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kitthepurplepotato · 1 year ago

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Week 8 - Wonderland ✨

Summary: It’s a secret.

Warnings: Swear words.

First part Master List

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“Good morning, sweet pea.” Midoriya looks up in his new glasses with a smile on his sleepy face. He’s sitting on the sofa in a criss-cross applesauce position, with a brand new notebook in his hands; he was chewing the top of his pen deep in thought while he muttered incoherently to the notebook until you came in; his face changed into his usual sunshine smile after, work abandoned.

You need the make a confession…

You really hate these glasses.

Looking into Deku’s eyes was already hard for you, but these glasses makes him look so innocent and geeky you can barely stop yourself from ruining his look and kiss him until his eyes change into that deep pine green, almost black color he usually have when he’s jealous.

This should be illegal. While normal Izuku feels unapproachable, a star on the sky you can’t reach, this one is warm and calm and it’s calling your name; it makes you feel like falling in love with him isn’t the most insane thing you could have done in your current situation, but something that was bound to happen; something that was written in the skies, a story where you walk among the stars and take the one you like the most like it’s the easiest thing in the universe to hold one so closely. You wish to be able to live in this story. You want to be the only girl who keeps a star in her shirt pocket, right by her heart, the steady beats keeping the little planet alive. The two of you would live a happy life; there’s nothing else you need other than the comfortable pressure on your chest to be able to keep moving, knowing the little star will never let you get hurt in any way.

Well, your thoughts definitely got out hand right now. Izuku does that to you quite a lot these days; he shines so brightly it hurts your eyes sometimes. Maybe, you should have used the Sun as a comparison instead, because that’s what Izuku really is; if you selfishly take the sun away from the world, just to keep it in your pocket, everything crumbles; Izuku is more than just a person, he’s the savior of Japan, the number one hero who’s everyone’s and no one’s at the same time; you must not take him away…

“I’m a human, Y/N. You know that more than anyone else.” A sudden caress drags you back from your daydreams; Izuku’s standing next to you, slowly stroking your cheeks, a new emotion decorating his beautiful face; you try and try but you can’t understand it, it’s deeper than the ocean and darker than the black hole, warm but mysterious at the same time.

“Did I mumble all of that out loud?” You ask shyly, a hint of pink dusting your cheeks.

“Funnily enough, I also compare you to the sun in my mind; maybe there are two suns in this story. Do you think they can burn themselves if they have the same blaze? Can they blind themselves if they are already used to the blinding light?” Midoriya mutters, his eyes never leaving yours. There is a sudden understanding in his eyes and he moves towards you to knock your foreheads together. Your breath hitches but you continue to listen intently. “What if we had this all wrong and we are actually the same? What if we are the two halves of the same planet, one not complete without the other? What if what we think is wrong is actually the solution?”

“Izuku, I…”

The sudden screech of Izuku’s high tech bracelet shatters the glass wall around you; it falls to the floor with a loud clatter, painting the walls in rainbow colors for only a second before they disappear, leaving nothing but the darkness of the early morning in the living room.

“Nerd, are you busy?” Katsuki’s hologram suddenly pops out of the little bracelet. “Woah, sorry.”

You never thought you’ll live long enough to see the big, tough Dynamight flustered, but here you are.

“Katsuki, I love you and I respect you but if it’s not important enough for you to yell ‘it’s go time’, send a fucking message instead.”

… and Midoriya is fucking mad. Another thing you’ve never thought you’ll ever see.

“I will let you get away with your attitude this one time but if you ever talk to me like this ever again, I’ll howitzer impact you to the moon.”

“Deal.” Midoriya presses the button on his bracelet without saying goodbye. He takes a deep breath and tries his best to smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Can we have a chill evening today? Just you and me watching a stupid movie while we forget about all our responsibilities?” Izuku sighs, his head buried in his usual spot in the crook of your neck; you are quite sure you have a head shaped dent in there by now.

“Anything for my Sun.” You grin and you can feel Izuku rolling his eyes fondly.

“Shithead.” He giggles and moves towards his room like that whole conversation didn’t even happen. To be fair, it’s probably for the best.

“You better be back by eight, it’s your fucking day off.” You reprimand but Izuku only laughs in his room. You can hear the rustle of his costume as he changes.

“With all the pent up anger I feel right now, this fight will be done and won in a heart beat.”

~•🥦•~

Izuku stays true to his word and comes back after a few hours; there are no injuries on his body this time and he sounds as chirpy as he usually does on his day offs which means his stamina wasn’t used up for healing; in conclusion, Pro Hero Deku did not get hurt today. What a day to be alive.

“Someone was in a hurry to come back tonight.” You raise a single eyebrow knowingly.

“I could smell the popcorn. That’s all I was waiting for all day, really.”

Sassy Izuku is your new favorite by the way. You have no idea where he was hiding all this sass for the last two months, but hell if you are not into it. Not like there is anything you are not into when it comes to the green haired hero.

“Oh, okay then, I’ll make All Meowt eat all the Katsudon I made while you were away. It was made with love and tears from missing you so much, but you know what? Go eat the popcorn while your favorite food rots away together with my broken heart.” You make a dramatic swoon-motion; you can hear Midoriya giggling in the background, his eyes shining happily as he looks into your eyes. His eyes glaze over for a second, like he’s not even the room anymore, so you come closer to him to get him out of his stupor.

“You okay?” You ask, your hands caressing his cheeks soothingly.

“Yeah.” Izuku mutters. “I was just thinking about how much I love… coming home to this. To you. Yeah. That’s it.”

“I also love… when you come home smiling like this. Happiness looks good on you.”

You are not lying. It really does look good on him; his eyes shine brighter than the chandelier in the living room, all sweet and sparkly as he looks into your eyes, looking for answers to the questions he doesn’t even know he wants to ask. Midoriya is beaming today for some reason and so are you; as though there is a magnetic field pulling you closer and closer to the man in front of you and the closer you get the more right it feels.

“I’m only happy because of you, you know that, right?” Midoriya mumbles as you embrace him tightly in the middle of the entrance, as though you haven’t done the same only a few hours ago.

“You are killing me.” You mutter into his uniform. “One day, my heart will give in and if it does I want you to carve ‘killed by smooth moves’ on my tombstone.”

“I wasn’t flirting with you, I was stating facts. Two different things, Sweet Pea.” Midoriya smiles as he leaves a tiny kiss on the top of your head, his hands on the both sides of your cheeks. You feel like a little kid in between those huge, scarred hands. He moves towards his room to change into his comfy sweats and you enjoy a lovely dinner afterwards. The dinner is silent but the silence is gold; It’s comfortable and sweet, the air filled with unsaid words but somehow it’s not giving you anxiety anymore. The fleeting touches and tiny smiles say more than thousand words ever can.

~•🥦•~

It’s always so nice to have these moments with Midoriya when all the problems of your real life are just tucked away somewhere in the corner while you melt into his side and forget everything that has been bothering you during the day. There is a cheesy romantic movie playing on the TV, the main couple crying and kissing in the rain after being away from each other for too long; it’s heartbreaking, but to be honest, you don’t concentrate enough on the show to actually understand the feelings behind it as you are too distracted by your roommate in his new glasses, round with a thin rim, dark green like his disheveled, still wet hair. He looks absolutely beautiful. So fucking beautiful it churns your insides and makes you feel dizzy, makes you feel like you’re levitating in the air and the only thing keeping you from flying away is Izuku’s gaze on you; he looks at you with half lidded eyes wondering around your face left to right, top to bottom as though he’s trying to remember every single shape, every single pore, every single crevice.

His eyes wonder down to your lips and you bite on them instinctively, shy from the sudden closeness. You have no idea when did he move closer, or maybe it was you, somehow the time works in a weird way right now, five minutes might have passed but maybe it was only a few seconds, who knows? Maybe it’s already tomorrow but it might be yesterday. Your mind is in a frenzy and so is Izuku’s; the credits roll in the background but you have no idea how did the movie end; your mind is too full with green clouds and turquoise sparks as Izuku suddenly moves closer and closer, his lips scraping yours in the middle of the movement. The world stops spinning and everything turns green; Izuku stops right there and takes a deep breath; the warm air tickles your lips and makes you want to move further, the last bit of your restraint snapping like an old rubber band under too much pressure. You don’t need to take the first step as Izuku has the same thought; he puts his lips on yours, soft and gentle; he barely moves, just takes your bottom lip in his, leaving one tiny peck then he jerks himself away right after. He looks terrified and guilty and you can see the words coming out of his mouth but you can’t really hear them; you touch your lips, your heart pounding heavily in your chest, you barely understand the implications of the action and maybe that’s why you decide to shut him up with your mouth. Izuku stares at you with wide eyes after you move away and you stare back with the same expression, panting and utterly confused by how this had happened; the confusion twists into something else as you both continue to look into each other’s eyes, looking for sign, begging for something to stop you from making a mistake but you can’t find any; Izuku slowly knocks your foreheads together, giving you more than enough time to move away but you don’t; you can’t, it’s physically impossible to do so. Izuku cups your face, his eyes still full of worry and his head full of thoughts while your hand comes up and you tangle your fingers into his green locks and it hits differently from this angle; the usually friendly gesture has so much heat to it now; he pants and looks at you again, looking for a sign one last time before he closes the remaining distance and kisses you again; this time, properly.

And fuck, Midoriya Izuku is an amazing kisser.

He doesn’t deepen the kiss, he just pecks your lips once or twice, sometimes taking your upper lip in his mouth to gently suck on it, it’s sweet and careful, just like Izuku himself yet it still leaves you hot and bothered, begging for more but you decide to behave and just enjoy what you get, letting him have the upper hand. His kisses are so soft you want to cry from happiness, he makes you feel so fragile but somehow, the feeling isn’t unwelcome; it reminds you of the time he took you into his arms when you fell asleep on the sofa, of the way he carried you to your room, soft and careful about his movements, making sure you don’t wake up; it’s the same now, just in a different situation and it fits so perfectly; everything feels like a fragile dream, as though a single harsh movement would make the dream fade away. You have no idea how much time has passed; maybe five minutes or maybe an hour. By the tingles of your lips, it was probably much longer than you think. Izuku slows down completely, leaving featherlight kisses on your lips then hides his face in the crook of your neck; now that your head is less cloudy you realize he’s shaking.

“What’s wrong?” You ask while you massage his head soothingly.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is shaky and he grabs the t-shirt wrinkling on your stomach, clenches his hand around it; he’s clearly shaken up by this and so are you. You’ve already been way past the friend zone since the beginning but this… this is another level. You can’t just shake this off the way you usually do.

“Izu, we don’t need to talk about this. And I… I can’t lie to you and say I didn’t like it. Don’t make me do that.” You say with tears pooling in your eyes. You know it’s not the right solution to the problem and it will bite you back later but this happiness inside you is so pure and so terrifyingly strong you want to be selfish for once and keep this false happiness for as long as you can. Midoriya nods and gives you a sad smile, finally moving his head up to look at you and jesus, you could get used to this look on him, his lips swollen from all the kissing, dusty pink creeping up his cheeks, his eyes so soft and fond it makes your insides churn. His glasses are dirty and he probably can’t see through them properly anymore and you can’t help but giggle at that.

“Sorry, I dirtied your glasses.” You take his glasses off fondly and put them down on the coffee table.

“Hundred percent worth it.” He smiles softly and your heart flutters in a new way, it’s something deeper, something you can’t easily come out of and you probably never will. You have a strong urge to tell him all of that, tell him how much you love him and how much you want to keep doing what you’ve been doing for the past hour but you decide against it; Izuku is clearly overwhelmed right now and he definitely does not need your mess of emotions on top of that. “I’m going to sleep, okay?” He mumbles, his hands moving up and down on your arms calmingly.

“Yeah, good idea.” You nod and stand up, ready to leave but the greenette pulls you back for a crashing hug.

“Thank you.” He mumbles wetly. “Thank you for existing. For being so understanding. You are the best thing that has ever happened in my life and I don’t want to loose you because of this.” Izuku sniffles, pulling you impossibly close.

“Do you remember when you said I could be a mass murderer and you would still beg me to stay with you?” You mumble, deep in thought. Izuku nods. “It’s the same for me, Izu.” You smile sadly and make your way to your room.

“Y/N, I love you.” He declares without a hint of hesitation, his eyes boring holes into your skull. He means it - his eyes tell.

“I love you too, you silly nerd.”

It’s not the same. He can’t feel the same. But his eyes… they tell you a different story but maybe it’s just the reflection of your own emotions, it’s what you want to see, far from the reality, somewhere in Wonderland where all of this is easy, where pulling him close and telling him to stay and share the bed isn’t something you need to push down. It’s all a dream and it’s time to wake up from it. You don’t need to love someone romantically to want to kiss them. It happens sometimes. It was a moment of weakness, that’s all.

You close the door behind yourself, your back sliding down on it until your bottom hits the floor.

“Fuck…”

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— Deku’s mental health support group —

Deku: I kissed her.

Kacchan: You kiss her every single fucking day Deku.

Deku: Not like this. I fucked up.

Shitty Hair: You actually kissed her? How did she react?

Deku: …

Kacchan: Shitty Deku…

Deku: She kissed me back. We’ve kissed for a whole hour.

Shitty Hair: BRB crying RN

Kacchan: He’s not lying.

Deku: Can I call you?

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Mama Katsuki: Oi freeloader, you ok?

Y/N: I’m having a meltdown.

Mama Katsuki: So is Deku. Stop feeling shitty. You are both stupid as fuck.

Y/N: Well, thanks for the pick-me-up! LOL

Mama Katsuki: Any time. Now call Headphones or whatever. I already sent her a message, she’s free.

Y/N: That’t really thoughtful.

Mama Katsuki: Fuck you.

…Next Chapter!

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script-a-world · 4 months ago

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I have a world just like earth where space travel is developed but there's never any real answer from alien intelligence. At least not for 30 thousand years since the first spaceship went to the moon. Then they finally do meet aliens who have already known space travel for way longer than humans and find out there's a huge intergalactic union and stuff where they monitor all space travel and everything. There are lots of laws about travelling between different places, aliens need their versions of passports to travel between places and so on and plenty of security. They realise that all this time, they had known all about human space travel in secret but never paying attention to them because they had never really interferred or discovered these alien societies or any inhabited planet. The thing is, I'm a bit divided on how humans could see this as. One, it's understandable that aliens hide away because humans hadn't come across alien societies and human tech was never advanced enough. On the other hand, finding out aliens knew all of their actions in space in secret - that sounds like a nightmare considering how humans actually respond to privacy issues. I know this might be more of a plot thing but I'm not sure what I want to go for and what things I might have to think about on considering the consequences of things like this. How could things go forward either way? What should I think about? Has these things been addressed in fiction before?

Tex: Is outer space a private or a public place? Earth, for example, does not exist in a vacuum, and people on Earth are capable of pointing telescopes toward the sky and seeing other planets. Does this mean that anyone who might, hypothetically, live on Mars or Venus experience a breach of privacy if someone on Earth can see their planet - and themselves, with a good enough telescope - from their own planet?

It’s a little bit like driving a car on a highway. You can see the other cars on the road, yes, and if you decide to focus on it, the drivers and passengers in these cars. Other drivers can also do the same to your car. Is this a breach of privacy for another driver to see you driving your car? Or is this just a consequence of existing in a public space where people exist in the same public place as you do? They don’t have to signal their capability of seeing you, just the same as you don’t have to signal your capability of seeing them in their cars.

Licorice: It seems we’re talking here about something happening on the macro-, state level, rather than on the micro-, individual level. Individual human beings do have expectations of privacy, and we have designated private spaces. Anything we do outside those designated spaces is not private and it wouldn’t be reasonable to expect it to be.��

States, societies, and worlds don’t have that same expectation of privacy. What’s illegal at the individual level (spying on your neighbour), is both accepted and routine at the state level. Russia and China are spying on the West. The Five Eyes are spying on Russia and China. Wikileaks got into trouble not for violating personal privacy laws but for violating state secret laws, which are not quite the same thing.

You can be 110% sure that any current governments involved in alien research are operating on the understanding that if aliens actually exist and have the capacity to do so, they are monitoring us. Partly the aliens will be monitoring us out of curiosity (what will those funny little hominids do next?), but they’ll also be monitoring us to ensure we don’t become a threat. If human beings did eventually stumble across a sophisticated alien civilisation, probably the one thing that would not come as any surprise would be finding out that the aliens had been watching us all along.

#google submitted #planets

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captainsophiestark · 8 months ago

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Little Moments

Jane Foster x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Dating Jane Foster means being prepared to handle a certain amount of crazy interruptions from superheroes.

Word Count: 1,306

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

CRASH!

"Watch where you're going!"

I scrunched my face, trying to figure out what the hell was happening as I got dragged awake by a hushed commotion from my living room. I squinted through the dark at the alarm clock only to be near-blinded by the bright green glow:

4:03am

I groaned, rolling over on my other side to see my girlfriend, Jane foster, rubbing at her eyes.

"Hey," I managed, my voice gravelly. Jane turned to me with squinted eyes, somehow still managing to make that cute. "What's happening?"

"I don't know. Did you hear-?"

The door to our shared bedroom slammed open, and I shot straight up in bed. Silhouetted in the doorway was an absolutely giant man, long blond hair glowing with the backlighting. I thought I might be hallucinating until Jane sat forward and spoke up.

"Thor?"

"Thor?" I couldn't help echoing. The man before us just beamed.

"Hello! I apologize for interrupting the two of you - I truly wouldn't be here if it weren't urgent."

I frowned, even as Jane sat forward further.

"How did you-?"

Before she could get all the way through her question, the answer popped out from behind Thor.

"Jane, I'm so sorry!"

Darcy Lewis peeked around Thor's massive form to pop her head into the room. I huffed a sigh and flopped back against the pillows. I normally liked Darcy, but not at four in the morning. I didn't like anyone but Jane at four in the morning.

"Darcy, what's going on?"

"He just showed up at the lab!" said Darcy, pushing past Thor even further into the room. "I was there doing... stuff with Ian, and he just appeared in a blast of light like the first time we met him."

"I need your help, Jane," Thor said, stepping in to pick up the story where Darcy left off. "Something is coming for Midgard, and if we don't stop it here, it will not only lay waste to your planet, but it will aim for mine next."

Jane sighed like that wasn't the most terrifying sentence in the world, then stood at last. I'd known her long enough that I was also a little too used to this kind of thing, so I didn't move to get up, even as Jane turned to me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I'm sorry about this," she said. I gave her a tired grin and a wink.

"That's okay. I know my girlfriend's a badass who has to help save the world sometimes."

Jane flushed, and I heard Darcy make a gagging noise at the same time Thor said "aw". I ignored them both, however, as I shifted slightly lower against the headboard, working my way back to being under the covers.

"I hope you'll forgive me going back to sleep instead of getting up to help you with this, though."

Jane gave me a soft smile, leaning down across the bed to kiss me softly on the forehead. I smiled up at her, the love of my life, shooting her a little wink as I nestled down among the blankets again. I watched her walk to the door, collecting Thor and Darcy as she went, all three of them stepping out into the living room. Jane shut the door softly behind her, and I finally closed my eyes. I sighed, settling back down into the soft, warm blankets around me. I almost got all the way back to sleep before I heard another loud crash from the living room, followed by Jane's whispered reprimand, not quite loud enough for me to make out the words.

I sighed, then flung the blankets off of myself and started trudging for the living room. Peaceful sleep was likely out of the question, and I should probably go support my girlfriend anyway. I'd go to the ends of the Earth for Jane, and that was all well and good, but nobody talked about dragging yourself out of bed to go a hundred feet at four in the morning. That was the true test of love.

As soon as I cleared the bedroom door, shuffling in like a zombie, I found Thor leaning over the dining table with Darcy in the kitchen, Jane hovering over Darcy's shoulder and trying to take a bowl out of her hand.

"I'm gonna make us pancakes!" hissed Darcy, clearly trying to be quiet despite how miserably she was failing. Jane hissed back in the same tone.

"No! It's too loud, and it's four am! Just come help me go over the stuff Thor brought-"

"I'll make pancakes," I said. Jane and Darcy both froze, mid-wrestle, and turned to me, Thor looking up too with a grin on his face.

"Honey! Are you sure?" asked Jane, letting go of the bowl and taking a few steps towards me. I gave her my best tired smile and closed the rest of the distance between us, wrapping one arm around her waist.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I can't just leave my superhero girlfriend high and dry in a possibly-world-ending situation with no one to make pancakes and coffee," I said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. She smiled as Darcy piped up from the kitchen.

"Maybe start with coffee first."

"Oh, definitely start with coffee first," I agreed, at last releasing Jane and heading into the kitchen. I sighed as I finally, successfully took the bowl from Darcy, setting it down next to the coffee maker as I got things together to brew a fresh pot.

Thankfully, it didn't take long to get a coffee in my hand, then in the hands of the three people crowded around the dining table. I took a long sip of my own drink, then got to work on the pancakes while the others tried to troubleshoot whatever emergency Thor had shown up with.

Based on their tones and lack of overall panic, I had full confidence they'd find a solution to whatever the issue was. Jane especially loved nothing more than solving a challenging problem, and every time I looked over at her, her face was alight with the spark that I'd fallen in love with. Even though it was four in the morning.

Finally, the first batch of pancakes was ready to come off the griddle. Thor wandered over to me as I grabbed a spatula and started serving them up, leaving Jane and Darcy at the dining table.

"Is there anything I can do to assist you?" he asked, leaning on the counter next to me as I worked. I shook my head.

"Nope! Just go ahead and dive in. I'd tell you to bring some over to Jane and Darcy, but I know my girlfriend too well to suggest you bring syrup anywhere near a project she's working on."

Thor chuckled and grabbed a plate full of pancakes, moving to sit at the stool on the other side of the counter from me.

"You and Jane make a wonderful couple," he said, digging into the pancakes with no hesitation. I smiled at him, then let my gaze wander over to Jane behind his back. She hunched over the information before her, moving it around and discussing theories with Darcy. My smile widened as I watched her, a warm glow spreading through my heart that only intensified as she caught me looking and gave me a gorgeous smile of her own. She turned back to her work, and I reluctantly turned my attention back to the pancakes and the Asgardian before me.

"She's the best. Makes it easy to be a good couple, when my partner's so wonderful," I said. Thor hummed, a comfortable silence resting between the two of us. Despite how early and against my will I'd been dragged out of bed, and despite the less-than-casual circumstances, we'd found ourselves in a little bubble of pre-sunrise peace. I'd follow Jane anywhere, anytime, especially since sudden 4am intrusions often turned into little moments like this.

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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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Confessions

Summary: It's time for your first date with Keeli, but you're a little worried. After all, it's not every day that you confess to being a thief to someone.

Pairing: Captain Keeli x Reader

Word Count: 1715

Warnings: Thief!Fem!Reader, Heated make-out session, tooth-rotting fluff

Tagging: @trixie2023 @the-bad-batch-baroness

Divider by Saradika

When you first met Keeli last week, you hoped that it would lead to a proper date. Hence the whole stealing his comm and profiling him to make him want to spend time with you.

But a part of you didn’t actually think that he was going to ask you out on a date. You know yourself well enough to know that your lifestyle might cause problems for some people.

But the same night, he sent you a comm asking you out on a date.

And you almost, almost, told him about what you do for a living over the comms, but luckily you’re smarter than that, so instead you invited him to your house, in the hopes that you can talk before going on the date.

Best case scenario, he doesn’t care and you get to go on a date with a gorgeous man. Worst case scenario, you have to jump out a window and flee to a safehouse and leave the planet.

Luckily, you already have a safe house set up, and you made sure that there’s nothing in your apartment that might be used against you, if the worst should happen. At your boss’ insistence, of course.

You smooth your dress, and absently fiddle with the necklace you’re wearing, while you cast your gaze towards the chrono.

Keeli should be here soon. Hopefully. Unless he got lost.

You jump a little bit when you hear the doorbell ring. And then a delighted smile crosses your face and you hurry across your apartment to pull the door open.

Keeli stands on the other side of the door, a small grin playing on his handsome face, “Hey there, cyare.”

“Hey yourself,” You reply with a delighted smile, “Come on in.” You move out of the way to let him into your home, and close the door as soon as he’s inside.

He looks around your apartment, his gaze lingering on your furniture, and some of your decorations. “We still have a couple of hours before our reservation.” Keeli says absently, as he walks over to a painting.

“That’s totally fine,” You reply as you bounce over to his side, “It means we can just hang out until it’s time to go.”

He flashes a grin at you, and then glances back at the painting, “This is a very well done print.” He asks.

“Hm?”

“Oh, the original painting went missing about five years ago. Stolen right out of the museum.” Keeli says, “One of my brothers in my battalion is big into art, and ranted about the theft for several hours one day.”

“What did he say about the theft?” You ask, amusement in your voice.

“That the thief probably sold it for spice money,” Keeli replies dryly.

“Well that’s rude.” You say lightly, “I kept it to hang on the wall.”

“You…what?” Keeli turns to look at you, surprise on his face.

“Yeah. It wasn’t even that hard to take. Security was laughable. Honestly, I did the painting a favor by taking it.” You reply easily, “Or else someone else might have taken it.” You turn and head further into your apartment.

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait. You’re an art thief?” Keeli asks, taking one more look at the painting, and then turning and following you into the living room.

“Former art thief. Former jewelry thief. I got better. I steal other things now.” You say nonchalantly.

Keeli stares at you, his jaw slack, “...I have…so many questions.”

Well, this is going better than you feared, “Go ahead.”

“One. What do you steal now?” Keeli asks.

“I’m part of a crew that targets rich, corrupt assholes who will never see the inside of a courtroom. We help their victims get some justice…and maybe a little revenge.” You explain as you sit on your couch.

“Follow up question, you do realize that theft is illegal, right?” Keeli asks.

You shoot him an amused look, “Yeah, Keel. I’m aware. I’m just not good at anything else, so-”

Keeli sits on the couch next to you, “So you just kept all of the stuff you stole?”

“I fenced some of it, and kept some of it.” You tilt your head to the side, “I have a very nice nest egg.”

“And yet you’re still stealing.” Keeli points out.

You shrug easily, “Sometimes the law can’t, or doesn’t, help the people who need it the most. Sometimes good men like yourself can’t help the people who need it the most. And it’s not your fault.”

“Who’s fault is it?”

“The rich and powerful like to stay rich and powerful, Keeli. So they make laws that allow them to stay that way.”

“That’s not-”

“Palpatine.” You interrupt, very gently.

His mouth closes, “Were you investigating Palpatine?” Keeli asks, after a moment.

“We were discussing it. Have been discussing it for years now. Turns out we should have just done it.” You say with a slightly bitter smile, “I am sorry about that. If we acted rather than debating-”

“You’d probably be dead.” Keeli interjects dryly, “But…I suppose it’s nice to see that your group had a problem with the situation.”

You shrug again, “You’re handling this pretty well.” You finally offer hesitantly.

He considers you for a long moment, “I have a couple more questions,”

“Go ahead.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?”

“Because I like you, and I don’t like the idea of lying to you. Relationships are built on trust, and I want that trust.” You reply promptly.

His breath seems to catch in his throat, and then a soft laugh slips from his lips as he reaches out and lightly touches your cheek, “You could be taking a risk on me.” Keeli points out.

“I could be, yes.” You agree.

“As it happens, I want that trust too.” Keeli admits, and you beam at him. Something that puts a small smile on his lips, “Though, I suppose you’re incredibly rich.” He mutters under his breath.

You shoot him a puzzled look, “It’s just money, Keeli. Most of it just sits in a bank incase I need medical attention.”

“Right. Right, that’s sensible.” He says, “It’s just…I got you something, a present, for our first date. And now I’m thinking it’s not enough.”

You perk up, “You got me a present? Can I see it?”

He hesitates, “I can get you something else. Something better-”

“Please, Keeli?” You ask as you slide closer to him.

He falters, and averts his gaze for a moment. You don’t push him, and you’re rewarded for your patience with him pulling a small box out of his jacket pocket and handing it to you, “If you don’t like it-”

“I’m sure it’s great,” You interrupt gently, as you run your fingers over the cardboard box, “Can I open it?”

“Yeah, of course.”

You take the lid off the box, and your breath catches in your throat.

Laying in the box is a delicate looking necklace on a silver chain. A quick glance tells you that it’s real silver, but that’s not what caught your attention. No. Your gaze remains locked on the simple pendant hanging from the chain.

You pull the necklace from the box and set the pendant on the palm of your hand. It’s an intricate looking swirl, in white in red, made out of a material that you don’t recognize.

You run a delicate finger over the swirl, “I don’t recognize this material,” You admit to Keeli, without looking up from the necklace.

“It’s…uh…it’s plastoid. A piece from my armor. My old armor.” He reaches over and lightly taps the red paint, “My color.”

“Oh.” The word falls from your lips in a breathy whisper, and you curl your hand around the pendant and hold it tight against your chest, “Can I keep it? Please?” Your voice sounds thick with tears to your own ears.

He blinks at you, surprised at the tears in your voice, “Of course. It’s yours. I…” Keeli laughs sheepishly, “I spent my first paycheck on the chain for you, and I made the pendant myself. But I’m sure the necklace you’re wearing now is more-” He stops mid-sentence as you pull the necklace you’re wearing off, breaking the chain, and toss it to the side, “Cyare?”

“This is the most valuable item I own.” You say, “Help me put it on?”

“Yeah. Of course.” He takes the necklace back, and moves so he’s standing behind you. Keeli gently drapes the necklace around your neck, and fastens it, and then he rubs his thumb across the soft skin of the back of your neck, “There. How’s that?”

The pendant sits just below your collar bones, and you beam up at him, “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

Keeli stays close to you, his hand resting on the back of your neck. And then, slowly, his hand follows the chain of your necklace to lightly brush against the pendant you’re wearing.

“Keel-?”

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, sounding wistful. “I know we haven’t even been on our date yet, but…” Keeli trails off, “Can I kiss you, please?”

“Yes,” Your reply is immediate, and his reaction is just as immediate. He leans in and catches your lips with his own. The kiss is soft and slow and gentle, as if he wants to savor the moment.

Your hands come up to cup his face as he breaks the kiss, and then kisses you again and again. “I have an idea,” He murmurs as his lips hover over yours.

“Oh?”

“Mm,” He kisses you again, almost like he’s unable to keep his lips off of yours, “How about we skip our reservation? We order food, and I spend the rest of the night kissing you?”

“That sounds like a wonderful plan,” You reply with a breathy sigh. A sigh that morphs into a quiet moan when he lightly nips your lower lip. “I need,” You sigh again as his lips trail to your jaw, “Need to call my team and let them know I’m okay.”

“Want to meet them.” He murmurs against your jaw.

“Later.” You whisper.

“Definitely later.” Keeli agrees before he drags his lips back to yours, and catches yours in a passionate kiss, “My perfect, beautiful cyare.” he murmurs against your lips.

#star wars #tcw #captain keeli x reader #keeli x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

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dumuzithemessiah · 2 months ago

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How Nibirian Age + truth about a lot of things

Age 0-2 - Newborn

Age 3-4 - Toddler

Age 5-8 - Child

Age 9-12 - Teenager

Age 13-15 - Adult

Our age 13-15 is like 18-21 in humans so Nibirians age quicker compared to humans and other alien species out there.

We stop aging after 15 completely and look young for the rest of our eternal lives basically.

A lot of alien species out there ages differently than humans do so don’t be that surprised as most species aren’t offended over things humans hate while humans thinking everyone should all hate something just because humans hate it!

Nibirians don’t have biological incest problems as it’s not uncommon for a sibling or cousin to get married as we don’t have any biological problems with it plus with deities we’re all related to each other somehow…

Marduk[[Pronounced Mar-duke]] is both my descendant as I am the first god and he’s also my sibling via rebirth as King Enkai and Queen Ninsin whom are both male and siblings too!

Marduk is also my beloved husband and true soul mate as he is also immune to my nightmare aura!

Nibirian prophets said my true soul mate would be immune to my nightmare aura!

My nightmare aura scares almost everyone as it’s a power I have that I use to scare off threats to me or those trying to harm me!

Nightmare Aura makes those who see it immediately become afraid and terrified to the point of hallucinating and ultimate fear at extremely levels of it!

But love is just different and different things are accepted on Nibiru and Nibiru is a much larger planet around the size of the sun or bigger.

It’s also the most advanced planet in the multiverse with other Nibirus in the multiverse being the same.

Our children come out normal so incest isn’t a problem and in fact a lot of planets do incest and have no biological problems with it so it’s mostly solely humans and Earth creatures that have biological issues with incest!

We’re obviously against illegal things like rape and pedos obviously that anyone is against and one of the things the Fell Goddess Ishtayr did to me is rape as shapeshifting made that rape possible as female Nibirians which she wrongfully took the form of a goddess but her being good at magic should’ve been a major sign she wasn’t a true goddess!

Female Nibirians can shapeshift out a dick for same sex mating with another female as same sex breeding is possible in Nibirians which is why most of us are either gay or bi and never heterosexual as heterosexuality only exists in lower advanced species! Male Nibirians can get pregnant obviously as I had countless children I cannot remember their names with Kosmin which we bred solely to create other deities! Which over time now has countless generations of deities!

I also have six sons with Marduk! Adadi, Shamash, Utu, Ninrae, Qupit, and Yorupit! Adadi, Shamash, and Utu are triplets, Ninrae is a single birth, and Qupit and Yorupit are twins! In the future when things are safe again Mardul and I do plan on having more children together!

The main branch of the Nibirian Royal Family all have the Water Type as their core typing! This is deep down because of me as I willed myself originally into existence in the Obyss! The Obyss is also called the deep black ocean and surrounds the multiverse! Originally all there was the Obyss! Obyss is the accepted English term for it and comes from the words abyss and ocean!

So the Obyss is also called the Cradle of Holy Four Kosmos Deities as that’s where us four are from!

But yeah back on the topic of Nibirian incest I will say this: It’s always with consent except for the time with Ishtayr and that is onto one time in millions of billions of years as Nibiru is the oldest planet being around since the First Universe as being a magical planet it just survives throughout each Universe’s lifespan so that would be like zillions upon zillions upon zillions of years how long Nibiru has been around!

We’re in the Eight Universe meaning the Kosmos regenerated at least seven times? The Kosmos when created made a loud bang..

Now you humans know what “The Big Bang” actually is as it’s the Kosmos regenerating with the first bang being when it was first created!

And no one is telling humans to be okay with incest in Earth species either but I’m saying you should accept other species out there in the Universe who don’t have biological problems with incest as who they love is who they love as long as it’s done with consent!

I waited way too long for a true lover so I will fight to be with Marduk! My Marduk has a pretty bright fuchsia mane aka hair on yazata and tenshi which acts like hair even though we have fur obviously! He also has special sectoral heterochromia in both eyes with cherry red on the bottom and orange on the top!

My Marduk is an Electric/Light/Wind type as his three main types!

I am a Ice/Dark/Plant type as my main three types which given that my true birthday is December 25 those there elements represent the night of my rebirth!

So the Holy Four Kosmos Deities main three typing are:

Dumuzi: Ice/Dark/Plant

Kosmin: Dream/Light/Electric

Lumuzi: Fire/Light/Poison

Geshtinonna: Fighting/Dark/Ground

Two dark typed and two light typed so it’s even! Geshtinonna is very physically strong although we’re all modified now and are super deities in order for us to fight Ishtayr! So we got modified for the sake of the future of all other lives out there!

Nibirians ain’t got boobs either as they only come out in both genders for mating purposes..

Males also have more of a what would look feminine to a human body type as our hips are “girlish” by human standards while females have thicker arms and more strong yet straight bodies!

Females have shorter eye lashes too and males have them longer which humans actually have going on too with the eyelash thing but that trait in humans is probably from the elf gene as all humans have elf in them although the elf DNA was from traitorous evil elves!

BNon traitor elves stayed pale to light olive skinned as for some reason the skin of evil elves became darker for their evil actions so nothing like regular animals in nature with being black as that’s from the sun not doing evil deeds! Think of Megaman Legends/Rockman DASH morality system as that is similar to the situation with evil elves being darker than their good counterparts!

Evil elves had dark brown red hair and more bluer green eyes and are pretty ugly with how they acted as one would expect with evil elves with the term evil being used to describe them!

Regular elves have various shades of red for hair including magical reds like rose reds, ruby reds, and certain pink shades! They many shades of green for eyes colour! Edguar whom is an elf I know has pale olive skin, peridot eyes, and rose red hair!

Elves also have more Nibirian body types so they have big heads, large eyes, tiny noses, long pointed ears, noodle thin arms and legs, small torsos, and good size hands and feet! Their mouths are small when closed but big when open!

Good elves left with the Nibirians when my kind had to leave because a war between two planets got too brutal and had to be broken up!

Earl and Aeva are the only two evil elves left and they work for Ishtayr which says plenty how evil they are! They lost all their kids whom were all evil anyways including Yahweh Yehovah whom literally manipulated others into killing innocent elf children and when I personally caught him I sliced him up with frosty wind magic causing the elf who got lied to come back and I told him the truth and he was horrified and never did anything bad ever again!

Elves even though they’re magical and all are still technically a species of human as the evil ones bred with other different homo species which explains why many human races look different and why humanity is more advanced as they evolved from the genes of their evil elf parents!

Sadly when the last evil elves on Earth they wanted to change and become good but their human offspring killed them out of evilness and hate!

They should’ve had the right to redeem themselves…

But humans took that from them and those elves were still the parents of those humans…

But yeah that is what really happened…

So the false Christian god Yahweh gets his name from Yahweh Yehovah the evil long dead son of Earl Yehovah/Jehovah and Aeva Yehovah/Jehovah!

Letter J is only 500 years so yeah Jesus is a fraud and lot of the myth of Jesus comes from the Nabatean version[[One I read did seem close]] of Dumuzi’s store aka my story though even that story is still off from what happened as the Jewish king did hurt me a lot but when Marduk found out he electrocuted the Jewish king by striking him for hurting me whom I am Marduk’s wife btw and husband and wife aren’t gendered neither are King or Queen like they are in human language which is another cultural difference but Marduk literally struck that Jewish king with the biggest and strongest lightening bolt for hurting his beloved male wife!

Also Enkai and Enlil only fight cat like as when they actually goof off they chase each other around and the only time they actually got angry with each other they chased each other around the palace and Grandma Ki whom is male as terms like mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, aren’t as heavily gendered as they are in human language but Enkai aka my rebirth father knocked my ice creme cone out of my hand! What a waste of coffee ice creme! Which yes we have coffee and tea and a lot of things that humans didn’t yet so yeah RIP my long wasted ice creme..

Grandma Ki sent both Enkai and Enlil to their rooms and the two brothers made up later and get along fine so their is no family split actually as that was 100% a myth! My kind never gets that aggressive with each other!

Ishtayr is not a true deity but looks like a thin whitish dull rose quartz coloured maned yazata in her current form but lacks fur so looks like a really ugly Sphinx cat like actually ugly not just her evil heart but she even looks ugly physically! So even though she is referred as the Fell Goddess and the Reincarnation of the Great Evil Herself! She was reborn as Enkai and Ninsun’s child but we should’ve payed attention to the signs she wasn’t really one of us…

Ninsun is Enkai’s true mate and he has long white hair, white and black wings, normal lemonade yellow fur, dark red eyes with bright slit red pupils, pied white and black markings, and small eyebrows! Ninsun is a full albino yazata! He wears elegant clothing that looks like a cross of traditional Japanese clothing with some Greek mixed in!

Enkai looks like a long haired strawberry blond haired yazata with a intense copper orange that goes around his head like Colress from Pokemon’s blue streak does! He has both eyes sectoral heterochromia with bright royal blue on top and lime green on the bottom! He is a scientist deity who while has made mistakes he regrets is still a good ruler! He just needs help from other deities in the Nibirian council to help him with some decisions as even though he is King now we still have a council that other yazata and even tenshi and demons get to have a say in making decisions!

Demons are good guys and resemble anthropomorphic bipedal advanced animals and like all Nibirians they are 2’0”-2’7” so yes Nibirians are quite a bit shorter than humans! They are all good and many demons fight for peace and order! Many demons also look cute! Male Nibirians are shorter while females are taller!

I am 2’3” btw in my true form! So back on the first topic should say how tiny children are based on the 2’0”-2’7” adult height range! That also means humans have been aggressively lying and hating on those not only just different from them but also those whoa do good unlike humans who have a well known history of killing those different from them! Especially for their hateful lying beliefs!

All Nibirians are multidimensional magical beings so that is why we get confused for spirits sometimes!

We don’t have war on Nibiru except for that time during the First Universe and that was because we were attacked by The Great Evil Herself whom eventually reincarnated as Ishtayr! That says a lot how much better as there is also no crime, no poverty, no starvation, everyone has a home somewhere though some choose to live on other magical planets due to immortality and such! Nibiru is a magical fantasy yet surreal!

So yeah you humans? You caused many of your own problems by acting selfish, hateful, believing in hateful lies, spreading war, breaking the law, acting actually racist and blaiming other races because you don’t wanna blame your own kind, acting racist by Universal and Multiversal Council definition which means hating on other advanced species aka aliens other there because your sad narcissistic asses fail to see flaws in your own human nature and how bad your own kind really is!

Nibirians like myself and others aren’t to blame at all for your kind’s evil actions! Evil spirits are not the same as demons!

As I just explained what demons are just now you should realise evil spirits were originally evil humans who worshipped lies and died hatefully! They will try to manipulate others into believing their man made religion of lies and will say lying stuff blaming demons or falsely claiming to be one! Be warmed they aren’t demons as a demon would never act like that!

And the fact I also killed Yahweh Yehovah on spot body and soul should say that I only did it to protect elf innocent children from being killed!

I am the real Messiah and my name is Dumuzi and Messiah means “Hero of Rainbows” and “Rainbow Hero” even though I don’t have light in my body so the rainbows are more lunar/moonbows but yeah?

When I made myself exist I split my own soul a bit three times to create Kosmin, Lumuzi, and Geshtinonna. Kosmin and Lumuzi were made from the shed light and all the light I even had normally while Geshtinonna was made from the female essence in me…

Remember that episode of Kirby Right Back At Ya? Think of that episode how that works! Like with Lololo & Lalala! That’s why Kosmin and Lumuzi are light types while Geshtinonna still is a dark type!

Also her name is Geshtinonna and not Geshtinanna as Onna is the Nibirian equivalent to the name Anna…

Enkai is Enkai not Enki.

Nergael is female and is not Nergal.

Ninsun is male.

Ninsun is male and my sibling.

So yes deities got misgendered by homophobic Sumerians.

Gilgamesh and Enkaidu are both male and are also my younger siblings. Gilgamesh is a tech genius btw.

But anywayss post is getting big so I’ll leave this info for now.

#truth #nibiru #dumuzi #gods #goddesses #deities #god #messiah #nibirian

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tsunflowers · 2 years ago

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starpro in enstars scifi au

starpro space station is eichis special social experiment where he’s trying to make a utopian society that he has complete control over. he’s always trying to get rid of people he doesn’t like but it wouldn’t be very utopian of him so he has to wait for a really good excuse

eichi is basically the same but he has even more ability to be evil. tori is also the same and like the tomoe family built the cospro fleet the himemiya family built the starpro fleet. yuzuru is probably an enhanced person or a cyborg. so I guess ibara should be too. but I think yuzuru was built specifically to protect tori. wataru is a fucking space alien who’s blue and can control his hair like limbs. he’s evolved for either low or zero gravity so he could live on a space station with no gravity and just pull himself around with his hair. eichi was mad about him wanting a zero g space in the past but now that they’re lovers he’s like yeah I built this whole module just for wataru and we have CRAZY sex in there

ryuseitai are like a vigilante peacekeeping force who always try to solve problems without violence. you know eichi has a secret police force he’ll bust out if needed but he thinks they’re quaint and harmless so he lets them do their thing. plus it looks good for his perfect society if they don’t have cops and instead citizens look out for each other. chiaki grew up on a planet with a mining colony or something and he always wanted to go to space bc it looked so cool on tv but when he got there he was like wait this sucks and eichi is actually kind of evil. but he stayed bc he was like finally I have a chance to do something real for the people around me. kanata is a fully amphibious alien. he was considered a living god on his planet but it was stifling for him and madara sprung him while doing space cowboy shit. very few people know about his past which is both delightful and confusing to him bc he’s so used to people just doing stuff for him. midori also came from a planet, maybe the same planet as chiaki? chiaki’s always like planet buddies! we gotta stick together bc weren’t born in space! and midori is like I have nothing in common with you please leave me alone. he’s depressed bc there aren’t enough plants and animals on the space station. tetora s not an enhanced person and it’s already too late for him to get treatments that would make him tall and his muscles big. or maybe he’s just saving up for them? he works out all the time but he always compares himself to people who were literally made in labs to be good at fighting. shinobu is shinobu, I don’t know what’s a good scifi twist for him. maybe in addition to ninja skills he has tech that makes him invisible to certain sensors

I’m trying to think of fun scifi stuff to say about trickstar but I’m running into my problem where I don’t care about trickstar. they did obviously fight against eichi’s little meritocracy and say that people who don’t have a specific eichi-approved job also deserve to live full lives. so I think they must all be baseline humans who proved themselves without having any special talents. it would be funny if they were the only ones that were still an idol group bc they were like “people need music and dance to feel joy in life!” and they were playing guerrilla lives in the hydroponics bay and stuff

when ibara started sending crazy:b around eichi was like let me find the guys on my station who are the biggest wastes of space and make them deal with it. I guess there had better be idols in this au or else aira has nothing to live for. he was probably really into trickstar's revolution and followed them closely but he was too chicken to do anything seriously illegal and he still feels bad about that. he has refused to sign up for a career path so far and eichis like "have I got a special opportunity for you. die for me." god made everyone but mayoi and he wants to know where he came from. mayo just appeared on the station one day and started living in the vents. eichi is aware of him but didn't do anything until he felt like he needed some pawns. I guess I'll bring back my "mayoi and wataru are the same species" headcanon for this. tatsumi broke his leg when he was exploring himeru's planet. that whole mission went pretty badly and he's still fucked up about it. I guess he's kind of floundering bc he spent so long training for that mission so he's been putting off retraining for a new job with his leg as an excuse

omg I forgot hiiro. he came from the amagi planetoid to find rinne but its extremely hard to get onto cospro territory so he ended up with starpro. he's well-meaning but ultimately not very helpful and not at all used to life in space. eichi really wants him gone but sheltering this guy from a backwoods planetoid is great pr

allotting resources to people who “deserve” them and forcing people to prove their worth to stay in the society definitely runs up against ableism/eugenics shit. eichi is himself disabled so I don’t think he’d be like that. but we see him push himself far more than he should so I think he sees other people the same way. “yeah I’m disabled but I run this station. why aren’t you doing more :/“

#immoral fruits

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cosmicmordecai · 2 months ago

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The way you made this whole point up to portray the Jedi in one way is amazing because it literally makes no sense.

Not entirely correct. The Jedi gain children from these different planets. If either a war breaks out or the Trade Federation controls the planet (eventually the separatist) then that means their cult may lose out on force sensitive kids (either bc casualty of war or this new leadership won't allow it).

That is not, at any point, a concerned noted by any Jedi character in leadership or even a Knight and Master within Phantom Menace. This is the SAME movie they said NO on having Anakin. Now YMMV on whatever interpretation people like yourself who create the worst bad faith outlooks on them will put out but they werent quick to scoop up Anakin despite, which conflicts with your whole assertion about their interest in swelling the ranks.

Funny enough, the recent Living Force book address this point a little, when it is revealed Sifo-Dyas often ignored protocol and had this very similar attitude because he swell the Jedi ranks to be able to fight off Order 66, which he had vague visions of. Mace, Depa, and the Council revealed to the villain (who was a criminal in part because of the negligence Dyas had years ago) that because he breached it, he was told he was no longer allowed to even recruit Jedi CANDIDATES.

That is placed just a year before TPM and the Council in that same movie were not concerned about recruitment of kids at any point. Hell, Naboo is a significant presence in that movie and they used teenagers as monarch figures AND body guard.

So of course they're on the side that... A) Keeps the current power in place. B) Keeps their pipeline of children safe. C) Didn't try to kill them within 5 minutes of getting to a waiting room

So did we not remember in the movie how this very act was very bold on The Trade Federation, a company that manages to have it's own private army and a seat on the Senate like it is a planet before going through an illegal occupation and then attempting to obfuscate their activities and wanting to own Naboo?

The Trade Federation was not good at any point in the movie.

It just so happens that the good choice lines up with the pragmatic choice because don't expect too much from the writing of the movies.

You don't even comprehend the movies enough for your argument so I don't know why you balk at the writing, which made no mention of any kind of personal incentive they had whether it be in the movie or retroactively stated in other media that debuted after it.

Neither Yoda, Mace, or Ki-Adi-Mundi ever mentioned "but the kids tho".

The Jedi are all about keeping the status quo for the sake of it and are never shown in the movies as neutral. This is something the prequels try to touch on but it doesn't really get delved into as much as it should.

The Jedi support the Republic in part because it is considered a DEMOCRACY and a REPUBLIC, meaning elected officials do the governing and they follow a CONSTITUTION, which sets the rules and principles in which they govern. Maintaining the "status quo" is not the "gotcha" moment you think it is and is not always inherently leaning towards negativity..

The Council and Mace Windu also made it clear in AotC to Palpatine they intially they did not intend to fight in any violent conflict with the Seperatist, as they are not military soldiers ("We are keepers of the peace, not soldiers"). The Council had to change their position when it became clear Dooku was spearheading the Seperatist for something other than striking out of the Republic (not to mention a literal act of aggression against them by kidnapping a Jedi Master) and Obi-Wan reported his chat with Dooku, which also made Windu (then-head of the Council) suspicious and remark they should keep a close eye on the Senate.

They're pretty neutral far as things are concerned but literal circumstances force their hand to side with the Republic.

Jedi neutrality in TPM comes not at all from not taking sides. They get there and pick a side in under five minutes. They are 100% team Naboo. No, their neutrality, and their cultural moral authority, comes from not having a stake in this fight. They're not mixed up in the trade federation. They don't have personal ties with the Naboo. They don't stand to benefit or to lose from the success of either party. They can just show up and say, hey, just decided you guys suck. And no one can accuse them of being secretly married to the Naboo queen or having offshore investments in the Lake country, or whatever completely hypothetical thing a person might have going on that would hypothetically compromise that neutrality

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thenewdeadseascrolls · 5 months ago

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Judges 18: 8-10. "A Horrible Gathering."

The Shoftim says the search for the future King of Israel will begin in a place with happy people in it. The happiest people have nothing at all, and still they find life worthwhile and interesting. This is the principal called "smelting" in the Kabbalah, the distillation of life down to its most spare parts. Not only does this remove all the instincts for wickedness and rebelliousness, but it satisfies the requirements for Shabbos and Shabbat.

All week long, one curbs the urges, and then once a week, one enjoys the fruits of the actions. Persons who are good and noble can do whatever they please, but the clincher is they know how to please themselves in ways that are not going to get them their families, coworkers or compatriots into trouble.

The next passage continues to explain how the King and the Court of the Assembly get to enjoy immense privileges, but there should be no likelihood at all you will find them doing something for which they should apologize.

The goal is to keep the population from chasing the wind, becoming agitated by vain acts that are performed because they are provocative. There is a difference between what is decorous, a fashion plate and what is vulgar.

The King and the Court want to foster a look and reputation that will make the population jealous for the right reasons. A wise governor is never, ever called out for failing to understand, as the consequences can be disastrous.

8 When they returned to Zorah and Eshtaol, their fellow Danites asked them, “How did you find things?”

9 They answered, “Come on, let’s attack them! We have seen the land, and it is very good. Aren’t you going to do something? Don’t hesitate to go there and take it over.

10 When you get there, you will find an unsuspecting people and a spacious land that God has put into your hands, a land that lacks nothing whatever.”

A land that lacks nothing is easy to sabotague. So the Shoftim says the appearance of the King and Court must be one of strength, power, intelligence, good taste, fine manners, and demonstrate the overwhelming dictatorship of ethics and protocol.

All Judaism points to one thing, called Malchut, the transition of the Crown of Israel to the top of one's head, AKA self sovereignty. Great experience is requisite for this to happen. One may can embarrass oneself in the accumulation of the experience needed but the Torah says the effort has to pay off in the execution of life in ways that do not humiliate the self.

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 8: How did you find things? The Number is 6731, "and Zaga" "do not forget people can be cruel."

Za= horrible

Ga= gathering

v. 9: We've seen the land. The Number is 9429, טדבט‎ ‎, tedev tadbat, "you will know how to bet."

v. 10: A spacious land God has put in your hands. The Number is 9523, טהבג‎, tahbag, "have fun."

Being the King or a Prince or Leading Man or Lady is not fun unless it is done right. There can be no betting or the people will suffer. Everyone has to get their fair share of the wealth of the kingdom otherwise the project will fail.

We have made a mockery of the ability governments have to contribute to a very high quality of life on this world because our governors and polities have a habit of overindulging their fantasies about life on earth. Things are not going well on this planet as a result.

Governments, including monarchies need to be run by the book, the same way an airplane pilot or doctor would do their jobs. Instead of flying a plane or administering medicine, governments mint money and hire people to coordinate the affairs of their populations so we live in happiness and do not die prematurely. Except in America, all the dipshitz do worry about is abortions quite illegally and now in Europe, everyone has to worry about being invaded and our future is becoming quite uncertain as a result.

Far too many of our current governors are attempting to beat death at Checkers and they are losing. The Shoftim says to try playing a different game and play it a different way.

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bookoformon · 6 months ago

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Ether 13, Part 5. "The Survivors."

Most of the second half of the Book of Ether focuses on Coriantumr, "the return to innocence" but our main character is having trouble doing that because there is a war raging. Worse, everyone in Ether is hiding from what is going on and nothing good is getting done. It reminds me of a nation that is being run by a corrupt two party system that likes to puts it head up other people's assholes like ours instead of doing its job.

The people of Ukraine say, "Oh I don't know these missiles just seem to fall on us." Someone should explain this to them before too long.

In America, the debate over contraception continues in spite of the fact federal law forbids state interference in pregnancies, it states this in a prominent law school's library....it's a shame the kangaroos didn't check this out before all those pre-teen pregnancies starting popping up or all those women died due to restrictions on abortion, isn't it???

The world is blaming Israel for what happened on October 7 and Israel is blaming Palestine but really it's the CIA we need to blame since the real responsible parties in Gaza and Iran are the same ones responsible for the tragedies that have taken place since RVW was overturned and Ukraine can't properly defend itself: The Republican Party.

That man they call the Butcher in Iran openly stated on camera he was an American. The nuclear powered Poseidon nuclear torpedo on board the Dali that took a short trip into the Key Bridge in Baltimore was a cleverly disguised cruise ship stacked not with cargo containers but mobile homes, and these were filled with filthy Mormons on their way to fight alongside Hamas and conquer Israel at last.

Then yesterday, a bunch of European dipshits said they wanted to recognize Palestine as a state except Palestine cannot be recognized as a state as it has illegal terminology in its constitution that legalizes Sharia law. Palestine should not have been recognized in the first place with this terminology in its constitution.

Finally the nation is pretending Donald Trump should be allowed to live and serve another term in the White House. Yesterday, Nikki Haley, a stupid, stupid bitch said she would vote for him either way.

Enter our next character Shared, "the survivors of service." Survival, according to the Rab is supposed to teach us what is important. So it appears more wars, tyrannies, and devastations are important to us. We can't just get enough. The next few verses in Ether explains, although we can't get our innocence back, we can certainly try to be enlightened:

22 And it came to pass that Coriantumr repented not, neither his household, neither the people; and the wars ceased not; and they sought to kill Ether, but he fled from before them and hid again in the cavity of the rock.

23 And it came to pass that there arose up Shared, and he also gave battle unto Coriantumr; and he did beat him, insomuch that in the third year he did bring him into captivity.

24 And the sons of Coriantumr, in the fourth year, did beat Shared, and did obtain the kingdom again unto their father.

The text mentions the people went into a hiding place a second time. This actually refers to the opposite: a hiding place is out in the open among things that are in plain sight. Hiding places involve experiences we have come to take for granted whether they are good or not. The Republican Party is a good example.

How is it these fuckups managed to pull the underpants over the heads of the CIA, the White House, the Mossad and every intelligence agency on the planet, stock Gaza with weapons through its top bud in Iran and sneak an impregnable battle cruiser into Baltimore Harbor, 35 miles away from Washington DC? Why is President Biden allowing them to intimidate and hassle everyone about Jesus and this abortion shit without a deadly response? People are dead. A large number of people have been maimed, and no one seems to know what do except move forward. We are expected to survive all of this bullshit and do so without twitching a single muscle in response. Everyone is hiding from reality.

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 22: And it came to pass that Coriantumr repented not, neither his household, neither the people; and the wars ceased not. The Value in Gematria is 7267, ז‎ב‎וז‎ ‎, zaboz, "a waste."

v. 23: And it came to pass that there arose up Shared. The Value in Gematria is 7322, ז‎ג‎בב‎, zgbab, "an incident between the young shoot and the father."

v. 24: And the sons of Coriantumr, in the fourth year, did beat Shared, and did obtain the kingdom again unto their father. The Value in Gematria is 3859, גח‎הט, "overbearing pride that slowed down."

The Rab says the only way to survive and return to our innocence, meaning our freedom form illegal things is to observe Shabbos. How and why this is done can be found in the scriptures of any religion. Shabbos entails the effort needed to produce, distribute, and enjoy food. It is the very opposite of making war, shooting missiles, causing strife and trouble. The world needs to slow down as God says and reestablish the traditions that have helped us survive without being survivors. Today would be a good day for someone in a position of authority to tell the world this is what America plans to do.

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pooma-bible · 2 years ago

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Bro. Nii Bannerman

TOPIC : " UNDERSTANDING ALTARS"

DATE : 9th July , 2021.

Let's pray, Father in heaven, You are the most High. You are Alpha and Omega this day let your word transfer us and change our lives in the name of Jesus Christ the Son of the Living God.

No man can function with God or Satan without standing on an altars.

Genesis 1:26 And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.

The LET THEM changed everything, until man was created God had both authority and power over the earth, when God created Adam God gave him the authority that's why David said

Psalms 62:11 God hath spoken once; twice have I heard this; that power belongeth unto God.

Power belongs to that celestial realm, if you see someone working a miracle and they don't know Jesus ask them the power they're using. Man don't have power, we have only authority. LET THEM HAVE, Is God transferring the keys of authority over the planet earth to man. Therefore by that decree God makes the earth the world of men. Earth is the world of men even angels needs the permission of men before they can function here. Demons needs the permission of men to operate here. Why? Because of the decree in Genesis 1:26, this is the law of dominion or the law of territory. God made the earth for men as the same time made it illegal for angels and demons to function or operate here which includes God Himself.

Jesus said, John 4:24 God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.

So is the angels and Satan and the demons. So in the law of dominion in order for these spirits to operate on this earth they need permutation. The law of territory demands that God has to create an interface or meeting place between Him and men, an agreement between divinity and humanity. It is the meeting place between man who has authority over the earth and God who has power. So we pray that God should give us power to do ABCD so we are giving you permission we are coming in agreement with You, that's what an Altar is.

Genesis 8:20-22 And Noah builded an altar unto the LORD; and took of every clean beast, and of every clean fowl, and offered burnt offerings on the altar.

And the LORD smelled a sweet savour; and the LORD said in his heart, I will not again curse the ground any more for man's sake; for the imagination of man's heart is evil from his youth; neither will I again smite any more every thing living, as I have done.

While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.

First record of a person building an altar.

After Solomon built an church for God he went to Gibeon and prayed at altar where God asked him what he wanted and he said he wanted wisdom

1 Kings 3:4-5 And the king went to Gibeon to sacrifice there; for that was the great high place: a thousand burnt offerings did Solomon offer upon that altar.

In Gibeon the LORD appeared to Solomon in a dream by night: and God said, Ask what I shall give thee.

The practice of altars are not mentioned much in the new testament however we can learn the principles and apply it in the new testament.

Altar is a place of sacrifice and offerings.

A place they met God and worship

A place where God reveals Himself to us.

A place where God makes covenant with us.

A place where we remember what God has done for us.

Altars of Abraham

Genesis 12:6-9 And Abram passed through the land unto the place of Sichem, unto the plain of Moreh. And the Canaanite was then in the land.

And the LORD appeared unto Abram, and said, Unto thy seed will I give this land: and there builded he an altar unto the LORD, who appeared unto him.

And he removed from thence unto a mountain on the east of Bethel, and pitched his tent, having Bethel on the west, and Hai on the east: and there he builded an altar unto the LORD, and called upon the name of the LORD.

And Abram journeyed, going on still toward the south.

Abraham was staying with his family as a place called Ur of Chaldees, which is present day Iraq,God told him to leave and go to a place where He has prepared for him, Abram was just going for Abram to understand where he was going he had to build altars.

Shechem, is the place where God appeared to him , where God told him He will give the place to him. God appeared to him and he built an altar for Him

He moves downwards and gets to a place called Bethel, he called the name of the Lord. To show that he's taking the place or the land, he built an altar there for God , when he got to Bethel there was famine in the land, he was wondering whether to stay or move and he move south south outside the will of God and he gets to Egypt. In Egypt he gets into more trouble because somebody wants to take his wife from him. The man actually took the wife and before he could do anything God visited him and God told him no you can't have her. God told him to add gold, silver and goats and give it to Abram. Now he realizes Egypt is not where God wants him to be.

How's he going to find the will of God for where God wants him to dwell, so he goes back to the altar he built for God , in other words if he had not built an altar for God in Bethel he would have missed his way. That's the importance of altars it helps you to know where to find God. So goes to Bethel and starts his journey again. As they were going his nephew that he had been with called Lot left him and something happened.

The next place Abraham built an altar called Hebron.

Hebron, where he settled in the land

Shechem is in the land of the promise

Hebron is where David was crowned king

Bethel is where Jacob when to meet God. So he was opening the path for the future for his descendants.

Hebron, he settles there

Genesis 12:6-9 And Abram passed through the land unto the place of Sichem, unto the plain of Moreh. And the Canaanite was then in the land.

And the LORD appeared unto Abram, and said, Unto thy seed will I give this land: and there builded he an altar unto the LORD, who appeared unto him.

And Abram journeyed, going on still toward the south.

Genesis 13:18 Then Abram removed his tent, and came and dwelt in the plain of Mamre, which is in Hebron, and built there an altar unto the LORD.

So he settled in Hebron.

Abraham altars helped him to track his way back to God , helped him to know what God's will was for his life and helped him to know what God had for him and also to establish the ownership for the promises of God

CAN WE NOW AS BELIEVERS ALSO BUILD ALTARS?

The answer is No, in the new testament, we don't build structures like Abraham did but there's a lot we can learn, Jesus mentioned it and also it was mentioned in the book of Revelation so the relevance is still there

Matthew 5:22-23 But I say unto you, That whosoever is angry with his brother without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment: and whosoever shall say to his brother, Raca, shall be in danger of the council: but whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire.

Therefore if thou bring thy gift to the altar, and there rememberest that thy brother hath ought against thee;

Revelation 8:3 And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne.

In practical terms we have to know how this things apply. In contemporary times we normally use where the pastor preaches on as altar.

Altars of the new testament are altars of the heart, when we are building altars of the new testament God looks at our heart, we have to build it spiritually in our heart. All thou we worship, pray and praise God in our hearts, there are things we can do to structure that act, when we worship God in spirit there must be a practical way we do it.

Things to do to erect an altar in your heart.

1. A place, a venue dedicated to God.

You can take it further, a spot in your house or shop where you dedicate for the worship of God. For us to be conscious of where God is there must be a spot or a venue. God is everywhere but throughout the scriptures God has created a venue where people could worship him.

Peace shalom

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captains-simp · 4 years ago

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hiii can you please do a 1) Angst with Nat where shes the one saying 'please dont go' because she pushed u away out of fear of either unreciprocated feelings or fear of her feelings for u?? and then there's a happy ending???

"Please don't go."

Warnings: oral, fingering, thigh grinding, hints at overstimulation, rejection, violence and some majorrrr angst

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Natasha Romanoff was the thing of many people's nightmares. Cunning, stealthy, ruthless. Those were just a few of the things that came to mind when describing Natasha in the field. It was what had earned her the Black Widow name, and rightfully so.

But behind that front was someone very different. It took a long time to find that person. It was hard to gain the trust of an assassin, much less the friendship. You had gotten there eventually, what you found was entirely worth every second of the wait.

Natasha had been your closest friend for as long as you could remember. You trusted her above everyone else and knew the feeling was mutual. A lot of things were with you two.

You came to the same conclusions in missions, spare of the moment and planned. You knew the best ways to comfort one another. You could even read each other like your favourite book when it was impossible for others.

It seemed almost predictable that your feelings for Natasha had been growing for a long time.

She was fiercely protective of the ones she loved. The relationships she developed were ones she held close to her heart and would do anything for. She never said it because she didn't have to.

While not being one for comforting words, Natasha would appear at your side in an instant if she thought you had been hurt in a mission or even training. Everything from checking in on you genuinely from time to time to let you rant about whatever was going on in your head to memorising your order from every kind of take out place made you feel cared for more than she could ever understand.

Maybe that was why you had fallen inlove with her.

"You are single handedly the best partner I have ever had." Natasha sighed as she laid back on her bed with her eyes trained on you. Oh how you wished she meant that in a different context.

"Likewise." You grinned as you poured some more wine into your glass and took a tentative sip.

"You usually work on a team." Natasha pointed out. "You haven't had your fair share of God awful partners yet."

"I can still recognise a good partner." You reminded and glanced down at the glass resting on your crossed legs.

Saying Natasha was good was the understatement of the year. No matter what she seemed to think the redhead was the reason for your success on the mission. All you had done was follow her instructions and reenact everything you had trained.

"Still, that was one of the best missions I've ever been on."

"You make it sound like you enjoyed it." You teased.

"I love my job." Natasha smirked as she took her glass from the bedside table and swirled the liquid around.

"I bet you do, must be easy when you're one of the best." You complimented more easily with the help of the alcohol.

"I like a challenge every now and then." She said as she sat up and tucked her legs under her. She downed the contents of her glass in a second and went to pour some more. Your eyes widened slightly but you accepted when she held the bottle out for you and poured a little more than you would have, finishing the bottle.

"You can challenge yourself in safer ways you know." Even if Natasha was one of the most feared agents on the planet she was still human. You worried about her a lot and tried to voice your opinions on mission files to ensure she did things the safest ways. She was always more set on doing things the most efficient way.

"Like what?" She enquired.

"I don't know, get a hobby." You laughed, hardly joking. A hobby was something everyone on the team needed, there was hardly ever the time.

"A hobby." Nat repeated, playing around with the thought as she said it. "I don't think I have time for that." You hummed understandably. "Do you want one?" She asked as she watched you.

"I barely have time for socialising." You scoffed and sipped on the alcohol.

"You live with us." The redhead pointed out, clearly missing your point.

"For work. When was the last time we had a movie night?" You asked. Natasha thought back to try and pinpoint a date but you kept going. "All of the parties are basically part of the job. Our schedules are all off so we rarely eat dinner together. We never really hang out anymore." You reflected with a pang of sadness.

"We're hanging out now." Natasha pointed out.

"We are." You couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face.

"So let's make the most of it." She said as she reached under her bed to retrieve another bottle. You barely questioned why it was there.

She poured more of the drink into each of your glasses and you clinched them together. You took a sip of yours and Natasha watched you as she raised the glass to her lips then paused for a second.

Her eyes trailed to your lips as you licked them to wipe away the traces of the drink. Your cheeks heated up under her far from subtle gaze and a lazy smirk played across Natasha's lips in her signature way.

It wasn't uncommon for Nat to flirt and tease you, she did it with everyone after all, but that night it seemed like a genuine interest, you just didn't want to fool yourself into thinking that.

You stretched your legs out infront of you simply to do something with yourself as Natasha continued to watch you mirror her position. You were startled when you felt on of her hands grip your calf and pull you up the bed towards her.

She silently took your glass from your hands and placed her glass down on the table with yours.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a smile as you tried to ignore your rapidly beating heart from having her hand on your calf and having the strength to pull you with the one hand just a second ago.

"Making the most of our time together." Natasha said simply as her hand dropped back down to your leg. Her fingers lightly ghosted up your calf again as a small smirk continued to stay on her lips.

You gulped, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry as you watched Natasha's slender fingers wander in a seemingly innocent way.

As if your dumbfounded and blank expression wasn't enough for her, Natasha suddenly sat up more and slowly lifted her leg over yours as she gave you some of the most intense eye contact you had ever experienced and straddled your lap.

You searched her face for anything and all you got was a mischievous smirk; nothing past that, no implication as to what was really happening.

"Cat got your tongue?" She teased as she ran her hands down your bare arms making you visibly shiver.

"I..." You whispered, having no idea what to say in response. Natasha lowered her head to the side of your neck and breathed lightly against the exposed skin, curtsey of the loose bun she had done for you.

"Maybe I should try steal it back." Her lips grazed your sensitive skin as she spoke. All sense escaped you when her lips pressed ever so lightly against your neck.

Her hands moved to your waist to hold you as she planted soft kisses along your neck that started to become less light. Her teeth nipped at your skin making you yelp slightly in surprise. Natasha grinned against you as her hands moved round to your stomach and pushed you down flat on your back on the mattress.

Seeing her straddling your stomach above you with an illegally attractive smirk made something undeniable go straight to your core. You clenched your thighs together subconsciously, not realising how telling the gesture was to Natasha.

She slowly leant down and hovered her face inches above yours as her hands trailed up to your own and pinned them above your head. Your breath was shaky and you just knew your friend could tell from your close proximity.

A million things buzzed around your head. Until you caught sight of an especially bright spec of green in Natasha's eyes and found yourself haulting all your questions. That was when you pushed all of your worries and questions to the side to focus on what was infront of you. Or rather who was ontop of you.

You closed your eyes and lifted your head, finally reciprocating in the way you had wanted to a while. Her lips met yours in an instant and felt even softer against your own than you had ever imagined. Your lips moved in perfect sync that you found yourself getting lost in as well as the taste of Natasha that you thought might stay with you forever.

You gasped and parted your lips when she pinched your inner thigh unexpectedly and was quietened when Natasha's tongue met yours. She sucked on it for a brief moment and grinned into you when she felt you moan.

Her lips left yours and started to kiss across your jaw before you could protest then dipped down to your neck. You tilted your head back to give her further access as you held onto her back and tried to steady your breathing.

While one hand held your waist the other stroked along your bare thigh under your dress. You closed your eyes as you struggled to competly focus on any one of the movements. You especially failed when Nat placed one of her muscular thighs between yours, forcing them apart and pressing down on a sensitive area.

You gasped as you felt her apply pressure to your aching clit with her thigh and bucked your hips against her. She chuckled lowly into your ear and held down your thigh and waist with strength that only feuled your growing arousal.

"Tasha." You moaned when the redhead bit down on your neck. Simultaneously, her hand wandered further up your thigh to explore the wanton part between your legs. She sighed deeply into your neck when her fingers brushed against wet spot on your panties.

You whined lowly when she withdrew her fingers only to flip you onto your front and straddle your back. Her slim fingers held the zip on the back of your dress dress swiftly pulled it down along with the rest of your dress.

Her hands ran along your bare back and she unfastened your bra with ease, throwing it somewhere neither of you cared about. She brought her hands back to you and caressed the exposed skin on your sides and leant down flat against you as her hands cupped your breasts. She kissed your shoulder blades as she started to pinch your strained buds. As much as you enjoyed the way she handled you, you needed attention lower down and was becoming impatient, resorting to rocking yourself against the bed in search of something.

"You're a needy thing, aren't you?" She husked, noticing your actions in an instant.

You whimpered into the bed and was suddenly moved onto your back again and stared up at the redheaded beauty who was taking in the sight of your bare breasts.

"You've got me all worked up too, baby." She said as she pulled her own dress down and flung it across the room. Unlike you, she wasn't wearing a bra under her dress giving you the sight of her perfect set. Your own eyes lowered and your breath hitched at the sight of her bare pussy. For a moment you questioned if she had it all planned, but she was straddling your face before you could think about it anymore.

She certainly wasn't lying when she said she was worked up, she was soaked.

With a burst of confidence, you grabbed the back of her thighs and lowered herself onto your tongue that swiped through her folds. You hummed at the initial taste that enveloped your senses and sucked momentarily on her throbbing clit.

"Fuck." Natasha moaned as she pulled on some loose strands of your hair. You pushed your tongue into her awaiting cunt as far as you could go and retracted it to repeat the motion, all while your best friend grinded down on your face.

"Such a good mouth." She praised as you focused your tongue on her soaking channel.

You brought one of your hands up and rubbed Natasha's clit with your thumb as your tongue started to increase it's pace. The redhead's inner walls started to clamp down on your muscle and you took this with a new vigor.

It didn't take long for her thighs to tighten around your head and for Natasha to ride out her orgasm in desperation as you eagerly lapped up all of her cum until she got off you.

"Suck." She instructed only slightly breathlessly as she held her fingers infront of your mouth. You opened in an instant and licked up the length of her fingers before taking them in your mouth as you kept your eyes trained on Natasha.

"Good girl." She praised with a smirk when she withdrew her fingers. She straddled one of your thighs as her fingers danced down to where you needed them the most.

Her fingers slipped inside your pussy with ease. They slowly edged further until they curled against your sweet spot that made your head drop back against the bed. Natasha repeated the come here motion everytime her fingers returned but her pace remained slow and teasing.

You whined in protest but was shushed by the redhead when she pressed herself into your thigh. You gasped as you felt her slick along your thigh and the small rotations of her hips to grind herself against you.

As the pace of her hips increased so did her fingers that were returning to you at twice the pace. You moaned together as everytime Natasha's fingers hit your special spot she angled herself to brush her clit up against your muscle.

The Russian started to dig herself deeper against you and her movements became much more frantic. Her fingers became rougher and faster, never failing to make your head spin when she angled them perfectly.

"Fuck, Nat!" You moaned as your bucked your hips up against her hand.

Her movements became less coordinated as she chased her release and consequently managed to extend her fingers deeper within you making your walls clamp down harshly.

"You feel so good against my pussy." Nat moaned until she came undone on your thigh soon followed by you.

She spread her arousal across your thigh as she rode out her orgasm and kept her fingers deep inside you making you squirm under her.

Her eyes were still glazed over when she looked back down at you and saw you unsuccessfully trying to move away. An evil glint appeared in her eyes as a smirk played on her lips and she leaned down to hover over you again.

"Oh, malysh, we are no where near done."

You woke up to a stream of sunlight flowing into the bedroom and onto the bed. You instinctively went to shield your eyes and turn over but when you did you noticed the body laying peacefully next to you.

You let your eyes adjust and brain start to kick in until you saw the mess of red hair on the pillow next to you. You smiled widely when the memories of the night before began to come back to you.

You were both laying naked in bed with the duvet barely covering you. Natasha had her back to you so you reached out and gently stroked a finger across her shoulder blades. Her shoulders tensed slightly as she gradually woke up and you were reminded of how much you pushed your bodies to the limit. You were feeling kind of sore too.

"Good morning." You greetee with a tired continuous smile and scooched over closer to her only for her to sit up without looking at you.

"Morning." She replied stiffly. You frowned a little in confusion and glanced over at her alarm clock to see how late it is and go to get up too. You had a team meeting that morning that you definetly couldn't miss.

You didn't really know what to say to her when you were finding your clothes. She didn't say anything either but the silence didn't feel right. Not awkward, just not right.

You kept glancing over at her but she never faced you when she was quickly getting changed into clean clothes.

You looked over at the clock again nervously. Half an hour until the meeting. Need to have a shower, clean clothes, breakfast? No, no time. Talk to Natasha?

You really had no clue what to say to the redhead you had spent the night in and it definelty didn't help that your brain hadn't fully kicked in yet.

"So I'll...see you later then?" Smooth, y/n.

"Yeah." Nat said back as she searched for something in her drawers. You nodded and awkwardly pointed to the door and practically ran towards it. The moment you were on the other side of the door you smacked yourself on forehead and started to think about what to say to your best friend.

Throughout the whole of the team meeting Natasha didn't look at you once. Even in the most important meetings she would shoot you a smile every so often or kick you lightly if she knew you weren't paying attention. But she never even acknowledged you in that one.

Granted, the mission brief was one of the most important ones the team had ever had while you had been there. It wasn't for a couple of weeks because an operation like that one required a lot of planning, preparing and paperwork to fill out before it had even started.

It was the single biggest Hydra base there was. It was the heart of all Hydra operations and that meant there was a lot to do. All Hydra agents needed to be captured or killed, all data and information they had needed to be taken and the place needed to be destroyed.

The meeting dragged on for a long time and eventually you were all told to leave and continue as normal until the mission. You planned to walk out with Natasha but she had disappeared before you got the chance.

It was like that for the rest of the day. You never saw your friend and everytime you asked someone where she was she was never where they said. It felt like you were going on a wild goose chase for her between training and eating.

Eventually though, you finally found her in the kitchen late in the evening making herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She saw you approaching and tensed up without you noticing as you nervously approached, practising what had decided to say to her over in your head.

"Hey." You smiled, eyes trailing to the snack she had prepared as you remembered the time you lectured her on doing it wrong and corrected her. She had insisted you couldn't make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich wrong, but always did it your way after that.

"Hi." She said as she cut the sandwich in half and went to make a swift leave.

"I've been looking for you all day." You half laughed as you moved to stand infront of her.

"I've been busy." She replied and went to move around you.

"Yeah." You laughed nervously again as you followed her.

You had never really been one to shoot your shot or make the first move. It was awkward and uncomfortable even if you ended up lucky. You had never wanted to risk screwing everything up.

You could manage the bottled up feelings most of the time. You always chose that over some form of confrontation. Those were just small, passing crushes. Natasha Romanoff was far from that. And given everything that had happened the night before, you were sure you had a chance - more than a chance.

"So last night was great. More than great actually." You corrected as you managed to keep up with her fast strides.

"I'n glad you enjoyed it." She said simply.

"Did...did you?"

"Yes."

"Cool, so um I was thinking- well I was wondering if you would want to go out sometime." You started as you fiddled with your fingers. "I know you're busy so it doesn't have to be right away- or at all of course! Totally up to you, we could just get a drink or a meal." You rambled, going completly off script. You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you caught sight of Natasha's room. She stayed silent for a while and you started to suspect you should have kept your mouth shut.

"Look, y/n." Oh God. "Last night wasn't...we were drunk." She started.

"No we weren't." You instantly said and winced at your frantic reply. "I mean we were tipsy at the very most." You corrected and hoped it overruled your desperate comment prior.

"Right, but it wasn't anything serious." Oh fuck. "We were just messing around and celebrating." She said slowly as she reached her door and grabbed the handle, clearly wanting to leave the awkward convosation.

"Oh...yeah of course. I knew that." You lied. "I just thought...yeah never mind- sorry." You rambled again and scratched the back of your neck.

"It's alright." She said looking at her door longingly. "See you tomorrow, y/n." She finally said.

"Yeah, goodnight, Nat." You said back and heard the door shut as soon as you turned around.

Fuck!

Natasha was a generally very mature person. That meant she could put aside personal differences for her job and move past disagreements and resolve tension for the sake of the friendships she developed and treasured. It seemed that didn't apply to you.

You understood that the redhead would want space for a few days. Time was the best thing you could give to allow yourself to pick up the pieces of your heart to reassemble eventually and for Natasha move past what you said.

A week past and Natasha still avoided you like the plague.

That drastic change was one you had never prepared yourself to adjust to. You had been so confident that Natasha felt the same way, it was the one time you didn't plan for rejection. That made it even harder. One moment you and Natasha were practically joint at the hip and the next you were rarely in the same room.

Everytime she went into a room and saw you there she made some excuse about forgetting something and didn't return. If it was you who arrived in a room she was already in she would mutter something about being busy and having things to do.

That meant Nat started doing things like training in the evenings or early night just to avoid you. It was a miracle if she ate a meal with the others too. Her whole schedule changed drastically.

The others noticed pretty quickly. All of it. Natasha's strange routine was just as clear as her separation from you. No one really wanted to say anything, thinking that any issues you and Natasha had could be solved by yourselves. But with the mission fast approaching and there being no signs of things returning to normal, Steve decided to talk to you.

You knew it was Steve at your door by the softness of his knock. Everyone on the team could determine who was outside their door by their knock, it didn't seem possible but it was your equivalent of knowing which family member was coming up the stairs.

"Come in, Steve." You called as you flicked through Netflix. It was late in the evening and you were trying to unwind before bed but you were still haunted by the memories of screwing up your friendship with Natasha.

"You alright?" He asked as he closed the door and joined you on the bed that sunk a little under his weight.

"Never better." You said sarcastically before smiling a little at him, you knew he meant well.

"What's going on with you and Nat?" He asked. You paused you mindless scrolling through the TV as you felt the pain in your chest return.

"I messed it up, Steve. I messed it all up." You admitted as you started to shake.

"Hey." He comforted as he saw tears form in your eyes. He put his arms around you and let you lean into him and rest you head on his shoulder.

"I don't know how to fix it." You babbled.

"Fix what?"

"Us. I think she hates me."

"Nat could never hate you." He assured making you cry a little harder.

"She won't go near me." You argued

"What happened?" He asked again patiently.

"She knows. She knows I like her." Steve chuckled softly and continued to hold you.

"Y/n we all know. It doesn't take a spy to work it out." You sniffed with a smile and wiped the tears away as you leant away from him to look at the blonde.

"I asked her out." You said.

"That was a brave thing to do." He defended despite clearly knowing how it turned out for you. You decided to leave out the reason you worked up the balls to do it.

"I don't think she thinks so." Steve sighed as he looked at the TV in consideration.

"Maybe, but she will eventually."

"How long will that be?"

"It's hard to say with Nat, but eventually. You could try talk to her again?" He suggested.

"Have you been missing how she avoids me like I'm her worst nightmare." You deadpanned.

"You let her know you care about her a lot, you're not far off." You thought for a moment about how right Steve was. Nat never did like intimacy, but she never had a problem with it if it was you. "And she may be a spy by we have a security room." He pointed out and you smiled again.

"Okay." You agreed. "Tomorrow." You decided, knowing there was a lot higher chance of you actually going through with it if you had already told Steve you would.

"Okay." He smiled back and stood up from the bed and went to leave.

"Have you talked to her?" You suddenly asked.

"Seems like she's avoiding everyone."

You surprised even yourself when you found yourself in the security room the next day in the late evening. It didn't take you long to flick through all the cameras and spot Natasha training with the holograms.

You made your way down to her quickly, trying to figure out at least the outline of what you could say to her. Nothing really came to mind when you tried to piece it together.

When you arrived she was focused on throwing an onslaught of punches at a punching bag that honestly looked like it was on the verge of being torn in half. It made you strongly consider backing out when you saw her like that. You just hoped that state of mind wouldn't come across in your convosation.

"Hey." You croaked making the redhead spin around with her guard still up. "Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." You assured as you took a tentative step towards her.

"You didn't scare me." She defied, annoyance present in her voice.

"I guess if you can be pranked by Clint that many times and not be scared nothing will scare you." You joked in a futile attempt to lighten the mood. It didn't work.

The redhead stayed silent as she adjusted the straps on her gloves. You thought she would pack up her things and leave but she went back to the punching bag and blanked you.

"Are you gonna ignore me forever?" You sighed. She paused her punches for a second before turning to look at you for the first time in over a week.

"I'm not ignoring you."

"We haven't talked in a while." You said, choosing not to argue over the fact that yes she definetly had been ignoring you.

"I've been busy." Her expression was stoic as she looked at you and it made you uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry for making things weird. But we can move past it. I can so you definitely should. Just because you don't want to date me doesn't mean you get to treat me like this, it's not fair on me and its not fair on the team." You breathed deeply when you finished and averted your eyes as you grew more uncomfortable from the confrontation.

"That's just the thing, y/n." Natasha said as she started to take her gloves off. "You're not going to move past it. I know you, and I know you're not going to be over it in a week." You frowned at her blunt response and took a few more steps towards her.

"Get over yourself, Nat." You sighed in frustration. "It's not like I declared that I was inlove with you. And don't forget that you came onto me that night."

"Exactly, y/n. It was one fucking night. It didn't mean anything but you decided to make a big deal out of it." You struggled to push aside the ache that came from her words and the bitter way she delivered them.

"You're never intimate with anyone. So yes when you fucked me and let me fuck you I thought there might be something more to it. It's not a crime to want something more."

Nat's jaw clenched at your words. You had brought in something personal about her and she was inevitably about to put up her walls in the most hurtful way she could. You knew that, but it didn't help you prepare.

"Why can't you accept that you were just a good fuck?" She spat as she glared at you. "Definitely one that I regret." You gulped as you took in the harsh reality of her words.

"Regret?" You whispered.

"Yes, y/n. I regret it. It was a mistake, every fucking bit of it." A mistake?

You didn't say anything in response to that. You were sure that even if you could think of something it would just come out as a squeak. Nat continued to glare at you in a way you couldn't hold. You glanced down at the floor, then the walls, then the punching pad and nodded quickly. You turned around and wandered aimlessly out the room as tears fell silently down your cheeks.

Needless to say things didn't get any better after that encounter. The only difference was that you were mutually avoiding each other. It hurt. A lot. You never thought you would avoid Natasha like you were. You never thought she would break your heart either.

The day of the mission didn't change anything. You and Natasha were sat as far away from each other as possible.

Only the anxiety over the mission was able to overpower the tension in the plane.

Steve had gone over the brief once more in full detail on the plane and you replayed all the information in your head until you landed. Once the quinjet had engaged its cloaking tech it landed in an open area in the surrounding forest.

You all left the quinjet in a concentrated silence as you surveyed your surroundings. It didn't take long to find the first patrolling agents in the forest that were swiftly taken out as to not alert anyone else.

The whole team was scattered across the forest from four planes in a circular layout that advanced towards the Hydra base. Even some of the best S.H.I.E.L.D agents had been brought in to assist. Steve was the first to infiltrate the base and in the least subtle way. You could hear the glass smashing and loud grunts in your coms that made you wish, not for the first time, that you could adjust the volume on those things.

You knew your route. You had it memorized clearly in your head and you also knew that some of it overlapped with Natasha's. You spotted her in your peripheral as you turned a corner to shoot at two charging agents. You leant back against the wall to reload and glanced to your left to see Natasha advancing. Stay focused. You reminded yourself.

You took a quick glance behind the corner again before looking back at Natasha who had her gun raised at you with a flightly fearing expression. Your eyes widened and you went to shout at her to stop messing around but she had already fired the gun. You heard a loud grunt and a body collapse to the floor tight behind you. You swivelled around to see a Hydra agent laying in a pool of his own blood with a handgun next to him.

"Thanks." You breathed out and started around the corner. Natasha had to take another left to the supposed data room where she could collect as much as much as could. You had to keep going but felt the sudden urge to ensure that she was safe. You looked over your shoulder as she opened the door and fired two shots before swiftly entering the room with her gun still raised.

You listened out for any more shots and heard none. She's fine. She knows what she's doing. You assured yourself as you went on.

Half an hour later the building had been cleared of all Hydra agents. Many had been captured and were had many hours of interrogation ahead of them while others hadn't been so lucky. It always weighed on you for a while when you killed as many people as you did on that mission. It was hard but it was necessary. It was the job.

The price of freedom is high. You reminded yourself. The price of freedom is high. The price of freedom is h- "Agent Romanoff is down."

"What?!" You spun around to face the building to see the room Natasha was in. It was in the center of the left side because of course you remembered exactly where she was meant to be.

You instinctively started sprinting back to the building when there was a sudden bright orange and yellow light followed by a deafening boom from the exact room Natasha was meant to be in. The explosion was quick but you got a chance to get an estimate of the scale of it and if Natasha was still in there...oh God.

"Has anyone got eyes on Romanoff?!" You demanded as you stared up at the building, finding yourself rooted to the spot.

"I got her." Steve coughed painfully. "I need a medic." He announced as he ran through the building and out the nearest exit with Natasha unconscious in his arms.

Everything else faded into the background when you saw her. The building still needed to be destroyed but you couldn't care less about the mission.

You stayed at Steve's side as he carried the readhead to the plane and laid her down gently on the bench. A medic was already there waiting and was checking Nat's vitals in an instant.

You dropped down to your knees next to her and watched her face for any signs of consciousness. When you couldn't find any you gently took ahold of her hand and laced your fingers together. You took a great deal of comfort in how warm they were and how warm you were determined for them to remain. You would kill Nat if she died on you.

Yes, she had hurt you. But you were pretty sure you were inlove with her.

You didn't let go of Natasha's hand for a long time. You held onto it tightly throughout the entirety of the flight home. You kept your fingers laced together when she was being taken to the medical wing. You held her hand for a while when they had finally settled her into a bed. She looked so peaceful in that state, you hoped it felt like that for her. She was still so beautiful too, even when she had dirt and smoke all over her before you had cleaned it all off.

You only let go when Steve practically dragged you out of the room to get some proper sleep in your bed.

You had been assured by multiple people that Natasha would be fine.

She had already been unconcious when Steve found her and was able to get her out the room before the bomb went off. It still had an impact and threw them both against a wall, but they were okay. She was okay.

You visited the redhead often but never stayed for long. As much as you wanted to, you knew she wouldn't want you there when she woke up. She had made it clear before that you had lost what you had with her, you were sure the mission hadn't changed that.

One day when you approached her room you peered around the door and saw that she was already sat up and looking around. She spotted you at the door instantly.

"Sorry." You apologised and went make a swift leave but stopped in your tracks when she spoke.

"Please don't go." She called out. You slowly turned around to face her and saw a pleading look across her face that you had never seen in her before.

You hesitated for a moment until you timidly made your way to the chair next to her bed. She watched you do so silently and anxiously, like she expected you to run out any second. You honestly thought about it, thinking another lecture was coming.

"You've been out a few days." You told her without meeting her eyes. "I was worried." You mentally scolded yourself for saying it as soon as you did, thinking that wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"I'm sorry." She surprised you by saying.

"It's not your fault, you didn't throw the bomb at yourself." You smiled nervously.

"Not about that." Nat said quietly. "About everything else. I treated you so badly." The regret couldn't have been more clear in her voice. "I was just scared- and that's not an excuse! It's just the truth." She explained nervously. You listened intently as you stared at her duvet.

"I lied when I said it was a mistake. I lied when I said I regretted it. I lied when I said it didn't mean anything. It meant everything to me, y/n." She explained wholeheartedly as tears started to form in her eyes.

For a moment you couldn't quite comprehend what you're seeing or hearing. Natasha was letting down her walls competly. She was being vulnerable to you.

"I care about you so much. More than I've ever let myself care about anyone. I pushed it aside and tried to ignore it for the longest time but that night I caved and I...I don't know I wasn't thinking about anything other than how much I wanted to show you I cared for you. And when I thought I finally figured out a way to do it I couldn't face it after.

"You never did anything wrong, y/n. It was all me. I couldn't face my feelings but I can't stand not being with you. Is there..." She gulped as her hands trembled notably. "Is there any possibility of a second chance?" She whispered almost fearfully. You finally looked up at her and saw the tears running down her cheeks as she gazed at you like you were the only thing of any importance in the world.

You took her shaking hand in both of yours to steady it and yourself as you spoke. "No more running off?" You asked.

"No more running off." She confirmed.

"No more lying to me?"

"No more lying."

"No more being a pussy." You half joked.

"Definelty no more being a pussy." She laughed weakly.

"Okay then. Natasha, would you like to go on a date with me?" You asked with a smile you couldn't hold back.

"It would be my pleasure, y/n." You grinned and leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on her lips as you kept ahold of her hands. She smiled against you and when you moved back you saw the glint of happiness in her eyes.

Sure, you had done things in the completly wrong order. And yes, the journey to get there had been far from easy. But you swore that day that you would make sure everything after it was done perfectly.

It was a few weeks later on the night you shared your first 'I love you' that she confessed she had sworn the same thing. And it worked.

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Bernard Figures It Out

Was reading through all the comments on @frostbittenbucky's post and all I could think of was that it was Bernard talking to Tim. Then I got to thinking...

"I've connected the two dots."

"You didn't connect shit."

"I've connected them."

Bernard figures out Tim's a superhero... sort of.

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Tim fidgetted nervously as he waited on the front porch of his boyfriend’s house. Bernard had sounded so serious when he’d called during Tim’s lunch to ask him to come over after work so they could talk about something.

Which Tim had done, after spending an entire board meeting just going over the past week trying to figure out what he’d done.

The only thing he could think of was that he’d ducked out halfway through their lunch date on Wednesday to give Duke some backup, but Bernard had seemed understanding when Tim explained there was an emergency at GRC Labs. It couldn’t have been a tipping point, either, since Tim had managed to only flake on three other dates over the past few months they’d been dating. Kate had been happy to cover for him as often as she could “out of queer solidarity” when she found out Tim was dating a boy for the first time and Tim had managed to trick Bruce into covering a few actual Wayne Enterprises emergencies for him when they came up.

There had to be a reason Bernard was breaking up with him, though. Had he missed something? He definitely wasn’t forgetting an important day. He was good with days and Tam was even better, so she would have reminded him on the off chance that he had forgotten.

What was he missing?

Bernard was smiling when he opened the door, but there was a nervous energy to it that had Tim’s stomach sinking. “Hey, Tim.”

“Hey.” Tim gave his own nervous smile then slipped inside.

They went into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Tim frowned when Bernard grabbed a manila folder off the coffee table. Crud, had he screwed up enough that Bernard had had to make a list? He knew he was new to dating a guy, but he hadn’t thought he’d done that bad. He’d really been trying, especially with how his and Stephanie’s relationship had fallen apart at the end. “What -”

“Just let me speak, Tim,” Bernard said, waiting for Tim’s nod. “Okay, so you know Clark Kent, right?”

Tim blinked as Bernard opened the folder to show a picture of Clark. It looked like one of the employee pictures from the Planet’s website, with his dorky “I’m just a humble country boy” smile and the golden globe from their roof photoshopped in as the background. “Uh, yeah? I think so. He works for the Daily Planet, right? I think he’s worked at a few of Bruce’s events. Not a lot of outside reporters are willing to come to Gotham.”

“Exactly!” Bernard said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Tim.

“What?”

He pulled out the picture to show the next page was an article titled, “DAILY PLANET REPORTER… BATMAN!?”

A wave of relief washed over Tim and he placed his face in his hands. “Were you up all night on the hero conspiracy boards again?”

“No. I mean, I found this on a board and was up all night thinking about it, but I found it reasonably early.”

“One in the morning isn’t reasonable, Bernard.”

“Says the guy who’s always wide awake when I call to infodump.”

“Touché.” Tim leaned against Bernard and gave him a smile. “So tell me, why is some reporter from Metropolis from all places Batman.”

“First of all, living in Metropolis is the perfect cover. Everyone assumes Batman would live in Gotham, no one would consider he could be from anywhere else. Metropolis is outside the GMA, but close enough that the commute is still possible.”

“But it’s Metropolis.”

“And who would think Gotham’s Dark Knight lives in the sunshine capital? Plus, I hear he disappears a lot on the job. There’s gotta be a reason for it!”

Tim made a note to let Clark know he needs to cut back on the disappearing act some since people are catching on.

“And have you seen the guy? He is swol AF, babe.”

“Please don’t call me babe while you’re talking about how hot another guy is.” Especially Tim’s honorary uncle.

“You know I prefer twinks.”

“BERNARD!”

“I’m just saying,” he continued, ignoring Tim’s shout. “The guy is definitely hiding something! Besides, Kent is an investigative reporter. He’s gotta know a lot about cases and the underground and detective work.”

Not as much as he likes people to think, but more than he likes people to know Superman does, Tim mused. “But what about the other vigilantes?”

“Well, Kent has a cousin…” Bernard flipped through a folder and pulled out a picture of Kara. It looked like a screenshot of her interviewing Lena for CatCo. “She’s obviously the latest Batgirl. Look at her hair. And the first Batgirl and the current Batwoman were obviously Lois Lane, the red hair is just a wig. Did you see how she kicked butt at that last event she went to? She’s not as subtle as Kent. That means their son is the latest Robin. He’s exactly the right size.”

Oh, Damian better not hear about this, Tim cackled internally. His youngest brother hated being reminded that Jon was the same height as him despite their two years age difference. Damian definitely took after Talia when it came to body type, no matter what he said.

“And Kent also has a brother.” This time he pulled out a picture of Kon. The clone must have been caught by a reporter out shopping with Ma since he was carrying some paper bags and glaring at whoever was behind the camera. “At least, he’s supposedly Kent’s brother, but he was a teenager when he first showed up with the Kents. A lot of people think he’s actually Kent’s son, that Kent got a girl pregnant when they were teenagers and something happened to the mom so Kent had to take him in. Now the Kents are trying to hide it by saying the two are brothers.”

That was… scarily accurate actually. Especially given Luthor and Clark were close friends at the time that Kon would have theoretically been born.

“And that beef would explain why the younger Kent brother went all crime lord on Gotham for a while before reconnecting with the family.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, Kent Jr.’s got the perfect build for Red Hood.”

Tim bit back a comment on how Kon was shorter than Jason by a good foot. Timothy Drake-Wayne should not know that. Add Jason to the list of people who can’t hear this theory.

“And then there’s this girl,” Bernard picked up a picture of Lois, Jon, and Natasha Irons walking down the street together. “No one’s sure exactly who she is, but she’s been spotted with the Kents a few times. I think the cover story is that she’s Jon’s babysitter.”

“And the actual story?”

“She’s Black Bat, obviously. That’s why she wears a mask that fully covers her face. She doesn’t want to stand out as the only African American Bat.”

“Isn’t Signal also Black?”

“Yeah, but he works in the daytime so he’s already a standout.”

“And who is Signal in this? And what about Nightwing and Red Robin?”

“Well, Nightwing’s just a Blüd who came to Gotham. He doesn’t count.”

Ouch. Sorry, Dick.

“And Red Robin is obviously an older Robin, the one who was Robin when we were kids. Kent wanted to keep him on, and I don’t blame him. As for Signal, he’s got the same backstory as all the other Robins Kent picked up, he just went the Signal route because he didn’t fit the usual Robin mold.”

“Because the female Robin fit the mold,” Tim snorted. Robin Mold, as if he and his brothers were even the same ethnicity. Or even had the same hair color. Jason dyes his hair, Dick’s is brown-black, Tim’s is pure black, and Damian’s is more a dark brown and it’s only getting lighter as he gets older.

“She didn’t, that’s the point. Kent tried to give breaking the Robin mold a chance by letting his cousin have a go at it, but he realized it just didn’t work so she went back to being Spoiler and he got a new Robin.”

Not touching that with a ten-foot pole. “Right, and where does he get the usual Robins? Please tell me you’re not back on the secret government orphanages theory.”

“No, no, no. Kent travels sometimes for his job, right? And a lot of the time he’s going to places that have been hit by disasters or major crimes. So he’ll take in some of the displaced children to train as his robins.”

Tim pressed his face back into his hands.

“You see it, right?”

Honestly, Tim was just wondering how his boyfriend could be so close, and yet so far off. “How would Kent even afford taking care of a bunch of secret -- possibly illegally acquired -- children without anyone noticing?”

“Simple. Bruce Wayne is funding him.”

“Bernard, I love you, but what the heck?” Tim blushed and looked up as he realized what he’d said, but Bernard didn’t seem to notice as he steamrolled ahead.

“It’d also explain how he can afford all the gear and how he’d be able to travel to Gotham or anywhere else Batman goes without anyone noticing. He probably has a secret Batplane or something.”

“Why would Bruce do that?”

“Because Wayne cares about Gotham, everyone knows that, and this way he can make sure someone’s taking care of the city without anyone putting two and two together.”

“And two plus two is?”

Bernard gave him a hard look. “I’m not stupid, Tim. Bruce Wayne is obviously Superman. His face is right there.”

Oh, the others are going to love this! Too bad I can’t tell Damian or Jason. Jason especially would have loved this. “Right. Bruce is Superman.”

“He is. Superman is known for being nice and Bruce Wayne’s basically all that’s keeping the city running at this point. That’s nice as hell.”

Oh my god.

“And Wayne does charity for the victims of cataclysms, doesn't he? I bet he first saves people from them as Superman and then builds them new homes for free.”

Oh my god! Why am I not recording this!?

“And the Wayne’s were rich enough to hide the fact they adopted an alien baby.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “If you’re about to tell me this is why Bruce’s parents got killed, you might want to stop while you’re ahead.”

“It’d make sense. There’re all sorts of unanswered questions about their deaths,” Bernard muttered under his breath, flipping through the folder. He pulled out another picture of Kara. This time she was in full Supergirl attire with a bus held overhead. “So if Wayne is Superman, then that’d mean your ex-girlfriend could be Supergirl. They look a lot alike and it’d explain how she got involved with you all.”

“Bernard, she has a human dad. You know, Cluemaster. The supervillain.”

“Yeah, her dad. But we don’t know anything about her mom!”

“Let me guess…”

Bernard pulled out a picture of Karen. She and Helena were suited up and talking to a group of cops, two goons held over each of Karen’s shoulders. “Her mom could be Power Girl! Some makeup and a wig and she could look just like Crystal Brown! And Damian Wayne is obviously the new Superboy! That’s why his background is such a mystery, right? He had to stay a secret until he could control his alien superpowers. That’s why he’s always so mean. It’s a cover since everyone knows Superboy is super sweet!”

Sure, when he’s not helping Damian pull pranks or using his adorable powers to put the blame on Kon and I. “No, Bernard. Damian and Steph are just very human hellspawn. And Bruce and Crystal are human too. I can’t believe you called me over here just to tell me you think Superman is both Batman’s sugar daddy and my adoptive dad.”

“Well, that’s not exactly why I called you over,” Bernard admitted, the nervous energy coming back. He grabbed Tim’s hands. “Tim -”

Tim’s stomach sank. “You are breaking up with me!”

“What? No! I don’t want to break up!”

“Why are you acting all nervous and serious then!?” Tim asked, pulling his hands away to throw them up in the air.

Bernard shook the folder. “Because I’m trying to tell you I figured out you’re Superboy!”

Tim’s brain blue-screened and his hands slowly dropped. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I know you’re Superboy. The older one, obviously. By the way, you and Damian really need to figure out separate names.”

Forget Jason and Damian, Kon can never find out about this. He’d never let me live it down. “Bernard, you called me a twink five minutes ago. Su-” Shoot, I can not risk getting Kon’s attention! “The older one might not be as big as Superman, but he’s not a twink.”

“Well, yeah, that’s the shapeshifting at work.”

“The what?”

“Obviously you Kryptonians can shapeshift. Why else would you look so much like humans?”

… Why do Kryptonians look so much like humans? Was there some - Wait, no! Break into the Fortress of Solitude for research later! Reassure your boyfriend that you’re not an alien now! “Bernard -”

“And that explains why your step-mom was so hot.”

“Gross.”

“She and your dad were actors hired by Luthor so you could have a normal life! But now Bruce has custody so he adopted you.”

“No.”

“That’s why you and your dad were so weird with each other when I met him.”

“We were weird because he’d just gotten out of a coma not long before to find that his wife was dead so he decided to actually be a dad for once in his life, but overcompensated and became a helicopter parent to a kid who was mostly on his own for his entire life!” Tim blurted out. “I am not an alien, Bernard!”

“Well, not technically since you were cloned from Superman on Earth.”

“Oh my god! You were just talking about Steph being Supergirl! Why would I date my dad’s cousin?”

Bernard blinked. “Supergirl and Superman are cousins?”

Right, Timothy Drake-Wayne wasn’t supposed to know that. “I thought they’d said something like that before, yeah. Are people seriously saying I’m Superboy on the internet?”

“NO! No, I swear I would have led with that if I thought your identity was compromised. A few people have mentioned Wayne and Damian, but not you or Steph or Jason.”

“Wh-Jason!? You think Jason was an alien too!”

“No, not exactly, but a few times when I’ve visited I swear I’ve seen a guy in the manor who looks like Jason. It’s just been out of the corner of my eye and he’s gone whenever I look so I’ve always thought it was just Dick or Bruce or some picture of Jason that my mind was playing tricks with, but it makes sense now that I know Wayne is Superman. He must have been able to heal Jason with alien tech, but couldn’t say anything because that would give away that he’s Superman.”

Damn it Jason! And damn it Bernard! I’m dating the smartest moron in the world! “Bruce did not bring Jason back with alien technology and none of us are aliens!”

“It’s okay, Tim. I won’t tell anyone.”

Tim grabbed Bernard by the jacket and pulled him into a kiss. When he started to feel lightheaded, he pulled back, “Could someone whose skin is as solid as stone kiss like that?”

Bernard blinked dazedly at him for a moment. “How do you know what Superboy’s skin feels like?”

Tim screamed internally. “He’s saved me from a kidnapping before.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I can get you the police report if you want.”

“Huh… And the others?”

“Not Supers. I can stab Damian the next time we’re at the manor if that’ll prove none of us are aliens.” He’d rather stab Jason, but that would probably only confirm to Bernard that Bruce used alien technology to bring him back.

“You probably shouldn’t stab your brother if he isn’t an alien.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “I won’t stab him anywhere deadly.”

“That’s not the point,” Bernard said slowly.

“He’ll be fine.”

“If you say so.”

“So do you believe I’m not an alien now?” Tim huffed, letting go of Bernard’s jacket.

The blond’s eyes dipped down to Tim’s lips. “If I say no, will you kiss me like that again?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Tim said, but he kissed him anyway.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Okay, but I still say Clark Kent is definitely Batman.”

“Sure, Bernard.”

#Tim Drake #robin #red robin #bernard dowd #timber #fanfiction

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writingtoforgetreality · 4 years ago

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Gold Rush (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

[Actors-Masterlist]

Gold Rush [1] / You’re Not Sorry [2] / This Is Me Trying [3] / [4] (soon)

Summary: Your career was blossoming, especially with your new role in “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier”. Working on set was a dream come true. It was never your intention to fall for one of your coworkers. Not when you knew that he would never look at you that way.

Words: 2,637

Warnings: language, it’s Anthony Mackie’s world & we’re just living in it, angst, feeeeeels, maybe I cried, maybe I didn’t, we’ll never know, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Inspired by: “gold rush” by Taylor Swift

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

Gleaming, twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships on waters

So inviting, I almost jump in

You scored big time when you were casted in the upcoming Marvel series “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier”. Working alongside Anthony Mackie & Sebastian Stan had been more than you had ever wished for. The atmosphere on set was harmonious. Everything would have been fine if it were not for your stupid crush on your fellow castmate. Mackie picked up on the fact that you liked Sebastian almost immediately & he teased you about it one too many times. No matter how obvious his teasing, it seemed like Sebastian was completely oblivious to it. Or he acted as if he had no clue. You were not quite sure about that.

The press tour was going strong, which meant that Seb, Mackie & you were teamed up for every interview. Now, that was not something that bothered you too much. After all, you were more than comfortable around them. But when some interviewers did not know where the line was, you got frustrated. Like, okay, we got it. Everyone with eyes knew Seb was hot. But as an interviewer, you should know when to stop. Shamelessly flirting in front of the camera with basically a stranger? Sorry, but you had no explanation for such a behavior. Yes, some interviewers flirted with you, too. But you were great when it came to brushing them off while staying polite. Of course, Mackie’s teasing did not make this any easier for you. Every now & then, he would bring up the chemistry you & Seb shared on screen. And off screen. Like usual, you laughed at him & so did Seb. During interviews, you teased each other a lot, it was a playful manner you all enjoyed. And the audience loved the three of you for it.

Sometimes, when Seb answered a question that had him explain scenes with you or something similar, you hated the butterflies you felt inside. You hated how your cheeks warmed up. You hated that he had such an effect on you. You hated Seb. You hated him for being so perfect. You hated him for being a literal God. You hated him for ruining every other man for you. Because nobody could ever compare to him. And you said that even though you were not even in a relationship. Hell, you were not the only person who looked at him that way. If the interviews were not proof enough, a look at social media did the job, too.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

Walk past, quick brush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

Everybody wants you

But I don't like a gold rush

“So (Y/N)…” the man sitting opposite of you started. It was not a lot of times that questions were directed at you. Usually, people were more excited to talk to the guys. No offense taken. “The chemistry between Sebastian & you can be felt even after such a short trailer. My question is…are you two, like, a thing?” of course. If you got a question, it was about your love life or about how great you looked in your suit. The others got complex & well thought through questions & you got this shit. Internally rolling your eyes, you stayed professional & answered casually.

“Sebby & I are friends. We work well together. We know each other well enough to communicate with our eyes, body language & so on. Some people mistake that for dating, apparently.” finishing off with a sarcastic chuckle, you had to hide the fact that you wished that there was more between you two.

“I gotta say. Even I think they’re dating sometimes.” Mackie smirked when he spoke up which earned him a light slap from you. Seb only hid his face behind his hand & laughed quietly. It was nothing new. You were used to his teasing by now. Looking over at Seb, you could not help but admire him. Even when he was embarrassed, to you, he was the most beautiful person on this planet. Not a single flaw. Just…perfect. If only you had enough courage to do something about your damn feelings.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominoes

I see me padding across your wooden floors

With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door

“Stop that.” Mackie walked over to where you were sitting. Finally, you had a break after hours of giving interview after interview. Looking up, your face turned into one of pure confusion.

“Stop what?” he exaggeratedly rolled his eyes at your question.

“The daydreaming.” it was a simple statement. But why would he tell you to stop that?

“What? Is it forbidden to daydream now?” chuckling at him, you offered him one of your coffee cups. Your handler brought you two because you had not slept much that night. But Mackie needed one just as much & he gladly accepted it. Still, he could tell that you were trying to change the topic. Not with him, though. Sitting beside you, he sighed loudly.

“Why don’t you just tell him?” he looked straight forward when he asked that question. Your face fell at his words but maybe, maybe, if you played dumb, you could get out of this conversation without any awkwardness.

“Tell who what?” your innocent eyes bore into his side profile & you saw him shaking his head slightly. A low chuckle escaped him.

“Tell Seb you like him or I will.” he stated & your eyes widened in fear.

“You wouldn’t dream of it.” exclaiming frantically, you grew more nervous at the thought.

“I wouldn’t trust that thought.” & after a few seconds of silence, you breathed out loudly.

“Yeah, sure. And I’d risk our friendship for that? Forget it.”

“He likes you, too, you know?” he casually stated. Your face changed, but only for a second. He was wrong. Someone like Seb could never like you back.

“Stop, Mackie. Don’t just run around assuming shit.” you pushed his shoulder playfully but it did not do too much. What a surprise.

“My running around assuming shit isn’t assuming. It’s facts. You guys are awful, by the way. It’s exhausting, watching you two trying to dodge your feelings. Why can’t you just, I don’t know, get everything sorted out & be happy together? If someone deserves that, it’s you.” yes, Mackie could be sarcastic but when push came to shove, he could be serious, too. And that last part, he meant by heart. Was it true? Did Seb like you? More than a friend? Maybe you should just tell him. Life was too short to be filled with what if’s. It was now or never, right?

At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town we wandered 'round had never seen a love as pure as it

And then it fades into the gray of my day-old tea

'Cause it could never be

Wrapping up for today, the three of you decided to grab some take-out & eat it back inside your hotel. After quickly showering & dressing more comfortably, you made your way over to Seb’s room. Mackie was already there, he texted you at least ten times to hurry up because they were starving to death. Dramatic diva. Knocking softly, a smile spread across your face when Seb opened the door. Stepping aside to let you in, you greeted Mackie briefly. He was already eating so why the hell was he rushing you earlier? He could be such a child. Seb handed you your food & motioned for you to take a seat on the bed. Take-out in a hotel bed? It should be illegal. Usually, you were not one for eating in bed but whenever you where staying at a hotel, it became some sort of a routine for you. Same for the guys. For a while, the three of you just talked & ate your food. Conversation always flowed easily with them. You knew all of their secrets & they knew all of yours. Well, except for Seb having no clue about your silly crush on him. When he & Mackie discussed a topic you did not know too much about to actually engage in their conversation, you found yourself stealing glances at Seb. If it were not enough for him to be so gorgeous, of course he had the best personality to match that. God really took his time with him. And the weirdest thing of it all was that Seb never let that thought get the best of him. He was aware of people admiring him but that never changed him.

'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

Walk past, quick brush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

Everybody wants you

But I don't like a gold rush

Mackie got a phone call & said goodbye to you before leaving the room. Which meant that Seb & you were alone. It was nothing special, the two of you spent a lot of time together. This time, though, you wanted to confess to him. Finally, you wanted to tell him how you felt. Could you live with the rejection? Well, if things turned in that direction, you had no choice but to. Seb’s lips moved but no sound came out. You zoned out & simply stared at him. Your thoughts were running wild. The sun had already started setting & the golden light illuminated his features in such a beautiful way. It almost looked like a movie scene. He was the masterpiece others could not keep their eyes from. You were this close to speaking up, taking a deep breath for preparation. This could change your bond with him forever.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominoes

My mind turns your life into folklore

I can't dare to dream about you anymore

A phone ringing interrupted you. It was not yours. But Seb pulled his phone out of his pocket. The moment he saw the notification, he started smiling so brightly. The smile you had grown to love so much. It brought a grin to your face, too. The things this man could do to you, completely unaware of the effect he had on you.

“What?” you asked when he could not stop staring at his phone. Had Mackie sent him a message?

“Nothing, it’s just…” he stopped before saying too much but you were having none of it.

“Aw, come on, Sebby. You can tell me anything.” encouraging him, your hand found its way on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. Seb seemed almost shy right now. And this was weird because he usually was everything but shy when he talked to you.

“There’s this girl & she’s just…amazing.” your face fell the moment he started talking. No. “I asked her for dinner but when she hadn’t replied after hours, I started losing hope. She just messaged me back.” his smile was sheepish & you hated that you had to admit that he looked happy right now. Genuinely happy. But you were not the reason of his happiness. Another girl was.

“And? What did she say?” deep down, you knew the answer & you actually did not want him to say it out loud. But you were best friends, after all, it was kind of your duty.

“I got myself a date. I’m going on a date with her, (Y/N)!” he beamed & pulled you into a big hug. One, that made the butterflies act out. Fuck, that hurt.

“That’s great, Sebby. I’m happy for you! You deserve it.” your excitement for him was fake but the sincerity behind your last words were not. If one person on this planet deserved endless love & happiness, it was him. Mackie was wrong. Seb had never liked you. Not in that way, at least. And his date saved you from embarrassing yourself & ruining your friendship. That did not change the fact that you felt like crying right now. You could not shed tears in front of him, could not show how much it actually affected you. No. You had to fake a smile. And that shit hurt like a bitch.

At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it

'Cause it fades into the gray of my day-old tea

'Cause it will never be

“Something’s wrong with you.” Mackie stated at breakfast. No shit, Sherlock.

“What makes you think that?” feigning innocence, you rolled your eyes when you saw the look he was giving you.

“Clearly, you’re upset. Did something happen after I left you with Seb yesterday?” he hit the nail on the head with his assumption.

“Yeah.” was all you answered. His eyebrows raised, he waited for you to continue. But when he noticed that you were not planning on engaging in any more conversation with him, he pressed further.

“Did you tell him? Did he mess up?” if Seb messed up, he would kill him. There was no other person who was better for him than you. The two of you deserved each other. And everyone seemed to realize that but you.

“I wanted to tell him.” admitting quietly.

“But?”

“He got a notification.” your short answers made Mackie freak out. He grew frustrated with you when you dragged out this entire conversation.

“(Y/N), come on.” he urged.

“Sebby has a date.”

“With you? But that’s great.” his smile was small but present. Did you finally realize that you were feeling so much more for each other?

“With another girl.” then you looked up at his face, your eyes glossy. Clearly, you were trying to keep it together but he could tell that you had a hard time doing so. Yes, Mackie would kill Seb. He could have sworn that Seb only had eyes for you. The stolen glances, the efforts to make time to spend more with you. What the fuck was going on? When he saw your first tear falling, he wasted no time in pulling you in for a hug. You were broken, all because of one man. But the thing was that he was not just any man. He was Seb. Your best friend. Your everything. But he would never be yours. Not in a million years. Because he only saw you as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was not like you did not have options. Hell, you declined so many people over the time. All because of him. And you were afraid that this would not change anytime soon. Because you did not think you would ever get over him. Your heart was ripped into a million pieces & the only person who could help you fix it was getting excited over his upcoming date. Whatever you thought could be between you guys, it was nothing but a dream. Something that could never be.

Gleaming, twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships on waters

So inviting, I almost jump in

Gold Rush [1] / You’re Not Sorry [2] / This Is Me Trying [3] / [4] (soon)

Published (04/22/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @buckysleftarm420 (thanks for your support <3)

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primasveraas-writing · 3 years ago

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"the holy or the broken" -Ted Lasso

I'm so sorry.

WORD COUNT: 2401

XXX

There are three eras in Roy’s life, and they’re all defined by the same woman.

The third echoes the first: Roy Kent, angry at the world with no one to pull him out of his frustration. It’s also worse, though, because before, Roy lived in blissful ignorance of the joy and sorrow that laid ahead.

Rebecca and Ted express their surprise at Roy’s anger. They thought him changed, or perhaps that grief would prevail over rage, and they were wrong. Because Roy Kent, when stripped of everything he is -his athleticism and grim humor and the love of his life- has anger. Nothing less and nothing more.

At first, he can’t say her name. He doesn’t even think it, because every reminder of her is a reminder that she’s gone. Despite her mark on everything- the furniture they picked out together, the bed they shared, her usual seat at the dining table, the compliments she gave his hair and clothes- Roy doesn’t think of her. Which means he doesn’t think at all, so he becomes his anger and his pain, and nothing else.

He stops coaching, obviously. Nobody asks him if he’ll keep going, nor does he announce his departure. His absence, professionally, personally, emotionally- is expected fully. Though people still coming to the fucking house. He tolerates her parents, and Phoebe once or twice, but eventually the visits dwindle, and Roy doesn’t check his phone or answer the door. There’s shouting, sometimes- inevitably Ted Lasso- but Roy has soundproof headphones for a reason and he’s perfectly fine with calling the cops on Ted. And he does, more than once.

His sister begs him to talk to her, or at least to Phoebe, and Roy, in all his anger, doesn’t have the heart to turn his niece away. So it’s just her and Roy, a few days a week, and they order food directly to the house and Phoebe tells him about school, and he grunts in acknowledgment. She cries sometimes too, and that’s when he holds her. No words are exchanged, but he comforts her, enough so that the sobs stop. The numb feeling he has remains intact.

The yoga moms scout his address, somehow, and drop off a wine basket- they drink in relative silence, and clean up his house and make a few casseroles. He picks at the food, but they slowly disappear, and it’s almost nice to eat more than once or twice a day.

It doesn’t get easier. People tell him it will, that the pain will start to lessen, but it doesn’t. Not three weeks after, or four, or five, or when summer emerges and the lilies bloom.

Roy’s not particularly good at adapting. He never wanted to be. And it’s bullshit that he’d have to start now, for some shit fucking luck and life-alerting occurrences he never saw coming.

Because he never expected that there would be an “after” regarding Keeley Jones. It’s not something he planned for and certainly not something he ever wanted. It’s just: one breath she’s there and the next, she’s not. Gone and the house empty, her office too, and suddenly every space at Richmond is filled with flowers because Roy doesn’t accept a single bouquet.

He does start to say her name, although only to his sister- the only adult he talks to. He spits it out, with venom, and he suspects that it’s this habit that prompts Rebecca to show up at his house.

She sneaks her way in, the stubborn shit. Apparently, she hid down the street until he ordered food, bribed the deliverer with an obscene amount of money, and rang his doorbell herself. Rebecca slips into the entry before Roy realizes it’s her, and slams the door behind her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He hisses, and to her credit, Rebecca doesn’t flinch. She gives her best businesswoman smile, the one that so directly contradicts the flint in her eyes, and straightens.

“Someone informed me that you made developments in your grief-

“Fuck you-”

“-so I thought a visit was due.”

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Somebody told me once that I was always welcome in her home. Has that changed?”

“Yeah. She’s fucking dead.”

Rebecca does bristle at that one but she doesn’t challenge the statement. Instead, she clears her throat, setting Roy’s food down on the table in the foyer.

“Your sister told me how quiet you’ve been. And that any time you talk about Keeley, you do so with an incredible amount of anger.”

Roy doesn’t deign to respond, glowering at Rebecca instead. She takes a look around the room, in all its dusty glory. Lights off, trash piling on the floor, clothes strewn over backs of couches. It matches Roy, in terms of appearance. Unkept. Uncared for. Unloved.

“I’m calling the police,” Roy decides, scanning the room for his phone. “You can’t fucking impersonate a food deliverer. Or fucking be here when I don’t want you to be.”

“I paid him handsomely-”

“-illegal. And fireable.”

“-enough so that his salary for the next few months should be covered.”

“Get out.”

“I can’t do that.”

“I don’t give a damn about what you’re here to fucking do or say. Leave me the fuck alone.”

“And leave you to stew in your anger and your filth? I don’t think so.”

And Rebecca struts into his living room and seats herself on a sofa.

“Dr. Sharon proposed to me that your anger had legitimate grounds. Not just your usual brooding about playing and coaching a game for a living, but you know,” Rebecca gestures to Roy. “Real reasons to be so surly.”

“My fucking wife died.”

“Yes, well. My best friend died yet I’ve been outside over the past few months.” She gives Roy another placid smile. “Despite the fact that I’m mourning.”

“It’s different.”

“Undoubtedly, yes. You’ve been much unhealthier in your habits.”

“Fuck you,” Roy growls. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

“No.” Keeley would refer to that as Rebecca’s scariest tone. “I came to talk.”

“I don’t care.” His hands clench into fists.

“You’re angry at Keeley.”

“I’m fucking pissed at you and your fucking break-in habits. Did you fucking compare notes with fucking Lasso?”

“You need someplace to direct your anger, and since fate dealt you both such a terrible hand, the only thing you can think to do is blame Keeley.”

“That makes as much fucking sense as you impersonating a takeaway driver. Fuck you.”

“So you go from not being able to say her name to saying it like a curse because you’re much more comfortable with your anger than sorrow.”

“I can say Keeley’s name.”

“Can you say it without sounding like the angriest person on the entire planet, Roy?”

“Fuck off.”

“Well?” Rebecca stands. In heels, she towers over Roy, who glares right back at her. “Show me you can, Roy.”

“I don’t have to prove shit to you.”

“No. But I asked you to.”

“I’m not fucking angry at my dead fucking wife.”

‘You’re angry at someone.”

“Yeah. You.”

“Come on now, Roy. Do better.”

“I’m NOT fucking angry at Keeley!”

Rebecca raises an eyebrow. “Clearly.”

“Fuck you.” Roy paces before her, ignoring how every step makes his knee throb. “Fuck you, fuck off. Fuck you.”

“Are you even sad?” Rebecca says quietly, and Roy freezes, his muscles clenching painfully.

“Ask me again,” he dares, his tone low. He takes a step closer to Rebecca, who remains unfazed.

“I said: are you sad your wife died in your arms, Roy?”

“Fuck you!” Roy bellows. He spins away to upturn the coffee table, sending dishes crashing to the floor.

“Do you miss her? Do you wish she hadn’t died?”

“I’ll fucking kill you.”

“So I’ll see Keeley again. How lovely.”

Roy roars, using the full force of his body to punch a hole in the wall. His fist comes out covered in plaster, bright red blood leaking from his knuckles dusted white.

“She fucking died in a freak fucking accident. There’s nothing- nothing- she could have done differently.”

“But she left you.”

“She fucking- she-” Roy’s chest heaves as he looks wildly around the room, at anything but the woman in front of him. “She was supposed to get her fucking nails done. We were going to get Thai for dinner. We had a sexy fucking weekend planned, and she was going to come home and it all would have been fucking fine.”

“And now she’s gone.”

“We can’t do any of that shit. Can’t fucking fall asleep next to her ever again. Or hold her fucking hand. We had fucking plans-” His words catch in his throat, and he looks away, examining the new damage to the wall. “We had plans.”

“Roy-”

“Don’t.” He closes his eyes. “You riled me up. Is that what you fucking wanted?”

“Yes,” Rebecca admits, and she retakes her seat on the couch, disregarding the surrounding wreckage. “Since the one person you want to talk to is gone, I figured I’d substitute.”

Roy glances around the house, at the forgotten groceries by the entrance, at the overturned table, and at the destroyed wall. “Good fucking job.”

“Thanks,” Rebecca says swiftly. “I figured I’d be better at it than Ted.”

“I’d have fucking killed him.”

“I thought so.” Rebecca sighs, massaging her temple. For the first time since her arrival, her bravado fades and her shoulders slump. It’s a familiar sight, one Roy witnessed the last time he saw Rebecca- at Keeley’s funeral, where all traces of the usually confident woman had faded away, and a grieving shell stood in her place. “Is that it, then? All the anger is for what’s never to be?”

“Yeah. That’s it.”

“And this is the first time you’re realizing it?”

Roy’s eyes narrow. “Yeah, it is.”

Rebecca shrugs. “Okay.”

Silence prevails for a long while, then Roy sighs and takes a seat next to Rebecca.

“You know, my office has quite literally never been quieter. Even with Ted bursting in at all hours, it’s just… not the same. I started to get frustrated at Higgins trying to coordinate with me simply because he’s not the person I want to see. And then I woke up angry, too. Absolutely pissed at the sun just for rising. Because every day that I experience is one I should be sharing with her.”

She looks down at her hands, which tremble slightly. “It’s not fair. And I have nowhere to put all my anger and blame.”

Roy wordlessly gestures to the wall, and Rebecca gives a soft laugh.

“There’s one option.” Then, she swipes at her eyes, and sniffs.

“Keeley would have never forgiven any of us if we gave up on you, Roy.”

“I know.” He clears his throat. “She told me as much. About me.” He rolls his eyes, then blinks rapidly. “I’m not supposed to give up on myself.”

“Good job,” Rebecca retorts, and Roy growls, but Rebecca gives another breathy laugh. “You didn’t call the police on me. I’d say that’s a good sign.”

“Don’t let it go to your fucking head.”

“No. Of course not.”

“Thank you,” Roy says very, very quietly. Rebecca takes his hand and squeezes it briefly. Her palm comes away coated in dust and blood.

“Clean up, Roy,” she tells him, standing. “I’ll be seeing you soon.”

Rebecca leaves, but she sends over a team of cleaners and a fresh batch of groceries. For the first time since Keeley died, his fridge is fully stocked with food for him to make into meals, and the house is spotless. He sends a text to his sister, telling her to fuck off in a way she’ll know means thank you, and showers. He trims his beard and dries himself off with a freshly laundered towel, then he falls asleep ass naked on the bed and sleeps for twelve hours.

He goes to see Phoebe and the rest of his family. They catch him up on all the petty bullshit he doesn’t give a fuck about, and it’s nearly normal, except that he drives home alone to an empty house.

He goes back to yoga, and every stretch feels like he’s never done a downward dog before in his life. Still, the wine after is good, and he ends up going home with a spare bottle and another casserole, and so another part of his life resumes.

It’s a slow process. Richmond is a hard place to face, with Ted trying to be casual as he checks in on him, and the boys stepping around him like glass, and Jaime Tartt in tears when he first catches sight of Roy. Her office, the lack of visits from his wife during the day, and the plaque commemorating her on the wall hurt like getting that phone call all over again. But it’s the beginning of the mourning process, Dr. Sharon will tell him, and now that it’s started, the hurt will eventually lessen.

With every end, a beginning.

Roy takes his first steps.

There are three eras in Roy’s life, and a thousand different Roys.

There’s the prodigy footballer, eight years old and scoring goal after goal in every match. There’s the Chelsea player, a championship winner, then the Richmond player, bittered by age. Injured Roy Kent, retired, coaching his kid niece’s football team. Then, briefly: professional commentator. Richmond coach.

Roy Kent, who fucking hates Jaime Tartt except usually his girlfriend is nice at least. Roy Kent, Keeley’s boyfriend. Roy Kent, Keeley’s fiancé, husband- widower.

Roy Kent- a bastard luckily enough that Keeley loved him too. Roy Kent, who lit up when she walked into the room, who smiled more during their time together than he ever had before in his life. Who wanted to start a family with her. Who doted on his wife and promised her the world and a thousand other cheesy things, because she had that power over him.

Roy, who was beside her at the very end, who evoked her last words and smile. Roy, who had that horrible, painful privilege of easing his wife’s passing with reassurances and small comforts and anything he could do to make her feel his love.

Roy, who loves her still. Who’ll die loving her and missing her, and wishing they had just one more day.

Roy, who learns to live to make her proud.

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