#enjoy domestic shrimp
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for the one word prompt ficlets; I thought long and hard before realizing the answer was so simple
shrimp
not me writing domestic shrimp
Xie Lian was in the process of tilling over a particularly grimy-looking pile of pebbles when the currents around him shifted, foretelling a large body approaching.
Even a few months ago, his first instinct would have been to grow tense and alert. Though he never let himself think the worst, he had become long conditioned to canvassing the area around him for the best hiding spots. But now, he had someone to look forward to seeing. Someone so dear to him that the very currents their body made were carved into his mind like diamond, impossible to mistake.
So rather than worry, a warmth bloomed within Xie Lian’s thorax as he waited to be approached.
“Gege,” came the brush of a firm carapace along his side, ruffling his feathery setae. Embarrassingly, he could feel his exoskeleton flush, but if he pretended it wasn’t happening, it was even odds that the large scampi settling at his side would ignore it too.
“San Lang!” he said cheerfully, letting himself pause in picking clean his pebbles. Now that Hua Cheng was close, he could taste the blood stuck in the crannies of the scampi’s carapace. “How are you? Are you hurt?”
“Ah, I’m fine, gege. I was just taking care of some trash. But afterwards, I was so dirty, I thought perhaps gege might be willing to help me clean up a bit.”
“Of course!” Xie Lian agreed. This was the usual way things went. Back when they’d first met, Xie Lian had thought Hua Cheng might be dead, for the gruesome injuries that covered his form. Any other marbled shrimp would have left him there, but Xie Lian was never good at leaving well enough alone, and diligently kept the scampi clean of parasites and bacteria until he had the chance to heal. Ever since, they had circled each other like a school of two, sometimes parting but always reuniting.
“Thank you, gege.” Hua Cheng let himself settle upon the seafloor, tucking his legs beneath him. Xie Lian was large for his kind, but he was still many times smaller than Hua Cheng, and he was always taken aback by how majestic the scampi looked when he let himself settle down like this. “But enough about me. How has gege been?”
“Well,” Xie Lian said as he started to clean the blood off the scampi’s shell, “the water’s been unusually warm lately, so yesterday I...”
#tgcf#hua cheng#xie lian#hualian#juicedpeachy#tian guan ci fu#heaven officials blessing#xie lian is a marbled shrimp(3in) and hua cheng is a scampi(12in)(yes. like the dish.)#enjoy domestic shrimp#illuanswers#illuwrites
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I love all your domestic Shrimp Yuu×Tweels Fluff!!! It has been my brain food for the last few days! One of the brain food products is Papa Leech purposely getting dirty before his grandkids come over so his Shrimp grandkids will snuggle and clean him and give him attention instead of his sons (I love to think he LOVES kids and is one of those Grandpa's who just dotes on them. And if doting on them means not showing after work and getting messy, then that is what he'll do!) Meanwhile Grandma Leech enjoys playing and catching dinner with her grandeels!
I also see them being petty enough to take pictures with the grandkids and sending it to Papa Crewel and Nana Nurses, who are fuming that they have to work on land.
Keep up the amazing work on PTM and drink water!!!
Aaah! I love writing the domestic Shrimp Yuu x Tweels fluff!! It's so sweet and I'm a sucker for domestic shit
I think that Papa Leech is covered in old scars, which sometimes accumulate dead skin cells around the edges. That, combined with him rubbing into the dirt outside your home, makes him prime real estate for his grandshrimps to tackle and clean him. He says they tickle with their lil antennas!
Mama Leech in turn, loves to monopolize her time with the grandeels! They're always trying to slip out from her grasp, they're wriggly things that just want to swim around and play, but she wants cuddles! Her boys never let her cuddle them :( But don't be mistaken, they love her because she'll teach them about all the best spots for morays to hide and how to hunt for smaller fish in the corals.
Papa Leech is actually quite diplomatic and gets along great with Papa Crewel and Mama Nurse! He takes pictures of the grandshrimps on him and the grandeels with Mama Leech and sends them to Crewel and Nurse Goethel often. Mama Leech is polite, but more prone to be petty and send them pictures out of spite everytime Yuu leaves to visit. "How nice you get to see Yuu, it's too bad the kids can't go too, just look how cute they are!"
It's fine, Crewel returns the pettiness in kind and sends plenty of pictures of Yuu out with him, happy on the surface. "Oh I know, but at least we get Yuu! Look at how happy they are being back on land."
Petty, those two.
#mochi asks#cyn-write#twst#twisted wonderland#jade leech#floyd leech#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#jade leech x reader#floyd leech x reader#shrimpy chronicles#leech parents#divus crewel
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dinner dates ! jjk x reader series pt. 2/4
by @cinnamon-girl-writes
featuring: nanami, toji, yuuta, geto | see: part 1
kento nanami:
(we’ll say you guys live together and are dating/engaged)
ok so nanami mostly just wants to spend time with you so he’d choose somewhere that’s more private
he thought a lot about where to take you because he wanted somewhere you’d like
but he’d never be caught dead asking gojo for advice so 😭 he had to come up with something on his own
i think he’d pick a nice quiant little ramen place 🥰
y’all haven’t been there before but you see it one the way to work and you’re always mentioning it
when he tells you where you’re going, you’re obviously super excited 💜
he’d dress up all nice in a white button up and blue slacks and brown dress shoes and-
i’m sorry i could go on about him forever. anyways
you’re wearing an adorable frilly yellow sundress he bought you a few weeks ago and has been silently praying that you’ll wear (nanami, you horny bastard)
NO BUT Y’ALL LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER WITH Y’ALLS COORDINATING OUTFITS I-
the ramen place is so cute 😌 the chefs and waiters are so sweet and treat you like family it’s adorable
you order miso ramen and nanami orders spicy tonkotsu ramen and it’s delicious! :)
he loves seeing his girl happy and where would you be happier than at a ramen restaurant??
he’s not the type to take pictures of his food but he absolutely sneaks in plenty of pictures of you (both with and without your knowledge😉)
he also orders edamame to share but ends up letting you eat all of it
afterwards, he drives you back to your shared apartment and the two of you shower together and then get ready for bed
once y’all are in bed you cuddle for the rest of the night, just enjoying eachother’s presence 🥺
bonus: he lets you pick the movie you fall asleep to that night; you pick notting hill *cut to nanami crying at 2 am because he stayed up to watch it*
toji fushiguro:
toji may seem like a tough guy on the outside but he’s soft for his girl 🥰
it’s your four year marriage anniversary so he wants his princess to feel special ✨
he decides to take you out to a fancy michelin star resetaurant that you’ve had your eye on for a few months
you’ve quite literally been stalking their instagram account because the food looks that good
the two of you get ready together in your shared apartment (stop because I could write a whole drabble about domestic!toji- I have to stop myself-)
anyways, you’re wearing a dark blue bodycon mini dress with gorgeous silver heels and your wedding band shimmering on your finger ✨
toji doesn’t usually dress up much, but for his girl he will, especially on an important day like today !! he’s wearing a white button up shirt (that you can see his muscles through 👀) and black slacks with a brown belt (!!!) and brown dress shoes
he wears a dark gray wool coat over his clothes because it’s very cold outside (hey, it was his idea to have a winter wedding 🤷🏼♀️)
but you know it’s gonna be super cold outside !! so you attempt to force him to wear a scarf (mostly because it’s cold, but also- imagine that big huge scary man wearing a cute lil scarf 🥺)
after a good deal of complaining, he finally consents and puts the scarf on 🤭 it’s dark red and it compliments his hair and skin tone so well and-
anyways, he drives y’all to the restaurant for your reservation at 8:30
when you walk in, the waitress greets you and leads you to your table
a different man comes after her to pour champagne into fancy glass cups for you
the two of you converse idly, selecting several items from the menu to try: spicy edamame, pork gyoza, crab rangoon, and tempura shrimp for starters
y’all decide to share several sushi platters along with miso soup and tonkatsu that toji insisted you order because it's your favorite 💜
somehow, the two of you finish all of the food on your combined platters (toji ate some of your leftovers after you decided you were done) but not before also selecting a fair selection of lavish desserts that were served with exquisite decorations on the plates
after your meal, toji surprises you with a diamond studded necklace that matches your wedding band almost perfectly. of course you love it and tell him that he shouldn't have, but he doesn't care about money, he'll do anything to make his girl happy 🥰
on the drive back home, toji tells you how much he loved you before carrying you inside your shared apartment since you fell asleep on the ride home 💜
tucking you into bed, he plants a kiss on your forehead, brushing your hair out of your face and wishing you sweet dreams 💞
yuuta okkotsu:
when i tell you that yuuta is SO WHIPPED for his girl-
he’d quite literally give you the world if you asked 😌
anyways, he told you the two of you were going out to dinner that night and asked you where you wanted to go
you guys looked up restaurants for a while and then you found a cool anime-themed sushi restaurant
you guys decided to keep it casual tonight; you’re wearing a sweatshirt (yuuta’s sweatshirt) and a black skirt and he’s wearing blue jeans and a forest green crochet sweater that you made him last winter (that he absolutely ADORES and CHERISHES btw)
you guys really like it there !!
it’s decorated really cool with anime posters all over the walls
you order a couple platters of sushi to share (his favorite is spicy tuna don’t ask why but I know)
he asks you a bunch of random would-you-rather questions during your date because he thinks it’s so cute to see your thinking face or you all flustered 🥰
of course, he already knows what your response is gonna be because y’all know each other so well 🥺
once y’all have eaten half the restaurant and are super full, he takes you out to walk around the city
you’re in a shopping square that’s full of cute little shops
you drag yuuta into one store in particular because you saw a stunning dress hanging in the shop’s glass window that you desperatly wanted to look at
it was a gorgeous lavender color with silky ribbons for sleaves and pleated fabric that practically made you drool
until you got inside and checked the price tag to reveal that it was $80 😞
you happily continued your date anyways, strolling the rest of the stops and even picking up some yummy street food for dessert 🍡
you get home later that night, tucking into bed with yuuta to watch some tv before you fell asleep (i can 1000% see yuuta being a true crime fanatic so you watch a documentary about unsolved mysteries)
bonus: three days later, you find a certain pleated lavender dress hanging on your door with a note that reads: -from yuuta with love <3
suguru geto:
(this is gonna be set when they’re students at jujutsu tech and geto isn’t a curse user yet because i didn’t feel like writing evil geto today ✨)
so you and geto (both jujutsu sorcerers) have been dating for about a year now! 💗
you two had planned to spend some time together today and just wanted some chill one-on-one time
so when satoru invited the you guys to go out, he was pretty disappointed to find out that you already had plans (you can just hear him muttering about ‘damn lovebirds…’)
y’all decide to order take out and watch anime
you decide on watching blue lock, which is one of geto’s favorites
you just started watching the show recently but you really like it! your favorite character (so far) is isagi
your food getes there eventually; you both ordered pan fried noodles (though you ordered chicken and geto ordered and beef) and a plate of tempura shrimp to share 😈
after you finish eating, geto sits against the wall in his bead and pulls you onto his lap between his legs to stroke your hair while you watch the show
you love spending time like this with him where there’s no pressure from the world or threat of imminent death over your heads
you wished that you could create a world that was perfect just for him 💞
due to the food you just ate and your comfortable position, you fall asleep, geto adjusting your head since it started to lull to the side slightly
he absolutely cherishes you and wants his girl to be comfy and get some good sleep 🥺 he plants little chaste kisses on the top of your head every once in a while, starting to get tired himself
eventually, he turned the tv off and transferred you to a more comfortable position: laying down on your side with your back against his chest. he dozed off, wondering how on earth he had ever deserved someone like you
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk#geto x reader#suguru geto x reader#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#nanami x reader#nanami jjk#jjk smut#kento nanami#jujutsu kaisen nanami#yuuta x reader#yuuta okkotsu#okkotsu yuta
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sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….
heyyyyy y'all sorry for being MIA for months... but don't worry you can't get rid of me that easily >:)
ODASAKU!!! i just love this man so much.... we have been married for 20 years and i wanted to share some of the things oda would do as ur boyfriend cuz he's perfect boyfriend material <33333
i have a lot of bsd ideas and things i wanna write too so never be afraid to slide in my inbox and tell me what u wanna see :3 i love to yap about 2D men :333 anywayzzzz hope u enjoy!! likes and reblogs always appreciated <3333 🫶 (this is like my fourth time posting this, pls show up in the tags this time 😭😭)
wc: 300+
characters: sakunosuke oda
cw: gn!reader, tooth rotting fluff
sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….
…remember tiny things about you, from your favorite coffee order to which side of the bed you like to sleep on. even the most minute and menial details are etched into his mind. don’t like tomatoes on your sandwich? don’t worry, you’ll never have to ask him to change it again, he’ll always make sure you never have tomatoes.
sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….
…watch every video you send him beginning to end without skipping, anything from a 10 second funny cat tiktok or a 2 minute youtube video explanation about the life cycle of shrimp. he’ll respond with a “👍” or “Lol.” every time.
sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….
…always agree to matching halloween costumes with you, even if they’re silly. he doesn’t really have a strong opinion about what he wears, he just likes to see you excited. last year y’all went as barbenheimer but he was barbie and you were oppenheimer. (he had a blast)
sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….
…listen every time you rant about annoying coworkers or classmates. even though he looks uninterested, he’s actually listening carefully, even if he doesn’t know who you’re talking about he just likes to hear how you feel and think. he's an excellent listener and loves to hear you talk because he likes the sound of your voice :)
sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….
…attract animals for seemingly no reason. whenever you’re out and about in the city, he never fails to have a stray cat appear and rub up against his legs, or a squirrel cautiously approach him begging for food. his aura is so comforting and secure, he’s basically an urban disney princess.
sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….
…let you pluck his eyebrows and have self care nights with clay masks and fuzzy hair bands. he doesn’t really know what’s going on but he lets you pamper him with products because he loves to spend time with you and see you smile. :)
sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….
…slow dance with you in the living room, kitchen, hallway, or anywhere the mood strikes you. he loves seeing the beauty in the mundane domestic moments, it reminds him that your shared love is unconditional.
sakunosuke oda is the type of boyfriend to….
…stare at your face while you’re sleeping. he wants to memorize every feature and shape, silently admiring how the rays of light dance off of your skin in the early morning. even if you’re snoring or drooling, he’ll always think it’s adorable because you’re the most beautiful thing in his life.
#oda sakunosuke x reader#bsd x reader#bungo stray dogs x reader#my work#gn reader#sfw#bsd fluff#bsd headcanons#odasaku x reader
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What’s a good food that peafowls tend to really like! I have tried blue berries and they seemed to really enjoy that!
I have some fruits at home and I can safely feed them as they live in my city
Mainly mangos, plantains,Asian pear, and apple!
They can eat mangos, plantains, pears, and apples, but they probably WON'T eat mangoes or apples. they MIGHT eat pears, and they'll probably eat plantains (idk how sweet plantains are, but if they taste anything like bananas, then peafowl love banana so they should go for it). They prefer small bites of things, but I've never had a bird who enjoyed the taste of plain apples or was particularly impressed with mango, if they'll even try it in the first place. I've never had a pea willing to eat papaya at all, they won't even touch it here.
Beloved favorite fruits here are blueberries, watermelon (cut in half and just put out, they will Destroy it with glee), cantelope (more hesitant, but once they figure it out they love it just cut in half and put out for them), blackberries, cherries (pitted), raspberries (especially black raspberries), bananas (cut up), and cut grapes (they'll SOMETIMES eat whole ones if they're small but they may ignore whole grapes if they're too large to be appealing and they can't taste juice). They prefer darker grapes to green grapes. If they're offered nothing better, they'll eat cutup strawberries, pears, apples, peaches, and honeydew melon, but it's Under Protest. Mine won't touch papaya or kiwi or citrus fruits (except Bug, who loves canned mandarin oranges).
I know it's not fruit, but they will also eat veggies, just less enthusiastically. I've found boiling carrots to make them just a LITTLE softer gets better results. They love cucumber, tomato, and basically any kind of pepper (even hot ones, capsaicin doesn't affect them like it does mammals). They can be offered cooked potato, but raw should be avoided. Raw or cooked sweet potato is fine, but they're more likely to eat cooked. Pumpkin is also fine in any state, and they will delight in Destroying a raw one cut in half- same goes for any pumpkin-like squash like spaghetti or acorn or whatever.
They also really like cooked pasta, like elbow macaroni, roasted peanuts, raw shrimp (cut up), small raw fish (minnows, guppies, goldfish, mollies, platies, baby panfish like bluegill fry, etc), f/t pinkie mice, live bugs (crickets, dubia roaches, superworms, mealworms, waxworms, hornworms (domestically raised blue ones, the green ones that have fed on tomato plants may contain toxic amounts of solanine), silkworms, etc), and leafy greens (though if yours are free range ferals that's probably not as appealing). You can by processed treats, they really like suet nuggest, preferably in blueberry or other fruit flavors, but they'll eat the normal stuff too.
Mine also really like a bowl of their normal chow, with water added to make it soft. They can lack enthusiasm for a lot of raw/fresh foods, but they always bicker over who gets to eat the wet chow first.
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Hi again. Could you do Chyna x fem reader that loves to cook or bake? Just domestic home life or bringing muffins and brownies to the shows after a match.
Housewife
Pairing: Chyna x Fem reader
Description: After tasting some of your cookies, the roster of Raw and Smackdown find out about and meet you, Chyna's wife
Despite losing her match tonight Chyna smiles taking a bite out of the cookies you had made for her earlier dropping them off to her in the parking lot before walking in the arena to watch Smackdown. Eddie along with Billy Gunn and Jeff Hardy grab a cookie from the baggie immediately noticing how big the bag is taking a few of them and handing them out to others backstage who all went to chyna asking to make more earning a laugh as she takes a bite with milk "I didn't make these guys, my wife did" everyone freezes and turns stunned responding in equal fashion "Wife?!" she pulls a picture of you out of her jacket pocket telling them about you before going to the ring for her match against Stacy Keibler handing you a rose she carried with her after throwing the rest to the crowd finally sharing a hug and kiss when the two of you got home eating dinner you made knowing hoe much chyna needed it after all the time on the road and how she has always loved your cooking from the moment the two of you got together after her relationship with Triple H "Everyone found out about you today and they love your cookies" you giggle as the two of you got ready for and went to bed leading to the next day. You decided to bake more cookies this time enough for everyone on the rosters and cooked some homemade rice and shrimp putting it in to go containers before the two of you head to the arena walking backstage as everyone stretched and changed grabbing a quick drink almost running into Edge and Christian after being bumped by Road Dogg joking with the two blonde men walking back in as chyna handed you a plate of the rice and shrimp turning with a smile "Dig in" the boys do such leading to now as the two along with the Apa, the Hardy boys, Lita, eddie, Jacqueline, Test, and Trish enjoy the warm meal staying backstage and watching chyna's match with lita before she introduced you to billy and the Mcmahon's leading to you coming to every show afterwards with different meals and baked goods and becoming the cater thanks to Steph and Linda after Bradshaw and Gangrel told them about your talent and had them try homemade soup you made for that night leading to you even becoming a personal cook for some of the wrestlers on the road but despite all the hours of traveling and making meals you were always in the kitchen still being a housewife and the love of chyna's life and heart.
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Top 5 Sonic Final bosses? :)
This is counting "regular" final bosses as well, in the case of those that have a true final boss. Spoiler though: they're all Eggman. :P I swear this wasn't on purpose, it's just that the other villains who make up a final boss often tend to be underwhelming for one reason or another.
5. Nega-Wisp Armor - It may be a bit on the easy side, but since Colours marked the first 3D title where Eggman was the uncontested final boss from all angles, it holds a lot of significance to me as a result. That aside, it's also cool that Eggman gets to use the Wisps against you... even takes the announcer with him. >:|
4. Egg Diablo - I think I've become this boss fight's biggest stan at this point lol. I get why some parts might piss players off, but for the most part, I genuinely enjoy how challenging this one is. Its design provides a neat shogun spin on the Death Egg Robot template, it has a lot in common with the Great Eggman Robo (see below), and I love how Eggman segues into phase 2 by cockblocking your victory.
3. Egg Viper - One of the most famous examples here. Killer design, legendary meme, and an ending that always gets me hyped. I'm not a Michael Bay, but I love that explosion so much.
2. Egg Wizard - A very unique and underrated one. Thanks to the Jeweled Scepter, Eggman (and Nega, but fuck him) shows off a selection of unconventional magic-based attacks. The fight itself is quite fun too.
1. The Death Egg/Doomsday finale - I consider the endgame of S3&K to be one of the best in the series, largely because of how well it incorporates Eggman's absolute refusal to give up. There are gods who get Big Oof'd after one fight, meanwhile this man keeps going again and again. And all this after the rest of S3&K, which of course had many other moments where the doctor gave his 110%.
Honorable mentions: The original Death Egg Robot cause of how iconic it is, SA1 Egg Walker cause of the significance it has for Tails and Eggman's own demeanour in the cutscene leading up to it, Perfect Chaos for being probably the least shit Super Sonic boss in a 3D installment, the Egg Shrimp in Advance 2 for what it says about Eggman and Sonic's characters with how quick they are to kidnap and save a random woman respectively, Emerl in Battle cause of the emotions surrounding it, Egg Salamander in Rush cause ~wrapped in black, wrapped in black~, Alf-Layla-wa-Layla cause Sonic gets to beat the shit out of Erazor "Domestic Abuser" Djinn, the Mega Death Egg Robot in Forces cause of the genius of Eggman storing a second mech inside the first one, and finally - despite its, er, complications - the Black Dragon in Superstars, cause seeing Sonic's friends help him out during it is extremely appreciated by me after years of them standing around like cheerleaders whenever it's final boss time.
#Crusher's Asks#Opinion#Dr. Eggman#Sonic 3 & Knuckles#Sonic Adventure#Sonic Rush Adventure#Sonic Colours#Sonic Superstars
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"Obscure animal requests, pt 1" (2023)
The first requests batch!
Jerboa (I super regret making a domestic one instead of a desert one, so might draw a desert one at some point), I'iwi , Sand cat and M;antis shrimp. I hope you all enjoy them! Second batch is almost finished, but I'll wait 'till next week or so in order to post it.
The most challenting one was, of course, the mantis shrimp! I'm very aquainted with crustacean anatomy, but admittedly took several liberties there, a few of them in order to make the critter expressive, and others just to simplify. I wanted to make sure the biramous appendages had an emphasis to them, and I like the work on the antennae, but the walking appendages ended up looking way too much like toes I guess. Still, always worth trying and experimnting.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy them!
#Rodents#Jerboa#domestic#I'iwi#Birds#hawaiann fauna#Felines#san cat#Felis margarita#Crustaceans#invertebrates#Shrimp#mantis shrimp#2023#Nothofagus-obliqua#obscure animals#requests#Less often drawn animals
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Silent But Friendly || Jonas & Parker
TIMING: When Jonas was still in the hospital
SETTING: The Hospital
PARTIES: @thesilentmedium & @wonder-in-wings
SUMMARY: Parker visits Jonas and brings shrimp! Glorious Shrimp.
WARNINGS: Domestic Abuse TW (Both men had terrible dads)
The soft sounds of pencil on paper could be heard from the hospital room as Jonas scribbled away at the portrait on his paper. It was of his family friend Jamie who was currently passed out on the couch in the room in a rather unflattering position. Jonas could have taken a picture to show Lil later but the drawing was a good way to get some of his depth perception back, or so he hoped. He had been informed that his left eye was badly damaged and that the chances of him seeing out of it again were low. He was doing his best to get used to the changes this entailed, especially relearning how far objects were in front of him.
More than once he managed to run into the door frame leading to the bathroom. Lil had practically banned him from walking around on his own for the time being, which left Jonas with little to do other than sketch while he waited for Jamie to wake up. He didn’t mind though, the feeling of the pencil going across the paper was soothing. The repetitive action kept him grounded in the now rather than the past. He would have to make sure he thanked Andy properly for giving into his request for it. He was also glad that the bruises on his wrists were mostly numb at this point or he doubted this activity would be as beneficial as it was now.
The other activity that kept his mind well away from what happened was visitors, something he enjoyed even more than the drawing. He was reminded how much he was cared for by the amount of people showing up to wish him well. Regulars who had found out he was in the hospital sent flowers and cards that now littered any empty space there was in the hospital room. He was hoping his visitor today wasn’t allergic to any of them. He knew Parker was allergic to dogs, but one allergy often led to having others. Jonas paused in his drawing to look towards the door, he was excited for the older man to stop by.
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A large bag that maintained the temperature of whatever was in it. A spare hand removing itself from its comfort spot on a black-blotched belt (temporarily hollow and missing all of the weapons that usually nestled in their respective holsters) to flex and extend in a subconscious, nervous habit. A room number, leading to a gaze as Parker carefully avoided interacting with most of the staff, though part of him wondered how many of them recognized him from the last time he was there, doing his best and rubbing nis nerves raw in attempts to help Rhett leave while making sure neither of them would’ve been charged with anything.
Parker hated hospitals, and his most recent visit, also being his first as he went to retrieve Rhett, was a terrible first impression, though not because of the staff. He never did talk to the older Warden about any of that. He never asked if he had the identities of the fae and werewolf combination that had torn him to shreds. He never brought up how he still felt an uncharacteristic anxiety tug on his stomach on occasion from the incident; he had long since assumed that it was some residual emotion that hadn’t been properly addressed that day or any day after. ‘What’s the matter with you now, boy?’ His father asked frequently, now as he lingered outside of the door to the hospital room Jonas was resting in. ‘You don’t let nothin’ bother you. You just… decide what does?’
The Warden exhaled, shaking his father’s voice out of his head absently before he opened the door slowly and carefully though he knew Jonas wouldn’t have been able to hear it - all the more reason to move slowly. However, as Parker did a quick glance around the room before his blue eyes settled on the beaten, but not deathly visage of one of the Ballard twins, his breath jumped into his throat as they caught a man sleeping in the corner. He didn’t know someone else was going to be there.
So, when his eyes found Jonas, his expression carried a hint of surprise. He placed the bag on a chair quietly before he started to sign. “I’m sorry, should I come back later?” Parker asked, much more intelligible now that he wasn’t awkwardly trying to obscure his face and he pointed to the sleeping figure.
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Jonas smiled as the taller figure made his way into the room. He was glad to see the other man looking well, if only a little nervous. “Hm? Oh, no! That is Jamie, he is a friend of the family. He is here to keep me safe while Lil is out but he was up late last night. I do not think he will wake up.” Jamie was often napping during the day in Jonas’ hospital room, he rarely saw the man stir while talking to those who came to visit him. In fact Jonas was sure alarms could start ringing in the hospital and if he didn’t go over there to wake the man up Jamie would simply sleep through it. Not that he would hear the alarms himself.
Now that he thought about it perhaps that was concerning for someone who was meant to protect him, then again it had been calm since he woke up here a few days ago, something Jonas was mostly grateful for. Times when no one was visiting were the worst though, his mind was free to wander back into the woods. He hadn’t slept properly since the incident and his sketchbook was starting to be filled with the haunting trees that had surrounded him that night. He wasn’t sure if Andy would be happy to find Jonas sketching the scene of his trauma so many times in her gift. He didn’t know what else to do though, talking about it was too difficult he was tired of rehashing the night's events over and over. It was draining to have to speak about what happened, but drawing let him get it out without really acknowledging it was him who was hurt.
He could draw the trees and the man locked inside them didn’t have to be him, it could be anyone. Jonas didn’t feel great wishing this had happened to someone else but he found that he was having a harder time accepting it had happened to him. He knew it had, the evidence was all over his skin, but if he could just pretend it didn’t for a little while he was able to find some peace. That was one of the reasons he was glad Parker decided to visit today. “How have you been? Is your family alright? I hope Blue’s omen wasn’t too bad of one.”
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“Only if you’re sure.” Parker replied, reading the words that were being signed before he cast one more, lasting glance over to the slumped figure. He was on edge, again, as usual apparently when he interacted with Jonas. If it wasn’t a dog, it was unwarranted kindness. If not that, a stranger in the room, a hospital room, a sterile and unusual place that the Warden had only ever been inside once before, and it was a stressful experience. Noise, movement. Yelling.
He shook his head, pulling his gaze away from Jamie and his stare returned to Jonas, dancing over the intricate details and imperfections inflicted on him. The bandage over his eye, the abrasions, bruises. An inspired mind might’ve tried to give words of encouragement, but Parker, as one who never wanted any of his injuries to have attention drawn to them, found none of those words and after he gave a studious gaze to the medium, he responded to Jonas’ inquiries.
“My mother got into an accident but she’s fine.” A pause. “Well… my brother said she was fine.” This was partially a lie - Parker hadn’t actually heard anything about Walker or their mother since that call a couple of months ago. He sighed softly, remembering that he promised the older Wright that he’d call more often. “I’ve been…” He faltered again. How had he been? He was missing one more finger than the last time Jonas had seen him, for starters. “It doesn’t matter.” He replied after a moment. “I’m not here for me. I’m here for you.”
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“I am very sure, it is lovely to see you again.” Jonas peeked over at the bag on the chair, a little curious as to what food Parker brought along. He had made sure not to have lunch in order to have room for the treat. The nurse was concerned at first till he hurriedly explained that his friend was bringing him food. Though now that he was getting a good look at Parker’s face with his uncovered eye, he was beginning to think maybe he should have waited till he was home to have the other bring his food. It was easy to see just how tense the older man was. He understood, hospitals could make quite a number of people uncomfortable, he was one of them. If it weren’t for the salt lining the room and the other ghost proofing steps Lil took he would have been swarmed by the dead. He could still hear them faintly outside his room but thankfully it was muffled enough not to give him one of his usual headaches.
“I am glad to hear she is alright.” Jonas beamed at the other man glad Blue’s message was a minor one this time. His smile faltered a little though as he finally took note of the other man’s hand. His reluctance to answer the question and the new injury made Jonas a little worried. “I do not wish to make you talk about things that make you uncomfortable but, if you do wish to talk, we have quite a lot of time before dinner.” He knew Parker was more of a private man than he was and wasn’t going to push but he did hope the older man still would offer what had happened on his own.
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He wished he knew why he interacting with Jonas specifically seemed to put him on edge. Was it because of their embarrassing first interaction, where Parker remembered with a grit of his teeth how he looked and he sounded, a tall and proud man reduced to a sniveling mess of nerves? ‘Or it could be that you think he’s hiding something.’ Walker suggested unhelpfully. ‘What’s he asking for, I wonder? Is it because he can speak to the ghosts of the people you’ve killed? Daddy’s little serial killer, remember?’ The Warden didn’t think it was that; he had resigned himself to acknowledging what he had to do in the past. He wasn’t even sure if fae carried spirits with them.
‘Okay okay, maybe it’s so he can learn something about you that he can hold over your head later!’ Walker mused. ‘You don’t have friends, remember? Look at that face. Look at how he’s related to Lil. There’s something simmering, I can feel it–’ “Go away, Walker.” Parker murmured, lowering his head so his lips couldn’t have been read by the bedbound medium. Perhaps it was something as simple as the disarming nature of Jonas. Surely there had to be an ulterior motive. Paranoia wasn’t something Parker drew from often and subsequently, didn’t carry well and especially if it was reserved for Jonas, of all people and creatures.
“Why?” He ended up asking as he made eye contact with Jonas once more, his brow furrowed as he obviously asked the question with a genuine tone, even if it was nonverbal. “I don’t understand.” He added, though he wasn’t sure how to embellish the statement further. He didn’t, and that was where the thought stopped before it started to unravel, questions on top of questions on top of the fundamental lack of knowing why Jonas could’ve possibly cared about anything in Parker’s life. None of it was relevant, none of it was interesting or worth discussing.
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“Why?” Jonas was more used to people shunning his kindness over asking why he was kind. He supposed it was because he genuinely cared, perhaps too much. Or maybe it was simply because his mother had hammered into his head so often that he had to be kind. Maybe he wasn’t actually as nice as he seemed to be and was doing it more from a sense of duty. He sure hadn’t been feeling kind towards the people who landed him in this bed, even going as far as feeling a little glad they were dead and unable to hurt him again. He felt guilty over it, but he was sure he actually cared about things happening to Parker. He felt relieved to hear the other’s mother was okay in the end.
“I think it is normal to be glad that the family of your friends are okay. I also think it is very normal to check in and make sure they are okay themselves. If it feels like I am overstepping your boundaries please let me know. I will make sure to try and not to pry if it seems something is wrong.” Jonas didn’t want the other man to feel like Jonas’ worry was another thing to be bothered by. Or that Jonas was fake in his worry, even if he himself was starting to doubt it.
The incident in the woods had shaken Jonas more than he was willing to let on to most people. He was startled by any sort of movement he happened to catch outside his door, sleep had been so easy before but now he struggled to even close his eyes for five minutes, then there was the feeling in his stomach. One that wasn’t anxiety or sadness. It was anger, frustration at the situation that was surrounding him. An anger that made him question why he was the one to be hurt? What wrong had he done for the world to decide he deserved such a punishment? Perhaps this was why people took up religion, anything to answer why.
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“You aren’t overstepping.” Parker replied first, though he wasn’t sure why he wanted that to be the first reply. Responding to the rest of it took a little more time for the Warden, however and the latter glanced over at the sleeping figure once more in thought. Jonas said that it was normal. Perhaps that was why it seemed so unusual to him.
What did he know about normal?
There was a moment of unsigned silence between them as Parker realized just how abnormal everything around them was. He wasn’t normal. Jonas’ ability to see and communicate with ghosts wasn’t normal. The Warden being in a hospital, Jonas almost being killed, the knowledge that Blue was in Jonas’ shadow literally and not metaphorically wasn’t normal. “Is normal what you want right now?” He found himself asking, his brow furrowing ever-so-slightly as he signed to the medium. A pause before he added onto it. “I’m sorry, I’m not adept at normal things. What can I do to be normal for you?” Another pause. “Would me talking about it… make it normal?”
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“Oh! No I did not mean to insinuate that you were not normal. Perhaps I should have said it was common for one to be worried for their friends and their family.” Jonas would have loved some normalcy in this moment, but his life had never been that way and to suggest that someone else was abnormal was simply rude of him. “You are fine as you are. It was simply an invitation to talk if something had happened.” it was obvious from the missing finger that the other had been in some sort of trouble.
This was Wicked’s Rest though, trouble was the town’s motto. Admittedly when you were away from it for so long it was easy to forget. Perhaps he had been too caught up in his own problems of the past to remember just how horrible this town could be to those around you. No one was truly having a peaceful time in this place. Normal just didn’t exist here either. Chances are the person you were talking to was a hunter or a medium or even a vampire, something he admittedly only learned about upon his return. If they weren’t powered then there was always the chance they had been affected by something that was. Ghosts, fire breathing cats, dogs that brought upon bad omens. It was all there to mess with someone’s day.
“If you like we can move on, I am still interested in what food you brought.” Perhaps a change in subject would save the awkward air between him and Parker. Jonas did want the other man to enjoy his time here even if the circumstances were not the best.
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How was it that everything he thought, everything he signed out, seemed to make it awkward? It was so strange and, dare one say, abnormal. Parker was used to awkward interactions; it pretty much came with him interacting with anyone outside of Walker or Metzli now, and even then Metzli was strange like him. ‘You wanna blame the dog.’ He wanted to blame the dog. How Jonas perceived him through his own lens of how others must’ve seen him was something Parker never adjusted well to, and their first interaction was branded on the inside of his skull, as was every other first interaction with everyone he’d met. This one was marred with shame, his father’s oppressive shadow looming over him every time any weakness escaped from the Warden whether it was– ‘All of it is your fault, boy. Remember that. Don’t think otherwise.’
So when Jonas offered for him to change conversation topics, to something easier for him to talk about than wherever was going on in his life regardless of how normal or not it was, Parker found some of the tension leaving his body. “Sorry.” He found himself apologizing anyway, his brow knitting with guilt that he didn’t know how to shake. “I just don’t…” He shook his head and waved his hands as though clearing the air. Maybe moving on from the topic would help make it easier to return to it later, once he was more comfortable. “I brought shrimp etouffee.” He explained, his expression altering slightly to be less melancholy as he motioned to the thermal bag. “You said you were okay with shellfish, and it’s warm.”
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Jonas shook his head when the other man began to apologize. He was beginning to realize that Parker was a man who put a lot of stock in how he appeared to others. Something Jonas understood very well. For a long time he had tried his best to be what his father wanted but he never did live up to the image. Perhaps it was a good thing. If Jonas was anything like his father he wouldn’t be a good person, he wouldn’t be kind or understanding, he wouldn’t be able to talk a ghost into moving on peacefully. Lil wouldn’t love him and he doubted he would have any friends, Jacob never did. He found peace by accepting his father would never love him, even if the man’s words still bothered him from time to time.
Maybe that was something similar to Parker. Someone made the older man feel inadequate, or strange enough for him to stumble in social situations. “Shrimp Etouffee?” Jonas leaned over and opened the bag taking in the food on offer. “It looks delicious!” He had never had such a dish before but was glad Parker thought to bring it along. “Do you want to have some now or should we save it for later?” He was glad the change of topic seemed to get the other to relax a little more.
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At the expression of interest for what he had brought, Parker found himself altering again, another subtle shift in his demeanor though he was the last person to be able to explain why. “It’s shrimp in roux sauce with broth, some select herbs and served over rice.” He explained, pausing for a moment before adding “I wasn’t sure how you liked spicy, so it’s a little milder than usual.” As he signed this, he realized with a somewhat startling abruptness that Jonas was asking about him but he himself knew astonishingly little about Jonas.
He likes his dog, that was the first thing Parker learned. He was a medium, and confident enough in his ability that he didn’t feel the need to hide it from the public. He liked to cook, and at least partially owned a bakery. He was a twin, and the more gentle of the two… which made a small, rotten part of the Warden wonder if that was why he got so viciously attacked. Could he fight? Did he want to fight? Or did he take pride in never having to have had to? When he entered the room earlier, he noticed that Jonas was doing something in a sketchbook so he either wrote or drew. Perhaps both.
This lent itself to an idea that Parker had, and he reflected the thought in his expression as he glanced up in contemplation. “I think… having something in front of me gives me something to do in addition to conversing.” He said. “I’d… like to know more about you, if that’s okay.” Another brief pause. “But if you’d like to wait, we can. Like I said, I’m here for you.”
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“It looks amazing! I have some bowls we can use.” Jonas moved the blanket off his legs, careful to place his sketchbook on the side table first, as he shuffled to get out of the bed. He was glad the garb the hospital gave him didn’t open in the back like he had seen on so many shows. He didn’t think Parker needed to see what underwear he was wearing as he shuffled around, keeping his hand to the bed for reference. He really wasn’t meant to be moving on his own with his tendency to bump into things but he didn’t think simply going to the bags across the room would be a big deal. It was mostly open space. “I am um alright with spice, my mother was quite the fan of it in her cooking.”
He spoke in what he hoped was a quiet tone, as he tugged a couple of plastic bowls and spoons out of the bag in front of him. With people bringing food Jonas had asked Lil to make sure there was something on hand just in case. He carefully made his way back over to the bed, only nearly bumping into Parker and the chair and muttering a small apology as he sat on the edge of the bed, bowls in hand. He was a little surprised Parker asked about him, he offered a little smile and set the bowls aside so his hands were free.
“I do not mind, what would you like to know?” Jonas did his best to keep his eyes on Parker as he scooped out a serving of Shrimp Etouffee into each bowl. He was excited to try it, cooking for Jonas was an act of love so any food made by his friends was something he would treasure even if the taste was a little off. Though luckily for him the food Parker had made was delicious.
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The Warden had a mind to tell the boy that he didn’t need to trouble himself with getting up (as Parker had brought dishware of his own for the occasion) but before he could, the medium had already made the motion to get out of bed. Instinctively, one of Parker’s hands reached out, ready to catch Jonas if the latter stumbled or fell but he didn’t and instead, sharp blue eyes were glued to his tottering form as he shuffled to retrieve the bowls and plasticware. While Jonas moved around, though, it gave Parker a chance to observe the man’s body movements, as though to assess what damage, if any, had been done.
An arm did make it to the medium when the latter almost bumped into him, a firm, but gentle reassurance to keep him stable - not that Jonas particularly needed Parker’s help, but perhaps Parker was just still too raw with watching as Rhett hobbled from place to place. ‘Whatever that means.’ Walked scoffed. He didn’t take his eyes off of Jonas until he had sat back down, where he nodded and collected the bowls briefly, maneuvering around so that he could still see Jonas sign while he served them up.
“Anything you’re willing to tell me. About you. About what you like or do when you aren’t at work.” He replied before heaping some rice into each bowl, then draping the etouffee over it. “And maybe… if you want, I can say some stuff about me, too.” He added after handing Jonas his bowl with the fork in it and sitting down carefully in the chair next to the hospital bed. Still tense, but trying harder than usual to just relax.
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What did Jonas do outside of work? Now that he thought of it, most of his time was set in his bakery. He woke up ridiculously early to go there and warm up the ovens while he started making the bread for the breakfast rush, setting up bagels and doughnuts so that they were as fresh as possible for his customers. He didn’t leave till just after closing time around 8pm. He was there most of the week. He really was in need of help, it couldn’t be healthy the way he handled his business, but he always did feel guilty leaving Andy there alone when he couldn’t be in and he didn’t dare make her work more than eight hours. It was probably why his friend circle was so small in the town. You couldn’t really make friends if you were at work all day. It didn’t help that when he was out of work he could feel them following him, whoever they were.
He munched on his food a little as he contemplated this new discovery, not expecting it to come about from a simple question. When he was free from here he would have to make sure he set about hiring new people and maybe learning some self defense so he would feel more free to enjoy his day. “If I am being honest there is not much that I do. I sometimes go to a club for dancing, I like to paint scenery from the town, I go on walks with Blue. I visit tea shops. I adore good tea. Occasionally I go out in a wig and dress…being followed has… limited my activities.” Jonas offered a nervous smile hoping he didn’t sound too plain for the other man. “I would love to hear more about you, what is it you do for a living? And of course if you wish to share your hobbies I am more than happy to learn about them!”
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Parker would’ve been lying if he considered something like ‘going out in wigs and a dress’ to be on the same level as just about everything else Jonas had said, but the Warden himself had eclectic hobbies and… niche interests, to put it mildly, not to mention he simply wasn’t the type to judge someone based on something like that. Jonas mentioning that he liked tea was a little closer to something the Warden could identify with, though, having grown not fond of it but it was something he did with Burrow now, and it wasn’t something he hated. And, of course, the explanation was there and gone, too short for Parker to really think about when he anticipated the obligatory ‘what about you’ from Jonas.
He thought for a moment, allowing whatever hesitancy he held about speaking on himself to be shown in his facial animation; the faint twitch of his brow, how he looked down and his eyes danced as though reading from an invisible script. There was no script. ‘Just be simple. It’s so easy not to be weird.’ If Parker had a nickel every time Walker told him that while playfully nudging his shoulder with an elbow. “Yeah, I’d be wary, too.” He replied before taking some bites of his food. He didn’t ask Jonas how it was, though he probably should’ve, but Jonas was eating it. And he didn’t seem the type to outright say that he didn’t like something. Maybe he should ask.
‘Oh my god you’re so stubborn. Just answer the damn question.’ “I’m a collector.” Parker explained. “I have an entomology exhibition at the science museum.” That was as simple as he could make it. It would do. “...Insects.” He added. “Hobbies.” He glanced up in thought, eating more of his etouffee. “I like to swim.” More idling as he legitimately thought about what else he did. “I’ve been meaning to go to the theater to see their musicals.” He scoffed. “I suppose I don’t really have that many hobbies. I’m pretty… boring.”
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“Oh I forgot my manners, this is very delicious.” Jonas was being honest, Parker was a good cook, something Jonas would note for later. He could perhaps have the man help out during holiday dinners, if he was free. He nodded, he was definitely wary and this latest incident did nothing to help his growing paranoia. He was hopeful that lil would be able to find something about Astra to help get this situation under control. He didn’t want to be so scared of going outside or of sleeping.
Jonas paused trying to think if he’d ever bothered to go to the museum recently. “That is quite impressive, that your work is good enough to be in a museum.” He offered a smile and nodded when Parker explained his hobbies. “Swimming is fun, though I do not imagine you do much of it in this cold weather. Just because you do not have many activities that you do does not mean you are boring. It just means you know what you like and stick to it.” Jonas was never one to let a negative comment slide. His mother hadn’t been either and he knew it was sometimes important to remind people that they were fine as they were. He was never sure if others got annoyed by it but he was hoping it was more helpful than harmful.
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The compliment was signed, and it was followed by the faint creep of heat across the Warden’s cheeks, though it wasn’t there for very long as the ghost of a smile threatened to pull on the corner of his mouth before it slid back into its normal location. “There are indoor pools,” Parker replied after taking another bite, hoping it disguised some of the unwarranted emotion that had happened onto his face. “And as for the museum… it’s science and history. Insects are… easy. To incorporate.” That compliment was waved off with a noncommittal shrug; not something worth praising, in his opinion. There was a pause as something else crossed Parker’s mind, and ergo his face as he thought on it for a moment.
He shook his head to himself. Mentioning his father was irrelevant. ‘So long as you never forget what I tell you, boy. The first of which being to straighten up.’
The Warden straightened up. “I found a tea place recently.” He continued after the brief lull in the conversation; he really was terrible at initiating and maintaining small talk. “Their menu is… expansive. It’s called ‘Steeper’s Stop’, have you heard of them?” Another pause. “What… kind of tea do you like?”
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“That is true.” Jonas still couldn’t imagine going to a pool during a Maine winter even if it was inside. The cold seemed to reach even the smallest of cracks in a building. If Jonas was home all of the fire places would likely be working hard to heat the old house. Then again Jonas had always been weak to the cold. Going outside these days required more layers, thankfully it was a blessing when it came to working near the bakery ovens. “That does not mean it is not still impressive.” He doubted a museum would take just any work offered to it.
“I have, though I have yet to visit it.” Jonas paused as he moved his spoon around his food, thinking about his teas. He had quite the collection at home from earl greys to peppermint tea. “Mm I think my favorites would be peach tea and chamomile. I have found a rather good supplier of loose leaf teas for both. Oh there is also a hot cinnamon spice tea that I got in order to try it but the… Well I ended up here before I got the chance. Perhaps when I am out you would like to come over and try it with me.” It was still hard to admit outloud what had happened even if he knew not saying it didn’t stop the past from being the past.
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If Parker had been a little more… normal, as Jonas had assured him it was okay not to be earlier, he would’ve thought it impressive that there were so many different tea combinations, and there were people who could list off that information as though it was second nature to them. ‘That’s what you do with insects, weirdo.’ But he couldn’t; to him, it was relative to people knowing a plethora of pop culture references. Such was the curse of being Parker Wright, always watching through the window and never quite feeling like he was welcome in. And that was okay.
When the medium trailed off for a moment before seemingly recovering, Parker realized one reason why he preferred signing sometimes; he was always bad with tone. Always. And it had gotten him into trouble when he was a child. Walker joked that he was ‘comically serious’ but it took him an embarrassingly long amount of time to understand the meaning behind different tones, but with the lack of sound, he could spend more time observing facial expressions and body movement. Jonas moved past the snag in the sentence and Parker’s blue eyes turned downwards to examine the remnants of his food for a moment.
“Yeah. I’ll try some. Sounds ideal for this time of year/” He replied, glancing back up before his hands tapped each other for a moment in thought. “I was wondering… I’m… sorry about what happened to you.” He repeated his apology from earlier. “If you want… I can teach you self-defense.” Parker suggested, that unfamiliar uncertainty returning to his own body language; he almost preferred this part if it was online but as his father hissed for him to get himself together, he did so and he squared his shoulders subconsciously, straightening up and he looked at the medium earnestly. It wasn’t a false invitation, if anything; he didn’t make those.
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Jonas perked up considerably at Parker agreeing to come over and try his tea, it always was more fun to try new things with friends though his face fell when the other man mentioned he was sorry for what happened. He really was doing his best to be in denial of it all when he could. He stirred the food around in his plate as he thought of it, only half was gone. Self defense would be something he needed to learn eventually. He knew he couldn’t deny that fact any longer, but it would keep the event in the back of his mind and make it harder to simply avoid it.
Still he doubted he would get such a sincere offer to be taught again and Parker didn’t seem like he’d be a harsh teacher. “Okay. I would like to learn.” Jonas offered a tired smile along with his response. He would do his best as long as Parker was willing to teach him. Maybe the activity would prove a good distraction from everything as well. Something to look forward to rather than dread. His brain was hardwired to always try and find the good in a situation and he was sure he could find the good in all this as well if he tried hard enough.
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There was a sense of unease for a moment as Jonas ruminated on his answer, despite Parker seeming professional and willing to take whichever answer the medium would’ve given him. Maybe he should’ve mentioned that he was teaching Lil how to swim? Then again, maybe that would’ve just made things worse. Or maybe– ‘Okay okay, you’re officially thinking too much. Cut it out.’
And, as it turned out, Jonas said yes anyway. He didn’t realize it but Parker exhaled a quiet sigh of relief. He nodded slowly and this time, he did allow a small, upwards tilt of the corner of his mouth, not confident or seeming like it belonged there but it was there all the same. “Affirmative. Once you get out, we can train, then… have some tea.” He suggested. The Warden still wasn’t sure what particular paths in life had to have been taken to have him act as the teacher for the Ballard twins, but as he sat in that uncomfortable hospital room, warm food sitting on his lip in a bowl and enjoying their silent conversations, he didn’t think he minded those paths. He wasn’t sure how easy it was going to be to teach Jonas, but at present, he wasn’t entirely worried about it.
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Dear @astyet! I’m your @natsume-ss this year! I tried my best writing this small story, but forgive me if it’s have any mistakes, because English is not my first language. I tried to work with requested topic about founding family and touch starving, so this thing was born. I hope you will enjoy it! Marry Christmas!
“It’s a Wonderful life”.
No warnings. Characters: Natsume, Fujiwara couple, Nyanko-sensei.
Despite the fact that Christmas was not a really revered holiday in those lands, devoted to shintoism and other older traditions, Touko-san was obviously not against diversifying her domestic routine.
“Takashi-kun, would you keep me company?” she turned to the boy, who was sitting a little bit sleepy in front of his early morning breakfast. “I want to go to the city and buy Christmas decorations to embellish our house. We can have a good time and I'll give you money so you can buy something for yourself too!”
Surprised, Natsume raised his usually respectfully bowed head.
“Of course, Touko-san! And there's no need to spend anything, I'm anyway will..”
“Don't even think about arguing,” woman smiled, adding another boiled egg on boy’s plate. “Unfortunately, we don't have frequent opportunities to treat you, but, of course, we should!”
Natsume was given some time to put himself together. Brushing hair in front of the mirror, he caught himself feeling uncharacteristically anxious. How should he behave with Touko-san? They rarely spent time together in idleness, usually they were united by some house work or during having their meal. But now they were going to... Have fun?
"Almost as if we were mother and son,” Natsume thought, embarrassed by his own fantasy. He took a closer look in the mirror, trying to imagine himself as someone else, some other boy who had grown up in the caring hands of Touko and Shigeru since the beginning of his life. His imagination resisted, unable to present a sufficiently clear image...
“Mall will be noisy and stuffy, you won't like it there,” Touko-san coaxed Nyanko-sensei, as if she knew that he could really understand human speech. “Stay home, we'll bring you a tasty treat!”
Yokai glanced eloquently at Natsume through woman, hinting at what would happen if they forgot about the promised treat.
“Don't be upset, Sensei," Natsume's voice slightly changed as if he were talking to an ordinary cat, which made Madara terribly angry. “'ll buy you some fried shrimp!”
... Still, it was sad and uncomfortable without Sensei's company. Natsume was used to the warmth of his weighty round body, which he was used to carrying in his arms, feeling the soft fur under his fingers. He rarely thought about how nice it actually felt to be touched by other creatures, whether human or yokai. But now, for some reason, it came to his mind so clearly that it made him want to clench his fists. Touko-san, however, didn't let him indulge in unpleasant feelings for too long. She chirped, talking about what she had read in an interior design magazine, about what Shigeru-san liked to eat on New Year's Eve, about how they celebrated Winter holidays when she was younger. Natsume himself didn't notice how he got caught up in her stories, distracted by the heaviness in his heart.
The city was really noisy… Touko-san dragged Natsume to a fast food restaurant, buying all kinds of delicious things like fries, burgers and nuggets with different colorful sauces. To her trying all of this was something almost illegal. Touko-san giggled, covering her mouth with her palm after each bite. Natsume, however, honestly and directly admitted to her that he thought her cooking was far more delicious. It’s made Touko-san both pleased and upset, because Natsume did not appreciate the "special having-fun food”
Choosing the decor turned out to be a lot of fun. Touko-san asked Natsume's opinion of every trinket she saw, and Natsume really tried to take it seriously. When he and Touko-san found themselves in some particularly crowded place amongst ribbons, scented candles and daisy chains, woman took Natsume palm at hers, so they wouldn't be separated. The gentle warmth of her dry skin, the unobtrusive smell of perfume, the sparkle of her modest jewelry... Natsume caught himself smiling like a fool, mesmerized by quivering beauty of this woman, which treated him better than anyone else in his conscious life. He was sorry when she let him go near the desk to pay and pick up shopping bags.
Their train the village was still an hour away, and Touko-san insisted that they with Natsume should split up and each go shopping on their own.
As was promised, she gave the boy a few bills, which were enough to make a decent purchase. No matter how much Natsume refused, he had to take the money and remain alone in the crowded hallway of the mall in a slight shock and not knowing where to go. His first thought was to just sit down and wait for Touko-san to come back, then give her the money and go home peacefully as it would be time to leave for the train station. However, he had to admit that woman was trying to please him for a whole day, and as unaccustomed and anxious as he was to accept such care, it was still worth it to return Touko-san's gratitude. Looking around carefully, he spotted an interesting store and headed there. Then they meet again with Touko-san, she has another colorful bag with mystery content and he has a box full of treats for Nyanko-sensei.
The evening at Fujiwara's house was very different from all previous ones. Touko-san, Natsume, and even Nyanko-sensei (with the best of his paws abilities of course) decorated the house with red flowers, fairy-lights, colorful glittering balls and candlesticks. When Shigeru-san returned from work, the burning candles greeted him with soft light in the windows.
“Shigeru-san, Takashi-kun, I have a gift for both of you," Touko-san proudly announced after a dinner consisting of treats bought in the city. “Or rather, it's for the three of us and maybe for a Nyankichi…”
Sensei looked up at her, briefly taking his eyes off his precious shrimp. Touko-san went out into the corridor and returned with a small cardboard box.
“It's a projector. I thought we could get together occasionally to relax and watch and discuss movies. It still needs a special screen to go with, but it will have to wait until I collect some money again. Salesman said it's okay to use the blanket without patterns for now...”
Not only Natsume, but Shigeru-san as well, clapped his eyes in surprise. It came as a complete surprise to both of them. The silence lingered so long that Touko-san became nervous. Shigeru-san, of course, found himself first and rushed to help his wife install the projector, kissing her on the top of her head at the same time.
“Such a wonderful idea, Touko-san,” he smiled.
Natsume didn't know what to say, but he helped too, and hung the blanket in their humble living room, carefully smoothing out every crease on it. Somehow he felt strangely anxious, as if he were about to do something terrible. His stomach clenched and his hands began to tremble. This could be explained by the presence of an evil spirit, but Nyanko-sensei didn't even lift a finger. He seemed quite interested in the projector, and when Touko-san finally sat down on the cushions, plumped down on her lap, making the fragile woman quietly groan from his weight.
“Colleague gave me this CD a long time ago and told me that this movie is watched at Christmas in USA,”Shigeru-san brought a flat box with the CD from his office, where there was a TV and a shelf with a few movie collections. No one forbade Natsume to go in there and watch whatever he wanted, but he was shy and never took advantage of the invitation.
There was a picture of a beautiful couple in brightly colored outfits on the box, but the movie itself was colorless. Natsume was fascinated by what was happening on the screen, noting to himself how different the old movies were from the ones Natori-san was starring in. The film seemed to convey something other than the image-the very soul of the actors and the deeper meaning of the story being told.
Not even halfway through the film, Natsume was already feeling sleepy. The day had been long, stomach was full, and Natsume felt warm on both sides of his body. Anxious slowly gone from him… Adults sat on either side of the boy, just as gradually relaxing and touching their dear Takashi with their shoulders. When the child sniffled softly, Shigeru gently put arm around his shoulders. Takashi unconsciously snuggled against the man, trying through sleep to get the warmth and such desirable touch. The adoptive parents leaned over their child, both simultaneously feeling a rush of unspeakable tenderness.
“Do you think he is happy with us?” Touko asked her husband, gazing at Natsume's face anxiously as if trying to see the signs of unhappiness there.
“I think so," her husband said, brushing a little bit of hair away from Natsume's face. “This boy will have a Wonderful Life from now on.”
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Any trigun fics you do recommend/enjoyed?
oh Positivity, yes. uuuhhhh im kind of bad at bookmarking things ngl but i will share A Few. all vashwood bc that's my shit & all
i feel like everyone knows about Figure Me Out but it was one of the first fics i read in this fandom & honestly tangentially inspiration for writing Sentido (that whole tangible inhumanity kind of idea). i should reread it sometime. im very behind on the sequel but im thinking about working on reading it so i can have smth that has good characterization. genuinely some of the best vash characterization ive seen. Sooooooooooo good
theres kinder, gentler WHICH i actually was absolutely ABSOLUTELY obsessed with a giant haikyuu fic this person wrote back in the day, so seeing them get into trigun was an Absolute gift for me. one of the best trigun longfic there are imo with fun characterizations & WONDERFUL writing. one of my favorite instances of Knives Domestication too, aka he's still very thorny and does not like humans but he is Making An Effort (after centuries and centuries of work). this fic rly embodies the spirit of trigun to me tbh, if it was something... well... kinder and gentler. very silly and very sad at times, but also hopeful. what a fic <3
i was very very very obsessed with Trillium and Ivy. read the entire thing in one day. & honestly shoutout to them for writing such a long fic back b4 the trigun renaissance. Dedication. it's been a bit since ive read it but i remember really enjoying how they wrote Vash's disability in a modern setting. not just handwaving away the prosthetic as some super high-tech thing. and also addressing the utter horror that his recovery from such a serious accident wouldve been. honestly i might reread it sometime, ive forgotten a lot of it and it was SO fucking good. genuinely i was obsessed. highly recommend it.
uhmmmmmmmmmmm the other trigun fics i have bookmarked are smut fics lksdjflsdkfj but i'll share them anyways bc if it's in my bookmarks that means they HIT me enough i wanted to save it for later. and thus they are the kinds of smut fics that have U contemplating life and love and ur very existence
i’m here in search of your glory (there’s been a million before me) (what a long title) uh this one. well this one broke me. first half is just pain pain pain pain and then u get ur happiness and Relief and joy and. well. ya kno lmao. this fic rly did hit me so hard tho. i enjoyed it a lot
a kind heart to haunt rancher (& ex outlaw) vash and cowboy wolfwood. western au, very well done. i read this one all in one morning and felt shrimp feelings (in a good way). and the smut is. Also good. LOVE AND LONGING AND uh. good smut. what more is there to ask for
just a holy fool now i'll admit it's been over 4 months since ive read this so i dont remember a lot. but since it's in my bookmarks that means it Hit me. i remember it being the perfect kind of vashwood longing tho So if ur looking for smut with feelings. this one's Pretty Great
#anonymous#ask#looking thru the vw fics by wordcount to see if there r any others id recommend but. shrug#ive more commonly sorted by word count for this pairing just bc i like. longfic lol#apparently ITNL is on the first page for word count. just barely but it's there.#74k doesnt feel that long but i guess it kinda is huh#anyways yea ive read a lot more fics than these but. it's a starter list i guess?#take the fact that i dont do bookmarks often & i bookmarked these to be proof enough#i have. some other fics ive bookmarked. but those r mostly for being Smut Geared To Me than being emotionally fulfilling#and thus. im a little more embarrassed to share them openly slkdfjslkdjf#but here take These smut fics. and 3 very good longfic. i feel like this is a good enough starter list.
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Season 5 wishlist
(in no particular order, mixed with random pics from my Magnum PI pics folder)
Miggy in the Ferrari lots
Something with MI6 (i love my spy stuff)
TC and Thomas being the best Uncles
Magnum and the lads bonding (spoiler says this might be happening)
More thoughtful Cade/TC moments but also Cade having some contact with his other family showing he can have both
The picnic hike happening
Higgy's dad showing up/ visit to England
The whole gang just having wholesome hang outs
Running gag that Miggy never get to go/finish any of their dates
Suzy deciding to give Rick a chance after he's kidnapped... Maybe, I do see her reasoning about just being awesome co-parents and that would be interesting to explore in practice
Love to see an end to the Ivan story even if it seems unlikely
Another haunted/psychic revelation episode because those are always fun
Kumu being awesome and babysitting
Higgy almost drowning and getting a reference back to 'Blood in the Water'
Also Magnum and Higgins babysitting and talking about the baby issue
Bernardos wedding (let's say he cancelled the first one or maybe them coming for a late honeymoon)
Juliet's tattoo
TC has that favour he still owes what's his name with the shrimp truck
Big bad of the season being awesome
Magnum getting all upset both during and after the kidnap episode (we know kidnapped Rick an Juliet is confirmed)
Higgy and Magnum going under cover as a couple with Rick and TC being around, having to pretend they're not together!?! (Is this one weirdly specific? Yes. Would it have been a fan fic if my muse had not gone on sabbatical? Also yes.)
Gordon being a mess but then getting his life back together, more kid and (ex) wife stuff but less of them being put through the ringer...
Lots of Miggy banter with a sexier touch
Lots of serious talk miggy moments
More cool cars
TC and his girl side plot fun, something similar to Juliet and Ethan at the hotel (only I can enjoy it)
No Higgy maybe having to leave l. We've done that enough.
Though I would love an old spy frenemy showing up and trying to convince her to go with him for like a mission/to keep her family safe and instead she kick his as$. Another weirdly specific one slightly similar to A Marriage of Inconvenience (this version not written due to muse strike/stress)
Going out in the boat
Military flashbacks but clearly connected to the present, like a case or maybe big bad of the week
Dinner party murder mystery (And then there were none style)
Shammy, Rick, TC, Juliet and Kumu showing up for Gordy when he be going through stuff even when he be not wanting them too
Beaches
Miggy fluff cuteness domestic bliss/annoyance
I would love a proposal when they're being shot at/ hiding from bad guys but I'm thinking that probably comes season 6!?!?
Higgy in a wig
Undercover in general just love it
Magnum trying to be a supportive bf by joining Juliet for hot yoga and totally half dying doing it
Or like Higgy at Yoga and the yoga studio gets
Also this... more of this...
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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.
what made you pick up the muse you have? they're my dudes. everyone is here because i love them so much. like i dont really have much more of a reason. they're my favorite characters of what they come from
is there anything you don’t like to write? um! nothing really particular. i dont really like action scenes because i never know what to do and im not good at like, coming up with things to happen.
is there anything you really enjoy writing? hurt comfort....any day any time....i love to write romance and little domestic things and hurt comfort.
how do you come up with your headcanons? they just come to me and i know they're correct
do you write in silence or do you play music? if anything i'll listen to a podcast or have a video going on the tv, or maybe silence. it really just depends on what im doing.
do you plan your replies or wing them? wing em. i dont even read replies until i go to reply to them usually.
do you enjoy shipping? yeah! i've had a couple experiences where ive essentially been forced shipped and that hasnt been great but thats not the point of the question the answer is yes i adore shipping in any kind, not just romantic. having relationships between our muses is my everything.
what’s your alias/name? jamie
age? 26
birthday? november 1
favorite color? turquoise and hot pink
favorite song? idk but it's probably something by wi.ll wo.od
last movie you watched? mom showed us foot.loose. it was okay.
last show you watched? death and other details
last song you listened to? uhhhhhh shit, i dont know. i dont listen to enough music
favorite food? i never know the answer to this question. probably shrimp.
favorite season? spring
do you have a tumblr best friend? the people i talk to are not really on tumblr anymore or rarely if so.
tagged by :@heartsbreaking
tagging: you!!!
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Very cute interaction my beans have been having - they keep calling meetings and then pushing the unfortunate 'imposter' into my fishtank. It doesn't seem to bother the 'imposter' any, and they don't seem to target any one bean as sus - they'll hold 2-3 meetings in a row, shoving one member of the crew into the fishtank each time, and then the little idiots will just sort of bob around in the water until they've settled whatever's going on in their little heads. Then all the 'survivors' will gather around the glass and admire their handywork for a bit.
Not super-frequent behavior - maybe once a week - but they all seem to enjoy it. I'd take steps to restrict their access to the tank, but they can get out easily enough, and I've managed to convince them that water changes are a task... There's occasional predation of shrimp and snails, but other than that, they don't bug the fish! (It's a large tank - 150 gallons)
Wild crewmates will occasionally have episodes where they suspect that an impostor is among them. They will then try to hunt down this infiltrating impostor and drive them out of the lobby. For them, it's a survival tactic, to keep impostors from hiding baby impostors in crewmate nests and stealing food, etc.
But for domesticated amongi, play-acting this situation is fun! They make a game out of it. As long as your amongi are safe (maybe consider lowering the water level in the tank and adding stairs to make it easier to walk out), you can let them continue their play.
Although, considering that Beans dry themselves off by shaking, like a dog, keep the tank away from anything you don't want to get wet.
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Bumbleby Week DAY 1 - Domestic Bees
Alright let’s get started, day one of @bumblebyweek-blog with domestic bees, doing a bit of a challenge since I’ll be traveling a lot this week but wanted to do something for this 😊 (might end up as blurbs for most of the prompts but hey part of the fun). Anyway hope you’ll enjoy the story.
It was a low hum that greeted Blake when she arrived home. It was a simple place, a nice stilted house on the beach quite some distance away from Kuo Kuana. Yet it was worth it to Blake, especially when she returned from work.
The hum quickly stopped as she closed the front door and her ears picked up the approaching steps of her wife. Soon Yang's smiling face popped out from the kitchen's entrance. Her visage warm to Blake's tired eyes as Yang's aura radiated around her.
"...why is your aura active Honey?" Blake asked as her brain suddenly realized that her wife's aura was active.
"Ahahaha, oh nothing much," Yang chuckled, though Blake could hear the embarrassment in Yang's voice, plus the cute crinkle of her eyes gave Blake enough to doubt that statement.
"Honey please don't--"
"Krikish!!"
A strange cry suddenly interrupted Blake's words. A cry that came from the kitchen.
"Was…was that--"
"Nothing to worry about," Yang pressed on even her head shifted to the side to glare back into the kitchen. "Why don't you get cleaned up and I'll have dinner--"
"Crash!!" And the sound of falling metal, along with a…scuttling. Yang swore and dove back into the kitchen and Blake quickly followed after her.
"Yang what's going…on…" her voice trailed off as her eyes viewed just what was going on in their kitchen. Pots and pans were strewn about and there splayed on top of the counter was a Greater Land Lobster, easily two Zweis long, and holding a mallet threateningly at Yang in its claws. Yang meanwhile glared at the beast as she shuffled around the beast and picked up the fallen kitchenware.
"Alright listen you overgrown shrimp, my wonderful wife is back, and regardless of what you think we will have a nice dinner," Yang stated after cleaning the lobster's latest attempt to avoid its fate.
"Yang,"
"When I'm done with you, there will be enough to shell you to others and they will want to lobster you,"
"Yang," Blake chuckled as Yang turned to face her again with a smile.
"Too much?" She asked Blake, who shook her head as she made her way toward Yang. Slipping behind her oh-so-bright wife Blake wrapped her arms around Yang and pulled her back into her letting the momentum carry her backward as well. The pair’s descent was soon stopped by the counter behind them and for a moment the two enjoyed being close to each other. Still, Blake needed answers. She was used to Yang’s surprises, twenty years of this had given her the ability to process the typical madness that followed Yang and her family, but it was great to listen to her wife explain. Yang’s voice was her favorite sound, especially after a tiring day.
“No, though I’m surprised about the lobster,” Blake finally spoke her eyes now staring at the creature. It had yet to move from its spot, mallet still held threateningly at the pair.
“Ah well, I know work has been getting a bit demanding for you,” Yang started, as she knew Blake still had the tendency to burn herself out, especially when it pertained to building a better future. “So I thought about getting you a nice dinner from the sea, but nothing bit my line for the whole afternoon, and just when I thought I’d have to make a run to the markets for something when this monster decided that my wrap was something it could snip at,”
“The green one that Weiss gifted you?” Blake asked softly and Yang tried not to think too much about how Blake’s words felt so close to her ears.
“Yeah, how did you know?” she managed to ask instead.
“Cause their species are vegetarians,” Blake answered as she kissed the back of Yang’s neck before stepping out from behind her. Yang caught herself on the counter as she watched her wife make her way to the fridge. The lobster moved, tracking Blake as she moved past the animal. Opening the fridge Blake grabbed a rather large leaf from the salad bowl. The lobster’s attention, originally split between the two suddenly snapped all its eyes toward Blake. “There you just wanted something to eat,”
“Yeah my clothes,” Yang barked as she watched amazed as Blake slowly traded the leaf for the mallet.
“Only cause their blind, right you old fossil,” Blake defended the beast as she ran her hand down the back of the animal’s shell, admiring the creature's patterned armor. Being so close she noted the various notches and cracks along the blended browns and reds of its carapace. It was a survivor, something that was probably alive before she was born.
“You’re thinking about keeping this aren’t you?” Yang asked as now she slid behind Blake, in awe at her wife’s ability to calm the lobster. She had spent a better part of the day fighting the beast, trying not to damage it too much before she got it into the pot. It had earned her respect for that adventure.
“Well you did always want a pet for company when one of us was stuck here,” Blake answered as she leaned back into Yang’s chest.
“Yeah, don’t think something that I was trying to make into dinner was ever in my head,” Yang stated still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened.
“Well I might be a bit out of it, but you could also imagine Weiss’s face when she sees them,” Blake muttered, the start of a smirk appearing on her face.
“Oh that would be a great day,” Yang said as the infectious idea spread into her imagination. “Well welcome aboard Tri,” she said, and the now-named Tri swiveled their eyes from the leaf to their new owners. It had been a strange day, but if this was what it could get then it was content with the bright and the shadow.
“So pizza and soaps?” Blake pressed, as her stomach growled.
“Ha, of course, we can’t miss if Scar gets his comeuppance this time,” Yang chuckled, and the two quickly found themselves crammed on the living room couch, snuggled together for the night, with Tri now laying down at the door. Another day finished for the two together.
#bumblebyweek2022#RWBY#Bumbleby#Yang_Xiao_Long#Blake_Belladonna#Don't ask about the lobster I don't know why either
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Excerpt from part two of my maximum found family domestic steddie series, which you can find here! this one will include a playlist of songs Eddie’s band will perform because I’m extra. enjoy.
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“Wait,” Steve says, pausing as they’re all walking down the street. “Don’t you have a show tonight?”
Ahead of them, Jonathan is snapping a photo of Nancy in front of a beautiful old building, and El is carefully reading her Boston guidebook like Steve and Eddie don’t know a damn thing about the city. Steve can’t help the swell of fondness in his chest.
“A show?” Dustin asks, turning around to look at them. Lucas, max, Mike, and Will turn too, curious.
“I do,” Eddie says, huffing a laugh. “I’m in a band here, we have a show tonight. I was just gonna duck out for a few hours, but you guys can come if you want.”
“If we - of course we want to come!” Dustin nearly shouts. “A real show?! At a bar!?”
“You’re not drinking,” Steve says automatically.
Dustin rolls his eyes. “Obviously not,” he says. “But I’m not about to miss out on the chance to see Eddie play somewhere that isn’t the Upside Down.”
“He’s played for us other times,” Mike says, but even he looks excited by the idea. El and Max are already discussing putting together their most metal outfits, flipping through El’s guide to find cool shops. “What’s your band called?”
Eddie looks a little shy all of a sudden, cheeks pinking in the cool air. He tugs his hair over his smiling mouth, shifting his feet. It’s painfully clear that the kids’ approval means a lot to him.
“Wretched Orchard,” he says, shifting his weight into his toes and bouncing a little. “We all met through the record store scene, you know? Other shows and stuff. Everyone is awesome, really nice and shit.”
Steve laughs, shaking his head. “Really nice and shit,” he repeats. “Like Eddie would let you shrimps go to a show if they weren’t. They’re really good, you guys will like it.”
“We have to go to a store,” El announces, looking expectantly at Steve and Eddie. “We need clothes for the show.”
“Sure,” Eddie says, and his shoulder bumps Steve’s as they all keep walking. “But you guys can just borrow a few of my shirts if you’d rather. No shortage of band shirts in our house.”
Steve does his best to ignore how fucking cute the idea of the kids in Eddie’s clothes is.
“Alright, alright,” he says, gently shoving Dustin forward to keep walking. “Outfit planning later. I need more coffee.”
“Mom’s cranky -“
“Shut it, Buckley.”
#steddie#steddie fanfic#steddie fic#Steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#dustin henderson#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#lucas sinclair#max mayfield#el hopper#mike wheeler#will byers#jonathan byers
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