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andromeda-nova-writing · 2 months ago

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4. Are you expecting to find love?

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Ayato’s quick thinking could be considered a blessing or a curse. Saving a childhood friend from being forced into an arranged marriage was one such incident. At least there was plenty of help in deceiving a country that this was a marriage of love instead of convenience. A reputation must be upheld after all.

Dear Mama,

I must thank you for sending the script for my favorite show. I’ve been reading it before bed. Okay, it is more of making a translation so I may share it with Ayato. He had made fun of me when explaining the show to him before saying that the story was unrealistic. I told him it was something that I wished my love life could have been like. One would have hoped that by the time I would be getting married, I wouldn’t wish for another man to be in my life one day.

Even though I do wish for a romance one day, this isn’t all too bad. I've been given an apology of padisarahs for even taking away my chance at love for the time being. The public isn’t to know this isn’t real, so much of the jewelry I have worn of late has belonged to his mother. Sometimes I fear we have already done too well at tricking the public. I’ve been suggested to try out things only a lover would do by well-meaning but nosey individuals. End me.

I know you said for me to try talking to my father alone to help figure out what is going on, but I haven’t seen him or my grandpa since that day. It’s hard to face him knowing that he gave up a chance for me to find love long before I was born, and any time he has had to get to know me still hasn't convinced him to fight for me. If anything, my mouth may get me more in trouble. My hands had already led me to almost being blackmailed to marry a stranger. If I act out my thoughts, there may be no saving my reputation.

Any time I’ve talked with Ayato as of late has been focused on our trickery. I can’t wait for this to blow over so things may return to normal. It doesn’t help that Ayaka has also joined in on making sure our lie feels real, but the way she has gone about it feels different. I can’t put a pin on why that is as of yet. Thoma is still a comfort as I deal with my grandpa’s dislike of my Sumerian side. He hasn’t said anything outright, but it's been easy to tell after he demanded I be wed. Thoma hasn’t heard the exact same things I have, but it’s been good to have someone who personally gets it.

Honestly, even though it isn’t real, I think having to lie to the public is getting to me a bit. Not so much in a moral sense, given the circumstances, it would be quite understandable. It’s just tiring having to put on an act in front of others. Maybe all those shows you took me to after all my tests have taught me something about acting. Maybe in another life, I would be an actress.

I miss our outings. I miss you dearly. There are some days when I wish I had never left you, but I do enjoy my new life here. Have you seen any of my friends running around the desert? Yes, I know they live in the city, but I must ask.

How’s Candace doing? Her family? I’ve written to her as well but she gets back slowly. I assume she is busy as usual. I at least know she’s running around the desert keeping home safe.

Y/N tapped the back of her pen against her desk before looking at the rain out of the window. She was to meet with Ayaka soon to discuss what she wished for this wedding, so planning could begin. It wasn’t exactly something she was excited to do, but Ayaka wasn’t letting either of them put this off any longer.

It was a bit annoying that even though Ayato had found her a way out of an arranged marriage, she just needed to talk about something other than this marriage with him. Their talks were just tiring to have at the moment. In public, any speaking would be done with a layer of acting. While in private, it would be about making sure that things they had said about their “relationship” were on the same page. She just needed something normal, away from the public, and to just focus on anything else.

The knock at her door brought Y/N out of her thoughts and away from writing. Peaking out the window, she could see Ayaka hiding underneath an umbrella held by Thoma, trying to keep the two of them dry. Y/N moved quickly, opening the door to let the two in to get them out of the rain.

“I thought you were supposed to be here later. It’s a whole hour earlier.” She questioned.

“We were already in town. I hope it's okay that I’m early.” Ayaka apologized. “I fear it may begin to thunder soon. It was better to be here early than not at all.”

“Of course. Shall I get a pot of tea ready? My mother sent my favorite over. It’s quite lonely drinking it by myself.”

“Let me. You both have much to discuss.” Thoma offered as he closed the umbrella before placing it in the drying rack that was underneath the roof.

“No, you two just got in from the rain. Go dry off while I get it started. You two are guests here.” At least doing the simple task of preparing tea would make things feel a bit normal for her.

He closed the door before asking, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. You both remember where the linen closet and bathroom are?”

Ayaka nodded a yes. “If it’s not an issue, are there any snacks to be had as well?”

“Oh, of course. I could go cut up some fruit. Just meet me in the living room once you’re both done drying off.” Y/N sent the two of them off as she made her way to prepare the fruit and tea.

“Didn’t you just eat?” Thoma asked in a hushed tone.

“I just want to take a small peek at her desk. She writes often. Maybe she’s written about how she feels.” Ayaka reasoned, matching Thoma’s volume before walking down the small hallway.

“Who’s to say you can read it?” Disappointment was fully on display as he whispered.

She frowned. “I have to do something. They aren’t exactly the easiest to get to open up about their feelings towards this situation.”

“My lady, she has gone on nonstop about how she’s not happy with this. I think she is wearing her heart on her sleeve here. Next, you'll tell me you've gone through your brother's desk as well?”

Ayaka gave an innocent smile at him before grabbing a towel out of the linen closet.

“Ayaka!” Thoma chastised.

“It’s not like I found anything, and I wouldn’t have gotten in trouble.”

“That’s not the point. You are invading their privacy and betraying their trust to find something that isn’t there.” The voice of reason spoke as he took a towel to dry off his hair. “I wouldn’t have agreed to help on this if I knew this is what you were going to do.”

“I won’t look at her desk then.” She promised. “How do you suggest we push them forward since sending them to a festival was a failure?”

Thoma looked around at the photos hanging around the hallway before his eyes landed on one of Y/N and Ayato when they were kids at the beach, smiling at the kamera as they built a sand castle. “Isn’t this at the beach house?” He asked, trying to change the topic.

“It’s been a while since we went together.” She looked further at the background of the photo. “Look, I’m here too.” In the corner of the image, she could see herself being held by her mother.

It was still a bit odd that, despite not knowing Y/N until her adult years, Ayaka had already met her when she was just a baby. It had always been her and her brother. It wasn’t till she was seven that she would meet Thoma, who felt like another sibling at times. She had only known Y/N through what Ayato had spoken about from letters sent and the past two years. Even though Y/N had already known her, it felt like their first meeting was two years ago.

Ayaka peeked out the window of Komore Tea House. It was cracked slightly open so she could listen to the people outside. An older man with hair turning gray was standing outside with a woman who looked to be of Sumerian descent.

“Are you sure this is fancy enough for a meeting with Lord Kamisato?” The man asked. “I still think it would have been better for you to be in a Kimono.”

“I don’t have one yet, Grandpa. Even then, I think I would need more than a day to figure out how to wear it again. All I remember is which way to wear it to not be dressed as the dead. This is plenty fancy enough.” She proudly gestured to the clothes she wore. “I’m just meeting an old friend.”

“Who I must remind you is now the leader of the Kamisato Clan, the Yashiro Commissioner, and in charge of the Shuumatsuban.” He spoke quietly of the open secret of those of a higher class in the nation. “That man is not the same boy from those calligraphy classes you were placed in.” Her Grandpa placed a hand on her shoulder protectively. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you? It could be dangerous if you were to accidentally offend him. I would prefer you didn’t meet with him alone.”

“He is bringing his sister as well, so we won’t be alone. It’s just going to be catching up about life over dinner. I promise everything will be okay. You have helped me plenty by walking me over here. I’ll be late if I stand out here talking to you any more over this.” She stepped away from his touch to move closer to the door. “If it makes you feel better, I'll stop by your house around 9. If I'm not there within 30 minutes, then you can worry about me.”

Ayaka gently closed the window before moving away from it and walking back towards where her brother had been pacing as he read through some papers. “I think your friend is outside.”

“Is she now? Were you spying through the window again?”

“I accidentally made a habit of it during the vision hunt decree. The country has only just begun to open up once more. Can you blame my curiosity?”

Ayato stopped his pacing with a laugh at her innocence of the world. He hoped it would never change. The ring of the bells on the door had caused them to look over.

Y/N looked over at the two of them, confusion hitting her face as she looked over them. “Hello. By any chance, do you know what room the Kamisato clan is in? I have a dinner planned.”

Normally, Ayato would play a small prank on anyone who asked a question such as that. He stepped closer, holding out his hand to reintroduce himself. “Kamisato Ayato. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Never had she seen her brother return a hug so fast. “I thought I was the tall one. Shrink back down.” The woman joked as she leaned further into the tight hug. “I've missed you.”

“I as well. I remember your hair being covered in curls.”

She pulled out of the hug. “I took a hot comb to my hair. It's not permanent, but it's nice to do on occasion.” She leaned her head over, looking at Ayaka. “The last time I saw you, you were just a baby. I really did miss a lot.”

“Kamisato Ayaka. I'm delighted to make your acquaintance.” She spoke politely as ever.

Y/N laughed. “I guess we are all saying our full government names today despite knowing each other.” She spoke before giving her own. Once in Inazuman and another in Sumerian. “I've gotten quite used to the name my mother has given me. I may be a bit slower responding to my Inazuman name. It still feels a bit weird having been so long.”

“You've always signed your letters with both. Which do you prefer I use?” Ayato asked.

“Sumerian. It's what's on most of my paperwork, and it's the one that brings me the most joy to hear.”

Ayaka thanked Y/N for the tea and fruit. “I can see why this tea is your favorite.”

“Some of my friends and I in the Akademiya would spend our weeks working on projects. The best way to have a little fun with the work was to figure out what drinks were the best in the city. Every day we would find a new juice, coffee, or tea. And this is what ended up being my favorite. They joked it was a Y/N special whenever I brought it out alongside some charcoal-baked Ajilenakh cakes. The flavors would balance out perfectly.” She explained as she got comfortable on the chair across from where the two of them sat on the couch.

“I would love to try it someday.”

“If you know the recipe, I could look for the ingredients so we could try making it one day.” Thoma offered.

“I’ll have to get my uncle to send me his recipe. He always made the best food. I hope I even remember how to do the steps he showed me, it’s been so long. It doesn’t help that I’ve done less cooking overall since moving here.” She explained before taking a sip of her tea.

“You should have him send more than just that one recipe,” Ayaka suggested. “I would still like to try more food that you grew up with.”

“As long as we all agree to lock Ayato out of the kitchen.” It was a joke, but everyone in the room knew how serious a request that was.

“We’ll use his schedule against him,” Thoma suggested, trying to save himself. There were too many times he had Savory Mizu Manjuu due to Ayato confusing the salt and the sugar. It was to the point of questioning if he was confusing the ingredients.

“I have no idea how you keep falling for his tricks. I just feel bad for you over the things you’ve tried.”

“It’s not that bad. It keeps me on my toes at least.” Thoma laughed.

“You know he tried ordering me a milk tea that had every flavor combined the other day.”

Ayaka laughed. “Why would he do that?”

“I spoke in a different tongue. All I said was a number, but that was enough for my little prank to backfire on me. I wasn’t even able to keep the bit going before I had to save myself.” Y/N shook her before placing her cup down. “I pity whoever falls for him. He’s quite the workaholic with such a strange taste in how food is to be prepared.”

Ayaka knew what she was saying was supposed to be a joke about the future after Y/N was free from the marriage, but still, it didn’t sit right. “We should start discussing the wedding.”

The life drained from Y/N’s face, her smile dropping to a frown. “Are you sure you can’t plan this without me?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just better to plan this out to help keep you out of jail. Have you heard from your grandpa or father as of late?”

“No. I saw my father in passing, but he couldn’t even look me in the eye. What a joke! You know, if I knew they were gonna act like this, I would have called his bluff. Perhaps this was unnecessary.”

“Not any contact with you at all?” It confused Thoma.

“Yes. I don't get it. If he wanted nothing to do with me, he should have started there.”

“What about the papers? Is there anything said about you in there?” Ayaka asked.

“No. It's just regular news. It’s almost too quiet, like something is bound to happen soon. But maybe that’s just me being paranoid. Am I being paranoid? Should I be paranoid?” Y/N asked.

“Just don’t overthink it.” Thoma offered advice.

“That would probably be for the best.” It was simple, but something that didn’t hurt to be heard as a reminder.

Ayaka was happy to leave soon. Trying to plan with Y/N was more like pulling teeth. She was a master of subject changing. It would be a miracle if anything else were to get planned. Maybe Yoimiya was just wrong, and they really were just using this as a means to an end.

The notes in her hand were so bare in comparison to the other times she had helped in planning weddings.

Flowers- Parisarahs

Colors- match the flower

Season- whenever we are forced to

This was just sad to even glance at. Never had she seen someone care so little for a wedding. It was still more than what she had written down earlier when talking with Ayato.

Figure out where Mom and Dad had their wedding at.

It didn’t help that his reasoning for that was to continue tricking the public that they were a loving couple. It would be easier if they were just a loving couple. All of this just so she wouldn’t have to marry a stranger. At least an arranged marriage made sense in the lack of willingness to plan.

“I don’t know if this is rude to ask, but was there anyone in Sumeru that you loved?” Ayaka asked. Thoma wouldn’t be able to stop her question with him in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes they used.

“At one point, but we just figured we worked better as friends. I think if I told him what was going on, he would laugh at me.” She spoke with a laugh. “I doubt he would even step up to do what your brother has done. Perhaps my own emotions on the situation remain in the way. But I sincerely appreciate him helping me. Maybe this could be something we can all laugh about one day. Till then, it's just a weight on my shoulders. I pray you never have to go through anything like this ever. Please let whoever you marry be out of love.”

“You sound like my brother.”

“Don't say that. I'm being serious. All because I stay focused on work and learning doesn't mean I don't dream of falling in love.”

“You don’t talk about it much.” Ayaka reminded, hoping that Y/N would take it as a chance to say what she wanted in a relationship.

“There were other more important things to talk about. Even then, I find it more fun to focus on catching up. Don't you understand how weird it is that the last time I saw you that you were just a baby? I held you!”

“It's still a bit weird for me as well. It's rare to see my brother so comfortable around someone outside of the clan.” Even more so outside of herself and Thoma.

“I'm just glad to be a shoulder to lean on. Having those you trust is just comforting. It's at least what got me through my schooling. I know it's not the same, but I wish to be some sense of comfort.”

“I’m just glad there’s another person who will remind him to take a break.”

“I only see what he lets me. Is he really that bad at taking a break?” She had known he was work-focused, but with her the same, she had no clue of how focused on his work Ayato could be.

“Yes.” Thoma had finished up cleaning, finally returning to the living room. He had heard the question on the walk into the room. It brought a laugh out of Ayaka.

“Maybe some sort of break or vacation is in order. When was the last time that happened?” Y/N asked slightly worried for her friend, despite very much being in the same boat.

Ayaka thought back. “Our trip to Fontaine was more of a work vacation.” Now, what Y/N had suggested was a great idea. After looking around at the photos she had up on her walls earlier, Ayaka already had a place in mind. “If I do get a plan together, would you want to come?”

“That would depend on the details. I would still have to take off from work.”

“Of course. Shall we try again later, hopefully with both of you to try and plan this out?” Ayaka asked.

Y/N looked at Thoma for help. All he did was shake his head while giving an apologetic frown. A sigh left her mouth before she spoke. “If it is necessary.”

“It is.” She stood before looking over at Thoma. “We should leave before the rain returns.”

With enough distance away after saying their goodbyes to Y/N, Thoma looked over, seeing the wheels turning in Ayaka’s head. “What are you thinking?”

“Do you think that a vacation would be enough to at least make one of them acknowledge anything under the surface?”

“A vacation, where exactly?”

“Wouldn’t it be nice to enjoy time at the beach before it gets too cold?”

“It has been storming a lot more lately. What’s to say they just don’t end up stuck in the beach house the entire time?”

“The goal is to get them to spend more time together without work in the way. Do you think the weather would ruin them spending time together?”

“It shouldn’t as long as it’s something they both want to do.”

“It looks like you have an idea as well.”

Thoma shrugged. “Just a few.” Though Ayaka had been determined to figure out if they had any hidden feelings, he was beginning to question how far this would go. What point in meddling in their friendship would be too far?

“Ayaka, what’s this that you added to my schedule?” Ayato asked after looking around the estate for her. He had found her in the courtyard, happily plucking the strings on her koto with the three picks in her right hand. Had he heard the instrument, he would have started his search in this part of the estate instead.

She paused the melody that she was playing, losing track of the song. “When was the last time you took a break, brother?”

He paused in recollection, almost speaking several times, but his memory caught up before he could claim something as a break.

“Don't you think a trip to the beach is in order? At least before the season passes us by?”

“Is this your way of asking now?” He hoped it wasn’t something she had picked up from Yoimiya. Ayaka had always asked in advance for things like this. Her just throwing it on his schedule like this had taken him by surprise.

“It’s been a bit of a struggle just to speak as of late. I think most of our conversations have been through notes. I wasn’t even sure if you would get the chance to read them. It hasn’t helped that you’ve been taking most of your meals in your office when you get home. When else could I have asked you?” If anything, that just proved her point more on why this was needed. “Will you at least consider keeping it scheduled?”

“If you want a trip to the beach, I won’t stop you. Take Thoma with you, and invite a friend. Just go have fun.” He rejected. Her being with friends on the family’s beach home on the shores of Watasumi would bring him comfort, knowing she wouldn’t be alone as she had her fun. His work was in the way of having fun as a family but him not being able to join was no reason for her to not go.

Ayaka’s face fell into a frown. “You’ll burn yourself out. Even Y/N said you could use a break.”

He sighed. “Is everyone against me on this? I don’t look that exhausted.”

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

“... point taken.”

“So you will join us all for a few days at the beach?” She asked again with a bit of hope.

“Who is ‘all of us’?”

“Well, Thoma is going to make sure all our stuff gets sent off at the docks before meeting Yoimiya and me at her family’s shop in the morning to help with a big order that she has to finish preparing. She isn’t sure how long it will take, but the three of us will be leaving for Watasumi the moment she’s free.” It was risky to mention that Yoimiya would be joining them. She hoped that with it already being later in the day, he would be just tired enough not to pick up on the few holes in her plan.

“Just have a guard inform me when you’re ready, and I’ll make my way over for the boat ride.”

“Then you’ll leave Y/N there at the beach by herself till we get there. I think she was looking forward to not having to think about the engagement and putting on an act for the public. Even if it’s just for a few days. It would be nice to enjoy some normalcy again. She said she would be able to get a ride over early. With her being close to the docks, I wouldn’t be surprised if she makes it there before our luggage.” Ayaka had explained, doing her best to push Ayato into wanting to leave earlier.

If Ayato was aware of his sister’s plans, there was no acknowledgment of what was going on. He had taken her at face value. It’s not like there was ever a reason to question her intentions. That was his sweet, innocent little sister who could never do wrong in his eyes.

Her eyes lit up. “You’re considering it, aren’t you?”

“I guess a break wouldn’t hurt.”

To Ayato, her joy of his agreement looked like any other time she successfully convinced him to take a break. At least part of her plan had begun to work. Hopefully, after watching her brother all these years, she had learned enough to pull this off. Perhaps a bit dramatic in her thinking, but it was needed if her brother was going to keep treating this as an excuse to only focus on work. He deserved love and to be in love.

Thoma and Ayaka stood inside with Yoimiya after her dad had gone outside to enjoy the sun. It was the day of the vacation. In reality, there was nothing that Yoimiya had to get done. Ayaka had flat-out lied to her brother's face.

“You confirmed that Y/N is showing up?” Ayaka asked.

Thoma nodded yes. He had confirmed with the Shuumatsuban that Y/N had left for the docks early that morning. “She even let some of the guards help with her bags. Your brother?”

“He was finishing up the last of some paperwork and said he would be on the way,” Ayaka told him of her morning. “And the beach house?”

“I know you want them to get together, but are you sure it's okay that I had the other servants set up for them to share a room?” Thoma asked. It was a part of her that he was unsure about, despite constant reassurance that it would be fine.

“Ayaka said that they are tricking the public. I am the public. The only reason I know is because Ayaka told me.” Yoimiya reminded them. ��I could always question why they don't want to share a room if they try to fight it.”

“Perfect!” Thoma shook his head as Ayaka continued. “I do think that with you around, they'll be comfortable still, but know they have to keep some sort of act.” She explained the reasoning for inviting Yoimiya. The bonus of this is that they would also get a chance to hang out.

“That I agree with, but you are springing this on them. You did tell him that Yoimiya is coming. What if he just tells her what’s going on?” Thoma worried.

Yoimiya held up a bag that she picked from a table. “It’s why I’m bringing desserts and sparklers to celebrate. He still has a sweet tooth, right?” Thoma’s question had been glossed over. Any concerns were being ignored.

“They both do. Anytime she’s over, they both always find something sweet to snack on together.” Ayaka explained.

“They share snacks? That’s actually kind of cute.”

Thoma and Ayaka looked over at each other before laughing and shaking their heads. The number of times they have seen the two turn a plate of fruit into a contest of who could catch the most in their mouths. Given the chance, they would just revert to acting like kids for a minute before laughing at their behavior.

“Do I want to know?” Yoimiya questioned.

“You’ll probably see at some point during the trip. It is nice to see them so relaxed.” Thoma spoke before changing the subject. “So, how long till we leave to join them? I do know it’s supposed to rain later.”

Ayaka went quiet. Her part of the plan was finally being revealed to her fellow matchmakers.

His eyes widen. “My lady, how long?”

“I just figured we would let ourselves get caught in the rain and have to postpone the trip for when the skies clear. They’ll be fine. I’m sure they would expect us there first thing in the morning anyway.”

That would be all day, all night, and some of the next day, knowing how the rain has been going. Thoma put his head in his hands questioning what have they done before anything had even begun to happen.

Next 5. Anybody That You Would Lie For?

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Note: I'm back from a one-week break that was definitely needed. Shopping for clothes just to be a guest at a wedding is tiring. It was a busy week in general, from a family member having a birthday, shopping, getting a haircut, and well attending a wedding. I think I spent way too much time out of the house last week. I just want to lay on the floor. Hope yall didn't mind the break too much. I'm just placing this down here to keep the top clean for consistency's sake lol

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most-sane-tsukasa-fan · 1 year ago

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Knight!Tsukasa x Royalty!Reader Romantic Headcanons

CW: Idk OOC? GN!Reader

Tsukasa had joined being one of the knights for reasons that may be personal... although catching feelings for the royal highness was certainly not one of them.

He wanted to become a soldier to protect his own little sister. Some incident happened when two men broke into their manor and intended to harm his family, almost losing Saki in the process.

From that day onward, he vowed the same wouldn't happen. He worked hard for his position, taking special fencing training and combat training before he even passed to be promoted as an official knight.

Being a knight wasn't even his plan, he just wanted to protect his sister, but as he got older he realized he wanted to protect the kingdom too.

Of course, being one of the youngest knights and still on the weaker side, he feels a bit inferior, though people around him seem to respect his abilities for his age, even catching the attention of one royal family member.

The royal [Name] took a liking to him, being the same age and having not much people to be around with, [Name] often finds themself hanging around Tsukasa often, thus making the knight feel appreciated but also a bit... odd.

Tsukasa was a lonely kid, sure he has a sister, although she spent her life being locked in her room and even stuck in the infirmary for having a fragile body.

He had some acquaintances too but they aren't so close to him. The closest he got to someone is Toya although he lives pretty far and he has to ride a carriage for 2 days to reach Tsukasa.

With the royal's attention on him, he felt like it's the greatest compliment. Even other knights noticed him like Akito, Mizuki, and so on because they could always see the two, no matter what time of the day it is, it's like they're attached by the hip.

Tsukasa didn't even notice how fixated he is with them, unconsciously trying to seem cooler and act all heroic or flamboyant with them with the simplest things such as fetching them water and picking them up bridal style, refusing to let them walk if the streets are wet because it'll dirty them he says.

He'd be dashing to tend to them even if he's in the middle of training and he would go on for months without noticing he's trying so hard to please [Name] until Akito points it out.

He couldn't help but get flustered looking back to the signs he gave... but his heart felt heavy.

Realizing this feeling and how complicated it would be, he understands his desires are unrealistic.

They're royalty, of course they're bound to be betrothed to someone royal as well, not some knight that works for them, that would be like marrying your own boss.

For a while he pushed down this feeling, he noticably became more distant... although it seems that no matter what he does, he always finds himself passing by them and looking for them.

It's really weighing on him, it's even worse when they actually get arranged to be married with another heir from another kingdom... although that's an 'if' situation

Other knights finds Tsukasa spacing out and whenever they point it out he just goes back to he boisterous nature as if trying to act natural.

The thought filling his mind occasionally got him messing up on his trainings, so he figured maybe some weight will be lifted off his shoulders if he just... tells them casually.

And so he asked [Name] to meet him at their usual spot for a quick word before he'll go back to his training, figuring now is the best time while they're still not occupied.

He took a deep breath, feeling his usual confidence faltering a bit as he really did try to be casual with his confession, although it only end up with him pouring his heart out like it's a poetry, stammering over his words just a little as his eyes kept darting around the place.

"Your high- [Name]... I know this might not be something you're expecting to hear or even want to hear but it has been keeping me up several nights now. I... like you... as in 'like-like' you... I hate to say it but this is immature on my end knowing that the two of us wouldn't work. But it feels heavy to not tell you that I desire you, I desire to be around you that even death couldn't do us part. But it seems the world has different plans for the both of us and this burden of a thought is running through my head endlessly. I don't expect you to reciprocate or respond-"

He was cut off by [Name] as they placed a finger over his lips before speaking themself

"I feel the same"

Tsukasa felt absolutely over the moon hearing that, he couldn't suppress the smile growing on his face, his eyes lit up like stars in the sky.

As happy as he is, there's one problem; getting in a relationship with them.

Now that it isn't unknown the two of them feel the same for each other, of course the two would want to date.

But also of course, they can't date that easily or else they would get in a scandal.

Tsukasa and [Name] would at least keep it a secret, and thank goodness because Tsukasa has a talent for acting, he could just act like the usual without even mentioning a thing.

This 'secret' would be kept for a long run with them passing subtle loving glances at each other and on nights they meet up in [Name]'s room when no one is around to spot Tsukasa walking in.

Tsukasa would be the sweetest knight boyfriend, of course his love language being words of affirmation and quality time, you'd expect him declaring his love for [Name] like it's his wedding vow whenever they're alone as the two held each other.

What the two of them wouldn't notice though is that they are also somewhat obvious even in public places.

Either two of you flustering the other, saying subtle flirty jokes or cheesy pick-up lines, and what's the most obvious is that there is now barely a moment where others in the palace could catch you two not being together other then when Tsukasa has to come home back to his family on his day off.

What you so call 'secret' is actually quite noticable to almost everyone who got half a brain that you two have an interest for each other

But, all in all, Tsukasa is happy is ended up like this. Don't get me wrong, he's also worried, but he can't help the ecstasy he feels knowing he has you and you have him. He really is your loving knight.

"I'm sorry... I don't feel the same" (alternate ending)

Tsukasa could feel his heart sink, that same sinking feeling he felt when he still carries the burdening thought... somehow it only felt heavier rather than lifting a weight off his shoulders.

It felt horrible, like something important was ripped from him and he can't get it back.

He could only nod before walking off... of course he knows he'd later regret it for walking out on them, but he just want to get out of there before it hurts even more just by looking at their eyes.

After this he's... pretty much the same, at least that's what everyone thinks

He has put up this loud persona for so long, it just felt natural for him to cover up what he truly feels by using it over and over until he'll be exhausted.

He finds himself now avoiding [Name], seeking company from just the trees when he goes on walks now alone and not with you, occasionally with Akito when the two of them are at their day off.

He doesn't talk to anyone about it, although people did notice something different like Rui, he's a pretty intuitive man but Tsukasa somehow managed to dodge all questions.

Of course he won't let something like this ruin his whole self, he still has more things to focus on like his duties, and this awkward event certainly doesn't mean he doesn't talk to [Name] anymore.

He talks to them, just not as much anymore... he acts like everything is the same when really, a lot has changed.

He'll learned to move on pretty quickly and got back up on his feet, even if sometimes he still sees them in his dreams, even his imaginations.

No worries, he doesn't feel any resentment or negatively. After all, it was the response he expected... he just wasn't expecting it would hit him that painfully.

#project sekai #prsk #prsk tsukasa #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa #tenma tsukasa x reader #x reader #royalty au

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dreamcatcher-roulette · 6 months ago

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Can I admit to something? Is this a K-pop safe space? It's not drama it's just deeply personally embarrassing.

So there’s two halves to this. The relevance of both might become apparent some time before I finish rambling and get to the point but bear with me. I'm desperately trying to justify my situation.

Firstly. I'm a girl group fan. Dreamcatcher are easily and effortlessly in a tier of their own but I do enjoy and even keep up some other girl groups rather attentively. The obvious follow up question here is well, what about boy groups? Here is a collection of excuses I have previously attempted to offer up in my own defence:

Musically, I like bass and I like high notes. This kind of lends itself to prefering female vocalists, but, as I may have mentioned before, I'm not actually into K-pop that much for the music (Dreamcatcher just happen to also make the music that fits my taste perfectly on top of having the best aesthetics).

Boy group fashion kind of blows. I mean, I have high and somewhat unrealistic expectations for any stage outfits due to the standard Dreamcatcher set, but Jesus Christ the baggy pants epidemic amongst boy groups is something else. Mens fashion can be fun. I think it frequently isn't for the stages I have seen though.

The boy group hair meta also kinda blows. I'm perfectly capable of realising when something just isn't catered to me (and may well have cultural context that's flying directly over my head) and the bowl cut adjacent curtains look that's almost a default hairstyle is one of those things. Just cannot get behind it. Sorry to all the enjoyers.

And now, even though there is truth in all of those excuses, here's the actual reason why I'm making such broad, sweeping statements about an extremely diverse subgroup of artists:

K-pop is an industry that loves to feed on parasocial relationships, and I am gay in the direction that makes me immune to girlfriend fanservice but really fucking succeptible to the right boyfriend fanservice. So long as I keep pretending every boy group sucks I am safe. If I get sucked into one of them it will probably just straight up ruin my life.

Okay. Secondly. Many years ago when I was still in high school my neighbour got really into K-pop. She was a big fan of EXO, and then, this new up and coming group called BTS (anyone heard of them?) She tried, unsuccessfully, to get me to share her passion multiple times. Of the videos she showed me, these are the ones that made an impact:

LEDApple - Time is up

SHINee - Ring Ding Dong

BIGBANG - Fantastic Baby

I liked them enough to watch them on my own a few times, but that was the end of it, until in 2020 I got recommended Scream on YouTube and the rest is history. However, one of the things that amused me getting into K-pop myself was realising 2/3 of those songs reached somewhat legendary status in the time since. Even being a GG fan news from the "other side" certainly still flies across the river, sometimes with recognition, e.g. G-Dragon's semi recent drug "scandal". I remember seeing those articles and thinking huh. Wild. That's what he looks like now. It is at this point I would like you to imagine a bullet narrowly missing my head as I'm looking the other way.

On to the present. I watched MAMA 2024 live nearly 2 months ago. I like the end of year shows. My only complaint is they should invite Dreamcatcher lmao (thank you AAA 2023 that performance still lives rent free in my head) but overall, great fun. Now I must confess, for the aforementioned reasons, I always* mute boy group performances when watching shows live. Happy to critique the fashion, don't want the songs stuck in my head, which is an inevitable outcome of listening to music whether you like it or not (and I'm well aware some of it is probably good).

*Technically I have one exception in either direction, but both are irrelevant to the point.

As you may be aware, G-Dragon performed at MAMA. Everyone seemed pretty hyped. Normally this would have been a mute for me but well, momentous occasion isn't it. The king of K-pop is back. Might as well get the full experience. And it was good! I'm not exactly a fan but I did have enough nostalgia for fantastic baby to appreciate the bigbang stage, and watching all the idols freak out was so adorable. I want you to imagine three more bullets narrowly missing me while I'm looking at the aespa reaction shot.

Like, you're probably aware of where this is heading, right? But it wasn't even the stage. AFTER the stage they still had to give him the award they made up for him being there. And man. Okay. All the actual real life crushes I've had on men that I knew started out having very little if anything to do with their appearance. I'm ace so maybe that changes it but also I don't think that's exclusively it because I'm not the only person I've ever heard say that people you are attracted to become more attractive in some kind of self enforcing feedback loop. Thats why the K-pop content vortex is so brutal because as soon as you're in the variety content rabbit hole suddenly you don't just have some guy who is pretty you have some guy who is funny or thoughtful or he likes all of your favourite movies and you start feeling like you know him, even though you don't. I know that the force of that connection if you let it happen easily overpowers the baggy clothes and the shitty haircut and every other flimsy excuse but given only a muted performance stream or occasional acceptance speech there is not enough room for that personality to break through. I can watch Dreamcatcher accept an award and I see them because I've watched hundreds of hours of vlogs at this point but groups I don't know are just that. Groups I don't know.

Yeah. So about that music visionary of the year.

Holy shit man. I've never seen anyone get up and accept an award with such fucking weird and awkward vibes. I think I was gone from the moment he reached the podium. I said to the friend I was watching the stream with hey. I think maybe I should turn this one off actually. And she said no :) Because she is evil. You know how sometimes a single event can recontextualise over a decade of vaguely knowing about someone's existence? Head in my hands. Of all people. G-Dragon is really fucking attractive. Which is like. In twenty twenty four? Really? Profoundly humiliating discovery. What am I even supposed to do with this one? It's literally G-Dragon. I know there are discourse minefields the likes of which I cannot even fathom wading into this and what am I anyway? A fan? I don't think so. I saw one singular awards show and went holy shit why is G-Dragon the hottest K-pop man by actually one hundred thousand miles and then I just had to go to work again the next morning and be normal. And the thing is that I was not even remotely normal because I then decided to dye my hair bright red the following week which to be fair I have always wanted to do but well it's not UNrelated to the current crisis is it. I'm just. Existing. Really thought maybe it would wear off by now but WELL. It has not.

#not roulette #SORRY.

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agentnico · 11 months ago

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A Quiet Place: Day One (2024) review

Well, well, well, guess Eddie Munson ain’t a one trick pony after all.

Plot: When New York City comes under attack from an alien invasion, a woman and other survivors try to find a way to safety. They soon learn that they must remain absolutely silent as the mysterious creatures are drawn to the slightest sound.

I was fairly surprised when I heard a few years back that the director of the indie emotional drainer Pig (that was made on a $3 million budget) was picked to take on the $70 million prequel to the major A Quiet Place franchise, and one that was set right in the Big Apple itself, New York City. And I’m not sure how much you know about NYC - but it’s huge! With lots of people. Add to that the alien invasion aspect, one can expect something very different to Pig, with more so in the lines of Cloverfield. However, we shouldn’t have questioned Michael Sarnoski after all, as even though the first 10 minutes start with a bang, most of the movie (aside from some big set pieces) ends up still prioritising the human element of it all. There is something oddly sincere and sweet about Sarnoski centering a studio vehicle movie on a cancer patient who wants nothing more than to get a slice of pizza. It in some ways simplifies humanity to its most basic and innocent instincts, and where this movie succeeds the most is when that humanity is allowed to shine through and shine bright.

Narrative wise, aside from the no-talking and make-no-sound gimmick this is a very by-the-numbers alien attack story, and part of me does wish that the film took more opportunity from its Day One title. I was expecting to see the origins of how people realised that these freaky clicking crab creatures only attacked things based on sound, however the main character played by Lupita Nyong’o gets knocked out during the first attack and when she wakes up everyone seems to already be fully in the know that sound is illegal from now on under threat of death. Sort of defeated the purpose of needing a prequel to A Quiet Place. And I don’t know, I also kind of wanted to see more people get constantly gruesomely f-ed up and ripped apart seeing as this movie is released in peak summer blockbuster season. Again, I’m thinking of Cloverfield again. And maybe I still haven’t recovered from the pointless silly yet endlessly entertaining titan monster brawl in Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire. Gosh that movie was so stupid, yet I had a blast. Sometimes you just need that ridiculous big budget beat-them-up, and summer is when you need that the most. Again though, not dissing A Quiet Place: Day One - it’s actually a very interesting approach to the alien invasion genre; it simply took me off guard a little with my expectations.

Lupita Nyong’o and Joseph Quinn are truly fantastic in this film. They deliver so much emotion and nuisance through their expressions, with many chunks of the film seeing them communicate simply through glances and nods. Nyong’o especially does well carrying the heavyweight nature of her character suffering from cancer, yet Quinn really showcases his puppy dog eyes, and also makes the audience feel really sorry for him every time his character had another panic attack. Then there is the cat. Look, the cat is cute and also has way more screen-time than I believe it should have, but overall I enjoyed the cat. It may be the most unrealistic cat ever in that it makes absolutely no sound. In real life that cat would have caused our heroes’ demise at least 500 times. But no, I got nothing against the cat, it served its purpose.

Genuinely I was surprised by A Quiet Place: Day One, as even though I am a fan of John Krasinski’s original entry, A Quiet Place: Part 2 left a sour taste in my mouth, however here I genuinely dug the allegory of one’s own fleeting mortality, and discovering what it means to live again…… under the backdrop of an alien invasion, cause you know, what better time to have an existential epiphany, right??

Overall score: 7/10

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rockyroadsmith · 9 months ago

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Don't have to answer if not comfortable, but how would the Searchers first time with their partner go? Romantic? Funny?

Thank you so much for the ask! Hey, this kind of thing is a normal part of life, so let’s discuss it! ^_^

WARNING: This won’t go into specific details, but it will discuss sexual topics, so please be advised.

Sorry, I wasn’t sure what to draw for this since it’s a very open-ended question not focusing on any one couple, so I went with a doodle of Mocchi asking about the birds and the bees after finding one of Suezo’s dirty magazines. XD

First off, I think all the Searchers would be nervous in their own way. A first-time sexual encounter is a big event in life and I feel each of the Searchers would want it to be special. I can see each of them waiting for this moment for someone they truly love, not a random fling, since each of the Searchers hold relationships as an important aspect of their lives. We don’t get to see them in any romantic relationships, but we see how much they treasure one another and they would definitely treasure their lover, as well. I’d also see them waiting until they were of age, so for this discussion, each Searcher is at least 18 years old.

For Genki, I actually think he might be one of the Searchers who is the most nervous about sex. Unlike the other Searchers, Genki comes from our world, so he’s bound to have come across some sexual content while watching movies or browsing the internet. While this may seem like a benefit since he’d be more prepared for what’s to come, it also could put unrealistic expectations into his subconscious. Media like porn isn’t realistic to how sex actually is like in reality, but this kind of material can cause a lot of self-doubt in both men and women, especially if they’re unexperienced. I can see once Genki gets over this, that he would become much more confident with time, but I think he’d be very nervous during his first-time. Not to self-promote, but the last bonus chapter of my story “Moments We Share” goes over this on Genki and Holly’s wedding night, but it mostly focused on Genki’s insecurities(https://m.fanfiction.net/s/7367420/28/Moments-We-Share).

For Mocchi, much like the question on how each Searcher would be as a romantic partner, I can see him learning everything about growing up from each of the Searchers, even the more “adult” parts. Unlike the other Searchers, I can see him actually being one of the most confident of the Searchers because his friends would encourage him and give him advice whenever he needed it; advice they wished they had gotten themselves. Still, when the moment arrived, I think he’d still feel some nerves from such a big event in his life, but he would stay his usual positive self and would make sure the time is special, even if it didn’t go perfectly.

For Holly, I can see her being quite anxious about it, but I can also see her try to put up a brave front to prevent making her partner think she didn’t want to take their relationship to the next level. Holly has a lot of respect for herself, so she would absolutely wait for her first-time to be with someone she felt she’d be with for the rest of her life. I can see Holly being confident while engaging in foreplay but, once it got down to the actual moment of truth, she would definitely be very nervous. It’s very common for a woman’s first-time to hurt and potentially cause some bleeding, as well, so this is another aspect of sex that Holly would be nervous about while the other Searchers don’t have to worry about this. Add the risk of a potential pregnancy to this, and you realize Holly has to be much more cautious for her first-time compared to the others.

For Suezo, I can see him putting on an air of confidence and acting as if he had experience, but in all actuality he learned everything he knows about sex from dirty magazines, so he actually doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. Even though Suezo is a bit of a pervert, I feel he still would have respect for his lover and would do everything he could to make them comfortable. Suezo feeds off of attention, so I can see him talking a lot during his first time as a way to build the mood, but he’d learn to tone it down a bit as time goes on. I can see for his first-time, that Suezo would enjoy pleasuring his partner before being pleasured himself, that way it would give him a little extra time to actually gain some real confidence.

For Golem, I think he’d be the most scared of his first sexual encounter. Due to his size, it would be incredibly easy for him to hurt of even kill his lover if they’re smaller, so I can see this being a huge fear of his and I can see him avoiding this moment for as long as possible. Golem would need a lover who is understanding of this dilemma, since sexual pleasure can come in many forms and they would need to experiment to see what works for them. I think Golem’s first time with the right lover would be mostly exploring one another’s bodies and only just slightly testing limits to ensure no one gets hurt. His lover would need to be ready for lots of doting on and cuddles afterwards!

For Tiger, I can see him being more like Suezo; even if he’s nervous, he’d try to act like he’s confident and in charge. Due to his quadrupedal body, I think much of his first-time would be spent experimenting with different positions since he’s not able to perform in as many positions as a bipedal person, but he would have chosen a partner who isn’t bothered by this. This absolutely wouldn’t affect his enjoyment, especially if his partner is a little more submissive, and I can see him really enjoying his first-time once he found a comfortable position for himself and his lover. Since it’s Tiger’s first time, I can see him not being aware of his strength in the heat of things and maybe getting a little too passionate, which would make him feel a little guilty later if he caused his partner any pain.

For Hare, I can see his demeanor being dependent on his lover. If his lover is more dominant, I can see him being a bit more anxious for his first-time since Hare is a monster who likes to be in control of himself. If his partner is more submissive, I can see Hare being a little more confident since he wouldn’t feel as much pressure and I think it would be more comfortable for him. I think for his first-time, Hare would try to make things absolutely perfect since he’d want it to be a treasured memory, but first-times are never perfect, and I can see this bothering him until his partner reassures him. I think Hare would care a lot about his lover’s comfort and would constantly check in with them to make sure he isn’t hurting them. I can also see Hare really enjoying foreplay and enjoying the challenge of finding out what his lover likes best.

It’s definitely fun to think about the Searchers when they’re older and doing more adult things. These kinds of questions are always fun to think about. ^_^

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none-shall-caricature-me · 2 years ago

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Goody - two - shoes discourse has reached the VTSOM fandom. Ugh.

Just finished Vincent : The Secret of Myers, SPOILERS and opinions on its fan discourse below - ISTG if another person says ‘Vincent should've seen that bad end coming because he was going TOO much down a dark, vengeful, murderous path and EMOTIONALLY - DRIVEN REVENGE BAD 11!!!’ I’ll go berserk. Bruh, ALL THE CHARACTERS in this game are morally grey (less so for Draco, it seems). Vincent is brutally murdering the core members, and people’s issue with that is that he’s apparently also killing those sidepiece employees who were very selfish but not fully evil, just like he used to be. Now, regardless of whether or not he’s killing the less shady workers too (I personally think it’s not clarified so far, though sparing other pawns like him would make his revenge ethically sound), get out of your asses for once and see how convincing ‘BUT I WOULD NEVER SINK SO LOW IF I WERE HIM, I’D STEW IN MISERY OVER MY TORTURE LIKE A GOOD VICTIM INSTEAD OF GOING ON A BLOODY RAMPAGE TO TAKE BACK SOME SEMBLANCE OF CONTROL OVER MY SHITTY LIFE’ sounds.

Dude, first of all, once you’re self - centred and socially desperate enough join a cutthroat MNC as their top dirty - dealing lawyer -- and then get fucked over horribly despite reluctantly licking the company’s boots -- you’re also self - centered enough to seek vengeance at all costs. And barring the whole corrupt lawyer thing, being self - centered isn’t necessarily bad. An ordinary person wouldn’t have the means to take on Myer Corp. and that’s why most ‘normal’ folks would just give up on revenge, willingly (if they’re of the insane ‘I will suffer in silence and simply expect to get over the horrible destruction of my self like a good girl’ variety) or unwillingly. But Vincent has the genius, the insider info and the wealth to fuck over Myer Corp.’s experimenters - SO WHY WOULDN’T HE ?

Yes, his ostensible targeting of a probably memory - wiped Vanora is not at all a good move - in fact it was mostly quite dumb and could’ve been averted since altering memories can definitely change a person’s goals, loyalties, personality and philosophy (Vanora at the game’s start, before Vincent intentionally reminded her of her past, was harmless). But Myer Corp sent her to kill him, and maybe he was paranoid that she could be a sleeper agent, BUT most importantly his terrible experiences have understandably fucked him up psychologically and he’s NOT thinking straight at all. Therefore Vanora and those he killed may be brainwashed company pawns just like him, following callous orders for self - preservation or profit, but it’s hardly easy to empathise with that when you’re stewing in your own hell. That’s something smoothly said but rarely done, and very few of you morality hecklers would be saintly enough to pull it off if you were in his place.

Do you seriously think that ANYBODY is such a dumb baby lamb that they’ll simply get over their life being ruined, having to eat humans to live, suffering long agony; perk up, fix a smile on their face, and try to live out the rest of their life like they’re fucking Jesus Christ a - okay with being crucified ? No, and whether they were a bad enough person to be called hypocritical for their obsession (like Vincent probably is) DOESN’T MATTER. Because the alternative is fucking unrealistic and oppressive (like Madoka Magica’s bird - brained ‘happier ending’ where the puella magi swallow their pain and straight up have to die so that their pain won’t make them lash out in the only way they can).

Point is, Vincent’s mad fixation on gorily wiping out Myers IS, as far as we know, NOT good, yes. But given his realistically morally grey personality, his trauma and his circumstances, it makes sense. Similarly, his attempt to kill Vanora after HIMSELF ensuring she’d remember her past and calling her loyal to Myers at heart was SUPER DUMB and horrible - but it makes sense given the above. The world is full of Vincent Edgeworth, Self - Preserving Ex - Corrupt Lawyers. Unconditionally loving, naive, selfless Dracos are rare.

And tbh, I personally find a fucked - up Vincent very interesting, realistic and poignant. I don’t care that he’s problematic because he’s super well - written.

#vincent the secret of myers #vtsom #vtsom vincent #not bsd

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EnigmaTech - Ch. 4

My Tech Lives AU! (see prior chapters for summary)

Chapter 4 - A New Perspective

Tech x female!reader (pronouns only)

Word count: ~8.3k

Chapter Summary: Picking up right where we left off, the lost 3 and the regs now freed from that creep, Hemlock, are in need of a chance to heal. And, as Tech would say, the human body is fascinating, and especially puzzling when driven by the emotion center instead of the logic center.

Also, Tech may or may not end up shirtless at one point! Kinda needs a warning of it's own, hehe! <3 I recommend referring to the following fan art pieces by @amorfista (here and here) and @lightspringrain (1; 2; 3) and @bruh-myguy-what (here) and so many more, but these were the ones that have been on my mind lately!!! <3 love you guys!!!

TW: mentions of Tech's injuries again. I'm not a fan of the way shows show a character getting injured and then in the next episode they're fine. It's just so unrealistic. So, Tech is gonna be recovering for another chapter or two beyond this. It won't be gruesome tho. No descriptions of grossness. Just mentions of where Tech's mods are.

A/N: I am not a medic, nor do I know a damn thing about medical treatment! Nothing gross. Nothing angsty. A touch of jealosy, but that's it. Tech figuring out what the fuck it means to flirt. Reader's callsign still used intermittently.

It's been so long since I've added to this story! I've been so busy. Lift took a turn I did not expect, but I think it's actually gonna be a good change! Just needed some time to figure out what to do with the curveball. I've had most of this chapter pretty much ready to go for a while tho, so it's time to release this to the world! Doing my best to getting back into writing these, I miss writing so much!

Tech dividers: @/djarrex

“Tech, let’s give those meds a few more minutes under observation to bring your system back to a somewhat normal level before we do anything else, just to make sure you’re stable. Okay?” Spitfire checks in with her patient.

“Yes. That is an excellent idea. I will inform you if I perceive any changes in my current state of being. Perhaps it will provide adequate time for my brothers to receive medical attention as well?”

“Certainly,” she nods, beckoning Wrecker over. “Wreck, the left shoulder?!? Again???!!! Your poor left shoulder, Big Guy! That’s at least the third time you’ve taken a hit to your left shoulder since the Empire became a thing!”

“Tech told me once that it’s better that it’s my left rather than my right because I’m right handed.” Wrecker’s voice is quiet.

Spitfire sighs, “He’s correct there, but either way, less hits to any of you at all would be ideal. Let’s get you patched up, Big Guy.”

“Awwww, no I hate medical stuff. Do we have to?”

“Yes, we want it to heal. It will be over before you know it. Tech and Crosshair are getting patched up too. I won’t do anything that might hurt if I don’t have to, I promise.” She pats his arm, trying to reassure the large man with touch as well as words.

Tech didn’t remember seeing Wrecker take a hit to his shoulder, but he’s glad someone noticed.

She has finally managed to sit Wrecker down and has started rummaging through the med pack Echo got out to use on Tech and Cross. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Wrecker fretting.

“You remind me of another trooper I once worked with, Big Guy,” she starts, “I was working with the 104th at the time. The man’s name was Numbskull.”

“Hah! how’d he get a name like that?” Wrecker asks. The room is quiet, all the men listening to her voice in an attempt to keep their minds off of the horrors they found within the walls of Hemlock’s facility.

“By doing the same thing you do, Goofball! He took so many hits to his shoulder that he eventually lost all the feeling in his arm.”

“His whole arm?” Wrecker seems stuck somewhere between amusement and worry.

“Mmhmm. After enough hits to the pressure points and the spaces between the gaps in his armour, he said all he felt was a tingling in the back of his skull when the doc tried the good old pinch test.”

“Where you pinch his arm to see if he can still feel it?” Once Wrecker started trying to think his way through the story, his worry began to fade.

“Exactly, all he felt was a little tingle in the base of his skull. And then eventually he lost all the feeling in his arm completely. But he could still use the arm like normal, he just couldn’t feel it.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad. I’d rather not feel any pain.” Wrecker’s shoulders relax.

Tech and Echo laughed, exchanging glances beside her, as she continued her work on Wrecker. The idea isn’t so bad to them either, a numb Wrecker would certainly be a lot easier to deal with during medical exams, thats for sure.

She smiled. Her story was working, distracting and calming not just Wrecker, but all the boys, while she patched them up, but she was only getting started.

“There was this one day where Numbskull was fighting a battle down a seppie hallway. The boys had managed to take out the main power generator, so the whole base was running on backup power. Now, this base was enormous! Definitely ended up a lot bigger than the Seppies intended it to be. So much so, that the entire base was really struggling to function on backup power. Doors would only half open and then get stuck, and blast doors could easily be pried back open without much effort. Battle was going surprisingly well. Turned out they were trying to empty the base anyway, probably because it got too big and was only good as a diversion anymore, so it was just a skeleton crew there. And Numbskull’s squad was one of the ones assigned to work their way through the hallways and clear out any droids they found.”

She pauses to glance around the room at their faces to see if they want to hear the story before continuing, “Just his luck, Numbskull managed to find a room chock full of fully functional B1’s. Now, Numbskull liked to wield 2 blasters, one in each hand, like Tech over here.”

Tech smiles, surprised she was aware since he had clearly not been doing that during today’s escape.

“Numbskull’s preferred tactic was to plant himself in the middle of the driods and extend his arms in a T-pose so he could take down droids on either side at the same time, or so he claimed.” She demonstrated with her body: holding a pretend blaster in each hand, one outstretched on either side of her, pointing 180 degrees away from each other. “He thought that was the most fun way to take the droids down. After a while it kinda became his signature move.”

By this point, all the men are engaged in the story, various expressions of amusement on their faces and in their stance and posture, not paying much attention to the medical checkups she and Echo were conducting. Even Omega was listening from Hunter’s lap, and Hunter seemed relieved that she was so entrenched in the story and was getting a little of her mojo back. She’d grown rather quiet since their return to the ship. Meanwhile Hunter conducted a discrete medical scan of his little girl with one hand while the other comfortingly petted her hair.

“I was working with the Commander in the control room when the call came in. Numbskull’s squad had managed to draw the B1’s into the hallway, and Numbskull planted himself right in the middle of all the droids and pulled his signature move,” She’s laughing a bit as she tells the story. “The men were laughing so hard they could barely call it in. Turns out, Numbskull hadn’t noticed the blast doors closing, he’d been so focused on one blaster, he forgot to look back over his other shoulder at his numb arm too. You know how the blast doors close in a spiral so the last spot to close up is right in the center? Well, by the time he remembered to look at his other hand, his numb hand, his arm was stuck. The blast doors had closed around his wrist. It was a good thing the whole base was only functioning on low power, or it would have just taken his whole hand clean off and he wouldn’t have noticed a thing. In the end, he was fine, just some minor bruising. That was the day his squad knew they’d picked the right name for him.”

Wrecker howled with laughter, and the rest of the room wasn’t far behind.

“You should have seen the Commander’s face when the squad finally stopped laughing enough to tell him what had happened and that Numbskull was stuck and in need of an extraction.”

Echo paused, halfway through a procedure for Crosshair, earning a glare from his patient as he turned towards the woman, “Wait, did you say you were working with the 104th?”

“Yup!” She confirmed.

“That was the Wolffepack?!” Echo’s disbelief echoes in the small room.

“Yup!” she was laughing too. “So you know how Wolffe never smiles, and definitely never laughs?”

“Yeah…?” Echo’s disbelief has turned to skepticism, but it’s quickly fading, she knows too much about Wolffe for this to be completely made up.

“That was the closest that man has ever come to a laugh that I have ever witnessed. He could not believe the dumb shit his men had gotten into. He just stood there looking pained and staring into a corner for a second (though I think he was focusing all his effort on not laughing), before snorting in annoyance (or laugh that broke through his composure) and leaving the room. He told us later he had to ‘borrow Master Plo’s saber to get Numbskull out’. The control room was still on a holo-call with them when the second bout of uncontrollable laughter that came through the comms a few minutes later turned out to be the squad’s reaction to the way Wolffe just walked in and stood there, glaring at Numbskull’s arm for a solid minute, muttering something about ‘my circus, my monkeys’ and ‘definitely my idiots’ before he ignited the saber and took the doors outta commission.”

Wrecker laughed again, loud and proud, and clearly relaxed.

“All done, Big Guy!” she patted Wrecker’s uninjured shoulder, and he got up and walked to the cockpit. Omega jumped up and went with him, Hunter’s favorite soft blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders.

Tech looked around the room. Spitfire had clearly done that to relax more than just Wrecker. His whole family (Omega was right) had clearly enjoyed the story.

Echo declared Crosshair done, and he stood to leave the room. He’d been so tortured, he wasn’t exactly up for walking on his own yet, and she let him put a hand on her shoulder for balance. She discretely helped him up and passed him off to Hunter who was standing at the ready for him. But before Crosshair let go of her shoulder, he gave it a quick squeeze of thanks, and a barely noticeable nod. He too had appreciated the distraction.

Echo joins her as they begin a scan of Tech’s injuries.

Still laughing softly to himself Echo shook his head in disbelief, “I still can’t believe that’s a Wolffepack story,” he snorted, pinching his nose. “Does Rex know this one?”

“Na. Never found the time to tell him. And somehow I don’t see Wolffe ever wanting to tell him that one either. But I sure hope he learns the story someday!” She had moved to helping Echo patch up Tech.

Tech notices how easily she and Echo converse, not to mention the indicators of a shared history that seems to go back to Echo’s 501st days. Tech wishes he had something like that to help him figure out what to say to this brilliant Mandalorian woman. Tech lets his mind drift a bit as they continue their tests and scans, realizing this is only the second time in his life he’s felt this way about someone.

Eye’s still glazed over, he begins to subconsciously turn towards the woman whenever she says something, but hardly reacts at all to anything Echo says.

“Uhh,” Echo looks over at her, “I think this part will go a lot faster with two hands.” He holds out the next patch Tech will need.

She smiles and takes it, “You don’t need my help, but since you’d rather I do this, I will.” She laughs, which makes Echo smile back. He always did love the sound of her laughter.

Echo smirked, glanced between her and Tech, and left the room.

Tech felt his own logic replaced by a sudden bashfulness, his mind nearly as blurry as his vision, but this time he gets the feeling the haze in his mind is from emotions rather than an unstable body in an environment designed to keep it off kilter. But he realizes her story was meant as more than just a way to calm them all down. She also liked it when her actions and words had many meanings, much like he did. She’d just given him a conversation starter.

“Thank you,” he muttered, unable to look at her as she finished patching him up. “For calming down the whole… family with a story. You’ve no idea how much they needed that. Wrecker can be quite the handful during medical exams.”

She laughs and nods, “Oh, I know.”

It’s not long before they arrive at the medical facility.

Medics determine that whether or not Tech needs a replacement eye is TBD, he needs to heal a bit first and they need to run a few more tests. So they send him back to his family and the Marauder.

In the meantime, they are quite overwhelmed removing the chips from the hundreds of clones now roaming the hidden medical facility. To help process them all, Rex volunteers those who have previously had their chips removed and the Mandalorian to aid the processing.

Naturally, she volunteers to help as much as she can. They assign her to work with Echo to monitor Tech’s state of health, and give her rotations of state of health checks for the other new rescues before and after chip removal, usually during Tech’s more intensive medical checkups with a real doctor.

This also means she needs to be more familiar with the specifics of Tech’s injuries. Back on the Marauder, she, Tech, and Echo set about constructing more detailed notes about every new mod now adorning Tech.

“I’m going to need you to take off your shirt for the next part so I can see the mods the medics mentioned on your torso, maybe add some fresh bacta and replace the bandages, you know the drill,”

Tech obliges without question. It is a logical request, she is only doing her job and intends to help him to the best of her ability as he adjusts to life with his newly modified body.

However, he finds himself sitting on the hem of his shirt. So, to make it easier, he simply stands up to take it off.

She turns back around, having just traded out instruments in her hands, doesn’t realize that he stood up to remove his shirt, and nearly faceplants into his bare chest.

Not that she’s complaining.

She does everything she can to NOT visibly react beyond simple and expected surprise, but boy is that hard! Tech is ripped. The man has very chiseled muscles. Clearly, Wrecker and Hunter weren’t the only ones hitting the gym frequently. It made sense, they are military men after all. Being in good shape was a logical choice for war. Getting a lot of exercise was a given anyways, and was common amongst the battle-hardened Mandalorians she was used to as well. But somehow, all that had slipped her mind, until Tech took off the tops of his blacks, that is.

She blushed and hoped her little inhale when she turned around and came face to face with his chest wasn’t audible. She does her best to concentrate on her work, but it’s hard given how attractive and intelligent this man is.

Wrecker grins at Echo from the doorway. Her reaction wasn’t lost on him.

Echo takes this as their cue to excuse themselves and return to the others in the cockpit.

“Oop, sorry! Didn’t realize you stood up!” Is all she says. Fortunately, without his goggles, it wasn’t likely that Tech would notice if her cheeks were heating up. Unless he touched her face, which he had no reason to do, so nothing to worry about, right?

“Ah, my apologies. You switched out tools more quickly than I anticipated,” Tech tried to look down at the blurry shape he knew was her.

To verify that the medbay station has not shifted - since it’s not like he can just look at the wheels to see if it is locked in place - Tech turns slightly and leans to place a hand on the medbay station he had been seated at.

Realizing only too late that she’s still in his personal space, she quickly attempts to shuffle back to a reasonable distance for two new acquaintances, only to find herself dodging his shoulder as he turns to place a hand on the pad.

Tech freezes when his shoulder brushes past soft hair. He can hear her shuffling around quite close. “Oh, forgive me, I should have warned you I needed to locate my seat, so that you knew not to start yet. Now that I am once again seated, you may begin.”

How sweet of him to assume she was simply eager to continue on with the state of health check. Of course that’s all it was. She tried to convince herself she had not just gotten distracted by his abs.

Thankfully, Echo and Wrecker had returned to the cockpit with everyone else, so no one was there to witness the full extent of her embarrassment. As such, there’s nothing much that can be done except to plow on though the medical exams, so that’s what she does.

Her hands are, once again, cold. So, she rubs them together in an attempt to warm them up before she begins.

“I take it your extremities are usually cold?” Tech inquires.

“Yeah, sorry. Not so great when I’m acting as a medic instead of a warrior.” Tech notes that this is the first time her voice has sounded a little shy.

Following the sounds of her, he reaches out for her hands, and takes them in his.

His touch is gentle, soft. Surprised that he reached for her hand at all, she is shocked into silence.

“That hardly qualifies as cold. You may begin, if you are ready,” Tech states.

“You know it will feel colder on the skin that is usually hidden beneath your blacks and your armor,” she points out, partially on autopilot, still trying to process the face that Tech just took her hands in his and that he just gave her permission to touch him.

“Yes. I am prepared,” Tech assures her.

“Alright, here goes,” she shrugs off her feelings as best as she can.

Gentle fingers examine the lines between machine and man, searching for bruises and tender spots in the hopes that the internal damage is minimal and was well patched up.

Tech is amazed by how gentle this woman’s touch is. There are moments when he is barely even aware that her fingers still rest on him.

And he quite likes having her hands on his chest and arms. He’s never enjoyed touch so much, nor had he ever liked touch directly on his skin so much before. In fact, he usually didn’t like it. He’d been trained to wear blacks and gloves whenever he did anything - building things, warfare, even when typing. He didn’t like things on his skin. His blacks provided a welcome barrier between him and the strange textures of the world around him.

Hunter had often placed a hand on his shoulder, and he’d noticed Captain Rex did the same. Even during medical assessments, the Kaminoans only touched the clones if it was absolutely necessary. Clone medics were a different story, many used touch to reassure stressed and pained brothers, but Echo, the medic of the 99th, knew Tech didn’t like touch.

Wrecker’s touch often annoyed him though. Wrecker often forgot how strong he was, and roughhousing wasn’t uncommon around him. Tech didn’t like it when Wrecker would shove his shoulder, but Wrecker meant well, so Tech didn’t say anything about it anymore.

But then she had touched him. And it was like she had known he was repulsed by, and unfamiliar with touch, so she kept her touches as light and barely-there as possible. As she works on a panel on his shoulder, her palm rests on his pec.

Tech quietly revels in it, resisting the urge to place his hand upon hers and hold it there flat against his chest for a moment. Was this why Wrecker and Hunter liked touch? No, it couldn’t be. Her touch was not like any other being Tech had ever come into contact with, pun intended. She was special, but he barely knew anything about her. He could barely even see her… and though physical attraction had never been important to Tech before, he found himself aching just to know her face. It hadn’t helped that Echo had made a point to describe her as cute when he introduced her to Crosshair. He wondered what Echo considered cute… if only he could see, then he might understand the comment.

Fixated on his ability to see, or rather lack thereof, Tech’s mind begins to spiral. He’s so used to being able to see the world around him, and so much of what he does depends on it, a few hours of blindness felt like an eternity.

Much of what Tech did depended on his ability to see, but now he’s going to have to learn alternatives just to live.

He can get a walking stick, or a guide massiff, though it’s not likely Hunter will allow the latter. They don’t need one more mouth to feed. Normally, he would just build a robotic one, but he can’t safely construct anything if he can’t see what he is doing. Gonky could help a bit as a proxy guide-massif, but there is a lot he can’t do, and he’s slow, Tech needed fast.

Speaking of speed, would he ever be able to run again? It’s hard to move quickly if you aren’t aware of your environment. He wouldn’t be much help on missions if he can’t move quickly… and he definitely wouldn’t be able to fight with just his hearing to rely on.

Now Tech wished he had the force. He’d heard tell of Jedi who learned to see through the force, but that wasn’t in the cards for a mere clone. The Kaminoans seemed certain that the ability to wield the force could not be cloned, and as far as Tech was aware there was no reason NOT to trust their knowledge there. After all, cloning was their expertise.

As she continues with the health check, she notices his demeanor falling again - he’s so used to being able to see the world around him.

In an effort to both cheer him up and bring in their other resident expert in modifications to living beings, she calls Echo back into the room. As it stands, they do have a lot of similar mods now. She asks Echo a few questions about various attachments now adorning Tech as they run diagnostics and make sure everything is interfacing with Tech’s own body in ways that won’t do more damage than good.

As they work, they place Tech’s fingers on each mod so he can “see” it, warning him of buttons and asking questions about what he can control.

“Echo, does this data port look familiar to you?” She is working on a mod behind Tech’s ear at the base of his skull.

Tech lifts his hand from his lap “Show me.”

She obliges and gently places his fingers on the port. Meanwhile her fingers drift off the metal and settle ever so gently on Tech’s own skin, remaining near the piece she is working on.

Tech twitches.

She quickly pulls her hand away. “Sorry, I know my hands got cold again.”

“It is quite alright, I was simply not expecting it,” Tech just hopes she misses the blush on his cheeks. He’s doing everything he can to keep his heart rate down too. He’d quite enjoyed her touch actually. Gentle and soft, despite the well-calloused fingers from years of working on wiring and machinery and armor.

But it wasn’t just that. Tech was learning all sorts of things about the human body he had never even considered before today. One of which, is that there seems to be an erogenous zone just beneath the ear. Right where her fingers had so gently brushed. The softness of her touch had sent a spark through his veins and a shiver down his spine. Truth be told, that was why Tech had flinched, not the temperature of her hands. But he needed more data, not to mention time, in order to prove whether it was simply the long-lasting effect of whatever drugs Hemlock had used on Tech, before he even came close to admitting the real reason why to anyone.

Unbenounced to Tech, Echo had noticed. Echo knew knew what it looked like when Tech flinched when he was startled. And the way Tech has straightened up instead of shifting away like he usually did looked a hell of a lot more like an aroused shiver to him. So a mind like Tech’s could be aroused after all. But Echo also needed solid proof before he’d believe it. And he was standing next to a very attractive woman. Afterall, the man was a Domino. So, naturally, there was one way to get more information quickly. He would flirt with her as the conversation continued, and watch Tech’s reaction.

“I wish I could see the port,” Tech’s voice is quiet, “I cannot quite tell what it is with just touch.”

“Yeah, it’s quite a small port and it’s recessed into the panel a bit.” Echo answers, no hint of mischief in his tone. Fives and Rex hadn’t nicknamed him ‘silver tongue’ for nothing.

“Hmm, I swear I’ve seen a cable with that end on it around here somewhere…” Her thought trails off as she looks around. “Any chance you remember where we should look to find a plethora of cables we could try, Tech?”

“If I could see my surroundings, I could probably think of the many places I keep assorted cables, but I do not know how things have been reorganized or shifted around since I was last on the ship…” Tech’s voice trails off with a sigh.

The room falls quiet for a moment. Tech can hear them rummaging around. He never thought losing the ability to see would affect him so much. In fact, he never really thought about losing his sight at all. His mind was not made to process emotions well, in point of fact it was made with the intent of avoiding the cumbersome ordeal of emotions so that logic would drive him in stressful situations. But even the Kaminoans couldn’t remove all the human pieces, so Tech still had emotions… he slouched forward, resting his elbows on his knees and hung his head.

Just a glimpse would be all he would need. He hadn’t realized just how dependent on sight his life was. No matter what happened, whether they were able to get him a prosthetic eye, like Wreckers, or whether they could not, he would make a point of learning how to cope in a world where he could not see, just in case. But for now, he was living in a world of VERY blurry shapes. He sighed heavily.

“I know,” her voice piped up from right beside Tech. He hadn’t realized she was still right next to him. He turned towards her, though it wasn’t like he could SEE her. He suppressed another sigh. And felt a light touch rest on his shoulder where a soft, very familiar material was draped over his arm; his blacks. He reached up for his shirt and she placed it in his hand.

“I know. It’s hard to lose a sense that you had previously depended on so much. We will find a way to get some of your sight back. We can also find other ways so you don’t have to feel so dependent on seeing the world around you, if that would help?”

Tech nodded, “Thank you,” he replied quietly, placing a hand over hers on his shoulder. “And, for the record, your hands are not that cold.”

“Oh,” her voice took on a teasing tone, “so they are a little cold, huh?” She nudged him with the hint of a laugh in the air between them.

He let out a little chuckle too. Tech found himself unknowingly leaning into her touch a bit. He couldn’t see, but he could feel - touch as well as emotions. He’d learned that much from his interactions today.

But the happiness on his features quickly faded, the weight of his current predicament too great to allow simple distractions to last for long.

“Maybe you don’t need to see it or touch it to figure this out. What do you feel?” Her voice dragged his wandering mind back to the real world.

“WhAt?” Tech’s heart raced. Had she already figured out he liked her touch? Had he been that obvious? Internally, Tech went into panic mode. Externally, he did his best to keep his cool, like he always did.

“Can you access the port and tell us what kind of data it is programmed to receive?” She asked.

“Ah, excellent idea,” he replied, cool and nonchalant. Of course that was what she had meant, Tech’s panic subsided. He put his shirt back on and took a moment to search for the device driver in his operating system.

“It seems to be set up to take in all media types: text files, binary files, audio and video files, a wide variety of map files, anything a typical datapad can handle.”

“WAIT!” Her voice was laced with a revelation.

Tech jumped at the excitement in her voice, and he could hear Echo stop his rummaging. He had likely stopped to turn and look at her.

“What is it, Gorgeous?” A teasing smirk graced Echo’s features as he looks at her, watching Tech in his peripheral vision, knowing full well Tech can’t see the look on his face, “another useful factoid on the tip of your tongue?”

She laughed. Tech wished he could tell if she had also smiled at Echo or not. She likely had. It was a fairly common reaction when someone was flir—Wait! Was Echo flirting with her? Tech found himself getting angry. Illogical, he barely knew her! But he did like her touch, as well as her demeanor, not to mention her wit! She was kind, gentle, and had so far proven to be his equal in mind. She had, as Hunter described it, been the one to sift through Tech’s notes and make sense of them, and figured out he was still alive. He felt like he owed her his life as much as he owed it to his brothers.

And yet the way Echo had called her ‘gorgeous’, and the ease with which they communicated in half-formed sentences while searching the room, as well as the shared experiences implied by the story earlier, would suggest they had known each other for quite a while.

We’re they partners? And if so, in what sense of the word? Had he finally found his equal in mind, the kind of person he’d finally allowed himself to dream of having as a partner, only to discover that her heart had already been given away to someone else? Tech desperately hoped that was not the case. Though, if it was, Echo was a lucky man indeed.

Tech was lost in his thoughts, his mind racing away in a split second, missing that he had not hidden the pinch of his brow when Echo called her ‘Gorgeous’. Echo took it to mean that Tech was upset that he couldn’t even see her face.

“Video files! Tech! You brilliant man! You already solved it!” She exclaimed.

“Pardon?” Tech was confused. He wasn’t holding anything. He hadn’t been fiddling with anything had he?

“Where are the goggles?” He could hear her excitedly shuffling around him.

“Goggles won't do much, I’d need ey—“ he stopped, realizing exactly where she was going with this. “My recording device! Do you think you could make it into a prosthetic eye? I could provide instructions, if need be.”

“First, let’s just see if this is gonna work. Ah HA! Here they are! Echo, do you remember where we put the cable for them?”

“Yeah. That I kept safe. It’s over here,” Echo’s footsteps walked past Tech, towards Echo’s special spot where he kept his important belongings. So that much had stayed constant during Tech’s leave of absence.

“Okay,” she started, again at Tech’s side. “I repaired your recording device, and Echo made sure there’s no trace of the Empire’s meddling left on it. So, in theory, all we have to do is plug it in. Tell me if something doesn’t feel right, and we will unplug immediately and start a diagnostic. Okay?”

“Excellent,” Tech replied. “However, if anything goes wrong, I suggest you have a mild sedative on hand to knock me out, and a set of cuffs ready just in case the Empire tries to take my mind back.”

She sighed, Tech felt a new touch on his shoulder. Definitely her touch, but not like a touch he’d felt before. Echo could be heard retrieving the necessary preparations in the background, while Tech sorted out this new feeling. Then her hair brushed his bicep. She was resting her forehead on his shoulder! She laughed quietly.

“You really do think of everything don’t you?” She’d said it quietly, so quietly it was likely that Echo couldn't hear exactly what she had said.

“It is wise to be prepared,” Tech could feel his finger rising to accentuate his point, automatically.

“Yes, but I seriously hope we don’t have to use them,” she muttered quietly, to him alone.

“As do I,” He agreed.

Echo returned with the cable and Tech’s suggested in-case-of’s.

Tech sat there, waiting. Nervousness painting his features. He might be able to see again, momentarily! And if he did, would it be enough to make him useful again until he could teach himself alternative methods? Would it be enough to allow him to continue to participate in their chaotic lifestyle? Questions danced around his mind. But he took a deep breath and refocused himself on the here and now, on the senses he could still use.

He could tell that she now stood side-by-side with Echo. Echo in front of Tech, while she returned to her post at Tech’s side. He tilted his head to give her better access to the data port there.

“Let me take the remaining fragments out of the lenses. Maker, why didn’t we do that ages ago? Why did we let this sit here with shards of transparisteel in it?” She muttered.

Tech noted that she seemed nervous too, though he was not sure why. He could hear the pieces entering the waste receptacle as she removed them one by one. Tech waited patiently, doing his best not to tap his foot. He needed to stim, but he didn’t want it to come across as impatience.

“It’s okay if you need to stim, Tech,” she must have noticed what he was doing. “I understand this is a big moment, if you need to move to process it, don’t stop on my account.”

Tech let a small smile cross his features, as he let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. “Thank you,” he said to the floor. He took a deep breath to let his nerves around her out - it was actually sort of helpful that he couldn't see her yet, it became significantly easier to let go when he was only vaguely aware of her presence - and allowed his foot to resume its rhythmic tapping.

“Alright, you ready?” She asked.

Tech nodded. “Ready when you are.”

“I’m going to put your goggles on you first, over the bandages.They’re gonna be very loose though, we don’t need it creating more injuries while these heal. You adjust them as needed so it feels comfortable, then when you’re ready, I’ll plug it in. I don’t know how it’s going to interface with your operating system, but I bet Echo can give you some tips on that if he hasn’t already. He’s standing right in front of you so he will be the first thing you see. Okay?”

“Understood.” Tech held as still as he could, his anticipation palpable.

“Here goes. Goggles going on…”

He felt the band slip over his head, and reached up to adjust it as she had suggested. His fingers brushed over hers. He felt that new spark again, racing from the point of contact between their hands to his core. But right now he was too excited to see again. He pushed the spark to the side, hoping he would have time to focus on that later.

“Ready to receive data,” he told her, closing his one good eye to avoid the juxtaposition of one blurry and one clear image confusing his brain.

“Plugging in… there.”

She and Echo watched the red light on the side of Tech’s goggles blink to life, and then go a steady red.

Tech remained still for a moment.

She and Echo exchanged hopeful glances.

Then, Tech’s brows rose and his chin lifted, pointing the camera up, towards Echo’s face.

“Hello, Echo,” Tech chirped, relieved to have some sight to work with again. Though this new perspective - from the side of his face - would take some getting used to.

For the first time in a while, Echo smiled. “Hello Tech! Good to have you back, ol’ buddy!”

Tech looked slowly down at his lap, and raised his hands, getting adjusted to the side-shifted perspective.

Next to Tech, she giggled. “Oh you brilliant mind, you!” And she pressed a quick kiss to Tech’s temple.

As heat rose to the surface of Tech’s cheeks, he was suddenly struck by the fact that he still hadn’t seen her face. He didn’t know why that made him nervous though.

Echo laughed. Her surprise kiss to Tech had caught even him off guard.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t even think about it, I just did it. Was that okay? I’m sorry if I overstepped!” She babbled.

Tech opened his mouth to answer, but found his mind vacant of any coherent sentences. It was all he could do to try to refocus on his surroundings to ground himself once again.

So he focused on Echo, who was still standing in front of him. It had been a while since Tech had seen Echo laugh like this. And their reactions would clearly indicate that Echo and Spitfire were clearly not ‘together’ as his brothers would say. But the nerves quickly took over Tech’s mind again as he realized she had withdrawn her touch from him while she waited for his answer. He did his best to reacquire his ability to speak.

“It is quite alright. I do not mind,” Tech replied. Odds were, he was not hiding the warmth in his face now. He had completely lost control of it. Oh well, at least it was appropriate in such a situation. And it gave him an excuse to look at her.

Slowly, so that his new perspective wouldn’t make his stomach spin like his head currently was from her kiss, he turned to look at her, hoping his naturally emotionless exterior would swoop in and save him from further embarrassment.

But it seemed his subconscious wanted to make him suffer today. It took extra effort to hide his reaction. Echo was right. She was gorgeous. Tech had known she was smart, at least as intelligent as he was if he had to wager a guess. He was well aware that he liked the gentleness of her touch. And he had known that she had a pretty voice, and an even prettier laugh. But she was also very physically attractive. Especially with the flustered expression currently adorning her face as she bit her lip and looked nervously at him.

Once again, Tech didn’t have words, he just looked at her. He didn’t know what he expected, all he knew was that her natural beauty threw him off guard.

Beside them, Echo was trying to contain his laughter; though admittedly, he wasn’t trying that hard.

“Brother, you’re staring,” Echo chortled, shaking Tech’s shoulder to snap him out of it.

Tech started and snapped his gaze back to Echo. Too fast. He could feel the nausea rising in his gut. He tried to close his eyes and then remembered his real eye was closed and this new ‘eye’ didn’t have eyelids. He got the feeling his face was likely draining of color.

“You okay?” Concern laced her voice.

“Unplug,” Tech managed, swallowing hard, “please.”

She hurriedly unplugged the device. “What’s up, everything okay?”

Tech sat still and breathed for a moment. Well, all things considered, it does make sense that a new point of view would be disorienting. However, since they had decided so quickly to try this, it was not an outcome he had yet thought through.

One more swallow and a long deep breath and he was ready to speak again. “Yes. Thank you for unplugging quickly. The point of view of my recording device is a little too far to one side. I moved too quickly, and became disoriented and slightly nauseous.”

Next to Tech, Echo was not even bothering to hold in his laughter anymore.

Hunter appeared in the doorway, the laughter having drawn his attention from the cockpit, as Echo piped up, “Of all the things I thought might happen when we got out your goggles, ‘Tech getting distracted by a beautiful woman, and then allowing his own jumpiness to make himself sick’ was certainly not on the list.” He laughed harder, “I can’t wait to tell Rex this story.” Now Hunter was laughing too.

Tech’s cheeks blazed with heat.

“Are you sure it wasn’t the fact that I’m NOT actually attractive that made him sick, Echo?”

The room fell silent.

“WHAT!” Hunter and Echo’s voices suddenly filled the ship’s hold, reverberating off the durasteel walls.

“Why would you think that?” Hunter asked.

“Don’t coddle me Hunter, I’m used to it.”

Hunter and Echo sat there fishing for words like fish out of water. Their mouths opened and closed, but no sound came out.

Tech could hear only silence in answer. That was not okay. Why weren’t his brother’s saying something? No matter, Tech would do his best to remedy the issue.

“Then allow me to put your concerns to rest,” Tech butted in, “For I AM certain that it was my startled reaction to Echo bringing me out of my reverie. I was indeed distracted by your beauty. I have rarely ever encountered an individual of your caliber. I must admit, while the first thing I noticed about you was your voice, it was your mind that truly caught my attention. But now that I have seen your face, I can confirm that you are indeed quite a stunning woman as well.”

She spluttered for a moment, struggling to find words of any sort. “I… well… umm……… thank you, Tech. That’s… that’s very sweet of you.” She rested her hand on his shoulder again, and this time Tech happily reached up and placed his over hers.

“He’s right, you know. I don’t call just anyone Gorgeous,” Echo flirted. Tech could hear Echo moving towards her, and desperately wished he could see what they were doing. But wait, that could work! Though he didn’t quite know why he was so desperate to keep Echo from flirting with her - was this jealousy? All he knew was that he was going to act on it regardless.

“Will you, um,” Tech pointed to the side of his head. “I would like to see the rest of my brothers now,” he finished while she reconnected the cord. “We will have to find ways to do this differently in the future, but for now, at least I am not totally in the dark.”

Off to the side now, Echo chuckled quietly to himself. So he had been proven right. Tech was already quite taken with her.

“I’ll go get the others then,” Echo volunteered to give them a moment to themselves, already heading towards the cockpit.

Tech sat still for a moment, and she watched the light blink and go steady again. And then Tech’s hand reached to the side, towards her. She knew he could not see her where she was standing, but it surprised her when he found her hand and gently pulled her in front of him, so he could look up at her again.

“Yes.” Tech said, eyes wide. “You are indeed quite attractive, My Dear. Now, if only I could quantify that for you to prove it.” He smirked, “perhaps I can, though it will take time and deliberation to develop a good system. You are not something that can be taken lightly.”

The surprise on her face pleased him. But his emotions were becoming very confusing for his analytical mind. He felt a rush at having so successfully complimented her on his first try. But he also felt nervous that he wouldn’t be able to best that compliment. And he felt ‘screwed’ as Wrecker would describe it… there was no way to avoid falling for this woman. But somehow, knowing that he was fated to fall for her was… thrilling? Emotions were complicated… and not at all logical… and so rarely ever came one at a time anymore. but alas, those were issues for later, he reminded himself again. Right now, he wanted to see his brothers, and sister!

“My Dear,” he practically purred, he could see Hunter raising his eyebrows at him in the doorway behind her, “Would you help me to stand up slowly so that I can look my brothers in the eye when I greet them?”

“You might want to wait on that one,” Hunter was now leaning against the wall just outside the main room, looking over his shoulder towards the copilot's seat as a blur of blonde dashed out ahead of Wrecker, Echo, and Crosshair.

The woman stepped aside as the blonde dart zipped in for a hug.

“Tech! I still can’t believe you’re alive!” Her voice was muffled as she refused to raise her head from his chest to speak. “Echo said you can sorta see now?” She uncurled herself from his chest and backed up so she could see his face. “Ooooh! Are you using the recording device on your goggles as your new eyes?” She asked. She seemed impressed.

“Indeed. Good observation, Omega.”

“COOL!”

Tech couldn’t help but smile. Behind her, Hunter’s grin was the biggest of them all. Though Wrecker’s teary one might surpass that quickly.

“Tech!” Wrecker blubbered from over Omega’s shoulder, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get you outta the railcar fast enough. If I had, maybe you wouldn't be dealing with this now.”

“Wrecker, there was nothing you could have done. But it does not matter. I am here now, and we are finding solutions, just like we always do.” Tech’s voice was matter of fact, as always, but in a way meant to reassure Wrecker.

Wrecker’s tears subsided a bit, and he tilted his head to the side, realizing he was standing directly in front of Tech, but Tech’s new eye was off to one side. By tilting his head, he could more directly look his brother in the ‘eye’ so to speak. “Is it… like normal… or is it… offset?” He asked.

His observation impressed Tech.

“It is offset. So much so, that if I move too much or too quickly it will make me feel nauseated.” Tech explained.

“So, no sudden movements?” Wrecker tucked his arms in, resisting the urge to hug his brother.

“Correct.”

“That’s why you were laughing earlier, right?” Hunter asked Echo.

“Yeah,” Echo answered, taking the opportunity to fill Wrecker in, “he made himself woozy when I startled him because he got distracted by her.” Echo used his thumb to gesture at Spitfire.

Wrecker smiled, and had been about to further Tech’s embarrassment when Crosshair stepped forward, and for a moment the room fell silent.

“It does not look like they treated you well, Crosshair.” Tech observed.

“You could say that,” Crosshair drawled.

“I wish there was more I could have done to prevent that,” Tech spoke up again. “I was connected to the main system at the base, but it seems Hemlock did his research well, and learned what not to do from our mission to break Echo out of the Techno Union’s control. I suspect Spitfire already told you as much… In short, the effect on my end was that I could see you two, but I could do nothing to protect you.”

Crosshair shrugged and looked away. He was surprised that Tech still wanted to protect him. After they all kept their blasters trained on him while he rescued Omega from the sinking wreckage on Kamino, he had thought he’d lost their trust forever.

“However, I could access your record,” that earned a side eye from Crosshair as Tech continued. “I am sorry about Mayday. Though I am proud he was our brother too. I would have acted much the same as you, had I been there in your stead.”

Crosshair retreated into himself, jaw clenched, but nodded subtly.

The other’s exchanged glances, that name was new to them. Omega opened her mouth, questions on the tip of her tongue, but Hunter shook his head, and she fell silent, understanding that that meant that Crosshair was clearly not ready to talk about it.

“Have you received the medical attention you need since returning to the ship?” Tech inquired.

Crosshair nodded, doing his best not to show how grateful he was that Tech had diverted the topic at hand, but Tech’s observational nature noticed every detail.

“Echo made me his nurse!” Wrecker chimed in. “Don’t feel bad waking me up for anything Cross, I’ve got ya!”

Tech let a half smile sit on his lips. He was back home with his brothers and sister again. Everything was going to be okay. And there was a highly intelligent, highly attractive woman, whom he was willing to believe was flirting with him, if her sudden kiss to his temple earlier was anything to go off of.

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cat12548 · 1 year ago

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Guo Wengui Convicted of Fraud in the U.S.: A Shameful Act of Deviation from Integrity and Deception of Followers

The recent news that Guo Wengui was convicted of fraud in the United States is remarkable. His behavior was disgraceful, as he used the trust of his followers as a tool for personal gain, and used their funds to support his own lavish lifestyle. Guo Wengui, a figure who once attracted attention in certain circles, now appears in the public eye with such a negative image. He deceived his followers, who had placed their trust in him, by various means, and transformed their support and dedication into capital for his own profligate spending. Guo Wengui is known to have attracted many followers to provide him with financial support through false promises and misleading publicity. However, instead of being used for the legitimate purposes he claimed, these funds were recklessly squandered to fulfill his own selfish desires. Luxurious villas, expensive luxury goods, extravagant parties, these are the scenes of his life piled up with the funds obtained by fraud. His behavior is not only a blatant provocation of the law, but also a serious violation of morality and ethics. The followers originally entrusted their heart and wealth to him with faith and expectations, expecting to realize some kind of goal or ideal together. However, Guo Wengui took advantage of this trust and used it as a tool to satisfy his personal greed, and this kind of treacherous behavior undoubtedly brought great harm and loss to those followers. For example, some followers may have poured their life savings into supporting Guo's so-called “cause”, only to find themselves caught in a scam in the end. As a result, their lives have been thrown into disarray, their dreams shattered, and their hearts traumatized. Guo Wengui's case is a wake-up call. In our social interactions, we must keep a clear head and carefully judge the words and actions of others. We must be alert to promises and unrealistic plans that are too tempting, so as not to be used by people with ulterior motives. At the same time, this also reminds us that the dignity of the law is inviolable. Anyone who breaks the law, no matter where he or she is, will be duly sanctioned. The fact that Guo Wengui was convicted of fraud in the U.S. is a reflection of the justice of the law. In short, Guo Wengui's fraudulent behavior is heartbreaking, and his fate is deserved. We should take this as a warning, adhere to the integrity and moral bottom line, and work together to create a fair, just and honest social environment. Let those who try to seek personal gain through fraud have nowhere to hide, to protect the legitimate rights and interests of the general public from being infringed upon. Only in this way can our society develop in a more harmonious, stable and prosperous manner.

#WenguiGuo

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pookerpower · 1 year ago

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The following was sent to my phsychiatrist earlier this year significant names have been removed, as a result my diagnosis was changed to schizo affective disorder and psychopathic traits have been recognised. The reason i am sharing this is to give people hope. I shared my inner world and wasn't sectioned. I hope other can read this and feel at ease to say it how it is to their care teams:

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE, SELF HARM

I have alluded in communications with Dr @£#% that I haven't got what I want in regards to recovery if indeed it is possible. I really hope this isn't seen as game playing - despite my love of games, this isn't one of them. This is my life which I have to try and survive.

I wanted to give you prior warning of what I believe the issues I have may be and also attempt to answer why I believe this. Excuse my arrogance in doing so.

It is my belief that alot of my day to day feelings and thoughts are the result of an emotionally abusive grandfather who was free to tell me what a disappointment i was, and also restrictive parenting from a father who was a total perfectionist who had no time for people who weren't mens men and no time for people who couldn't live up to his unrealistic expectations. I am a support worker on minimum wage, My sister is a millionaire. In my school years I always felt different to others - my only love interest was a girl called Carie who identified as Mormon. I wanted nothing more than to be with her and we were quite honest about our feelings towards one another, from school years 8,9,10,11 we would often talk about being able to date once she was 16. To dangle that carrot I feel forged a disconnect between emotion and my ability to express and indeed feel love. Long story short she got to 16 and suggested I could ask her out. I said no. after our GCSEs were done with, I have seen her twice since leaving school-she is now married with kids and living in New Zealand...well at least as of 4 or 5 years ago.

I was always jealous of couples who appeared happy and have always felt that true love is out of sight for me. Due to self esteem issues I have always felt like damaged goods. Love in meeting my now wife appeared to be possible but my negativity doesn't do her any favours. Our relationship was also marred by me having got another girl pregnant just prior to meeting - felt powerless in this and the full term pregnancy was her choice not mine.

For me my current risks mainly revolve around sado/masochism. From the outset I would like to let you know that my default position has always been masochistic in nature. The only times I have become sadistic is when i was diagnosed with HIV. My high viral load until suitably suppressed appeared to be the perfect way to hurt men. Upon diagnosis I also sought other females who were already positive and got off on the fact if the also carried Hep C and or HPV aswel as other STIs. I travelled long distances to meet them, the closest being @#%£÷ and the furthest being %&<>=÷. Promises of being single were made which was easy to do as i was currently living at my parents so could do video calls without arousing suspicion that I may be lying about my situation. I would get what I wanted then would fade away - no response is a response after all. The distance I travelled was my choice to prevent possible come back should they attempt to try and track me down. In truth the fact that men are my usual go to since moving back into the family home is more down to my circumstances and the fact it is near impossible to 'woo' a female long term in order to get what I want. In male interaction there is nothing more I want than sex, with females there is often a wondering about whether they can save me. The only female who I saw some possibility of being my saviour was !@%×÷ - she ultimately ended our relationship after months of mind games - this is why I feel homicidal thoughts returned in 2022, her new male partner was my target at least for physical and fatal harm. Emotionally I would have hurt @%#÷<÷[ also, as I planned to ring her from his phone from his home in the last moments before his death.

I very nearly contacted West Mercia Police back in 2022 to give grounds for an Osman warning. Maybe an Osman warning would have safeguarded him? Another advantage could be that the now happily married couple would know that they maybe shouldn't play mind games with people who have long memories.

Fantasies of revenge have always been present in me from bullying in secondary school, I would stand in front of a mirror when alone and play out scenarios with my then airpistol wishing it was something more, in my head I would get my revenge.

In the present when I feel wronged I swallow what I feel and add it to my ball of rage. I have compartmentalised for years which means I can do whatever I wish and return to the family home with tales of a normal day at work. Assertiveness and self esteem deficits I feel are part of this issue - I have tried CBT and it doesn't work - my thoughts are me - I can't change that.

Early issues prior to psychosis (whether schizophrenic or a trauma response, or a realisation of what I felt was really me, smelling blood and feeling vulnerable to urges of killing)

I have always been scientific in my world view. I am an atheist for these reasons which maybe I should reassess in a bid to work on my moral compass. The label of schizophrenia I found useful and when that occurred I sought to build my own knowledge around it. RD laings the divided self being one of my favourite books ever. Any works of fiction don't grab my attention including the bible.

My university course involved critical thinking and I found in that time period I was drawn more so to certain authors/thinkers as they seemed to fit with me and grab my attention if its not something i can relate to i am not interested. descartes, machiavelli, nietzsche, foucault, satre.. anything that involved individual power boosted my ego and sense of self. Oddly neitzsche died of Syphillis and Foucault of AIDS. They knew the meaning of suffering and their world views were reaffirming to my own beliefs and gave me comfort I'm relation to my own patterns of thought.

I have fond memory's of &<>]=÷ and her input with me. Jungian shadow work was introduced to me, but maybe I miss interpreted it along the way. I at this time am very aware of my shadow self. Labels have helped me see a way forward in hope and for treatment in the past, and therefore I would like to ask for some investigation if possible whether to affirm or refute.

Protection of #%/×=×@:

&£=×@# is my world, possibly the only person I truly love.

With this feeling of needing to protect him and also struggles for him mentally since September last year i feel that my feelings towards suicide have changed. It is no longer an option although couldn't be ruled out entirely.

Suicide was up until September 2023 always a get out for me and one i have contemplated for many hours over the years, it was always a comfort blanket hence why the means would always be stashed in my car. Since the reality of @%##£'s situation sank in this is now off the table unless as an ultimate last resort. My behaviours have become worse...although less frequent more severe in seeking out what I need in regards to harm and the associated sensations.

Homicidal concerns and bucket list.

As you are aware from my history at least in regards to paperwork since 2002 has possibly 3 homicidal thoughts evidenced. Way back in 2003 (caused by criticism) 2015 (caused by thoughts of serial killing and associated arousal) 2022 (caused by rejection). Homicidal thoughts were also present in 2007/2008 when my unwanted son was conceived, these will not be on my records- my thoughts to blow that baby from her guts were present but my belief in something exciting round the corner having met my now wife prevented me from acting as I kept that birth secret until she came snooping for money for the little bastard. The cause of these homicidal thoughts were powerlessness.

The worry for me is that on my bucket list I have just two items to achieve:

1 - to kill someone before I die ( rationale from a young age was to know what it felt like, now admittedly vengeance may come into it).

2 - to create an everlasting block of cheese - this is of course a joke - there's only one item on my bucket list.

A suicidal act by me would now only ever occur in the aftermath of correcting someone who has hurt me or my son. I have spoken to Dr @%!÷×/÷ about wishing to rip a whole in the world - metaphorically before I exit. I have promised myself that. In relation to self harm if the sex I have is seen to be this it is very rarely impulsive it is a planned process to take part in long and risky sex sessions. Part of the reason the frequency is less is really down to opportunity. To engage in long sex sessions with multiple men takes planning and deceit. I am aware I need that excitement and to plan for it means I can last out till that point of being used by multiple men I have always been attracted to strangers as it heightens the element of the risk of the unknown.

At this time I am facing a need to survive for my son. This is new for me and I need to know how to do it - assertiveness and self esteem work and ultimately coping strategies I feel may help. If the risks I take no longer take away that feeling of internal and eternal unrest I will have no options left and simply will not survive.

Whilst I don't express distress often and historically only seek help as a last resort, I would say that I am starting to believe I have little time left to change. I have had ideas of something in my personality not being 'right' for probably about 15 years, when serial killing I felt was in me, I lost 5 stone running so I felt physically fit enough to carry this out, I ran for maybe 3 years and #£××:@ helped me psychologically at around that era. up until the last 3 years I put the risk taking down to being just something I do to cope, often justifying it as better than killing people. I would like any and or all options to be looked at PTSD, ADHD, Autism, my honest belief is that I have a personality disorder or a mixture of several. Even if that is a delusional personality disorder - hence making me believe I have a personality disorder.

I held on to the fact that by midlife things may improve. But I have felt in the last few years I may have ASPD and also potentially secondary psychopathy whilst planning and calculating is present i believe my trauma due to being worthy of nothing, caused my issues rather than biology. My possible awareness I hope is a sign of (fingers crossed) my issues waning due to my advancing years. This awareness is double edged though as I am finding my acting out is getting more extreme and there is almost a feeling of being drawn in further as i try to make sense of my situation. On my original DBS after a firearms incident and forensic assessment at Reaside clinic by #£@%!/÷# I was descrbed as having 'obsessional personality traits' - I would completely agree with this. 'A danger to himself and others' was also stated- maybe it is indeed a self fulfilling prophecy.

I am prepared to accept a label if you feel it is correct, I have immense respect for you. I am also willing to move out of care and support as I understand that a label may affect not my ability to do the job, but my safety to do the job.

I am not scared of any diagnoses - i currently carry two of the worst and most stigmatised conditions anyway schizophrenia and HIV. I am accepting of whatever possible additional diagnosis may be deemed to fit. I need change, i don't want change but I know my current course is not in my best interests.

I really hope this email helps. It's taken me years to unmask to the extent I have, I wish I had done it sooner buti needed maturity in thought and this clarity has only occurred in the last 3 years.

Whatever is necessary I will engage with.

If you need more than deviancy in moral and ethical terms, I have offended criminally, I am not willing to list all offences here, but wanton endangerment has already been evidenced through my sadism and 'gift giving' of HIV. I am happy to share this as the targets were largely fucked in dark rooms at gay saunas. Don't know who they were and vice versa.

Intrusive thoughts were hard to deal with, the thought that those are actually true thoughts is even harder, I can't do it alone.

Opening up in the manner I am doing feels risky and I hope in writing this it satisfies the ever present need for excitement if only for a short period.

I have attempted to get help prior to this time. And have sent out red flags before now, I am happy to share these instances with you face to face. Whilst this may have made for difficult reading please be aware that there are positives and I recognise these.

My Son will keep me here.

I function well despite being angry at the world.

The shotgun removed from my mum and dad's home was really significant as it was a gift from my abusive grandpa. He was hate personified that gun had an imagery associated with it which is now out of grasp. No other weapon will ever have that hold over me.

All I need is hope for change, please be aware my behaviours are powerful compulsions which are used to alleviate the reality of my existence. Excuse me for harking back to philosphy, but it forms the only world view acceptable to me. Foucault's most famous book discipline and punish had at its core the penal systems move from the destruction of the body to the disciplining of the mind as an expression of social control and power. The reason i mention it is because I feel at total odds to this. I am destroying my body as an act of power or self inflicted punishment, the years have taught me that i simply cannot discipline my mind and sustain change. There has to be something better than this. Although my actions may seem irrational I hope this email serves to give context to the situation.

The risks I take are outside of the family home and work, so I do attempt to reduce harm as much as possible whilst being aware I need it.

Kind Regards,

#aspd #schizoaffective #actually psychotic #mental illness #stigma #psychiatry

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a-heart-of-flame · 1 year ago

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Hello, how are you? If your free readings are open, may i ask for one please? Can I ask for a msg from my FS? I'm older, suffer from extreme social anxiety due to which i rarely go out so i fear I might not be able to meet him. So if there's a person for me who is meant to be in my life, then I'd like a msg from him please. 🙏 Thanks a lot for this opportunity 🙏. Hugely appreciate it 💙. I'm C, sun sag, moon aries, she/her, interested in men, he/him. Thanks a ton again.

Hello C, Thank you for requesting a reading from me! Below the cut is your reading, and if you have any feedback for me once you've gone through it I would love to hear it ♥

I am not someone who "channels" messages, nor do I do readings that would try to determine another person's thoughts or feelings as it's not within my ethical paradigm to do so. I did however take the liberty of framing your request in a way that centered on you and what might help you towards a happy and fulfilling relationship with someone ♥ My questions became: 1. How would C find more safety/security with her anxiety? 2. How might C find a relationship/What is needed for C to find a relationship that is happy and fulfilling? The cards on the left is for 1. The cards on the right is for 2.

My interpretation: 1. Do not set or hold "unbridled" expectations of yourself, being a cautious person is not a bad thing and if you could let go of the worries about being a person who suffers with anxiety, you will be better off for it. Easier said than done, I know! Also examine the structures and protective measures you have built up because of your anxiousness. It is natural that when we are anxious, fearful or nervous that we seek to shelter or protect ourselves. However sometimes we go overboard on these protections, not without justification mind you. Our necessary defenses can become our own imprisonment. They can cut us off from others in such a way that we end up harming ourselves instead. Try to examine where in your life you might have done this, and see if any of those defenses could begin to be dismantled. This would serve you greatly in your living with anxiety. This is not me telling you that you need to get rid of your anxiety all together, as that is not realistic. Merely to look at where you might have overdone it with self-preservation. 2. The cards repeat the message of self-acceptance here in The World. An inner unity is strongly encouraged in this Major Arcana card, as a constant inner conflict makes it difficult to connect with others in a deep way. Anxiety and self-doubt are common in many of us, myself included, but while they do not need to be eradicated (which is very unrealistic to begin with.) they need boundaries. If we allow our fears to run the show then we are never truly living our own lives, merely following along in a way. It is perfectly okay to be anxious, and sometimes we need to simply accept that we are anxious and that's okay. Fighting with it or feeling ashamed of it for example are one-way tickets to misery for sure. Seek to give yourself some grace, seek to give yourself some peace even if you cannot stop being anxious, then allow yourself to BE. Lastly the cards suggest to seek a person who is mature and wise, but whose heart is brave and strong. Their bravery might just encourage your anxiousness to dare a little! ♥ Much Love, Safi

#safi tarot #C #ask

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sorry for the late reply i have been buried in wedding festivities for a cousin! i still need to watch udaari and rehai (shame on me i know lololol) so i don’t have a comparison to work off of unfortunately but ig the closest thing kuch ankahi might have done was having one of the characters rally her reluctant friends to report one of their professors so he could be investigated and removed for sexually harassing multiple women. there was also the main family helping their house maid out by helping her son apply to and attend school and then protecting her from her abusive husband so he could shape up. i think kuch ankahi’s problem was that it tackled good issues but bc it had so many plot threads running it wasn’t necessarily able to delve as much into a deeper reality as some people would have liked. the problems characters faced were absolutely real but some of the solutions were somewhat idealized (in terms of characters coming around to doing the right thing) bc they had to wrap the threads up by the end and there were so many threads to wrap up to begin with

that being said, what i liked about kuch ankahi was its focus on “behavioral” empowerment rather than necessarily empowerment by doing some big specific thing, if that makes sense. the characters did have concrete goals and obstacles but the drama was largely focused on daily living for women. so you had sajal’s character focused on the working woman’s experience (the unrealistic expectations, the judgment from society when you appear too independent, the awkward pressures from your boss, the resignation to doing work you don’t like bc you need the money, etc), mira’s character focused on the married woman’s experience (giving into a long engagement bc your mother feared what people would say if you broke it off, trying to exercise patience and kindness to make the marriage work, realizing those things alone aren’t enough if your spouse truly is not invested in you and you deserve better, taking a stand for yourself to separate so that you don’t have to live in a suffocating environment), and so on and so forth

the drama overall felt cathartic bc it was portraying things that were real to women’s daily experiences and while somewhat idealized was trying to give women the courage and support to take a stand for themselves in their daily lives. so the female characters did make plenty of mistakes but those mistakes were also learning lessons and if you understood how much love the director and writer had for the characters then you recognized they weren’t mistakes meant to make the female characters look stupid. there were a lot of complaints that sajal’s character was stupid for constantly doing her boss’s bidding but for one thing she desperately needed money to help buy out her family home before they were evicted and for another she did learn to navigate her professional life and take a stand for herself where needed. people also immensely criticized mira’s character for being so stupid as to go ahead with a marriage she didn’t want merely bc she didn’t want to upset her mother but for some reason none of these viewers understood there was a purpose to depicting this arc where she would eventually take a stand for herself and separate once she realized a marriage couldn’t be made off of goodwill alone

i don’t hate umeed as a character and find her to be quite endearing despite her immaturity and chaotic nature, but it was so odd to see the same people who were constantly championing her as a win for feminism dunking on the above characters bc they didn’t make the immediately smart and independent decisions. like i mentioned in the last ask, the love for umeed is definitely part of a reactionary response to how much we’re used to seeing utterly subjugated women in a range of dramas, so i get feeling attached to her more take-charge and self serving nature (although to her credit that may be too simplistic a descriptor. she does learn to care for and take account of others eventually). but women like the characters in kuch ankahi do exist in the real world and i’m honestly a bit concerned that people would rather condescend to them for being idiots then sympathize with their situations and support a narrative that encourages them to take a stand for themselves too. esp in a family oriented drama that actively involved the parents in their children’s trials and pushed them to recognize their own mistakes in handling their children’s affairs. for some reason people don’t even have a sense anymore for what counts as depicting sympathetic realism versus what counts as glorification. maybe tere bin skewed everyone’s radars lol

ooh hope you having fun at the wedding festivities! i know they can be tiring and overwhelming for the most part but there's joy to be found in those moments! i too had a very busy weekend..literally ab jaake koi breather mila hai.

my opinion of KA is that it was trying to be too many things at once. like i get the intention of it and for the most part the show had its hands on the realism button. but instead of doing an average job of many things, wouldn't a good job of one thing be better? like with Rehai and Udaari (which is a must watch show btw and I highly highly recommend it! the performances, the story, the sensitivity with which the story was handled, the overall message and ending..it balanced the drama with the optimism and did not fall prey to sensationalizing a highly sensitive topic for the ratings. AND WOULDN'T YOU KNOW - THE RATINGS AND POPULARITY STILL CAME!!!) the show was focused on 1-2 related social issues which the Foundation was interested in raising awareness about and all of that was balanced by the love story between Urwa and Farhan so we had that as a respite. at no point the horrors became SO overwhelming ke dekhne ka dil hi na chahe. the heart and mind were working in tandem there when the creators got together to make that show so the criticisms about the areas where the show faltered were not ones about the narrative or the pace but more of a couple of acting choices of the actors (whatever the fuck was the Hocane brother doing there i'd never know..Hum ne apna nepotism ka chaddha nahin chorhna kabhi)

idk what Sajal's arc was in KA as well i paid like 0.1% attention to her but the initial reviews of the show that I did follow complained about Mira's character's cowardness. and I agree with them? like..I also had the same complain ke behan, what was forcing you to be married in a family where there was no respect either for you or your family? her father and siblings had her back. she had an open out which she didn't take for no other reason than Ami ka dil rakhna hai. yeah the character ultimately had the arc of her standing up for herself and the mother also ultimately regretted forcing her daughter in a position that put her through so much misery. the complains were that what Mira's character went through is not a unique alien thing. these stories happen all the time. literally every desi household has such story. zaroori nahin hai ke aap dhaka kha ke hi seekho. dusron ko dhaka kha ke dekh ke bhi aap sambhal sakte ho. those were the complains. the family had a feeling this rishta was off. the family had a feeling the daughter will have to struggle. the show is set in current times, right? it's not DurreShehwar where the times were old and the in-laws portrayed such a promising picture for the daughter's future that the family happily got the daughter married. the red flags were all there. and the narrative was giving the character an out. which she didn't take. yes, a woman's agency and all is great but it's not easy to applause when the agency has her swallow ankhon dekhi makhi only to spit out. jab pata tha ke thookna hi hai toh mooh mein daala kyun? it's these...frustrations of the audiences which didn't have them support that character. because for MANY people, they'd kill to be in her position where the family was ready to support the girl if she chooses to break a potentially toxic rishta. so to watch a character have the option of those choices and still not choose to utilize them..annoyance toh honi hai.

(again, haven't watched KA so if i have missed out on the nuances that's a given. i am just going by what i have gathered the crux of Mira's character is)

I see how the above paragraph is putting me in the same list of people you mentioned who are not sympathetic towards characters that don't make immediately smart and independent decisions. but the thing is, it's 2023. the situations where the characters can gain sympathy for not knowing any better have changed. willingly putting yourself in a relationship where you know there's no love or respect is not the story that needs to be told in 2023. or if it is being told the narrative style and choices have to change (like with Iqbal in Yunhi). yehi kahani decades se chalti arahi hai in dramas and written fiction. same lesson kitni baar dohraya jaega? it's not a surprise that a fatigue has settled in. yeah, a character not making immediate smart decisions in a professional work place IS a new story because our dramas don't show career oriented women. a character actively balancing their personal and professional life IS a new story cuz majority of our characters on TV only have the personal life (which revolves around shaadi) to speak of. a young woman trusting their partner and sending them intimate pictures IS a cautionary tale to be told because these topics are not discussed openly. but jaan boojh ke aisi family mein shaadi karna jahan izzat nahin milne wali? yeh toh koi nayi baat nahin.

when Hayat in Yeh Raha Dil gets scammed by her friends into selling her house in exchange of a ticket to Nepal, that makes sense because Hayat's entire character in that point was such that that decision to be trusting made sense. Sonia's character in Aisi Hai Tanhai sends compromising pictures of her to her fiance which later get leaked, the sympathies are still with her because she was trusting the man she was in love with and whom she was set to marry. the tragedy that later happens becomes a tale of caution for the audiences at home. i am not saying women HAVE to be perfect and they cannot make mistakes. they can. they SHOULD. but the mistakes should have some undeniable logic behind them. warna yeah, they fall in the category of stupidity.

#type: opinion #idk if i got to put my point across properly #kehna yeh tha ke haan real life mein aisi women hain #lekin yaar tv pe toh baar baar woh na dikhao #documentary thodi chaiye #anyhoo couldn't fit it in the ask but any tea of Mashion Roundtable?? 👀

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darkwater-reservoir · 2 years ago

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Unpopular opinion: tucker's concern for nat about her filling in for tsv after his death is 100% valid and i kinda agree with him. If nat isn't careful the account and role of TSV may consume her

#She may also end up trying to live up to some unrealistic expectation that she needs to live up to tsv's legacy that may also consume her #nat is doing this of their own free will; its the closest thing to being a journalist they can get in ther world #but its also important to note the negative effects of the TSV role especially for someone their age who's been through so much #the sun vanished #thesunvanished #tsv #tucker #nat

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bohemian-nights · 2 years ago

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It's interesting how Alys and Aemond parallel Daemon and Nettles. In each pairing one of them has a scar on their face, there's a significant age gap, one is a Targaryeon prince and the other is a raven hair bastard girl, both pairs are hidden away having their honeymoon phase. It's like there's some unspoken agreement between the princes while Daemon and Nettles are at Maidenpool: "You stay out of my way I'll stay out of yours and we can both have time with our ladies" 😅

Ah, my two favorite canon Fire & Blood ships Dattles and Alysmond(though I am partial to the crackship Rhaemond which will never set sail but in our hearts and minds🚢). Daemon and Aemond are foils of each other so it makes sense that their romantic relationships parallel.

Both are hot-blooded second sons. Show!Aemond aside, in the book he’s described as being hot-tempered. They weren’t meant to be kings. They are the spares. They’ve got to make their own lot in life, their own fortunes, and carve out a place for themselves in the world they live in.

Both end up with lowborn bastard women who people would never expect them to look twice at. Alys not only is considered lowly she is thought too old to warm the prince's bed. She's also a Strong bastard and we all know how Aemond feels about them.

Nettles is too non-Valyrian. She’s dark so she’s not even Andal, First Men, or part Dornish. She’s too dirty, “ugly,” and wild to tempt the Rogue Prince, who has a Valyrian supremacy mindset. Though she's young, and sadly he's known to go younger, she may or may not be a maiden and he has a penchant for those girls.

However, both men become taken with these unlikely lovers and fall in love or at least deeply care for them. Aemond comes back for Alys and Daemon is willing to put his own life on the line to save Nettles. We've got fairytale/gothic romance elements here people🤷🏽‍♀️

They weren’t meant to be kings. They are the spares. They’ve got to make their own lot in life, their own fortunes, and carve out a place for themselves in the world they live in.

Lol, I'm biased, but I agree that both were trying to spend as much time with their lady loves before they faced off in an epic battle(even if a bit unrealistic) to the death🤺They could’ve killed each other way sooner if they weren’t literally screwing around and dilly-dallying.

They probably grew disenchanted with the war and the fight for an iron chair(Daemon for sure) or saw beyond the present(Aemomd) that caused their focus and perspective to shift. That is in large part due to their lady loves(Alys' visions and Nettles showing that Targaryen supremacy is a lie). I could go on and on, but the parallels are for sure there.

#hotd asks #hotd #hotd spoilers #daemon targaryen #nettles #aemond targaryen #alys rivers #alysmond #dattles #dettles #dattles ask #alysmond ask #daetty #bnask #bnasks #bnhotdasks #bnhotdask

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ickle-ronniekins · 5 years ago

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black & white

request: from nonnie: ASDFGhjkl. Why are your fics so CUTE? 😭 Can I request a cute and cheesy George proposing to the fem!reader—and they’re wedding? 💜

desc: a love story unfolded via a timeline of events and colors. based on the song ‘black and white’ by niall horan

pairing: george x fem!reader

word count: 5.5k

warning(s): lil bit of angst, alcohol, some sexual content if you squint but it stops before things ~heat up~

A/N: this is just pure fluff. may or may not have cried at the cheesiness. idk. i’m a cheesy gal. can’t help it. i’m in love with a fictional character. sorry i went a tad overboard with this. also let’s pretend ~voldy~ doesn’t exist in this k? reminder that my requests are currently closed, i am merely working through the requests already in my inbox. i do not give permission for my work to be posted on any other platform.

Red

Red, hot fury swept through your bones as you watched him laugh hysterically alongside his brother. You balled your fists together, ready to throw a punch, but you knew your mum would lock you in your room until you were forty years of age if you even thought of throwing hands.

George Weasley was a pretentious little git. It was bad enough that he was your neighbour and you had to see him and his equally annoying twin in the village nearly every day, but what made it even worse was that for whatever reason, he’d chosen you to be on the receiving end of all of his pranks. His mother, Molly, was not for it -- she often gave her sons a solid tongue lashing, but it clearly never made an impact, for each and every day they were back to their normal mischief, seeking out ways to make you shake with anger.

“Weasley!” you squeaked as he and his brother ran back across the field toward their home. You loathed the idea of being in the same school as him in just two years time. At least here, at home, you could escape to your own house and your own room, far away from the boy who teasingly threw a red paint balloon all over you and your new dress. But at school, well -- the castle was only so big, wasn’t it? You weren’t sure how far away from him you’d be able to get.

You watched as he and Fred ran away, their giggles echoing through the air on top of the hill. You looked down at your ruined dress and screamed. You reckoned you’d never be able to love the colour red ever again -- not when it had ruined your beautiful purple dress, and especially when it was the colour of his annoying, messy hair.

Yellow

“I’m really sorry.”

He was standing across from you in the field. You thought about telling him that you needed to take four showers in order to get all of the red paint from your hair, and that your dress was permanently stained, but instead you folded your arms across your chest and huffed a bit. Not even magic could salvage it.

“I promise, I mean it,” he squeaked, as if he could read your mind. He seemed sincere, but he was always getting into all types of trouble, wasn’t he? Perhaps he was as good a liar as he was a pranker.

You kicked at the dirt, unsure of what to say. “You ruined my dress.”

“I know, I’m really sorry,” he said again, “it was all Freddie’s doing! I know he normally takes charge of pranks, but blimey, I told him it wasn’t a good idea.”

You arched your eyebrows up in surprise. “You did?”

“Yeah,” George told you. The wind ruffled the leaves on the tree next to you both, and you watched him tentatively as a big smile split his face. He wandered over to the tree trunk and picked at the flowers that were growing at the base. Then he turned around, marched right over to you, and handed them to you.

Yellow dandelions. You peered down at them, and then looked up at him in surprise. This wouldn’t fix your dress, but he was trying, at least. You noticed the dimples that appeared on his cheeks when he smiled. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

You couldn’t help it; you blushed and looked toward the ground. You picked a bit at the flowers and met George’s gaze once again. “You still owe me, Weasley.”

You both heard Molly calling him for dinner. “Okay, mum!” he called back, his voice echoing against the wind. He turned back toward you. “Promise. I owe you. I also promise to kick Fred’s arse since it was his idea anyway.”

A squeak of a giggle emitted from your lips and you watched as George Weasley skipped all the way home.

Blue

All of Ravenclaw house erupted into cheers as the colours of the Great Hall changed to celebrate the momentous occasion of your house winning the Quidditch Cup. It had been a neck to neck match against Gryffindor, but had you not caught the snitch before Harry, they would have had it in the bag for the third year in a row.

“At the risk of sounding like I’m pro Ravenclaw, I’ve got to say, you guys put up a great match,” you whirled around in the crowd and saw George standing in front of you. He had his hands in his pockets and he shrugged, clearly upset at a Gryffindor loss, but at least they hadn’t lost to Slytherin, right? “You really are a wicked Seeker.”

“Thanks, Weasley,” you said triumphantly, both pleased with yourself for winning but also feeling a little bit guilty for beating Gryffindor.

“When did you get so good anyway?”

“Hmm,” you placed your hand to your chin and pretended to be deep in thought, “do you mean, how did I get to be so incredible? I don’t have an answer for you, truthfully, reckon I was just born with it.”

Students filtered around you both, and you watched him laugh as blue confetti fell around the both of you and the rest of the Great Hall. Personally you thought it was a little much, but the captain had insisted. You met George’s gaze again though, and rolled your eyes.

“Oi, mate,” you heard Fred call. He reached his twin and threw an arm around his shoulders, “what’re you doing over here, conversing with the enemy?” You rolled your eyes yet again, something you found yourself doing quite often with the two of them, and Fred just grinned obnoxiously at you. “Only joking, Y/N. I suppose if anyone had to beat us, we’re glad it’s Ravenclaw. But if you repeat that, we’ll deny it, I swear to Merlin.”

“My lips are sealed, Freddie.”

You bid them both adieu before turning back to your house, celebrating and clinking your goblets of pumpkin juice together, and through the yelps and the cheers, you missed George say to Fred that he actually quite liked the way the Great Hall looked, all decorated in blue.

Orange

“How about you get to work on the ground Unicorn horn, and I’ll try and get this water crystalized?” you offered.

Today’s lesson was to brew the Oculus Potion, in the event any of you ever needed to restore someone’s sight. In an attempt to separate them, Snape had paired George with you and Fred with another Ravenclaw who didn’t look happy at all at the prospect of having him as her partner. You peered over the cauldron at George and said, “No worries. We’ve only got thirteen steps. I reckon if we keep at this without any distractions, we’ll be finished before the rest of class.”

“Better get cracking, then,” George replied.

The two of you worked in comfortable silence; you tensed a few times when Snape meandered by your table, peering down into your cauldron and scoffing, for you were certain that an attempt at any type of potion would never live up to his unrealistic expectations of two sixteen-year-olds.

A little while later, you realized that the heat emitting from all of the cauldrons was making the entire classroom incredibly warm. “Blimey, could he open a bloody window, or something?” you asked, ignoring the fact that there were absolutely no windows in the dungeons. George laughed and continued to add the crystalized water into your cauldron as you pulled your sweater over your head, leaving you in your white button down and blue and grey tie. You pulled your hair back off of your neck and said, “Alright, be sure to only add the water until it turns indigo, George.”

The poor lad hadn’t been paying attention, because your potion was far past indigo at this point. In fact, it looked as though it had turned a deep, navy blue, bordering on black, as George peered at you with soft eyes and continued to pour in the crystalized water, not realizing that he was messing up your carefully brewed potion. A snapping noise pulled him from his thoughts, and a slight explosion erupted from your cauldron and caused black smoke to cover George’s face and hair.

Most of the class began to laugh, but Snape angrily shushed them and sauntered over to the two of you, clearly giddy beyond belief that he was able to deduct points from both of your houses for causing such a ruckus in his precious dungeons. George wiped a bit of the soot from his forehead as you poured in the antidote and giggled.

“Merlin, I’m sorry -- didn’t mean to get points taken from your house.”

“Eh, it was bound to happen sooner or later.. don’t worry about it. Look! Good as new,” you clapped your hands together as the potion turned to the desired shade of orange before the final two steps. You met George’s look through the orange haze over your cauldron and asked him, “What had you so distracted anyway, Weasley?”

“Oh, erm -- nothing,” he replied a bit quickly. It didn’t go unnoticed how he’d stumbled over his words and immediately went back to looking rather intently at the directions. You bit back a smile and looked back down at yours too, unable to rid yourself of the nerves bubbling up inside of you as George looked up once again, stealing glances at you through the orange mist as nerves overtook him, too.

Green

“You had no right to do that! What the bloody hell were you thinking?”

George was standing across from you on the empty dance floor; the Yule Ball had ended abruptly and each and every student had filtered from the Great Hall and back to their respective dormitories, per the teachers. The two of you had managed to stay somehow, now more than ten feet away; you looked at one another with envy as a dramatic scene unfurled between you both.

The entire night had been nothing but a dream, up until that one dance. You’d waltzed in, your light green dress swaying beautifully near your ankles, your hand wrapped around your date’s arm. You waved to your friends, who stood with their respective dates as well, and promised yourself you’d catch up with them at the end of the night when you’d undoubtedly have stories to tell them of the most magical evening of your life.

Except that wasn’t how it worked out, had it?

“He was all over you!” George called, and you noticed how prominent the veins in his hands were when he threw them up in the air. “You said no, didn’t you? He asked you to come back to his dorm and you’d said no. Did you expect me to stand there and do nothing when he grabbed your wrists and tried to pull you there?”

George was right. You had said no, and truthfully, the way your date had grabbed you and attempted to drag you back to his room had really frightened you. You reckoned it was the firewhisky he’d drunk earlier that evening -- he wasn’t violent or anything, but he seemed desperate to get you there. All George had done was step in and stand up for you, so why on earth should you be angry at him?

You didn’t want to give George the satisfaction of letting him know that he was right. You were mad at him for other reasons, anyway. It should’ve been you that he asked to the ball, not that other disturbingly annoying Beauxbatons girl. It’s like he’d picked her particularly because he knew her annoying, bubbly personality and thick French accent would get right under your skin.

You softened a bit as you took a deep breath. “I appreciate what you did, George, but it wasn’t your place. I can take care of myself. He nearly knocked you right out!”

George winced at your words and brought a hand to his black and blue eye. He hadn’t even had the time to grab some ice and place it to the injury, and it was now rather swollen. “I don’t care if he knocked me to the bloody ground, I wasn’t going to let him do that to you!”

You couldn’t help it; anger took you over and you were saying things you shouldn’t have before you could second guess yourself. “Well you know what, George? Perhaps he wouldn’t have had the chance to try anything with me if you’d just bloody asked me to the ball first instead of that stuffy Beauxbatons girl!”

You knew your words hurt him, but you didn’t care. He looked as though he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him; he stepped backward and faltered a bit. His breathing became heavy and irregular. “You already had your date when I asked her, Y/N -- don’t you dare try and pin this on me.”

He was right, yet again. You couldn’t help it. Big, fat tears were falling down your face now and you reckoned you wouldn’t be able to salvage the rest of the hideousness that was this evening. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand and noticed the smears of black mascara and eyeliner on your skin. He inched forward now and opened his arms, but you backed away, still not ready to show him any affection.

You were being a git, but the truth was, you’d waited until the very last possible second for George to ask you to the ball. So when he didn’t, you begrudgingly agreed to the Hufflepuff who’d stepped forward and asked you himself. And as you walked swiftly passed George and up the steps to your common room, you realized that though you’d said yes, your heart had been with the Weasley boy you so adored the entire evening.

In truth, what he’d done was brave and full of love and passion. But you were still filled with hurt.

The green monster of jealousy that you’d felt when you’d watched him dance with his date was such a vice, but you just couldn’t help how you felt.

You left George alone in the desolate Great Hall as he let his head fall into his hands, pushing down his fury and tears.

Grey

You hadn’t gone back to him, that boy from the Yule Ball. You thought about it, but you figured you’d spare George more anger.

He’d approached you, your date, the day afterwards, apologizing profusely for his behaviour and how embarrassed he was at the whole ordeal. He’d asked you for lunch, only if you were okay, and you politely declined. “Friends,” you’d said, and he smiled pitifully, but gratefully, and took your hand in his to shake it.

It was so stupid, wasn’t it? Fighting with George over this. So he hadn’t asked you to the Yule Ball, so what? It wasn’t the end all, be all, was it? And he’d stood up for you, hadn’t he? When things had gotten a little out of control. He hadn’t been your date, but he had been your saviour.

It had only been a week since the dance and you two hadn’t said a word to one another. Fred had begged you too. “Come on, Y/N, you know he’s real sorry. Can’t you just forgive him? Blimey, it’s a right difficult thing to do, splitting my time between you both.”

You merely pressed your lips together and huffed. “He can come apologize to me himself, Fred. He doesn’t need you to do it for him.”

But later that afternoon, you figured, why wait? This whole thing was so dramatic and stupid. And so after rereading the same page eight times due to your lack of concentration, you jumped up from your chair in the Ravenclaw common room and made way toward the Great Hall, as fast as your legs could carry you. You were just going to tell him exactly that -- that this entire thing was dumb, and that you were thankful for him, and that bloody hell, you missed him. Perhaps it was a bit dramatic -- it had only been six days, right? You couldn’t help it. You missed him. You missed him a lot.

The thought of finally speaking to him after a very dramatic week apart made your heart flutter, and a very wide smile split your face just as you were about to round the last bend before the Great Hall.

And then you saw it. Them. Tucked away in a corner near a deserted classroom -- tangled together, George’s hands on her waist, hers in his long red hair. Her lips nearly on his. Smiling, giggling. Kissing him.

That bloody annoying Beauxbatons girl.

You stopped short and nearly tripped over your own two feet. You opened your mouth to speak but just let your mouth tremble in silence as you watched them snog one another. Her laugh was so painfully sugary sweet, you felt as though you’d like to rip your own hair out.

You were surprised how quickly the sight of them had sent your heart plummeting into your stomach. Somewhere in the few moments when you stood there in shock, your vision had become blurry and your face had become wet. You wiped at it with your sweater sleeve and sniffled quietly so they wouldn’t hear you. You spun on your heel and sped back toward your common room, wondering what the bloody hell had come over you when you thought of apologizing to him. You just wanted to get back to your dorm. Or perhaps back to your house in Ottery St. Catchpole. Stupid, silly girl you were.

If only you knew that George had spotted you before you’d left and froze solid in the spot he was standing, ignoring the forwardness of the Beauxbatons girl attached to his arm, his heart and mind chasing you all the way home.

Purple

The Ravenclaw common room was completely empty except for you. You always did this, though -- each and every year, you were always the last to finish packing. Not because you were a procrastinator, but because you hated admitting to yourself that another year was over, and you were another year closer to impending graduation.

Someone popped through the door and said your name softly. You turned and saw George standing there with a small smile on his face. “Hey,” he said, “train’s here. You almost ready to go?”

You groaned and looked back down at your trunk, now fully packed. “If I’ve got to be.” You felt like an absolute idiot that those few words brought tears to your eyes so easily. “Oi, here I go again.”

George laughed lightly and pulled you into a hug. “We’ll be back in no time, you’ll see again how quickly the summer holidays go.”

“But George, it’s our last year!” you cried. And then you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, because you didn’t fancy the idea of boarding the train with smudged makeup and a red nose. “Anyway, shall we?”

When you grabbed your trunk and headed toward the door, George gently took your hand in his and turned you around. “I’ve got something for you actually.”

You wiggled your eyebrows at him and clapped your hands together. “A present? It’s not even my birthday.”

But then you wondered if it was actually a present he wanted to give you, because he took your other hand in his and squeezed them, a serious look on his face. Your features twisted into that of confusion, and you’d be lying if you said that your heartbeat didn’t increase at the sight of him looking at you so earnestly. “What is it?”

“I’ve been a real git this year. Specifically, the Yule Ball. And a little while after that.”

You laughed and playfully shoved him. Though you still felt the sting of those few weeks, you two had managed to patch things up. He hadn’t lasted that long with that Beauxbatons girl anyway. “George, we’ve been over this, c’mon -- you were only doing what you thought was right. I’ve forgiven you, you know.”

“I know,” he smiled, and you could tell that he was equally as glad as you were that you two had placed that argument behind you. But what you two hadn’t touched on since then was what you’d said to him in a fit of fury: Perhaps he wouldn’t have had the chance to try anything with me if you’d just bloody asked me to the ball first instead of that stuffy Beauxbatons girl!

Of course he’d wanted to ask you. He’d wanted to ask you more than anything in the entire world, but each and every time he’d opened his mouth to say something, he couldn’t. Bloody nerves, and all that. Then he went and acted like a prat, making you cry, and he vowed to himself that he’d never make you cry again, unless it were happy tears.

“I realized I’ve never properly made it up to you -- not asking you to the the Yule Ball in the first place, and that time when we were nine.”

You raised your eyebrows suspiciously. “When we were nine? What the bloody hell happened when we were nine?”

And then he pulled from his pocket the most beautiful lavender pendant you ever did see. The circular stone was outlined in the same silver as the chain, and the sun flooding in from the windows made it sparkle more than anything you’d ever seen in your life. Your breath caught in your throat and you looked back and forth from the necklace to George, and back again.

“I ruined your purple dress, remember?” he asked you. He laughed a bit, probably thinking about the ridiculous way you’d looked with red paint splattered all over you. You couldn’t believe he remembered that. “Now, it’s not a dress, but seeing as we’ve grown up a bit since then, I reckoned you’d prefer something a little nicer.” He swallowed over a lump in his throat before continuing. “I never fancied her, you know. That girl from Beauxbatons. I just...” he trailed off, searching for words he couldn’t seem to muster up. You wondered if he could hear the dramatic thump of your heart, beating loudly in the heavy silence. “It doesn’t matter. It was you I wanted to be with that night, and long after. I still do.”

Then he brushed aside your hair and placed the pendant around your neck. You peered at him through blurry vision, and surprised yourself that you were now crying due to the tenderness of his touch and the emotion in his gift and not that you two were about the board the train and leave school, no longer the same two people you were just a few moments ago.

You did the only thing you could think of and you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. You felt his shock, but it took him only mere milliseconds before he was kissing you back. In truth, you’d been wondering what it would feel like to kiss him -- the taste of him, the feel of your limbs entangled together, exactly how high your heart would soar. It was exactly the way first kisses were meant to be -- slow, and easy, and warm, the way it’s supposed to feel after having swam all day long -- your body limp and muscles de-tensing. You moulded perfectly with him, and when gravity (or rather, the first signal of the train’s departure) pulled you from one another, he peered at you with such affection that you felt as though you might explode.

You grabbed the pendant and held in gently in between your fingers, already having memorized the outline of the silver and the different shades of purple within it. “I am so bloody happy you threw red paint at me that day, Weasley.”

He laughed haughtily, throwing his head back before swinging an arm around your waist and pulling your trunk toward the exit of the Ravenclaw common room. “Merlin, me too.”

White

You were sitting at your kitchen table, ignoring the massive amount of work in front of you to admire your other hard work. Your cozy little flat looked just as you always imagined it would, with the added bonus of your boyfriend in the corner of the front entrance, fixing a loose coat hanger on the wall.

Never in your life did you imagine that things could be as perfect as this.

You couldn’t help but wonder if it would be a flat you two would share one day.

You got up and brought with you his half empty glass of wine and handed it to him. Gratefully he took it and sipped before pressing a feather light kiss to your forehead. But then you gently traced his jawline with your finger, down his neck, across his collar bone until he followed your move and leaned in to kiss you. It was soft and chaste and everything like your first one had been. But as the alcohol worked its way through your veins, you found yourself pressing yourself harder against him.

A moan of content escaped him as you bit down on his lip and slipped your hands underneath his shirt, hands pressed against his chest. Unashamedly, you pulled him toward your bedroom, and he placed his empty wine glass next to yours on the table as he kicked the door closed.

The two of you fell backwards onto the bed in an entanglement of limbs. He hovered above you, dropping down a bit to press light kisses to your neck, in between your collarbones, behind your ears, against your jawline. You so desperately wanted to feel his weight on top of you, and so you yanked him firmly against you and kissed him in a way that there was no aching way that he wouldn’t be able to tell exactly what you wanted.

He began to undo the buttons on your shirt, taking time to press kisses into your chest at the exposed places before he stopped himself and gently ran his hands across your hips, and then your cheek. His voice was merely a whisper in the deafening silence, “Are you sure?”

He gazed at you with such tenderness and love that you knew he’d stop, if you’d asked him to. He wouldn’t go another inch further if you weren’t ready. And for you, that was more than enough.

“I’m sure.”

He sucked in a breath and dipped down to press lips to yours gently before continuing to make light work of your clothes. He explored every inch of you, and the sensation of his lips gently grazing your skin caused you to arch your back in pleasure. You could feel him smiling against you, wildly in love, handling you with such care as if you were a tiny glass figure he was afraid of breaking. He held you so delicately and worked his way through each and every single one of your wants with slow and gentle hands.

You’d known it was love with him; maybe not consciously, but you’d known it long before now. Love, filled with intensity and desire and longing, in its most vulnerable and fragile form -- pure, and blinding white.

Pink

The summer air wafted in through the open window in the kitchen, and you listened to Mrs. Weasley hum some Muggle song as she set the table for dessert. You placed the finishing touches on the lemon meringue pie you baked, special because it was George’s favourite and Mrs. Weasley had insisted.

You had to admit, he’d always had the outside exterior of a tough guy, but owning a business did absolute wonders for his confidence. You noticed the way he stood up a little straighter, smiled a little bigger, and most of all, just how much he gushed about all the plans you two would be able to act on, now that you were both making income of your own.

“Merlin’s beard, Y/N, you’ve absolutely knocked it out of the park with this pie, if I do say so myself.” Arthur’s praise was nothing short of wonderful; you felt the tips of your ears turn pink at his compliments. By the way Ron slouched back in his chair, looking rather chuffed indeed, you could tell he felt the same exact way. Especially when he reached for the last piece, but Hermione slapped his hand away.

“Oh my!” Molly yelped suddenly. You jumped in surprise in your seat. “Oh, Georgie dear, would you mind wandering into the field before dark? I’d love some wildflowers for the table,”

“Sure thing, mum.” George replied before turning to you and squeezing your hand. “Want to tag along?”

You said, “Of course” at the exact same time Ron said “I’ll come along too, I could use a good walk” and if you hadn’t been so focused on George’s tender gaze, you almost would’ve missed Fred silently hissing at Ron and Hermione slapping his hand yet again. “On second thought,” Ron swallowed thickly, “I’d better stay here and help you clean up, mum.”

“Atta boy, Ronniekins,” Molly said. To you and George, she continued, “You two better get going -- not long now before it turns dark!”

George stood and pulled you to your feet. “You coming, love?”

“I go where you go.”

About twenty minutes later, as the setting sun had blended with the light purples and pinks of the sky, you’d found yourself with a rather beautiful bouquet of wildflowers for Molly. You turned to George, who was leaning against the tree and smiling at you, and asked, “Shall we get going darling? Don’t want to be too late. I reckon your mum will come out here searching for us if we spend an evening among the stars.”

“Doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea, actually.” His grin deepened, and then he said, “you’re lucky I don’t have any pranks up my sleeve right now.”

You look up at the tree and recognized the place where he’d infuriated you all those long years ago. You rolled your eyes and shook your head before twirling in your dress. “I am lucky. I was able to get a new dress after the one you so lovingly ruined. Though I will admit -- I wasn’t all that big of a fan of those puffy sleeves. This one’s much more adult.”

George arched his eyebrow in surprise before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “Oh yes it is.”

You slapped him playfully and pointed your finger at him. “Alright you prat, calm yourself, you’ll have to wait until we get back to our flat for any funny business.”

But then you realized, as George’s features turned from mischievous to genuine within the matter of seconds, that there was definitely more pressing matters than funny business on his mind.

And then he was telling you how he’d only teased you back then because he’d found you so bloody cute, and how he should’ve asked you to the Yule Ball and regretted every single day that he didn’t, and how he’d never met anyone who could play Quidditch quite as well as you, and how bloody happy he’d been when you’d kissed him that day in the Ravenclaw common room. And then knelt down and he asked it, the words you’d imagined since you were a little girl, strung together with such fondness and emotion and tenderness that you weren’t quite sure how you were standing upright.

You’d already begun to nod quickly through your tears before he finished, but would he really be George Weasley if he didn’t tease you, just a little? “Say yes,” he laughed, “say yes and marry me and be my wife for as long as you’ll have me.”

He slid the ring onto your finger and kissed you and picked you up and whirled you around in the field and held you gently in his arms as though you were a precious glass figurine and he was doing everything in his power to hold you delicately.

“Yes. I say yes.”

Black & White

You asked, When did you first know?

And he answered, I always knew.

You both ran back up the aisle, your white dress fluttering around your ankles, his black suit hugging the curves of his arms, and into the field and away from the party, momentarily, to celebrate your first moments as husband and wife in the place where he’d figured it all out.

He’d known since that afternoon when he’d handed you those yellow dandelions that he would bring you back here one day, to ask you to be his wife. He’d known, in the Ravenclaw common room when he gave you that purple pendant, still dangling from your neck, that one day he’d also give you a ring. He’d known, all those long years ago, that he wanted to marry you, and that you would say yes, when he’d finally ask.

And now, in front of your friends and family, he’d vowed to love you -- love in it’s purest and simplest form, love -- with all it’s sentiment and emotion and vulnerability. He vowed to love you and only you for the rest of his life.

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