#Maybe I should've added that thanks for reminding me

[chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic]

"And with that, [they] cast away [their] own face."

I love Miitopia <3

Also, sorry if the Alt text sucks a bit, this is my first time writing it for an artwork, and I wasn't sure how to go about describing

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[covenists]

✦ LIKE AN UNKNOWN SIGN, C. LECLERC

sometimes, hidden love without sign is just unknown

req: Maybe a smau for Charles Leclerc x Reader but he’s with Alexandra and everyone wants them to like get tgt and she like posts stuff that’s like telling him to break up with her and at the end he breaks up with Alex and they end up tgt

fc: olivia rodrigo

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still with louis?

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you know there's nothing between us

and how about you and alex? are you still with her or something?

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[haerni]

COULD’VE BEEN ──── 이희승 . the past is a blur, reality was harsher than it usually is. how deep does one could ever love a person?

. . genre : exes w lingering feelings · fem reader hurt comfort time motifs · word count : 1869 . notes . . im in love with heeseung lately </3

you love lee heeseung—you loved him, you did.

there was no denying it, he was an amazing boyfriend—perfect, even. your break up wasn't something you could call a bad ending, far from it. it was a mutual decision on both of you, it was something you both agreed on despite everything.

three years was all it took, three wonderful years of your life, three of it that you would come to treasure in the years to come. coming to terms of remaining as friends instead of strangers, your friends were even more bewildered. because really, who would still be friends with their ex? who would even want that?

“you still have feelings for him,” sunoo pointed out. “don’t deny it!” he shoots as quickly as you try to open your mouth with a quick retort with the high possibility of denying it, he surmised.

“i don’t have feelings for him, thank you very much.” you dismissed, getting back to what you were doing. “we’re really just friends now, acquaintances if you will.”

he narrows his eyes on you, not believing a word you say, but he lets it go with a puff shaking his head.

“you know what they say about exes staying friends. either you never loved each other at all, or you still have feelings—either way you’re not fooling me.” he says a matter of fact, helping himself in your fridge taking the mint chocolate.

you find your friend’s deduction to be ridiculous.

sometimes you catch yourself thinking of how he's doing. is he eating well? still staying up late until dawn because of his games? winning his league games? a small smile makes its way to your face at the same memories you share, somehow a bittersweet taste comes with it, yet it's still tucked away somewhere where your other moments lie, shaking your head away from it as quickly as it came. letting the thought simmer away to the backs of your mind.

lee heeseung was a fond memory you keep, but nonetheless he was just a memory still.

love was something you held for lee heeseung before, you don't really know what to call it now. maybe you wouldn't love someone for a long time as you have loved lee heeseung.

after all, what you knew as your greatest love was too great to be forgotten at all.

—

love was bound to find its way to you again, heeseung thinks.

you were like a force of nature that comes like you belong to everything, to every good little thing heeseung can ever name of. like everything was made to be the way it is just for you

—and somehow he also used to believe he was also made just for you.

that was before the fallout. now he believes that maybe after pining over you for many years and being your friend just the same, maybe this was where he should've always been. not to hold you like lovers do, not to kiss you as much as a friendship does not require, and definitely not to have you in any way that would be deemed more than what relationship you had returned to.

just friends. nothing more, nothing less.

it's useless, though. the glass in his hands is cold. misery was rather more of a warm company to heeseung, too familiar even. the lights at the bar were dimmed down adding more somber to the mood, and it is like the universe is playing some sort of twisted tricks on him. just to remind how hollow it is, how the world was actually big, it's too cold—it's lonely.

everything was becoming too much and not enough all the same.

drinking was never a good idea, it never was for heeseung. you'd always tell him that he gets so lost in it that he forgets just how many he downs and it leaves him away into the night with a smile and fits of giggles that are contagious and slurred words that he always tries to utter.

it's stupid, he was stupid.

but atleast he had you then, the one who would take care of him if he has one of too many or maybe crawl up into his lap when he's gaming away into the night and you'd just do it because you'd rather have his warmth near you than settle with the thought of having him in the same room. or times when you would just run up to him and like it's engraved in his veins to have you in his arms and hold you like forever was never enough of a time to describe how much he wants you. forever was too less of a time, a life with you would be more and to those other lives he will get to have you seems more promising.

forever is too much of a word for lee heeseung. if your lives were to part, may he always find you in the next and the comings. for him to never take another heart that does not belong to you. may lee heeseung love you to every time, to be born in the same universe as you, the same time, the same place.

three lifetimes, three wonderful lives you both had, and he thinks it is simply not enough.

he begs the heavens to let him be made just for you once more. because forever in one, will never be something to call what you have.

eternity suits you better, he thinks.

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the night strolls, the stars are twinkling with the hopes of catching an eye.

this night feels a little more dreadful than the last. the drink he had down a few minutes ago keeps him warm in the night, setting itself in his stomach. heeseung has spent away the after hours this way, a routine that has eaten him alive to its core. it's not an ideal lifestyle, but he continues anyway.

he strolls without a place in mind, after all he has lost home once and wherever you are, his heart resides.

you are everything that heeseung has prayed for.

as familiar buildings meet his eyes and it brings back some memories he had kept away. treacherous. suddenly he finds himself in your street, a few blocks away from where you are. he can knock, he can ask you, he can stay, but he was a stranger altogether. so, the best thing heeseung takes rather than doing all of those things? was to sober up and leave.

mortality has never been kind to him. and everything he has kept in his heart was torn from its home and never to be returned like the sands that slithers away from the storm.

and he had begged at everything that would hear him. because the sand had gone out of the hourglass too soon than what he had always hoped for. time has never been his friend, after all, what time would be fond of something going against it? fate was too cruel to you. but you had embraced it just the same.

how could he ever subject you to the same fate once more? a string tied to you or not, he would rather see you with the colors of life.

and as if this time—for once, mercy has taken pity on him. because as his heel turns he hears the front door of your home, and he shouldn't look, he shouldn't stop, he should go. but you're just still you, right? the always loveable you.

“heeseung?”

oh how he has missed your voice.

against his very judgement he turns around.

there you are by the porch of your home wrapped in a blanket protecting you from the chills of the night and you seem comfortable, you always are. he stops just as his mind tells him the opposite (how could lee heeseung ever say no to your very being?).

and he couldn't stop—heeseung has loved you for a very long time and it feels like it's the only language he can speak to answer your call.

you descend down on your stairs, with a small shy walk on your feet towards him. he feels dizzy, have you always been this pretty?

he tries to say something, anything, but you seem to knock the air out of his chest every time, he releases a breath he's been holding, “hey.”

if you knew better you think heeseung seemed to be full of life when he is with you, like a flower who basks in the sun. you don't know what to say to him, is there any words to describe whatever you were feeling? he knew everything about you, he read you like a diary he has memorized all his life, when words fail you, heeseung comes to answer it.

you couldn't really remember now why you broke up, too many talks, too many faults, too many problems that pile up as time wanes. but you missed him, you miss him too much now to remember why.

“it’s cold,” he begins. its obvious, but what could he possibly tell you?

it's weird now, his eyes are still the same and yet you find yourself wanting it just the same, “yeah, it is.”

silence passes you, it's not uncomfortable, it's not heavy—you're relieved.

“i should probably go.” he should, but is it a sin to say you want him to stay? you pursed your lips in contempt, you should say something.

heeseung may claim to be someone who keeps his words, but right now his feet feel heavy, like his anchored to where he stands—in front of you. he waits for you to utter anything to him, a small hope of you stopping him. to make it feel it was okay to want you like this, to be in your presence.

the silence beckoned you to speak before you can even think of it. “it’s already late..” it's embarrassing, almost as if you were too left open in his eyes again, “..you can stay, if you'd like.”

a second clock and a pin drop, heeseung adorned a soft smile on his lips and as if he was on the same wavelength as you he utters words he thought he couldn't ever tell you, “i missed you.”

“i know,” and it's not obnoxious, it's a truth that you know well, its a fact that you know deep in your bones, “i missed you too.”

and everything was happening in the blink of an eye, his arms are around you and he breathes your scent in. despite the blanket around you, his warmth burns more and you love it—some things just never change.

lee heeseung will never meet what could’ve been, would’ve been, what should’ve been you in that lifeline. your first life together would always be a mystery to the both of you. he misses you, more than he remembers.

he hopes he doesn't lose you again.

“i’ve got a lot to pine about. i’ve got a lot to live without. so rest well, hm? we’ll see each other again.”

—excerpt from (1500’s), A Hundred Years And A Lifetime, letters of Evan Lee to his wife by a Nameless Laureate poet.

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Walter Marshall

Summary: Your work friend oversteps in his attempts to help you.

Warnings: Size discrimination. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is short, female. No other physical descriptors used.

A/N2: This chapter is written for @the-slumberparty's December Daze Challenge. Prompt: extreme weather leads to forced proximity

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Your mom practically threw a fit when you told her you'd be visiting Christmas Day and not spending the night beforehand. She said it was bad enough you hadn't shown up on Thanksgiving but to miss out on Christmas Eve family time, even though you had no say in your work schedule, was the biggest personal insult to her. You're glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes over the phone. She really never understood how draining it could be. The human mind craves stimulation and working security at an empty building does not provide! You know, from experience, that you're going to be drained on so many levels that driving out to her place would likely result in you driving into a ditch.

But, of course there's just no pleasing some people. At least Dad understood and he promised he'd talk to her. You made sure to thank him and promised to bring an extra box of donuts in the morning. If the weather held.

The tedium of the job did nothing for your growing anxiety over the weather reports. Being able to look outside only made it worse. You could barely see the parking lot through the snowfall and the winds are only supposed to get worse. Your height added another dimension of difficulty with the whole thing. You weren't looking forward to having to dig your way through the snow to get to your car.

During one of your breaks you mentioned this to Walter who offered to wait to leave with you. You raise an eyebrow at the insinuation and he's quick to add, "two bodies are likely to have an easier time of it than one."

"That's fair," you sigh. "But don't you have places to be?"

"No," he shakes his head. "Faye is at her mother's. It's one of the reasons I volunteered to come into work today at all."

"One of?"

"Jake and his little family are another 4 reasons," he chuckles. "I swear that bastard has a photo of his twins' sad puppy dog eyes just to remind us of what happens if he can't be with them for the important holidays." You laugh at the absolutely believable idea. "Still, I can't say I blame him," Walter says thoughtfully. "Maybe it's something I should've done for Faye."

"Hey, I can't even imagine the pain of being divorced let alone divorced with a kid, but I'm pretty sure missing one holiday evening or two wouldn't have saved things." He nods. "Now if you weren't such a grump all the time, maybe that would've fixed things, but would you still be you if you weren't constantly upset about things?"

He gives you playful glare that makes you smirk. "I'm not that grumpy."

"Yes, you are," you playfully jab back. "And I'm on good terms with the G's so I should know."

He huffs, "I suppose you do interact with more people than I do."

"Yup. So I'm definitely more of an expert on who's a grump and who isn't."

"I will respect your professional opinion then and, admit, I can be grumpy."

"Thank you."

Just then the power flickers and you both look at each other before running back to your respective departments. Walter needs to make sure the servers are still going and you need to check the emergency warnings for the area. If there are power outages, people need to go home as best they're able.

Back at the IT department Pine, Rose, Random and the Double G's are all moving. Walter ignores them all to get to the server room. He breathes a sigh of relief that the safeties put in place are still working. He does a quick triple check of everything before reporting to Pine.

Pine nods, relieved at the news. "I've received an update from the facilities manager that, for our safety, we should all go home. CEO Levinson has approved. You will all still receive full day's pay plus the holiday extra, as agreed upon. Please travel as safely as you are able!"

Everyone goes to close out their workstations and head home but Walter waits for you in the security area. You come out from the security office with the other two people working with you today.

"Bob, you take floors 1 through 3. I got 4 through 6. Terry you take 7 and 8."

"Why do I get the top two floors? That's a lot of stairs."

"Because you're the fastest at climbing, now move," you order. Terry grumbles but complies.

"What's going on?" Walter asks you before you can get to the stairs.

"Standard security stuff," you answer. "We're going to do a floor-by-floor sweep, making sure people know they need to go home and looking for any stragglers."

"Is it ok for me to wait here until you're done?"

"You should just go home. We're gonna have to do this at least twice."

"I promised to leave with you and I will keep it."

You give him a smile, "you're gonna regret that."

He just smiles back and you set to on your sweep.

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It takes you longer than Walter expected but he remains steadfast in his desire to wait for you. He keeps looking at his phone to track the weather, silently cursing everyone who wished for a white Christmas. It was gonna be a rough drive, even with his truck. He has even less faith in your VW Bug.

"Hey, big guy? You there?" Your questions cuts through his thoughts.

He steadies himself for what he knows he has to ask. "Would you be willing to let me drive you home?"

You raise an eyebrow, "first you doubt my ability to walk through snow and now you think I can't drive through it?"

"I trust you," Walter argues. "It's your car I don't trust. My truck is much safer."

Seeing his sincerity helps you calm down. "Problem is, I gotta get going first thing in the morning for family Christmas. I need my car for that."

"I'll drive back to give you a ride so you can pick up your car."

You scoff. "You'll be on the road all night. You live well outside the city lines."

He drops his head, "I just...I know that car isn't safe."

"Tell you what, you can spend the night at my place." He lifts his face at that. "We're both adults and we're friends," you continue. "You will have to sleep on the floor, though."

"I...I don't... Are you..."

"Listen, I'll agree by little bug isn't likely to get me far, at least not as far as your truck. But my place is much closer. You can stay the night and drop me off here to get my bug before you go home, ok? And yes, I have enough food for the both of us, even someone with a stomach your size."

"You make a persuasive argument," he nods.

"Damn right. Now bundle up, we've got a ton of snow to dig through."

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By the time you get to your studio apartment your beyond grateful Walter insisted on driving you home. Even the truck felt a little wobbly in the wind. Walter's knuckles were white from how tightly he was holding the steering wheel.

"You go sit on the couch and I'll whip us up some food."

Walter is too tired from the drive to argue. He's beyond grateful that you insisted he stay the night. Driving out to his house in this would be too much. As he sits on the couch, he's just happy he can sit still and calm down.

I'm the kitchen you're practically a blur with how quick you're putting things together. Sitting in the truck, unable to help, scared to talk, left you agitated. Thankfully cooking up some good food is a helpful way to let you calm down.

You're not too worried by the power flickers in the apartment. You've got a gas stove and enough blankets to keep you warm. You pause for a moment as the thought of sharing those blankets with Walter. You bet he'd be and to keep you very nice and warm. You shake your head to clear it of those thoughts. Now is not the time.

Walter has significantly calmed by now and is looking around. The two of you have hung out several times but never at your place. You've complained it's too small for the both of and he kinda has to agree. The place is tiny, about the size of his bedroom, but you've definitely made good use of the space. How else could you get both a bed and a couch to fit?

Wait, he thinks. Where's the bed? That's when it hits him, the couch, that's obviously not a pullout, is the bed. As he thinks about helping you get a proper bed his thoughts turn to being with you in that bed. He has to stop himself quick. It's not the first time his thoughts have turned that way but you've never given him any indication you're interested in a physical or romantic relationship with him. He shakes his head to try to get his brain back under control.

"Hope you don't mind brinner," you say, suddenly feeling shy as you hand Walter his food.

"Brinner?" he questions before looking at the bowl. It's a simple breakfast hash of scrambled eggs, slices sausage links, and tater tots, all covered with a light later of gravy and cheese. He smiles, "it looks damn delicious."

You smirk back at him, "well then get to eating!"

You playfully smack his arm before sitting down next to him. Unfortunately the couch, unused to the weight, starts to dip, gently pushing the two of you together. The two of you stay together like that, neither wanting to break the contact, neither wanting to be the first to speak up.

"Um...did any of your food spill?" you ask, hoping for an easy way out.

"No. Yours?"

"No."

A few more beats of silence.

"Ok," you say, deciding to take charge. "You and I are going to have a talk about what's going on here after we've gotten far enough apart we can look at each other and we've eaten. Can't have serious relationship discussions on an empty stomach."

"Of course," Walter sighs, relieved.

Both of you know you're in for a long night.

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @changenameno; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen;

@jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @kingliam2019; @late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly

[kindestofkings]

dear john

elijah hewson x singer!reader

(ex!charles leclerc cause hes a hot red flag)

plot: its giving friends to strangers to friends again to lovers 🫶🏼

face claim: laufey <3

warning: spelling mistakes

authors note: this is for the lovely anon who requested a speak now inspired smau ! Hope this is okay?!? I was tempted by doing something on the vibe of speak now the song but imma think on it 🫡

yourusername

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yourusername wow last night on tour was something special 😢 to everyone who sangs my songs back to me and everyone who's supported my little dreams, I LOVE YOU.

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lucydacus killing it !

yourusername luv you <333

phoebebridgers voice of an ANGEL

yourusername ooh stop im blushinggg

charlesleclerc beautiful as always mon ange

ynfan1 post concert blues are toooo real

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wagsandstuff huh that doesn't look like yourusername to us.... did the couple of 3 years break up without telling us??

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ynfan1 nooooooo that girl on twitter was right ah

ynandcharlesshipper charlessss man don't do this

charlesfan she was always feeding off of him

ynfan2 she has her own career you do know that right? she a really popular singer

ynfan2 not charles cheating on our QUEEN

yourusername just unfollowed charlesleclerc

yourusername just added to their story!

lol gonna go heal my heart I guess lol

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yourmum awh my beautiful girl :( glad you're coming home 💘

↳ can't wait to see you mam

yourbestfriend men are literal pigs.

phoebebridgers he's an idiot, here for you if you need anything

elijahhewson hey I know it's been awhile since we last spoke, but the lads and I are always here for you. I should've been better at keeping in touch, but I'm so sorry this happened to you.

↳ hey E, missed you! I'm just as much at fault, guess we all just got so busy with tours (both so successful heheh). where abouts in the world are you? I'm heading home for awhie maybe we could all catch up?

↳ elijahhewson deadly! myself, ryan and josh are home and bobby is back next week, call around whenever

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inhalerfanaccount did you guys know that yourusername is friends with inhaler??? I found all of these oldies while lurking her insta !

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inhalerfan1 bless they're so young, they all must of been friends during school !

inhalerfan2 crazy to think they've all become so successful

ynfan1 wow my two worlds colliding

ynfan2 I've always secretly hoped yn and eli would get together

inhalerfanaccount friends to strangers to friends to lovers hits soooo hard

yourusername

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yourusername time is a terrifying thing..

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yourmam I could probably find an even earlier pic...

bobbyskeetz I beg please no inhalerfan1 pleaseeeeee

elijahhewson smash x4

joshjenkinson_ the gang getting back together has 2024 winninggg

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ynfan1 yesss bitch remind that silly boy who drives in circles of all the hot friends you have !!!

(liked by elijahhewson and others) ynfan2 hahahah eli woke up and choose chaos

yourusername

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yourusername turning all this heartbreak into something good ! dear john is the rawest I've ever been in my songwriting, treat her with love x

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ynfan1 so so incredibly beautiful, thank you for sharing

lucydarcus you're a wonder

ryanmcmahon_15 sobbing uncontrollably and ready to fight him

bobbyskeetz you good bro ?

charlesfan1 tough day to be a charles fan

ynfan2 omg those lyrics are HEARTBREAKING

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inhalerfanupdates WHO HAS THIS MAN SO SMILEY???

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inhalerfan1 FOR REAL?? hes usually so moody

elijahhewson posted to their close friends!

replies yourusername pure stalker when did you take this pic??

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vogue with just days before the release of her highly anticipated spohmore album we chatted to yourusername about love, loss and all things in between;

" you dont realise how easy love can be until you're with the right person. its the most annoying thing to hear when you dont have it but some how I was fortunite enough to discover"

find out what else the singer told us at the link in our bio !

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yourusername THANK YOU FOR HAVING ME

ynfan1 shes so happy and in love

ynfan2 how can one person be so talented, smart AND intelligent

charlesfan1 eww cant believe charles used to date her!

ynfan3 love how shes not petty like the leclerc fangirlies clearly still are..

yourusername

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yourusername a year and a half ago I had my heartbroken, felt completed untethered and so so confused. today I give you my pride and joy!

this album features songs I wrote as a sobbing mess, some I wrote while I was healing and finally some I wrote after I opened my eyes and embraced what I had all along.

I love them all, I love everyone who worked on it with me and I escially love you.

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yourusername one single thread of gold tied me to you <3

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elijahhewson hell was the journey

yourusername but it brought me heaven. bobbyskeetz gross yourusername child

joshjenkinson_ my parents

yourmam my favourite pair !

evehewson sobbing it was always meant to be

phoebebridgers the sweetest love for the sweetest soul

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ynfan1 OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

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authors note: ahh im a broken record with the friends from home trope but its my favourite 🥲 hope you all enjoy, please as always let me know what you think!!

[yonakuu]

۶ৎ- Don't be Shy Babe, Spend some More!⭑.ᐟ

Kaiju No. 8: Narumi Gen

Word Count: 1.2k+

Pairing: Narumi Gen x Reader

More Author's notes at the end, enjoy your reading!

۶ৎ In the vast blue sky, Clouds part to welcome a shooting star. In all it's beauty, adorns a royal purple as it inches closer and closer.

You'd be surprised at this phenomenon if it was your first time playing this game 'Genshin Impact'.

But no, You've been playing this retched game for a long time now. Grinding long and boring quests which offer little to no reward at all. Repeating daily commissions, explorations, and events. Only to receive not even one useful character constellation.

Four stars appear subsequently on the screen, showing the art of a weapon you've seen so many times before.

' Favonius Codex '

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That was the last pull you could do. Saved up Primogems out dry in a blink of an eye.

You don't know what to do now: Whether to roll around the floor in hysteria, to cry, to laugh or to just sleep and dream of wonderful things.

Like getting your favorite character.

"Ouh, that sucks." What a half assed response to that life ruinous occurrence- drawled by an individual of black locks with pink highlights. Which also peeped at your phone and witnessed... Whatever that nightmare was.

"Shut up Gen! You're so lucky it makes me sick.-" You gasp.

"- No no no you must've paid so much to get where you are now." Now pointing fingers to accuse him further.

"A sore loser too, I mean that's a skill issue babe." Narumi :3's at your frustration, easily riling you up. One of the plethora of skills he's most proud of.

With your mouth wide open at his words, you feel your jaw ticking. "I'll show you skill issue!" With a pillow in hand you pour all your rage from the months you've ground for those shiny primogems. Smacking it at him continuously in commemoration for all the blood, sweat and tears you've used up.

"Ahhh! Whats the big deal babe. It's not the end of the world- maybe the banner in a few minutes but come on." Trying to wrestle the pillow from your grip he does underhanded techniques. Another thing he prides himself in, of being able to get out of sticky situations especially on the field because he's that good.

But to be honest he's more scared of you than any kaiju. Especially when your bottomless pit of anger plummets to the all time low, maybe pacifying isn't his strong suit after all.

"There's one solution to that you know." With his serious work face on, he says directly to temper you down.

......It really is a good idea this time.

"Huh?" You tilt your head and show your skepticism. The pillow now out of your grasp due to those distracting words you hear him utter.

......

"Top up." He grins,

Jutting his jaw up proudly. Like he's solved the answer to the worlds greatest problem.

That kind of solution should've been expected. With all the Yamazon boxes sprawled in every corner of his room as a reminder.

Retail therapy is his go to problem solver then. (Honestly same)

"Don't you pin me out like you! I don't wanna become broke. I still have to buy stuff for our survival." Declining a bit too quickly for his liking.

Though he's still thankful for the added thought of him oh and the snacks you bring home- Oh great responsible partner, love of his life.

"But it's so cheap to get a welkin moon." Itching the side of his face, he deadpans. All so while gazing at his own account. Already maxed out on the current banners.

"Well I don't have a first division captain's salary now don't I?" A duh statement if you ask him- nobody has the biggest perks in this place but him!

"Butttt you are a very hard working individual- too hard working actually. So you can make up the loses. Plus you're very very responsibl-" He continues his yapping to why you should waste your money on a stupid gacha game, every word and praise coming out of his mouth you try to ignore.

But if it's something Narumi Gen isn't? Is someone who is quick to give up nor docile-

And.... his reasoning is starting to sound a little plausible now.

... Sigh, what a bad influence.

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You got the golden wishing star, bringing forth your desired character with it. But at what cost?

The beauty of this character- the voice lines, skills.

That's it? Once the adrenaline from gambling wears off life becomes meh again.

Narumi observes your defeated form with confusion. "If your so worried about the money you spent then take some back from my bank." He ushers in disbelief, Does this really bother you that much?

If so he'll take care of it.

He won't run out of money that fast. Ah he thinks....

But! When the time comes begging officer Shinomiya for money is no biggie.

"That's sweet babe, but I don't wanna have you dirt poor as much as It tempts me. You've still got alot of pending Yamazon orders last I checked."

-ack. The previous loving expression takes a detour on Narumi's face, turning into one like irk. Animating itself on his face.

No more like the five stages of grief actually.

"I would expect my lover to have more trust on me! You're starting to sound like those losers on social media- if you wanna break up with me just say so!" He mumbles, sulking as he pulls his blanket and wraps it around his sitting form.

"Your loss anyways." He mumbles with spite-

"Nah it's cause I love you too much babe!" You're quick to deter his claims of you, closing your distance with amusement.

"Hmm and next thing i'll know you'll have a hate account of me. Like them, get a life really." His eyes narrow in suspicion, his declarations only worsening.

Much to your offence,

"I'd fight them for you Gen, you know that. I'll right hook their hate so far they'll never see the face of the earth again!" You peck him on the cheek. Clearly talking doesn't penetrate his defenses that much. So a hands on approach is definitely the way to go.

"Tch you're super lucky I love you." Sarcastic as it is, he let's up his sulking to wrap his arms around you- in one tight hug.

It seems like he doesn't really believe you when you say that huh?

....Another sigh,

If only he knows you really do have a fan account of him fighting for his honor. A fact unbeknownst to every single person in your life, only in the shadows of your room there you work earnestly looking for no reward....

A downtime job when you aren't busy supporting your captain in the field eliminating kaiju.

It takes a lot of effort, even if you're fighting a losing battle you won't let up cause you know how much of a good person he is.

So your solution to this problem....

Is to gather more Fans of him! By letting the citizens see some super high quality compilations of Gen fighting kaijus in the coolest, flashiest angle on social media- which no normal paparazzi could capture n' post unless they're directly on the field with him. Showing how awesome he could be.

But that's a secret for another day. You'll just busy yourself in co-op with him in this game for now.

Without anybody knowing your hidden identity....

So basically, Reader being Batman. A crackfic IM SORRYYYYY.

Christmas break is gonna be over soon i'm losing my mind.

Please let the tags work on this one i'm gonna cry if it's broken like the Hoshina one. The gradients are a bit funky, but it's a problem for another day ya'll. Promise it will be fixed :>

[joka13]

Hiya feel free to ignore this if you’re not doing requests but i was wandering if you could do a george weasley x reader where they’re in a secret relationship and maybe one of George’s siblings outs that the reader has a crush on George in front of them both then george kind of teases the reader for it afterwards ?

Thank you :)

Hello, I do take requests! And thank you for requesting; this was so fun to write! I hope you won't mind that I added just a few more background details to what you specified😁 Enjoy!❤️❤️❤️

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Dear Reader,

As you may or may not know, I post extensive, multiple part fanfiction stories. I must remind you or clarify that I do not consider any requests I write as parts of those stories. Thank you for reading❤️

FANFICTION (REQUEST): George Weasley x y/n Malfoy

WARNINGS: passionate kissing

It had been a long while since you began your concealed, romantic relationship with George Weasley. It was a rather difficult situation to maintain, but it definitely had its advantages. You're a member of the Malfoy family and wouldn't be caught dead associating yourself with a Weasley, for if you were indeed caught associating yourself with a Weasley, it'd be the end of you. Your father, the infamous Lucius Malfoy, viewed every one of them as nothing but muggle-loving blood traitors. You once considered briefly the possibility of your father accepting George as your boyfriend because George was, still, technically a pureblood. But, in the end, you decided to play it safe, to stay quiet about the whole thing. Your father wasn't the only person you worried wouldn't take it well. You greatly admired your older brother, Draco, and feared you would lose his respect forever if he ever learned of your feelings for George. And so, when George Weasley expressed his similar feelings for you and you couldn't bring yourself to reject him, you promised to be George's girl as long as he did his best to keep it a secret.

George was entirely willing to pay the price. He'd been aching to have you for so long; there was nothing he wouldn't do for you. You enjoyed it immensely as well. Butterflies came to life in your stomach every time he took your hand and led you away to some new corner of the Hogwarts castle when no one else was watching. You'd kept secrets before, but this one was different. It was shared, special, personal, and intimate. But there are just some people you can't keep secrets from forever.

You and George played a silly game you called "Straight Face" while lounging on the couch in the Gryffindor common room (this would have been self-sabotage if it weren't for George "borrowing" Harry's invisibility cloak, under which you both sat; it was also late at night when everyone, including the two of you, should've been in bed, so there wasn't much risk of getting accidentally sat on). The goal of the game was to simply get the other person to smile and keep yourself from smiling when it was their turn to try and get you to smile. George almost won every time you played against him, though it didn't really matter to you. The end always resulted in at least one person smiling while the other won the game. It was, almost literally, a win-win situation.

It was your turn, so you pulled a funny facial expression. The corner of George's mouth twitched slightly, but he did not smile. For his turn, George performed for you a rather accurate voice impression of Professor Snape that easily broke you.

"Oh, bugger!" you laughed as George grinned smugly. "You're too good at this game!"

"Alright, alright, it's your turn. Show me what you've got," George chuckled.

George returned to his blank stare while you thought of something to do to make him smile. You then shook your head with a knowing smirk as an idea formed in your mind.

"You've left me no other choice," you sighed, looking up at him through your lashes. George raised a red eyebrow curiously, but otherwise didn't budge. You glanced down at his lips.

You, very slowly, leaned forward towards George as if you planned to kiss him. Then, just before your lips could touch his, you froze in place. When you observed no reaction from him, you looked up to find George staring coolly down at you.

"Come on. Where's that handsome smile of yours?" you encouraged quietly, giving him your own best smile. You slid your hands gradually up his arms, feeling his muscles flex in anticipation. Touching was actually against the rules of the game, but George wasn't complaining, so you proceeded to wrap your arms around his neck.

"He's a little shy," George replied. His face might have been blank, but you could tell he was enjoying himself.

You chuckled. "Well, then what's it going to take to have him show?"

You pretended not to realize how fast your heart was beating when you moved your body ever nearer, still holding your face so very close to his. As you settled, George exhaled heavily before placing his hands around your waist. He didn't verbally reply to your question, but looked at you in a way that said, "You know what."

And so you kissed him. You kissed George and was taken to cloud nine when you felt his lips smile against yours. He chuckled, then began to kiss you back earnestly.

George's hands cradled your body, laying you down on the couch cushions behind. You giggled helplessly when he moved his face away from yours to nuzzle his nose affectionately against your neck.

"I love you, y/n," George breathed, and his words meant the world to you.

Suddenly, something sort of like a gasp sounded from the stairs to the Gryffindor girls' dormitories, causing your stomach to drop with dread. You couldn't see what was happening from your position, so you watched George's face as he slowly propped himself up higher above you to get a look at the intruder.

His eyes widened, and George glanced down at you. "It's Ginny," he mouthed silently, then looked back up. You and him both remained quiet and unmoving, hoping Ginny would eventually go away.

You heard some shuffling footsteps, and then Ginny spoke. "George? Fred? Who's there?" her voice sounded closer now, much too close for comfort. You gripped the fabric of George's sleeves absentmindedly in fearful suspense.

"Aha!" Ginny exclaimed, and you knew you'd been caught. "You're using Harry's invisibility cloak! And you've left your foot uncovered." You saw a small hand reach over the couch's arm rest, over your face and grasp a fistful of Harry's cloak. George's expression was more annoyed than fearful as Ginny yanked the cloak off of the two of you and gasped in alarm once more.

"Malfoy?!"

George moved off as you quickly sat up. "Er, hello, Ginny," you chuckled sheepishly.

Ginny looked back and forth between you and George in shock. You thought for sure she was going to faint or scream, but an ecstatic grin quickly filled her freckled face.

"My brother and y/n Malfoy!" Ginny squealed, clapping her hands together cheerfully.

George shushed her. "Pipe down!"

Ginny lowered her voice. "Sorry, sorry. Merlin's beard, I can hardly believe my eyes! Well, now I can." She giggled and waved the invisibility cloak about. "I was beginning to think you'd die alone, Georgie! How long has this been going on?" You and George looked at each other uncertainly, but before either of you could answer, Ginny continued to spout.

"I'm guessing it all began three months ago. That's about the time I started noticing Fred standing all by his lonesome. It must not have been much of a bother to him, though. He's had his fair share of slinking off with that Johnson girl. Am I right? It doesn't matter. I'm just so happy that you found someone... even if she is a Slytherin, let alone a Malfoy..."

"Ginny!" George scolded. You merely shrugged. You had expected a much worse reaction.

"I'm only joking," Ginny laughed. She sat down on a nearby ottoman. "Honestly, I think it's the perfect match!" Ginny turned to you. "I've always thought that if Fred and George weren't sorted into Gryffindor, they would have been put in Slytherin," she chortled.

You laughed, "I've said the same thing!"

Ginny laughed with you while George rolled his eyes, smiling.

"I know I probably don't need to say it," George said. "But if you wouldn't mind keeping quiet about y/n and I..."

"Of course!" Ginny scoffed. "Anything for you, George." She stared at you and George contently.

After a moment, George cleared his throat. "It's 'bout time you got back to bed, Ginny."

"Oh, if you say so," Ginny sighed, standing up reluctantly. "I know that you two will just go on snogging again."

George snorted.

"What'd you come down here for anyway?" you asked quickly to change the subject.

"Oh, yeah! Thanks for reminding me." Ginny went over to the side table, opened its single drawer, and pulled out a tattered, black book. She tucked it under her arm. "Goodnight, you lovebirds!" Ginny said, then headed back up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.

You and George sat in silence for a short moment before he began to chuckle.

You blinked in confusion. "What?"

"I just can't believe how scared you were," he snickered. You shoved George playfully, causing him to laugh harder. "Terrifying, little Ginny!"

"I didn't want to be discovered, same as you!" you giggled, slightly embarrassed. Your smile drifted away as concern filled your mind once again. George stopped laughing when he noticed your mood faltering. "You really... you really don't think she'll tell anyone?" you asked timidly. You had a suspicion that Ginny might be one to gossip.

George smiled caringly, lovingly, and pulled you closer into a warm embrace. "Yeah. I trust her. And..." He stroked your hair as he carefully chose his words. "I've been meaning to... this was good timing. I think it's about time you met my family anyway."

You pulled away slightly so you could look George in the eye. "Do you really mean it? Even if you don't meet mine... just yet?"

"I do," George replied, then sweetly kissed the top of your head.

[upsidedownmvnson]

So nervous in sending in a request…but could you write an angsty/hurtcomfort where the reader never shows Eddie her body and avoids sex? And he shows her how much he loves her body? (Me cuz I absolutely hate my body lol)

my sweet <3 thank you for your courage <3 <3 remember that your body is your home, and your wonderful vessel and its the reason the people around you get to bask in your presence <3 Eddie would agree.

Wrote the story based on what helps me, I hope it helps you too <3

"Are we okay, babe?"

The question made your stomach hurt. Eddie was nothing but sweet all the time, he had always been willing to wait for you, for anything. But lately, it's just been harder. When he touches you, it's a painful reminder that once he saw you naked, he may not... what if he didn't like it?

You'd been dating for months, and he never, ever pushed anything. But you could tell he was cagey, wanting more from you. And even though he never let it show, you could tell he was disappointed. What teenage boy wouldn't be?

You didn't think he'd be hard on you or anything, but, what if he saw what you were offering and he didn't like it.

"Baby?"

Snapped out of anxious thoughts by Eddie's calming touch, you were reminded that he was here, he loved you.

"Of course we are," you whispered, agony peeking through your eyes, caught by Eddie's attentive nature.

"Sometimes, I feel like when I touch you, you recoil." Eddie sounded kind, and you knew he was just communicating his feelings. "I'd like to talk about it."

You didn't want to talk about it. But you couldn't avoid it forever. You picked at your nails, suddenly unable to look him in the eye.

"Honey," he said, voice softer than feathers as he spoke, trying to coax you out of your own head. "What's going on? How can I help you?"

"Mm," you mumbled, "I don't know."

"Well, if you can tell me what you're feeling, maybe I can help figure it out, yeah? I'm always here for you, and I wouldn't judge you for anything."

He could tell you were skeptical, something in his eyes always told you the truth. As you met his puppy dog eyes, your truth was given away to him. You were hurting, and you wouldn't tell him why.

"I just think..." you started, but stopped, picking at your nails again. "Like, what if you go to the next step, and you don't... like me?"

"What?" Eddie looked genuinely surprised, "How could I not like you, baby? I love you."

"I know that," you replied, "but what if you see... and you want something different."

"Baby, I don't know what you mean."

"I don't look like Chrissy," you whispered, "or any of the cheerleaders."

Eddie smiled sadly, finally realizing what you were saying. He was disappointed in himself that he'd never seen it before. From refusing to swim at Steve's on the hottest days of the year, to the big sweaters mid july. You were hiding. You wanted to hide from him. And he should've noticed, he should've been proving you wrong.

"Baby," he cooed, running his thumb over your cheek. "I don't want you to look like them, and I hope you don't want that either. I like you and how you look. Be nice to your body, baby, it's the only one we got."

"But-"

"No buts. I'm not accepting buts, unless it's..." he winked, and you giggled. "Seriously, my love, I can already tell you with confidence, that I love every fucking inch on this beautiful body." He ran his fingers down your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and he toyed with the hem of your sweater. "Can I show you?" he asked, and sensing your hesitation he added, "say stop and I'll stop."

You nodded, totally hypnotized by the ticklishness of how softly he was touching you.

He smiled at you, all loving and tender and kind, and you could've melted right there. One hand sliding to your hip, the other cupping the side of your neck, he brought his lips to the side of your throat, planting gentle kisses there.

The hand on your hip slowly slid the fabric up, detaching himself from kissing you only to pull the sweater over your head. Instinctively, you moved to cover your chest, but Eddie stopped you, using a soft grip to interlock your fingers, and move them to his hands, kissing each knuckle.

"I love holding your hands, they're so soft," he whispered, "I like when your nail polishing is chipping, and every time you redo it you make sure to show me."

"I like your arms," he said, trailing small kisses up your forearm, stopping at the elbow to switch to the other side, giving the soft skin there the same treatment. "I like when you wrap them around me, and snuggle into my chest. I like how they feel when you let me cuddle with you."

Eddie used his hold on your hand to guide you to the couch, asking you sit by gently guiding you by pushing your shoulder. His hands reached for the hem of your shirt, and he stopped, checking your face for any uncertainty before he removed it, leaving you in a bra.

You sucked in air, nearly choking on it. Eddie moved you again, having you lay down on the couch. You kept your eyes on him, unable to focus on anything else but his praises.

"I'm gunna keep your pants on, okay? I don't want to... not like this, not while you're unhappy."

He wedged himself in between your thighs, hovering above you with a goofy grin. "Do you like this?"

"Yes," you whispered, sucked into the beauty of his eyes. You wanted to say more, scream about how much you loved him. But you were frozen, too vulnerable to speak.

"I love your shoulders," he said, leaning down to place a trail of kisses down each side, "and your chest," and his kisses traced kisses between your breasts. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, equally as hypnotized as you. "And your tummy," he said, as if he'd seen it a thousand times but this was the first. "It's hot, you're hot, I mean, it's so soft, and I can't-" he grinned, "I can't pull my eyes away baby, I really don't know how you thought I wouldn't like this."

He kissed, and nibbled, and sucked himself across your stomach, leaving a trail of light hickies across the skin.

"You... you like it?" you asked, blush creeping onto your cheeks. He smiled softly up at you, removing his lips from just above your navel.

"I love it," he replied, leaning up so he could use his hands to run his open palms down the sides of your body, you shivered at the sensation. "Every inch, I meant that."

Your heart was racing, with anxiety and with excitement. You loved how it felt, but you couldn't push down the feelings. But, he was helping.

"It's okay," he said, smile as gentle as ever. He pulled you up by your elbow, conjuring a band tee from nowhere and helping you put it on. "Baby steps," he said, helping your untuck your hair from the collar. "We'll work on it together baby," he said, cuddling up with you, spooning you from behind, and placing kisses against the shoulder that peaked out from the opening of his shirt. "You're worth it, you're worth every minute."

"I love you," you whispered, falling into comfort with him there. He sighed contentedly, nuzzling his nose into your hair, smelling the florals of your shampoo.

"And I love you," he said, voice tickling the back of your neck. "But can we make a promise?"

"What kind?"

"Promise me you'll talk to me, when things get sad or scary in your head. I'm your guy, I'm here to help."

"I promise," you said, interlocking your fingers, "you're my guy," you repeated softly.

[nerdforestgirl]

Note: A story? Not on May 24th or my birthday? Wild. Enjoy. Set During The Long Distance Dissonance.

Sheldon hung up the phone, and had a smile on his face. He had just called Larry Fowler to get his permission to ask Amy to marry him. He thought the tradition was silly, but he also knew that it would make Amy happy to know that he asked. Amy liked weird old timey stuff like that. It was worth the few minutes to call. Particularly because Mr. Fowler had been all too pleased to give the asked for permission.

Now Sheldon was just at the airport waiting for his flight to take off. He wished he could call his own dad. He always wanted to include his father in big moments. Then Sheldon thought of someone else he wanted to talk to. He pulled out his phone.

Knock Knock he wrote into the text chat. It was a version of the old code they had in their bedrooms as kids. He wanted to make sure she was available to talk instead of just calling. She must be, because a photo of her and her son appeared on his screen as an incoming Facetime call almost immediately.

“Hello, Missy,” Sheldon said into his phone after he answered it.

“What do you want, nerd?” Missy replied.

A little bit of a smile fell across Sheldon's lips at her insult of affection. She was the only person other than perhaps Leonard who could make him smile with teasing.

“I am at the airport. I am going to New Jersey to ask Amy to marry me,” Sheldon told his sister.

“Whoa. Big. Did you tell Mom? She's going to be thrilled.”

Sheldon wondered why he didn't call his mother or Meemaw first. Then he realized that his mother and grandmother would be supportive, but they wouldn't necessarily be honest. He wanted to know if this was a mistake. Not Amy. Amy could never be a mistake. But maybe he was moving too fast. He had only been with her for seven years after all.

“No. I will wait to talk to Mom after Amy agrees,” Sheldon admitted. “Do you think I'm doing the right thing?” he added more quietly.

“Other than the fact that you should've done this years ago, of course,” Missy said. Everyone else always assumed that Sheldon would end up alone, but even when the twins were teenagers, Missy had a feeling that Sheldon would find someone for him. He might be annoying and weird, but there was a charm to Sheldon that Missy could see. The right people always loved him.

“You never regret getting married?” Sheldon asked. He could only have asked this question to his sister. Of course she could tease him for asking, but she never truly judged him. He didn't believe that they had any extra connection from sharing a womb, but she did get him in a way that no one else did. Maybe it was all of those late night talks when they shared a bedroom as kids.

“Oh. I absolutely do, but my husband is an idiot. But you will be the idiot if you don't marry her. It's obvious that you love her,” Missy said.

“How do you know? You have never even met her,” Sheldon reminded her.

“Whose fault is that? You never bring her to come see me. Not even when you've come back to see Mom. And I have eyes and ears. I've seen the way you talk about her. Everyone knows you love her. You even stood up to Meemaw for her. Mom wanted to print the invitations to your wedding then.”

Sheldon appreciated the reminder that he love for Amy was so clear. Not just to himself, but to everyone around him too. Sheldon knew that his sister would never steer him wrong. Not with something this important.

Then Sheldon heard the announcement that his flight was boarding. He knew he should hang up and get on the flight. He didn't want to miss this flight for anything.

“I have to get on my plane, but thanks for taking to me,” he told his sister.

“No problem. Let me know when she says yes,” Missy said.

Sheldon nodded and pressed the button to hang up the call. More than even Stephen Hawking, talking to his sister made him feel like this was definitely the right decision.

[pidges-lost-robot]

No one:...

Me: I have this idea on how to kind of improve the storyline of Pidge being picked on while adding a bit of a more complex type of relationship into the background of the plot cause she strikes me as a character that would fight back with viscious verbal responses. Basically one of the people that is mean to Pidge also has a parent on the kerberos mission (obviously with the result of there being more crew members) who dislikes her because she's sometimes a bit smug about doing so well on tests and it rubs this person the wrong way cause they're insecure about their struggling on tests and are mean to pidge as a result. But also pidge is the sort to really poke the bear when it comes to that, very much being quick to immediately zone in on this person's insecurity whenever they're mean to her andthis often results in things like being shoved or having her phone smashed.

No one still:....

Me: which ends up changing the conversation between pidge and her brother after a scene of this as a flashback where instead of being like "having brain is the best thing ever nerds will run the world" is actually the one to highlight the way pidge is quick to antagonise people especially by means of viewing her intelligence as making her better than them and suggesting that maybe there is another way to deal with this. Which is an example of bullying that can be underrepresented cause ultimately it is bad what this student is doing, but also shows the ways people can sometimes develop an unhealthy way to cope with it. We then see that Pidge, after really picking on this kid back and antagonising him about struggling to pass tests resulting in them getting angry and shoving her phone to ground and smashing, decides to apologise for what she said. The kid points out that they will never be friends and pidge says she knows, but that them being an asshole didn't justify her being an asshole in a different way.

No one:

Me: later when pidges brother and dad go missing in the mission she is left without much to focus on at school. Calls from the ship to families were prohibited from being stored or recorded. But one day from a random number she is sent some.pictures of a birthday of one of the crew members taken on a concealed phone. The bully's mums birthday. The bully when she asks about it in private denies sending her anything but it's clear that they did. They're still not friends but there's a begrudging respect there. And these pictures (I haven't thought of how cause I'm a hack) somehow lead to pidges theory that the garrison are covering something up

Still no one:

Me: now this goes further cause they find the bully's parent on their search for pidges family she's one of the only other crew members that survived but she unfortunately passes giving something yo pidge to give back to her kid if she makes it back to earth and when they eventually do, pidge decides to be the person to.give them the news about what really happened to their parent. She goes and they initially don't believe her but she gives them the message and the keepsake she gave her. They ask her why she bothered with how they were to her in school (it's been a few years since then obviously) and she reminds them of the photos they gave her that they sent her, tells them how it lead her to realise that garrison had been lying and thanked them for it and that it was only fair and right that she did this for them and how she's sorry about their mom. The bully tells her that this still doesn't make them friends and she nods. She leaves and Keith finds her on her way back, really upset and feeling like she should've done more and Keith assures her that there wasn't much more she couldve done. I just thought this could be a bit more interesting and true to her character than just getting called a nerd once and crying about it

No one: ..... what?

[hnbxear]

New person, same old mistakes III

Anya loves this. She loves the tension between the spy and the super super spy!

So exciting! she thought to herself, looking back and forth between the brothers as she pretended to play with Bond nearby.

Loid's mind is racing. He didn't know why this man was here. His mind is racing. His heart is racing. It's been a long time since he felt his heart drumming vigorously. He was glad that Yor was talking with whoever Mike companion is in the kitchen.

"I decided to pay a visit when I saw your name on the residents list, it's been so long, isn't it?"

"..."

Loid didn't know what to say. What do you say in this situation? Never in his training he had imagined this very scenario happening, and he cursed himself for it.

If anything, this is the scenario he should've prepared for. He should've seen it coming.

"Loid Forger, huh? Rolls familiar." Mike could feel the tension between them, or was it hostility from Loid? He couldn't tell. Maybe both.

"It's a fresh start. Can't go wrong with that." Loid started. He needs to keep his emotion intact. Can't let some personal matters affect him. Yet his hand is so awfully sweaty, his brain computing the choice of a fight or flight simulation.

"Interesting choice, brother. I trust you know what you're doing here, with all this effort." He spoke, taking a sip of the tea Yor had made earlier. "It's nice to see you are settled."

Mike Steiner. Deputy Minister of the National Defence. Served long enough in the East Germany armed forces, climbing up his ranks faster than anyone has ever achieved in the few years. That's all he remembered of him. At least what he wants to remember him by. A traitor.

"I'm really proud of you for making it," ██████ hasn't seen that face for how long, but he knew damn well he was sincere, and he hated that the past him lurched onto his present being, longed for such words from him, challenging his thick, years of trained self control.

"...thank you," He manages to say

"You know, sometimes, we have to make a name for ourselves, make sure people know who we are, most importantly, ourselves." He added, placing the cup on the saucer.

The rubbles made searching for bodies harder. Didn't stop Mike from digging through it in the middle of the night, hoping to not find familiar bodies.

The yellow sweater. He knows this sweater. He remembered that thing almost flying away when little █████ tried to do some chores.

"██████ ?" He calls out for her name. He didn't feel like he deserved to call her mom. Mike frantically lifted the rubble with his immense strength, and there she was, barely alive, and he immediately pulled her up safely, as safely as he could.

"██████? A-Are you okay? Where's ██████? You can't leave him—"

"Michael.." She croaked. He swear he could see the life starting to leave her eyes. He didn't even register the warmth on his cheeks coming from her hand, the blood on her face was something surreal for him to see.

"You need help, you're bleeding all over—" The blood is so distracting. He isn't used to seeing blood on her. It doesn't suit her at all—

"Tell me..who—which? Do you really mean it..?"

The pink haired toddler found the conversation exciting, despite not understanding any bits of it. She doesn't understand why they have to speak in puzzles. Why don't they hug each other if they truly missed each other? Adults are all liars.

Ivanka observed the exchange from afar while keeping a conversation with Yor from time to time.

"Loid never told me he has a brother, I did not expect the deputy minister to be his brother.." Yor claimed sheepishly, moving a strand of hair behind her ear (she only knows who the deputy minister of defence is because Shopkeeper told her to be careful of him). Ivanka reminds her of Loid's co-worker, Natalia, but Ivanka appears more friendly and approachable than the said co-worker.

"Ah, they're adopted brothers, you see? The war separates them, and only now they can find each other." She explained, partially telling the truth. "I'm pretty glad Michael found his brother,"

"Oh my..is that so?" Yor didn't expect for Loid to have such backstory, makes her feel grateful that she never got separated with Yuri. Maybe she should give him a call later.

"Eh..but you told me you've seen Anya's mother? Did you just meet each other now?" Ivanka wants to slap herself. Why is she so sloppy?! No wonder Mike was hiding a laugh earlier.

"Oh, you see, Loid is a very busy man, and Michael is also a very busy man. I was the one who meet Anya's mother when she was in the hospital, and they never actually met each other before this..only now he finally have the time," She laughed nervously, which Anya—who was about to sneak another piece of cake— and Bond looked at her with a dumbfounded expression. Adults are all liar, and Ivanka is a terrible one.

"Oh!!" came as Yor's reply.

She's a terrible liar...

Woof!

"What are you trying to tell me?" Loid asked.

"Depends on how you interpret it." He replied, rubbing his thighs in a manner where people usually used it as a gesture to leave the place. Don't need to know body language to understand.

"Well, I certainly don't want to overstay my welcome, it's really nice to meet you again," Loid stood up, following suit and examining him again.

Mike stood 5 cm taller than him, and he only realised now how much of an asset Mike is as a soldier. No wonder he could climb up the ranks fast.

The men waited for their respective partners to bid their goodbyes, and Mike reached out for a handshake.

"This is a visit for our national security program, and psychiatrist are one of the professions we checked. If you need any help you know where to find me."

Anya watched as Loid took the name card from Michael, eyes beaming at the simple scene. Bond had the impression that anything this man does is cool to Anya, and could only sigh in a manner appropriate for dogs.

"Ah, we should see each other again, it's so nice meeting you Forgers," Ivan exclaimed, clearly enjoying her meeting with Yor with the said woman mirroring the same expression.

"Goodbye, Forgers." And with that, the pair left. And Twilight realised he could finally breathe.

-

"...you suck at lying." Michael told Ivan on their way home, which caused her cheeks to glow red in embarrassment.

"Shut up,"

"Thanks for the help, though. Good job."

"But why don't you just tell him? I'm sure he'd understand."

"I can't do that, Iva. I don't want to compromise anything."

"You say that, but don't you think visiting him could compromise everything too?"

"Too much questions."

"Michael!"

"I'm always on our side, always."

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I didn't expect the responses from you guys, really, thank you for reading this shi! Will be editing and fixing after I proofread it, for now I just want to post it. (Sorry for the inaccuracy, I tried my best to make it detailed but there's only so much my brain can take..) Thank you for reading :)!

[im-not-a-l0ser]

The Michie Playlist

Happy Valenties Yall. You may have seen my post about making a Michie Playlist. This is my review of songs already on it, originating from @wildrottingworms michie playlist. Barring Granger Danger (because they told me to) and adding another song, because it fits with another.

Here's the playlist on youtube if you want to follow along, and here it is on Spotify.

Nerdy Prudes Must Die: This is, for me, just on there for the sake that it is literally the song they share. That is the only reason it's on here. Also why it's the first song on here.

Take Me Back: This, however, I have no idea why it's on here! Nevermind, secret relationship michie; I'm an idiot. Okay, yeah, I think I can see it. Especially with them having regrets about keeping it a secret. Like, I'm listening to Tom's verse right now and it's like "oh, Max,, maybe you should've just openly loved Richie back thennn." Becky's verse now, okay. I see it a little less. I like the idea of 'i remember something someone asked me back in school,' being Max saying something like "if we could, would you go to prom with me," because of the following line; I think that's cute. Weirdly enough, I think this'll stay.

First Date/Last Night: Yes, I love this for them. Very cute, very nice. Derek Klena's character for max; perfect.

Blast From the Past: So, uh. I skipped this at first. Because I did not like it. This is the last song of these I've listened to because I am/was putting it off. But here we go i guess. Okay, it's not that bad. It kind of reminds me of Will Wood. But it also makes me realise that the musical Zombie Prom isn't the same as the Wizards of Waverly Place Episode, it seems to be about a single zombie who goes to prom. Which I guess makes sense. I'm keeping it, but it's like. That's all I got from it mostly.

Stupid With Love: So I technically added it, because the reprise was on it, I think it's a little silly to have on here, because I don't think Cady is much like Richie, but I think I'm keeping it for purely after (s)he meets Aron. Like, I've literally put that quote where Cady is essentially fantasising about him in tags about Richie and Max; feels wrong to not include it.

Stupid With Love Reprise: So, listening to it makes me nervous because I haven't actually watched all o Mean Girls the Musical, but it's fine. We're gonna do it anyway. Oh, wait, there's a BMC animatic of this, I've seen this, I'm stupid. Okay. I see why the og put it on here. It is very cute, I love it. I don't know enough about factorials to know if that's actually what you're supposed to do with them, and if it's not then it's hilarious. If it is, then it's like... well, I guess PJ did a good job tutoring Max.

Be Nice To Me: I like this song generally speaking, I never thought of it for Max and Richie, but I'm kind of into it. Like, I might do song fics with some of the songs from this playlist, and this is definitely a high high contender.

Two Birds: Thanks og, you mother fucker. I'm sad now. Luckily, I've already thought of them during this song so I can just skip it.... unluckily, it's already started playing and I can't turn it off now. Thems the rules.

Sex with a Ghost: I don't know why this is on there. It's obviously more of a Jagertity song, but I'm still going to listen to it with their context to see if I can figure it out. Okay, listening. I don't get it. I'll probably keep it because it fucking slaps, but i do not understand why it's on a michie playlist. The only thing I could see is like. 'The only time I ever see her is when she's behind me in the mirror," Because Richie dies in the locker room. But I dunno.

Daft Pretty Boys: I've never heard this song before, so. Right off the bat though, I'm dissapointed that it's not gay. The title makes it sound so gay, but immediately with the she/her pronouns. Maybe I should pull up the Genius Analysis so I can understand better, because I'm just confused. Okay, after checking Genius, I think I understand. I will be keeping it.

Beachboy: Another song I've listened to before, I'm excited to listen to it under Michie context. Like, I could type the lyrics along if I wanted to, I love this song. Yes, this is amazing. Aside from the fact that it's, again, straight, it's absolutely great.

Bloom: We begin the ones where I'm going to have to look up the english translations to these songs. Which I'm fine with, I've listened to all the BSD character songs. It's actually pretty fun to follow along, which is why I'm linking english translations through te name titles, which is why some of the have underlines and others don't. Anyway. HEY SORRY TO BUT IN! APPARENTLY THIS WAS IN SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF! I LOVE SCOTT PILGRIM! ANYWAY BACK TO IT! Okay, upon reading the lyrics, I will say, it makes perfect sense that it was written for Scott Pilgrim, also that I rememer hearing it and taking note of what it was called because I liked it. Basically, on a surface level, it's like 'id like you no matter how many times you change your hair' but I think beneath that, as an overthinker, it's about loving someone even as they're going through changes in their life.

Necromantic: As much as it hurts to face the reality, I am glad that there are some songs on here that represent a realistic relationship for them, and this is definitely one of them. I think I would do a poor job on describing it, just look up the lyrics, you'll see.

Sihouette: Okay, reading the lyrics was a little harder bc I'm listening at home, and my family just got back home from Astronomy Club, so just bare with me. I think it's good, I think we'll be keeping it; I like it I think.

Kuchizuke Diamond: Oh I immediately love the vibes of this. I like this song so much for them that I didn't follow along with the lyrics, I read ahead; I love this. It's so cute for them.

Kawaikute gomen: I'm back and forth whether this applies to them, but it's funny enough that I don't even care. Like Stupid With Love and such. I definitely feel it for them, I just can't explain why.

Zenzenzense: This reminds me of Sonic. Not a bad thing, just a thing. I definitely love this song. It's "Now that we've finally met at galaxies' end, i don't know how to hold your hand so that I don't break it" that got me.

Nandemonaiya: Okay yeah. This got me at Verse 1

Kick Back: Oh my, I'm like flustered reading this. Definitely keeping it for them. Works for whichever pov imo.

Death By Glamour: I do not know why this is here, but as an undertale fan, I'm lowkey here for tho.

Uwa!! So Temperate: Again, I don't know why this is here. But it's like 45 seconds, it's whatever.

Murder On The Dancefloor

You & I: Any song from Bare is gonna make me sad, so I might take them off purely for that reason. But I need someone to cosplay Max with me so we can do a long form tiktok to this song. I'm willing to be Max, actually, yeah.

Best Kept Secret: Any song from Bare is gonna make me sad, so I might take them off purely for that reason. But I need someone to cosplay Max with me so we can do a long form tiktok to this song. I'm willing to be Max, actually, yeah.

This is where the song diverges into songs I've added! To continue, go to the post explaining why I've added those songs! To skip those songs, go to the post about songs that were suggested!

[satellite-sims]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Thank you for sending me this back! I usually don't talk about how much i love some of my edits. But it's their time to shine!

First of all i should say that this portrait of Debbie is currently a GEM among my edits. I love it so much with all of my heart. The hair, the makeup, the BLOUSE. And the colors! Lately i've been trying various color schemes to diverse my edits more and this one comes out very special to me.

Second favorite is Andrea's portrait. I was just testing tattoos on her and took this portrait almost randomly but i love the way she's looking. Her eyes are full of strenght. Her previous portraits wasn't my favorite for some reason (maybe because she wore much makeup)

These ones are pretty old (from 2021) but i still geniunely love them! Especially Naomi. The idea of recreating her was rather impulsive because i was binge watching The Expanse but she comes out insanely realistic to me! She is edited a lot, i know. But her whole face structure was fully made in game. I just added some little touches of highlighting and shading. This portrait was unusual to me since i usually don't take screenshots at the background with something (just blank color surface yk) and it was fun to edit, especially draw her hair! It was almost the first time i drawn curly hair.

Second one is my self-portrait! Still my favorite because of the hairstyle, i think. This is my favorite type. I dreamed about converting it since ages when i didn't have converting skills. Too bad it haven't had much attention when i uploaded hair :( Nvm, everything is calling out to me from the hair to the colors and neat editing in here.

My favorite portraits from sci-fi series (which is no longer exist now) Rhea should've been betrayer of the squad and Paula had a role of a smart android on board. She was designed by Aaron and he took his deceased wife as a "face claim".

Still in love with these two portraits!

First one is my friend and classmate Oksana. When i showed her my creations, she asked me to recreate her in ts3. I already thought about that before she asked since she is really unique beauty! And she was also the one who supported my sims-hobby and adored my every picture. That was so cute of her. She liked the result by the way!

Second one is my "son" Freddie! I love him with all of my heart, he is just cute in this sweater even with his serious look in the eyes. This simple portrait was just for a preview picture for contacts, but it ended up being my favorite as self-dependent picture. They both came up pretty and realistic to me!

And the last one closing my top of favorites is Francine. This picture has taken in far away 2018. It is named "autumn rhapsody" on my PC. Francine really means a lot to me as a character. I developed her very well, and i wish i could tell whole story about her someday. To me, Francine is bright and melancholic just like autumn. Her color scheme is also what reminds of autumn and the last rays of sunshine that lays down on the fallen leaves.

In general i have a lot of favorite pictures of mine but they weren't posted for some reason (i'm lazy to edit them) so i hope we will see more in future!

[savage-rhi]

For the WIPs, how about Everything, Zen 😘

@seradyn AHHH BIG THANK!!! 💙 I don't have a whole lot done on this one cause I'm still plotting out things, but I do have a little snippet and a summary!

Edit: also adding the song that inspired the story, title and characters

Summary: It is said in the holy book that when Lucifer fell from heaven, he was plunged into the depths of hell and awaits the apocalypse. What if hell wasn't a firey pit of despair, but in fact, living as a human being for all of eternity?

Zen--the most recent reincarnation of Lucifer--after several lifetimes has finally pieced together a way he can break free from the reincarnation cycle. With the aid of Sawyer--a woman with her own troubles and tribulations--Zen seeks the legendary 10 crowns or "horns" of The Beast to return to heaven.

"So," Sawyer let out a sigh. "When this little road trip of ours comes to an end and you go home. What happens next?"

Zen raised a brow and shrugged. If he were more honest with himself, he hadn't thought that much ahead of the game. Not that he'd admit it out loud.

"I suppose I try and break bread with my father," Zen scoffed. He then smirked as another amusing thought came to mind. "Maybe sing kumbaya with Michael while I'm at it. Hell, maybe pops would like a souvenir from--"

He paused and frowned, looking at the inside of the diner trying in vain to find something that popped out. "Bumfuck Montana, or wherever we are right now."

"Bumfuck Montana," Sawyer repeated. She sounded so unimpressed that Zen could feel his pride take a few steps back. "That's original."

"Oh yeah?" Zen smirked. "You think you can do better?"

"I probably could," Sawyer admitted with a grin. "But I don't need Satan on my ass for the next decade or however long I got left."

"Eh," Zen's eyes scanned over Sawyer in a scrutinizing manner. "You don't have much going on there, ass wise. I wouldn't fret."

"Asshole," Sawyer growled under her breath.

"You walked into that I'm afraid." Zen snorted.

Although Sawyer smiled and laughed off his counter, Zen could sense a little more of herself closing off to him. The way her shoulders firmed and the subtle twitch of her fingers against the coffee mug had him uneasy. His therapist from the late 1800s stated such unease from physical tics was due to abandonment issues. He remembered laughing himself to death over that, but admitted perhaps they had been onto something. He hated it when someone pulled away. It demonstrated a dishonesty that infuriated him to the core.

Zen felt eager to verbally rip Sawyer apart, but reminded himself of how fragile her current state of mind was. He gave credit where it was due. She was certainly a phenomenal actor, pretending nothing got under her skin. That was a quality he had come to admire about humans over the centuries. How their resilience was impeccable. He couldn't say the same for himself as he ruminated on his earlier feelings of disgust.

What happened at the truck stop bothered him a great deal, and he wasn't the one who had been assaulted. He may had "saved the day", but the damage had been done. It was clear in Sawyers eyes and the way she had carried herself since then.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Zen murmured.

"Not really," Sawyer replied. Her eyes scanned over the diner, reminding Zen of a meerkat scouting the plains for hyena. "It's not the first time something like that has happened to me. I'll get over it."

He felt the hairs on his neck stand, and blinked a few times as his mind pondered more than it should've on Sawyer's remark.

"You're not alone in your misery. If it's any consolation."

Sawyer's eyes landed on him, sensing a familiarity in his cadence. It took her but a few moments to register the weight. "You too?"

Zen nodded. He sunk further into his seat as he relaxed and stretched. "You seem surprised."

"I didn't think...since you're, you know who, that you'd know what that's like--"

"I've lived many lifetimes. I'm not a stranger to bodily harm of the highest. Be it male or female." He interrupted, offering a small grin to soften the blow of his confession for her sake. Zen felt something akin to shame shortly after, and dismissively waved his right hand. Trying to tell Sawyer without words not to think too hard on anything. He focused on the birds in the parking lot outside the window. Watching them peck at stale leftover french fries someone had tossed.

"I'm sorry," Sawyer softly replied. He didn't have to see her face to tell she felt foolish for whatever assumptions she had held of him.

"It's whatever," Zen shrugged with a grin. He realized how odd that must've looked considering the circumstances, but didn't linger upon it.

Once the birds took off, having their fill, did he look at Sawyer again. He bit the inside of his cheek.

"You don't me owe me your past or anything you've been through, but I do want you to know that so long as we travel together, that won't happen again."

"How can you be certain?"

"I'm not," Zen admitted. "But contrary to popular belief, I keep my word if you'll have it."

[becauseimanicequeen]

Rewatching Once Again and To My Star 1+2

This is part of my Crazy-Ass End-of-Year Rewatch Challenge where I will rewatch some of my favorite shows, some of my least favorite shows, and some shows in between. I pulled another title out of the bowl (yes, I'm letting chance choose for me) and got Once Again. Then I added another Korean show to the post after pulling To My Star out of the bowl.

I can't promise cohesive thoughts in these posts because it's the end of the year, I'm currently living in right-brain land 10+ hours per day, and I'm TIRED because the darkness of winter is here. You've been warned.

Also, since these are all rewatches, there are spoilers ahead.

Once Again

I watched this show for the first time in December 2023 and it became one of my favorite shows (9/10) because I bawled through the whole thing. Since I am an ice queen (which my username clearly states), yet someone who believes that crying is a natural and healthy release of stuck emotions (and wish I could do more of it), I get obsessed with shows that make me cry. Usually that only happens with shows that portray loss and grief in some way. Once Again is one of those shows.

Also, it stars Moon Jiyong in one of the main roles (he's also been in The New Employee) and he can make me cry by just looking sad.

And when he cries in this show, I'm crying a whole fucking ocean.

The fucking nerve he has! lol

This rewatch was no different, emotionally speaking. I've been crying now for, I don't know, 2 and a half hours? Exactly the way I wanted to spend my night now that I don't have anything else to watch on Mondays.

Anyway, this is not a show for those who want the fluffy stuff. This one has a melancholic tone to it throughout the show because it follows Shin Jaewoo who, as he comes back home during a school break, is reminded of his childhood trauma where a college student (Kang Jihoon) saved his life but lost his own.

The guilt Jaewoo feels is also very palpable throughout the show, even in the more lighthearted moments when Jaewoo has traveled back in time and they both start developing romantic feelings for each other. The guilt and the melancholy are always there in the background.

The OST is great, too. "Other Side" by RUNY (the one at the end of every episode) is on several playlists I play frequently. 10/10, no notes.

So, thank you, my sad little show, for the tears I got to shed tonight. I feel so much lighter now.

Well, I've still got space in this post (and with space, I mean I haven't reached the image limit yet, lol) to continue with another show. I just pulled To My Star and will include both the first and second seasons in this post. Let's dive in!

To My Star 1+2

I binged both seasons of this show in September 2023 and loved them. I personally prefer the 2nd season (9/10) over the first (8/10) because I love angst. I feel like Hwang Daseul does angst and longing very well and her shows are always my go-to when I'm in the mood for the angsty shit (especially Where Your Eyes Linger, To My Star 2, and my new HDS favorite Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo).

The first season is the length of a movie and shows the origin story of Kang Seojoon (an actor) and Han Jiwoo (a chef). It's a great introduction to the characters and the cinematography is beautiful, which is why I love it. I mean, just look at those changing rainbow lights between them.

And this is during a scene when Seojoon is flirty and says he likes guys like Jiwoo. Gold!

But, honestly, the first season doesn't give me all that much. Not in this rewatch, at least. Maybe it's because I watched it right after Once Again, which gave me so much (a whole ocean of tears, for example, lol). Perhaps I should've waited an extra day before I watched this. But I was on a roll, so...

Anyway, I'll wait until tomorrow to start the second season...

And, I'm back!

One of the great things about the second season is that it's 10 episodes of 25-30 minutes (the finale is 43 mins) and I love it to bits for some (to me) very important reasons.

Call me a cynic, but I don't believe in happily-ever-after even in fiction (and there are several couples in QLs I don't see lasting even if a show/movie has a happy ending). So, I love it when I get a second season/movie where I can get to know the characters and their relationship on a deeper level, and how they face challenges. That's what I got in this season.

And just like real humans, Seojoon and Jiwoo aren't perfect. They make mistakes, misunderstand things, miscommunicate, etc. They're also both lovable idiots, which is exactly why I love them.

I already mentioned this before, but: The angst! I love the angst. And, to me, it's always great in Hwang Daseul's hands.

Another reason I love the show is that the flashbacks/time-jumping are seamless. There are several times at the beginning of the show that flashbacks happen when someone, for example, walks through a doorway (something I've wanted to write a post about for quite a while, but I haven't found the opportunity or the time. This is a reminder for me to do it, lol.). It's beautifully and smoothly done.

Another reason I love the show is because of the rural setting and all the outside shoots in the dark (it's a nostalgic thing for me).

There are several more things I love about To My Star 2, but I think I'll stop here because I have 3 new episodes of airing QLs I want to watch tonight.

So... Bye for now!

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Love Blooms (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

6

THURSDAY EVENING, Steve decided that he needed to learn more about his – not his, well, maybe not his – alpha. Really, he should've started asking more questions sooner, but he was a little preoccupied with first baby fever and then pregnancy brain. So, now it was time to rectify that and learn all that he could before his family arrived and started asking questions. No, they wouldn't be the same questions as the ones Steve was going to be asking, but he still needed to know what he needed to know.

With the baby monitor clipped to his flannel pajama pants, Steve left the master bedroom. Briefly, he peeked into the office-turned-nursery to see that Mia was sound asleep. Quietly, he closed the door to a crack and continued down the hallway.

Hanging around at the library entrance, two of the night guards were relaxing until they saw Steve, then they stood to greet him. The more senior of the pair asked, "Is there anything we can do for you, sir?"

"It's Steve, Timothy," he reminded, then reassured, "And no, thank you. Just... going on a midnight stroll."

"Very well," he nodded and then sat down again.

Spotting the thick novel in his lap, Steve said, "That's a good one. I'm anticipating the sequel like nobody's business."

"Agreed. I keep rereading this until the sequel drops," the mustached man said. With Timothy's attention on the book, Steve started upstairs. When Steve was on the third step, Timothy said, "And since we're being so informal, I'd like for you to call me, Dum Dum."

"Dum Dum?"

"It's because he's a dumbass," the other guard, Jim, teased.

Steve smirked, "At least he's upfront about it, I guess."

"Exactly, kiddo," Dum Dum turned the page. Adding, "And The King is downstairs."

"Couldn't have told me that before?" Steve teased, changing direction to head down to the main level of the house.

A single light was on in the living room, so Steve quietly approached the entryway. Not wanting to disturb the alpha, Steve just watched him for a moment. He couldn't deny that Bucky was a handsome man in an old Hollywood type of way. Debonair, dazzling. Even just sitting there on the chaise, reading in front of the fire.

Gently, Steve lifted his hand to knock his knuckle on the opening's frame. Tearing his gaze away from the book, a slow smile took hold on his face as he found Steve standing there. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah," Steve entered the living room. Taking a seat on the sofa across from him, Steve started, "We need to talk."

"Okay," Bucky closed the book, "About what?"

"About you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. What do you do? Where are you from? What do you look like? I mean, there's so much that I don't know about you. And you met my family already, yeah... but they're going to be staying here, and they're very perceptive."

"Okay," Bucky sighed, setting the book aside. "What do you want to know first?"

"Let's start easy," Steve decided. "Tell me about your job. I know that you work in deals, but what exactly does that mean? Do you have heirs coming out of the wazoo? Or do you only make people famous? Or... I don't know, do you kill people? Is that common? And what cases do you take? How do you make those decisions?"

For a moment, Bucky just watched him, fighting a grin the further Steve spiraled. Once the omega was quiet for five beats, Bucky answered, "I only have one heir. I wanted to find a good person who had admirable traits of both physical and personality."

Steve's cheeks heated, but he didn't say anything else. Instead, just sitting there, waiting for the alpha to continue.

"I make many different kinds of deals. It really just depends on what the person is asking for and if they'll honor their end of the deal –"

"And what is their end?"

Letting his gaze drop, "To honor me."

"Ah, I see."

Nodding, Bucky quickly continued, "Some people want fame and fortune, yes. So, we help them achieve that, and in return, they repay me by being loyal to me and giving me my share."

"Just like an agent."

"Exactly. But not everyone wants that kind of life. Some people want smaller things, like a good harvest or help with their bills. I appreciate those deals more. Those people are the ones who are most devoted and they don't try to take more than what they need. So, I do try to take more of those deals.

"As for fertility issues, I try not to do those very often. Those aren't something that I feel comfortable doing."

"Why not?" Steve's brows set in a heavy furrow.

"It's draining. Stressful," Bucky shrugged. "What if they're not a good parent? Then what will happen to their child? I couldn't do that to something so innocent."

Admittedly, he didn't think that Bucky would've had reservations about that. You know what they say about assuming. It makes an ass out of u and me. Really, Steve wasn't expecting any of his answers. All this time, he'd assume that Bucky wouldn't have morals at all. Makes an ass out of u and me.

"As for how cases get to me, they're decided through my trusted followers; the ones that work in the office. They pass them to their superiors and then those eventually get passed on and so on and so forth until they reach Nat. Then, she decides. I don't get to all of them, and even some of the ones that she approves of doesn't mean I'll make a deal. But that's how it works."

Nodding, Steve asked, "What about killing people? Like Abraham."

Guilt stuck to the edges of the bond, "I'm sorry for that. I don't always get a choice. And you were in pain –"

"You killed him because of me?!"

"He was already marked, Stevie," Bucky remorsefully clarified. "The only thing that I could do was try and make it benefit you in a miniscule way."

His chest clenched, heart beating out a mourning tune for his late friend. But now wasn't the time to unpack his own guilt, so he asked, "If you wanted an heir, why trick someone? Don't you have arranged matings where you're from?"

"We do," Bucky confirmed. "I didn't want a mate though. Not until..."

Steve nodded, he understood. His cheeks were still red and he was thankful for the dim lighting in the room, hoping that it disguised his blushing.

"So," Steve prompted, "Where are you from?"

"Maveth," Bucky answered. "It's another dimension."

"Like Hell, right?"

"Not necessarily," Bucky sighed, shifting in his seat to get more comfortable. "It's more parallel with this dimension."

"Really?"

"Mhmm," Bucky confirmed. "There's many rulers and plenty of war. Just like here. Our inhabitants just happen to be inhuman and take great joy in torturing those who cross them."

"And you wanted to raise our daughter there?" Steve weakly teased.

"I believe she's going to make a wonderful queen one day. She might even be better than my sister."

"Sister? I thought you didn't have a family except for the Sousas."

"Well, I couldn't just come out and say my twin and I were created from the ribs of our parasitic inhuman father in his vision to bastardize Adam and Eve, now could I?"

"I guess not," Steve chuckled under his breath. He almost felt embarrassed to ask the next question, but he wanted to know this one the most. If what he saw in Mia had any indication, he needed to get used to the idea about her future. "What do you really look like?"

Fear flooded through the bond so fiercely that Steve could feel himself shake. And that scared him more than he thought it would. After everything that Bucky had said and shown in the six weeks of Mia's life, Bucky was afraid to show who he really was.

Softly, Steve pleaded, "I need to know, Buck."

"I don't want to scare you," Bucky whispered, tears building in his eyes.

"I need to know."

Reluctantly, Bucky stood. He was still wearing his work slacks but had already removed the crisp button-up. Untucking the white undershirt, he removed that too, leaving himself only half dressed. For a moment, Steve was worried that Bucky would change his mind and not show him. Then, however, he started to transform. Skin turning dark red like he had been bathing in blood. Long, thick black horns took shape and sprouted from his forehead. Sharp claws elongated his elegant fingers, making them menacing by nature. And from his back, wings stretched and shook before settling close to his muscular frame.

Without thinking, Steve stood from his seat and crossed the living room to the alpha. Bucky, shocked and still terrified, took a step backwards. Not that Steve was going to let him get too far. Instead, he wrapped his hand around Bucky's strong wrist, simply mesmerized by the man standing in front of him.

"Don't," Bucky meekly protested. "You shouldn't touch me."

Eyes roaming over the deity, Steve admitted, "I've never seen anyone so..."

"So,' what?" Bucky prompted when Steve's words failed him. He gave his arm a tug as though trying to make Steve let go without actually wanting him to.

Looking straight into the alpha's stormy eyes, Steve said, "Beautiful. You're beautiful, Buck... Bu'loch."

Just like that, Bucky relaxed, letting the omega continue holding his wrist in those long, artistic fingers of his. Through the bond, a longing burst through like a damn crumbling, and Steve knew that it wasn't just coming from Bucky. He wanted the alpha, of course, he did. And he could admit that he always had.

Letting his hand roam up Bucky's muscular arm, he followed the trail with his eyes. If Steve didn't know better, he'd think the brunet was chiseled out of stone. But he wasn't, he was better. Raising to his tiptoes, Steve tilted his head back while Bucky tilted his down. Drawing out this moment, the alpha ran his nose along Steve's. His breath warm on Steve's face while the omega waited for the deity to take that plunge. To press their lips toget–

"WAAAAHHHH! WAH! WAAAHHHHH!"

Settling back on his feet, Steve removed himself from Bucky's space, and turned to attend their daughter. About to step onto the staircase, Steve paused. Turning to look at Bucky, he watched as the alpha went back to appearing human and tugged his t-shirt back on. He just stood there for a moment until the brunet noticed him.

"Is everything alright?" Bucky asked, joining him at the stairs.

Nodding, Steve said, "Thanks."

"Thanks? For what?"

Another nod, "For being honest with me."

"I wish I had been from the start."

"Me too," the pair headed up the stairs. "But we will be from now on."

"Yes, we will be," Bucky agreed with a brilliant smile on his face.