#every time i listen to my ordinary life i remember him

[bitchimasnake-sss]

sfw alphabet ft. monkey d. luffy!!!

warnings: might be a little suggestive here and there, but mostly wholesome lol <3 [not proofread so it probably has a lot of errors.]

ENOUGH horniness, my children. time to simp. he is so cute plsplspls-

💗affection:

๋࣭ ⭑how affectionate are they? luffy is super-duper affectionate. not just to you, to literally anyone he calls his friends. it is not out of the ordinary for you to wake up and see luffy sitting on zoro's shoulders as the mosshead does weight training. "zoro, you'll pull a muscle. luffy, get off." nami suggests as she passes by the captain and his right hand man. luffy reacts by pouting and zoro by huffing as if he isn't carrying a 19 yr old, fully grown adult on his shoulders. so anyways, obviously he is super affectionate and cuddly towards you too. he always in clinging onto you, peppering absent-minded kisses onto your skin and giving you an himbo grins. ๋࣭ ⭑how do they show affection? by clinging onto you like plastic with static charge. he is inseparable. everything you're doing, he needs to be a part of it. everything he's doing, you need to be a part of it. but don't be surprised when all of a sudden, he leaves you to go see some weird sea-creatures with ussop and chopper. he would then get distracted by them and they would probably start their regular-schmegular shenanigans. but he remembers he has a BEAUTIFUL girlfriend, he is gonna come skipping over to you. enjoy the next 43 hours of cuddles.

💗best friend:

๋࣭ ⭑what would they be like as a best friend? like everyone else on the ship, he is super ride or die, so, him as a best friend is truly a blessing. from 3 am snack runs to gossiping (you gossip, he listens) to actual pillow fights and pillow forts (cause hes a child like that), you are in for a wild ride if you're his best friend. since he is so emotionally mature but so fucking weird, expect to receieve some bizarre anecdotes every once in a while. ๋࣭ ⭑how would the friendship start? how do any friendships start with luffy?? he just shows up and you accept him for all his dumbassery. so, thats how it probably started.

💗cuddles:

๋࣭ ⭑do they like to cuddle? yes. omg obviously yes. ๋࣭ ⭑how would they cuddle? i dont even know how to answer this because i firmly believe he just is out there doing anything?? like ofc he holds you all nice and sweet against him. but sometimes he just wants to hold onto you and it doesn't really matter how. so, he has some unconventional methods* of touching and cuddling. unconventional methods include: - sleeping on the other side of the mattress but holding you by his outstretched hands - lying a little bit apart but his toe is on your calf - look realistically if he could he would wrap himself around you like a python but um, he doesnt wanna scare you off

💗domestic :

๋࣭ ⭑how are they at cooking and cleaning? yes you do the cooking. yes you do the cleaning. look, king luffy is no sexist, misogynistic toe-nail rag who expects you to do the entire work but for the sake of saving your own life, you should do it. he has an iron stomach and can probably eat straight up poison and survive. he has survived in shitty situations so he really doesn't care how clean his room is. but can you a mere mortal thrive like that? you'd be dead wednesday. so, just do the cooking and cleaning. he will be down to help but uh, sometimes its better not to ask for his help.

💗ending:

๋࣭ ⭑if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it? luffy doesn't seem like he would break things off at any costs tbh. if someone's walking out, it you babes (he has terrible abandonment issues 😁) but if he had to. if he had to. then i think it'll be like getting suckered punched in the guts by a saw. he is never as solemn and quite as he is rn and even though he waves it off with a smile, you can see his lashline thick with tears. if you were the one breaking up with him, he wouldn't hold you back from leaving if he understood why you were leaving. but if you're leaving unannounced, that'll quite literally destroy him.

💗fiance(e):

๋࣭ ⭑how do they feel about commitment? didn't really care about labels. not in a fuckboy way but in a "well i think you're pretty and i do wanna kiss you if you let me, so, sure be my girlfriend or whatever" way. he just truly doesn't care all that much about labels, so when you got together, you were the one who had to initiate the "What are we?" conversation. "luffy" you whisper meekly, sat beside him. his fingers are intertwined against yours and you fight off a blush as you look at him, "i- uh, you know i just was wondering. like- it's just what are we?" he looks up from your intertwined hands, dumbfounded, "pirates???" but when you did suggest that maybe you could be his girlfriend, i assure you he went about every conversation like "my GIRLFRIEND yn told me". ๋࣭ ⭑how quick would they want to get married? yk what i said about labels? 100% true. doesn't mean he doesn't wanna marry you tho?? he thought actually you like someone and just marry them. so, after a month of officially dating, you both are sitting on the deck, eating some snack sanji made when luffy gives you a bright grin, "say yn, when do we get married?" you almost choke on your food, "lu- we are niNETEEN?" "yeah? isn't sooner better?" and now you're rambling, "we cannot get married now. i mean we're young and we should focus on chasing our goals. like don't you wanna be the king of the pirates? and i really-" "i can be the king of the pirates and your husband whats the big deal?" basically, he's just ready to marry you whenever, just say the word.

💗gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?):

๋࣭ ⭑physically: because of his sheer overpowered strength, he tries to be very gentle with you but tends to forget it every once in a while. nsfw: chopper often asks you why your voice sounds hoarse and why there are random bruises on your skin. you dont have it in you to let the resident doctor know that sometimes your boyfriend gets carried away. ๋࣭ ⭑emotionally: as i said a few points above, luffy is a truly emotionally mature dude but he's kinda silly goofy and that's why you always get weird anecdotes from him. he is always there for you in his unconventional ways and is really good at deducing whether he should say something or not according to your mood. evidence: 8th of march, 11:52 pm pre-dating you he sits besides you in you room as you sob into your hands. he's tried comforting you and a part of you feels so fucking stupid for crying in front of your captain like a child. but you were drunk and ussop had made an off-hand comment about how kaya was the prettiest girl he had seen and that made you spiral if you would ever get a guy that would say things like that about you. it was a stupid fear and yet, you heaved against your own palms as luffy sat beside you. "but you're pretty!" he seemed to argue to the wall, "i think youre the prettiest!!" "i- i don't feel like it" "are you saying im a liar?" "no, you're just a nice person. you always compliment sanji's cooking and nami's navigation tactics and ussop's inventions and chopp-" "thats cause all the people on my crew are the best at what they do? i have standards, is all." "who taught you the word 'standards'?" "i overhead nami when we were docked on an island. nami was telling some crying girl in a party that men arent shit and she should have some standards" "right, that checks out." well, atleast you're not crying anymore.

💗hugs:

๋࣭ ⭑do they like hugs? yes. physical touch is his domain thru and thru ๋࣭ ⭑how often do they do it? like atleast 15 times a day. out of which 10 times are you, rest 5 are wild cards that can come on anybody and everybody on the crew. ๋࣭ ⭑what are their hugs like? he has death-grip type of hugs. as if, if he didnt hold onto you, you will crumble. ngl its probably kinda nice and soothing for the first five mins, after that you're sweating profusely.

💗"I love you":

๋࣭ ⭑how fast do they say the L-word? pretty randomly, pretty fast. luffy doesnt exactly plan his words and since he's so honest, sometimes he just says shit. "you're pretty" "i'm hungry" "i love you" "do you think if two sea-kings had a baby that it will be a bigger sea-king? ussop asked me that today" yeah, it is indeed a whiplash inducing experience and you're left dumbfounded.

💗jealousy:

๋࣭ ⭑how jealous do they get? he's a chill dude and wouldn't honestly know if someone was flirting with you (unless that person was being very touchy feely and blatant). but he is good at reading emotions so, if someone happens to cross the line and you seem even a tad bit uncomfy, he is all for a fist-fight. nobody makes his girl uncomfy, especially not some lame ass rando. he behaves the same way with nami and robin too tho, like if someone weirds them out, the captain is ready to enter god-mode. he's just a sweet dude who cares about his crew. ๋࣭ ⭑what do they do when they’re jealous? he almost always starts a fight. you and the girls have to intervene because zoro and sanji just watch amused from the sidelines lol. afterwards, luffy does get a little pouty like "he was so weird you should have let me deal with him" but it's not something you cannot deal away with food and a lot of kisses.

💗kisses:

๋࣭ ⭑what are their kisses like: sloppy asf!! this man is messy and all in your business, how do you expect his kisses to be any different? especially at first, he is so sloppy, kinda unsure of what he is to do. but after enough make-out sessions, he knows you better, so his technique's much much better. he always kisses you for a long while too. like even his "quick kisses" before he leaves for somewhere are long enough for the crew to get irritated lmao. ๋࣭ ⭑where does he like to kiss you: the question should be where does he not like kissing you? he is infatuated and can barely control himself around you. any part of you that's visible to him is up for grabs to him. he also is a heavy, heavy supporter of pda. not cause he wants to show you or off (which he does), but because you look so pretty looking at the sunset, what is he gonna do? not kiss you???

💗little ones:

๋࣭ ⭑how are they around children? he is really, really good with children cause he's so childish himself 😃 but like jokes apart, whenever he is interacting with young kids (anyone whos older than five), he gets like super invested in the games with them. he refuses to lose to children. yeah so what if toge is screaming???? he shouldnt have asked to a match if he didnt wanna lose. as a menace to society, he also steals those kids' candy mindlessly and then shrugs confused when you ask him why the kid is crying. tldr; he is great entertainment for kids but do not leave him alone with kids or the kids will be sacrificed to some higher, eldritch deity.

💗mornings:

๋࣭ ⭑how are mornings spent with them? sleeping, if i am being very honest. the sunlight filters through the window of your room and you groggily open your eyes, fighting back a yawn. luffy is practically draped over you, asleep. he's drooling onto your tshirt and you look at him with half love and half "yo wtf dude" kinda expression. he is such a heavy sleeper!!! oh my god. its like someone can come and do construction in your cabin and he'd sleep thru it. but if he heard sanji yell "BREAKFASTS READY" then he's grabbing you in his arms and running to the kitchen. he would literally run to the kitchen while half asleep. but most of the times, he wakes up by himself when he's hungry and shakes you awake till you (reluctantly) wake up too. it doesn't help that he always wakes up super-hyperactive first thing in the morning too. also, i am sure he's the type of boyfriend that insists to kiss you with morning breath even if you stuff your head into the pillow to avoid it. he will chase you thru the ship if he has to to get that fucking kiss.

💗nights:

๋࣭ ⭑how are nights spent with them?: sleeping, again. luffy is usually tired from his day-long shenanigans and after eating an entire nuclear family worth of food for dinner, he is ready to fall asleep. but he is always so nice, he tries really hard to stay up till you're done talking to the crew/finishing your work to come in your shared room. he always greets you with a tired grin, asking you to lay next to him and tell him how your day went (as if he wasnt next to you like 90% of the time.) he tries super hard to stay up but he almost always sleeps while you're still talking. its not his fault!! he's exhausted and your voice is so sweet and your fingers are gently massaging his scalp and your skin feels so smooth against his and- you get the picture. he's asleep. ofc you don't mind. he's adorable and you let him hold onto you as you finish up some work/fall asleep yourself.

💗open:

๋࣭ ⭑when would they start revealing things about themselves: he actually forgets to tell you things, not out of intention but because it serves no narrative purpose to the plot lmao. (i mean he literally forgot to inform anyone about ace and was just like "YEAH THATS MY BIG BRO!!" when ace showed up in alabasta) so, yeah, technically it does take him pretty long. but if you ask him questions about his past, he would most certainly start telling you all his life's lore without a second thought. and you'd be stuck thinking "how tf did all of this happen to a child???" ๋࣭ ⭑do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly: like i said, he will infodump if you ask him, otherwise he would just not tell things to you. so, really depends on how good you are at asking questions.

💗patience:

๋࣭ ⭑how easily angered are they?: he is an easy-going dude. i mean he usually fights half of his battles unserious (till some fucked up thing happens and he gets angry enough to fight for real). so, he doesn't get all that angry on a day-to-day basis. he does get pouty and offended every once in a while, but he literally moves on from that within half an hour. he never holds onto those things for a larger chunk of time.

💗quizzes:

๋࣭ ⭑ how much would they remember about you? actually, quite a lot!! like i said, he makes a genuine effort to always listen to you (even when hes tired), so, he always remembers things that are personal to you and you may have said to him in passing. ๋࣭ ⭑do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything? honestly, if it isn't something very, very close to your heart, luffy will probably mis-remember it. he remembers things but never in the right context, so, its kind of a struggle to remind him those things. but its kinda endearing cause even if you are just re-telling him a story or something, he looks at you so intently with those bug-like wide eyes and a silly smile that it makes all of your annoyance fade away.

💗remember:

 ๋࣭ ⭑what is their favorite moment in your relationship?: if you ask robin, the quickest way to a man's heart is through his third and fourth ribs. if you ask luffy, it's thru food. (we know how much luffy loves food omg!!) you asked sanji to help you make a very very simple soup for luffy when he was injured after a fight. you wanted him to get better and take care of him. sanji had complied happily and helped you make a simple mushroom soup for the captain. so, imagine luffy's surprise when he was woken up by your sound. you were sitting by his side, a bowl of steaming soup in your hand and you smiled at him sheepishly, "i made you some soup." no matter how good of a cook sanji is, luffy genuinely believes that soup was the best thing he had ever tasted. (now every time he gets sick, he starts dropping hints like "if only someone made me some soup... with some nice mushrooms... maybe ill feel better. if onlyyyy" "ill make you the soup luffy" "yay!! i mean," fake coughs, "thankyou... im so weak i need some soup" )

💗security:

๋࣭ ⭑how protective are they? insanely protective. even an ounce of discomfort on you/the crew means he's gonna go berserk. ๋࣭ ⭑how would they protect you? hes the rubber man, he'd figure something out ๋࣭ ⭑how would they like to be protected? he doesn't typically need protection, both cause he's self-sufficient and also cause he lowkey loves fucking things up. but every once in a while, when the navy catches up to the crew and you say "it's okay, let me handle this." he falls in love. it's just so admirable of you to always step up (even when you dont necessarily have to).

💗try: 

๋࣭ ⭑how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks? he honestly loves you a lot, but i dont think he has the brain capacity to pull off extravagant plans. one time he tried to surprise you for your birthday by planning a party with the crew. he ended up blabbering the entire plan by mid-afternoon. he is just terrible at secrets. but he loves to spoil you. anything you even show the slightest bit of interest in, he needs to buy it (doesnt matter if he has to risk getting charged a few billion berries by nami). he is super sweet and he shows that mostly through action and words. so, if you wanna do any fancy-shmancy thing, just organise it yourself and call luffy later.

💗ugly:

๋࣭ ⭑what would be some bad habits of theirs?

💗vanity:

๋࣭ ⭑ how concerned are they with their looks? not very concerned. he has you for girlfriend, you're the most gorgeous woman alive, you love him. does he need to care about anything else? like zoro, after getting in a relationship, he would def get better at just personal maintenance and all. if you like anything like skincare/makeup, best believe he will be the kind of boyfriend that does 3 hour long skincare routines with you just for the heck of it. (you are the reason luffy is an emperor with the nicest skin 😭✊🏼)

💗whole: 

๋࣭ ⭑would they feel incomplete without you? yes. simply put, yes. he will be Devastated (with a capital D) incase you're gone. ofcourse, i see he doesn't seem the type to be stuck in despair forever, but it will be really really hard for him. for a few days, luffy would probably stop being luffy.

💗xtra (a random headcanon for them):

i have a personal belief that luffy sucks ass at games. let me explain. it's always the games where the rules are fairly simple where he ends up losing (he then whines and cries and the entire crew kinda pity-laughs it away) but the games with the most brainpower required? he wins those. easily. (he always just gets lucky one way or the other.) i also hc him as the kind of guy who wins chess by eating the pieces so, do what you must with this information 👏🏼

💗yuck:

๋࣭ ⭑what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner? he likes almost everybody unless they are a chauvinistic prick, so rest assured. plus, if he doesnt like anything, you'd probably find out sooner than later.

💗zzz:

he's already asleep. he's tired, he's a gremlin and he's asleep.

a/n: i thought i would do this for all characters but lord, the amount of work just one of these beasts requires has me quaking- (it's like writing 26 oneshots in one go 😭) but i def wanna write one for sanjiii &lt;3

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[shiorilizzy]

My thought about yandere Wriothesley

My thought about yandere Wriothesley

I swear he has SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!

He may look like a gentleman, you can see him as a gentleman and he can even be a gentlemen

But be aware of how far he took to get revenge on his foster parents. He will do anything to get what he wants.

Well at least to you, he will be gentle and easy, not that brutal and bloody.

I have a feeling that Wriothesley will have eyes on good girls. You may be noisy or sassy, you may be silent and shy, but your eyes, your heart… They are so innocent… So pure… It’s utterly beautiful like crystal to him. The way you help others, the way you are not scared of his appearance.

He may notice you when you two are in the shop, both buying a big bag of tea, milk and sugar. He is surprised at that amount of tea and your shining aura.

His heart goes BANG when he sees you help a homeless boy, you defend him against those bad people.

You’re… kind… and brave. He loves your slight tremble, trying to act tough.

He is jealous of that boy. He is so lucky to have you protect him. Wriothesley wishes he had someone like you in the past, maybe his life would be a little sweeter.

Like a hunter set his eyes on the prey. He will find a way to approach you.

Even if you have a boyfriend or husband already, it doesn’t matter to him. Remember his material for talent upgrade? He need “Order”, not “Equity” (or Justice to me). And it’s right for you to become his lovely and only treasure.

Wriothesley is actually very human. He will not just snatch you into his place.

At least, he tried to be a normal boyfriend, a perfect lover to you. After all, he really wants an ordinary life like everyone else.

But later, things got ugly. He struggled so much to believe you or everyone, everything around you.

He suspected the man talked to you on the street that day. He thought your family, your friends were trying to separate you from him. He is scared that you’ll leave him someday, that he will lose something he treasured so much again.

That’s when he decided: You need to be placed somewhere he can watch, always.

Things got even worse if you wanted to break up with him. You’re done. There is a high chance that you will wake up with your leg broken, or cuff, depending on how bratty and cold-heart you were.

Well, he will bring you down with him no matter what.

If I have to describe Yandere Wriothesley in one word, I will say: manipulation.

I believe Wriothesley is hella good at manipulating. Do you see how he cornered Lyney till he lost control? This big shit will gaslight you to believe fish can walk.

He did say that he would feel bad if he kept a pet in the fortress because they could not see the sunlight. But he could train you to accommodate to the environment. That’s much easier.

He will act like he was not the one who kidnapped you but “just a little bit forceful invitation to live with him”.

He will be a gentleman, respect you, listen to you, even argue with you if you are too “fussy”, told you that you can be nicer to him.

Why he is doing those? Because he knows you’re a “good girl”

Sooner or later, your kind heart will make you doubt yourself that maybe you were too harsh on him.

Your innocent soul will soon feel guilty because every “hassle” you cause others to deal with.

Wriothesley, unlike most of yandere who just lock his darling in a room the whole day, he makes you busy all day, let you roam around the Fortress on your own. You’re his darling, his cute little pet, not his prisoner.

He needs to create a playground for you, so you don’t have time to be sad, angry, miss the upper world, or even think about escaping.

Luckily, he is the Duke, the Warden, and the fortress is out of Fontaine’s control. So technically, he is the King down here.

So darling, what do you want to do? Just name it and he will give you.

A baker? Prisoners will smile happily when receive your delicious food every day. A teacher? Those people will express how grateful they are to gain more knowledge thanks to you. An accountant or secretary? Wriothesley himself will gladly have you on his side, helping him with paperwork.

Even if you want to be a slut. You will be promoted from part-time slut to full-time slut. But only for him.

Whatever you want, name it and he will find a way.

See? Life is really good down here, right? You have a dream job, delicious food, pretty clothes, lovely people, and especially, a man who is loyal and loves you unconditionally. What could you ask more?

Slowly, even if you can escape, you will not do that because you’re having so much fun and peace in here.

After all, the Duke really wants to be loved, as much as he loves you. But being a skeptical person because of his trauma, he needs you to stay where he can watch you.

Sometimes, he will show you his weak side. That will kick your mother hen instinct, just like that day when you protect that weak boy.

Oh this sly wolf, he will do everything to get you.

But do not think you can get away with everything. You definitely don’t want to see him get mad ever again.

Let’s say, you escaped and got caught by him.

That man will let you sit and watch he torturing your partner in crime (of course you cannot do all the work yourself), let you hear their loud agony, see their body slammed hard on the ground.

The more you beg for them, the more torturing he will give them. Until you are trembling in fear and tears and whimpering.

Does the guiltiness eat you? That’s his intention. He just knows you too well.

That is just one of his tricks. He has plenty to use. After all, he lived for quite some time, and most of them were in the Fortress.

He usually hugs you in sleep. Don’t hesitate to put your head on his arm or sleep on his body. He LOVES those pressures.

I have a feeling he will hug you like a teddy bear. And when he needs to switch to the other side, he will just “move” you along with him.

Even when you guys are in a “bad term”, he will sleep and hug you no matter what. Wriothesley even snug his head in your neck, like a poor boy.

As if you WERE the one at fault!

Overall, Wriothesley will make your relationship become “normal” sooner or later. You will think that this is just a little “special”, a little extraordinary, a bit of spice in love that everyone has.

That staying here forever is normal

That his love is totally normal

That you love him

That you want to have a family with him.

Wriothesley is smart, he knows what he wants, and doesn’t really care about morals.

So it is impossible for you to escape since he set his eyes on you.

I would write about him in bed another day

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[nrdmssgs]

König guilty pleasure headcannons

Masterlist

You see, while on work, he gets not more than an absolute necessary minimum of time to get himself cleaned. So the first thing on the agenda when he's back home is a long hot shower.

90% of the time he just stands there still watching the clouds of steam rising around him.

Sneaking tangerines into the shower while no one is watching. Hot steam is certainly nice, but hot steam with a festive citrus smell, sweet tangerine peel oil that tingling his lips ... This is his personal sensory paradise.

Definitely thinks that others will find it weird, so he will never confess this little guilty pleasure of his to you, until you catch him yourself.

Does household chores to the murmur of the TV series, which he puts on "for background noise," as he says. The series is in German, so you don't understand anything.

"This is Tatort*, Schatzi, it was constantly on a TV when I was visiting my granny as a child. Pay no attention, there is nothing interesting going on there..."

Secretly very invested in what happens in every episode. Remembers all the episodes in which the action took place in Austria.

He goes to supermarkets early in the morning when there are almost no customers. He stops between the rows, where rarely anyone lingers, leans against the wall, closes his eyes and listens to store music for a long time. The smells of baking bread, sleepy movements of managers, this music, the rumble of steps - this brings his thoughts back from the last mission to ordinary life.

In the cold season, when no one sees, he throws back his head and exhales puffs of steam into the darkening sky and watches them float up. Since childhood, he loved to watch them change shape and merge with the darkness.

When scrolling Instagram feed, avoids all the "scoops" videos, because he knows, that once he starts really watching them, he'll come back to life in a few hours.

*Tatort is a long-running German television crime series also popular in Austria. Each episode is a complete crime solving story. The series is filmed in different cities of Germany and Austria.

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[ataraxiaspainting]

Shameless.

Yan Chrollo x GN Reader.

Synopsis: Chrollo is many things; annoying, chatty, selfish, petty. Especially petty.

Warnings: Yandere themes and kidnapping.

Word Count: 700.

“Petty, much?”

The damn devil doesn’t even turn to look at you. Instead, he turns to the next chapter of his book, a book large enough to easily force you or any other ordinary person into a yearlong coma if it hits your head. His humming physically hurts your ears and almost makes their drums burst, you are sure of it. You would much rather listen to his trill sonata from a gramophone and disc that is at least five times your age.

You cannot find the stuffed animal you normally sleep with. You have been looking all day while this clone of the antichrist just sits and reads in whatever the hell that language on the dusty cover is. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had made it himself, it’s only further proof that he is just an old man on the inside. Or at least half; the other part may as well be a toddler throwing a tantrum. 

Maybe less than half, now that you think about it. That plush was a gift from Chrollo to you, after all, a symbol of how adorable you are or something else in that vein that made his face all the more punchable. The bunny made for a good pillow and could be used as a sort of wall whenever the epitome of hell lays on the bed beside you, trying to converse or cuddle with you. 

It certainly yielded better results than biting, kicking, and hitting him at least. Your knuckles and palms still sometimes hurt. Ow. His flesh is made of iron, you know it. Maybe you should dare him to get his DNA tested to ensure that he is indeed human before speaking with you again. 

You could fake an allergic reaction to automatons perhaps. Even though you were never a drama kid in school you think you can still pull it off. 

You can craft yourself an Emmy using what remains of your old art supplies, though that would require having Chrollo cut the papers and cardboard for you. You bet that if he is a robot, he will eventually use up all his battery by chatting away and then shutting down. 

“What are you, a kindergartener?” You move closer to his unholy throne, stomping with each step forward. “Stop acting like you are eight, you swindler, and give it back.”

It would be easier that way if he went unconscious because of his powerless charge. 

If you are feeling particularly sadistic you could use electric shocks on his unconscious tin can of a body until it explodes. It would be a great thing, the sound. Like fireworks, if you avoid getting stabbed by tiny slabs of hot metal.

“Kindergarteners are ages five to six.” You could picture dreaming of it now if you can go to sleep tonight. “Eight-year-olds are typically in the grades second and third.”

“So you do admit to stealing it, then. This trial has now concluded, you have been sentenced to life without parole.”

You can hear a slight chuckle that makes you want to fall down the stairs while playing jump rope. Anything to make sure you never hear it again. “You get points for effort, darling. That wasn’t a confession, I was just correcting your utterly adorable libel.”

“Don’t talk like that to your judge, you larcenist.”

“I see you have been reading the books I have given you.”

You grumble a curse under your breath as you walk a bit closer. “It is amazing what the human mind can remember from a dictionary when there is nothing better to do. I think if I ever see my literary teacher again she’d be impressed. I’d pass with flying colors if I ever had to retake her class.”

At the sight of your laid-out hand, a slight frown appears on Chrollo’s face. “Being polite never hurt anyone, you know.”

You scoff and cross your arms, not looking at him anymore. “It hurts me every time I say anything to you instead of trying to find out how to give you enough papercuts to make you internally bleed.” 

Underneath the table, you can see the rabbit plush, and crouch down to grab it.

“Take this as an act of precaution then; don’t test my limits, dear.” As soon as you look into his eyes, hugging the stuffed animal, you look away as you see what lies beneath the surface once more. 

Nothing.

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[ackleskittles]

SUPERNATURAL FINALE : an honest, maybe sometimes controversial, take on tv's biggest disappointment of this decade.

DISCLAIMER : in this essay, i will give my opinion about 15x20 of the silly long-running show Supernatural (no kidding???) and i stand by the fact that i hate it, BUT i am not just going to trash talk my comfort show the entire time, and will try to bring into light the things that actually worked (ahem, yes, i will try to find some...) in this episode. i don't need any attacks on my opinion, you can disagree with the things i am going to say, but let's stay civil, right ? hope you enjoy it !

let's face it, no need to beat around the bush : Dean's death is THE worst thing that could've ever happened to us. 15 years of adoring, worshiping THE best character ever created on tv just for losing him ?? this way ?? feels (sorry but...) fucking disrepectful to me. and listen, i haven't seen that cursed episode again in six months, so don't mind me if my blurry memories are failing me... it still makes me so mad, that the episode starts on OUR beloved hero living a peaceful life, happy, kind of, finally free from god's (yeah, more like chuck) who's been through literal hell, faced a hundred deaths, just to end up on that stupid rebar. fuckin stupid quick, meaningless death of a HERO. i can't even think straight when it comes to this but what makes it EVEN WORST is the freakin comedic part of this episode. the pie in the face ??? when THE Dean Winchester is about to die ??? or Sam's fuckin hideous wig ??? the episode focuses on some POINTLESS hunt involving a fuckin vampire literally no soul remembered from season 1 (if you did remember without even looking it up and just happen to have this knowledge, i am sorry AND really impressed) ?? are you just kidding ?? your main character dies, and you just make it absolutely no big of a deal ? i could not. disrespectful, once again.

Dean isn't even the only one who's been failed on this finale because the same disrespect is put on Sam. i'm not bringing back the wig again (BUT THE WIG THO ??? i know the budget is low with covid and everything but come on ??) but the blurry wife is the icing on the cake. but where they failed Sam the most is the way in 15 years (okay this is not only finale related but i thought it deserved to be brought into light) they never EVER gave the man a real closure with Jess. they literally bring every character back from the dead, or at least give the boys an opportunity to say goodbye at some point but they never even cared giving Sam a proper closure from the most important relationship in his life. this, pals, makes me insanely angry. but at least, Sam gets to live and have an ordinary life until his last breathe.

Castiel isn't even really mentioned again ?? i mean, no need for a long thesis about this shame but he's been a fan favorite for YEARS and they just ???

i reached the part where i have to list the things that worked for me in this cursed episode. well. it gave us Dean x Miracle ? the man deserved to have a dog. and it was one of the cutest thing they ever did on this show. Miracle is somehow Dean's little sparkle of joy and hope after losing Cas. kudos (somehow, in a way, i don't know) to Dean's last speech to Sam, and their heartbreaking exchange. it really moved me, and made sense, it was in character. Dean dying on his feet was also appreciated (and those kudos go to Jensen, thank you buddy) but i will explain why in the next paragraph. anyway, i don't have anything more to add, and trust me i tried really hard!! oh, the photography was also decent, but it's one thing Supernatural always did well, so... not surprising.

i am NOT a supporter of Dean dying in the finale, and i am thankful to the wonderful talented writer in this fandom for their amazing fix-it fictions on the finale. this ground is covered, so i am leaving you with ao3 for all the ways the show could have ended WITHOUT Dean dying. my man deserved to be happy and free ans well. i am going to cover the ground of THE WRITERS REALLY WANT DEAN DYING. fine. i don't agree, but you do you baby. 15 years of the show, Dean Winchester was depicted as a HERO. the fanbase has been dedicated for FIFTEEN FUCKIN YEARS and being myself a 2006 Supernatural fan, this finale made me feel like it was a total loss of time. as i said before, i WORSHIPPED (and i still do) this character like i've never worshipped any other character. what he (and we) deserved for always sacrificing his own happiness and life was to die the hero he's always been. to die, i don't know, saving Sam one last time ? with a show with great biblical implication, didn't he deserve a great biblical tragedy ending ? something huge, epic ? and i know this could be controversial because they are no longer under the influence of god himself, but he could have been paralleled to Jesus somehow, just joining heaven next to Jack and Cas as his mission on earth was over. i don't know. just thinking about things.

what could've also been great would have been Dean's life flashing before his eyes as he was dying. glimpse of unseen good moments, memories, as a tribute to the character. once again, he deserved no less than to be praised for everything he did for his family, and for the world.

anyway. revival is now a thing all over social medias and it could both heal us, or destroy us. it raised a lot of concerns, the most important being will Cas' confession finally be aknowledge ? i sure hope it will for misha's perfect delivery of it, and his fight to allow his character to be himself fully. but i also hope this revival finds a way to "cancel" the mistake the writers made with this finally. it could make sense. it could be yet another illusion, trick, anything really and they could (just like us) pretend it never happened (spoiler alert : it really never happened) and i don't want my hopes too high. but it's possible.

thank you so much for your attention. i wanted to write an essay about the finale but i feel like i've been here and there talking nonsense. i've never really expressed my disappointment before, as it was something really personal to me, but i am glad i finally did. there could have been so much more things said. or said in a better way, but i tried my best :(

love y'all, spn family <3

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[shatcey]

William is almost perfect

I remember very vaguely (what's the point of remembering something that has already changed) that I was opposed William for a very long time. I didn't like his creepy eyes, I was very scared of his abilities, and of course I didn't like how much the developers were pushing us in his direction. It's Newton's third law in action, I guess.

But when I started reading his route on JP, I was surprised how different he was from what I expected.

And at the end of his route, I cannot say I fell for him, but I really start to respect him as an incredibly strong person with a very strong life philosophy.

But… When I started reading his route on EN… It turned out that I had missed so many details. I didn't understand half of his jokes and his very poetic way of expressing his thoughts. He's like a very strong magnet. Everything he does has a huge impact on me, and I understand why (almost said Belle) Kate fell for him so much.

He is very kind, patient, always listens to what she wants, always gives her what she wants. His voice is strong and soft at the same time, it has flirtatious notes and it's incredibly warm. His laugh is one of a kind… so infectious, honest and bright. I can't remember the last time I heard real laughter in a game. No, that's a lie… Wolfie has a wonderful laugh.

Back to Willy...

I like his design, in fact, all his expressions. I like the way he talks. I like that he touches Kate often, but not in a way that it start to seems oppressive or bothersome. And I really like the moments when he judges… He is so strong and tall, righteous indeed, and so, so hot… like fire… no, even more than that.

But where is the one, no, two things that keep me from falling for him completely.

I have never understood the mass obsession with roses and strawberries. They are quite common and, in my opinion, quite ordinary. But so many people are obsessed with them, as if nothing better had ever existed. I think this is probably the result of good marketing, nothing more. So… as you've probably already guessed, I don't like either one. I can't say I don't like them, I just can't call them my favorites. And Will… he, like most people, likes these two things.

He smells like roses. I can't even imagine that. This smell is very sweet and (perhaps this will sound like sexism) feminine. If he likes it, so be it, I just can't imagine a man who wearing this scent in real life.

Funny… I didn't mind the vanilla from Liam and mint from Harry. They also smell sweet, but somehow more neutral. Hey… I don't remember Ellie's smell… And Alfie… No, I remember Alfie, he smelled of several scents, after all, he spent a lot of time with a lot of people… Does this mean that he has no smell? It reminds me of the Perfumer... No! Gross! Awful thought! Go away!!! Shoo…

Back to Willy...

So… I really like his route. And I feel each Kate's pain as my own, and that makes it quite personal. But no matter how good Will is, roses have always been and will be a turn off to me. I'm sorry, Willy…

You're not making it easy for me, aren't you?…

Off topic

I still don't have much free time. But I believe this weekend I will finally be able to read Liam's 1st anniversary epilogue. And hopefully there will be something interesting that I want to share with you. If not, I'll come up with something else…

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[i-plague-eater]

It took me long to choose characters but I've ended with Elyon, Orube and Yazoo (from FFVII). First, Elyon.

I like her shaggy hairstyle in cartoon a lot! It is a reason for Kane/Phobos to has his hair so wild! But in a comic book her silhouette is much closer to Weira and they're said to be very look alike, so I've came with a compromise between comic and cartoon versions. Her iconic sweater is a noticeable detail too, plus it's purple and purple always gives a magical and mystique vibe.

I'm not gonna lie: as a kid, I've never been fond of her. As far as I know, most fans say the same as I do: she's too sugary sweet, naive, gullible and never had a chance to kick Phobos's ass. But as she's one of the characters in my fancomic In Breach, I followed my commom approach "You can't have a character in your script and feel a subjective grudge towards them". So I started asking myself why Elyon is acting the way she does. And I've discovered а very interesting fact.

Why she WOULDN'T act the way she does?

She is an ordinary teen girl, not the smartest, not the brightest (when it's not about amazing drawing skills that she share with Hay Lin. I mean, come on!). She isn't the most socially successful, as she mentioned in a cartoon "I'm a teenager without friends" (in rus dub). The ordinary "normal" type. Her only stable relationship is with Cornelia and Alchemy. She's so unnoticed that only Alchemy notified the police that Elyon is missing. And Alchemy is not a teacher, just a classmate. A family has disappeared and literally no one (including neighbors) told to police that lights were off for a long time.

Yes, we see Elyon in a background from time to time and she even says a phrase or two. She's not an outcast type, she hangs with the others BUT every time we see her involved it also involves Cornelia who was most likely the one who invited her. And she's always slightly away from the rest making me think she only does this to mix with her surroundings. We never see her hanging with her own company or even a single friend instead of the main heroes or Alchemy (who's also a Cornelia friend). Or Bryan... but it was a sad and short story. We never see her having a long dialogue unless we know who she really is. It's an arguable point tho as the story is about W.I.T.C.H girls and script writers probably were trying to keep a secret of her true nature.

But when Cedric appears! Unlike her furtive parents that always withhold something and Cornelia who's all about herself (with all the respect to Cornelia), Cedric just... listens to her. He shows compassion, non-judgmental approach and sound sincere. With him Elyon feel being special. Not to mention that Cornelia has betrayed her for Will (we know the reason behind it but Ely doesn't).

And then! Bang! Suddenly Elyon becomes THE special. The only one! She's like Harry Potter who got a letter from Hogwarts, like issekai character, the fucking King Arthur, THE CHOSEN ONE! Common people of Meridian are praying on her, servants are ready to perform any caprice, Miranda is being nice and ready to play with her, her older brother is such a sweet and cheerful person who would do just anything for her. She's like Coraline who found the other mother. And this case is actually so good that it should be in a video "How and why people fall for abusive relationship or being lured into a sect".

The only thing she can be accused is being too gullible but she acts as a person who grasps any straw. Who would you choose? Parents who lied to you for your whole life? Fake friends who replaced you with a new girl.

We can go deeper here. Remember the first scene with Elyon in a comic book? She got a low grade and instead of supporting her, her "friends" invent a humiliating punishment to hit on a stranger. Although they know she's quite shy! What a nice company we have here, don't we?

Don't get me wrong, teenagers may show low empathy due to their age. Cornelia isn't a bad person too. She's the most loyal friend one might only dream of! Both in a comic book and cartoon she stays at Elyon's side and refuse the idea of her friend being evil. Although Elyon did a lot in a comic book to be judged. Cornelia risks her own life to get to her. BUT she's still quite an narcissist type. Such people attract very specific friends: those who always stay in their shadow, never a threat or a competitor. You can see others confronting her in either passive-aggressive form or trying to show her a place like Irma does. But Elyon was with Cornelia since they were small kids. I have a theory that Elyon actually wins from it too: she seem very "normal" by hanging with a popular friend who would invite her to every party. And literally no one can say no to Cornelia, right? And Elyon seem present in the society. And at the same time she actually isn't.

So here's the whole picture: Elyon isn't a scapegoat outcast like Martin, she isn't labeled as "odd" like Hay Lin. BUT she's not a successful either. She's a blank one, that average conformal person that does their best to suit "normal" standarts. She's short on social contacts, she's breadcrumbed by Cornelia and has no friends outside her pack. As we remember, Alchemy is also Cornelia's friend. Both Browns are hideous, insanely quiet people who made a very, very isolated, incapsulated family to the point that no one even notices their absence. They do their best to lay low and they teach Elyon to act the same way (we know why, but it's quite unhealthy thing you know). I bet Eleanor is quite unhappy with Ely's marks, but I'm not sure if she's strict about it. She's been shown as a good parent in both comic and cartoon. Although the way Elyon agreed to throw them in prison in a comic so easily is something that keep my brain buzzing.

Sooo my idea is that her reliance problems has started long before the cartoon events. Her social contacts never worked properly to begin with and that's why Cedric got her so easily. Not to mention his speech skills. Elyon was a quiet, shady kid with a certain tendency for escapism. Drawing on her level is quite a specific trait that requires a lot of time spend alone and some wild imagination. I think while she never shows this in a cartoon and probably suppressed it, she was really envy of Cornelia, Irma, Hay Lin and even Taranee having huge and nice families, lots of friends and being very bright people. While she's... on the sidelines. There's a thick wall of white lies between her and her parents. She's... no one. Only Cedric shown her what being heard and important is.

Although all the above is cool, it makes her a bit bland to my personal taste. So in my AU called In Breach I given her a bit salt and spice by returning her some of her comic characteristics. I see her as a stalker type, very jealous and vengeful, but too afraid of showing aggression and staring a feud. She would write some really nasty fanfiction about her foes and spread rumors, make ugly caricature on Grumper sisters. Might even play a nasty prank on someone if she can get away unnoticed. But nothing violent, just humiliating.

So, imagine this lost envious girl stumbling across another narcissist. Different from Cornelia, quite a violent type. The one who seem to be afraid of no one. Like, literally not a single person can tell him what to do - even the police (on a first glance. In reality, he's afraid of jail as fuck). The one who questions the moral, the normality, the good and evil. AND telling her this is what she can and should be. WELL WELL WELL WHO COULD THAT BE)

Also, a song that must be a soundtrack for her kicking Phobos's butt in a cartoon.

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[bitterie-sweetie]

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Pairing: Joshua x reader Genre: fluff WC: 2.5k A/N: happy joshie day nat @syuperseventeen ! i hope this fic is enough to fuel ur delusions for the next while <3

He calls you his favourite person, yet you have no idea he's hosting a party until you get the invite in the mail. Joshua Hong confuses the hell out of you and perhaps now is the time to finally figure him out.

Joshua Hong is someone you can never figure out.

On paper, he's perfect. He attends church every Sunday and goes as far as to volunteer at all the events, sometimes even at charities outside of it. At school he's popular and well-liked by everyone around him—a teacher's pet, a straight A student, involved with all the extra-curriculars under the sun. Your parents love to use him as the standard every time you do something less than perfect in their eyes.

Well, that's because they don't know what he's really like.

To you, Joshua Hong is someone who calls you his favourite person in the world as he gives you his best smile. He likes to confide in you with all the latest gossip, and then listens attentively whenever you vent to him about your day and takes the time to remember everything you say. That includes knowing your favourite fast-food order and how you got the tiny scar on your elbow when you were five.

But the same Joshua Hong is the one who never replies to your texts except once in a blue moon, doesn't make eye contact with you on campus, and often pulls silly pranks on you and laughs when you fall for them. And while talking to him may leave you feeling cared for and appreciated, you often end up realizing he's told you nothing about himself. Like this party he's hosting next week—you'd think that the two of you are close enough for him to tell you about it, but he still hasn't said anything.

It's like he only pops into your life whenever he feels like it, and usually that means at the strangest times of day.

Hence why you're sitting across from him in the local McDonald's at 3am.

"Did I wake you? You look too awake to have been asleep when I called."

"Yeah, you did. How rude, Joshua Hong." You shoot him a glare for emphasis even though he's right: you weren't asleep when he called. Perhaps you'd been staying up in the hopes that you'd be hearing from him, but that's something he doesn't need to know. You also leave out the part where you had to sneak out of your window which wasn't easy at all; it had to be done if you wanted to do anything fun while back at your childhood home for the winter break. "Also, my parents are going to kill me."

Joshua actually smiles. "Don't worry, they won't find out. Besides, they say I'm a good influence, so you'll be fine if you just tell them you were with me."

It may be the first time the two of you have done this, but it's nothing out of the ordinary. The week before finals, he'd thrown pebbles at your dorm window to get your attention, and you both proceeded to make snow angels all over the campus fields. To destress, he'd said. And the time before that, he turned your shopping trip into the most ridiculous costume contest by picking out outfits for each other to try on. He still insists he would've won if the two of you hadn't been forcibly removed from the store.

"Good influence my ass," you mutter under your breath. "So why are we here this time?"

"I skipped dinner and got hungry," he says with such a straight face that if it were anyone else, they would've believed him. But you're all too familiar with his humour and strange antics by now.

"You really will say anything and everything, huh?"

"Yes," Josh admits with a laugh, "but that's why you love me."

At times like this, you feel like there is more to your friendship than just what is on the surface. When the two of you are at this empty McDonald's and he looks at you like you're the only one in the world, or when he goes out of his way to pick you up at 3am and comes prepared with an extra jacket because he knew you'd be cold. Somehow each moment with him feels special, like an inside joke or a small secret that only the two of you know.

And even though you don't see him all that much, somehow these are the little things that make him feel like he's your close friend. No, your best friend. Or maybe simply... yours.

You throw a fry at his face and manage an 'I hate you' in an attempt to cover up how his words have caused your pulse to speed up. Do you love him? Probably, if the heat at your cheeks is any indication. That's something you're still trying to figure out, but deep down you suspect you've always known the answer to that and being with him only seems to prove it.

It irks you to hear it said out loud so casually though. You hate how he seems so unaffected when it throws it out there and how you can never tell what he truly means. You can never tell what any of this means. What does it mean to be sharing a pack of nuggets under the ugly florescent lights of McDonald's at this ungodly hour?

But then he says something funny, and those thoughts are left forgotten.

An hour later, he's pulling up to your driveway. The streets are still as dark as when you'd left, the roads still silent. By then the exhaustion has started to set in, and you only have half the mind to figure out how to sneak back in through your window.

Joshua turns off the engine and silence fills the space where the low rumble was before. You reach for the door handle and are about to say your goodbyes before leaving, but the continuing silence has you hesitating. This is somewhat unusual—normally when he drops you off, he leaves the engine running as he waits for you to get back to your house, but now, the stillness makes it seem like he doesn't want you to go just yet.

Your guess is confirmed a moment later when Joshua turns to you, and you can feel your stomach twisting with uncertainty.

"So, are you coming to the party?" he asks softly.

Right, the party. How could you forget when the invitation is still sitting on your desk, untouched? It should probably be something nice to receive, though the sight of it only reminds you of how little you really know about Josh. You're close enough to be here with him in the middle of the night and yet you had to find out about the party through an invitation, instead of from his own mouth.

"Do you want me to be there?" You try to mask the hint of venom lacing your voice. It still leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

If he hears it, he doesn't seem to react to it. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, I don't know. Maybe because I didn't even know you were planning to throw a party since you haven't exactly mentioned it to me. Ever. I only found out through that invitation."

"Ah." He looks away and is still for so long that you don't think he's going to answer at all. "Jeonghan sent it."

"So are you only telling me about it now because you found out that Jeonghan sent the invite? Did you want to invite me at all?"

If you were expecting an excuse, an apology or explanation of some sort, you don't get one. Josh glances at you and there's an unreadable expression on his face before he shakes his head. "You're right. I didn't want to invite you."

Oh.

It's a direct punch to your gut. His answer echoes your mind, blocking out everything else beyond this moment and the way your heart is being crushed under the weight of his words. Is this it? Has he gotten sick of you? Or worse—has he somehow discovered that your stares linger a bit too long and your texts are a bit too frequent to hide any of your true feelings?

"W-what?"

He nods. "It's only because it's not a great place to be. Don't ruin your holidays there, Y/N. I'd much rather do something else with you that day."

"You want to... hang out with me that day?" you repeat automatically, frozen like a deer in headlights. None of what he's saying makes any sense—he didn't want to invite you to his party and didn't want to tell you about it either, but he still wants to hang out with you?

You've already been having trouble discerning his intentions and have been trying to convince yourself that it's okay. That what the two of you have is enough and you don't particularly need to know where you stand with him. But having this whole party thing blow up in your face is feeling a lot like the last straw for you. Regardless of your feelings for him, the pushing and pulling, the distance, it's become all too confusing.

Joshua must notice the look on your face for he continues. "Like, maybe we could do something more normal for a change? I know you've been wanting to do that. We could watch that movie you wanted to see, or go to the Christmas market? Or—"

"Josh," you say softly, and he stops. You take a deep breath and try to get your thoughts together because this is something you have to ask him now or you'll never get the chance or the courage to again. "I don't really get it. You don't want me at your party but still want to hang out with me that day?"

He opens his mouth to respond but closes it again, looking away.

"I guess it's not just about the party. It's that you—you confuse me. On most days we're good friends, maybe best friends or maybe... something more than that. But other times, it's like we don't know each other at all. I feel like I don't know you. And I don't get it; you clearly care about me but what are your intentions? What are we?"

Your words are left hanging in the air. It suddenly feels suffocating to be in the car with him now that you've blurted out what's been on your mind, and it makes you wish that things were different. But now it's too late to take it back. It's too late to undo this moment.

After what feels like an eternity later, Joshua breaks the silence. He lets out an audible sigh and closes his eyes, slumping forward against the steering wheel like he'd rather be anywhere else. "I'm not good at this stuff, Y/N."

"It's okay, you can tell me." You try to make it sound truthful, maybe slightly nonchalant. It's not exactly a lie, but why does it feel like one? Maybe you'd rather not know. Maybe it's better if the two of you don't breach the subject. "Just let me know what you're thinking."

"You're the only good part of my life, Y/N. The only real part."

"But?"

"But I don't deserve this. I thought that if I detached myself, if I worked hard, then things might be fine. But I feel like shit, and heck, I didn't even want to host this party."

"What do you mean?" you whisper, but he makes no sign of having heard you. Then a little louder, "What are you trying to say?"

"I was trying to be perfect, Y/N. All the things I've been doing—the volunteering, the church stuff, all those clubs. The side projects. I thought that if I did those things, they would make me perfect." Joshua runs a hand through his hair but still doesn't meet your eyes, opting to stare out into the darkness in front of him instead.

After hearing what he said, things start to make a bit more sense. He might be talking around the question at hand instead of answering it, but the answer does seem so close you can almost taste it. Maybe you should be able to put it together by now, but it's just slightly out of your grasp.

You have to ask him one last question. "Why are you trying so hard to be perfect?"

"Because I'm not good enough for you. I did all those things so that maybe they would somehow make up for everything else."

And there it is. He doesn't say any more than that, but already you know exactly what he means now. He's talking about the other side of him, the one that you see the most—his eccentricity, the unusual adventures the two of you often go on, his spontaneous ideas that might not always lead to trouble but seem to be somewhere on the spectrum of wrong anyway. Joshua Hong is trying to make up for his true self by creating the most pristine persona, one that no one can say anything bad about.

One that might be able to impress you.

"Is that what you've been thinking this whole time?" You want to reach for him, pull him in to reassure him that everything is fine, but settle for putting your hand over his own on the steering wheel. "Josh, you don't have to be perfect. It's enough to just be you."

Josh lifts his head. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. To me and everyone else who cares about you. Besides, perfect is boring."

"Well," he says slowly, "I thought you'd disapprove of all the crazy things we've been doing."

You stifle a laugh. "Trust me, I wouldn't have done all those things with you if I didn't want to."

"So... can we do something together on the day of the party?"

"Of course." You nod, giving him a smile. "We can do whatever you want to do."

"Good." He leans back in his seat, looking so visibly relieved compared to just a minute ago. The corner of his lips curves up just the slightest like it's a glimpse of the real smile he's trying to hold back, and you can't remember how you were uncertain about his intentions before when everything is this real.

Everything the two of you talk about in the next hour only proves that too. He tells you about himself, about his likes and dislikes and favourites, about all the things he's wanted to say but have been too afraid to. He talks about the other parts of his life, about hosting this party with Jeonghan but it's really a ploy to play matchmakers for all the people around them.

Before long, the first glimpse of sunrise is on the distance, and you realize the two of you have stayed up all night.

"Hey, Josh?" You turn back just before leaving. "Does this mean you're going to skip your own party?"

Joshua shrugs, and when he looks at you the smile turns mischievous. "Jeonghan's not going either. But I'm sure everyone will be just fine."

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[cookies-and-music]

Ghost. - part 12: How do you love?

My suggestion for this chapter is Valentine by Maneskin

Part 1 here - part 13 here.

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

TAG LIST: @kats72 ; @mischief2sarawr

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

Midgard, 2012 After the collapse of the framework, while being flung from one point and place in time to another, Loki found himself in a place he knew well. Looking back, it wasn't a place he particularly enjoyed remembering. Not anymore. Not after he had seen the entire story from her perspective.

Yet, when he saw her bent over, searching for something in the small fridge of the SHIELD base, Loki felt such relief that he almost cried.

"…Lydia…" His name escaped him on the tail of a trembling sigh.

"Yep, that's my name" she replied casually, lifting a jar of yogurt and checking the expiration date.

"Lydia" Loki repeated, this time with a smile.

"You never call me by name, why – hey" she looked up in his direction "what are you wearing?" she smirked "You look so ordinary… you should wear a shirt more often."

"Lydia" Loki crossed the kitchen and circled the table to reach her.

"Okay, this is starting to get weird" Lydia raised an eyebrow.

"You remember me…" Loki furrowed his brows in a way that made him look like a sad puppy. It surprised Lydia.

"We were in the same room until a few minutes ago… why shouldn't I remember you?"

Loki took a shaky breath; yes, this wasn't TVA Lydia, but she knew him, and that was better than nothing.

"Lydia, you have to listen to me" he grabbed her shoulders and she stiffened "I need you to come with me to a place."

"We've been stuck in here for days, I'm fine with any destination, included Disneyland" Lydia shrugged.

"No, Lydia, I'm serious-" Loki stopped, hearing footsteps in the distance, accompanied by the sound of metal on the floor. His footsteps. Loki remembered that moment, he remembered every moment with her.

"Come with me"

As she protested, Loki pushed her into a small closet, where they barely fit, leaving the door slightly ajar, just enough to glimpse the entrance to the kitchen. Lydia's eyes widened as she felt his body pressed against hers.

"What the hell-"

Loki interrupted her by covering her mouth with his hand, he brought his index finger in front of his lips to indicate silence, then pointed to the kitchen entrance.

Lydia furrowed her brows, following his direction.

"Miss Princhett?" Loki appeared in the kitchen doorway. Loki.

Lydia jumped against his body while shifting her gaze from one to the other.

"Miss Princhett…?" the other Loki called out before stepping out of the room, leaving.

When they were alone again, Loki held both hands up defensively.

"I can explain-"

"Who the hell are you?" she attacked, still trying to keep her voice low while they were trapped in the confined space.

"It's me… It's Loki."

"And then who is he?" She pointed to where the other Loki had appeared.

"It's me… it's complicated" Loki swallowed "let's say I come from the future, and to save that future, I need you to come with me. I know it sounds strange, but trust me-"

"Like hell I'll trust you," Lydia scoffed sarcastically.

"Lydia, please," Loki ran a hand through his hair, wondering why, why she always had to be so stubborn. As fascinating as it was, it made his life difficult 90% of the time.

"I know you don't trust me, I know you have a plan to betray me on the day of the New York attack."

Lydia stiffened, clenching her jaw.

"But in the future, you will trust me, our relationship won't be like this, I swear."

In the dim light of the closet, with their bodies so close, Loki's eyes shone with hope, hope that she would believe him, believe in the possibility that he could change, that their relationship could change... but Lydia wasn't interested in his eyes.

"Prove it."

"What? How?" Loki spread his arms.

"If we really are… whatever are we, exactly?" Lydia tilted her head.

Loki opened and closed his mouth several times. "It's not very clear…"

"Well, whatever we are, you must know something about me that I haven't told you yet," she crossed her arms "so come on, convince me."

Loki took a deep breath as he went through everything, every little thing he knew.

"You were born on October 28th in Phenix, Arizona, but you grew up in Scottsdale with your adoptive mothers. You enrolled in the Marine Academy at Quantico before being recruited by SHIELD. Initially, they placed you in the research section, where you dealt with finding high-risk criminals; a few years later, you became part of The Avengers Protocol to select possible candidates for a team to protect Earth." He rattled it all off as if reading from a script, but Lydia watched him with crossed arms, unimpressed.

"Well done. You did your homework," she said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"Anyone who found my private file knows those things, they're not worth much, don't you think?" Lydia stepped out of the closet.

"Wait, wait," Loki followed her out and grabbed her arm, she tore away from his grip and turned around.

Loki looked at her for a moment, really looked at her, and saw something he had never noticed before, in 2012.

"You have roots showing."

"Excuse me?"

"Your hair is brown," he said with a bitter half-smile "you dye it red, but the roots show. You dye it red because your mom, Ava, has red hair. You've always wanted to be like her, and secretly you would have wanted to be a history teacher, like her." He smiled, remembering when she had told him at the TVA, "Despite this, whatever the job is, you throw yourself into it headfirst, you have to do it well, and you're a perfectionist. You're ambitious, jealous, and vengeful." They weren't compliments, but Loki listed them with a smile because they were part of who Lydia was, and he was okay with that because those made Lydia herself.

"When you were little, you dislocated your arm trying to jump from one tree to another in your backyard. At work, you drink industrial amounts of coffee but load them up with sugar" he remembered the times she brought him tea, so sweet it was disgusting, but he always drank it because he was afraid she would be upset otherwise, and his eyes moistened at the thought of drinking liters of it just to have her back "and you love the strawberry milkshake from McDonald's." The last sentence came out with a broken tone.

Lydia's head was full of thoughts as he spoke, and the emotion she saw on his face infected her with sadness.

"What am I to you?" she took a deep breath, scrutinizing his face.

She had already asked him that, at the TVA, and he had hesitated, they had argued, and they had drifted apart. He wouldn't make the same mistake again.

"Everything," he shook his head slightly, "You're everything to me."

Lydia's breath caught, and a moment later, a temporal door opened, and a short man with glasses emerged.

"Oh, good, I finally found you" the man smiled pleased, looking at Loki, "are we ready?"

Loki stepped through the temporal door with one foot and reached out a hand to her as he looked at her with hopeful eyes and prayed in his mind. He didn't know who or what, but he prayed.

His prayers were listened as Lydia grabbed it

I bet y'all think we're reaching the end. We're not. Some more chapters to go, but I assure you won't get bored. As usual I love suggestions, comments, hearts and reblogs, so... please gimmeeee. Lots of Love, or, as my mum used to say, LOL. - C.A.M.

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[indian-kahani]

Desi LGBT+ Fest 2023

@desi-lgbt-fest

Day 2: Legacy

All her life, Durga had been told that she was a good daughter.

All through school, she had been called a ‘pleasure to teach’. Students regarded her with wary awe: she was the good girl, who did her homework and listened to the teacher and never, ever stepped a foot out of line.

All my life, her father had told her, “Beti, you have to be a good girl. Strike that – you have to be the best. There are many eyes watching us.”

He was right, of course. He was a major army lieutenant – Arjit Sindh, a household name for his medals and bravery. Ever since Durga was a child, she had watched him salute the tricolour every morning, watched his juniors (and god, there were lots of them) salute to him.

While others dreamed of being artists and musicians, she dreamed of her first day holding a rifle.

While others looked up to Abdul Kalam or Lata Mangeshkar, her walls were covered in photos of Gunjan Saxena, Vikram Batra, everyone who had ever won the Param Vir chakra.

She had a legacy to inherit, a place to fill.  

Her dreams may have been out of place, but they were in vivid technicolour none the less. She faced up to her dream with a steady heart.

Her father approved, and watched from a distance as the Indian Army became entrenched deep inside her heart.

She had always followed in his footsteps. The golden girl she might have been, but she was a golden girl you shouldn’t mess with. She had always been raised to be a loyal servant of the army, the loyal servant of her country.

As her father's daughter, she was proud to uphold his legacy.

Karate, Jiu Jitsu, yoga, junior boot camp. Durga was signed up for all of it, and every summer she trained without fail.

On her eighteenth birthday, she joined the army. What else could she do? I mean, it had been her dream for as long as she could remember. She hit it out of the park. She had been training to assemble a gun since she was sixteen. The other recruits were no match for her.

They were playing for glory (or so she thought).

She was playing for honour.

Or was she?

Durga saw her first at her graduation ceremony.

Her name was before Durga’s.

“Sharma, Saranika!”

Saranika. Such a beautiful name.

All of a sudden, she was reminded of her childhood when her mother sang beautiful Hindustani music. That was what Saranika Sharma's name reminded Durga of.

“Sindh, Durga!”

She snapped out of she reverie, and walked onto the stage, determined to forget the girl with the beautiful name.

-

Months passed. Promotion after promotion came her way. Talent, or nepotism? Who knew? Slowly but surely, she was becoming jaded. Life seemed grey and joyless, and even at the young age of twenty-one, the lines under her eyes were becoming more and more pronounced.

The day was an ordinary one – so mundane that Durga didn’t even read over the details, instead preferring to wing the training exercise. She was assigned two officers to help out. Major Raj Kuldeep and Major Saranika Sharma.

…wait, what?

She re-read the document again, eyes alight. Major Saranika Sharma.

Almost unbidden, her mind flashed back to that day, when she had heard her name but didn’t see her face. Durga’s heart stumbled at just the thought, secretive smile stretching her lips open. It hurt – maybe the first time she had smiled in days, weeks even.

She arrived at the training exercise fifteen minutes early, pretending to be absorbed in the details of the exercise.

An officer arrived, and saluted in front of her. “Ma’am!”

From the evidently male voice, her hopes were dashed already. She looked up. “Major Kuldeep.” She inclined her head in recognition, and the man smiled at her tightly. It was a regulation army smile – deferent and not too intimate.

“I believe Officer Sharma will be arriving in a few minutes, ma’am.” He informed, and she nodded, returning to her papers to hide the thumping of her heart.

Why was I feeling this way? The thought hit her all of a sudden, but she didn’t have time to process it.

She had arrived.

“Ma’am, it’s good to finally meet you.” she deferred from the standard greeting, and she looked up.

She was beautiful. My God, she was beautiful. Her cinnamon skin looked so soft, and Durga fought to tear her eyes off of her prominent collarbones-

Durga’s eyes widened as she hastily raised her eyes to meet her face.

She instantly regretted it. Wide, honest eyes, full lips, and a gorgeously sharp jawline.

Before she could say something she would regret, she greeted her. “Major Sharma, may I ask why?” Hints of curiosity pricked at her. She wanted to unravel every secret of this Saranika’s, big and small.

Saranika met her gaze with the barest hint of a challenge in the way she raised her chin. “Who wouldn’t want to meet the prodigy of the army?” she smiled with a small shrug. Major Kuldeep was watching, slack-jawed, at the casual way Major Sharma was addressing Durga, but the women had only eyes for each other.

“I hardly believe I’m a prodigy.” The words slipped out before Durga could change them, and she disguised the raw honesty in them with a short laugh. “Hard work gets you far, Major Sharma.”

Suddenly, she wanted to get as far away from this enchanting woman as possible. She could feel her back prickle with sweat and she could swear her face was heating up.

“I don’t doubt it, ma’am.” Saranika – no, she was Major Sharma, when had Durga started addressing her so casually? – replied promptly. “Talent can only get you so for before you need more to take you further.”

Durga ended the conversation with a clipped nod, checking the watch on her wrist. “We had best be going.” She turned to Kuldeep, who snapped to attention. “At ease.”

She finished the training in a daze, dismissing the recruits five minutes early with an uneasy frown on her face. Rumours were flying around that the infamous Durga Sindh had something on her mind. She heeded none of it as she headed to the mess hall to eat lunch.

Almost out of instinct, she scanned the hall for Saranika, finally noticing her tucked away in the back of the hall.

She sent her a note to come and eat with her in her office. Saranika arrived five minutes later.

Durga gestured for her to sit down. “I was impressed with your performance in the training exercise today, Major Sharma.” Bullshit. She hadn’t paid attention to even a single second of that training exercise.

Saranika ducked her head shyly, a strand of hair falling forward, and Durga resisted the urge to lean forward and tuck it behind her ear. “Thankyou, ma’am. I appreciate it.”

“Call me Durga. No need for formalities in my office.” She blurted out, cursing herself immediately as the words slipped out. That seemed to happen a lot around her.

Saranika looked up suddenly, startled. “I couldn’t possibly be so… informal, ma’am.” She hesitated.

“I insist.” Durga said.

“Very well, then… Durga-ji.”

-

From then on, it only got better. Lunch turned into days off, days off turned into weekends until finally, Durga worked up the courage.

“I- I wanted- what I meant to say was- the thing is- will you be my girlfriend?”

The sight of her then, with her hair loose and framing her face, was enough for Durga to plant a chaste kiss on the cheek of her girlfriend.

Only one thing was left.

Durga had to tell her father, a strict adherent to tradition and principles, that she was a lesbian.

-

“Papa… I met someone.”

She had phrased it carefully enough, hesitating over each and every word. Her father, aged but no less sharp, looked at her (or through her, it seemed sometimes).

“That’s lovely, beti.” His old face creased in a smile. “Bring him home this weekend, hm?”

There it was. Durga opened her mouth and closed it again, pressing her lips together in shame of her own cowardice. Her father was watching.

“He’s a Hindu, right? Not a Muslim? It’s okay if he is, as long as he’s respectful to you.” Her father tried to reassure her seeing her distress, and tears fell down Durga’s cheeks.

“She’s not a boy!” she burst out all of a sudden, hiding her face in her hands as she heard her father’s small intake of breath. Water dripped from her eyes, wetting her hands and falling in droplets onto the cold marble times.

“Accha, I see.” Her father leaned forward in his chair, wiping Durga’s tears away. “Bring her home this weekend, hm? I hope she’s pretty.”

Durga couldn’t do anything much more than stare. “You’re- you’re okay with this? But people will-”

He let out a deep chuckle. “The world has changed since I was young, Durga.” He smiled down on her fondly. “You young people are teaching us that it is okay to love whoever you love. There are people out there like you and your girlfriend, right?”

Durga nodded, open-mouthed. “But- papa- you- I’m a lesbian.”

He waved her away, a mock frown on his face. “Of course I know that now. I’m not stupid. Bring that girl home on Saturday, and I will see what food we can get for her. Leave it to me.”

Yes, her father followed tradition. Yes, he had his legacy to uphold, and his honour. But he was a man of good sense, and the world was changing after all. Why not see what good it could bring?

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Okay so I know nothing about the military, literally nothing so the ranks/greetings/whatever might be off, please suspend disbelief while reading :D and tell me what you think in reblogs/comments!

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The Recruit - 2. You

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 3124

Warnings: None this chapter

Synopsis:  When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it.  He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time.  Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out.  It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

2. You

There had been a lot of different dates you’d had in your life.  Good dates.  Bad dates.  Fun dates.  Boring dates.  You’d done everything from the old-fashioned dinner and movie to taking a hot air balloon ride through the countryside.  Yet even with all the different dates, you’d been on with people you barely knew or knew really well, you had never felt such a strong connection with someone as you had Sam Wilson.

The date hadn’t even been that outstanding.  If you’d described the date to someone and only said the things you did, you were sure they’d tell you it sounded horrible.  Sitting outside Madison Square Garden with an ice cream listening to a band neither of you had paid to see sounded cheap and lazy.  Yet it had been fun, and relaxed, and you had loved talking to him.  He had somehow managed to both listen to you in a way that made you feel like you were the most important person in the world and to be able to hold your attention with every story he told.

The date was so good when Sam called you, you weren’t at all surprised.  Delighted - but not surprised.

“I was hoping you might like to come around,” Sam said.  “I’m a decent cook and my sister always said cooking for someone was the best way to share a part of you.”

“Aren’t you an old romantic?” you teased.  Normally you would be a little hesitant about being invited to a homemade dinner so early. They always seemed to come with the expectation of sex.  You weren’t opposed to having sex early on, but you liked to come to these things naturally without added pressure.  You trusted Sam though.  Not just because you had gotten along so well, but also because he was also an Avenger.  The fact he hadn’t gone in for a goodnight kiss was encouraging too.  He didn’t seem like the kind of person to pressure you.  Besides - you could handle yourself if your instincts were completely off.  “I’d love that.”

“There’s just one thing - and I get it if it’s a deal-breaker - but the tower has a lot of hush-hush stuff in it.  Plus, you know, the Avengers all kind of want to keep their private lives private, so coming here needs you to sign an NDA,” he explained, sounding about as nervous as he had when you’d shown up to the restaurant.  “It’s standard and I can send it to you if you want a lawyer to look it over - and I get if you’re not comfortable, we can do something else…”

“No, it’s fine,” you laughed, interrupting him.  “Send it over.  I’m ex-special-ops, remember?  I get the need for Non-Disclosure Agreements.”

“Great,” Sam said with a sigh of relief.  “I’ll email it to you now.  If you read it over and change your mind, let me know.  We can go catch a game or something.”

The NDA had been fine in the end.  Nothing out of the ordinary, just a promise not to share sensitive information about the Avengers’ business or the private lives of the residents of the tower.  You signed it and sent it back, and the following Friday you arrived at the tower at six to meet with Sam.

You had to pass through security when you got to the tower and you were directed to an elevator and told to just get on and it would take you to the correct floor.

The doors opened to a large open area with an open kitchen, a large glass dining table, and several couches along one side of the room, each paired with a small table.  Behind them were frosted glass windows that seemed to lead into various offices.  There was a selection of art on the walls and sculptures scattered here and there, but your eyes were drawn to the people sitting on the couches by the window that looked out over the city.

You froze when you saw them.  It had been nerve-wracking first meeting Sam.  He wasn’t just famous for being Falcon of the Avengers, he was legendary in special ops, and the date Joaquín had set up seemed too good to be true.  You had needed to work up to it and practice not saying something dumb.  It was Sam’s nerves that set yours at ease.  Yet here was a whole group of Avengers you hadn’t been expecting to see at all.  Not just any Avengers either.  Most of them were big names.

Steve Rogers sat sandwiched between Bucky Barnes and a blond woman you didn’t recognize, while Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton were stretched out on the couch opposite them.

Not even when Steve Rogers stood quickly to greet you and the others slowly got up with him, could you make yourself unstuck from the floor.  “Hi!” Steve said, warmly approaching you.  “You must be Sam’s date.  He’s just stuck in a meeting that’s gone two hours over so far.  He asked that we keep you entertained.  He shouldn’t be much longer.”

You took his hand and shook it and he gestured to the chairs.  You managed to move, though you hadn’t said anything yet.  “This is Clint, Natasha, Sharon, and Bucky,” Steve said, indicating from right to left.

You nodded and introduced yourself and Clint moved over to make room beside him on the couch.

“Can I get you a drink?” Steve asked when everyone except him was sitting again.

“Oh god yes,” you said, looking around at what everyone else was nursing.  Clint and Steve both seemed to have beers, while Bucky had a glass with two fingers of whiskey in it.  Sharon had a glass of red wine and Natasha had a bright red cocktail in a champagne croup.  “A beer would be great.”

Steve grabbed one from the fridge and handed it to you as he took his seat between Sharon and Bucky again.  “Sorry that you had to meet the friends after only one date,” Sharon said.  “That’s a lot of pressure.”

“Could be worse.  Could be his sister grilling me about his intentions,” you joked.

“Oh god, that’d be the worst,” Clint said.  “But I guess at least Sarah’s nice. When I met this one’s sister, she tried to kill me.” 

“Harsh,” you said.  You laughed along with the lightness of the comment, but the way he made it sound, you had a feeling that it was a factual story and not a joke.  It was also your first sign that Clint and Natasha were a couple.  You wondered why they kept it a big secret from the public.

“I mean, to be fair, your brother has tried to kill all of us,” Natasha said.

“Yeah, but that’s just because he’s like that, not because he has beef with you guys specifically,” Clint argued.

“What about the rest of you?  Any other siblings trying to kill any of you?” you asked.

“No, I got on pretty well with Bucky’s sister when she was alive, and Sharon and I are only children,” Steve answered.

“He did date my great-aunt though, so that was a little weird,” Sharon answered.

Which meant that Sharon and Steve were a couple.  That was interesting because of the way Bucky was sitting so close, you had thought for a second that he and Steve were together.

Steve held up his hands.  “I didn’t know she was your aunt when I first asked you out.  And it’s not my fault that the Carter family tree has such amazing women on it.”

“Well, when you say things like that how am I supposed to resist you?” Sharon said and nudged him.

“I mean we all have eyes, it’s already pretty hard to resist him,” Clint teased.

“When have you been able to resist anyone, birdbrain?” Bucky said, raising his eyebrow.

Clint fell back laughing. “Wow.  I am definitely going to get you for that later.”

As you sipped your beer and listened to them banter you were surprised by how easy it was to get along with them.  They were funny and not pretentious and they seemed kind, even behind the sarcasm.  A trait that was not always easy to find in people.  The other thing that slowly dawned on you was that your initial assumption that two couples were sitting with you was wrong.  Sam’s friends were in a five-person polycule.  You weren’t sure if they were all dating each other or not, but there was definitely some crossing between them.

As you finished your beer, Sam arrived.  You stood as he approached and he kissed your cheek in greeting.  “Hey, sorry I was so late.  I hope they weren’t too annoying.”

“They were really lovely actually,” you said.  “Maybe I don’t want to go with you anymore.”

Sam put his hand over his heart. “I’m wounded.”

“That’s what you get for standing her up,” Clint teased. “We swoop in and steal her.” 

“I’m the only one who does any swooping here,” Sam countered as you hooked your arm around his.

“I’m ready when you are,” you said.  “It was really nice meeting you all.  Thank you for keeping me company.”

“Anytime,” Steve said.

“We should all get dinner together,” Natasha added.

“Hey now, lady,” Sam teased.  “Let’s see how this date goes before we start planning weddings.”

You waved goodbye to them as you followed Sam back into the elevator.  “Your friends are really nice,” you said as you stood beside him facing the door.

“Yeah, they’re good people,” Sam agreed.  “And they must have taken to you if they’re inviting you around for dinner.”

You laughed and nudged him with your shoulder.  “Hey, I am awesome.”

Sam looked at you with soft eyes and smiled.  “I’m starting to see that.”

You could feel your face heat up and you stared up at the numbers on the elevator watching them countdown.  The doors opened and you followed Sam to his apartment.  It was a clean space, but with the kind of clutter that you expect in a home that’s lived in.  He had a wine rack attached to the wall half filled with different bottles and a large glass bowl under it that held a ludicrous amount of corks.  There was both a CD and a record player in the hall with a huge stack of vinyls and CDs.  The walls were decorated with a mixture of photography and art and there were random sports trophies, model planes, jars filled with feathers, and loose golf balls and tees decorating the place.  You followed him into the kitchen and took a seat at the bench.

“I hope you like seafood,” he said.  “My folks had a fishing boat when I was growing up.  We still own it - but my sister runs it now.   You don’t grow up in New Orleans on a fishing boat without picking up a thing or two.  If I had more time I’d do a gumbo, but as you can see - “ he waved his hands around a little frantically as he went to the fridge. “I did pick up some fresh shrimp and halibut at the market this morning.   I thought I’d blacken the halibut, and do some cajun shrimp and rice.  What do you think?”

“I think a girl could get used to this,” you said, making Sam laugh.  “Can I help out at least?”

“Of course,” he said, getting a chopping board and the knife block and putting it in front of you.  “If you could cut up the vegetables, we’ll take it from there.”

You began to cut up the onion, garlic, peppers, and corn as Sam buzzed around the kitchen getting different things out and starting to prep the seafood.  “You okay with spice?” he asked.

“Oh yeah, go crazy,” you agreed.  “Make me regret being born.”

Sam burst into laughter and nudged you.  “That’s what I like to hear.  Steve is a complete pussy when it comes to spice.  The guy can lift a car full of people over his head but put pepper in his mashed potatoes and you’d think he was dying.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the mental image.  “Poor Steve - he grew up in the 20s.”

“And he’s Irish, don’t forget that,” he said.

“I would never,” you agreed.  “I mean, it’s pretty impressive how much he’s adapted to though.  All the tech, and changes in the way people think.  The guy’s polyamorous, you have to give him a little leeway on his baby palate.”

Sam looked over at you with his eyebrow raised. “You picked up on that, huh?”

“Well - I am an expert on reconnaissance,” you said.  “I’m good at noticing things.”

“How do you feel about that?” Sam asked.  The tone in his voice made you think this was important to him and that he wanted an honest answer and not for you to just go along with it out of politeness.

You shrugged.  “Love is love, right? I don’t think love should be just limited to two people.  As long as everyone is on the same page and consenting adults.  I think I’d even be open to it myself if I felt that strongly about more than one person.  Why limit yourself?  I think mostly I’m impressed he and Bucky were open to it given the time they’re from.  There must have been a lot of internal prejudices to get past to allow themselves to be open to that kind of love.”

Sam’s smile seemed to soften more as he gazed at you.   “You’d be open to it?”

“I mean - I’ve never tried it, but - yeah?  I think so.  I’ve thought about it in the past and how if someone brought it up with me or if I’d be open to falling in love with more than one person.  I don’t think I need it, but I’d be open to it,” you explained.

Sam made a relieved-sounding sigh and looked down at the fish he was preparing and then back at you.  “I’m really happy to hear that.  See I need to admit to something.  I wanted you to come here so you’d meet them.  The date we were set up on?  I had been turning it down for a long time.  You see Joaquín didn’t know that I’m already seeing someone.  Five someones.  I’m part of that group too.  But I had so much fun with you… if you’re open to it, we’d like to date you too.”

You looked at him with wide eyes.  “What?”

“I know it’s a lot to take in, and you don’t have to decide now.  I don’t even really know how it would work.  I guess we’d have to get together and discuss the details of that,” Sam said.  “All I know for sure is - I’ve felt the kind of instant connection we have before once.  And I’m now completely head over heels in love with that man.  I know for a fact that love can be shared between more than two people at a time.  That’s the lifestyle I’m part of.  It’d be a damn shame to miss out on that kind of love again because it’s not conventional.”

You shook your head like you were trying to clear it.  “I think I need a drink.”

Sam laughed softly.  “There should be white wine in the fridge.  There’s some beer for sure.  If you check the freezer there’s Vodka.

You went to the freezer and took out the vodka.  Sam pointed to a cabinet behind him where he kept his glasses.  “They’re all open to this?” you asked.

“They said they wanted to meet you,” he said.  “But we’re very much about grabbing happiness where we can find it.  A lot of us don’t get that very much.  Our jobs are isolating and dangerous.  We lose people we love.  Back before I met them I was seeing a guy and he died in a firefight.  I mean - I don’t have to tell you how dangerous our jobs are.  You’ve been there.  If they think that dating you will make me happy, they’re open to it.  But we do have a lot to think about.  I mean if you’re just happy to go along with whatever we suggest we don’t want to blow up what we already have.  And you’re not just going to go along with what we want.  You have to protect yourself too.” 

You poured yourself a shot and downed it. “Okay -” you said shaking yourself off.  “This is a lot to think about.”

“I know,” he said, pausing what he was doing with his skillet and looking at you.  “Look, maybe what works for us is just you and me dating, while you’re aware that I’m with other people.  That will mean you have to realize my time will be limited.  But - whatever works, works right?  Just - think about it.  What do you want?  What are you willing to try?  What are straight-up no deals for you?  I guess, just remember - we have to be secretive.  The public wouldn’t like the idea of Captain America being bisexual and polyamorous.  Other than that - you’ll be the new person in an established group.  It won’t always be easy to be in that position.  But - you have to admit - we had a connection.” 

You let out a breath and poured yourself another drink.  “This is a lot.  I mean - we haven’t even kissed.”

Sam smirked.  “I can change that,” he said.

You looked at him and took a step forward.  He took your hand and pulled you towards him.  When your body was pressed against his you, he leaned in.  You bridged the difference bringing your lips to his.  His lips were soft and he grazed them over yours.  You had read about the spark people felt when they kissed someone before, but you’d never felt it before.  Not until now.  As you kissed Sam Wilson it felt like a current ran through you, setting every one of your nerve endings alight.  He was smiling when he pulled back and your mouth chased his for just a moment.

“How about this,” he said, caressing your jaw with your thumb.  “Let’s have a nice dinner together.  We can see how we fit.  You can go home tonight and think about it.  Call me when you know what you want to do.”

You nodded and let out a breath.  “Yeah.  I think that is a good idea,” you agreed.

He pecked your lips again and went back to cooking.  There was definitely a spark between you.  It was a connection you hadn’t felt with anyone in a long time.  The question was; could you handle any of this?

// NEXT

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[wizwon]

THE DREAMWALKER part 1 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ pjs x reader

GENRE! fantasy

WORDCOUNT! 0.896k words

PAIRINGS! dreamwalker!jay x reader

WARNINGS! none- i think. not proofread. lmk if there's any T^T

NOTE! i also used a prompt generator for this one lmao

Growing up, there was a knock on the door every year at midnight on your birthday. With everyone sound asleep, you would always go and check who's there, only to be met with nothing. On your 20th birthday, the knock happens as usual, but this time someone is standing in front of you. It is the handsome man from your nightmare last night—a person who wielded powerful magic and saved you from a dark being during your dream. You hope that your dream was not a premonition.

You open the door to find the handsome man from your nightmare standing right in front of your eyes. He looks just as you remember him — powerful and mysterious, with a calm and confident demeanor. You're not sure how to react to the man in your doorway, but you're certainly surprised and intrigued.

"I've come to warn you," the stranger says, his voice a melodic baritone. "I know that you saw me in your dreams last night, and I'm here to tell you that it was no ordinary dream, but a premonition of things to come."

"I can sense the potent magic from the nightmare you endured", the mysterious man continues. "It was a warning, meant to prepare you for the difficult journey that lies ahead. And I have come to help you face this challenge."

As he tells you this, you feel both intrigued and scared. You're intrigued by the power and mystery surrounding this new man, but you're also scared of what might be coming.

"Will you seek my help in facing this threat?" the man asks. "Or will you continue to walk this path alone?"

"what's your name"

"My name is Jay," the mysterious man said. "But you may refer to me as the Dreamwalker."

You were unsure of what to make of this information, but you couldn't help but feel a bit intrigued by Jay's name and title. The Dreamwalker... it sounded like something out of a fairytale.

"What do you mean, my dream was no ordinary dream?" you asked, trying to gather yourself. "What was it, then?"

"The spirit world and the physical world are separated by a thin veil of reality," Jay explained. "And from time to time, there are tears in that veil, allowing passage between the two worlds."

You nodded, trying to take in what he was saying.

"And how does this relate to my dream?" you asked.

"Dreams exist on the other side of that veil," the Dreamwalker continued. "When you sleep, your mind taps into the spiritual realms and brings back images of what is happening there. And last night, you saw a vision of a danger to come."

You listened intently as Jay explained the connection between your dream and the spirit world, feeling a deep sense of chills throughout your body. Could he be right? Had your dream really been a vision of things to come?

"What kind of danger was it?" you asked, your voice quivering slightly.

Jay was silent for a moment, his eyes scanning you with curiosity.

"A creature with dangerous magic," he said finally. "A being of great power and darkness, intent on causing harm."

You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up. A magical creature with dangerous powers... it sounded like something straight out of a fantasy story. And yet you couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety creeping in. Maybe Jay was right...

"It's... it's not coming for me, is it?" you asked, your voice trembling.

Jay looked at you with a somber exprssion.

"Unfortunately, it is," he said gently. "You have been chosen for a special purpose, and your life is in danger now."

You felt your breath escape your lips in a sharp gasp of fear, and you could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your life was in danger? You couldn't believe it. Why you? What was so special about you that a magical creature with dangerous powers wanted you out of the way?

"I... I d-don't understand," you stuttered out. "Why is this happening to me?"

Jay looked at you with sympathy in his eyes.

"I can't answer that," he replied. "But you must be brave, and you must be prepared."

Your mind swirled with questions and fears, yet you knew that you had to listen to the Dreamwalker's advice. If your life was really in danger, then you had to do whatever it took to protect yourself.

"How... how can I be prepared?" you asked, your voice still trembling. "I need to know more!"

Jay thought for a moment, then spoke softly.

"The one who wields magic has great power," he said. "And if you're going to fight this dangerous being, you'll need to harness the magic within yourself."

You felt your heart sink at his words, knowing how risky it would be to venture into the world of magic and try to face the powerful being that Jay had warned you about. Yet you also felt excited at the thought of exploring the world of magic and discovering your true potential.

"How do I do that?" you asked, trying to sound brave despite your inner fears. "How do I become a mage?"

Before Jay could respond, you heard a loud knock at the door. Was it someone else sent to warn you about the dangers to come?

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[oh-ranpo]

☾ – pairing: edogawa ranpo x reader ☾ – summary: ranpo loves to share his deepest thoughts with you while you sleep.

Ranpo always says the sweetest things when he thinks that you’re asleep. 

It’s not that he’s entirely opposed to saying these things when you’re awake, but it’s much less overwhelming.

You already make his heart beat in ways that he doesn’t understand.

So, having you gaze at him with those eyes full of love and affection makes him more than a little nervous.

He’s great at almost everything, but your entire presence throws him for a loop.

In the best way.

With your body resting on top of his, your head on his chest and his hand in your hair, this is where Ranpo spills his deepest confessions.

The second your breathing has evened out, he’s whispering to you, feeling that coil in his stomach growing as he voices the deepest thoughts of his heart. 

The cockiness and pride flies right out the window when he’s speaking to your sleeping form.

Normally, he’s always praising himself and setting himself up to be the hero, but for the first time, there is now someone he doesn’t mind sharing the spotlight with.

“You were amazing at the crime scene today. Way more helpful than Dazai usually is.”

He absolutely loves working with you and requests you as his partner for every case.

“I think better when you’re around,” he had justified but you always knew he could get along without you.

But why would he when he doesn’t have to?

He accentuates every one of his compliments with either a soft kiss to your temple or the top of your head. 

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” he mumbles sadly sometimes.

It’s not that he thinks you’re going anywhere.

But he realizes the dangers of the job and the precarious situations the ADA often finds themselves in.

And he can still vividly remember the time before you were in his life and how lonely that was.

Even if he hadn’t truly understood how lonely he really was until you came along.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.”

This is often said after a particularly rough week. 

Usually by the end of any given day, Ranpo is tired of being around other people and just wants to be left alone.

But he always looks forward to coming home to you.

“I can’t wait to see you in the outfit you picked out for the event next week. Yosano says it’s amazing. But you look amazing in everything.”

Loves showing you off at events, and brags about you when you get home later that night.

“Dazai was drooling all over you tonight. Can’t blame him though. It really was hard to focus on anything else but you.”

Little does he know that most of his words are heard by you. 

In fact, it quickly becomes your favorite part of the day.

You weren’t sure how long he had been doing it, but one night you were in and out of sleep and heard him talking to himself.

You soon realized that he was talking to you.

Only he didn’t expect you to respond.

“You looked so pretty setting up the meeting at work today. I know that sounds crazy, but you make ordinary tasks look so enticing that I almost want to do them too.”

The second part of the statement was a little ridiculous but it made your heart squeeze in your chest because you knew what he was meaning to say.

He was the smartest guy you knew who didn’t know how to properly articulate his thoughts.

The feeling of his fingertips against your scalp made staying awake to listen to the other things he had to say so much harder, but you always managed.

“Who would have ever thought that I could fall in love? It’s crazy really. Wouldn’t believe it myself if it wasn’t for the way my stomach and heart feel when you’re around. Not even all the sugar in the world could compare.”

You wanted to kiss him so bad and assure him that the feeling was mutual but you didn’t want to startle him. 

You also didn’t want to interrupt his private moment.

Even though the words were meant for you, they weren’t meant to be heard in this context. 

If he didn’t want to say them out loud to you when he knew you were listening yet, you could wait.

You had no problems voicing your feelings to him while you were both awake. 

And if it took him some time to build up the courage to say them to you, that was okay.

“It’s a little insane but… I think I could marry you one day.”

Ignoring that one was the hardest. 

Keeping your breathing and your heart rate from skyrocketing was downright impossible, and so you had to fake a a small shift in movement - just enough to pass off as something you would do in your sleep - to keep your cover from being blown.

The next day you were extra affectionate, and while he wasn’t entirely sure why, he didn’t find himself in a position to complain either. 

“I would do anything for you.”

Ranpo’s selfishness dissipated in your presence and that’s how he knew it was the real deal. 

“All’s well that’s well for me” had suddenly become “All’s well if you’re with me” and he didn’t even think twice about it. 

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[gyuletters]

౨ৎ cottage life. (beomgyu)

♡ pairing: beomgyu x gn! reader.

♡ summary: you and beomgyu are spending days off in a cottage house.

♡ genre: fluffly.

♡ warnings: none.

♡ song rec: restless by bibi.

♡ note: english isn’t my first language. so excuse any mistakes. <3

beomgyu’s bare back facing the sun, looking like it just have been poured in honey. flushy cheeks, strawberry looking lips, all the light directly on him. 

i could run my fingers through each part of his body and never get tired of the feeling. time stops with him and the world goes silence for a second.

me and beomgyu happened to have a time off at the same week. we needed time alone for ourselves, without a caotic city or job. a time for only our love to bloom.

beomgyu uncles have this perfect cottage house in some far away place in south korea and we have it all for us for more 2 days. 

our rotine this week has been pretty much the same everyday: wake up, i cook some pancakes while beomgyu is in charge of making coffee, some outside activities, shower, i make lunch while he plays some music in his guitar, lay down and do nothing but feel the presence of each other, *try* to make dinner together, watch some movie and sleep. 

we are now getting sun bathed, layed over a matress in the grass, listening to music while eating a fresh home-cooked cake made by me. i can’t help but look at beomgyu.

“i can feel your eyes on me even with my eyes closed. are you that much in love with me?” - beomgyu says while smiling.

“you are so full of yourself, aren’t you?” - i answer laughing at him.

he opens his brown eyes and i can feel all the air getting stucked in my lungs. i swear i could die right now and would be so happy.

“SEE?! YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN! EVEN WHEN MY EYES ARE OPEN!”

“omg, beomgyu! can’t i just admire my lovely boyfriend without getting shy about it?” - i look at the sky and start to pout jokingly

“you think i’m lovely?” - he comes closer, almost touching my ear with his lips. i just know that he’s doing that teasing smile while raising his eyebrows up and down.

“if i didn’t, i dont’t think i would be so in love with you, right?” - i answer teasing him back.

now is his time to get flustered. sometimes i forget beomgyu uses his sense of humor to hide his embarrassment.

“not so talkative right now, are we?”

i felt like i won a fight for the first time, until beomgyu kisses me. it isn’t a ordinary kiss. it’s the type of one that says i’m his even without those exact words need to be spoken.

“not so talkative right now, are we?” - he says mocking me, after pulling our lips apart.

i could spend all my days like this, just getting more and more enamored with him. if spend the rest of my life with beomgyu means losing every fight, then i’m complety fine with it. 

i can lose every single fight, just to feel his strawberry lips on mine.

♡ a/n: i’ve been with scenario at the back of my head for while. i just didn’t knew how to write it properly, that’s why it took a while. i really hope you liked it! it was so much fun to write. and always remember: ILYSM!💗

© gyuletters, 2023.

do not repost it.

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[annahxredaxted]

(My first Ao3 post!!! )

Milo/Sweetheart read here on Ao3!

Taglist

@itsdaifuku @darlin-collins @youisagayhooman @verrverii @shellssstuff

Wc: 817

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Oh milo the way you make them feel. The way they wish the could describe to you. Even if you would try to he wouldn’t even be able to fathom the possible feelings. He would struggle to grasp the depth of your love for him.

The way he hummed his favorite billy Joel songs, how he sang only the lines he knew and then went back to humming after realizing he didn’t know the full song. The way he swayed his hips and tapped his foot to the rythem of the music.

And all the little things. Like remember you only liked the crunchy grapes, or that you hated doing laundry, but loved to do the dishes. Or how you couldn’t necessarily sit still for a full film, so he would listen to your random tangents with l ove and admiration deep in his irises.

The way he would make sure you were comfortable at all times, remind you that he’d loved you more than life it’s fucking self. How during an argument he would still remind you he loved you— that he wasn’t mad at you but at your actions.

And he wanted to make sure that you felt loved and admired constantly. Day and night till there way no doubting his undying love for you.

“Sweetheart? Hey baby what’s wrong?” Milo question, looking at you as he set the chives down to look at you.

You looked at him, a fake smile creeping it’s way up your pretty face.

“Wrong? Nothings wrong I’m okay. Don’t worry about me.” You brushed it off trying to act normal but the pounding thoughts of worthlessness beat you down.

Milo scoffed.

“Yeah okay.” He rolled his eyes. Milo dusted his hands off on his apron and padded over to your tired self.

Taking your chin into his hands in order to raise your face to look him in the eye. He investigated your facial expressions. Checking if something— anything seemed out of the ordinary, observing every mole, or freckle that kissed your smooth skin.

As he did so he pulled you closer for a hug. He held you tight not letting you go. He knew. He always knows.

Why you thought you could hide it from him? That’s one thing He’ll never know nor understand.

Milo rose his lips to be next to your ear. Opening his mouth to speak as his warm breath made you shiver.

“What happened sweetheart?” He whispered, taking his palm to the back of your head laying it on his bare shoulder

you stuttered, not being able to find the words. As if your breath was stuck deep in your throat. But he knew this trait of you as well. Whenever you got upset you found it difficult to talk.

He slowed you down. Taking a few deep breaths, beckoning for you to copy him.

Before you could take a breather you started tearing up. A hard day at work really took a toll on your mental being. You felt like absolute shit.

Today was exceptionally difficult. You spilt coffee everywhere, people yelled at you all day, traffic was nuts, and everyone at work with the exclusion of a few good people always told you how a young person like yourself wasn’t cut out for the job. “Leave it to the professionals”

It fucking sucked even more when you’d feel like a burden trying to express your feelings to the one you should be 100% open with. And you are! For the most part the stuff you don’t tell him is minor details.

A soft sob escaped your lips. You dropped your work bag beside your feet. Hugging milo tighter now that you had 2 free hands.

He noticed your change in gesture.

“Oh sweetheart..” he muttered, picking you up to take you over to the couch.

Milo sat down with you. Held you. Comforted you. Spoke softly and gently. But you still felt so horrible that he even had to do that for you.

“I— I’m sorry.” You said, pulling your jacket sleeve over your palm to wipe off stray tears.

Milo gasped. Looking at you in awe before talking again.

“Sweetheart no. Of course not, don’t be sorry. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for baby.” He stroked your cheek, saddened at the apology

“Yeah I do,” you scoffed, sitting up straight “,first I interrupted you making dinner, than I rant about shit you don’t even know about and and- I’m just sorry okay.”

Milo hugged them yet again.

“It’s okay sweetheart. I’ll always be here if you need me. And if sometime I need you I know I’ve got you in my corner. Just don’t ever apologize. It ain’t worth the breath.” He said sappily

You smiled at him, teary eyed and a mess. But he didn’t care. He loved you. And you loved him. And that’s all that mattered.

#redacted asmr #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart

[wanderinginksplot]

Gar Cyare Chapter Ten

Surprise! It's another chapter of the Alpha-17 x fem!reader fic!

Word Count: 5,400

Warnings: minor angst, distrust, Alpha being impatient, minor suspense, cosmic horror (but only kinda)

If it helps, I definitely did listen to this* creepy space ambiance while I wrote this chapter. Just so you know what kind of vibes we're working with!

(* - leads to a YouTube video: "Dark Space Ambient" by JediMaster)

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Be'chaaj (Away)

“Do you remember what I told you?” Alpha asked, voice intense as he resecured the comlink around your wrist.

You paused, frowning. Alpha had told you a lot of things over the past week and you were fairly sure you remembered most of them, but your nod was hesitant.

“You’re osik at lying,” Alpha said, the sound of his displeasure rumbling around your bedroom like the thunder of an approaching storm.

“I’m not lying, just…” You trailed off, sighing. “I hate that you have to do this.”

Alpha’s face softened slightly, the fierce expression he was wearing easing into something resembling fondness. “I don’t like it either, neverd’ika. But this is part of my contract with the kaminii. If I don’t accept a mission every six months, they’ll take my instructor status. That would mean I’d be out in the field full-time, and then what would you do?”

“Sneak aboard your transport,” you teased. 

Alpha rolled his eyes, but there was a smile playing around his mouth. “If you could avoid getting caught by a whole transport full of troopers, the Republic would be better off with you in their place. But I would rather have you safe here where I don’t have to worry.”

“But I’ll be worried,” you told him, trying not to pout. “Just… be careful, please.”

“I will,” he promised, tapping the face of your comlink. “Remember, we can use these to keep in touch.”

“And you’re sure no one will be able to pick up the communications?” you asked. “The Kaminoans are being extra careful and the Republic is monitoring everything. The chance that someone will be able to access our conversation is higher than ever.”

“You worry too much,” Alpha told you and you couldn’t fight your answering laugh. Alpha worried more than anyone you had ever met. He wasn’t offended, though. In fact, he gave you a mischievous look. “Unless you’re planning on sending me something you don’t want anyone else seeing?”

You shook your head, grinning. Alpha was the ultimate soldier and you privately believed him to be the best trooper in the entire GAR, but sometimes, he was such an ordinary man that it made your heart hurt.

The two of you had a good sex life - a great one, if you were being fully honest. Certainly better than you had experienced with previous lovers. But sending dirty messages and images was a little further than you typically went. Not that you especially objected to the idea, but there wasn’t much need for it when you and Alpha lived on the same planet.

“Nothing like that!” you replied, sounding overly defensive even to yourself. Your smile faded as you thought about your real reasons. “If there really is an information leak, we still haven’t been able to find it. It’s unlikely, but possible that the Separatists have found a way to intercept and decode private transmissions. If that’s the case, anything we say could be accessed and used to hurt you.”

“Or you,” Alpha added, looking just as solemn.

“Or me,” you agreed, “though I’m not the one who’s on his way to a mission out in the galaxy.”

“It’s not ‘out in the galaxy’, neverd’ika,” Alpha disagreed, sounding amused and exasperated. “I’m investigating an unusual object. I’ll be a few hours from Kamino, less than a day’s travel. That’s the reason they assigned me: I’m the closest one.”

“And you’ll still have that team with you, right?” you asked, knowing he had answered the question before, but unable to keep from requesting reassurance.

“Of course,” Alpha confirmed, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly a moment later. “Karkin’ commandos. Just my luck. Good thing this is a short mission. Much more than a week with any of ‘em and I’d be court-martialed for friendly fire.”

You nodded, giving a perfunctory smile at his joke as you toyed with the comlink. Alpha stilled your fingers, sliding down until he was cradling your hands in his own. “I want to hear from you every day.”

“But- what if it’s not safe..?” Your voice was quiet, and you hated the uncertainty in it. Alpha didn’t need you to doubt everything he told you. He needed you to be strong. You lifted your chin, forcing a smile as you met his eyes. “Never mind. If you say it’s safe, it’s safe. I trust you, Alpha.”

Alpha frowned at that - the opposite of what you had wanted. “Good, but I don’t want blind faith. You’re clever and you think for yourself. You always have. If you want an explanation, all you have to do is ask for one. Hell, I’ll give you one anyway.”

With a gentle tug, Alpha directed you over to the bed. When you had sat down on the edge of it, he knelt in front of you. The height difference meant you were almost eye-level with him as he said, “I know a trooper named Ordo. He’s good with comms. Probably the best I’ve ever known, but I’d never tell him that. I asked him to modify our comlinks, give them a private connection that can’t be accessed by anyone else.”

“That’s impossible,” you told him, the rote response springing from you before you could bite it back. But you had worked for the Senate for a long time. There was no such thing as a truly private comm channel.

“Exactly what he told me,” Alpha confirmed with a nod. “But he did make it very difficult to access. By his estimate, it would take a dedicated slicer almost a week of continuous work to have access to the conversations. I want to hear from you, but we won’t be in contact that often. All the encryption does is buy time until I can get back here. Does that make you feel any better?”

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face when he started pressing kisses to each of your knuckles. “I’ll miss you, little one.”

“I’ll miss you more,” you assured him, trying to pull him closer.

“Impossible,” he decreed, letting you move him until you could give him a deep kiss. You tried to pour your feelings for him into it. You may have done too good a job - when you pulled away, you were both breathing heavy and Alpha’s eyes were dark. If you had more time, there was a good chance it would have continued into something more.

“I’ll be back before you know it, neverd’ika,” he promised, standing.

You stood, too, wrapping him the tightest hug you could manage. He squeezed you for a second, pushing the breath from your lungs with even that casual show of strength. 

And then he was gone.

After Alpha left Kamino - boarding a ship with a group of commandos who worked under the name Omega Squad - you threw yourself into work. You were still on temporary assignment with General Ti and Commander Colt, working to track down the source of the information leak. There had been no real breakthroughs, though, and you were losing any hope of finding the leak.

But that didn’t mean you were working any less hard. You had gone through all of the bounty hunters during the first week and caught no signs of suspicious behavior on the holocams. General Ti hadn’t sensed anything from the Force about anyone in particular, though she warned that it was an inexact method. If the person wasn’t planning to betray the Republic or didn’t see their actions as a betrayal, she had explained, there wouldn’t be any sign of guilt in their Force signature.

Commander Colt had been skeptical of her findings, but had reluctantly admitted that he hadn’t caught any suspicious responses from the bounty hunters, either.

Since then, you had moved on to other potential sources of information. In particular, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Alpha’s half-asleep suggestion that information wasn’t passing through Kamino’s communications system at all. You had brought that potential up to General Ti and Commander Colt, knowing that they would give Alpha’s opinion the weight it deserved. They had suggested that you move on to studying arrivals and departures from Kamino. 

At first, you had been ecstatic, certain that the new direction would give the answers you hadn’t found from the bounty hunters. But you were several days into studying the logs and there were no obvious sources.

You heaved a deep sigh, staring down at the list of ships that had docked at Kamino’s ports. It was an incredibly short list, made shorter by removing the vessels you had already researched. 

“Cheer up, kid,” Commander Colt urged you. “We’ll find it eventually.”

You eyed him, tempted to remind him that you were certainly older than him, but refrained. Things like that only seemed to cause arguments with the troopers.

“Do we really have that kind of time?” you asked instead. “If information is being leaked from Kamino, we need to find the source as soon as possible.”

“I did not ask for your help so you could attempt to carry the burden yourself,” General Ti said serenely. “You must remember that our attempts can only be considered failures if we lose hope of finding what we seek.”

You squinted at her, but respect kept you from replying. It did amuse you to see that Commander Colt looked just as unconvinced by her reasoning as you did. It was probably a sign of the differences in philosophy between the Jedi and the rest of the galaxy. The Jedi were trained to consider their own response to their surroundings. That was a healthy way to live, but neither you nor Commander Colt hadn’t been given that opportunity. In the majority of the galaxy, you were expected to produce results. 

“What do we do, then?” you asked.

“We continue our list,” General Ti told you, as though it had been the most obvious answer. Perhaps it had been. “If we have found nothing when we are finished, we will consider a new angle. There is little point in giving in halfway through an investigation.”

“That’s true,” you admitted, rubbing your eyes. 

“I’m gonna get some caf,” Commander Colt announced, ignoring the fact that you had started only an hour before and it was extremely early for a break. He stood from the small table and gave you a firm look. “I’ll bring one back for you.”

“Excellent idea, Commander,” General Ti praised. “Meanwhile, I am going to meditate on this matter. We shall resume our investigation in half an hour.”

You nodded silently, but they were already moving - Commander Colt in the direction of the nearest caf station and General Ti for… somewhere she could meditate. No matter how much time you spent around Jedi, you had a feeling that you would never fully understand them.

Left alone in the empty room, you sighed again and studied the list. You had analyzed and notated it days ago. The names that had been crossed out were cleared of suspicion. The ones with check marks were military vessels. That didn’t mean they were automatically innocent, but it meant that tracking down their crew members would be much easier. 

The few non-military ships mostly belonged to food and clothing vendors, a company that helped maintain the wave attenuators that generated Kamino’s power, and a handful of powerful people who had been invited to visit Kamino as part of a publicity campaign. Apparently, Dranulo’s actions in bribing Brid into having you removed from the report had echoed much further than Kamino was comfortable with. They were trying to correct their image. Unfortunately, that may have opened them up to an information breach.

You were so absorbed in calculating all the permutations of potential leaks that you didn’t pay much attention to the door opening. It was rather soon for Commander Colt to have returned with caf. The nearest station was still a considerable walk from the makeshift conference room. He would have needed to sprint to be back this soon.

And you didn’t smell caf at all.

That was enough to make you glance up, suspicion growing in your chest. Your wariness was immediately justified when your gaze locked with that of Doni Pender.

You were standing before you could remember having moved. Dimly, you recognized that your training was starting to improve your reflexes, but most of your brain was caught in a surge of adrenaline.

Pender’s eyes widened and he took a half-step back. He held his hands up, palms up to show you that he didn’t intend any harm, but you didn’t relax in the slightest. 

“If you do anything suspicious, I’ll show you everything I’ve learned in the last few weeks,” you warned, somewhat nonsensically. He didn’t know you had been taking lessons in self-defense with Zackra Trem. He also didn’t know that, unlike the last interaction you had with him, you could now both take and throw a punch. But if he pushed you, you promised yourself, he would find out. 

“Wait, I’m just here to talk,” Pender said quickly, voice pleading. “I need your help.”

“What are we supposed to be looking for?” Fi asked. 

Alpha heaved a sigh. He could answer the man, but chances were that it wouldn’t be anything close to professional. Fi was flippant to the point of irresponsibility, something that could end up being a danger to the entire squad and Alpha himself if the mission turned into a combat situation

Fortunately, the leader of Omega Squad responded before Alpha could be too tempted to reply. “An unusual object, Fi.”

Niner was a good man. Alpha heartily approved of him… though he wouldn’t tell him so. That wasn’t the kind of thing you told a trooper, at least not until you had given him a chance to prove you wrong. But Niner was the kind of man Alpha would describe as ‘steady’, someone he could trust to have his back if things went south. 

“Don’t you ever pay attention to the briefings?” Atin asked. “It’s been in every one we’ve gotten so far.”

Atin was serious and sharp. Alpha didn’t know for sure what had given him the scar that ran down his face - even if he could guess, having read that the man had been trained by Sergeant Walon Vau - but it was the kind of thing that gave a man some serious edges.

Fi snorted. “You call those briefings? I learn more from listening to civvie news networks.”

Darman, the final member of Omega Squad, shrugged. “Republic intel, Fi. What do you expect?”

Darman was one of the quietest troopers Alpha had ever come across. Normally, troopers in groups were exuberant, verging on obnoxious. Darman, on the other hand, was calm to the point of introspective. He hadn’t said more than a few words since Alpha had stepped onto the ship. Some may have been tempted to call him easy-going, but Alpha had a suspicion that the trooper’s mind was always churning. What was that old civvie phrase about still waters?

Alpha cracked his knuckles, leaning forward to peer out of the ship’s viewport. “According to the intel, we should be approaching the object now.”

“Intel says here?” Fi checked, already grinning in appreciation of his own wit. “Then where are we gonna start looking?”

Alpha fixed him with an unamused stare. “Find somewhere else to be or we’ll check the pressure regulation on that fancy armor of yours.”

Seriously, what kind of squad special-ordered black Katarn armor?

“Fi, take a walk,” Niner ordered, jerking a thumb to the back of the ship. There wasn’t enough space to get him fully out of earshot, but it was a start. 

Alpha flicked the switch that activated the ship’s high-powered radar. Maybe Omega Squad had the time to joke around and perform a leisurely search to complete the mission, but Alpha had places to be and someone to get back to.

And that wasn’t to mention that he had been fighting off a gnawing sense that something was coming. That something was wrong. 

He pulled his mind back to the task at hand, studying the radar screen with a ferocity spurred on by thoughts of how much he despised leaving you alone on Kamino. Unfortunately, the radar didn’t prove as easy to influence as a sentient being. Alpha was met with a stubborn blankness that was even less helpful than the blankness of the star-studded galaxy stretching out in front of the ship’s nose.

With an unintelligible growl, he glanced sideways at Niner. “Is Fi your tech specialist?”

“No, that would be Atin,” came the welcome answer, followed by a summoning, “Atin.”

Atin appeared just beside Alpha’s chair. “Captain?”

“Can you boost the power of this radar system?” Alpha asked.

After a moment’s hesitation, Atin said, “Do you mean the range?”

“No, I mean the power,” Alpha told him impatiently. Kriff sake, if he had meant the range, he would have said the range. “I want to see if anything nearby is suspicious.”

“That’s not… not really something a radar is capable of doing,” Atin denied. “But I can program the computer to give more detailed information about the intercepted pulses.”

“Good enough,” Alpha confirmed with a nod, watching Atin make the correct adjustments. In another life, he would have made a good ARC trooper. Alpha decided against telling Atin that. More likely than not, it would only offend the man. 

ARCs and commandos had an interesting relationship. Commandos - the early ones, at least - were trained by the Cuy’val Dar, many of whom had personal or business connections with Jango Fett. Many were Mandalorians, most were bounty hunters, and all were fierce. There were some who emphasized survival and brotherhood, like Kal Skirata, while others favored training styles that were more vicious. 

But all commandos, regardless of who had trained them, were uneasy around ARCs. 

Alpha’s personal theory was that their discomfort came from a lack of understanding. Commandos were born into their role. They had been designated for special training and assignments from the first stages of their planning. The kaminii altered genes, everyone knew that, but commandos had a different type of genes than normal troopers. 

ARCs were exactly the opposite of commandos. They were special because of what they did, not the specifics of their design. Ordinary men placed in extraordinary circumstances who thought or performed so far above their specifications that the Republic designated them as being capable of more.

Of course, commandos were the most uneasy around the Alpha ARCs. Alpha and his brothers had been trained by Jango himself, and Fett had been harsher on them than the worst member of the Cuy’val Dar. The Alpha ARCs had been trained to place the mission before anything else. It was more important than civilian casualties - hell, more than any casualties, even the men themselves. The mission came first, always. Anything less was a failure, and Fett didn’t tolerate failure. More than once, Alpha’s black and white decision-making had alienated the commandos, the Jedi, and Cuy’val Dar alike.

So, no, Alpha didn’t plan on telling Atin that he would have made a good ARC.

The radar was adjusted in short order and Alpha applied his focus to interpreting the tangled mass of results that flooded his screen. After only a moment, he glanced over at Atin, stabbing a finger at the screen. “What is this?”

Atin apparently had zero faith in Alpha’s ability to understand basic tech codes and specs, since he began an explanation of the general information. “Every section is broken down into the same pattern: distance, hardness, materials, and-”

“I know that, trooper,” Alpha bit out impatiently. He tapped his finger on the same spot in the wall of text. “But this in particular. It’s saying the radar intercepted a close, non-organic structure. It’s solid and metallic, but the only thing I see out here are asteroids.”

Abruptly, the cockpit was much more crowded. Darman stood between Niner’s chair and Atin, with Fi craning his neck in an attempt to see over both of them. 

“Where does the scan say that information was picked up, captain?” Niner asked.

When Alpha had rattled off the coordinates, Niner oriented the ship so that they were looking directly at the place in question. Clones weren’t psychic, but Alpha was willing to bet that they were all thinking the same thing: the only thing at those coordinates was a single asteroid, slowly rotating as they watched.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a lone asteroid,” Fi said. To his own shock, Alpha agreed with the statement. 

“It’s not,” Darman said suddenly, pointing past it. There was an asteroid field to the right ship’s viewport. The field was nearby, not close enough for the suspicious asteroid to belong to it. “It looks like it may have started as part of that.”

“Looks like there’s a ship on it,” Niner warned. Alpha eyed the asteroid even closer and found that the sergeant was correct. A ship was just rotating into view, a noticeable spot even on the medium-sized asteroid. “I’m not finding any signs of life onboard.”

“Should we try to hail it?” Fi asked.

“Don’t bother,” Atin told him. “Look at it. It’s an older ship and not in good repair. If there was anyone onboard when it landed, they’re dead now. We should just tell the GAR that it was a false alarm.”

Alpha agreed with Atin’s factual statement, but not his conclusion. “We’re getting a closer look.”

There was a groan from behind him that Alpha was willing to bet had come from Fi, but he ignored it. Something strange was going on, and he wasn’t stupid enough to assume everything was safe. Not when there was so much at stake.

When the ship was close enough to study the abandoned vessel, Alpha admitted to himself that Atin had been right about the lack of need to hail it. At least one of the transparisteel windows was broken, and there was a large hole in the side of the ship besides. Nothing in there was alive. By any GAR or Republic standard, they could consider their mission complete and Alpha could return to Kamino.

“Suit up, men,” he ordered tersely, using the co-pilot’s controls to land their ship beside the mysterious one. “We’re going in.”

There was a moment’s pause after the order. One of Omega Squad - Darman, Alpha was fairly sure - asked, “We’re… going to explore the abandoned ship, sir?”

“Yes.”

After delivering his single-word answer, Alpha pushed through them all to get to his own pressure- and atmospheric-regulating gear. He had no interest in waiting for them to figure out that he was serious; he was on a schedule.

The inside of the craft was just as abandoned as it had seemed from the outside. There was little dust in the vacuum of space, but Alpha could imagine the way grime would have built up on every surface if it had been somewhere planet-side. The cracked windows made even the interior feel raw, fully exposed to the uncaring void of the universe yawning just beyond the transparisteel.

They weren’t close enough to the nearest sun to get much light - and the asteroid was rotating too quickly for to estimate when that light would hit - so the troopers relied on their helmet lamps to see the ship’s interior. The beams cut through the gloom as best they could, but even five pairs could only do so much. Every man was limited to the space where his helmet was pointed.

“What exactly are we looking for?” Niner asked.

“Anything suspicious,” Alpha told him, plucking a length of cord from where it was drifting through the space in front of him. With neat, efficient motions, he wrapped it into a tight roll and stowed it on his belt. There was no use leaving perfectly good materials behind.

“This whole place is suspicious,” Atin muttered, though Alpha could still hear him clearly through the HUD’s communications channel. 

“Then find something that proves it’s an abandoned vessel and we can leave,” he replied.

Darman paused halfway through the process of inspecting the fogged-over control panel in the cockpit. “What exactly would that look like?”

“A body,” Alpha said. The silence that stretched through the comm channel was tense.

A scrap of flimsi was tucked haphazardly into a crevice between two of the jump seats and Alpha worked it free with careful fingers. When he spread it out, he frowned. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up, men. I just found a bill of sale for this ship.”

“Is there a date on it?” Niner asked. 

Alpha studied the flimsi more closely, scanning through the standard details to find what he was looking for. “About six months ago.”

When he looked up, all four members of Omega Squad were staring back at him, the blue tint of their visors showing him exactly where they were despite the black armor. He folded the paper and tucked it securely into a pouch on his belt. “Anyone up for a trip to the next level down?”

They weren’t enthused by it, but Omega dutifully tromped down the steep stairs behind him, struggling much less with the narrow stairwell than Alpha did. When they reached the bottom, Alpha found a sealed door blocking their way. 

He reported the finding through the inter-HUD channel and was met by unexpected excitement from Darman. “I can blast the door! I have some detonator tape in my kit-”

“No,” Alpha refused crankily. Switching places with a commando on an already cramped stairwell didn’t rank high on his list of enjoyable activities. 

“What are you gonna do, then-” Fi started to ask, voice full of scarcely hidden mocking.

Alpha balanced his weight on his back foot, leaned into it, and kicked the door with the other. The thin layer of durasteel bent noticeably under the blow and a single strike from his shoulder took it off completely. He was too old, too mature, and too highly ranked to throw a mocking reply back at Fi, but Alpha did allow himself to toss a single look over his shoulder.

Fi didn’t say anything else.

When he stepped through the doorway, Alpha paused. It took some time to process what he was seeing, but he managed after only a moment. He was in a decompression chamber, something no ship would ever have in the middle of two floors.

“Atin,” he barked, feeling the jolt that ran through Omega Squad. “Get up here.”

Atin appeared beside Alpha in the small chamber. Only a slight intake of breath told him that Atin was as surprised by the decomp chamber as Alpha had been.

“We need to get through that door,” Alpha said, tipping his head to indicate the pressure-locked door in front of him. “But we don’t want to risk depressurizing whatever is down here. Ideas?”

“Sometimes, certain facilities have multiple decompression chambers,” Atin said, but he sounded doubtful. “It’d be a lot easier to guess if this one does if I knew what it was.”

“We don’t have the benefit of intel here,” Alpha reminded him sharply. “That door’s not meant to hold up to this kind of pressure long-term, so we have to move quickly. What can we do?”

“In a ship this size?” Atin paused, glancing overhead like he could see through the durasteel to gauge the ship’s dimensions. “I can slice the panel and open the door, we all rush in, and then close the door and hope it holds. But there’s no guarantee-”

“We have suits,” Alpha interrupted. “I want to avoid tipping anyone off with a pressure change, but it’s more important that we find out what’s going on here than to keep a low profile. Slice the panel if you can. If you get stuck or it takes more than a minute, we’ll get Darman in here to blast it open.”

“A minute is more than enough time,” Atin said, already moving to the panel as he pulled a slicing kit from his belt. 

Alpha watched the process in silence. He and Atin had been speaking on the group’s comm channel. The rest of Omega knew what was going on and they hadn’t asked any questions. 

When Atin was in control of the panel, Alpha signaled for them to get ready to move. “I’m first through. Atin’s last so he can close the panel. Niner?”

“Me, then Fi, then Darman,” Niner instructed. “Dar and I will take the left half of the room.”

“I’ll take ahead and Fi can cover the right with backup from Atin after the panel closes,” Alpha finished. “Open it.”

The door slid open reluctantly, clearly struggling under the pressure of being the only barrier between atmosphere and the lack of it.

The moment the gap was wide enough for Alpha to fit through, he did. It was one of the times that his stature worked against him, but with some careful maneuvering, he was through. Omega Squad came through behind him, taking up their positions covering the room while Alpha studied the area straight ahead. Even as the door slid closed behind them, he reported, “Clear.”

“Clear,” every commando reported. 

Alpha stayed on guard, but his shoulders eased slightly. From those reports, there was no one in the room. No combat. No immediate threat. More importantly, the room was small, extremely basic. The only thing of note it held was a ladder, leaning against the wall.

“A storage room?” Fi guessed.

“Why would they need a ladder?” Darman asked. “They have a staircase inside of the ship and stairs built-in everywhere they might need to go.”

“And a storage room wouldn’t need a decompression chamber before you entered it,” Niner pointed out.

“This is a secondary decompression chamber,” Atin said, pointing around the room to various components. “Maybe the first one was a fail-safe, maybe it was just another set of doors to decrease the strain, but this is definitely a decomp chamber.”

Alpha watched the squad’s heart rates increase as he began stomping around the room, the boots of his armor striking the floor as hard as he could manage.

“What are you doing, Captain?” Niner asked.

“If this is a decompression chamber, that means it leads somewhere,” Alpha told him. “And since there’s a ladder, chances are that it leads up or down. We’ve already seen upstairs.”

The breath one of the men took was full of realization, but Alpha had already found what he had been looking for: a small panel in the floor. The hollow sound it had made when he stomped on it was slight, but definitely audible. When he studied it more intensely, he could see the near-invisible hinges and handle on the panel. It was the work of a moment to open it.

Omega Squad slowly and silently approached to stand beside Alpha as they all stared down at what had been revealed. There was a darkness under the panel, a hollow of empty space that still seemed to be enclosed. There had been a hiss, Alpha recollected, when he had first lifted the small piece of durasteel. A bit of pressure, too.

“We didn’t depressurize this room,” Fi mused, the hush of his voice turning the simple statement into something menacing. “The only reason that should have hissed was if the lack of atmosphere was leaking into somewhere… pressurized.”

Alpha begrudgingly made a new estimate of Fi’s intelligence. 

“Judging from the current pressure of this room,” Darman said, “whatever’s down there was either a remarkably large space or highly pressurized. The pressure and oxygen content are capable of supporting human life.”

A check of his own gauges confirmed Darman’s calculations. There had been a slight dip in pressure, but nothing bad enough to make the space uninhabitable.

“We’re on the bottom floor of the ship, though,” Atin reminded them, sounding rattled. “There shouldn’t be anything below this point.”

“The ship wasn’t lifted up on extended landing gear when we saw it, remember?” Niner prompted. “It was sitting flat against the surface of the asteroid. That’s why we thought it was a crash landing gone wrong. It seems like…”

He trailed off, visor pointed at the newly exposed gap in the floor. The rest of the group finished his hypothesis in silence: 

It seemed like this panel led directly into the asteroid itself.

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Author's Note - I am a firm believer that sci-fi doesn't have to actually be based in real-life science, especially when said science takes place in another galaxy. However, I do want to state that there is, in fact, dust in space. It doesn't collect on satellites or the International Space Station because the equipment is moving too quickly for it to cling (or so I gathered from the articles I read), but it exists. Unfortunately, I had already written about how the abandoned ship wasn't dusty and I didn't want to fix it. Sorry if that ruins anyone's immersion!

Thank you for reading! I would love to know what you think about this new twist or what you thought of seeing Omega Squad! (For anyone who doesn't know, they are canon characters, found in the Republic Commando novels.) Have a wonderful new year!

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