#that trainride home is about to be so awkward

[pmpknsoup]

oh okay. goodbye sam

[natsuyuki-w]

Train care osamu miya timeskip x GN!reader (fluff) synopsis: Feverish on a trainride, a wave of heat spreads through your cheeks as his warm pools bore into yours.

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-Look, it's here. - your friend pointed out a bit too loudly for the late hour.

You could physically feel the sharp gazes of the other passengers in the carriage. A sluggish snicker escaped your lips as she huffed in frustration, clearly embarrassed.

Her expression softened into guilt when her eyes wandered across the train and landed on the other side. - Oh, right... - she turned quickly back to you with an apologetic look.

-Sit together, you two! Don’t worry about me. - you waved off her concern with a casual gesture. Before she could ask again, you were already lowering your heavy backpack onto a single seat farther away from them.

As soon as you straightened up, you realized you were definitely not alone. Across from you, a pair of deep, warm gray eyes met yours belonging to a very handsome boy wearing a black cap over his dark hair. A lazy smile grazed your lips out of habit, and to your surprise, instead of a blank stare or embarrassed shift, he gave you a courteous grin of his own.

You were now doomed.

-Aaah, now I get it. - your second companion called out, ignoring the annoyed murmurs she was stirring from other passengers.

Raising an eyebrow, you glanced at her, trying to figure out what she was on about. After a playful wink in your direction, she snickered and leaned toward your other friend, whispering something as they settled into their seats.

Finally, your tired body sank into the stiff cushion. The moment you sat down, exhaustion crashed over you like a wave, leaving you feeling both warm and chilled. Your cheeks flushed, shivers tingled down your arms, and your nose was a mess, full of congestion from the rain-soaked misery outside. Of course, when you were the one visiting Japan, it wasn’t fluttering sakura petals greeting you, but pouring rain.

Sighing, you crouched over your bag, searching for an abandoned face mask. Your clammy fingers fumbled around the contents as you let out a few unfiltered groans, the haze of illness dulling your awareness of your surroundings. When you finally found the mask, a hum of victory left your lips, and for a brief, delirious moment, you couldn't help but sing a little tune in your head.

A soft chuckle caught your attention. You turned your head, but your seatmate was already gazing out the small window beside him, his large hand resting over his mouth, arm flexed against the windowsill.

Meh, you thought. You’ll never see this guy again anyway. What’s reputation either way? Is it edible?

Mask on, you sank deeper into your seat, fingers retreating into the long wool sleeves of your jacket while your scarf offered a motherly embrace around your neck. The memories of your trip so far warmed you more than the scarf, a smile tugging at your lips despite the weather and sickness.

Your eyelids were growing heavier when one of your friends returned to your side, shaking your arm gently to catch your attention. - Do you want this? - she asked, holding out an enormous ekiben that looked anything but digestible for your queasy stomach.

You tried to smile but waved her off kindly. - Maaaan, I need my plain crackers. - you whispered with a dramatic sigh after she left.

The reality hit you like a punch in the gut, you had just one week left before returning home. Cold sweat trickled down your forehead. Ignoring the pounding in your head, you dug into your bag, pulling out your laptop.

The blank page on your screen stared back at you mockingly, a reminder of the post-thesis deadlines you'd blissfully avoided all vacation. Taking a deep breath, you cracked your knuckles and braced yourself to finally start.

-You really want to work like that? -

The voice beside you was deep, and soothing, though the English was slightly awkward. You turned to find the boy with the cap now looking at you, his half-lidded eyes still as calm as before.

-Not to play into stereotypes, but I thought people here knew the meaning of working their butts off. - you teased, smiling faintly.

He smirked, and you mentally high-fived yourself. - It's not a stereotype. It's true. - He leaned closer to your screen, squinting slightly at the file name. - Fa…ni...ri…pu… - he struggled before shaking his head, stubborn on his new mission.

His arm rested casually on your armrest as he peered closer, making you acutely aware of how near he was. His presence felt even larger up close—his face, his broad shoulders. You could smell his subtle cologne, and it was doing all sorts of things to your brain that you didn’t have the energy to control.

- Fammi.riposare.in.pace - he finally managed, a proud grin adorning his face as he looked back at you.

You totally weren’t staring at his sharp jawline, not at all.

-Yeah, you exactly! Ten points to Gryffindor... or Ravenclaw perhaps? - you joked, quoting his wisdom and eyeing his all-black attire.

-Ooh! Hāri Pottā! - he exclaimed adorably, his excitement subtle once he caught on. - You go to Universal Studios? -

-Nope, we just went to Osaka for the chaos. - you chuckled.

He laughed along, - Ah, I know Osaka well. I live close. - then asked, - Karaoke o shima shita ka? - but before he could translate, you responded eagerly.

-Yep! I convinced them after some “liquid courage”. - you pointed to your two friends and mimicked taking a drink. - By the end of it, they were totally drunk. -

As you shared the story, you noticed how he listened intently, nodding pensively as if he could see the scenes unfolding before his eyes. But as you were getting to the part about dragging your drunk friends back to the hotel, a fit of coughs interrupted you.

His large hand immediately found your back, offering steady support, just as you were trying to forget how attractive he was.

-Sumimasen... - you groaned between coughs. - As you can see, this is the result. -

He shook his head with a soft expression as if to say, “No big deal.” Then, without a word, he started rummaging through his bag.

-Ocha desu... - he offered you a warm thermos.

-Nooo, I can’t... - you coughed again, murmuring -  At least let me take you on a date before gifting you my germs. -

It took him a second to process your joke, but when he did, a smirk tugged at his lips. - We can go to one, but your friend will get jealous. - He gestured towards the head of the train.

Your cheeks burned even hotter as you glanced there. Sure enough, the duo was peeking at you from behind their seats, one glaring daggers, the other giving you an enthusiastic thumbs up.

-Oh yeah, she's reaally regretting abandoning her poor, sick friend. - you snickered, trying to ignore the goosebumps rising under your jacket as he nudged you again.

- Drink. - it was an order.

-Yes sir, thank you sir, - you replied mockingly, but took a grateful sip. The tea was warm, soothing your throat and lungs immediately.

You could feel his gaze lingering on you longer than expected, but before you could say anything, he was already back to rummaging through his belongings.

-I’m so rude. I didn’t even ask your name! - you blurted out, a little flustered.

He blinked, then smiled. - Me too. - He reached into his bag and placed something in your hand. A small wrapped onigiri.

-O-ni-gi-ri... - you mimicked his earlier struggle, trying to figure out the kanji on the label. Confused, you squinted. - What does it say? -

 - Miya. -

-Miya? - you repeated. - Meaning…? -

Still passive in his expression but you swore you could see a hint of pride showing. - It's the name of my restaurant. -

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. - You own a restaurant? - you asked, clearly impressed.

He nodded with a smirk. - MY restaurant. I’m the owner. -

-No way! You’re so young! That’s amazing! -

He had a job.

You had a job to do.

- Fuck... - you muttered and afraid of what you were going to face you returned slowly your gaze over the, yet still, blank page. - You got me all distracted... - you whined and fitted the warm bottle between your tights bending over the device.

 - Yes! I wanted to distract you.- he shrugged innocently - Energy first, work second. - and he waved before your screen the small riceball.

Your eyes trailed from the treat to his strong arm, barely able to hold back the warmth spreading through your body.

-So, are you also the cook? -

Catching your lingering gaze he nodded with a smirk and insisting on his good samaritan work he pointed and explained - Kombu onigiri desu. -

-Seaweed, right? - you chirped, excited to understand even a bit of his language.

His expression gleamed, clearly pleased by your effort. - Nihongo shitte imasuka? -

-Naah, I just know anime catchphrases, - you admitted sheepishly, which earned a hearty laugh from him, sending a wave of heat through your already flushed face.

He gently placed the onigiri in your hand, his warm touch lingering on your skin. Your heart pounded in your chest, and despite your illness should’ve tired you from that headspace, you were completely crushing over the stranger.

You bit into the rice ball, the crispy nori and soft rice melted in your mouth, the taste fresh yet comforting.

-So good, - you hummed delighted, unable to believe your luck.

-Kawaii,— you heard him murmur, and to your horror, you noticed he was watching you with an amused expression, eyes twinkling as they lingered on your puffed cheeks.

- Oh, sumimasen…- you stammered, panic rising as you searched his face for a hint of regret, only to find none. Your heart thundered so loudly, it echoed in your ears.

You raised a hand to cover your face in embarrassment.

-You’re going to be the death of me.-

-No, no! I gave you food. You can’t die now. -he replied, dead serious. It burst out, a loud and unrestrained laugh that shook your shoulders. Peeking between your fingers, you caught him, that small smile still there, gentle and real.

You cleared your throat, trying to steady your racing heart as heat crept up your cheeks. Time to change the subject. -So... your name is Miya?- you asked between bites, focusing on the screen. -That’s my family name. Call me Osamu.- he said, and then asked for yours.

The conversation continued, Osamu’s gaze never leaving you. He watched intently, from the way you took small, careful bites of the onigiri to the way your fingers glided over the trackpad. His focus was almost unsettling, yet comforting in a strange way. It felt... attentive.

But the exchange was brief.

With your stomach full and warmed by the metallic bottle resting against it, the rhythmic rocking of the train and Osamu's soft, soothing voice melted into the perfect lullaby for your tired, sick body. In less than 30 minutes, you were fast asleep.

Osamu's plan had worked flawlessly, credit to his years of dealing with his stubborn twin. But as he looked down at your relaxed features, a small pang of longing hit him. He would have liked to continue your idle chat. Holding your shoulder gently to keep you from bumping with the sway of the train, Osamu glanced at your laptop screen and made a mental note of what you had been working on. Carefully, he closed the device resting in your lap and tucked it safely into your backpack.

Your breathing was soft, but slightly congested from the cold. His fingers hovered over the edge of your mask, hesitating. He flinched, pulling back, wondering what exactly it was about you that made him feel... softer. You snuggled into your wool scarf, searching for warmth, and with a small shake of his head, he adjusted the mask over your nose and mouth, securing it properly.

-Agent Gohan, it’s too risky to proceed as a duo. We must part ways. - the mysterious man’s intense gray eyes swam with both longing and affection.

- There’s something I must tell you before we say farewell,— he said, his large comforting hands settling on your shoulders, his face inching dangerously close to yours.

-Wake up! - he suddenly yelled, shaking you. His voice, once soothing, shifted as his face morphed into that of your friend, shrieking in your ear.

-OOOOYYY! -

You groaned in disappointment, the last fragments of your dream fading as consciousness returned. The first thing your eyes sought was the seat beside you, empty. Your heart sank, the beautiful fantasy and warmth your fevered brain had conjured crumbling in an instant. You whined softly, earning a dubious look from your friend.

-My Cinderello vanished after midnight, not even leaving a grain of rice behind. - you muttered, using sarcasm to mask the deep disappointment settling in your chest.

Again you were presented with two opposite reactions. One giggling like a schoolgirl, hiding her flushed cheeks, while the other glared daggers at you, bending down to snatch something from your belongings.

-Mmm, guess I’ll take this for myself.- she teased, walking away with a plastic bag slung over her shoulder.

Forgetting your sickness for a moment, you hurriedly gathered your things and chased after her, curiosity piqued. At the train door, you peered over her shoulder, watching as her hands rummaged through the bag.

-I can’t believe this. - she hissed in frustration.

-Onigiri, minigiri, oonigiri,…-you sing-songed, eyeing the rice treats, but she abruptly slapped the plastic bag against your face, cutting off your playful chant.

-How could you hinder a sick per…- you began, but your voice faltered as your eyes caught sight of something. The words dried in your throat as you stared at the characters scribbled on the bag.

Unknown number

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[ 眠れる森の美女 ? 06:32 a.m. ] >

[neighbours-kid]

a few thoughts on teddy lupin

i’ve been thinking about teddy lupin all day and what he means and represents. to me he is everything that is and could’ve been. obviously he is remus and tonks because he is their son. he is a metamorphmagus like his mother and the potential of being a werewolf lies in his dna because of his father.

he is a hufflepuff just like tonks, but he is also newt scamander brought into the 21st century, bringing that adventures spirit and the hufflepuff pride back to hogwarts. he is everything of a hufflepuff cedric diggory was and more, he got to be everything cedric couldn’t because of voldemort, he proved once and for all that hufflepuffs are more than just those who weren’t brave or intelligent or cunning.

teddy is all of the marauders. he is his father, remus, the intelligent, bookish, soft guy, marked by his past. he has his wit and his snark, he has his caring heart, looks out for the little guy and is so incredibly loyal to his people. but unlike remus he did not fear or hate that he could’ve been a werewolf, he is not afraid of what people thought about him. he does not put himself down like remus, he knows who he is and that he deserves to be here.

he is james in his recklessness, in his head-over-heels love for a girl, in his trusting, comforting nature. like james he is a headboy, someone who can be trusted with that position, someone who knows when it is time to step up. like james he might’ve made a habit out of making his hair a great mess. but he is more than james. he didn’t have to grow out of being a jerk like james had to. he was never a bully, he was always the james people talked fondly of and never the james snape remembers.

he is sirius in oh so many ways. he has his charm, the ability to turn heads while walking through the great hall, his sass and his protective heart. he has sirius’ self-confidence, pride, style and swagger. but teddy was fortunate and grew up in a loving family. he is what sirius could have been, if it weren’t for his ancestry. he could be forgiving and loving towards his family. what sirius had found with the potters, teddy always had with the potters too.

he is peter in his loyalty, his support, his underlying cunningness. he was not always conspicuous, often he managed to disappear in the crowd, unnoticed by those who usually saw him. but unlike peter, his loyalty sticks. he is everything peter could have been, the friend who stayed and protected, the friend who’d rather die than betray his best friends. teddy’s loyalty and support never wavers, he never gives up on a friend. he is all of the marauders, always ready for a prank, a plan, an adventure. he would go through hell and back for his friends and family, he would go the lengths wormtail, padfoot and prongs went to support moony.

teddy is harry. his parents died fighting for a better world for him to grow up in. his parents ended what harry’s began. he is everything harry could have been, if he’d been able to grow up with sirius or remus, if he’d known from the beginning that he was a wizard, what his parents died for. teddy is the orphan that harry was, but grew up with a loving grandmother and godfather. teddy knew that remus and tonks died to make his world a better, a safer place. teddy is the child of a war and sometimes that war rages at the surface of him. the injustice of it all bubbles up in moments of anger and loneliness when teddy misses the parents he never knew. but unlike harry who never got to ask, teddy had people all around him telling him the lovestory of remus lupin and nymphadora tonks and the tales of the battle of hogwarts.

teddy is ron, the unwavering friend, always supportive, always there to help and fight at all costs, no matter what. teddy is the ron weasley that befriends harry on the first trainride to hogwarts, he is the ron weasley that sacrifices himself in a battle of human chess, the ron weasley that stands with harry through everything. but teddy is more than ron, not letting himself be jealous of standing in someone else’s shadow, teddy is the man ron strived to be but failed because he never got the recognition he thought he deserved.

he is hermione in his intelligence and knowledge, showing up to hogwarts more prepared than anyone else. he has hermione’s ability to master spells after the first try, he has her wit and her ambitious nature. he read hogwarts, a history. he is interested in the muggle world, improving his magic through that knowledge. but he is more than hermione, knowing when friendship and bravery is more important than studying. he is a natural with a memory like a hundred computers, he never spends a minute more studying than necessary. he is hermione with a photographic memory.

but then he is also the weasley twins. he is fred and george, their inventive genius lives in him. he is so much sometimes that he feels like two people at once. he cares about his family, even though he likes to make fun of them from time to time. like the twins, he is there to create happiness in the darkest of times. he jokes and pranks and surrounds even the saddest people with a bubble of peace and calm and good feelings. he is what we see the twins be in the year with umbridge. he is the caring, loving student who sits with kids younger than him, terrified of teachers or detentions, calming them down, telling them it’s not that bad, it’ll be better soon. helping them with their anxieties. he is the healer i’m sure fred and george were in their own way.

teddy is neville. he is clumsy, keeps dropping things, running into people, embarrassing himself. he is attentive but forgetful, brave but doesn’t always believe in himself. he has neville’s interest in herbology, understanding than plants hold so much more than when you first look at them. like neville, teddy’s lost his parents to bellatrix lestrange and was raised by his grandmother. but teddy has never lived in the shadow of someone. frank and alice longbottom were heroes and clumsy little neville thought he could never live up to their bravery. teddy didn’t have that, even though he grew up knowing the story of his parents and surrounded by the order of the phoenix and harry potter himself. he never had to outgrow a shadow, he could blossom freely and independently. he is what neville could’ve always been, and maybe, after the battle of hogwarts, finally has become.

teddy is also luna. her spiritful nature, her faith in the good in people, her awkwardness, her calm, her unabashed enthusiasm and her loyalty. teddy is the free spirit that is luna loovegood, but he never drives himself in the off like she did. he never intentionally indulges in the image that he is this lone weirdo. he is never loony lovegood. he is the brave, loyal, enthusiastic, passionate luna. luna who cares and fights alongside her friends. he is the luna that accompanies harry to the ministry of magic, the luna that sits with neville after the battle, the luna that wears a lion head to the gryffindor quidditch match, the luna that is a true friend.

teddy lupin is all of these people and so much more. he is the one bringing the war generation back to hogwarts. in this new, beautiful, save world, he is the voice reminding them what they had lost and fought for. but he is also the voice of hope, the voice in troubled times telling them that everything will turn out okay because that’s how we do it here at hogwarts. he is the “everything is fine as long as dumbledore is in hogwarts” feeling of the new generation. he is the sorting hat reminding the students that the best they could do in bad situations, is to stick together, as wizards, as students of hogwarts. he is the healing tears of fawkes the phoenix, the gentle guardian like hagrid, the freedom of buckbeack, the calmness of the great lake.

teddy is the one to say, hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home, and you believe him.