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Bridgerton shade of blue

Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader

The Viscount is set on finding a wife this season, and you are trying again for your second season. While Anthony is dealing with trials between Edwina and Kate Sharma, you are dealing with trials of your own. Benedict Bridgerton is ever present in your life, but your pursuit to find a husband must come first. Society is ever so exhausting.

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Season Two

Chapter Twenty One - The one who sparkles

The next day, you find yourself at the Bridgerton house. Madame Delacroix is there with fabrics, so Violet may choose one for Eloise. Eloise could not care less about fabrics as she reads away on the sofa.

Francesca plays the piano beautifully in the background. You're standing by the piano watching her. She smiles as she plays, lost in her music. You loved that about Francesca. She was so different from her siblings.

Anthony was reading by the window quietly. He hadn't spoken a word since you got here. Not to you or his family.

Elosie and Anthony share a shirt discussion about ladies and gentlemen. Eloise finds all gentlemen a bore, and Anthony doesn't believe ladies can dance properly. His poor toes. He had spent all night dancing with no such luck as to finding his ideal wife.

Hyacinth makes a comment about how she thinks Eloise would be a wonderful diamond. Eloise looks at her youngest sister in her face and says, "I despise you."

They all chuckle.

Violet chooses the fabric she likes best, and Madame Delacroix packs her things. You don't even notice as she leaves that Benedict enters, greeting her fondly. The conversation is short, however, as Benedict's eyes land on you.

Madame Delacroix leaves.

Francesca finishes her piece on the piano and smiles at you when you clap softly. "Wonderful, Francesca. Simply, wonderful."

"Thank you."

Francesca leaves the room quietly, and you find a seat to occupy. Benedict, having been turned by Delacroix, decides to make his way over to you, but Anthony calls for him. Benedict sighs and makes his way to his brother with his sketchbook in hand.

"Are you and the modiste still, uh, making a stitch?" Anthony asks.

"Apparently not. Have you found a wife yet? Or are you planning to offend every girl until there are none left? Is mother aware?"

"Aware of what?" Violet asks, hearing them.

"I'm off to deal with our solicitor," Anthony states. "Have fun with your pretty pictures, brother."

You watch Anthony leave. Violet follows him.

You get up and take the seat Anthony was just in. You lean across the table slightly and look at Benedict.

"You're not playing with her anymore?" You ask, teasing him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Madame Delacroix."

"You know?" He asks, completely horrified by the thought.

"Yes."

"How?"

"Anthony told me. I'm not sure why. Who you fool around with is your business, not mine. You Bridgerton boys certainly keep yourself entertained." You chuckle.

"You seem rather calm about this."

"Why shouldn't I be? I'm not naive, Benedict." You glance at the others. "I'm aware of what some people do."

Benedict is stunned into silence as he stares at you. Seems there is more to you than he first assumed.

"It was just some fun," he says softly.

"I don't care." You tell him. "Do what you want, Benedict."

The smile you give him doesn't offer him much comfort.

At the next ball, the queen was expected to choose her diamond of the season. All ladies in white and gold were presented before her before moving alone. You and your mother curtsied. The queen barely glanced at you.

You both walk on.

"She did not look impressed," you commented quietly.

"She never does," your mother responds.

You sigh softly and stand off to the side. You watch people dance. Spotting the Sharma ladies, you watch them approach the queen and curtsy to her.

They walk away quite quickly. You're not sure what the queen had said, but Lady Mary Sharma didn't seem too happy.

"May I have this dance?"

You turn and find yourself face to face with a rather handsome gentleman. You smile politely and take his hand, letting him guide you to the floor.

Lord Baxtor was a friendly gentleman. He had a dashing smile and seemed very pleased to be dancing with you.

"I saw you at Lady Danbury's soiree," he says.

"Oh? I do not recall meeting you."

"No, I think not. You spent most of the evening rather close to Mr Bridgerton's side."

"Oh... Yes. I must apologise. The first ball of the season, I always find rather daunting. I find comfort in being close to friends," you tell him.

"Yes, I must agree with you. You looked beautiful that night, as you do tonight."

You smile. "Thank you. You look very dashing tonight."

He smiles.

As you both dance, you don't notice Bridgerton's arriving. Violet guides Eloise over to the queen, followed by the two eldest sons.

"Tell me, brother, is there anyone here you haven't rejected?" Benedict teases Anthony.

Anthony does not look amused.

"You're the artist. Do you see anyone remotely inspiring?"

Benedict automatically finds himself looking in your direction despite not knowing you were there moments ago.

"We shall have our diamond tonight, and I shall have a wife," Anthony declares.

The greet the queen.

Eloise manages to make the queen laugh quite loudly with a comment about emeralds.

They bow and leave.

"If the queen, in fact, names Eloise the diamond, who will you marry then, brother?" Benedict asks.

"Hush, you."

The dance comes to an end, and Lord Baxtor escorts you off the floor. You smile at him. He lets go of your hand slowly, almost reluctantly, but he is a gentleman. You watch him walk away.

This seems like a promising start, at least.

You spot Benedict across the room, and he smiles at you. You return his smile. You would go over to him, but the fanfare plays and realise the queen is about to choose her diamond of the season.

You wait with the other to see who she will choose.

"Your presence is noted, and your queen most appreciative. Allow it to now be my honour to present you the season's diamond."

The room is quiet apart from a few whispers.

"Miss Edwina Sharma."

The room fills with applause. You watch the sisters who both smile. You are happy for them. Edwina is elegant, beautiful, has a charming smile, and seems to be a very wonderful person all around.

She will certainly have her hands full within the ton.

You don't notice Benedict, who comes up beside you.

"Disappointed?"

You look up. "Hardly."

"Though, you do have an admirer, it seems."

You follow Benedict's gaze to find Lord Baxtor watching you from across the room. You smile and turn away shyly.

"Then you must make sure to keep your distance, Benedict. I don't want to scare away any potential suitors."

Benedict gazes at you with a slightly confused look. He's not sure what you mean by your comment, but he doesn't respond to it. All he sees is you looking at the other gentleman with a soft smile.

Anthony takes Edwina for a dance around the room, where he is no doubt questioning her preferences.

Kate Sharma seems very unhappy to see them together.

You, however, have a splendid evening. When Benedict realises he is not holding your attention for the night, he leaves. Lord Baxtor wastes no time in coming over to talk to you.

You do not leave his side the rest of the night.

The next morning, you sit in your drawing room with your embroidery. Tea is sitting on the table beside you, and your mother is watching the window. She will hate it if you point out how obvious she is being. With wvery gentleman she sees pass the house she gets excited, only to discover them going down the street to another.

You find it amusing. Your mother looked forward to the next season. She took great joy in all the chaos society provided. You do so adore her when she is like this.

"Is there still time?" You mother asks, coming over to the couches.

"Yes, ma'am." The butler replies.

Your mother sighs and looks around the room. She hoped she had made the house comfortable enough for visitors. She was keen to help impress a suitor for you.

There is a knock at the door, and your mother clutches the armrest beside her with a sharp gasp. The butler leaves to answer the door, and you chuckle at the way your mother begins to fuss.

The butler returns. "A visitor, ma'am."

"Let them in." Your mother stands.

You put your embroidery down and stand up alongside her. You wait a few moments and then the vistor enters. You smile.

"Lord Baxtor."

He bows his head. "My lady."

Your mother smiles from ear to ear and excuses herself to the other side of the room to watch from there.

You invite Lord Baxtor to sit with you. You both take your seats and smile at one another.

"Hello."

"Hello," he chuckles.

"I was no expecting any callers."

"No?"

"I expected them all to be with Miss Sharma this morning," you confess.

"Though she is beautiful to be certain, and I'm sure a wonderful lady, I find myself wishing to spend more time in your presence."

You blush softly as you look at him.

"I haven't stopped thinking about our dance last night," he tells you.

"Oh?"

"Have you... perhaps thought of me?"

"Yes. I must admit I have."

He adjusts his position on the sofa and looks at you rather serious. "I must ask, Bridgerton will not likely be an issue, will he?"

"Why should he be an issue?"

"As much as I love a challenge, I do not wish to be up agaiant a Bridgerton, of all men."

"He is a friend of mine, but should you wish to see where this goes, a can assure you, Benedict Bridgerton will not be a problem."

Lord Baxtor smiles. "Good. Then can I hope to escort you to the races this afternoon?"

You smile. "I would be delighted."

Your mother watches with keen interest as you used this gentlemen seem to get along quite nicely. It was a promising match if she had ever seen one.

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mschievousx · 24 hours

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now and then | b.b.

pairing: benedict bridgerton x ofc, anthony bridgerton x ofc (platonic)

summary: loraine silva always knew she was not normal. she loves unusual things. she love her father's guns, horses, boxing, climbing a tree, falling from a tree, engineering, astronomy... oh, and a man eleven years older.

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iii. three: you could die

viscountess silva is insane for the many things she love. this includes music. she once spent a whole month without leaving their home to finish two piano sonatas of her own when she was ten. lance had to trick his sister that benedict has mentioned missing her dearly for her to run out from the four corners of her room.

which brings us to the current view of two debutantes by the piano at the bridgerton's house. raine has provided a piano arrangement to francesca, which shall act as an accompaniment to her violin. francesca is a great musician all on her own, so the only thing left to do for the young silva is specify particular things in the flow, such as the heaviness of a chord or the softness of the adagio.

both turned when footsteps from two people graced the room.

"welcome back," raine greeted, "how was the promenade? it must have been great seeing as you spent the whole morning."

"you weren't there?" eloise asked as she plopped down on their couch, picking up the book she left under the table.

"i would have been if i knew ben was present." she replied, listening to francesca's playing at the same time. with the mention, an idea came to her and she immediately went to their hall.

she peered back at the drawing room for a warning before continuing to the hall, "oh, and i suggest do not go into anthony's study."

seeing the man upstairs, she called with excitement, "ben, let's spend the day together!"

"i am attending an art exhibit." he answered in a muffled sound as he pick a new coat from a room.

"great! we are attending an art exhibit." she declared with glee and the man immediately peered at her from above, leaning on their balustrade.

"you do not like art."

"i am a passionate enjoyer of music, literature, and sculptures."

he raised a brow with a smirk as if to challenge, "it's a painting exhibit."

"i—"

"you once told me my painting is rubbish and full of messy lines." benedict insisted, descending the stairs as he fix his cuffs.

raine groaned at him seemingly holding a grudge, "i was a child."

he narrowed his eyes at her as he reach the floor, and his next words made the young girl close her eyes with a hand on her forehead, "you are a child."

"for heaven's sake, do not say that again. i have been asking to marry you. it sounds weird.

benedict laughed at her realisation, "it is."

"just say no as you normally do instead of whatever... mortification this is." she said the last part with utter disgust.

"you can come," he stated, nearing her as he offered his arm for her to take, "but promise to keep your mouth shut."

"you know i can never keep—"

with the bridgerton boy looking pointedly at her, the young silva stopped her words right away, putting a cheeky smile on her features and slinging her arm on his.

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"geniuses," raine whispered in awe, looking at the painting intricately, "i do not understand it at all, like where to put the shadow or the color grading as a whole."

"you have not tried your hand at it."

she turned to him, feigning offense, "ben, do i look like i don't try to do random activities? you have seen me fail miserably in soap carving."

he chuckled at that as they continue to walk and gaze on the other painting, arms still linked, "you were so bad at that."

they stopped in front when benedict recognized a familiar painting, "this one is by a mentor from the academy."

she scrunched her nose and squinted her eyes in an attempt to understand the importance of the painting, "it's just a naked woman."

"it's just a—" he turned to her with an irk, "it presents the divinity of women's bodies!"

she nodded with nonchalance, "if you say so."

"i'm starting to regret bringing you with me." he stated monotonously, as if a sudden realisation.

raine laughed at that, slapping his arm lightly, "i'm just annoying you."

"oh, it's working very well." he replied with jest as they continue onwards.

the viscountess might not have been a great follower of paintings, but she does appreciate all artworks. it is beautiful enough to know that a person created something, despite being created himself. and so, she was naturally curious to see all works in the exhibit, looking around as they walk.

"you know, they say paintings make people feel something."

the man beside her nodded at that, "joy, grief, shock, sadness, empathy..."

"these don't make me feel anything." she revealed with a pout on her voice.

benedict rolled his eyes at that, "you hate paintings."

"i do not hate it," she defended, followed by a curious tone, "why is yours not here? you made a wonderful one when you were at the academy."

"these painters are experts and have been painting for more than my life. my art fails in comparison with these, raine."

they stopped in front of a painting that features a lady in the forest. benedict was taken by it, while the girl in his arm was taken by him.

"i like yours."

he warmly smiled at that, keeping his sight on the painting across them, "because you like me."

"i do," she admitted with no diffidence, "and maybe it's because of that, but does it really matter?"

she stated with normalcy, as if it was expected, completely clueless of what her words are doing to him.

"i like yours anyway, artsy."

"bridgerton," a man called out, making the pair turn to him.

"lord granville," benedict began in recognition, turning to the silva to introduce them.

"this is lady silva. raine, lord granville. he—"

"owns an art studio, right?" she interjected with a chuckle, "we've met."

"under very awkward circumstances, might i add." henry said in a suggestive, yet secretive tone.

the said awkward circumstance is most certainly not when the young silva took it upon herself to disguise and go about the city, dressed as a poor lady and a cloak hiding her features. she accidentally ran to a man. they talked for a really small bit before he proposed she join him in his art studio as a model because her proportions are perfect according to the tiniest snippet of her shape he could manage.

seeing as they seem to be friends, she took a step back with a reassuring smile to allow them their privacy, "excuse me, gentlemen. i shall take a turn around the exhibit."

putting her attention back to the paintings, she walked considerably slower now. just as she loves sciences, her curiosity for arts is of quite near the same level. it still annoys her to no end that she cannot paint, even with a gun pointed to her head. out of all the arts, it really has to be painting she fails—the art that the man she's interested with excels so much.

so, she would like to take this time to study the works of others. even if she cannot do it herself, at the very least she can resonate with it more.

hence, she walked, and walked, and walked, staring at each painting and not simply shrugging them in passing. each one has a person who was keen on feeling with it.

reaching deep inside the exhibit, raine somehow happened to be in front of quite a huge framed painting with no one admiring it.

the death of general wolfe

benjamin west, 1770

it was a painting of a battle. a victorious one, yet it did not carry an air of success. it was grieving. she knew she must have seen this in passing before. she recognized the man illustrated. if not, then this must be déjà vu.

as the artwork draw her in and in, she did not fail to acknowledge the presence beside her, now looking at the same frame in front.

"i feel something," she started with a small voice, "i'm scared."

benedict slinged an arm on her shoulder with a gentle rub—an attempt to offer comfort, "don't be."

he pulled her to him, a gesture that suggested for raine to lean her head on his shoulder, and she did.

wanting to ease the girl from any of her worries that he could guess by the paintaing, he jested, "no discredit to general wolfe, but your father is a lot better and skilled than him."

it was a very risky shot. he could have consoled and cheered her up by those words, or he could have just ruined a very intimate and emotional moment for her, appearing arrogant. good thing it's the former.

"you are slandering a celeberated general." she muttered as she blinked away her tears, standing straight again as benedict exhaled a breath in relief.

"look, it's so sad! it was the exact moment of their victory when he died."

he chuckled at her, "who was it that said she doesn't feel anything in these paintings?"

she slapped his arm as she turned away and proceeded to walk to another artwork with the last one still in her mind, the bridgerton following her in tow. they stopped for more paintings, laughing and arguing as they always do.

noticing that the sun is now coming down, they have agreed to call it a day, both entirely exhausted, yet satisfied of how the day went.

arriving in front of the silva's home, benedict walked with her to the door.

"do not go to your father with that gloomy face."

she rolled her eyes at him, pointing out the absurdity of his comment, "am i supposed to be happy after seeing such painting?"

he deadpanned at her, "that was already more than two hours ago."

"well, it stuck with me." she replied, feigning annoyance in her tone.

"lord silva will have my head, thinking i am the source of your grief." he joked to make her feel lighter.

"stop being so afraid of my father." she said mockingly as she turned to get in her home, it serving as a farewell cue.

she, however, stopped in the middle of their stoop when benedict inhaled before speaking once again, "anyways, i think gratitude is in order."

"what do you mean?" she turned to him with a confused brow.

"you—uhm... you were being supportive of my art—by insulting other paintings but we can ignore that part."

raine laughed at that. the man rarely thanked her for things. he must be dying as he said those words.

the young silva then smirked, "you owe me then."

"you are the worst person to owe to." benedict grumbled with a groan at the mention of owings. on the other hand, the girl was already busy in thinking of things to ask from him.

"i would ask you to marry me but the answer is quite apparent." the bridgerton nodded, still saying a reply of his own, "no, thank you."

suddenly, raine clapped her hands at once, fully turning to him again with the widest mischievous grin that's making him scared.

"surprise me. how about a kiss?"

he stared at her dumbfounded. su—surely not, right? now, for a good twenty seconds of utter silence, loraine's grin never faded. benedict racked his mind on what to do, his lips forming a thin line. he clicked his tongue at the thought that entered his mind. and so, when his feet walked forward without his conscious control...

...he did not know what he was doing.

and, he'll continue to say the same thing again and again, even when he's now only a step below her, raine conveniently just above his chin... as he placed his palm on the back of her head, prompting it forwards, pressing his tender lips on her forehead for a good number of seconds.

and, he pulled away, immediately turning around to make his way back to the carriage, leaving the girl in an utter state of malfunction.

regaining herself back, she descended the stoop as quickly as she could, "ben, that was cheating!"

benedict laughed as he turned around before getting in the carriage, "go in, your father is waiting."

she was not able to say another word as he left, internally screaming now as she turned back to their home in a dance. her steps now has a lively bounce on it as she entered, certainly unmissable.

"why are you smiling widely like a fool? get dressed quickly. we're going to be late for the ball." armand directed, noting the jubilance of his daughter.

"i don't want to go to the ball." she stated in a singsong voice, hopping to her father and burying her face on him, "i want to spend time with you tonight."

he rubbed her back lovingly, "well, you could have informed me much earlier before i have spent time to look this good."

she pulled away from him, fingers still interlocked around her father's figure, "if i win in chess, i'll have your silver flintlock pepperbox."

"deal."

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at the arrival of another day, she did not spend any time staring at the ceiling at all. she jumped off her bed quickly. after all the morning rituals were done, which includes informing lord silva she'll spend the day at the bridgertons, the latter now find themselves in the presence of the young girl in their drawing room—herself spilling with exuberance.

"good day, my beloved bridgertons!"

raine greeted, eloise turning to her mother as she spoke, "she's read it, hasn't she?"

"look at the state of her." lady bridgerton added with a smile on her face.

"match of the season!" she exclaimed, moving to sit with the mother and daughter.

eloise put her book down as she deadpanned at the younger lady, "she also said you have been chasing benedict for years. chasing. raine, we do not chase men."

the newest lady whistledown issue has mentioned catching a sight of the pair enjoying the day at the art exhibit quite intimately.

violet shushed her daughter as the other completely ignored them both, "oh, i couldn't care less. i'll gladly do so if it's ben."

lady bridgerton was really happy at the sight of the young silva. beyond that, she feels so relieved that someone loves her son as purely as raine.

"men moving first are overrated anyways." raine added with a childish smile.

"they're at the garden, dear." violet informed, causing the girl to leave them with thanks.

nearing the table where four bridgertons busied themselves with a round of cards, she leaned on little hyacinth's chair.

"hello, darlings." she greeted for the two kids, "i hope you have the upper-hand against these two."

"of course!" the younger girl cheered at the appearance of the woman.

benedict looked at her strangely, "are you the one teaching hyacinth?"

raine grabbed a chair in between greg and colin, "don't be a sore loser. she's just that good."

"you lost to me." the second-eldest reminded.

"i did." she replied after she's settled on her seat, clasping her hands on top of the table and propping her head on it lovingly.

colin laughed at the total look of besottedness that the young lady is sending his brother, "i see, no one can ruin your mood now. i wonder why?"

"is it lady whistledown?" gregory frankly asked, eyes still on his set of cards.

she smiled and tapped his nose, "a point for you, young man."

benedict groaned as he put his own set down and looked at the girl across him, "oh, please stop your grinning in front of me. i can feel it."

"what? i'm just happy."

"you are always ecstatic."

"she called us the match of the season!" she exclaimed for the second time around—the ninth, actually, if we include the ones in her own home.

the man on her right interjected as he put a card down, "your ability to selectively read is astonishing."

"thank you, colin." she replied with a smile, completely not caring on their words.

"she said we could be the match of the season if i ever finally accept your incessant proposals."

"you are going to, right?" hyacinth asked, turning to her brother as she placed a winning card down, ending the round with her as the victor again.

"i—"

"excuse me, i must attend to something."

colin stood up, seeing a footman across the garden and knowing what it meant. on raine's other side, gregory grumbled as he put his cards on the table.

"hyacinth's cheating."

"i'm not!"

"show your hand." the young boy challenged. the youngest could do nothing but run with her cards on her hand. gregory followed right after.

"don't chase your sis—" benedict gave up as both kids are now far from earshot, "why does no one let me finish what i'm saying today?" he whined, taking a sip of water from his glass.

"we look like a family."

he sat up straight at once as he choked on his drink, leaving a bit of his garments lightly wet from the water.

raine turned to him, uncaring of what happened due to her words, "i'm asking this in genuine curiosity. how many children would you have?"

he let out a vexed chuckle as he wipe the droplets from himself, "that is not relevant."

she continued nonetheless, watching the two youngest bridgertons tumble and toss on the grass, "i would love five."

he closed his eyes, allowing himself to inhale and exhale, before turning to her with a sarcastic tone, "good to know."

he continued to dry himself, wiping here and there. he arranged the cards back on the deck and separated those that got wet as well. wondering with the sudden silence, he looked back up as he finish, only to find her staring at him with a poker face—quite fitting, with the cards and all.

he sighed, leaning back in surrender, "fine. three, i guess."

upon hearing that, raine beamed him an eager smile, "i can work with that."

benedict squinted his eyes at her, voice dripping with mockery, "i'm not having them with you."

she incredulously replied, "why ever not?!"

and so, the attempts of both children to snitch one another to the adults fell on deaf ears.

"why are we even calling for them?" hyacinth grumbled, looking at them as she and gregory stopped their tossing.

"he look so in love he doesn't even realise it." the boy sighed as he added. she turned to him with his quip.

"and how would you know what love looks like?"

gregory turned to his sister before gesturing to the pair far from them, "because raine looks like that at him, and she's in love with him."

"they look at each other the same way."

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i-am-baechu · 1 day

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Chapter Seven

Wishes (M) (Season One)

Summary: After a long day of classes, Min Yoongi decides to take a break at the music hall that has become his second home. He walks in with his cigarette lit and his blank expression quickly changes when he sees a girl playing his piano. The moment their eyes meet, their lives become complicated and Yoongi blames himself for her future pain. Was the love we had honest?

Genre: Gang au!, college au!, strangers to enemies (one-sided), strangers to lovers, slow burn, friendships, romance, angst, little comedy, and smut

Main pairing: Gang leader! Min Yoongi x Pianist! Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, gangs, violence, smoking cigarettes, drugs, and alcohol usage

Author's note: Short Chapter but it's really important!

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Previously on Wishes

Yoongi sighed and nodded his head. He wanted to say so much more but he didn’t have time to speak with his chest. He took off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, “To prove to you, I’ll have lunch with you. I’ll text you, Bambi.”

He ran out of the building not wanting to see Y/N’s reaction. He ran to the parking lot ignoring the stares from the students as he tossed his stuff in the trunk of his motorcycle. He put his helmet and gloves on and was off. At every stop light, he thought about Y/N’s red face. The softness of her skin under his fingertips.

“You never gave me a chance. You didn’t even give yourself a chance to love me.”

He shook his head and parked his bike in the garage. He ran into the house to see Jin with a frown, “Boss.”

“Who's the leader?”

“Cha Eunwoo.”

Y/N sat alone and frowned to herself. She glanced down at the piano keys and she let her fingertips gently touch the keys. She closed the top and she brought Yoongi’s jacket closer to her to give her comfort. She slowly left the theater and when she was outside she noticed the purple skies. She smiled when she remembered the day she met Yoongi. She quickly shook her head and continued to walk down the street. The street lights slowly turned but she ignored the soft light. She didn’t know why but Yoongi leaving made her feel like a burden or something. She never thought she would want someone’s attention before. She brought the jacket closer and she let the smell of cologne enter her nose, it was a comforting smell.

“Y/N?”

She turned around and was met with a familiar face. She wished she was happy to see him but she kept her face emotionless, “Eunwoo...it’s been awhile.”

Eunwoo waved at her and put his hands in his pocket. She had to fight the urge to roll her eyes at him. Eunwoo always tried to show that he was cool around her but all she saw was a child who craved attention, “Isn’t it late for you to be out?”

“My house is near. You know this.”

“I do know this. I also know that it's been dangerous at night.”

She nodded her head and glanced at the streetlight behind him with a tight smile, “Then I should be off before it gets darker. Thank you for your concern.”

“Just be careful, you never know what's going to happen.”

Y/N nodded her head and bowed to him with a tightness in her chest, “I’ll see you at the party.”

“Save a dance for me.” When she came back from the bow, she saw him staring at her. It was an uncomfortable stare that made chills come down your back. She quickly turned around and started to walk away, “Have a good night, Y/N.”

She didn’t respond and she never would with him. She hated him ever since they were kids because there was always this air about him that made her uncomfortable. Her parents just explained that it was because he was raised by nannies that he didn’t understand social cues. She thought otherwise.

She walked up to her gate but she stopped when she saw the familiar smoker waiting for her. She smiled and brought the jacket closer to her. She made her way to him and he looked up. His frown was replaced with a small smile as he brought a bag up, “I know it’s not lunch but it's something.”

She glanced at the bag and then back at him with a warm feeling in her chest, “What is it?”

“I remember you getting that lemon tea and I also got you a cream bun.”

She walked towards Yoongi and looked inside the bag, “You remember I liked lemon tea?”

“I told you..when it comes to you, I remember.”

She glanced at him to see him already looking at her. She quickly looked back down inside the bag, “What did you get for yourself?”

“I got the same tea and red bean bun.”

She nodded her head but then she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “You didn’t get whiskey?”

“I didn’t want to drink when I’m with you.” Yoongi took out the cream bun and nodded his head towards the bench in front of her house, “We can eat there...if you want.”

She brought the jacket close to her and nodded her head, “I wouldn’t turn down a cream bun.”

They went towards the bench and she watched him unpackage the bun. She couldn’t help but smile when she heard him clicking his tongue in annoyance when he couldn’t get the plastic to cooperate. He turned towards her with the opened package, “Here.”

She took it out of his hand and their fingertips gently touched but it was a shy touch. It happened in a blink of an eye but they felt it. She took a small bite of it and smiled, “This is my favorite.”

He took a bite of his bun and nodded his head, “I kinda figured.”

“Oh? How?”

“Your personality...that’s it.”

She smirked at this and leaned her head onto his shoulder causing him to freeze up, “So you think I’m sweet?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You kinda did.”

“Here’s your tea.”

She let out a laugh and moved her head off of him. She set her bun on her lap as she took a sip of her tea. Yoongi glanced at her and he couldn’t help but feel his chest heat up. She looked so small in his jacket and she looked so happy eating a cream bun. It was the small things that made her happy and he wanted to keep her happy. The best he could.

“I remember Namjoon’s parents used to tell me that my mom loved eating red bean buns. It slowly became my favorite because of that...It’s stupid.”

“I don’t think it is.” Y/N placed her hand on top of his and smiled softly at him, “It's a part of her and now it's a part of you.”

He nodded his head and glanced down at the bun, “I wonder if my life would be different...you know if they were here.”

“Life is what you make it to be. Even the mistakes can cause pain but mistakes are meant to happen. If they were here...you would have more guidance and comfort but I think that’s what makes you strong. You gave yourself guidance and comfort. Yoongi, you need to remember; you can’t always be strong.”

Yoongi stared at her and he couldn’t help but push some hair behind her ear. They both sat in silence as they stared into each other's eyes. The moonlight and the streetlight gave him enough light to see her flushed face. He glanced down at their hands and rubbed her knuckles gently, “I have to be strong for you.”

“We can be strong together.”

He chuckled and looked back at her, “Does that mean you're staying with me?”

She bit her lip and looked away from his intense eyes, “I’ll be here for you...”

He brought her face to look at him and they stared into each other's eyes. She closed her eyes and he went to lean forward but a vibration from her phone caused her to jump away. She let out a small cough and took her phone out, Y/N, It’s getting late. Please be careful. - Dad

She glanced at her house and then back at him with a frown, “I have to go home.”

He cleared his throat and nodded his head, “Luckily it's right there.”

“Yeah...lucky.”

They both stood up and tossed her wrapper away as he watched her with his jacket. She turned back and brought the tea closer to her chest, “Thank you...you still owe me lunch.”

He nodded his head with a chuckle, “I expected that from you.”

“Here.” She went to take off his jacket but he shook his head. She raised her eyebrow and frowned at him, “It’s cold. You need a jacket. My house is literally right there, I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure? That small walk can cause goosebumps.”

She rolled her eyes and took off the jacket. She draped the jacket around his shoulders and she felt his eyes on her with every movement, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’m walking you to school, Bambi.”

She nodded her head and glanced at her house, “And for lunch?”

“And for lunch.”

She smiled at this and started walking towards her house. She opened the gate and turned around to see him watching. She waved her hand gently and he returned it, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Bambi.”

He watched her enter her house and let out a deep sigh. He looked up at the sky with his eyes closed, “Namjoon, you can come out.”

There was rustling in the bushes and Namjoon came out with an annoyed look, “Yoongi, what was that? You can’t be seen messing around the evidence.”

Yoongi glared at Namjoon and shook his head, “I told you not to call her evidence. Did I not?”

“I’m sorry boss. You're acting unprofessional with this case. Why? Is it because of her?”

Yoongi sighed and looked down at his shoes, “And if I say yes, what of it?”

“It’s dangerous. Not just for us but for her. Think about that before you move forward.”

“Namjoon, just mind your business for now. I’ll figure it out. Any updates?”

Namjoon sighed and took out his phone, “None so far. There were sightings of Eunwoo but nothing more.”

“Okay, let’s go home.”

They started walking away but Yoongi turned back to glance at the house. The house was grand and on the top floor there was light, he saw her silhouette dancing in the faint light. He smiled to himself and looked away before he was hypnotized.

A soft melody played through the empty room. It echoed but it wasn’t ominous. It was welcoming. She walked into the middle of the room with her heels clicking away and she gladly accepted his hand, “Yoongi, what’s going on?”

“You tell me, Bambi. This is all in your head.”

The music picked up and they were swaying with the violins and the piano. It was peaceful. She looked up and saw his chocolate brown eyes looking at her, “I don’t understand.”

“I think you do understand but your stubbornness is stopping you.”

“Tyrant, I don’t need the smart-ass response.”

He chuckled at this and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “Well then, figure it out, Y/N.”

“Y/N!? Y/N?” She jumped at the sudden voice and glanced to see Dawon giving her a concerned look, “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes…why?”

Dawon took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off of Y/N’s head, “You were mumbling in your sleep. I was worried.”

Y/N frowned at this and faced her with an apologetic look, “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“It’s okay. What was the dream about?”

“To be honest, I don’t know.”

Dawon nodded her head and took out a strawberry milk, “Here you go. I heard that Eunwoo talked to you.”

Y/N frowned and nodded her head, “I bet Hani told everyone.”

“Or Tiffany. You never know but probably that group.”

Y/N took a sip and stared at the group of girls who were talking loudly, “I don’t understand why they care about me so much.”

“I do, they’re jealous that Eunwoo likes you.”

Y/N glanced at Dawon, “Are you jealous that he likes me?”

Dawon scoffed at this and shook her head, “I want someone who’s intelligent and good with their words. A person that can stand tall but also can stand back to support.”

“You just want someone’s right-hand man then.”

Dawon rolled her eyes and took a sip of her water, “I got my dress. Are you ready for the party?”

“Don’t remind me. In two weeks I have to see Eunwoo talking it up with my father about business. Not agreeable.”

Dawon nodded her head at this, “Can you try to have a good time at least? You’ll be with me.”

Y/N smiled and turned towards her, “My savior.”

“What will you do without me?”

“Die.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

Y/N and Dawon walked outside of the school gates talking to each other. Y/N stopped when she saw Yoongi with Namjoon across the street talking. She smiled and Dawon followed her eyes, “Who is that?”

“A friend.”

Dawon tilted her head and squinted her eyes, “Who’s the other one?”

Y/N raised her eyebrow and looked at Dawon with curiosity, “His friend. Why?”

“No reason. My mom needs me home, I have to try on the dress and if it doesn’t fit her approval then I have to get another one.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Dawon glanced at Namjoon just to see him looking at her. Her eyes widened and she quickly looked away, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Y/N watched with amusement and waved at her. She walked towards Yoongi with her arms over her chest, “Déjà vu.”

“At least I know your brain works.”

“I wish I could say the same about you.”

Yoongi shook his head and glanced at Namjoon, “We’ll talk about it later.”

“Fine.”

Y/N watched Namjoon walk away with annoyance in his step. She turned back to Yoongi and frowned, “What’s wrong with him?”

“Nothing, let me take you out.”

On top of the school building, there was a man staring down with a smirk on his face, “How interesting, Joo Won, who is that?”

Joo Won swallowed his spit and shrugged his shoulder, “That’s Yoongi the boss-”

“I KNOW THAT. Who's the girl?”

“I-I-I don’t know.”

He took out his cigarette and nodded his head, “I’ll find out since you don’t want to tell me.”

“I don’t know her.”

“Since you don’t know her then, I’ll send some of our guys to find out then. Yoongi, your ass is mine.”

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mrsoftthoughts · 2 days

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Just Some of my headcanons of the Di Angelo(s) in the 30's

(that honestly are pretty delusional but sometimes i just want to think of them as a happy family before the Washington DC event and the lotus casino ok??)

- Maria is the oldest sister of the 3 daughters of the marchese Stéfano Di angelo and her father little gem as the only daughter of his first "marriage" (*Cof* *cof* daughterofVenusMariadiAngelo *Cof*)

- Hades proposed and married Maria because no fucking way that he let a woman of her status being judged for having a long term relationship without a ring and even less having kids with her out of wedlock ( in fact the ring was what make that Persephone don't like Maria, she couldn't care less if only she stayed as her husband girlfriend, i may explain this in another post some day)

- Hades was there for Bianca and Nico while they grow up, living with them during the spring and summer and being always looking up for them in some way during winter , they really got to be a family, Family vacations around Europe, little and silly baking days, Nico and bianca trying to convince the house personal to helping them to spy their parents dates, that kind of things

-Alecto has been the kids babysitter and bodyguard since they were born, her job is just slay anything that it dares to try attack them, even in hades presence in order to him doesn't get distracted from the family activities

-Stéfano really loves his Son-in-law, for him is the son that he never had, he doesn't know that hades is a god, but he's concius that just like his lover he is something non human and that his grand kids are also especial like his daughter, but he doesn't seem in hades the intention of letting behind Maria like Venus do it to him, and Hades is probably the only man wealthy enough and with enough class to be of his liking for his little princess, so he isn't complaining

-And don't make him talk about his grandchilds, because you're gonna be stuck hearing him talk of them for hours, Bianca and Nico are the first since that maria is the only one of his daughters in age to have kids and he couldn't be more happy when the nurses anounced that Nico was a Boy, he may be a girls father but he really wanted a male from his blood, and sice he didn't get a son he was rejoicing for his grandson he really spoiled those little things

- Nico and bianca were homeschooled and The family end up getting the reputation of being "really hard" towards the personal tutors of Bianca and Nico, actually they just dont tolerate the bullshit of entitled people calling their kids stupid or lazy because they couldn't read right lenguajes that weren't romances or Greek... Needs to say, they fired a lot a people until they find people that really were disposed to teach the kids and not just screaming at them ,Even getting people that weren't from Italy for that because their kids only would have the best and would be treated with the respect that they deserved

- Bianca plays the piano, Nico the violin, I'm not elaborating, just trust me

- in fact their music instructors end up being zagreus and macaria, they were introduced to everyone except Maria and the kids as hades cousins because there isn't a logic and no controversial way to say that the full grown adults over there are his children

-Bianca used to have a Best friend, she lived in Switzerland so they only could see each other every once in a while when one of them was allowed to stay with the other for a time, the last thing that the girl know about bianca is that she moved to the US and then... Well, we know what happened there ( in some place in Switzerland there's and old lady that still concerned about what happened to her friend)

#nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #maria di angelo #hades pjo #Mrs soft headcanons #makaria #macaria #zagreus #zagreus pjo #i feel like i should said that when i talk about zagreus in my post I'm talking about sort kind of original character of mine #usually it works if you want to think of him as the Hades MC anyway #roman legacy nico di angelo

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my-dear-ceramic-frogs · 2 months

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“Pretty”

House S3E15

#house md #is it the music that’s pretty or…#I inked this on a plane then did colors in the early mornings when i couldn’t sleep. Enjoy! ✌️#I am a simple man. I see my fave playing piano well and I go well I gotta draw this #seriously though I love this scene #house fanart #house md fanart #fanart #hilson #s3e15 #house #Red is an excellent color for a hospital #sorry I just had to get to it first

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wynsvre · 4 months

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you ever watch a scene that actively re-writes your brain chemistry while you're watching it and you know you're going to remember the scene for the rest of your life forever and ever

#to be so perfectly honest i'm talking about when house plays the intro to “i don't like mondays” by the boomtown rats on piano in season 3 #literally such a perfect needle drop for him as a character and i love the song so much... the scene so genuinely changed my life #house md #i love tv #tv is my favorite #samposting #tv

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acnl-draws · 1 year

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🎹Vinti piano duet🎄 A secret santa gift for @rosemochi 💗 Happy holidays everyone! Stay safe and warm out there also, as a bonus, here's the photos they have hanged on the wall! featuring cute moments from the AVALANCHE fam

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welcometogrouchland · 5 months

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I support the "Batman was unfairly biased to Stephanie for XYZ reasons" crowd so strongly bc DC claims that Bruce is a master planner who is able to understand anyone's psychology but he didn't realize that literally every single one of Steph's problems as a teenager would've been solved by her joining a shitty punk band. If he couldn't figure that much out then he didn't understand her for a minute

#ramblings of a lunatic #PLEASE TALK TO ME I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON STEPHANIE IN A SHITTY PUNK BAND #her bandmates have turned into ocs it's stage 5 at this point boys #anyway what is steph dealing w/ pre-52 as spoiler that got her in hot water?#1. the anger issues. easily fixed by her getting to scream about beating her dad to death without actually doing it #2. nobody fucking listens to her (including batman). well when u are playing music ppl are definitely fucking listening #3. has no non-batfam friends and thus ends up feeling abandoned almost every time she gets kicked out of the group. bandmates are friends!#don't like being in your shitty house? go to your band mates house and jam!#need to articulate the anger issues in a way that doesn't disturb your frazzled paranoid boyfriend? write angsty songs!#also I do genuinely have a lot of thoughts on how music was applied to Stephanie's character and what it tells us about her #like she loved it. clearly. and she was GOOD at it too. steph is constantly perceived as a screw up and has pretty low opinion of herself #piano was something she could take pride in. in i believe issue 113 of tims og robin series-#-tim is AMAZED at her playing all these years later. so is nocturna a few issues earlier #there's a standard visual language in comics for good or bad music- notation drawn in either shaky or smooth lines #stephs are all smooth and golden. she's good even after all these years of not practicing #but all she says to tim after he compliments her is ''i used to be better...'' SHE SEES THE WORST IN HERSELF AND HER ABILITIES #SHE DESERVES A CHANCE TO FEEL GOOD AT AT LEAST ONE THING LIKE SHE FINALLY GOT TO AS BATGIRL IN HER SOLO #and onto my final point: dinah has several times expressed some degree of fondness/admiration for steph. steph has likewise trained w dinah #and thinks she's cool as fuck. which makes sense. bc dinah is cool as fuck #and what is dinah in??? that's right. a band #steph should join dinahs band for her mental health. this has been an essay #stephanie brown #spoiler dc #dc batgirl #batgirls #<- since that series re-canonized pianist steph!! bless them!

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bmpmp3 · 1 day

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ITS 1 AM you know what that means. listen to my half-mixed wips boy

No More/Mou Yada original by Fummy, ust by zoe/half a head !

#vocal synth wip #i do love this song so much. its like. so simple and almost juvenile in its honesty #but that makes it hit a little stronger for me. also i love how the deeper piano synths in the instrumental sound almost like #the plucks of a guitar synth or something. really interesting song!#wait what the fuck. sorry i went on a wiki for a second to make sure i spelled the producer's name right hold on #they also made. the witch's house. the rpg maker classic. its the same fummy. why did i not realize that #thats wild but awesome fhsjdkajfd #anyway i used genbu lite instead of his full bank because i think his glitchy metallic sound felt right for a song like this #lyrics simple enough for my genki 1 ass to understand but heartwrenching nontheless <3 #plus while i do play with his lite often (thats why i keep it installed LOL) i realized i havent done any full covers with him yet #and that sounded kinda fun! especially since ive been drawing up like alternate designs for him

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infizero · 1 year

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kills you kills you kills you kills you kills yo

#listening to the audio on the page again gawdddd i feel ill im gonna throw up #kris' frenzied discordant playing. you usually play the piano a bit more beautifully. they didnt have a piano at their house #they loved to play the piano and there was no piano in the house there was no keyboard in the house nothing #and now their hands' movements are not their own their fingers uselessly mash against the keys in the clumsy frustrated way #they cant even do the one thing they were good at anymore. you usually play the piano and bit more beautifully #and then noelle listening in from the other room. there were times when i wasnt even sure if we were friends. maybe they werent thinking #about me at all. we're friends. we're something else. we havent hung out in so long but i know how you like your eggs. what your favorite #color has been throughout the years. the first movie you cried to. i know you better than anyone. i dont know you at all #your voice isnt your own. what happened to your voice? what happened to the beautiful music you made? what happened to you?#why are you telling me to do these unspeakable things? why am i going along with it? (we're getting stronger) why do i let the blood drip #down my finger from the ring you slipped onto it? (we're something else) what happened to us?#we used to play tag in your backyard. there's blood on my hands because of you. i dont know whats happened to you and i cant stop it #maybe they weren't thinking about me at all #you usually play the piano a bit more beautifully #but when i closed my eyes it felt like a concert just for me #i need a drink #serena.txt

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c3l3stialslut · 2 years

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"you wanna come over for christmas dinner?"

".... you're jewish"

#house md #i love my gay doctor dads #1x05 #THEY SPENT CHRISTMAS TOGETHER EATING CHINESE FOOD #screams in gay agony #also house playing silent night on the piano has me in tears #this episode had it out for chase i swear

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picory · 2 years

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i want. to learn an instrumence... so badly

#when i was little i attended piano classes in school. for two years i believe. but then all of the musical teachers were fired #for some odd reason... never found out why #then i tried my luck with a guitar. but my fingers could never bend properly #and my fingertips hurt after pressing the strings...#then got a ukulele. thought maybe it'd be easier than a guitar. and it is sort of? but still couldn't play it well...#i still have it #and we still have our big piano. been here for as long as i've been alive i think lol. it's just sitting in our house collecting dust...#i want to get back to playing piano...#but i'd love to try a violin some day. it has such a pretty sound #or some kind of wind instrument. dunno if i've got the lungs for that though....#quacks

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movedtohypnocus · 2 years

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was feeling very horrible today but i got a free guitar o(-(

#it needs some work done to it before i can properly use it #honestly scared pressing down on the strings is gonna break the neck since it was already previously broken #just needs to be readjusted n the bridge needs to be lowered #but otherwise #ive never had my own acoustic before #there were at least my dad's guitars when i was younger. but those were his ofc that just so happened to be at my house #also got to play a little piano. i am far from good at it but i love it #postnocus #personal

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pheonix-inside · 1 year

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Decided that one day I'm gonna get the Undertale piano book bc I wanna get back into playing piano anyway and I wanna learn how to read sheet music better. Both for theater/choir stuff and my own music endeavors. What better way to do both things than use my special interest as a motivator.

Also I like showing off and knowing how to play a song on an instrument is really satisfying (I know this both from the few songs I do know how to play on the piano and my recent attempts at playing the ukulele).

Plus my family owns like three pianos at this point it's not like I wouldn't be able to learn.

#we have a cheap but decent electric piano my parents bought for my brother and i to practice with when we still took lessons #and my dad like a year ago either got for free or for really cheap a secondhand piano that's a little out of tune but still good #and my dad made sure to get my grandma's piano after she passed away which i have a lot of emotional attachment to so im very relieved #it's not at our house yet but he's gonna get some piano movers to bring it sometime #that piano is the first one i ever remember playing on. the first song i learned to play my grandma taught me with that piano.#there's a lot of memories #oh also fun fact my stepdad got me a ukulele for christmas so i've been playing that a lot recently #it's awesome #i love music #i /gen wanna be a musician one day in some kind of way. not necessarily as a career but for fun and as a nice outlet #i already write song lyrics so it'd be awesome to have instrumentals for them #who knows maybe i'll release music some day #hopefully #ramble in the tags sorry

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bitterblued · 2 months

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this belongs in a long form essay but i think all the time about “i want to be great or nothing” but it’s not even that i’m not great or maybe more like that i couldn’t become great it’s that i have been forcefully barred from greatness by my economic position. not just in arts like all of my dreams are so unachievable that i’m languishing away as a bottom feeder retail worker. and i’m not happy to do it i hate my job and i’m unfulfilled in every regard but moving to a 9-5 that would supposedly grant me more time (“supposedly” but like at least i’d have weekends and consistent scheduling) wouldn’t grant me the funds to pursue anything meaningful. because entry level office jobs sometimes make less than i do right now at fucking target

#this is disorganized. but like i was such a good student and i love learning and i would love to finish my degree #but it’s just like. to what and with what money? and then even my talents. i like to write i like to sing i like to play piano #and i’m okay. i know the more important thing with those is the joy. but i’m frustrated bc i want to improve my craft but i can’t #piano and voice lessons are too expensive. writing classes are too expensive #at least i can write in my free time but i don’t even own a little electric piano and my housing situation is too cramped to really practice #at home. it’s not like i want to be a singer but even doing it for joy is barred from me #you know?#anyway. i’m feeling stuck lately. maybe if i’d stayed in school i would be in a different place but it felt like money down the drain #when i knew the industries that would bring me the most joy either didn’t pay enough or were too competitive to break into #and i know i’m 24 and it’s not too late to start over. but starting over still requires money #idk i don’t want to give up on things but it just feels like. i can never get back to that #cm.txt

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libraryofgage · 11 months

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I realized Steve is absolutely that kid whose parents put him through piano lessons solely so they could have another way to show off at parties and shit. And then that thought morphed into a little Steddie plot bunny and here we are lol:

Steve doesn't know it's the last time he'll sit at the grand piano, the last time he'll press down its keys and let music fill the empty room before bleeding out into the empty house.

He doesn't know that when his parents next come home, his mother will notice how horribly out of tune the instrument is. He doesn't know that it will be sent off somewhere for repair (his parents won't tell him where, no matter how he asks, and he'll never quite understand why) and lost to him. He doesn't know his parents won't bother buying another one; it was only ever there to impress party guests when Steve sat down and played some Bach. Without those parties, company or otherwise, there's no point in getting another one: both the piano and Steve will have outlived their usefulness.

He doesn't know that he'll be storing away his sheet music, carefully placed into folders and in a waterproof box for safekeeping. He doesn't know that he'll soon become too consumed by high school and dating and monsters to idly write down notes on a staff. He doesn't know that when he's swinging a nail-ridden bat in the future (to destroy monsters, sure, but destruction is destruction, right?) he'll ache with the pain of missing the act of creation as a means of stress relief.

He doesn't know any of that, so Steve sits down at the grand piano with a soft smile, gently trailing his fingers over the keys before lining them up in the Middle C-position. He runs through a few warm-ups, letting muscle memory take him away, so he doesn't have to think. Without another thought, he seamlessly transitions into idly playing, bits and pieces of everything he remembers and songs he's heard blending together.

Mozart's Air morphs into Beethoven's Fur Elise into Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. It doesn't all sound good together, but that's not the point when Steve plays by himself. All that matters is letting his brain shut off for a bit, letting the notes and echoes mingle together to create something new and joyful.

After two hours on the piano, his wrists are aching; he always forgets to hold them in the proper position when he plays alone. But it's a good ache, one that reminds him of the music still dancing around in his brain.

Steve takes a deep breath and slowly releases it, feeling the last of his tension dissipate. He lets his hands linger on the piano for a little longer before standing and leaving the room, tragically unaware of his imminent and unavoidable loss.

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Steve is sprawled across an old couch in Gareth's garage, reading Eddie's well-loved copy of Lord of the Rings. He'd promised to at least give it a go, and he had to admit he was looking forward to finally understanding some of the references Hellfire Club and the kids make. His progress is slow, but he's almost halfway through after two weeks of work. Reading while Corroded Coffin practices helps; the background noise of their music is perfect, letting him ignore all other sounds and focus.

Of course, that's provided they actually play continuously instead of starting the same song over and over only for Eddie to stop them halfway through. When it happens for the sixth time, Eddie growls in frustration, tugging harshly at a lock of hair. "It still sounds wrong!" he cries, dropping into a crouch while cradling his guitar close.

"Stopping us halfway through isn't helping," Gareth points out, idly twirling a drumstick as he watches Eddie's lament.

"Do you know what's wrong yet?" Asher asks.

Steve can longer focus on Lord of the Rings. Instead, he places the book on his chest and looks at the band to watch how this plays out. Eddie scowls and looks up at Asher. "Unfortunately, Ashy Baby, no."

Jeff, meanwhile, has locked eyes with Steve. And because Jeff knows the perfect way to get Eddie off their asses is to get him on Steve's instead, he says, "Why don't you ask Harrington what he thinks?"

Eddie whips around to look at Steve, eyes wide and hopeful. He doesn't even bother standing from his crouch, instead waddling his way over to Steve and testing his ability to hold back laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of the sight. "Stevie, baby, sweetheart, lover boy, please tell me that wonderful brain of yours has an idea so your favorite boyfriend can finish this rocking song."

"You're my only boyfriend."

"Which automatically makes me your favorite," Eddie points out, grinning as he leans closer. With Steve still laying down, Eddie's the perfect height in his crouch to kiss him. He lingers for a few seconds before pulling away, and Steve knows his own smile matches the dopiness of Eddie's.

"Have you considered adding a piano?" Steve asks.

"None of us know how to play," Asher says, and Steve would look at him if Eddie's face and hair and shoulders and everything weren't filling his entire line of sight.

Without thinking, Steve hums and says, "I do."

"Do what?" Eddie asks.

"Know how to play piano."

There's a silence that follows his sentence, one that makes Steve's stomach lurch as he wonders if he's maybe fucked up the shaky peace and friendship he's finally managed to build with the other members of Corroded Coffin. He doesn't know how his words might have done it, but he's scrambling to somehow take them back when Eddie slaps a hand over his mouth, the bands of his rings pressing against Steve's lips.

"Gareth, you still got that keyboard?" he asks, keeping his eyes locked on Steve. There's a light dancing in them like he's just discovered magic is real, like Steve has amazed him beyond imagination.

With a grunt, Gareth gets up from his drums and steps into his house. The rest of them stay in silence while waiting, Eddie refusing to remove his hand no matter how much Steve licks his palm. When he finally gives up and just glares at Eddie, his boyfriend grins brightly back.

"It's a little dusty, but it'll work fine," Gareth says when he comes back, and Eddie finally moves his hand and body, allowing Steve to see Gareth setting up a keyboard a few feet away from his drums.

"Okay, sweetheart," Eddie says, taking the book from Steve and carefully setting it aside before pulling him off the couch, "you've heard the song enough. Play what's missing."

Steve hesitates before walking over to the keyboard. Eddie sticks to him like a shadow, sliding his arms around Steve from behind once he's standing in front of the white and black keys. An odd nervousness churns in Steve, tugging at his spine and making his palms clammy, but he knows it would be much worse without Eddie there. If he had to play in front of the band without feeling like anyone was on his side, he'd probably just throw up instead.

"It, uh, it's been a while," he says quietly, easily falling into the muscle memory of tracing the keys and finding Middle C and dancing his fingers through warm-ups despite his words.

Eddie squeezes him tighter as Jeff asks, "Since you've played? Why?"

Memories of his grand piano rise in Steve unbidden, overwhelming him in a rush of longing for the instrument itself and the relaxation of playing. "My parents paid for lessons and had me play at company parties. They, uh, sent it off to be tuned, but it got damaged, and they didn't get another one."

"That sucks, Stevie," Eddie murmurs, soft and reassuring and Steve suddenly feels far more confident.

He looks up at Jeff. "Can you start playing again?" he asks, flashing a grateful smile when Jeff nods and starts strumming the song's opening notes.

Steve listens closely, breathing in the tune he's heard so many times and letting it take hold. He doesn't allow himself to actually think, letting Jeff's guitar and Eddie's arms and hair and scent drown out everything else. Before he knows it, he's playing a hesitant tune that grows with confidence as he follows the song laid out before him. He's always a measure behind, chasing the guitar's echoing notes as they fade.

He and Jeff make it through the whole song without Eddie telling them to stop. When the final notes of guitar and piano echo together, the latter still chasing the former even at the end, Steve is shaking with excitement and anxiety and grief and joy.

He lets out a slow breath, feeling tension he didn't even realize had lingered for so long finally draining from his shoulders and dissipating. Steve can also feel Eddie's face pressed against his neck, a smile searing into his skin as Eddie squeezes him even tighter.

"I love you so fucking much, Stevie, that's exactly what was missing," Eddie says, his words the only warning he gives before pulling Steve away from the keyboard and off his feet and spinning him around. His surprised yelp quickly morphs into laughter that still lingers even after Eddie has set him down again.

Gareth and Jeff and Asher have already started discussing how the other parts of the song might change with the addition of a keyboard, but Steve is too busy turning in Eddie's arms and kissing his smile away to pay them any mind. He can worry about inevitably being roped into the band's practices later, after he and Eddie are breathless and flushed and smiling bright.

#steddie fic #Steddie #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Corroded Coffin #Stranger Things #My writing #I got this plot bunny and fucking ran with it

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