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[cokou]

—MY DEAREST RESEARCHER♡

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—For the past few weeks, your Captain, Law had focused into a research about the side of feminity. (Just pretend he doesnt know much)

And, for the past few weeks, he'd also call you to help him at his research lab. Asking you all kinds of questions such as, 'what does it feel like? ' or 'how does it feel when—' this and that. Some questions being personal as well. —

This was no different day, he asked you to go help him at his research lab. So, of course you went to help him— i mean there's nothing more to do on such a boring day. You peeked inside his lab on a small opening of the door, he noticed you and welcomed you in.

You sat on the stool nearest to him and quietly explored the lab with your eyes, ready to answer his embarrassing questions.

"So," he clears his throat while looking at his notes. "We'll try something different today, but, before we start, wear this." He gave you a, hospital gown?

You sighed, "Are you gonna operate on me?"

.

"No, not today. "

You nodded slightly, "It can't be too different anyway." Just his presence is enough to make your heart beat faster. Now you're wondering how different this would be.

"lay here." He taps the Laboratory Caster (if thats what you call it) , his voice low but commanding.

You looked at him with a confused look—, he had never asked you to lay on a caster, usually he'd ask you these questions on a chair, so, this was definitely different.

"C'mon, we don't have all day" he snaps his fingers at you with a small grin, his look made you think if he's gonna eat you alive or what.

You followed his order and laid down on the caster whilst looking at him, waiting for his orders.

"So,—" He paused. "Spread your legs."

You were taken aback if what he had just asked you to do, clearly embarrassed at the same time, you took your time to process what he had said, thinking that you just misheard him.

"S-sorry? Did i hear you corr—", "Yes." He cutted you off, now you're confused AND embarrassed. You didn't even know what to do, so you just obeyed him and slowly parted your legs. You're not sure where this is going, or how this will escalate. You had so much thoughts going on inside of your mind that you didn't hear what he was saying.

"Ehem, are you listening?" He cleared his throat, tapping his shoe on the floor.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

.

"Nevermind it." He held your hips tightly that you swore he left imprints on it, he then pushed your legs apart, enough for him to see the underwear you were wearing. He had a sly grin spread on his face as he eyes you.

"C-Captain? What are you—" His sudden movements sent shivers down your spine, it doesn't help that his lab was on a cooler side.

"Hmm." He pressed his tatooed thumb on your clothed clit, making you jump and gasp loudly.

"How'd that feel?" He was looking up on your face then down onto your clothed pussy.

"Mh, felt gd'.." You were thinking that, since you and him had escalated on the research so far, that, he took it on whole another level.

"hm, how about—" he pressed his thumb onto your clothed clit once again and started rubbing it in circles. "This?" .

You gasped at the feeling, biting back a moan from your lips. "g-good'.."

He took his thumb back, reaching for his pen and started writing down your reactions— from you gasping and moaning just with him touching your clothed clit.

"Let's proceed then." He placed his clipboard down, resting his hands on your hips once again. You felt him playing with your underwears string, tugging it and slightly pulling it. Once he got a grip on it, he slowly pulled it off you, connecting yourself with a thin string of slick.

"Let's not get excited shall we? It's only a research purpose." You're sure it's more than a research purpose with that grin on his face.

"Uhm..i dont—, exactly know how this helps you.." you could feel the atmosphere inside the room thicken, which makes you have goosebumps all over your body. You pressed your thighs together hoping to get yourself to grip it and stop, but he didn't let you.

"Stay like that." He wasted no time into playing with your now, bare pussy. He traced the entrace, circling around your clit, hoping to get reactions out of you. You, on the other hand, was already giving out groans and gasps as he touches your slick covered cunt.

He stopped for a second, then slowly enters two of his tattooed digits inside your core, quickly receiving a moan from you. He scissored his fingers, twisted, and added one more finger inside. You—, still not sure of what to do, just followed how everything flew.

He took his digits out, wiping them on his clothes and grappled his clipboard and started to write everything down. It's as if he's almost trying to know everything about you and your body, which he is probably doing.

You sit up slowly and peeked onto his sheets—, which are full of written down reactions and how you felt like. You're starting to get a grip of what he's trying to do.

"I told you not to move, yes?" He looked up from the sheets of paper to you,

"Sorry.." you positioned yourself as the position you were in a while ago, which was literally you, laying down, with your legs wide open. It was starting to make you have cold feet, and embarrassed.

You heard the sound of a metal clank, only to be greeted by a pair of a cold hand on knee, with his other hand already on your core once again. He slowly entered two of his fingers inside you, his thumb resting on your clit. With just his fingers, it was enough for you to feel as fuck.

He slowly thrusted his digits in and out, with his thumb circling on your clit.

You were already a moaning mess with just his fingers alone, and— you weren't expecting this to happen at all.

"Enjoying yourself too much?" You couldn't see his face as you shut your eyes so tightly due to the stimulating pleasure that he was giving you, but you were sure that he was grinning while playing with your cunt.

"Mhmore..please..." You already gave in to the pleasure that he was giving you, it felt too good, so good that you could feel your eyes rolling back into the back of your skull. And, it was only his fingers still.

He took his fingers out of you, earning a loud gasp from you, "why'd y' stop..?" You felt impatient as you waited for him to initiate a move,

"Stand up." His tone was serious, but you could tell that he wasn't at all serious. You picked yourself up and stood Infront of him.

"Be a doll and bend yourself over over this desk, I'll be right back." He lightly taps the desk beside you.

He left the room, so you decided to obey him and you bent yourself over the cold netal desk. You felt another goosebump laying on your body as you waited for him to return. It had been minutes, and soon you heard the door clicked, you turned your head to the sound but was pushed back down onto the desk, with your arms for support.

"It's good to know that you obey orders every now and then." You received a loud slap on the ass as you felt him grab the hem of your dress and he lifts it up, completely exposing your bare ass. You jumped at the sudden feeling and press yourself on him.

"Please.."

"Please what? Use your words." He was milking out the sound of begging out of you and it was working, you think hes a total devil for making you do something so embarrassing.

"Please just— touch me..." You buried your face harder onto your arms as the embarrassment floods your mind.

"Alright-ya." Just as soon as the words escape his mouth, you felt him press up his hand on your ass as he discards his pants using his free hand. You felt his cock sprung out as it hit your ass. He pressed it on your entrance teasingly, slowly entering your cunt.

You moaned it response as you felt him enter you, feeling like you were being torn apart from your core. He slowly thrusted in and out, and eventually picking up his pace. Skin slapping could be heard along with grunts and moans all over the room— or even outside the lab. Your face buried in your arms so hard you feel like you're bruising yourself.

He continued with his pace up for longer, eventually making you close to your climax. "m'close!" But god he probably knows just by the way you clenched on his throbbing cock.

"Fuck— me too-" you came not too long later, and him following just moments later. He stayed inside you for a good minute or two, eventually pulling out, making you moan.

You dropped onto the floor, ass first as he grabs hus sheets.

"Ya, thanks for helping me." He was grinning while looking at you now.

"It's research purposes y'know!" You give him a sly wink and a thumbs up.

"Then you won't mind helping me out again, ya? After all it's a 'research purpose' you say."

©Cokou 2024, all works belongs to me.

[vodika-vibes]

tysm for answering my question about corr! I'm so happy to be your first request for him :D could you please write something about reader being anxious about meeting his family on mandalore to the point of not being able to sleep, because she's estranged from her own family? I think he'd be so sweet and comforting <3

Family Meeting

Summary: Corr has been planning on introducing you to his family for ages now, especially since you're now living together, but the closer the day comes, the more anxious you become.

Pairing: Corr Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1462

Warnings: Anxiety, mentions of an abusive family

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: You're welcome for answering your ask! I'm more than happy to answer any questions! Thank you for sending in someone new for me to write (thought Wookieepedia was not helpful about his personality, lol). I hope you like it! I also made a new divider specifically for this story! Yay!

It’s late.

Super late.

Late enough that even your Tooka has gone to sleep, and you, rather tellingly, are still awake. Awake and in the kitchen, anxiously kneading dough to make more bread.

And, you really, really don’t need any more bread.

Tomorrow you are supposed to meet Corr’s family. And he’s so, so excited to introduce you, and you’re trying, so very hard, to be excited too. This is Corr’s family. They’re so, so important to him, and so they should be to you.

But every time you think about an actual family meeting you feel a little sick.

Annoyingly, at this point, the anxiety has grown to the point where you’re not able to sleep. Every time you try to close your eyes to get some rest, the anxiety becomes worse, and you were starting to run the risk of waking Corr, so you just got up.

Your perfect man could sleep through a bombing, you’re pretty sure, so you puttering around the kitchen shouldn’t wake him up.

The biggest problem, you suppose, is that you don’t know what a family is supposed to look like. You haven’t spoken to your own parents since you were a young teenager, and you cut the rest of your family off as soon as you turned 18 and were legally able to do so.

And you know, know, that Corr would sooner sell his prosthetic arms than introduce you to people who might hurt you. Not to mention that these are his brothers and his dad-

But you can’t just forget your family’s words. How they looked the other way when your grandmother was pushing her eating disorder on you. How they blamed you for being in the hospital when you got too sick to survive. How they forbade you from getting the medical attention you needed. How they took and took and took until there was nothing left to take.

How they blamed you when you had nothing left to give.

No. To you, family has always meant pain and hunger and cold and suffering-

But this is Corr, so, naturally, you’re going to grit your teeth and put up with it because he’s more important to you than anything. Even if it does feel a little bit like torture.

You jump at the sound of bare feet scuffing against the floor, and strong arms slide around your waist, “Cyare,” Corr whines your petname, his voice thick with sleep, “Why are you baking at 2 in the morning? People sleep at 2 in the morning.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” You say, honestly, “Did I wake you?”

“I rolled over to wrap myself around you, and you weren’t there.” Corr sleepily nuzzles just under your ear, “I thought something was wrong. Not that you were trying to single handedly bake enough bread for all of Mandalore.”

You look at the bowls of rising dough, there are five of them so far, and then over at the three loaves of bread you already finished, “...I was thinking I’d make cookies next,” You admit guiltily.

He sighs, and presses a light kiss under your ear, “Cyare, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!”

“Don’t lie. I know you bake when you’re worried about something.”

“Do not.”

“Do so.” He lightly pinches your waist, “Come on, cyare. Now I know something is wrong. Tell me.”

“I…you…it’s dumb.”

“It’s not dumb if it’s keeping you awake.” Corr replies logically.

You scowl and press the dough roughly, “How dare you use logic when I’m having an anxiety spiral.”

“Because I know you respond better to logic than emotion when you’re like this,” He kisses your cheek, “What are you so anxious about?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.” He kisses your cheek again and again, and then he spins you so you’re facing him and then pulls you flush against him, and you squeak as you press your flour covered hands against his bare chest for balance.

“Sorry-”

“It’s just flour, it’ll wash off. I’ve had worse on me.” Corr replies, unconcerned, his dark eyes scanning your face, “Should I try and guess what’s bothering you?”

“You should go back to sleep-” You say with a frown.

Corr leans in and kisses the tip of your nose, “Let’s see…are you worried about the new washer being delivered at the end of the week?”

“No.” You pause, and your brow furrows, “Wait, should I be?”

“Nope. It’s all taken care of.” He trails kisses from the tip of your nose to just under your eyes, “Are you anxious about money?”

“Not today.” You grumble.

“Good, because we have more than enough,” Corr says cheerfully, before he trails his lips from under your eye to your ear, “Hm…are you worried about…the garden?”

You release a quiet laugh, “You mean the dead garden? No.”

“Yeah, we really screwed that one up, didn’t we? We’ll do better next year.” Corr promises, he kisses down your jaw, and then pulls back, “Are you worried about meeting my family tomorrow?”

Your stomach drops, and  you immediately avert your gaze, “...no.”

Corr slides his hands up your sides to press them against your cheeks, gently adjusting your head so you’re meeting his gaze, “Oh, cyare. You don’t have anything to worry about. They’re going to love you as much as I do.”

“...I highly doubt that.”

“Alright, yeah.” Corr grins, “I don’t think anyone loves you as much as I do. Because you’re so smart and kind and gentle-”

You huff and press your finger against his lips, “Corr.”

“Sorry. I just think you’re amazing and you deserve to know it.” Corr replies with a lopsided grin, “Anyway, you have no reason to be worried about my family, because they’re going to love you because I love you.”

“Corr, my own family saw me as a resource to be exploited-”

“Your family isn’t worth the air the breath,” Corr interrupts, his gaze serious, “And if I ever have the displeasure to meet the people who made you think so poorly of yourself, I’m going to introduce them to my blasters.”

“That seems excessive.”

“It really, really isn’t.” Corr disagrees, then his gaze softens, “Cyare, my family isn’t like your family. They’re not going to mistreat you.”

“Yeah, but…”

“No buts,” He leans in and bumps his forehead against yours, “Would I ever introduce you to people who might hurt you?”

“You haven’t so far.” You admit.

“And I never will.”

You hesitate but you don’t say anything for a moment, and he lightly strokes your cheek with his thumb, “Cyare, do you trust me?”

“Stupid question, of course I trust you.”

“Then trust me on this. This meeting is going to go great, because if my brothers do anything to upset you I’m going to shoot them.” 

You blink at him, startled, and he flashes a sheepish smile, “I’m a little nervous about introducing you to them too. Not because I’m worried that they might hurt you, but because they know everything about me, and I’m worried that they might change your opinion of me.” He pauses, “I also may have mentioned to Kal’buir that you didn’t have the best family-”

“Corr!”

“No details. Just that you’re a little hesitant about family things, and he’ll keep everyone under control. I promise.” He tries to reassure, “I didn’t want anyone to walk in to think blind, cyare. That’s all.”

“What did you tell him?”

“Just that your family mistreated you, you’re still recovering from it, and that you’re prone to anxiety in new situations. That’s all. I wouldn’t betray your trust like that, cyare.”

You sigh and close your eyes, “I know. And, thinking about it, I suppose it’s not the end of the world if you tell them.” Though you don’t sound sure about it. 

Corr drops his hand back to your hip, “I won’t tell them anything until you’re ready.” He squeezes your hip gently, “Are you ready to try and sleep, cyare?”

“...yeah, I can try.”

“Good girl,” He kisses you quickly, “This time I’ll cuddle with you until you fall asleep, cyare.” Corr kisses you one more time, “And the next time you’re too anxious to sleep, tell me. I’d rather comfort you earlier so you can sleep, than for you to be stewing in your own anxiety on your own for hours.”

You duck your head, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m not mad. Just worried.” Corr tilts your head back to kiss you one last time, “I love you after all.”

“I love you too.” With Corr’s help, you get all of the dough stored in the fridge, and then he drags you to bed, and curls himself around you, and finally, finally, you’re able to drift off to sleep with the sound of his heartbeat steady in your ear.

[maryonmega]

Twin Stars - Chapter 15

Trying (cornered?)

You have to fix this. How in the Universe world you even fix this?

Well starting with the one right in front of you sounds like a good idea!

You put your hand in your chin in the best dramatic shock you can pull, then put your signature smile on.  

"Oh my, do they want to write a book based off pure vibes? And didn't even include me? How rude!"

"I know. And they act all weird about it, like talking about you without you is the right thing to do."

"Good to know someone in this group has manners." Your smile becomes a little more real when you see Bonnie puff their chest with a bit of pride. Oops, you're not beating the allegations like that. 

"Thank you for telling me, Bonnie."

"You're welcome."

Bonnie nods, and starts going back to more near the group, before turning back to you. Oh, right. You go with them.

~~

After lunch, you pull Stardust aside into the trees with the cheekiest grin you can muster.

Your mask falls like lead as soon as you know that the others won't hear.

"Stardust what the actual hell?!"

"What?"

"They think I have a dead baby!"

"Oh." You see the shock on their face, their eye going wide. Would be comical in another context "Bonnie told you."

"They did! What in the eclipse!?"

"I mean, you're old enough for that?" They look sheepish. Panic-ish, even. You want to grab him by the throat and shake.

"That's not the blinding-"

"Hey! We said private!"

Stardust doesn't say that to you, but to somewhere behind you. You hear a squeak and turn to look. Mira and Isa take steps back like the ground burned their feet. 

"Stars, we're here to chat. I even left it at camp." He doesn't look as annoyed or horrified as you thought they would. You hear the pair give hushed apologies before turning back. Hm...

"What was that?"

"A bit of a long story." You're sure it is... "Anyway, I didn't know how to respond. And I could give you a heads up but you keep keeping us at arm's reach..."

"Yes, yes, sorry if I want some space to smother the ember."

"What?" He really is confused. The blinding idiot really is confused. If it wasn't for the spotting risk you would scream. 

"Stardust, do you know what holding a torch means?"

"Yes." He's looking at you like you're the idiot "Carrying romantic feelings for someone who doesn't give them back."

"Good! Now next part of the quiz!" You put your sponsor pose on. You know that, if you still had your star form, you would be crackling like a bonfire "Did it take the loops for you to fall for your Isabeau?"

They open their mouth, then close in realisation. The blinding idiot. 

...

You said Isabeau. 

Not the time. 

"Loop, I'm sorry! I should know-"

"I'm not here to stop your honeymoon phase, but I'm not being attached to your hip while the person that fans my torch is on the other side, got it? Good!" You don't bother with the sponsor voice. Just get this out of the way. 

"Still, I'm sorry. I didn't want you around to make you suffer."

"I'll suffer regardless, comes with the package." You put your signature grin on without breaking eye contact "By the way, you don't have permission to call me Loop anymore."

"Wha- Why?" Why is him so shocked?

"Because that was helpful Loop helping with the loops I'm Siffrin's sibling Sisyphus. Even if we took some artistic liberties. Wasn't what happened pretty much a paperless adoption?"

You know the way he's looking at you. You don't like it. Hate it, even. You don't want their pity. You want to live. 

"Loo- Sisyphus... You want to be my sibling? Really be like this with me?"

"I already am, silly Stardust. We don't have a choice now."

Better answer than I don't know, eh?

"Still, I didn't know what to say. I don't even know what you want me to say."

"Well they know now so whatever."

You two walk back after that. It's painfully obvious that the Beauty Alliance is trying to avoid eye contact. How old were those people?

... That's actually a good question, isn't it?

"Okay, I'm not enduring this while trying to hike." Nobody corrects you. It really is the right word "First of all, you swinged and missed bad. Yes, there's people I miss, but I was never bonded, and I never had a baby."

"See? I said it was dumb."

"Indeed you did, kiddo."

You see the uncomfort in their faces. You did that to get rid of tension, why are them-

"What kind of people you miss?"

... Mirabelle?

"You know, people, who I knew and talked to and stuff."

...

You get the feeling that you just made things worse. 

~~

Even if it's not a mountain, the sight is still beautiful, and the crispy air in your face makes the front hairs brush the skin on your neck.

You take a deep breath. You're aware of the people around you. It's bitterweet.

You listen to Madame. You feel a smile pull at your mouth. The places you can see have names. You're not sure if you'll remember them, but you still enjoy it.

"That's a nice trail, I give you that. How did you guys pick it?"

"Tourist guide." Stardust responds, with a smirk, like it's something to be proud of.

You roll your eyes.

"Of course, of course. Best way, am I right?"

"Hey! We didn't exactly choose the first path because it was pretty."

You keep your smirk on. It's still fun to tease Stardust.

The focus of your sight shift like a mirror trick. The Fighter Isabeau is looking in this direction. You know inside you that, if this was a play, this would be a great moment for the "what a beautiful sight"/"beautiful indeed" exchange. Too bad you grabbed that script and declared you were doing improv.

You... have to face this, sooner or later. You'd rather wait, but, you have a perfect opening right now. You should, use it? Do what you preach?

Since when you're the one on the moral high ground?

Your group enjoy the place, in general. You even climb a tree like you did on those first days. It's nice. Doing something due to wanting to and not out of need.

You enjoy the high place, the breeze, everything. High, but not too high. Refreshing. That aspect is all over the trail area that you all cover for the afternoon before making camp. 

You help set it up with the leftover sunlight. It's clearly somewhere people have camped before, you're not hurting the local flora. You see the two lady Saviors prepare to start today's tutoring with a crafted light. Keeping their part of the deal. 

When you're all done with the tents, you wave over the Fighter Isabeau and get to some of the rocks around. You use your hat to help hide your own nerves, the low dark works in your favor. Your companion doesn't have this luxury, and you could grab the tension your your hands.

You pull your sponsor role best you can.

"So, pole pidgeon needed to hear own little chat?"

He looks like a scolded dog. In an outside perspective, the scene must be somehow comical.

"We were not just eavesdropping, I mean it."

"So...?"

"It's, a bit of a complicated situation. It's not for me to tell, either. We were just worried about Sif. With all due respect, we already know he can outrun you."

Ow. 

"Guess I'll have to interrogate little Stardust, eh?" Of course the little crab didn't tell you everything. You don't really need to, what they did tell gives you enough context. But, the others don't know.

"Talking is a better way of doing that..."

"Interrogation." You use your signature grin, give an exagerated nod, and stand up "Thank you, Isabeau! I'll tell Mirabelle I want a little switch in tonight's sleep arrangement!"

You did it. You said it out loud. You did it.

You use your attire to hide your expression for a while. It was tiring.

Tiring, but freeing.

So delicously freeing.

[disney15ish]

Doctor Who: The more that comes out, the more I get disappointed/annoyed

First, I want to preface that I really don't like being negative and try to find positives in any media I watch, that I'm disappointed when I don't like something.

So apparently, the lamppost..the crux of part of the reveal...was not even in CORR...

That's just not how to write any type of mystery media, creating things for the reveal. There's just no motivation for me wanting to speculate about Mrs Flood or any other mysteries this era does, since they've basically given the game away and said "We can just create the resolution out of nowhere". Combine that with Russell admitting a focus on "generating content".

Coincidentally at the beginning of the month there was a clip from a Scooby-Doo episode posted on Twitter where they hadn't met the culprit...

Imagine that resolution in a hyped up mystery TV Show after an entire half a year of teasing every possible culprit just to say "it's someone you never met before. What a twist!"

[gravestrain]

as the seasons change (p.l. dubois)

@bqstqnbruin Christina! writing for you has been such an honor. I've been following you since I joined Tumblr almost three years ago and have always loved your fics. to write something for you this time is such a joy. 💖

I'm sorry to both you and Demi for the late post. I work 60 hours a week in summers and I'm taking a class that has taken up all of my time. But I promise my tardiness does not dim the amount of love I have for you both (and this fic).

as always: this is a work of fiction. it's hard to imagine why anyone would move from LA to Winnipeg after college, but I tried my best to make it as realistic as possible.

Christina, I hope you love this as much as I loved writing it. It has been such a joy to write this for you. And as always, Demi, thank you for hosting such a wonderful event for our community. @wyattjohnston

3k words. loosely edited, please excuse any mistakes. flashbacks that are not separated by a breaker are written in italics.

You never wanted to hate hockey. Growing up in Southern California, you had always tuned in with the Kings, even attending a few games. But in your mid 20s, you found yourself muting everything to do with hockey, trying to block it out of your head entirely.

It wasn't always like this. In fact, there was a time in your life where it was your entire life. Until it wasn't. You had met Pierre-Luc Dubois shortly after his arrival to Winnipeg. You were living in Winnipeg, fresh out of college working part time on the weekends at a bar. You picked up a part time job to help increase your funds from your starting salary. You truly did have your dream job, but it definitely isn't the dream pay. And moving from your hometown to Winnipeg caused a lot of additional funds.

As soon as you met him, you quickly became aware of his charm, charisma, and unfortunately, his impact on you. And how you could you forget him, with his silky accent always calling you "honey," no matter what the conversation entailed. Every greeting, every question, every conversation, was always started or ended with him addressing you as honey. His reasoning?

"You're as sweet as honey," his deep accented voice told you one day shortly after meeting him. He quickly looked around to survey his surroundings, and then whispered in your ear: "I'm sure you taste like it too."

Of course, your cheeks burned immediately at that. It was definitely not a conversation appropriate for your workplace, under the neon lights of the bar you worked at. Of course, Pierre was the one who was starting those interactions, but you never shut him down, and truthfully you bashed in the attention. It made you feel wanted, it made you feel beautiful. You had your share of guys in college and even a couple in Winnipeg before you met Pierre-Luc, but as soon as you met Pierre, you were done for. There had been no one once you met him, and there had been nothing after him. You had found yourself reminiscing on the times that you and Pierre shared. You were both in love, and you wondered how a connection so powerful, so addicting, had turned into heartbreak.

________

"Holy hell, who is that," your coworker Jess muttered out when the two of you were getting ready to get behind the bar for the night. It was a Saturday night, the Jets fresh off an afternoon victory. You had known that the Jets would frequent the bar you worked in after wins, hell you had met a lot of them, but you knew you had never met him. You would have remembered a face like his, a voice like his. A smile like his. Or a smirk, should you say.

"That's Pierre-Luc Dubois, newly acquired by the Jets and the most beautiful man to ever walk through our doors," another coworker, Anthony muttered as he tied his apron around his waist, causing you all to infer that he was familiar with the hockey player. You weren't surprised that he knew him. "Sports gay," the self proclaimed title that Anthony gave himself long before you met was incredibly correct. He had quickly become one of your best friends both at work and outside of work in the short year that you had worked at the bar.

Jess strategically decided to start at the other side of the bar from the players, causing you the responsibility to serve them. You never minded, you never had an issue with any of them. They always tipped well and were kind and friendly to you. They never complained about any service issues, and some of them even went as far to ask you about your personal life. The ones who did knew that this was an extra job for you and always threw in some extra money on top of the tip.

You made your way over to them, trying to pretend that you weren't just having a detailed conversation about one of them. Trying to pretend that you were unfazed by the eye contact that you made with him, by the way that his button up perfectly squeezed his muscular, tattooed arms.

"How's it going gentleman, wonderful to see you all again. Win today?" you asked as you placed coasters in front of them, never bothering with a menu. They always knew what they wanted. As they informed you of their win and made a few side comments, an accented voice that had become familiar quickly spoke up.

"Hi honey, I'm sorry I don't think I got your name. I'll have a jack and coke please. And I'll buy the first round for everybody while you're at it." The way the pet name flowed so easily off his lips should've been a bigger red flag, but you couldn't help but feel your cheeks burn at the comment. "It's Y/N," you informed him as you placed the drink in front of him, trying not to act like you had been extremely flustered by his words.

"Well Y/N, I haven't been here long but I can promise you you're the most beautiful woman in Winnipeg," he charmed, causing you to blush but also roll your eyes. "Don't mind Luc, apparently French men think they can say whatever they want to innocent bar workers," Adam joked, causing the rest of the guys to laugh. You had become very familiar with Adam in the time you'd worked at the bar. He was like a brother to you, and you appreciated the way he loosened the tension because you were incredibly flustered by his words.

But above all, it was the way that despite the teasing from his new teammates, Luc never flustered, his eyes still smoldering your own, and you knew you were in for some trouble.

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You were packing up your apartment, two years since that day that you met Luc. You had decided to move back home. Truth be told, Winnipeg never felt like home. It helped when you were with Pierre-Luc, but the homesickness was undeniable, and following your breakup from Pierre-Luc, it only got worse. There was nothing keeping you there anymore.

Although you were ready to leave, it was hard to ignore the memories of the apartment you were packing up, both good and bad. The joy of being with Pierre and the heartbreak. The giddiness of first meeting him and the emptiness of what you assumed would be the last time you ever saw him. All of those emotions existed inside of the four walls in your apartment.

As you wrapped up picture frames in packing paper, you wondered why you still had these up. It had been 6 weeks since your breakup with Luc, but the pain felt like it happened just yesterday. Your heart constricted at the picture that was looking back at you, a picture of you in the snow. It was the first time you had been alone with him.

"We're closed," you muttered out as you heard the doorbell chime from the front of the restaurant. You were cursing yourself for not locking the front door yet, but you also wondered why people couldn't just open their eyes and read the closing times that were so clearly printed on the very door that they had just opened.

"It's okay honey, I'm not looking for a drink tonight." the accented voice behind you made you tense up immediately. You had to have been dreaming. There was simply no way that he had come back for you. You had been thinking about him for days since he had first come in with the team. You truly did have a soft spot for the Jets team, but they never came in alone. They always came in a group, and never not on their unassigned assigned day: Saturdays. It was a few weeks later, and to your knowledge, there was no one else with him. You turned towards the voice and found that your suspicions were true.

"Hello again, Pierre. Nice to see you, but we really are closed and I'm really trying to get out of here before midnight. After midnight the streets get crazy," you explained to him as you finished up sweeping from behind the bar. "Yeah, I'm sure the streets are really crazy from the inside of your locked car," Pierre joked, causing you to raise your eyebrows. You hadn't known him long, really he had no reason to be protective of you, but you had a sneaking suspicion that he would not approve of the words that were about to come out of your mouth.

"Oh, I walk." you muttered as you broke eye contact in an almost embarrassment. You weren't embarrassed that you walked, it was truly impractical to drive when it was only a few blocks and the streets were always mobbed, the parking almost worse. But you knew deep down it really wasn't safe, and it was embarrassing to be under the microscope like this. You really weren't used to it. You hadn't encountered many men who cared enough about you walking home alone. "Any straight man," Anthony's voice was like the devil on your shoulder in the back of your mind.

"You what?" Pierre grumbled, his eyes lighting up in an almost anger. "There's no way you just said that." He mumbled and you nodded your head. "Yes, I'm pretty sure I did. Did you even listen?" You were growing frustrated. You barely knew this man other than what you had read on Google, what right does he have judging your life decisions? "Yes, unfortunately I did hear what you just said. I can't believe you put yourself in danger like that." You scoffed at him, wondering if this was genuine concern.

"What do you care? I'm just the girl who pours your drinks." You muttered stubbornly as you brushed past him to lock the front door, trying to get back to what you had been doing in the first place: trying to close this damn bar so you could start your apparently infamous walk home.

"I know I haven't known you for long, but I already care about you. You're more than just 'the girl who pours my drinks.' I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. That's why I came back over here in the first place, to hopefully get a chance to talk to you." He was standing his ground, and you felt yours crumbling at his tone of voice, the care in his eyes, the warmth that was somehow radiating off of his body despite it being mid February in Canada.

"I know, I have no right to come in here and judge your routine. But at least let me walk you home. I'll never come back here again if that's what you want, but I simply can not come in here to see you and then let you walk home in the dark. I can walk 6 feet behind you if you want, but I'm not letting you walk alone." He took a step closer to you, reaching out to touch your forearm and you fought the urge to jump back, his touch almost burning you.

You begrudgingly agreed and let Pierre walk you home after you finished closing the bar. The task was surprisingly short, only lengthened by the presence and words of Pierre. You walked closely to Pierre, unconsciously trying to catch some of his body heat as snow was now steadily falling from the sky. It made you miss the warmth of your home, the beating sun, the rise and fall of the waves as you walked home from work a much better scenery than this, although the beauty of the snow was hard to deny.

As you walked up to the front door of your apartment complex, you turned towards Pierre and saw him smiling goofily at you. "What's so funny?" you wondered and he shook his head. "Nothing. You just look adorable in this snow. It's obvious you aren't from here." he chuckled and lifted his phone quickly to take a picture of you, an amused look on your face.

He turned his phone to show you the photo and you smiled, immediately falling in love with the picture. It's true, it was glaringly obvious that you weren't from Winnipeg. "We don't get much snow in LA," you muttered and Pierre gave you a quizzical look. "What on earth are you doing all the way out here?" He asked and you smiled. "My college roommate is from here. I was ready for a change when I graduated so I moved back home with her. I've been here for a year now and I'm still not too sure." you admitted, being more honest with him than you had been with anyone about your living situation, which surprised you.

"I've only been here a month. I've liked it so far, but it doesn't feel like home yet." The vulnerability between the two of you was sobering, reminding you of the weather. "Well it's cold, I don't want you to freeze. I'll call you an Uber back to the bar. Thanks for walking me, truly. I appreciate your concern." You admitted and he smiled. "It's nothing, really. But one thing. Can I send you this picture? I think it's really perfect." he complimented, causing your cheeks to burn. "If you wanted my number, you could've just asked." You joked, now causing Pierre to blush. "That too," he rolled his eyes in faux annoyance.

"Goodnight, honey. I'll dream of you," he swooned, causing you to roll your eyes. "Goodnight Pierre." You hummed back. You would never admit that you dreamed of him too that night.

Tears streaming down your cheeks broke you out of your sorrowful flashback, the picture of you in the snow staring back at you. You kept it up at first to remind you that you could feel joy in Winnipeg, but as you packed it up, you realized that was obviously a failure.

You placed the picture frame in the now full box and sealed it with packing tape, grabbing a sharpie to label it clearly.

DO NOT OPEN.

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That was March, and now this was September. Somedays the breakup felt like yesterday and somedays it felt like a lifetime ago. There was still an ache in your heart somedays and other days you found yourself looking at other people.

It was mid-September, but the sun was still beating down hard. You didn't miss much about Winnipeg, but somedays the sun beat down just a bit too hard and you found yourself thinking about how the four seasons were so prominent there. You closed the door to the bar you had found yourself in back in LA, feeling a sense of deja vu as you turned the lock and pulled on the handle to ensure it worked.

"I seriously hope you don't still walk home in the dark alone after work."

There was no way his voice was behind you. You had to have been imagining it. The deja vu must've been getting too real. You shook your head out and turned towards the street. But there was nothing imaginary about the figure in front of you. You had spent so much time memorizing his face, his body, his heart. You knew him like the back of your hand.

"What are you doing here?" came out before you could stop yourself, your palm coming up to cover your mouth in embarrassment. "You didn't hear the news? 8 years upcoming with the LA Kings." You found yourself laughing out loud. There was no way.

"Well that can't be a coincidence." It was true that you missed Luc, a piece of your heart missing when he left. But that's exactly what he did: broke your heart. "Of course you were in mind when I signed. You're the love of my life." He admitted and you shook your head. "It sure didn't feel that way when you broke up with me."

It was probably an unfair comment, but you didn't care in that moment. He had shattered your heart when he left. Giving you no reason other than "it's the wrong time for us."

"That's not fair. I didn't want to leave you. I didn't have a choice. I was losing myself in that city and I couldn't let you watch it happen." He admitted and you scoffed. "So was I! God, Luc. I didn't think your pride was too big to admit that you needed help. You should've known I would've supported you." You came back at him with force, causing people on the street to stare at you.

"Of course I knew. I was embarrassed. I have loved you enough for three lifetimes and I couldn't even admit to you that I was struggling." You felt your heart crack. You knew that the toxic masculinity in hockey culture was unfair. You felt for him, that he felt he couldn't come to you with that. And while he loved you enough for three lifetimes, you loved him just the same. You felt tears brimming in your eyes, once again your self control leaving you.

"I missed you, Luc. So much," you told him tearily, causing him to bring you into a tight embrace.

"This time, I'm not going anywhere. I promise." And truly, you should've had more self control. You should've had more questions, more doubts. But in front of you was the man who walked you home the second time you met in a blizzard just to make sure you were safe. The man who helped you break down your walls and stood by you while you both fell and flourished. The man who would do anything to make you smile, make you feel loved. He was yours. He always would be.

You weren't sure how the universe aligned to bring you two back together, but as you held each other on the sidewalk, swaying back and forth under the street light, you knew you would be thankful for it everyday.

[saint-starflicker]

One of these days, I'm going to draw Jason McConnell and he's going to actually resemble Dalles Wilie.

Was anybody going to tell me that Matthew Corr was writing slash fic? I mean stabby horror slasher fiction...not slash fiction as in...by slashers...

You know what? Never mind.

Discussion of suicide under Keep Reading tag.

Source ("Trust Fall" on the Archive Of Our Own.)

Jason slapped his palm against the window on the driver's side, making Peter jump in his seat. So he was alive. Peter fumbled with the door handle, but got it open. "What was it going to be? Carbon monoxide?"

Peter answered numbly, "I tried to drive off this cliff."

"What stopped you?"

"Elk. I swerved into this tree trying not to run them over. I think the passenger headlight's done for."

Jason peered over. There was definitely a dent. "We can live with that. Come on out. No bones broken?"

"I'm fine. I just hope the elk isn't too traumatized." Peter climbed out unsteadily and then collapsed against Jason's shoulder.

"You're safe," Jason said to him, squeezing him tightly. "It was only a nightmare, you're safe now, here with me…" He'd done this for him a few times, back at boarding school. This time he said it as much to himself as to Peter.

Peter sobbed, "I can't do this."

"Do what? Life?"

When Peter nodded against his shoulder, Jason said, "Then too fucking bad, because I can't lose you like this."

[sphireath-wisp]

Hi! Idk if this is weird to ask but can you do the monster trio + Usopp, law and shanks with a Mexican!Reader that starts to yell at them in Spanish? I think yk what i mean but other wise it’s fine <3 ty!

Sypnosis -> The ask above! I will be removing Shanks though because I have a limit of 5 people per request!!

Author's notes -> AAA MY FIRST ASK??? AND WHEN I WAS BUSY??? I'M SO HAPPY!! First off, I would like to apologize for getting to this ask super late since I was really busy for the past week and had no time to write. Thank you for your patience!! (You didn't say this was x reader, so I won't write it as such)

Warnings -> Probably inaccurate Google translations, not proofread, following EddieVR's way of speaking (I'm trying to follow an actual Spanish speaker's way and tone so that I can be as accurate as possible), vulgar language because the reader is yelling (so I assume they're upset/angry), Reader could be perceived as rude

Featuring -> Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ussop, Law

Luffy

You can't believe the disaster of a crew you've joined so spontaneously. With a captain that gives that poor cook a workout to feed him 3 meals a day (maybe even more than that), you feel grateful that he's the one cooking because of the delicacy and care he puts into his meals.

Though, not even the best cooks can perform magic. Without ingredients, a chef is left with nothing but utensils to serve. It gave you a shock when you realized how fast Sanji had already ran out of ingredients.

"¡Nunca duraremos en el mar contigo, idiota sin cerebro! La comida está prácticamente terminada. (We'll never last at sea with you, you brainless idiot! The food is practically finished.)" You sigh.

Luffy is... dumbfounded. He just stares at you, scratches the top of his head, then tilts his head with an innocent gleam in his eyes - oblivious to what you're sputtering. If anything, he finds it sort of amusing to see you this upset.

He's heard from the crew about the depth of your culture and home country before - boy, he misses the mouthwatering food there just thinking about it.

You shake your head, aware that your chidings aren't getting through to him. Plus, you got so upset you started scolding him in a whole different language. "Sanji! Would you limit Luffy's meals-"

And suddenly Luffy listening to you (despite the incessant complaining in between).

Zoro

"Ouchouchouch, what the hell?" Zoro grits his teeth at you after you pinched his ear, dragging him behind the crates and preventing him from attacking the marines in front of you.

"Don't just go up there! What are you thinking?" You suddenly spot flashlights illuminating the dark corner the both of you were jammed into and immediately rush over to another hiding place. Letting go of Zoro's ear, you could only pray that he had enough sense in him to follow you instead of trusting any predatory instinct he had in him.

Nami trusted you with this mission! You had to sneak in quietly and-

"It's Roronoa Zoro! Call for backup!"

Great! Another problem. Snaking your hands around him, you grab onto his shirt, smiling gently for just a moment. There weren't many options and it was only the two of you in a base full of marines - it would be waste of time to defeat them all and the injuries afterward would be nothing but troublesome.

"You know what this means, ¡corre por tu maldita vida! (run for your damn life!)" Not looking back for a single moment, you bang into almost everything blocking your way with Zoro being dragged along behind you. Luckily for you, he works as a great meatshield - fending off all the enemies that get too close for comfort!

Zoro had no idea what language you were speaking, but he could tell just how furious you were just by how much you continued to ramble while sprinting into enemy territory. Just by how you sound, he could tell that you probably weren't saying the nicest things about him...

(He'll learn from you so that he can use them against Sanji)

Sanji

Just like how he hears the tears of heartbroken women falling to the ground, he can listen to the exhausted sighs of the women on board. Every time Nami and Robin are having a hard time, Sanji makes it his first priority to help them.

Of course, his enthusiasm to assist these "poor, helpless" women are appreciated - but his tendency to go all out and beyond makes his efforts... overbearing.

"Special drinks for the two lovely Mademoiselles," Sanji's voice deepens, coaxing his words with a dash of honey in hopes of wooing Robin and Nami. The gentle clack of a cup being placed next to your hand suddenly alerts you, "And one for (Name),"

You thank him along with Nami and Robin, sipping the sweet cider-like concoction in your glass as your eyes drift back to the book in your hand.

"Is there anything else I could help you with?" You couldn't see what Sanji was doing, but you could already picture that infatuated grin on his face.

Despite the three of you already insisting that there's no need, Sanji still lingers around you. Like a moth to a fiery flame, Sanji buzzes around the two women - leaving them with no moment of peace.

"¿Puedes callarte y aprender a cerrar la boca? (Can you shut up and learn how to zip your mouth?)" You yell, slamming the book shut. You continue to scream - even Chopper and the others begin to hold you back from reaching Sanji.

"Do you get the feeling that they're mad at Sanji?" Luffy sits on a railing and ponders. "No shit, Sherlock." Zoro retorts.

Ussop

At first, when you didn't know Ussop well enough, you were unaware of his tendency to lie his way out of sticky situations. From his title as "God Ussop" alone, you would assume he's quite powerful, no?

You once overheard his boasting to those oblivious to his actual abilities. You don't think of Ussop as weak, far from it. His talent as a sniper is unlike no other and deserved to be praised. However, exaggerations would only bring in more and more trouble. Not to mention the misconceptions!

You weren't really sure whether his exceptional ability to lie was a blessing or a curse.

"I've carried a 100-ton hammer before as well!" Ussop folds his arms, holding his head up high in pride. The wows and impressed gazes from the kids only made him exaggerate more.

You sigh, leaning against the wall and wondering why pirates like you and Ussop are suddenly babysitting kids now. You ran into daycare to avoid getting spotted by marines, but the children there ended up assuming that the both of you are new caretakers,

You did nudge him a few times, reminding him about how the crew is probably waiting for the both of you the get back on the Sunny. Though, your words probably fell on deaf ears.

"Ussop! Ussop! If you and (Name) were to fight, who would win?" The question piqued your curiosity and the ends of your lips curve upwards, "Well, that would be-"

"Me, of course!" Ussop interrupts your sentence before it was finished. The kids gasp in awe as you snap your head to Ussop, glaring at him.

"(Name) must not be that good of a fighter..." You hear a soft murmur through the whispers in the crowd.

"Oye, imbécil, ¿de quién crees que estás hablando? (Hey dumbass, who do you think you're talking about?)" Grabbing a hold of the collar of Ussop's shirt, you drag him out without any explanation as he tries to talk you out of this.

"Do you think they're going to eat?" One kid asks, "Yeah, maybe they got hungry." Another replies.

Law

"You're not going to try the capirotada (Mexican bread pudding)? The rest of the crew seems to have taken a liking to it." You hum to yourself before being interrupted by a loud sigh.

"You know I don't like bread, (Name)-ya," You didn't bother to turn around and see the frown on his face, but it's fine - you were completely okay with his opinion.

"You're really not open to trying new things, huh?" You sarcastically jest, "The crew might ask me to make this again, you know. The smell of bread is going to haunt you in your sleep."

"(Name)! Seconds please!" Bepo barges in with a giant plate in his hand, "The others want more too!" Bepo rushes to your side, placing the plate on the counter for you. "Captain, you're really not going to try this... what is called again?"

"Capirotada, learn how to pronounce and drill it into your brain, then I'll make this for the crew again." Your back was still turned to the both of them, but you could still hear the soft groans from your captain.

"Capirotada! It's really good," Bepo insisted - which did bring a smile to your face. He grabbed a plate of the bread pudding, shoving it right into Law's face as Law pinched his nose.

Law took a step back, but eventually sighed and picked up a fork. "No more bread for another month after this, alright?" Law poked his fork into the pudding, sliding it around the plate as if he was reluctant to even pick it up.

Finally, he ate it.

"So? Isn't it great?" Bepo asked. Law slowly chewed the pudding, his features contorting into surprise, a bit of satisfaction, then disgust. "Yeah, I'll take that as a no." You chuckled at his expression.

"(Name), I don't think it's the bread... I think it's your cooking." Law covered his mouth, implying that he was going to vomit, hiding his laughter.

"diez, nueve, ocho... (ten, nine, eight...)" You slowly turned around. Unluckily for Law, you had happened to just buy a new set of knives recently known for their effective and quick chopping! "W-we should really go now, captain! It was really super duper nice seeing you, (Name)!"

"tres, dos, uno. Captain, ¡Espero que hayas dicho tus oraciones! (three, two, one. Captain, I hope you said your prayers!)"

[cgclarkphoto]

The Warning - Narcisista...a rare time that Pau comes out of the drum set to be the front singer with a lot of energy, this song is done in the native language of Spanish so will have both Spanish and English to see the words (below). The concept of the song is that people approach Pau and criticize her for not being true to Mexico by writing songs in English, she wants them to just leave her alone and let her do what she feels the music is but they continue to criticize so she covers her ears and says NA na na na na to not hear 😊 at least how I take it....

Narcisista

They say you have to pray for me Dicen que hay que rezar por mí so worried Tan preocupados But, I don't see that they are praying so much Pero, no veo que estén rezando tanto It's not a big deal, leave your judgments now No es para tanto, dejen ya sus juicios Stay away from me please Aléjense de mí, por favor

Criticize me a little more Critíquenme un poco más I find myself entertained when listening Me encuentro entretenida al escuchar Everything they say, everything they curse Todo lo que dicen, lo que maldicen Let me laugh some more Déjenme reírme un poco más

Because you, you don't know anything Porque tú, no sabes nada You spread the word and you don't shut up Corres la voz y no te callas I cover my ears and just say Me tapo los oídos y simplemente digo

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Let me deny the list, I'm not crazy or a malinchista Déjenme negar la lista, no soy loca ni malinchista Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na They say I'm selfish, damned narcissist Dicen que soy egoísta, condenada narcisista

I don't know what to do anymore Ya no sé que hacer I don't see the point in pretending No le veo el punto a pretender I don't try anymore, because I already know No intento más, porque yo ya sé

Behind the curtains, they keep talking! ¡Que atrás de las cortinas, ellos siguen hablando! Your good intentions always come out on top! ¡Sus buenas intenciones siempre salen sobrando! Don't think you're fooling me with that disguise No creas que me engañas con ese disfraz

Because you, you don't know anything Porque tú, no sabes nada You spread the word and you don't shut up Corres la voz y no te callas I cover my ears and simply say Me tapo los oídos y simplemente, digo

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Let me deny the list, I'm not crazy or a malinchista Déjenme negar la lista, no soy loca ni malinchista Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na They say I'm selfish, damned narcissist Dicen que soy egoísta, condenada narcisista

Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na I will deny the list again Volveré a negar la lista I'm not crazy or malinchista No soy loca ni malinchista Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na They say I'm selfish, damned narcissist Dicen que soy egoísta, condenada narcisista

[chemoelectric]

Copied verbatim from my Facebook:

Let me try to write a clear derivation of the correlation of the two-channel optical Bell test, WITHOUT using quantum mechanics. I will use only probability theory.

If I succeed, this means the 2022 Nobel Prize in Physics was awarded in error. That, in fact, the work on which it was based should be retracted as uncorrectably erroneous.

Before I present my derivation—it is rather simple—let me make two observations that themselves should settle the matter.

The first is that consistency of mathematics requires that any two methods MUST reach the same result. Therefore, if I try to solve for the Bell test correlation using probability theory and reach a result OTHER than the so-called "quantum" correlation (for instance "CHSH inequalities"), obviously I have made a mathematical error. That this has not occurred to physicists is astounding.

The second observation is that I can replace polarized photons with equatorially striped golf balls, the light source with a zany two-ball putter, and polarizing beam splitters with weird miniature golf obstacles. The problem remains exactly equivalent and yet there is nothing "quantum" about it. Even the quantum mechanics of the problem is identical. To argue that you cannot use quantum mechanics because the objects are "macroscopic" is nothing less than to argue that very small objects are magical and have a special magical incantation tongue.

Now, here is the experiment.

We have a light source. It emits two light pulses, which we will call "photons", but about which we will assume nothing except that they have either horizontal or vertical polarization. The two photons will have opposite polarization, but which is horizontal and which vertical is decided at random.

Each photon will impinge upon a polarizing beam splitter (PBS). A PBS set to an angle x behaves as follows. If the impinging photon is polarized horizontally, then, with probability cos² x, a photodetector is triggered whose value is +1 for the correlation calculation. With probability sin² x, a photodetector whose value is -1 is triggered. If the photon is vertically polarized, the probabilities are reversed. The two PBS have angular settings a and b, respectively.

These photodetector values make the correlation equal to the covariance and thus simplify the calculation.

Let us solve first the simplest case, where b = 0 and a is some general angle, say a = a'. In that case it is ALWAYS the +1 photodetector that is triggered if the b photon is horizontally polarized, but the -1 photodetector if the b photon is vertically polarized. Thus we can ignore the b PBS's photodetectors in our calculations. Their value contains no information not already available.

Using some probability theory notation, here is a small chart of probabilities and conditional probabilities. Let t equal the value of the a PBS's photodetectors and k the polarization of the impinging photon.

P(t = +1 | k = horiz) = cos² a'

P(t = -1 | k = vert) = cos² a'

P(t = +1 | k = vert) = sin² a'

P(t = -1 | k = horiz) = sin² a'

P(k = horiz) = ½

P(k= vert) = ½

Thus joint probabilities can be calculated, as in this example:

P(t = +1 and k = horiz)

= P(t = +1 | k = horiz) P(k= horiz)

= ½ cos² a'

The following table can be constructed.

P(t = +1 and k = horiz) = ½ cos² a'

P(t = -1 and k = vert) = ½ cos² a'

P(t = +1 and k = vert) = ½ sin² a'

P(t = -1 and k = horiz) = ½ sin² a'

The covariance and thus the correlation can be calculated from this table. Keep in mind that k = horiz corresponds to a -1 value from the b PBS and k = vert corresponds to a +1 value. Thus

corr = covar

= (+1)(-1)P(t = +1 and k = horiz)

+ (-1)(+1)P(t = -1 and k = vert)

+ (+1)(+1)P(t = +1 and k = vert)

+ (-1)(-1)P(t = -1 and k = horiz)

= -(cos² a' - sin² a')

= -cos 2a'

where the last step is an identity ("double-angle relation") that can be found in the CRC Handbook of Mathematical Sciences, among other places.

This result has the desired form:

corr = -cos 2a'

= -cos 2(a' - 0)

= -cos 2(a - b)

The sole remaining difficulty is how to extend the result to values of b other than zero.

Fortunately, this is not difficult at all. Notice that -cos 2(a - b) is invariant under in-unison rotation of the angles a and b. That is, one can add ANY angle c to both a and b, without changing the value of the correlation. Thus the solution derived above is, in fact, the general one:

corr = -cos 2(a - b)

How is it that physicists have missed this fact and not seen that it leads to a solution of the Bell test WITHOUT quantum mechanics? You tell me. I have no explanation other than that, as a profession, they are no good at physics. I was able to see it because I am NOT a physicist, but a disabled computer programmer with a digital signal processing diploma. But you tell me, if you have a better explanation.

In any case, this means that all the stuff about "entanglement" and "non-locality" is fit for nothing but retraction. Every existing physics text that deals with this stuff should be withdrawn and pulped.

[luckylolabug]

Tagged by the lovely @starwritingbri <3 <3 1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 17, after I yoinked some down. We won't talk about how many WIPs I have that aren't posted haha.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 150,958

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Uhh, multifandom girlie here so. Lockwood & Co, the DCU, Yuri on Ice, I currently have a folder of Six of Crows stuff getting ready for Whumptober but they're not posted yet, sometimes I one off and write stuff for Star Wars or TAZ: Balance. Ive got a big project going for Heartstopper that isnt posted yet, and I have a secondary account for MHA stuff lol. Also some joint stuff for FMA with Bri eventually!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In So Many Words- Yuri!!! on Ice

Sorry, This Page Cannot Be Reached- Yuri!!! on Ice

Slow Dancing in the Dark- Lockwood and Co

Barrels and Bootlegging- Lockwood and Co

Shimmer in the Haze of Winter Lawns- Lockwood and Co

5. Do you respond to comments?

For the most part, yes! I can get behind on them a bit, but I do try and keep up with them because the support is important to me.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't write a TON of angst??? But I want to say Heaven is Not Fit to House a Love Like You and I just for the context. Ask me again once I get my Whumptober stuff up in October and that's going to change, though.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of the stuff I write has happy endings! It's hard to pick just one?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Unfortunately. Weirdly, most of the fandoms I've dabbled in that have reps for being "the worst" have been the nicest to me as far as fics go, but I've gotten some very nasty comments on things for certain fandoms that don't have that kind of reputation. Fan culture is weird. I wish I could say it doesnt affect me buuuuut. There's a reason I stepped back from writing so much L&C and tend to drift with other fandoms more now.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have a few times, and I'm not like. Directly opposed to it? But it's not really my Jam a good 99% of the time and honestly I prefer just keeping most of my stuff Fade to Black or vague and not in depth if it comes up. I like focusing more on other stuff, but I don't think smut is bad either!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not as far as I'm aware. I have like. Some AU type stuff thats "This world but with these characters" but its not a direct crossover where the characters from multiple universes interact. I guess unless youre counting the DCU as a whole but??? Lol?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

To my knowledge, no? But it could have been, I guess.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! But I'd be cool with it! My mom helps me with Spanish in a few things for the Heartstopper project I have going since she's fluent, but those are just a few lines.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not anything POSTED, but eventually that'll change!

14. What is your all-time favorite ship?

Y'all, I am in too many fandoms for this lol. I don't know that I even HAVE an all-time fav that shoots above the rest? I have favs in fandoms, but not as a whole????

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Uhhhhh. Probably Barrels and Bootlegging??? I hate even putting this out there but fandom politics and the amount of BS just was draining the hell out of me when I was working on stuff so I don't even really have any plans to go back to finishing any of my stuff for L&C at this point. I'm happier writing other places, right now!

16. What are your writing strengths?

uHHHHHH???? Bri says its details, so I guess that? Putting details into everything?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

All of them. LOL. No, but honestly, I struggle with the editing process most because I think I end up re-writing things a good 5 or 6 times before I decide its fine and even then I struggle after stuff is posted just because I want to try so hard to keep things cohesive and correct. I spend way too much time Googling shit that shouldnt even really matter, but the small things matter to ME.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

The only thing I've really done it with is throwing in some stuff in Spanish, and I was only okay with that because my mom is fluent and offered to look it over for me to make sure it was correct. Otherwise I'm like.....Google Translate is inaccurate a lot and the idea of putting something in a fic that could be WRONG freaks the hell out of my OCD and I can't do it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh, jeez. Uhh. Honestly it was either ATLA or the Halo games? I don't fucking know, it was pretty mid 2000s. I still have my log in for FF.net and LiveJ but I dont really want to go look because Im sure I'll hate it.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This feels like a shit answer because it's not POSTED YET. But I really have been eating up everything I've written so far for this "Six of Crows but make it Modern" thing thats sitting at about 40k words right now. So probably that??? If its one that I have POSTED, then I think it's probably one of the 5+1s I did for Yuri on Ice just because those were really fun and light. I'm TERRIBLE at tagging people so uh. @fluffypinkkitties @twiilys and @chibiosaka I guess????

[unhingedpolycule]

Absolutely on board with aromantic Horangi now, love it~ (I kinda see him just vibing with Ghost now)

And I love Ghost freaking out Krueger so much, he was born a creepy bastard and he will absolutely weaponize that shit.

Me tooooooo! I think after Horangi gets about his innitial distrust, he would really like Ghost. SOap is a little bit too high energy for him, but ghost? Calm and stoic, can sit in silence for ages? Just perfect. I think if Horangi is involved with anyone from Königs polycule, it is Ghost. I see them click in a platonic and sexual kind of way.

I am writing all of this down and just noticed that... I basically wrote this AU already. Its from Ghosts perspective, but like... the relationships are like this. It is a lot of domesticity and getting together, navigating both coming out as an adult man in the military and getting into a poly relationship. Its kinda lengthy, but its called "Brave as a noun" and "Traust" on AO3 and has two additional one shots this far... there is just a little honorary mention of Krueger and he is much calmer in this, mainly because I didnt have major headcannons for his character back then. But the next longer work I post on there will have a lot of Krueger focus :D So yeah, sorry for the shameless self promotion :D

Ghost is just so terrifying and this angers Krueger. He needs control, he need pople to cower from him and he needs it from everyone around him. He might play nice most times, but thats just because he knows most people around eye him with caution. They know what he might or might not have done in the KSK.

I am not quite sure if Krueger would push and try to get even more unhinged and weird because he thinks he can win this thing. He tries to get Königs attention when Ghost and Soap are around, to impress on them what kind of position he holds in Königs life, going as far as to try and court König again or if he would just... get into an agressive defense position and starts lashing out at Ghost when his superiors backs are turned.

He would be smart about it as well. Like whispering to him about how he did unspeakable things to König and had his devotion in a way they could never replicate. It was mania, codependency, love, passion and a fierce need for the other. That he could ask anything of König and would get it, no matter how risky or dangerous. He could have him on his knees in an active warzone or make him do his paperwork during lazy days on base. König was mad for him in his eyes. He doesnt realize how sick this sounds and that most people wouldnt want that and aim for a relationship with healthy boundaries.

Maybe, if he would be like that, this might trigger an insecurity in Ghost, but not the kind Krueger aims for. More of an insecurity of asking too much from someone who would do anything for love and security. He becomes very conscious of König trying to impress and service him and Soap and does everything in his power to make his new partner feel secure and appreciated.

It could prompt a much needed discussion about boundaries König might have but never expressed. Soap and Ghost telling him that they do not love him for what he can do for them but for himself, his (com-) passion and soft, gentle way. For his competence in both tactics and on the field. That he is valueable outside of his sexual service and usefulness. That they just like him for himself.

They also learn that little acts of service is his lovelanguage. (Ghosts is service and food (I am projecting here), while Johnnys is very clearly touch). It gets easier between them afterwards.

In short, Krueger is who König fantasized about while Ghost and Soap are the ones he actually would like to be with realistically. More sane, maybe sometimes a little boring after the emotional rollercoaster he is used to, but safe and healthy.

God, now I feel like I need to write this in addition to a horangi pov in my brave as a noun thing. What have you done to me??? /pos

~Corr

[vodika-vibes]

Hi Vod'ika!!

First things first! I love all your fics, hc's, aus. I've read most of them *multiple times.* You're an amazing writer!! And your take on clones and their relationships (both with each other and with partners) is really interesting and wonderful!

I do have a request. You mentioned an Fallen!Jedi au, with Corr Skirata, where the Jedi falls trying to protect Kal, is taken in by Kal and the Nulls and falls for Corr?

This is my humble request you write that, like, I am willing to beg 😂 I also love Corr, he doesn't get enough love, and the au premise is *chef's kiss*

Thank you again for all you do in the fandom space!

An Empire Of Our Own

Summary: There’s a tragedy in a fallen Jedi. Corr knows that. He knows that the little Jedi who saved his buir’s life is walking a thin line between sanity and insanity. But with the Empire murdering the Jedi, she belongs to Clan Skirata now.

Pairing: Corr Skirata x Fallen Jedi F!Reader

Word Count: 1071

Prompt: Fallen Jedi AU - A young Jedi knight falls while saving Kal Skirata from certain death, losing her own legs in the process. Clan Skirata takes her in and decides to recreate a new Mandalorian Empire. (Not to be confused with a New Mandalorian Empire).

A/N: So this AU will likely be a series of ficlets if anyone wants to make requests for it. I hope you like it!

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“You’re doing great, Mesh’la,” Corr praises with a grin as he watches the tiny Jedi hobble around the room using crutches. She shoots him a frustrated look.

“I don’t feel like I’m doing great.” She drops onto a chair and glares at the prosthetic legs she’s learning to use. She lost both of her lower legs in the attack that should have taken his buir’s life. 

Corr wonders if she regrets her actions, now that she’s fallen. Though he’d never ask. Not here, not when she’s still recovering.

“Come on, cyar’ika. You lost both of your legs,” Corr points out as he hops off the table he’s sitting on and meanders over to her, “The fact that you’re already walking on them is driving our medics insane.”

Eerie yellow eyes peer up at him, and then she huffs and folds her arms, “I have to do something.”

Corr crouches in front of her, resting his arms on her upper thighs. “You need to rest. Hurting yourself more isn’t going to help.” She scowls at him, and he knows that he should be more careful. 

She’s fallen. She’s dangerous. 

But, well, he’s dangerous too. And he’s never going to be afraid of someone who once spent three hours lecturing him on the medicinal properties of lavenders.

She reaches out with a slender finger, and taps on one of his prosthetic arms, “Did you?”

“Nope,” Corr replies cheerfully, popping the p irritatingly. “But you shouldn’t emulate me, as amazing as I am.”

Her hand moves to his face and she shoves him gently, Corr doesn’t move. She’s not that strong, after all.

“How’s Kal?”

“Perfectly fine,” Corr replies, “The only reason he hasn’t visited is because he’s in the middle of having a garden built for you.”

“A garden?” She tilts her head, “Why a garden?”

“You think we don’t listen to you when you wax poetic about flowers?” Corr teases, “Besides, it’s good for my vod’e to make the garden. They seem excited about it.”

“...they don’t have to.”

Corr shrugs, “You’re family.”

She stares at him, and then sighs, “That’s going to get you all in trouble. I don’t want that.” 

And that, right there, is why Corr isn’t all that worried about her going insane. She might have fallen, but she’s still herself. Still kind, still gentle. Still more interested in protecting other people than herself.

“I like trouble,” Corr replies flippantly, “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Are you calling me trouble?”

“Only the best kind.” Corr stands and offers her his hands, “Come on, let’s continue.”

Her scowl returns, “My legs hurt, I don’t want to.”

“Well, you can’t stay in the chair.” He counters, “Come on, I’ll carry you.”

“Ugh, no thank you.” She takes his hands and allows him to pull her to her feet. Corr’s close enough, then, that he’s able to see the way that she winces when her weight settles on her prosthetics.

He doesn’t even have to think about it before he’s scooping her into his arms and settling her comfortably against his chest. She doesn’t deserve to be in pain, he won’t allow it.

“I said I could walk,” She grumbles, though there is no heat in her voice and her head drops to rest on his shoulder.

“I’m not going to let you hurt yourself even more, cyar’ika.” Corr says easily, “If that means that I have to carry you, then so be it.” She releases another frustrated noise, and Corr can understand.

Recovery is hard. Especially when you lose two of your most important limbs.

No wonder the poor thing has been in such an awful mood lately.

“I’m surprised that you’re all helping me,” She says suddenly, her breath is warm against his neck and Corr has to suppress the urge to shiver at the sensation.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve fallen, I’m dangerous.” She bumps the side of her head against his shoulder, “Can’t even die like a proper Jedi.” She sounds disgusted with herself.

“You saved my buir,” Corr says, “And you’re still you. Just with neat yellow eyes.”

“Ugly yellow eyes.”

“Pretty yellow eyes.” Corr corrects with a grin.

“What happens if I snap and try to kill you?” She asks.

“I’ll stop you, obviously.”

“You overestimate yourself,” 

Corr shoots her an amused look, “What? You think I don’t know how to stop you in a fight? Come on, cyar’ika. I was trained for that.” He carries her through the halls and stops in front of a door, “Here we are, home sweet home.”

He opens the door and carries her into her suite, gently sitting her on the couch, and then kneeling at her feet again. He smiles up at her, a warm smile on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asks.

“This is how I always look at you.”

“I know, and I don’t understand why.”

“Because I like you, obviously,” Corr replies, shamelessly. And his words are rewarded by a blush rising to her face, “And, since you’re not a Jedi anymore, I feel comfortable pursuing you properly.”

“And what does that look like?” She asks.

“Oh, wining and dining you. Movie dates. Kissing you under the stars.” Corr grins, “And, when you’ve recovered enough, we take the galaxy back from Palpatine and we both get our revenge.”

“Revenge isn’t the Jedi way.”

“Justice then,” Corr says with a shrug, “Buir has plans.” His grin becomes sharp, “An expansive Mandalorian Empire sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”

“Only if I don’t have to rule it.”

Corr laughs, “That seems to be the consensus, yes. No offense, beautiful, but a Jedi leader of the Mandalorian Empire is never going to happen.” He leans up and quickly kisses the corner of her lips.

She looks very flustered, and Corr grins as he leans in and bumps his forehead against hers, “You didn’t even try to stop me.”

“Yeah, well,” She averts her gaze, “I’m not a Jedi anymore, right? So I guess it’s not wrong for me to like you too.”

Corr grins and this time, when he kisses her, it’s a proper kiss. A chaste and gentle kiss, but a proper kiss all the same. “You’ll see, mesh’la.” He murmurs against her lips, “It’s going to be great.”

“Which part? Us, or the Mandalorian Empire?”

“Both.”

Corr kisses her again, more than happy to lose the afternoon to her soft lips and hesitant touch.

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[top-vi]

In regard to Rhaenyra/Harwin it was random and out of nowhere in the show as they didn’t develop one of the most important relationships Rhaenyra’s had.

There’s been a lot of debate as to why this was but I think the honest truth is: Harwin Strong is a massive character flaw on Rhaenyra’s end.

For all the writers’ talk of nuance and moral ambiguity that is far from the case. They’ve turned Aegon II into the comical love child of Joffrey Baratheon and Ramsay Snow, a sadist who likes to rape children and watch them fight to the death. On the other side is Rhaenyra who they intentionally brushed any flaws under the rug e.g. ordering Vaemond’s death and feeding his corpse to Syrax. Even when she demands for Aemond to be “sharply questioned” this is quickly overshadowed by Alicent’s dagger scene.

The writing in HotD is painfully black and white, no matter what they try to say:

Aegon II = evil child abuser.

Rhaenyra I = misunderstood heroine.

This version for Rhaenyra would’ve worked perfectly if it wasn’t for Harwin Strong. There is no way to justify having THREE sons with him, she handed Team Green the perfect legal grounds to take the throne on a silver platter. Team Black can try to jump through as many hoops as they want to justify it but there aren’t any, it was dumb decision.

Having children with a man who looks nothing like your husband makes for an interesting character. Through this relationship Rhaenyra’s arrogance is on full display, she genuinely sees herself as above the law. But whilst it makes her more interesting it doesn’t make her perfect.

So the writers response was to brush over it: Ryan Corr had 5 minutes screen time, and minus one or two lines in 1x07 Harwin is never mentioned again. I honestly believe if it wasn’t for the fact it’s such an important plot point that they couldn’t ignore JL&J would’ve been written to be Laenor’s kids.

i fear that this is like...incredibly dramatic.

look, i usually don't feel the need to cape for writers and showrunners, but both aegon and rhaenyra are much more complex than you are making them out to be. they will be even more fleshed out in s2 and beyond.

harwin and rhaenyra's relationship is underdeveloped, yes, but i believe that is more so a fault of the time jumps than anything else (sidenote: bring back 13-16 episode seasons please). its hard to show their dynamics when the entirety of their relationship was skipped over in the timeline.

its not that the writers didn't want to show rhaenyra's flaws or whatever lmfao. rhaenyra's relationship with harwin is a "flaw" in the sense that it is a horrible political decision, but rhaenyra is always striving for love. it is, imo, one of her more important character traits. it is what makes her enduring love for alicent a) more painful and b) make sense in general.

also, i'm not quite sure i understand your argument here. you complain that rhaenyra is being portrayed as perfect and aegon as evil......but then also complain about one of her very real character flaws. alicent literally calls this out by saying having joffery is an "insult".

the writers are only given so much space to work with, and seeing as harwin has to die before the war even begins, it makes sense to gloss over large portions of their relationship. they were also never going to make jace, luke, and joffery true-born velaryons, stop it.

finally, as much as it sucks to say, while harwin may have been one of rhaenyra's most important relationships personally, it is not even close to her most important relationship for the purposes of the show and the plot. her relationship with alicent, daemon, viserys, and even the velaryons take precedence in the story being told on a macro level.

her relationship with harwin doesn't need to be shown bc tbh it doesn't matter than much overall. only the fruits of it do, and thus the consequences. (the consequences of which, btw, are very important. everyone knows her kids are bastards which creates problems for her. it is like.......a large part of her and jace's characterization)

[persephones-journey]

Hello everyone.

So since October is going to be here tomorrow, I decided to do something fun.

The @anamazingangie made this incredible prompt list for kinktober link here.

With her gracious permission I am posting the list here:

And you, my awesome followers can send in a request for the pairing you’d like with up to 3 kinks and I will write a one shot.

I will attempt to keep track of the kinks requested and make sure not to use the same ones all the time.... but, we'll see how this goes. This is my first time doing this....I'm excited

The fandoms I currently write are The Last Kingdom and House of the Dragon… I am starting to write for Bridgerton and I could be persuaded to write for Harald from Vikings Valhalla… and of course anything Ryan Corr or Mark Rowley has been in lol…

I will try to get all requests done by Oct 31st but alas… we’ll see if life will cooperate.

[centi-pedve]

whenever people who use screen readers mention anything ever people always throwing hissy fits. "um op have you considered that not everyone knows how to transcribe corre-" if you aren't willing to do literally a basic google search on the basics of transcription for people who need it then maybe don't add image ids to other people's posts. or does that get in the way of making yourself look like an accessibility angel? when you have to put in effort or stop? nobody is expecting you to be perfect because it's not your job but if you're gonna do it then TRY instead of making posts WORSE for people who use screen readers by writing an essay about shit that does not matter.

also pro tip for all you guys out there. if you use a typing quirk or spam emojis in a post or otherwise use complex characters in excess then add the screen reader unfriendly tag so it's filtered.

[quinloki]

This ask game is v fun. I choose Heat x reader for #5 I've always seen Heat as shy person whos not super confident in showing affection much both romantically and platonicly. So when he does show afection it takes the form of actions rather than words. Set before we get together~ I have a small-ish manga collection rn so before getting together, I love talking about the series that i have. So I can imagine talking to Heat about one of the series and talking about new volumes coming out. The next time the ship docks I get stuck on chore duty, while Heat can go out to wander for a bit, coming back that night with a new volume that I needed. I like to hug when I get excited about presents, so I can easily imagine myself hugging him and kissing his cheek as a thank you. His blushing would be adorable, and quite pronounced :3 Also just kissing him as a greeting or in passing because he even looks cute while playing cards with the boys or something. I can imagine they tease him a little bit but are happy for him

5- Write about a casual kiss between your ship.

D'awwwww <3 I can see Heat being shy too. Like, not crippling so, I don't think, but he's certainly not confident like Killer or Kid (let's be fair, few people can match Kid's "confidence"). But part of it is that he doesn't want to accidentally fuck his chances before he's even gotten started.

That whole scenario is adorable though, I love it \o/

x reader style with Ace

I'm going to cheat a little and just drop a excerpt from Just Like Fire, because it really nails the entire vibe I'm going for, and there's no reason to write it all out. (but, under a cut, cause it's long)

“They grow up so fast.” Ace muses once the door closes and you laugh.

“Trying to hold onto that eldest title, aren’t you?” You tease.

“I don’t have to hold onto it, it’s mine.” Ace sticks his tongue out at you as he hands off a small stack of bentos to Luffy.

“C’mon Ace, we’re gonna be late!” Luffy stays, grabbing the lunches and heading down the hall.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ace turns to you. “Have a good day, bella.” He says, kissing you on the forehead before dashing out of the kitchen.

“You … too.” You manage to say, realization sinking in as your hand goes up to your forehead.

You stand in the kitchen for a few minutes, trying to play back the event, but you can’t manage to decide if he did it without thinking or not. He had run off very quickly afterward, but he was also in a rush to catch up to Luffy.

bella.

You pull out your phone and then stop. You don’t want to text him, he’s driving. You don’t want to call, he’s driving and Luffy is in the truck with him. Everyone’s going to be home tonight, and you won’t be able to talk then without someone – or everyone – knowing.

Which would not be the end of the world, but it would be the end of the world. You don’t want everyone knowing until you know.

Setting your phone down you cover your face with your hands, trying desperately to decide if you’re delighted or mortified.

No one else was around. You can’t be mortified if no one else was around.

“No, I can absolutely be mortified without anyone else around.” You grumble to the empty house before gathering up your things and heading to the bus stop.

You nearly miss your stop, and end up thanking one of your fellow commuters for reminding you before it’s too late. Scrambling off the bus you slip through the lobby and take the elevator up to the eleventh floor. Getting to your desk you start your computer up and while you’re waiting for it to catch up you pull out your phone.

There’s already a few texts waiting for you. Some were in the group chat that the four of you had set up.

Luffy: Ace nearly wrecked the truck!

Sabo: Are you alright?

Ace: I swerved a little. I did not “nearly wreck”.

Luffy: You never swerve.

Sabo: You never swerve.

Ace: We’re fine, just drop it.

You smile as you catch up on the chat and check the other notifications you have. It’s direct from Ace, and you’re not surprised to see your hunch was correct.

Ace: I did NOT reali

Ace: until I was halfway to the station!

Ace: ze*

Ace: I did not mean to just do that!

Ace: (ᗒᗣᗕ)

Ace: If I made you uncomfortable I am so sorry! o(╥﹏╥)o

Your smile widens, and you can feel yourself relaxing a little. Ace’s use of emojis was impressive, and the cute faces were always entertaining. Right now, they were helping to make the morning feel less mortifying.

You: It didn’t make me uncomfortable.

You: But, I think we need to talk. ^^;;

You turn back to the group chat and grin deviously.

You: Did it happen about halfway to the station, Luffy?

Luffy: It did! How’d you know?

You: Women’s intuition ~_^

Your phone dings with a notice from Ace, and at first it’s just an emoji that you bet has more to do with the group chat than it does your private conversation.

Ace:  ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Ace: After dinner? I wanted to show you something by the fire pit anyway.

You: It’s a date.

Ace: o(≧∇≦o)

You nearly drop your phone when you realize what you had typed versus what you had meant to type.

You: Deal! Deal! It’s a DEAL. @_@

Ace: ﾍ(;;￣∇￣)ﾉ

Ace: >.>

Ace: That gives me time to plan a better first date then ヽ(⌐■_■)ノ♪♬

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