find a nice man and forget about Bradley all over again. Or you could follow Bradley, and give your dream a real try, enjoying life to the fullest.

But what if you did go to California, and life wasn't what you'd hoped it would be? What if moving in with him only made your feelings grow stronger, what if you started the whole cycle all over again, of loving him and losing him and having to overcome those dark feelings on your own again. What if you told him how you felt, and he got all weirded out and it ruined things.

What if you lost Gabby through all of this, and were never able to find a job as good as the one you had now.

There were so many 'what ifs' that plagued you as you desperately sought sleep, but by the time the sun came up, you were no closer to making a decision.

You got dressed and made your way to the school, meeting Gabby outside as you'd planned to do, and she looked much fresher than the day before.

''Hey, how did it go with your lodger?'' you joked.

She blew out a tuft of air, and looked at you awkwardly.

''What?'' you chuckled, as you walked together through the school gates.

''Yeah, we're kinda dating now. His name is Mark.'' she fluttered her eyelashes.

''What? You said he was creepy!'' you groaned at her.

Gabby sighed, ''Yeah, I know, but let's be real, it's hard to find any good ones these days. Plus he's not that bad once you get to know him.''

You suddenly stopped in your tracks, unable to move any further. Realisation suddenly dawning over you as you scrunched up your face and groaned.

''What is it?'' Gabby stopped and turned to face you.

''Gabby you're totally right. And I gotta go. I'll explain later.'' you kissed Gabby on the cheek and turned around, running out of the school grounds as quick as you could.

You had a plane to catch.

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bey0nd-1he-stars · 5 months

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4th Advent - Celebrating Christmas with the marauders

Masterlists Pairing: Poly!marauders x reader (James x Sirius x Remus x you) Warnings: Christmas(?) otherwise, none Wordcount: 1190 Summary: Celebrating Christmas with the marauders, opening presents and cuddling.

“Merry Christmas, love!” James caught you in his arms just before you took the last step down the stairs. He picked you and spun you around before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. You buried your hands in his hair and enjoyed the warmth he spread throughout your body and the feeling of his gentle lips against yours. You eventually pulled away and settled for burying your face against his neck, holding him close. James let out a long sight and you felt him relax against you.

Soon Sirius and Remus came down the stairs too. Sirius joined the hug while Remus settled for a peck on each of your lips before heading into the kitchen to get started on breakfast. You, James and Sirius soon joined him, putting on tea and coffee, baking some scones and setting the table. When everything was put on the table you all sat down and enjoyed breakfast. It was a cozy Christmas morning with snow falling outside the windows. You caught Remus' loving gaze from over his steaming cup of tea and you watched with love how James happily made everyone’s scones just as you all like it.

“Here you go, love,” James placed your plate with a scone on it in front of you and you smiled in thanks. Sirius had already finished his breakfast when the rest of you were halfway done so he started to put away the things you didn’t want and he did the dishes he could. The rest of you were done at the same time and you all helped Sirius with the rest of the kitchen cleaning that was left. Then James pulled you all away to the living room where the christmas tree stood with all the presents underneath. You all sat down around the tree, taking turns in giving out your presents to each other. Sirius insisted on going first.

“I just want to see your reaction to it,” he laughed as he gave it to you.

“Should I be scared?” you joked but took the present nonetheless and began peeling the paper off. Inside was a book with golden text on the cover. ‘My heart in a book’ it read and when you flipped it open you were met with pages and pages of pictures of the four of you along with small notes and letters he’d written you. Tears gathered in your eyes and you flung yourself into the arm of Sirius Black and you never wanted to let go.

“I take it you like it?” His words were muffled by your hair but you nodded and hugged him a bit tighter if that was even possible. You knew he’d given books like that to Remus and James but they’d been together far longer than you had and you knew that these books were a big thing for Sirius.

“Thank you. So much. I love you, you know?” You pressed a kiss to the side of his head and Sirius nodded an answer. “Yeah, I know. I love you too.” You both pulled away from each other and you sat down on your previous spot.

“Remus, my first one’s for you,” you plucked it from the pile and handed it over to him. YYou’d gotten him a new journal since you’d noticed his was starting to run out of empty pages. He almost never showed any of you what he wrote in it but you knew it meant a lot to him so you’d gotten him a custom made one with your animal’s footprints on the cover. He smiled at the thoughtful gift, pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and thanked you sincerely. You smiled at him and mumbled an “of course” in return.

Remus went next and gave a present to James who smiled a broad smile and tore open the paper. Inside was a book with his mom’s recipes. James’ parents had both passed not even a year ago and you all knew James missed them terribly. He’d also recently gotten into cooking more so this present was from all of you. You’d all helped gather the recipes and Sirius had written them down since his penmanship was the best out of the three of you. You and Remus had bound the book together and you’d painted small pictures for every page.

James flipped through it and tears started to fall from his eyes when he saw what it was. You were first to gather him up in your arms and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him and he started thanking all of you immensely for the gift. He gathered himself again and you gently dried the tears from his cheeks. He gave you a thankful but weak smile.

“Phew, okay. Let’s get on with it,” he laughed through the tears and pulled out another present from under the tree. “This one’s for you, Pads.”

Sirius took it from him and opened it with great care. James had gifted him a camera and a light lit up in Sirius’ eyes when he saw what it was. He’d been talking about getting into photography for almost half a year but he’d never gotten the time to even get himself a camera.

“Thank you, Prongs! This is perfect!” His smile was wide and you couldn’t help but smile with him at the sight of him so happy. He stood up and backed away a bit, raising the camera to his eyes.

“Can you three scoot a bit closer together? I need my first photo to be of you three.”

You saw how Remus practically melted at his comment but did as he was asked and pulled you into his side. You dragged James with you so you were pressed between them. Sirius counted and on three you all smiled lovingly and Sirius captured it. He looked at it for a while, still smiling like crazy.

“It will probably be the most beautiful photo I’ll ever take,” he mumbled. At that James got up and kissed him.

When you all had settled down again you gave out the rest of the presents. You’d gotten Sirius a new pair of earrings too and Remus gifted him a roll of empty film for when the first one in the camera got full. James and Remus had gotten you new paint and a new sketchbook. James got some other kitchen supplies and a new blanket. Sirius got Remus a pair of knitted jumpers and a pack of fluffy socks. When all the presents were opened you gathered the present paper and threw it away, cleaning up after yourselves and then settled down in a cuddling heap on the couch.

Remus made all of you hot chocolate and Sirius put on a movie. Snow was still falling outside the windows when you let yourself fall into Sirius’ arms, letting your feet rest in James’ lap and Remus snuggled into James’ side, holding his cup in his sweater clad hands. It wasn’t a very luxurious Christmas day but it was spent with your favorite people so what more could you ask for?

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apomaro-mellow · 6 months

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Matchmaking Harringtons 6

Okay I lied we got at least a couple more parts to go

Eddie had taken Steve on a date where they went to the music store to buy some cassettes and listen to them in his van.

"You really wanna go to work on a date?", Steve had asked.

"It's not the store I work at, so it doesn't count", Eddie had grinned. Eddie had just got paid and his first priority was always new music.

They both grabbed something, which Eddie paid for, while Steve got them lunch. They ate in the front seat of his van while listening to each other's music.

"I think I told you about how my family's coming into town for the 4th of July?", Steve said, halfway through his sandwich.

"A whole haggle of Harrington's, huh? Is there enough hairspray in Hawkins?"

"We might need to go to the next town over. Anyway, my parents said it was okay to invite you. If you wanted to come. You know, if you wanted."

"Wait, is there where I'm introduced to the don and told to kill a cop if I want your hand in marriage?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "The mob jokes weren't funny with my parents and they're not funny with me."

"I think your parents are funny", Eddie smirked.

"You wouldn't think so if you knew they thought of setting me up with some mafia guy. Ritchie or something." Steve wrapped up the half of his sandwich that he didn't eat. "Anyway, do you wanna go? It's a big step for us but-"

Eddie put his own on the dashboard. "Can we go back to the fact that your parents wanted to set you up with a mobster? Should I be worried?"

"According to my folks, he's a numbskull, so no. And they like you, so I wouldn't worry about anything. But I get it if you don't wanna be thrown to aunts and cousins. I mean I haven't even told the rest of my family that I'm...you know."

Steve hadn't even really thought about coming out to his extended family. Coming out to his mom and dad had been such a spur of the moment thing.

"Steve, if they're anything like Diane and Jonas, they'll have arranged a 'Steve is Gay' parade for you", Eddie smiled.

Steve covered his face. "God, you're right. I'm pretty sure I saw my mom starting a wedding scrapbook."

"A what-?!", Eddie squeaked.

"A nothing!"

Eddie cleared his throat. "On second thought....This family event sounds like a tall order for me. I think you need to convince me a little, make it up to me baby. I'm about to put in some heavy work."

Steve's response was to look Eddie up and down slowly, they move into the back of his van. Before they had gotten together, it had been a sparse area with little knick-knacks from things Eddie had hauled in the past. But since officially getting with Steve, Eddie always made sure to have a thick blanket and a couple of pillows at the ready.

They were currently parked near the quarry. It was nice, considering they didn't have a lot of places that they could be out publicly.

"Eddie~", Steve sang once he got back there, prompting his boyfriend to practically pounce on him.

"And ho~w exactly do you plan on making it up to me, hm?", Eddie asked as before pecking Steve's lips.

Steve chuckled and petted Eddie's hair, then pulled it away from his ear to whisper in it. "I'm gonna make you cum in your pants."

Eddie collapsed on top of Steve with a moan that was only a little exaggerated. From the moment he saw him walk into the music store, he wanted to get his hands on him. And every day that was able to was like a dream.

Steve flipped them over and kissed his lips, pulling back with a bite. Steve never got tired of kissing him. Any time they were alone his lips were on Eddie within five minutes. That one time, the two of them really had been looking at magazines before starting to grind on each other in his bed. Well now it was time to finish the job.

After nibbling on Eddie's lips a little more, Steve sucked at his neck. He could feel it warm in his mouth and could help but bite into it. Eddie was a biter himself and it had infected Steve. He tugged his shirt down a bit and kissed at his collarbone. Steve dragged his hands down Eddie's chest and sat up, straddling his hips.

Eddie let out a grunt. He was already at half-mast thanks to Steve's promise.

"You really want me that badly?", Steve whispered.

Eddie nodded quickly. "Always do."

Steve started slow, dragging his lower half from the top of Eddie's hips all the way down to the bottom of his crotch. Eddie whimpered every time their groins lined up. His hips jumped but it was clear he was holding back. Steve smiled and kissed his lips. Eddie was good at that, restraining himself because he didn't want to scare Steve off. He let Steve set the pace. And seeing how much Eddie desired him but still waited for permission was such a turn on.

He groaned as he pressed his own hard on against Eddie's. Steve fisted the blanket underneath them and started to get lost in the feeling. Eddie finally grabbed his hips, then his hands trailed down to Steve's ass, a cheek in each hand.

"Eddie~ Ah, uhn~"

Steve's breaths were starting to pitch and Eddie knew what that meant, knew what his love needed. One of Eddie's hands drifted upwards, all the way until he was caressing his cheek.

"Open up, baby."

Steve's lips parted and Eddie slipped two fingers between them, letting his boyfriend suck to his heart's content while they rutted against in the back of his van. It was fucking heaven. Steve moaned around his fingers, so greedy for it that he grabbed Eddie's wrist as if he would ever take them away.

Eddie was looking up at an absolute vision. It was like Steve was using him to get off. And that thought had Eddie bucking into him as he came, certain the van was rocking now. Steve looked down, moaning at the sight of the wet spot in Eddie's pants. That pushed Steve over the edge and he bit down lightly on Eddie's fingers as he did.

The air was filled with their panting while they came down from their high."

"Mmm", Eddie moaned as he took his fingers from Steve's mouth. "Got any other family obligations? A wedding? A graduation?"

"You lookin' to book another appearance already?", Steve grinned.

"If my compensation is like this, I'll be as regular as a fiber pill."

Steve couldn't choose between laughing or kissing so he did both, pressing his lips to Eddie while giggling through it.

Part 8

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sometipsygnostalgic · 11 days

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One thing interesting about Dungeon Meshi's pacing (this ask contains no spoilers and also I feel the fandom's been especially lousy with spoilers) is that it was serialized in a magazine that came out 10 times a year (so monthly but skipping January and a 2nd month that changed up over the years); The anime got to the end of the first year halfway through episode 5, the end of the 2nd year with episode 9, the end of the 3rd year with episode 13, and will finish the 4th year with next ep

FOUR YEARS. WHAT???

#slowass anime had an even slower ass manga #i heard the author finished it early so they could play bg3 #which is even funnier considering this pacing

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creativemessbyvd · 5 days

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'I'm in love with a Jedi' Support Group - One Shot

Happy May 4th! In honor of this day, have the full one-shot of this post that still makes the rounds here and people seem to find fun! All mistakes are mine, I just finished and it is 1:50 am for me! But I will clean it up and post it to Ao3 later today. Enjoy!

Now on AO3!

Read on if you like Anidala, Codywan, Dinluke, Hanleia, Quinfox, Kesett, Blyala, Kanera, alongside Grogu being cute and getting too many cookies!

Description: Din gets jumped on the way back home and wakes to find he has been welcomed into a 'secret club' made for those who fell for Jedi and now have to deal with Force Osik.

A Star Wars May 4th One-Shot

Din was no idiot. He had clocked the people following him since he had been halfway through his market run. But they were good at hiding themselves. He knew at least four people were keeping a close eye on him. But every time he had tried to look more closely, they had hidden themselves among the crowd. It was a Sunday at 10 am, which meant that the market was especially packed. Part of the reason he had decided to leave Grogu and Luke at home, big crowds left them more tired. It was fun, they definitely enjoyed their time out and about, but by the end of it, both would be tired the rest of the day. Considering they would have visitors later tonight, he and Luke had agreed that it was better that he took care of the shopping so they would all have the energy to host later tonight.

And now he was even more glad he had left them at home. He did not need Luke and Grogu exposed to someone looking for a fight. Din was 70% sure these people were looking for the Darksaber. Most of the time, challengers came alone, but more than once some random Mandalorian would come with their clan to try to intimidate him as he was challenged. It could also have been just someone who wanted Din's armor, but that they were good at evading him made him consider this was no mere group of criminals looking to jump him.

Still, Din kept on and finished his purchases. No need for them to know he knew they were there. He hoped as soon as he got done with the Challenge for the tittle of Mand'alor (which he still did not want, at all), he would be free to grab his stuff and get home in time to give Grogu his cookies before naptime. The kid would not be happy if he didn't give him the cookies before. Otherwise, after naptime it would be too close to lunch time for a snack. Grogu loved those blue cookies. He would rather avoid having his child give him a cold shoulder, Din would prefer going against another Krayt Dragon.

Saying goodbye to a regular vendor that delighted in spoiling Grogu with his favorite cookies, Din made his way seemingly towards home. He tried to shake his tail, he would fight if necessary, but he would rather just go home and deal with this idiots on another day. But, they were good and he couldn't shake them. Din had to admit that getting to let off some steam from his nerves about tonight's dinner would not be a bad thing. He took a couple of more turns, and quickly dived into a hidden alley. As he settled in the shadow of the entrance, expecting to jump whoever came lookign for him, he did not expect the blow to the back of his head.

It was never good to be knocked out, but at least they had placed him in a comfortable chair. He made sure not to move or change his deep breathing. His helmet was still on, and he could feel the Darksaber still on his hip. He could not see yet all that clearly, but the tranquilizer was fast working and already leaving his system. He could still not hear, but his vision was now good enough that he could see he was in front of a window. What was he doing in the only building in their town that was so high up to see over the whole market? As he pondered this, trying to remember what the building was (a Hotel he was sure), his hearing finally returned enough to hear the heavy steps coming towards him from the left. He tensed as he heard a familiar voice, which immediately overrode his instinct to pretend to still be knocked out beacause he knew that voice.

"You can stop pretending, I know you are awake." Commander Fox had now sat down next to him on a couch, in what as he gazed around, he could clearly tell was indeed a Hotel room. Fox was holding a beer on one hand and another he offered to Din, who on auto took it. As Fox opened his, the door opened and more surprised entered.

Leading the group, was Luke's mother, Padme Skywalker, holding some bags clearly also from the market. Han Solo came next, also carrying more bags. Both headed straight for the little kitchen to the left of the front door. After Han, Hera Syndulla and Commander Bly enter next, deep in conversation. They sit at the bar that separetes the kitchen from the sitting area as Padme directs Han to put away the food they had brought. The last to enter are Commander Cody and Boba Fett, both sporting matching scowls directed towards Din.

Din might still be under the influence of the drug, he can only stare open-mouthed while holding a beer on one hand as everyone else (who were suppossed to arrive for dinner in the evening) moves around like Din hadn't been knocked out and brought here.

As he opens his mouth, willing to ask what was going, Cody and Boba approach them and now he can see their piercing gazes are not for Din, but rather, for Fox.

"Fox, drugging him was not the plan!" Despite having only known the man for a few years, and already as an adult, Din still felt like a misbehaving ad whenever Cody used his "Commander Voice" (as Luke called it) around him.

"This is a secret meeting, we have done the same for every single one of the members. Besides, needed to test how well he could avoid us."

"He is a trained Mandalorian and the current Mand'alor! You already know how good he is!"

"What if it had been an imposter posing as him? Couldn't risk it."

"Fox, are you listening to yourself!"

As Cody continued to fight with his brother, Boba grabbed Din and gotten him to his feet, taking the beer off his hand and directing him to the bar. Hera had now moved to help in the kitchen with Han as Padme directed them in chopping various things. Bly had moved as Boba and Din approached to also join in the scolding of Fox, all three now almost screaming at each other.

"Did I hear that right? Din, are you okay honey? C'mon, grab a seat, and have some water." Padme motioned to the stools and Boba directed a still dumbstruck Din to seat. He also gave him a water bottle and padded his arm. Din finally managed to stop pretending to be a fish and removed his helmet. He tried to get his hair in some order before drinking the whole bottle. He turned to Boba finally asked what was going on.

"Welcome to the club, cousin. The plan wasn't to knock you out, that was all Fox. He insists on doing that to 'preserve our secrets' or some osik like that."

"Club?"

"It's more of a support group."

"Support for what?"

"The Force."

"What?"

"Boba, you are confusing him more!" That was Cody, who had left Bly to deal with Fox.

"Then you come and explain it then!"

"Boys, boys, keep it calm please! Here Din, I think you will need this." Hera had opened up some wine and had given him the first glass. As she continued to pass them about, Han and Padme, who were still chopping and now putting stuff to cook at the stove, took pity on the confused face Din was sporting to explain more.

"Back in the Clone Wars, I stumbled upon Cody, Fox and Bly lamenting on the fact that they were in secret relationships with Force Users and it was too much sometimes when none understood anything about the Force. Considering that my own marriage back then had been a secret, I offered to host some get togethers to just unwind and tell each other our woes when it came to the things we encountered with our significant others." Padme finally deemed everything ready let it cook on its own and grabbed the final wine glass Hera passed to her. Cody, Boba, Bly and Fox had come around now to listen to her explanation.

"And as more of us got together with our partners, we were 'kidnapped' and brought into the club, so don't take it personally." Han was hard at work as he added some herbs to the boiling pot at the stove, under Padme's watchful eye. Din was surprised to see how confident Han was in the kitchen and with his mother-in-law. Din had seen him be on edge when in the same room as Anakin Skywalker, so this was a true change of character. But Din understood, Padme had that way of being that made you be calm in her presence. Din knew that Luke share that trait with her, always so quick to make both Grogu and Din be at ease in his presence. Oh no.

"Luke and Grogu!" How could he be so stupid as to forget? As he stood up, Cody got next to him and forced him to settle him down back in the chair.

"Easy there, don't worry. Luke knows that you are safe, and we made sure that those groceries you were carrying got home to them. It's been taken care of." Din could breath easier at that, finally taking a small sip of the wine as he let the adrenaline go. Hera offered to refill it and he accepted, as Fox crossed his arms and shot his brother a scowl from the other end of the bar.

"You better not have given our position or meeting away, Cody!"

"Not very secretive to be in the only Hotel in town, Fox."

"Fox still thinks we should keep these meetings as secret as possible, as if by now, over 20 years after the fact, the whole Galaxy was not aware of our relationships." Bly offered, sitting next to Din and blocking a fuming Fox.

"Those security measures kept us safe, Bly! What do you think would have happened had Palpatine figured it out?"

"Death most certainly but he has been dead for decades Fox! If we want to hang out, we can do so like normal people!" Bly had turned now to address Fox and they continued squabbling.

"Now, its more about keeping it secret from our partners, or rather, Fox's." Hera offered, as she helped Padme with some sandwhiches and passed those around too.

"IF VOS FINDS OUT HE WILL CRASH OUR MEETINGS!" This seemed to be a common phrase from Fox, as Din saw Bly, who had turned his back to Fox to face Din, mimic his sentence in an exaggerated manner for everyone's amusement. Fox still noticed though and tackled Bly to the ground, but no one batted an eye to this or stopped them either.

Din remembered then that everyone here was supposed to be at his and Luke's home later in teh evening and couldn't fathom how they were keeping it all a secret. He was sure that Luke would have asked after his whereabouts, regardless of Cody being the one to explain Din was safe.

"What exactly does Luke think I am doing?"

"Told him I needed your Bounty Hunter expertise for something. Obi Wan knew I had some last minute business and that I would arrive earlier to get your input, he should still be on his way with Anakin and Leia, we still have that congratulary dinner to get to at your place tonight after all."

"And everyone else?" He turned to Han and Hera. Han answered first, finally getting away from the stove. He took the sandwich Padme offered and leaned against the fridge.

"I was already with Padme on some business, so I offered to bring her with me. As far as Leia knows, we are still on our way." He dove into the food as Hera explained next.

"Kanan thinks I'm wrapping up some business too, he was dropping off Jacen and we will meet at your place."

"I'm on my way from Tatooine and Cal should still be on route from Coruscant." Boba had already finsihed his own sandwich as Din was barely on his first bite. His cousin was grabbing onto Bly's plate when Padme wacked him with a spatula. She motioned for him to make his second sandwich himself as she turned to the two still on the floor.

"Fox, Bly! Stop playing and come get your sandwich or I'm giving them to Boba!"

That got them both off the floor quick. Padme smiled and nodded as she saw them take their plates, finally diving into their own. Din was still confused on one thing though, which he couldn't help but voice.

"Why bring me in now? Because we invited you today?"

"Oh no, we were just waiting for you and Luke to finally admit it to each other." Hera explained.

"We … didn't want to push you into something you might not actually want." Bly offered sheepishly.

"Even if it was very painfully obvious. OW!" Han had smacked in the stomach by Padme, who just smiled serenely towards Din as if nothing had happened.

"Even if you hadn't actually gotten with Luke we had a backup plan, you still have a child who is force sensitive, I know what that feels like, and so does Hera." Both mothers looked at each other and then to Din, who felt better about all of this.

"It always better when you know you have people in your corner who understand the realities of having Force users around." Cody's tone was full of wisdom, gaze momentarily lost in the past and in his own insecurities when he first started seeing Obi Wan.

"Yeah, the realities that they will pull the craziest osik and blame it all on the Force." Boba chirped in, and Cody had to agree. Both had more than once compared notes and guessed that like with orange tookas, red-headed Jedi were some of the most unexpected types of Jedi in terms of what they would try to pull and then blame it all on 'the will of the Force'.

"Seriously, Din, we aren't just saying it, if you ever need anything, you can come to any of us." Bly had finished his sandwich and proceeded to the kitchen to wash the dishes, patting Din's shoulder as he went.

"Or if you just need to vent, we got a group chat that is only for documenting the wild Force osik of every day life." Han had started it, and he was very proud of the secret shots of the craziest things he had caught Leia doing.

He didn't know what to say, but he felt he would make a fool of himself if he tried to speak pass the lump in his throat and preferred to keep quiet. He had been apprehensive in hosting the big dinner tonight, he knew everyone here, most were his family, and many others', family to Luke. As Hera and Fox got close to add him to the various chats, he considered that this was definitely a good surprise.

As Padme asked after Grogu, Din was encouraged to share as many crazy stories as he wanted, and he felt good once he got going and found all the others sharing in similar stories. Padme and Hera, as the other parents to Force Sensitive Children, gave him tips on how to Force proof the upper cabinets to stop Grogu from getting cookies whenever he wanted. So far, Din and Luke had hidden them, but Grogu was good at catching Luke in the act of getting the snacks and then going back for more. He also learned that Obi Wan was, like Luke, very likely to set things floating if left too long to his mediation. Cody had to force his husband to communicate when he would do longer meditation sessions on harder days, so that Cody could be prepared to time him and have food and water ready for the drop after. He also caught snippets of Fox talking to Boba on their own Jedi's particular brand of abilities, Boba sharing some recent incident that had left Cal very distraught on some memories on old Jedi texts he found on a mission. Fox had his own stories and offered to share some of the tea that helped calm down Quinlan when he had tough visions.

Upon hearing the word tea, Han had to intervene saying that he felt that the last tea Cody had recommended to calm Leia's excessive energy had done the opposite of calming her down. At that, Padme and Bly interjected on how to best burn that energy when meditation didn't really work on their own Jedi. From what Din understood, not all Jedi could calm down by simply mediating, like Luke, Obi Wan and Kanan preferred traditional meditation. Some, like Cal and Quinlan, would need to tire themselves out first before meditating; while Anakin, Leia and Aayla would be the kind who any sort of calm meditation would leave them more cranky than relaxed. Din could understand that, Grogu was more manageable if he was allowed to play first, otherwise he would not accept quiet, sitting meditation. Jacen, Hera mentioned, was much the same, and from what Padme shared, it was common for young Force users to be the same way. As children, neither Leia or Luke had wanted to stay still in meditation, Anakin and Obi Wan had to tire them out first so they could properly have a calm mind. On the other hand, Cody mentioned, Obi Wan had a very hard time with a young Anakin, who had never taken to meditating as a young boy. Obi Wan had instead opted for moving meditation, which left Anakin more calm and collected than forcing him to sit down in the traditional way. Hera felt that maybe she would bring it up to Kanan for their son, and Cody told her that Obi Wan would love nothing else than to talk on his tips on raising the "Choosen One".

Topics changed quickly and everyone was in more than one conversation with some other little group, and Din sat and took it all in. He noticed Padme by the stove and helped her in checking for salt as she was too short for the big pot. She was going to bring it for tonight's dinner and Din was grateful to have her do most of the talking. He loved that soon, Fox had taken out more beer and everyone was relaxed and happy, and Din felt content. He felt better and he didn't even know he had felt in any distress before. It was not how his day was planned but he already knew his life was anything but normal. He hadn't realized he might need someone to ask whenever something that Luke taught Grogu left him confused but also made him feel stupid for not knowing, scared to ask. But those around him understood him, and that left him strangely comforted. He felt happy, and couldn't wait to get home to Luke and Grogu, to share this precious moments with his new family.

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On the other side of the town, on the outskirts, Luke felt a small disturbance as he and Grogu meditated. The Force wasn't warning him of any danger, but rather seemed to be … amused. Then, his door was thrown open, and Quinlan Vos barged in with a bunch of bags, most of beverages if the clanking was anything to go by. Behind him, all of his guests for the evening also entered, the loudest being his father and sister. For a moment, Luke panicked in thinking that he had somehow gotten too lost in mediation again and that the time for the dinner was upon them already. But then he saw the sun shining through the window, still high up in the sky signaling it was still before midday.

His father quickly grabbed him into a tight hug and lifted him from the ground, as Leia picked up Grogu. Quinlan was already making a ruckus in the kitchen and thankfully he saw Aayla follow to babysit her old Master. As Luke was losing breath in his lungs, his Uncle Obi Wan finally rescued him, but Anakin still held onto him, using him as a head rest. Neither him or Leia had grown as tall as Anakin and he delighted in reminding them about it.

Freed of his father's embrace, Luke also spotted Cal and Kanan now sat at the living room, cooing at Grogu who had been given some cookies by Leia and had run to be picked up by Cal. Grogu loved visiting Cal and Boba and their pet rankor, which left Din a bundle of nerves but Luke knew it was good for Grogu to have the chance to interact with all manner of creatures. As he was about to try to get away from Anakin for a moment to close the door, his trusty Artoo wheeled in, bickering with Threepio as the golden robot carried some more bags. Almost tripping Threepio was a small, white and red blur that went straight for Grogu. Luke recognized it as Cal's robot BD-1. Then, an orange and louder robotic voice hailed the entrance of Chopper, who also gave commentary on whatever Artoo was fighting Threepio about, for which the golden protocol droid took great offense as Chopper, Artoo and Anakin laughed. Finally, Ahsoka and Rex came in and close the door, his father's Padawan finally able to pull Luke away from Anakin to give him their own hugs.

"Not that I am not happy to see everyone, but the dinner was later in the evening wasn't it? I didn't mess up the invite?"

"Not at all, my little Sunburst! We just decided to take advantage of the other early get-together to come keep you company!" Anakin grabbed him again from Rex's side, leaving the Commander to roll his eyes and go say hello to Grogu in the living room.

"Get together?" Luke was very confused.

"The "In Love with a Jedi Support Group." Cal offered as he bounced Grogu up and down, BD cooing from his shoulder as the toodler happily babbled away at them.

"The-what?"

"Luke, we are going to need more wine glasses! You only have 4!" Quinlan shouted from the kitchen, sticking his head out.

"Uhm, Din went out to the market, he should be back soon with some more-"

"Ehhhh, actually, he was kidnapped so he'll be kinda late." Anakin said, going to try to take Grogu from Cal. The little one instead floated himself to Kanan, leaving a pouting Anakin, who mimed himself crying and dropping to the floor. Luke would have found it hilarious that Grogu was always a little mean towards Anakin for some reason whenever they met but was still worried that his boyfriend was kidnapped and no one around was at all worried.

"Kidnapped!?"

"I have the items he bought Master Luke! Not to worry!" Now looking closely, Grogu could see the bags were the ones Din had taken to the market with him, inside all the items they had been missing for their dinner. Aayla heard him and called out from the kitchen herself.

"Bring them here to the kitchen, Threepio!" Ahsoka helped him with one of the bags, but as they passed by the fake-crying Anakin who was still sobbing loudly for Grogu, she tossed and hit him in the head with a packet of cookies. Anakin immediately changed his tune and was easily the toddler's favorite from then on out. Rex, Cal, Leia and Kanan took turns in giving Grogu a cookie.

"Quin, it's too early for wine. Leave that for the evening dinner." Obi Wan had gone to help out in the kitchen, his voice carrying easily. Luke still felt rooted to the spot by the breakfast nook that was cleared for morning meditation. He walked towards his father, who was now again grumpy that someone else had Grogu's attention, Leia sticking her tongue out at him over Grogu's head.

"Dad, what do you mean Din was kidnapped?"

"It's never too early for wine, I say you open the bottle Quin." Anakin, forever happy to do and say the opposite of his old Master, gave a thumbs up to Quinlan who wasted no time, despite Obi Wan's clear annoyed look. Ahsoka and Aayla simply shared a laugh, both drinking water but accepting glasses of wine nonetheless.

"Dad!"

"He is safe Luke, he is with the others." Anakin offered, not all bother by his son's rising panic.

"What others?" Luke felt like he was going crazy. Finally, Ahsoka took pity on him and came by to direct him to the open spot on the sofa, giving everyone else a glass of wine except Anakin.

"Ok, ok, let me explain kiddo. During the Clone Wars, Cody, Fox and Bly where stumped in their secret relationships to Jedi so they formed a little club." She said. Anakin swipped her glass and took a big gulp, then yelped when a pillow was thrown at his face and the glass taken out of his hands. Grogu found great joy in that and attempted to do the same, encouraged by Cal and Leia.

"My sweet Angel found out and joined in to impart her wisdom." Anakin was so distracted by the mention of his wife, he never saw the 4 pillows coming straight for his head.

"A blessing, I was tired of them venting when we went out in between campaigns." Rex had no need for the Force, he just straight hit Anakin in teh back of the head with his own pillow, then gestured to Ahsoka who was behind Anakin. She directed two more pillows and both hit Anakin when Rex ducked down.

"But you said he got kidnapped?" Luke was still weary, they had yet to be attacked by people looking for the Darksaber here in their peaceful home, but both him and Din knew the leftover Death Watch members were relentless. He wasn't as panicked, if Din was with Cody, Fox and Bly, he could breath easier at least. His uncles were the most capable men he knew.

"Oh, don't worry, that's Fox trying to keep it all 'secret' because I tried to catch him the first few times way back when." Quinlan had finally come around, Aayla with him. She was carrying Anakin's glass with her, which he thank her. "It was a game between us. He still thinks that I don't know and will crash their party if I found out. Jokes on him, when I got wind of it, I just went for Obes and Aayla and we got our own club starte to gossip."

"Once your mother joined them, I got Anakin and we have been recruiting every time they do." Obi Wan sat down beside him, giving Grogu a sippy cup with blue milk and more cookies, which the baby squealed at and then proceeded to use the older man's lap as his seat to enjoy his snacks. Luke could only hope Grogu would take his lunch without much fuzz later on.

"It was nice, if a little weird when I teased Bly and he tried to keep it a secret." Aayla shared, leading to others to chuckle as well. Bly was a terrible liar, and it was funny to picture him trying.

"Yeah, no one but Fox is keeping it 'secret', Boba told me the minute he was on route when Fox tried to get him. Gave me updates all the way until he was sure it was just his brother being weird." Cal was now holding onto BD, who was trying to draw Grogu's attention. Chopper however, was taking all the attention as he showed Grogu some of the coloring pages he stored.

"Paranoid, you mean. But yeah, Fox gets all new members kidnapped to 'test them', or so Hera has said." Kanan was watching his droid closely, making sure he wouldn't take out the flamethrower to boast about it to Artoo, who also had coloring books and crayons for Grogu, each droid very competative if left un supervised.

"So, why not just let them know you all know about it?" Luke could not understand on keeping it a secret. Quinlan quickly shook his hands, laughing a little.

"No no, that's the fun part! Fox pretends that I don't know and gets to relieve some adrenaline from the old Guard mission days."

"Din is fine Luke, Cody assured me he was given the quick neutralizer when he passed me the bags." Obi Wan was as serene as ever, even if Luke's stomach dropped. But he had to admit that his uncle was right. Din would be in no danger, if by his calculations, Fox, Cody, Bly, Boba, Hera, Han and his own mother were with him.

"But, why now?" He had a feeling on the reason it had just happened, considering Din had been someone known to most of them for years.

"Because you finally got off you ass and confessed, little brother." Leia smirked and Luke had to resist the urge to stick his tongue out when he noticed that Grogu was looking at him. He still glared towards his twin.

"Language!" Obi Wan, Kanan and Anakin all shouted.

"I'm older than you!" Luke couldn't resist firing back, though.

"By a minute!"

"As if this little tyke didn't hear worse from Boba." Cal commented to the room at large, leading most to either nod or roll their eyes. Boba Fett had always been very expressive with his language, regardless of who was present, despite his older siblings attempts to get him to stop swearing so much.

"Cal, do not encourage this." Kanan lamented, knowing it was impossible that his son wouldn't have heard such language from Chopper, who just laughed as if he knew what the Jedi was thinking.

"I'm just saying. He doesn't mind, right little frog terrorizer?" Grogu had hopped down from Obi Wan's lap, dodged Anakin's attempts to pick him up and aksed Cal instead, who gladly took him.

"Patu!"

"How about some lunch?"Ahsoka offered, standing up and stretching her back.

"Yes, Quin only brought alcohol." Aayla mentioned, as Quinlan looked offended.

"It was a priority! I know they are drinking too!"

"I was going to go and get some takeout." Luke said, remembering his plan to surprise Din with food when he arrived.

"No need, we'll get it. C'mon Rexy. From that Alderaanian place Luke?" Ahsoka was often at their place and she knew all the best spots by now for takeout.

"Yeah." Luke said, standing up to get the menu from the kitchen.

"Gotcha, you guys look over the menu and let us know. Should only take us 10 minutes to get there." Ahsoka grabbed Grogu from Cal's lap, ignoring the huff from the red head and his attempts to retrieve the toddler, who was happy to be so high up.

"Grogu you're coming with us! Droids! We are rolling out! C'mon!"

"Right behind you Miss Ahsoka!"

"I could go with you-" Luke started to offer, before he was pull back by Obi Wan and Anakin.

"No no, you stay and unwind, talk about your boyfriend with the others and we'll handle the food. As honorary members of both 'secret' clubs, we are here to get you what you need. We'll also pop in after to check on the others, make sure Fox hasn't taken it too hard with the bets." Rex mentioned, following after his partner in crime behind the line of droids now headed for the door. He was glad Anakin had repaired Threepio so he was much faster now and less clunky when walking.

"Honorary members?"

"Ahsoka and Rex hang out in both groups for the entertainment, or so they say." Cal said, arms still crossed as both his droid and his favorite toddler left him.

"We like being informed and getting all the gossip. And taking care of the little ones and droids too. It's too bad Jacen couldn't make it this time." Ahsoka remarked, bouncing Grogu, who wanted to ride on top of Artoo. She let him, but kept close.

"He has been pestering us about going to visit Mace for months now, we had no idea Din would be drafted so soon. My bet was till the end of the year. I'll make sure to bring him next time." Kanan remarked, and then blanched when he realized his slip. He took a big gulp of his wine as Luke turned to him in suspicion.

"Shh, Kanan!" Aayla said, but it was too late.

"What bet?"

"No bet, nothing at all!" Anakin tried to stall, avoiding his son's stare as he tried to gather the secrets of the Force on his wine.

"That reminds me! Luke, I lost so many credits! That rat of Ohnaka got the biggest cut! You really couldn't wait two more weeks?" Quinlan whined, as he got pillows to the face now.

"Or been quicker by like 3 days?" Cal mentioned.

"I think the way they finally got together is very cute!" Aayle had also betted, but she wasn't going to add more fuel to the fire, unlike Anaking who chirped next.

"You didn't have so many credits riding on this, Aayla!"

"Dad! Not you as well!" Luke couldn't believe his family would bet on him and Din. Then he thought about for ten seconds and found out he could, actually, believe it.

"I think it was cute too." Obi Wan said, the picture of poise, until Leia called him out.

"Uncle, you also got a big cut, don't think I didn't find out!"

"Obi Wan!" Luke should have expected it.

"Obes!" Quinlan was not expecting it seemed.

"You liar! You told me you hadn't betted!" Anakin laughed, as Ahsoka and Rex stood by the door, watching as Artoo got farther away with a toddler on top of him.

"Yeah, ooook! Don't forget to look at that menu! Bye!" With that, they closed the door and left the bickering behind them. They were glad that there was forest all around, it sounded like Luke was now going full Padme on Anakin and the others.

"Who do you think Luke will go for first?" Rex wondered, as they caught up with the droids. Threepio had taken to watching over Grogu to make sure he didn't fall.

"Not Luke, Anakin and Quin will definitely get to Obi Wan before Luke even thinks about it."

"Hmm yeah. So, should we get our own lunch and then ask for their order?"

"Oh you bet, afterwards we should see how the others are doing. Cody wanted to make sure they wouldn't miss the dinner." Ahsoka remarked, smiling down at Grogu, who was having so much fun riding Artoo.

"Padme and Hera are there, how crazy could it get with them? Also, you know Din is responsible enough he won't forget." Rex said, but Ahsoka just scoffed.

"You forget that time they got Han to join, Padme was the one who had the idea of going to the zoo and Hera encouraged it." That had been a meeting they had spend with the Non-Sensitives, and it had been a crazy night. They were glad that Padme how covered up, otherwise the papers would have had a field day. Ahsoka had known that Padme and Anakin fit so well precisely because they shared a unique brand of crazy, that their children had ten-fold.

"I forget Anakin's craziness is contagious. Alright, how about it, Grogu? Want to eat something and then get to see your uncle Boba?" Rex had gotten Grogu up and placed him on his shoulders, to the toddler's delight.

"Patu!"

An hour later, everyone's comms went off when the Holo news started reporting of a bunch of Death Watch who had attemped to kidnapped Grogu and had been taken down by two flamethrowing droids, a Jedi Knight, a Clone Commander, a golden protocol droid who fretted about and a tiny BD droid. Ahsoka and Rex had attemped to get Grogu out of the fight, but BD-1 had electrocuted someone and almost been trampled, so Grogu had jumped in, which prompted Artoo and Chopper to start blasting everyone around. Threepio had panicked and sent the massive message right before the news had gone live and that's how everyone got to meet up earlier than expected back at Din and Luke's.

No one mentioned either 'secret' meeting, but they did enjoy their time together very much. Especially when Grogu got fed more blue cookies than he ever had, given that everyone kept slipping them when no one else was looking. Any he didn't eat once full, BD gave to Chopper to store. Artoo didn't do it because he would be the obvious choice and he kept Threepio occupied as he was 'worried for the sugar intake of the infant'. Kanan still caught them but Grogu had already passed out by then, leaving the adults to their own devices. Din and Luke kept shooting each other looks, each thinking how lucky they were to have such a loving family to have their back.

Thank you for reading till the end! May the Force be with You!

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Icarus and his fool

Sherlock x Golden retriver!male reader

TW: mentions of death(possible murder),strangulation and other things related to crime

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"For the greatest tragedy of them all, Is never to feel the burning light." -Icarus

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He wasn't sure how to feel about this newfound fame. Sherlock did have more clients and more options means more reason to ignore the boring ones.

But if he had to name one thing he hated about it...

"Mr. Holmes! Mr.Holmes!"

You shouted from the crowd of reporters. You had a particular talent of being so loud that you could break even Sherlock's focus. He wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or impressed.

Scratch that,he was definitely annoyed.

Icy blue eyes found yours in the crowd. The closest he came to engaging with paparazzi.

It was odd to see such a cold and intimidating stare to make your face light up like fireworks on the 4th of July.

But he grew bored after five seconds. He could already tell everything he needed to know about you so why waste his intellect on something so meaningless.

Unfortunately for Sherlock,you followed him around like some lost puppy.

"Mr. Sherlock? I work with London Time Magazine and I was thinking-"

"Yes I know" he dismissed before you could even finish,putting on some gloves as he analyzed the body.

You both knew that you shouldn't be here but Sherlock was never one to worry about the rules. If you wanted to risk trespassing a crime scene then that was your problem. Not his.

"Well what would you think about an interview?"

"No"

"Oh" his answer was straight to the point atleast

The victim was strangled but no marks of resistance.

Reason: Drugged? Victim was too disoriented to fight back

He sighed. "Stop that"

You raised an eyebrow yet smiled like some jolly idiot. Sherlock made a note to not look at your face too much as to avoid that smile. How he hated it. A simple mind you were.

"Stop what?"

"I can hear you thinking,if you can even call it that. It's distracting "

There it was again. That smile. "Sorry. It's just you're so..." arrogant? cruel? Acting like a Gallus domesticus? "cool"

Cool? That word made his mind spiral in confusion. Your excited fanboying wasn't something he expected to see.

Sherlock knew a lot of people found his mind to be extraordinary,including himself.

But very few would find him 'cool'

"The interview. I'll...think about it" he lied so easily.

Never in his life has he seen someone so excited. What a twat

The door closing signalled to him that you left. Honestly it was better that way. Now he could finally focus.

The victim has no signs of being intoxicated. They look perfectly put together. The bruise on her neck looks older than 8 hours,meaning..

Sherlock dug in her bag. Cellphone,wallet, driver's license...

"There you are"

'Red room' the key card must be to some sort of hotel.

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1:59...2:00 the clock read

Sherlock was having trouble sleeping.

"Oh Sherlock look at the mess you made"

Mrs. Hudson scolded him in her too sweet voice. "I'll clean tomorrow" he made the empty promise. 'London Time Magazine' the web page stared back at him. His surroundings was filtered into white noise as he sulked. Brooding was the word Sherlock liked to use

"Mrs. Hudson" he called just as she was halfway out the door. The woman turned slowly so as to not upset her troubled hip. "Yes dear? Would you like some tea?"

"What does it mean when someone calls you...cool?" he confided in the woman far over her 60's,knowing well that she wouldn't understand what she'd call 'youngster slang'

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When Sherlock's mother made him learn to play the violin she certainly didn't think that it would be the source of outlet for her son's frustrations.

The apartment was filled with cries from the violin. Begging him to play more gently no doubt.

But he didn't. He was so frustrated with himself.

Sherlock hated feeling and this strange airhead made him feel just that. Albeit it was just curiousity he still hated the thought of his mind being stimulated by something so simple. It made Sherlock worry that all Anderson's talking has finally made him just as feeble minded.

"No don't be ridiculous,Sherlock. No one can be as stupid as Anderson" he silently reassured himself.

'Plink'

A pause ensued. He went to inspect his violin only to find one of the strings broke under the pressure of his abuse.

"Mrs. Hudson? I'm going out for a bit"

"What for dear?"

"It seems I'm in need of a stronger violin"

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#bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock fandom #sherlock x reader #sherlock & co #male x male #male reader #male y/n #golden retriever #golden retriver boyfriend #golden retriver puppy #golden retriver reader #mlm #queer fanfiction #queer reader

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familyvideostevie · 2 years

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i never really request anything from authors but you have just single-handedly written my favorite steve harrington fic on this whole entire planet. i love it so much i reread it after finishing the 4th part!! thank you for writing such a brilliant fic. can i request steve’s pov to coming home after reader leaves on halloween and how he felt when he meets them at the bonfire spot? Anyways thank you for writing this fic now i want to go to the farmers market every weekend. <3

hi!!! you are so wonderful! your favorite fic EVER? my goodness, you're too nice to me. I'm so glad you loved it!! i've gone with your later request, so here's steve's POV of when he and bee girl meet up at the lake! steve agrees to meet bee girl at lover's lake after halloween, steve's POV [0.9k] a no good at waiting one-shot, au masterlist __

Steve doesn't totally know why he's doing this. A part of him -- a bitter, angry, ugly part -- wants to leave you waiting by the lake all night. Because he didn't deserve to be left like that. He didn't and he knows it. He has a right to be mad, a right to not to speak to you on the phone, even if Hopper chewed him out for being a bit of a coward for it.

Plus, you weren't at the market this weekend and he's a little worried despite himself.

But more than anything he thinks he deserves to know why. And in order to find out, he has to talk to you. And so here he is, driving in the freezing dark to Lover's Lake. The main thing he's worried about is that he'll forgive you too fast. That he'll see you and want to touch you, want to kiss you, want to brush it all aside and pretend it never happened. But he shouldn't so he won't.

He parks next to you and takes a deep breath. It'll be fine. His chest hurts and he forces a deep breath into it before hopping out of the truck and heading for yours.

As soon as he gets in your passenger seat he knows that this was a mistake. It smells like you and he has to shove his hands in the pocket of his coat so he doesn't pull you to him. He quickly looks you up and down -- truthfully, you look awful. Like you haven't slept in days. Maybe you actually have been ill.

"Hey," he says, biting the bullet. "Are you okay? You weren't at the market on Saturday."

You look away from him. "I'm fine." He wonders if you know that you flare your nostrils when you lie. "Are you okay?"

Steve thinks about lying. About telling you that he's fine, that he's cold, that he doesn't know why you're here. That he wants to go home and forget about all of this. But being this close to you makes his chest ache and he wants to stop being miserable so he tells the truth. "Honestly? Not really."

"Steve--" you start, but he wants to get it out before he gives up.

"I wasn't going to come," he says, then shakes his head. Stop lying, Steve. "No, sorry, that's not true. I've been jumping every time the phone rings for almost a week, hoping it's you. But I can't bring myself to answer it. I've been desperate to see you again but I also can't look at you because it makes me sad."

You look utterly heartbroken. He feels no satisfaction in it, only like his own heart is splintering too. So he tells you that he wants to fix this because it's true, because he's halfway in love with you if not across the finish line already and he can't imagine things ending like this.

And then you tell him why you left. And his mind is racing to keep up because it's not him, it's not something he did, it's you. It's the fact that you love him. It echoes in his mind like a tape stuck in his car. I'mfallinginlovewithyouI'mfallinginlovewithyou. He's so stuck on it that he doesn't react at all, only blinks, wondering what on earth he's going to say next. You're falling in love with him and you're scared. Well, shit, he thinks, get in line.

"I understand how that's scary," he says carefully. He clenches his fists and fights to keep his voice even. "I just don't know why you'd leave instead of telling me how you were feeling."

"I wish I could take that back." His heart sinks like a stone and he looks away. Maybe this is worse, you loving him but still regretting all of it. "Do you regret everything else, too? Having sex? Everything before?"

But you tell him no, your voice pleading and it almost cracks him. But he's got to say his piece still, stick up for himself a little.

"Do you get why you leaving like that hurt?" he asks. You chew on your lip and his eyes track the movement as he keeps going, as he tells you, begs you to understand that you messed up.

But you take it too far, think the worst of him.

"I understand if you can't forgive me--"

"I didn't say that," he interrupts, tone a hair from desperate. Because that's not true. If there's anything he's sure of it's that he wants to come back from this. He wants to hold you, wants to make you smile. He wants to figure this out, but the car is starting to feel claustrophobic and he knows he's not going to be able to resist touching you for much longer.

And, if he's being honest with himself, he's a little scared now, too. He loves you, he thinks. He loves you and you love him and that's so terrifying and wonderful at the same time he feels like he's choking on it.

So he asks for the opposite of what he wants. "I just need some space, I think. Okay?" He can't fight his next move: the gentle brush of his knuckles on your cheek. Your breath shudders out of you and he almost kisses you right then just to stop you from looking so damn sad.

He spends the drive home wondering why he feels like crying.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #no good at waiting

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cielogiovinezza · 6 months

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Murr’s 4th Anniversary SSR

Card Story: “I Wanna Know About You from Another World”

Part 1 ✦

[Sage’s Room - Day]

Akira: Today’s lunch was delicious too…!

It's a normal free day. Amidst the soft sunlight streaming in through the window, satisfied after a good lunch, my consciousness– as I sit in the chair– slowly declines.

Murr: Master Sage-!

Akira: M-Murr!? Since when did you enter the room……?

Murr: I wonder when! More importantly, Master Sage!! Today’s your day off, isn't it? C’mon play with me!

Akira: Ahahah, Okay okay. What should we do for fun today?

Murr: A pretend interview~! I wanna do something like what Master Sage did to me before!

Akira: (...Is he talking about when I started Sage’s Journal?)

So that the next Sage and future wizards could build a better relationship, I thought of interviewing them and writing their stories down in a journal.

What nostalgic times to remember.

Murr: Today you're the one being interviewed Master Sage!

Akira: ……! Alright. (I wonder what type of questions he’ll ask me…)

Murr: Okay, let’s get started! Your name is?

Akira: Akira.

Murr: How you feeling today?

Akira: I’m feeling good. Ah- although, I guess I was a little sleepy right before you arrived.

Murr: What's some stuff you like?

Akira: Hmmm,,, well… It has to be cats.

Murr: Cats! I love’em too!!

Akira: (Back then, I was the one interviewing everyone like this. It’s kinda refreshing, to be the one being interviewed.)

Murr: Next up… the world where the Master Sage lived!! I wanna know about smartphones and other interesting things like that~!

Akira: Smartphones…… Come to think of it, earlier you said that you got halfway there by mimicking it with a magical science device. Did you end up making it after that?

Murr: Nah, I got bored! But~ if I hear about exciting things from your world, maybe my motivation will come back. Start spilling!

I look back at the eyes sparkling full with curiosity, and think back to my original world.

Akira: Hmmm… let’s see. Speaking of things that don’t exist in this world are phones, televisions, cameras… VR.

Murr: VR?

Akira: Ummmmm, how to explain it… It’s a device that when used, you can experience the scenery of a completely different place, or feel like you’re right in front of an animal that is not supposed to be there.

Murr: *nod nod*

Akira: When I first arrived in this world, I originally thought it was VR. Suddenly finding myself surrounded by people I didn’t know and in a landscape I had never seen before.

Murr: I see! And this VR can show you a variety of sceneries and things without relying on the user’s memory. As I thought! Stuff in the Master Sage’s world is real interesting!! Even though magic doesn’t exist, they create things that are like magic!

Now then, what should my next question be…? There’s still your hobbies, lifestyle, sexual preferences and-...

Akira: (W-What sort of information are you looking for!?) P-Please be gentle with me…!

Part 2 ✦

A while after our interview started, Murr said he remembered something and left the room abruptly.

Akira: Just like a storm… (I wonder what the errand was about? Or rather, will he return after finishing said errand??)

I think about this and that, but the sleepiness I had forgotten comes back and interrupts my thoughts suddenly.

Akira: *yawwwn* …I think I’ll take a 5 minute nap.

After closing the door, I relaxed back down in my chair.

Murr: —I’m back! …Huh?

Akira: Zzzz Zzzz

[Manor Hallway]

*knock knock*

Mitile: Ah, Master Sag-eh?!

Riquet: Murr…?

Murr: Heyo~! Whatcha up to you two?

Mitile: Well, the two of us baked cookies and we thought we would share some with the Master Sage. Are they inside?

Murr: They are. But now’s no good! Master Sage is busy with some important work, so it's best to save them for later!

Riquet: I heard today they had the day off… but it’s not right to disturb them if they’re working.

Mitile: Then, we’ll come back after the work is finished.

*walks away*

Murr: Hmm~

Chloe: Ah-! Murr! Thank you again for being my model earlier!

Murr: No problem!

Chloe: Hey, is the Master Sage in the room right now? I also made clothes for them and I’d like them to take a look at it.

Murr: Now’s no good! Cause I’m hoarding my dear Sage’s time all for myself right now!

Chloe: E-Ehhh!? I-Is that so?? I supposed I’ll come back later then… Murr… Just to be on the same page, you won’t play any extreme pranks on the Master Sage, right…?

Murr: What madecha think that?

Chloe: Well, because it’s written all over your face!! That look of “I’ve found a nice toy!”

Murr: Ahahaha! Okay, I’ll just keep one of Master Sage’s hair for research purposes then!

[Sunset Lake Meadow]

Akira: …Nghh

When I opened my eyes, a lake at dusk laid before me. Sparkles glittered on the lake's surface, as the setting sun fell on its shores.

Akira: …How pretty… …W-Wait!? Where is this!?!? I should have fallen asleep in my room….

*meow*

Akira: A purple cat…?

Attracted by the cry, I looked down at my feet. There lay a strange cat with a bizarre coat. When our eyes met, he jumped onto my lap.

Akira: T-Too cute~!!! I wonder if it’s a magical creature that looks like a cat??

*meow*

Gently, I stroke the cat’s head whilst keeping an eye on it. Now that I’m suddenly thrown into a place I don’t know, I can’t help but want to rely on this small creature.

Akira: Hey, do you know where we are?

???: I do know!

Akira: (Wait– this voice is…?)

???: <<Eanul Rambul>>!

Part 3 ✦

[Sage’s Room - Sunset]

Akira: This is… my room?

Murr: That’s right!

Akira: Murr!?

When I sat up on the bed, Murr was laughing right in front of me. It brought back a memory when Murr observed my sleeping face just like this moment.

Akira: (....Hold on? Didn’t I fall asleep in the chair today??) Ummmm… What is it?

Murr: Thanks for playing! That VR thing? A scenery of a completely different place and animals that aren’t supposed to be there right in front of you!

Akira: Ahhhh! So that was meant to recreate VR! (But unlike VR in my world, here it can easily be done without using any machine… magic truly is marvellous.)

Murr: How was it? Did ya sleep well?

Akira: Yeah. I only intended to nap for 5 minutes… but I ended up falling asleep.

Murr: It's fine, isn't it~? On your day’s off, it’s your job to rest. Congratulations on your hard work!!

While saying this, Murr patted the bed.

Akira: (Maybe it was Murr who moved me to the bed…?) Hmm? Come to think of it, when did you come back to my room? Your errand-...

Murr: Ended in a flash!

Akira: So, you came back soon after that. Sorry, I didn’t notice… Wasn't it boring?

Murr: Not one bit! I was able to observe the sleeping Sage, after all.

Akira: By observing, you mean…

Murr: How fast you breathe when you sleep. How often you toss and turn. The interval between your sleep talking and also-...

Akira: (T-There’s more!?) M-Murr, it’s okay to stop there…! I understand what you mean by observing!! Ummmm,,, just to confirm but– you haven’t done anything else other than observing, right?

Murr: ………Yeah~!

Akira: (That… felt like a delayed response. And for a moment it felt like he was looking elsewhere too…)

For just a moment, I reached out to touch the top of my head; where I felt someone’s eyes on me.

Murr: I knew it! Master Sage you’re really interesting!! I love interesting things!

With a booming voice, Murr closes one eye. Shylock's words suddenly came to mind brought by such sights.

Akira: (“Don’t look with both eyes, look with one eye…” You said it was a sign that you were missing something.) (But that anecdote seems to be from before Murr’s soul was shattered, and the current one just happens to be a wink…right?)

Murr: Ah~! Today was lots of fun! From VR to the Master Sage’s observations! Let’s play again next time too, Master Sage!

I don’t know if that was an honest wink or not… However, I was struck by the sight of Murr smiling happily.

Card Episode: “Murr and the Door of Bygone Days”

[Murr’s Room]

Akira: It seems like a door that lets you see into the past has appeared on the shores of Borda Isle. Speaking of the past– when I had just arrived to this world– whenever I felt anxious I recalled a certain memory that made me feel at ease.

Murr: Oh~! What sorta memory?

Akira: It’s a scene from my childhood where an adult, who’s someone I trust, read a book to me.

Murr: And that memory protected the Master Sage from anxieties!

Akira: Yeah. Murr, do you have any memories that could be used for protection too? A memory that would make you feel safe.

Murr: Hmmm~ What could it be~? That's a very difficult question!

Akira: Difficult… how so?

Murr: Philosophically so!

Akira: Huh… It makes me kinda happy hearing that, coming from such a distinguished philosopher. But, what makes it philosophical?

Murr: I tried looking for a memory that’d make me feel safe, but I’m not one that really seeks safety!

Akira: Ah- that would be the case!

Murr: Isn’t it!

Akira: Why is it so?

Murr: I wonder why~! This may be the entry to an entire new truth! Like all living things, particularly so the remnant of one, isn’t it inevitable that we should seek safety?

Akira: I concur. Personally, I am always looking for safety.

Murr: Rightly so! And yet, why– why is it that I place safety second? Is it cause I loathe boredom? Well, it might just be a matter of probability! If there were only individuals who sought safety, the species as a whole would become extinct in a crisis. In order to avoid the extinction of a species, we need individuals with different characteristics who avoid the same behavioural pattern as the rest. After all, there are spirits, wizards and humans with different temperaments in five distinct lands. The meaning of such complexity could be…

Akira: (Somehow, this took a very serious turn) Ummmm… Hey Murr, can I have a word in?

Murr: What is it?

Akira: If you don’t mind, could you please answer my question in a heartfelt and warm manner?

Murr: Okay~!

Akira: Thank you very much! Let me ask once again, what is a memory that brings you peace of mind and think of when you’re feeling anxious?

Murr: That’d be~! The faces of people who chased their dreams and became stars!

Akira: Stars… (Ah-... He must be talking about people who passed away…) (Murr was a researcher after all, so he must have known many friends and scholars.)

Murr: I’ve forgotten most of them! But– every now and then they pop back up! When I do remember, I always think there’s no time to waste. They don’t have time anymore, so that’s why… Time is here and now! And that means not a single drop can be wasted!!

#mhyktl #mhyk #murr hart #promise of wizard #card stories #translating that last part was painful #philosopher murr except I can't understand what he's saying after the third kanji

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sattlersquarry · 2 years

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Elegia II (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Summary: Keith takes your Walkman at work, and you get a visit from Vecna.

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: ANGST CITY!!! Language, grief, guilt, mentions of blood, flayed family members, Vecna shenanigans. Also want to put a warning for verbal abuse, which might be a little strong to describe it that way, but I want to be safe.

A/N: The reader's siblings have names now—gotta love lore! The older brother is Sam, the younger sister is Grace.

This takes place after the events of ep. 7, "The Massacre at Hawkins Lab."

Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 3 Here.

For the next 24 hours, you continued listening to “Elegia.” Steve and his friends hadn’t given you a clear explanation as to why you should, so you weren’t even really sure why you did it—it just seemed like the right thing to do.

Unfortunately, your boss Keith caught you listening while restocking the shelves at work.

“Hand it over,” Keith barked, holding out a sweaty palm. “No music on the floor.”

You fidgeted with the cord of the headphones, panicked and unsure how to explain yourself.

“No, I can’t,” you said. “I need to listen.”

“Store policy. You have to be attentive to the customers, and you can’t be if you’re distracted by music. So! Hand. It. Over!”

You sighed but gave in, slapping Nancy’s Walkman into Keith’s waiting hand. He slinked off to the back office to lock it in his desk.

The rest of the day was tough without “Elegia.” Your headaches got worse and worse, and dealing with the shitty customers didn’t help.

One such shitty customer was pissed because you didn’t have The Muppets Movie.

“As I mentioned, ma’am,” you said, hoping the pain you were feeling wasn’t evident in your face. “It’s checked out. It’s supposed to be returned on Saturday.”

“But my son’s birthday is today!” the cranky woman snapped. “I need it now. What kind of a business are you running?”

Chime!

A wobbly reverberation echoed through the store. You straightened up, looking behind you.

The customer didn’t like that.

“Excuse me!” she barked, snapping her fingers at you. “I’m not quite finished.”

“Did you hear that?” you said.

“Hear what? Ugh, you’re hopeless. Let me speak to your manager.”

Summoned by those magic words, Keith appeared at the front counter.

“What seems to be the problem here?” Keith said, with his best ass-kissing smile.

Even though you weren’t supposed to leave, you slipped off to the back office. Steve told you to listen to “Elegia” if you heard a clock. That horrible warbling was reminiscent of the antique clock at your great-aunt’s house, and you didn’t want to take any chances.

You were halfway through picking the lock on Keith’s desk drawer when the trippy chiming got louder. You winced and covered your ears.

You turned and gasped when you saw a grandfather clock melting through the wall like a Dalí painting, directly to the right of the Phoebe Cates cardboard standee that Steve liked a bit too much.

“Y/N…”

A deep, rumbling voice rattled in your brain. Heartbeat quickening, you tried harder to pry open Keith’s desk drawer.

“Why did you say those horrible things?”

Suddenly, it wasn’t an unfamiliar voice talking to you—it was your older brother Sam’s voice!

You looked up and let out a sob. Sam towered over you, covered in 3rd-degree burns, as if he hadn’t died but walked right out of that fire.

“You told me to drop dead,” he said. “And then I did. You killed me, and you killed Mom, too.”

“I didn’t!” you cried out, stumbling backward.

“You did,” he spat.

“You were the one who said horrible things!” you said, voice shaking. “You told me you hated Grace and me! You said you wished I had never been born!”

“So you two are glad I’m gone?”

“No! I didn’t mean it like that!”

Back pressed against the wall, you sidestepped trying to get away from him. But Sam followed, continuing to encroach.

You blinked, and you weren’t in the back room at Family Video anymore. You were at the Fun Fair. It was that fateful night—July 4th, 1985.

Sam’s burns were gone. He still towered over you, glaring, and said, “It’s a goddamn carnival! No one fucking cares!”

“Sam,” your father said. “Don’t talk to Y/N like that.”

You remembered this conversation. It was the last one you and Sam had.

You couldn’t stop yourself from reliving it, couldn’t stop yourself from saying, “Grace has been waiting all summer for this, and you want to bail? You’re being a dick, Sam!”

“It’s fine, Y/N,” Grace said, standing close by your father and avoiding Sam’s angry gaze. “We can go home.”

“Maybe we should,” your mother said wearily. In the days leading up to the fire, she and Sam had been a lot more tired than usual.

“No!” you said. “The Fun Fair is special to Grace, so it’s special to me. Sam can’t ruin our fun. He can wait in the goddamn car.”

“You’re such a fucking bitch, you know that?” Sam spat. “God, I wish you’d never been born.”

White-hot fury exploded in your chest, and you said the words you’d regretted for months: “I hope you drop dead.”

Sam sneered at you and stalked off toward the parking lot.

You felt a hand on your shoulder. It was supposed to be your mother’s hand, telling you that she’d calm him down, that they’d be right back—only for them to end up at the mall.

You turned and screamed: it was not your mother. It was the Devil.

Desiccated, leathery skin was wrapped around his body, with tentacles sticking out of his back. Milky blue eyes bore into yours, as if he knew every thought, every feeling inside you.

You tried to run or to scream for help. But the Devil dug his claws into your shoulder, rooting you in place.

“You couldn’t even see how much pain they were in,” he said, referring to Sam and your mother. “You were too self-absorbed, too preoccupied with your frivolous fun.”

The Fun Fair melted away, revealing a nightmarish, blood-red landscape.

The Devil pinned you against a gnarled tree, tentacles reaching closer.

“Your suffering is almost at an end, Y/N.”

You started to cry. This was it, the end for you…

…until you heard it: the soft opening chords of your favorite song.

Like a siren’s song, you felt pulled to “Elegia.” You had to fight back.

You scowled at the Devil and gave him a swift kick to the kneecap.

He sputtered and stumbled, giving you time to sprint away.

Off in the distance, you saw…yourself! You were having an out of body experience. There you were, standing alone in the Family Video backroom.

Wait! You weren’t alone! Steve was there, shaking your shoulders, calling your name and trying to snap you out of it. He’d put the headphones back on your head. Robin was there, too, holding the Walkman and humming loudly along to “Elegia.” Both of them looked terrified.

The music got louder the further you got from the Devil and the closer you got to yourself.

You ran, and ran, and ran, through an ocean of blood, before diving through the portal to the real world.

You gasped and fell to your knees, shock overtaking you. You pulled the headphones down around your neck, “Elegia” now barely audible.

“Y/N!” Steve cried out, kneeling next to you. “Jesus, I thought we lost you.”

“I’m going to kill Keith for taking the Walkman!” Robin said, eyes blazing. “I swear to God, he’s a dead man.”

Robin stormed to the front of the store, shouting, “KEEEEEEITH!”

You let out a shuddering breath, unsure of how to comprehend everything that just happened.

“I—I saw someone,” you said, unable to look Steve directly in the eye. “He was like this…demon. He pretended to be my brother, and my mom. He showed me these horrible memories...”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Steve said, rubbing circles in your back. “I’ve got you.”

Steve’s concern was sweet, but you couldn’t help but be angry with him.

“You knew,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “You knew that thing would try and get me!”

Steve paled and cleared his throat. “I mean, well, technically I—”

“That’s what your friend Dustin meant when he said it was life or death to listen to the song,” you said. You stood to your feet shakily, stepping away from Steve. “Oh my God!”

“Y/N, wait, I can explain!”

“Why didn’t you warn me?!” you said. You paced back and forth, furious. “If I had known what would happen without ‘Elegia,’ I would’ve taken off work or fought Keith on store policy! I could’ve died just then! I can’t believe you!”

You whirled around to yell at him some more, your displaced anger hard to shake, but stopped short when you noticed a red stain on his abdomen.

“You’re bleeding!” you said.

Steve adjusted his Family Video vest to hide the blood.

“It’s nothing,” he said. “I just got bit by a dog.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” you scoffed. “Sit down, I’ll bandage it up for you.”

You collected the store’s first aid kit and watched as Steve sunk into Keith’s desk chair, moving as if every muscle pained him.

“Sorry if my hands are cold,” you said, pulling a chair next to Steve’s. “Hold up your shirt for me?”

He lifted up the hem of his polo. You got a better look at the blood seeping through a messy, haphazard bandage job.

“It’s not as bad as it looks!” he said sheepishly, as you gently removed the bandage.

That was unlikely. The gruesome wound definitely looked like a lot more than a dog bite. You didn’t pry, however, and began to clean it.

“I’m sorry,” Steve said, after a few minutes of you working in silence. “I should’ve been more clear about the danger you were in. I should’ve told you everything. I just…”

He sighed.

“I wanted to keep you safe from everything that’s been going on,” he continued. “Evidently, I failed at that.”

“Technically,” you said, “you and Robin saved my life. So, not a failure.”

The first aid kit was pretty barebones. There weren’t bandages big enough to cover the whole bite, so instead, you covered it with a bunch of small ones. They were for kids and had aliens printed on them, but Steve didn’t seem to mind.

“I’ll tell you everything,” Steve said. “If you want me to. But be warned, it’s a pretty fucked up story.”

“More fucked up than meeting the Devil at the Fun Fair in my subconscious?”

“Surprisingly, yes.”

You snorted, before sticking one last bandage to the bite.

“All done. You were a great patient.” You looked up from the now-bandaged wound, shocking yourself at how close your face was to Steve’s. All the air escaped your lungs. You felt the desire to kiss him, despite the horrendously bad timing.

“You were a great doctor,” Steve said quietly. Oh, that gaze…there was something dangerous in that gaze.

“Y/N!”

Startled, you stepped away as Robin raced into the room.

“Keith said you can leave early today,” she said. “I also told Keith to never, ever, ever take your Walkman again.”

She paused, noticing how nervous you and Steve looked.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Not at all,” Steve said. “Y/N, you should go home and rest. Robin and I will hold down the fort. Keep listening, yeah?”

You wanted nothing more than to run out of the Family Video and hide under your covers for eternity, but you knew that wouldn’t solve anything. That Devil could still be lurking in your mind…and how long would the music keep him at bay?

“My dad and sister are visiting family during spring break,” you said, “and I don’t really want to be alone right now. Any chance you can tell me the truth about whatever the fuck is going on with me? And maybe help me try to fix it?”

Robin and Steve shared a look. Steve gave an imperceptible nod.

“How about we meet up after our shift ends,” Robin said. “We can gather the group and tell you everything we know about that thing you saw, and what’s going on in town.”

You agreed on a meeting time and location and left, determined to keep those headphones on for the rest of the damn day.

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