#is this the normal thing she always did or is it like the same thing with my old dog

[97linelover]

don´t treat me like a baby - Kim Mingyu

18+ / mdi

summary: Being the only Daughter in the Choi Family made you Precious. What if your Dad hires Kim Mingyu as your Bodyguard.

And what if you develop a huge crush on him?

content: Bodyguard Mingyu x Rich Reader, angst, fluff, love, fight, both are stupid and stubborn.

wc: 3.6 k

a/n: I saw this picture and I need to write a Bodyguard Gyu FF. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do.

You lived in a world where wealth was normal, where the rich people made fun of the poor, and where the poor did not have anything to say.

You hated this lifestyle; you worked as a volunteer in an orphanage; and you donated to many different things.  But carrying the name Choi was your biggest burden; everywhere you went, you were always the daughter of. 

You loved your family; they gave you everything they could, but sometimes you just wanted to be normal. 

"Y/N?" Your father's voice echoed through your office. "Yes, Dad?" You got up, your heels clicking against the marble floor. 

"I want you to meet someone," he said, opening the door, followed by an unknown man. You smiled politely. "Y/N, this is Kim Mingyu, Mingyu; this is my beautiful daughter." The man shook your hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Choi," he said politely. 

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Kim," you answered while sitting back down. "So what owes me the pleasure?" You leaned your head on your hand. 

"Mr. Ko won't be guarding you anymore since his Wife just gave birth, so from now on he will be your bodyguard," your dad said with a stern voice. "He will have a spare bedroom in the house so that he is never that far away." You looked at the handsome guard and nodded. 

"Alright, when does he start?" You crossed your legs, and you saw how his gaze fell onto your legs. 

"Right now, I talked to him about the important things, and he is ready." Your dad nodded at him and left the room. 

"I will wait in front of your office, Ms. Choi," he said again. "Alright, I'll be meeting Deborah for dinner today at 8.". 

"Noted, I'll tell your driver." With that, he left the room.  You watched him, and you then sighed. 

This was also normal—a security guard following you everywhere you go. 

-

"Wait, so Mr. Sexy here is going to be by your side 24/7? Lucky you" Deborah groaned while taking a sip of her Martini. 

"Deb's, stop drooling over my guard," You playfully slapped her arm. "Let's talk about the upcoming collection for my store, please," you pouted. 

"Do you have any locations in mind for your store?" She asked while looking through the design folder, "No, not yet. I'm currently doing the men's collection, and I need to find the models." You sipped on your daiquiri. "Mingyu, are you hungry or thirsty?" Deborah asked him with a flirty smile. 

"Thank you, Ms. Johnson, but no, I already ate," he said, smiling and bowing. 

"God, he is too handsome," she muttered, and you rolled your eyes. "Back to business, please." 

You two discussed some things, and you got lost with the track of time. "Ms. Choi, it's past midnight; I think we should head back home; you need to be in the office pretty early." He kindly took the documents, and you got up. "Thank you." You smiled at him, but he remained unfazed. 

"I'll show you the room," you said to him, and he nodded, following you. He tried his best not to look at your body, but the way your hips were swinging and your legs were glowing made it harder than he thought. 

"You can make yourself feel at home; you can eat everything in the fridge, and you can use everything in this house," you said as you opened the door.  "I'm really thankful for you here," you smiled, "and I really hope you will call me Y/N from now on; we will spend too much time together." He chuckled slightly at that. 

"Alright, Y/N, goodnight," he said as he walked inside the room. "Goodnight, Mingyu," and with that, you walked away into your bedroom. 

-

The next two months were basically the same: you went to work, then out for dinner, and then back home.  Mingyu was always by your side, and you two could actually talk right now; he was actually pretty funny. 

But you knew why he was here, that this was work, and that he was just doing his work. During this time, you developed a little crush.  He was completely your type, and you wanted him, but for the sake of your sanity, you quickly discarded that thought. 

"Y/N, your next model cancelled," Mingyu said while walking into the studio where you were standing and looking at the photos. "What? No," you whined. "He was supposed to be my center," you groaned. 

"Mingyu," you gasped, and his eyes widened. "No," he said sternly, and you smirked. "Please, Gyuuu, no one will see them," you pouted. "I only need a vision," you pleaded. 

"Alright, but we will do it quick," he muttered, and you cheered. "Okay, undress yourself, Mr. Kim," you giggled, and he rolled his eyes. He took off his button up, and you watched every move he made. His tanned muscles, now on full display, were better than imagined. 

"Okay, now put this on." You helped him. Your finger tips were tracing along his skin. Mingyu looked away so that he did not need to look at you. "I think you could easily work as a model." You giggled, which made him chuckle. "You think so?" 

You tied a knot and nodded. "Freaking beautiful," you whispered, and he looked down at you. You both were so close, your lips nearly touching. You felt his hot, minty breath against your lips, and your eyes fluttered close. 

"So, um, should we take the pictures?" He pushed you away, and you let out a small whine. "Sorry," he whispered, and you blushed.

Kim Mingyu was the first man to deny your kiss. 

You quickly grabbed the camera and snapped some pictures, and this is no lie, but there was not a single failed shot; he was insanely beautiful. 

"Are we done?" He asked while scratching his neck, and you nodded. "Yes, sorry, you can change. I'll wait outside." You hurried out of the room and groaned.

Luckily for you, Mingyu did not utter a word about what had happened. 

Inside the car, your brother called you "Hey Cheol." You said happily, "Hi Y/N, I have some bad news.. dad and me can't make it to the store opening." You were not surprised.  "Oh, alright, I did not expect you two anyway," you muttered, and before your brother could say anything, you ended the call. 

You leaned your head against the window, and you felt some tears rolling down your cheek. "You don't need them for the opening, Y/N," Mingyu said softly. "No one will be there, Mingyu; I'm alone. I'm always alone," you sobbed. "I will be there," he whispered. "Because it's your job," you cried out. 

Mingyu could not say anything at that, and you scoffed slightly. You were alone. 

And when he parked the car, you rushed into your bedroom, just locking yourself inside the room.

And when the opening came, you were dressed in the most stunning dark red dress; your hair was perfectly made, and your skin was glowing. You looked like a dream come true, and Mingyu knew it as soon as you entered the building.

You had given him the day off, but he wanted to see you. He wanted to keep you company on this important day. He was standing in the corner, dressed in a black suit with a red tie that matched your dress. You had gifted him the tie when he began because you told him it was the perfect color for him. 

He hated ties, but for you, he wore them. 

And while you were standing on the stage, your body was illuminated by the lights. He felt like screaming; he felt like the world was yours. 

He wanted you, but he could not have you. 

When you spotted him in the crowd, your heart felt like it was bursting, and a smile appeared on your face. 

He smiled slightly, and when the crowd cheered for you, he walked through the hallway, finding an empty room where he could calm down for a second. He looked out  of the window when he heard the door open and then high heels. 

"I thought I gave you the day off." Your soft voice made him turn around. "I told you I would be there," he said, and you smiled. "You missed me already, huh?" You took some steps towards him, and he really tried to control himself. 

"I'm just a man that sticks to his word," he smirked, and your freshly manicured nails landed on his chest. 

"Well, that's right, Mr. Kim, always so good for me," you said seductively, and he bit his lip. You were dangerous; he knew it the moment he saw you in that office.

"Y/N," he breathed, and you wasted no time kissing him. The kiss escalated pretty quickly. He turned you both around, lifting you against the wall. A whimper escaped you, and he pushed his bulge against your core, kissing along your neck. "Oh god," you moaned, and all of a sudden he let you down. 

"Fuck," he whispered, and you looked confused at him. You were breathing heavily. "Mingyu," you said, taking his hand, and he quickly pulled it away. "This should not have happened, Y/N," he said while wiping his face. "Don't say that," you pleaded.

"Fuck Y/N, this was a freaking mistake," he groaned, and you felt the tears sting your eyes. "Don't say that; I felt the desperation in this kiss," You tried walking towards him. 

"Maybe you're delusional, Y/N, but this was nothing," he said, looking at you. His warm, brown eyes were dull. You laughed slightly. "Mingyu, don't say that." 

"God damn, Y/N, you're nothing like me; this is not okay. I'm working for you; fuck, I don't want you," he said, raising his voice. "You're lying, trying to push me away," you whispered. 

"You're a spoiled little girl; I'm straight from the bronx; while you powder your nose, I'm fighting for the right things; I could never want you," he said with so much honesty that you choked out a sob. 

"Don't say that; you know how I am," you pleaded. "You know that I'm not like them, Mingyu.". 

He shrugged. "This is bullshit; do you really think that I want you?" He took a deep breath. "I'm not interested in a pathetic little girl who needs a bodyguard." With that, you rushed past him. 

"From now on, you will only see me in the office, and when I'm leaving the house, I will no longer talk with you unless it's important or work-related. So please do me a favor; don't treat me like a fucking baby when I'm more of a woman than you'll ever have." With that, you rushed back down. 

The next morning, you were dressed in a beige suit, and the black high heels made Mingyu look up. "Ready to go?" he asked while taking the car keys.

You grabbed some fruits and walked straight past him. He opened the car, and you got inside, typing away on your phone. A giggle escaped you, and you felt him glancing over. "I need to go to the warehouse," you uttered, and he nodded. "But you have the appointment later.". 

"Yeah, I know," you said, looking back down at your phone. 

The next few weeks were horrific for Mingyu; you became another person—the person he claimed you were. 

You acted like a snob; you treated him like a fool, and Mingyu was tired of it; he felt like screaming at you. 

Tonight, he was relieved when you just walked into your bedroom; he knew he could just lay down and sleep some more. But when he heard the front door slam shut, he jumped up and ran down, seeing you drive away with your Mercedes. 

He groaned, hurriedly took some keys, and got inside the car. There was no way he was going to find you in Seoul, but he drove around either way. He called you a thousand times, but you never picked up. 

God damn, he was pissed. 

He then remembered that you gave him access to your location, so he opened his phone, seeing that you were out partying. 

Within 10 minutes, he was standing behind you and saying, "Mr. Sexy is here, and he's looking pissed." Deborah yelled over the music, and your eyes widened as she turned around. Mingyu was walking towards you. "Get in the car." He stated, his eyes dark. "No." You walked past him. "Y/N, I'm not kidding. Get in the car right now." His voice was deep, and you sighed. "Fuck you." You spat, and he chuckled. "If you don't want to be treated like a baby, don't act like one.". 

"You're a fucking asshole," you muttered, and you rushed out of the club with him behind you. You got in the car, locking the door and driving off. 

You could see him driving behind you, and you slammed your fist against the steering wheel. 

When you entered the house, Mingyu groaned, "Why the fuck did you leave?" He was furious, and you turned around. "I don't need a fucking babysitter, so go back to the room and leave me alone." You took your heels off, and he came dangerously close.

"Don't act like a spoiled brat, just because you can't handle my opinion," he said, lifting your chin. "I don't care about your stupid opinion, Mingyu," and you slapped his hand away. 

"You do, otherwise you would not act like this," he chuckled deeply. "But you know, this attitude of yours should be punished," his body pressed against yours. 

"Mingyu," you whispered, and he lifted you up. "You wanted this, right? You wanted to push me until I fucking gave in." The way he carried you with such ease made you dizzy.

"You don't get to treat me like a baby," you said while sighing. "Baby, I will treat you just right tonight." He opened the bedroom door and laid you down, his buff frame hovering over you. "Now open your pretty legs, baby," he rasped, and you quickly obeyed.

He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his beautiful tan body, while he kissed your legs.  He wasted no time eating you out like a starved man; the way he circled his tongue around your swollen bud made you scream out in joy. 

He brought you over the edge once, and now his goal was a second; his fingers were pumping in and out of you. "Come on, baby, give me another one," he whispered while placing a kiss along your leg. 

"Mingyu god," you whimpered, and he smirked, feeling your legs shake. "Yes, there it is," His thumb circled around your nub, and your fists clawed into the bedding, feeling the second high of the night. 

You were breathing heavily, and he just smirked. "Are you able to take my cock?" he asked while getting up, and you nodded. "Please, Gyu," you pouted, and he chuckled. He took his pants off, and you were groaning at the sight in front of you. 

His dick was beautiful; it was standing tall and proud. Pre-cum was leaking from his shaft. "Condom?" he asked while pumping his dick a few times. "Oh yes, wait." You got up with shaky legs and wobbled into the bathroom, grabbing the box. 

Mingyu put it on and then hovered over you. When he glided into you, his eyes squeezed shut, and he groaned, "God, you feel so good.". 

He buried his head in the crook of your neck and placed some kisses there. He held you close while thrusting deep inside you. Your fingernails clawed into his back, and you were a whimpering mess. "I'm close," you moaned, and he felt you clench around him. 

"Me too, baby," His thrusts became sloppier. "Come on, baby, milk me dry," he groaned, and you kissed him. You kissed him through your orgasm, and it felt so good; no one ever made you feel like he did. 

He laid down next to you, and you closed your eyes. "You're actually so goodhow I imagined you to be," you whined, and he let out a laugh. "Wow, what a compliment!" He pulled you on to his chest, and you both fell asleep like that.

It was the best sleep you had for a long time, and when the morning came, you woke up with a smile on your face. You turned around when you saw that he was not there anymore. You got up, putting on your bathrobe. 

The walk to his room made you feel nervous, and you knew why, When you opened the door, Mingyu's stuff was gone; there was no trace of him. 

You laughed to yourself and got inside your room, getting ready for work. 

The way to your office was different; there was no Mingyu who made sure you were safe, no one who gave you some coffee and some fruit.  You knew he left because of what happened last night. 

"Y/N?" The voice of your brother snapped you out of your daze. 

"Cheollie," you smile while getting up, "what brings you here?" You grinned slightly, and he sighed. "Mr. Kim has quit, as you may have noticed; he said he could not work with you anymore, and he left immediately after."

Hearing the words made you realize how Mingyu must think about you—maybe he was right and maybe you were spoiled. Maybe, after all, you were unlovable. 

"Soonyoung will be back tomorrow," he said, and you nodded. "Will you excuse me for a moment, Cheol?" You looked down.

"What happened with him, Y/N?" He looked at you with concern written all over his face. "I fell in love with him, Cheol." You felt a single tear rolling down your cheek.

"Oh, Y/N," he sighed, and you tried to smile again. "It's alright, I know it; it's always the same; they use me, and then they dump me," you shrugged, and he pulled you close. "Mingyu seemed pretty shaken up when he left," Seungcheol muttered. 

"I don't care," you whispered, and he sighed. "You're so good, Y/N. Don't let this get to your head.". 

He kissed your head softly, and you nodded. 

Your brother truly was the best, but with him being away most of the time, your relationship suffered. 

With Soonyoung as your guard, you had one of your friends back by your side. Soonyoung was funny and cool to chill with. Mingyu had left over three weeks ago, and you started to forget about him. At least you tried. 

"Soonyoung, I'm going to run to the store real quick," you announced. "Wait, I'll join." He slipped on some shoes, and you walked down the street to grab some snacks. You were graving some hot sweet potatoes. 

"But you know what I meant, Soo," you giggled while running behind him, trying to catch him. "I know you love me, Y/N," he wiggled his eyebrows, and you laughed out. "You wish,"  you came to a halt. "Soo wait," you gulped when you saw him standing in front of your door. 

"HEY, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Soonyoung yelled, and Mingyu lifted his hands. "I just want to talk with her," he said, and Soonyoung looked at you. "Is that him'?" You nodded and walked towards him. "Soo, will you let us alone for a moment?" He smiled softly at you and said, "Call me if you need me." He went inside the house, and you turned towards him. 

"What do you want?" You crossed your arms. "I wanna explain," he whispered, and you shrugged. "I don't wanna hear it, Mingyu; you made it clear." Mingyu's heart felt heavy. "Y/N, please let me explain." 

You took a step back. "Mingyu, we come from two different worlds; you made it pretty clear. I don't want you here right now. You think of me as a spoiled girl; fine, then I'll act like one.  You used me for your fun, and then you left," you chuckled. "Maybe I should've paid for that act, huh?" 

Mingyu grabbed your arm and pulled you close. "Can you maybe just shut the fuck up?" he whispered, and you looked at him. "I fell in love with you; I left because I fucking fell for you," he said, frustrated. 

"Your dad made it clear that if I touch you, he will talk bad about me; he will make sure that I'll never get another job. I knew the moment you laid in my arms fast asleep, I was fucked." You gasped at his words. "I quit because I thought that we could maybe then be happy," he whispered. "I needed to sort out some shit, and now I am here."

"You're shitting me, right?" You laughed out loud, and he shook his head. "I'm dead serious; I'm in love with you." He cupped your cheek. "So please let me love you." You smiled brightly at him and pulled him down so you could kiss him. Your lips moved in sync, and your heart felt like it would burst at any moment now. 

"Are you sure you want to spend time with a spoiled brat?" You asked, grinning, "More than sure, baby," and he kissed you again.

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[brittle-doughie]

(Y/N cookie after hearing the tale from peppermint cookie) (in thoughts) If I find her Pearl in house Oyster and return it to her will she return to her normal kind self and bring peace to the sea? I must try if not for the Crème Republic then for the citizens of Tearcrown it pains me to have to hurt Oyster Cookie in any way shape or form like this but..(Shadows form over there eyes) The sins of the family must be paid in full.

Pearly Contemplation

Walking to House Oyster, the heavy weight and anxiety only got worse as you approached to Oyster Cookie’s abode, fiddling with your thumbs as you made your way.

Was this a good idea to do?

Should you just turn back now?

What would Oyster Cookie think of you after all this?

Would she understand? Would she hate you?

You turn your eyes to the sea, hoping to ease your mind.

The many eyes you see in the water staring right back at you did not help with that.

The Mercookies….

Did they…know what you were planning to do here? Eagerly waiting for you to reclaim what was once lost to them?

“And that’s the end of that ancient tale…”

It was..a lot to take in from start to end, but you thanked Peppermint Cookie for recounting it to you. Though, a part of you wonders…where has the pearl gone after all this time?

“Some say that it was lost to the sea…others say that someone else has it now…”

A pearl. In the hands of someone else…

Oyster Cookie….

You sigh and thanked Peppermint again for the story, you needed to head back to clear some things up in your head.

Those things were what made you walk to House Oyster in the first place…

You knew that this was wrong to essentially rob Oyster Cookie of her pearl that’s kept within her house, but..

The pearl has belonged to the mercookies in the first place, you told yourself.

It was only fair if the original owners had gotten their property back, right?

“Greetings, Y/N Cookie. Have you come to see our Matron today? She’s available for an audience right now.”

She was always available when it came to you.

You told the envoy that yes, you would like to see Oyster Cookie right now.

“She will be most pleased that you have come to her this time around. Please, come with me.”

The envoy turned around and headed into the house, just as you were about to follow in after the envoy, you take one last look at the ocean in the distance….

Those same eyes staring right back at you, a lot of them…

They hope you won’t let them down…

They’ve all gathered to see what could be a possible rebirth of their kingdom…

You didn’t want to keep them waiting as you slowly entered into House Oyster….

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cr kingdom

[mschievousx]

now and then | b.b.

pairing: benedict bridgerton x ofc

summary: loraine silva always knew she was not normal. she loves unusual things. she loves her father's guns, horses, boxing, climbing a tree, falling from a tree, engineering, astronomy... oh, and a man eleven years older.

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xi. eleven: every word you say

the sunlight did not reach her face. there was no sunlight in sight at all, aside from the most external door that shows a little hint of the visible spectrum. she stirred awake on the hard floor she slept, if she had any at all. she slowly sat up, finding the colonel on the adjacent cell, staring into nothingness.

they have yet to acknowledge each other's presence, trapped in their own battles inside. it was a surreal thing—to feel that it was both the end and the beginning. they have long let go of any hopes in receiving a lighter sentence, and that act is what made it possible for them to breathe despite the stifling feeling.

they have found freedom. losing all hope was freedom.

hence, the young silva raised her gaze to the ragged man across. his rank is not apparent on his current state, stripped off of dignity and proper legacy. she pulled him to the deepest ocean floor a man has never explored to.

"i am so sorry, raphael." raine broke the silence, feeling utterly apologetic for bringing the man with her in this fate.

"there is no need." he replied, closing his eyes as he leaned on the wall.

there really was no need. although his tone may have sounded frustrated, it was not directed to the girl. coming to think of it, he believes he would have done the same. he actually did, when he admitted to the suspicions just so she could be saved. the young silva, however, was hardheaded. a small chuckle left his lips as he looked at her in thought.

"you know, your father would be proud."

"oh, silence." raine rolled her eyes in jest, "i have not slept well with how much my eyes poured last night. do not make me cry again."

"but it is true."

"i know," she turned to him with weak eyes, "he asked me one time, if he was being too forceful in making me the viscountess or also the fact that he taught me things that a proper lady would not have preferred."

she laughed at the memory of her father teaching her how to hold a dagger at four, and her mother in utter worry as she caught them both.

"he was afraid he turned me into something he wanted instead of being someone I want to be."

the lady chuckled before continuing, "i told him I do not see myself embroidering at all. he laughed like crazy."

raphael weakly laughed at the story. by the mention of the girl's teaching experiences, a memory resurfaced in his mind as well.

"did you know that your father used to say you shoot like—i apologise for the term we use in the military amongst men—a virgin?"

despite being above average compared to the general public, her shooting really did not pass her father's standards. she could shoot, yes, but it would not have been enough for war. armand concluded that it was enough at the very least for self-defense.

raphael lifted one end of his lips, "i bet he would say otherwise now."

"that is because now i am not." she said with indifference, missing the way the man sat up from his leaning, turning to her fully.

"...wait, what—you mean...?" he asked curiously, his will returning to his voice in spite of their current situation.

raine looked at him and she found it interesting how curious he was at the topic. she let out a short giggle before slowly nodding. his mouth noticeably went ajar at that as he pried more.

"the bridgerton son?" she nodded once again, raphael leaning back down in surprise, shaking his head in disbelief, "your father is going to kill you."

"no need. the crown is doing it for him."

both laughed in chorus—how they could still jest in a situation like this is lost. perhaps, it was there saving grace. little joys do really count.

"i cannot fathom what you could possibly find so amusing in a place like this."

the queen's voice announced her arrival, her face grimacing in disgust at the place. the two greeted her with respect, standing from their position. she looked around, as if assessing their surroundings before settling her eyes to the girl.

her majesty sighed resignedly, "why ever did you have to shoot him?"

"he talked too much."

"that he did." she had no problem agreeing with that statement at all. the lord had been bothering her as well before about royal familial matters.

she clasped her hands, forming the words to say, "i have spoken to have a private execution for you both. it was granted. this is the least i could do, considering everyone has voted for a beheading instead of hanging."

raine nodded thankfully at that. she did not care much. either way, they would be dead. she inquired further, "the soldiers?"

"all free from the charges."

the two released a breath of relief. that was one of their main goals—for the rest of the troop to be able to go home and spend the following years with their families.

"thank you, aunt lottie. that is all i ask." she smiled warmly to the older woman.

"it will be in an hour." the queen noted, pertaining to the execution.

it must already be five in the afternoon already. the young silva did not know how time flew by so fast. she neared the girl, pushing a hand through the bars of her cell. raine held her hand as she continued.

"make death proud to take us."

raphael and raine's ears perked at that, their brows crossing as the queen took back her hand slowly, "how do you know of it?"

charlotte offered them a smile before she turned away, "your father had been a good company."

after the queen, major gilbert and the viscount bridgerton also stopped to visit them. the former relayed the gratefulness of the soldiers by the news of their freedom, while the latter updated her on how the queen is working on for a proper investigation against the said involved people in the treason with the help of the papers that was left to him. they did not take long, of course. the prison had that effect. it was very suffocating.

yet, her breath came back at the sight of the man in front of her.

"what are you doing here?" she said in concern, her lips quivering as she scrambled on her feet.

benedict reached to her, cupping her face with a tearful smile, "i told you. i will always be here."

she shut her eyes in shame of her current state, "you should not see me like this."

he chuckled with tears in his eyes, "like painfully beautiful?"

"like dying." she corrected in all honesty as he went silent, his heavy breathing speaking for himself.

his lips formed a thin line, features traced with painstaking gaze, "you are so unfair."

"i know," she admitted, knowing exactly what he meant, "i am so sorry."

he hushed her, his palms still on her cheeks as he soothed—both tracing the tear marks that intensified their emotions.

"forget about me. let go of this grief completely." she bleakly uttered, torment clear on her voice.

benedict immediately responded a multiple series of 'no' with an intense shaking of his head in disagreement. he would do anything to not forget her, both the joy and painful memories. he would cherish everything that she was present in. he would cling onto every word she utters.

"and in case you do forget about me," she continued, cupping his face with the utmost care, "i hope you remember by my touch alone.

he nodded fervently, "i love you."

he leaned his head to hers, their breaths exchanging as if he was used to the taste of pain on a dead friday night.

"i love you too."

they wanted to be together for as long as they could, and if that's not very long, well, then that's just how it is. and so, they held each other for the last time, coming to terms that if this life will be this cruel, he would spend the rest of his life praying that the next will not be.

he wanted to badly stay with her, to stop the time and prolong this moment. but, it seemed like he had angered the gods as a guard knocked his truncheon on the door, calling for him to exit for the fifteen-minute preparation before the execution.

━━━ ✦ ❘ ☽ 【❖】 ☾ ❘ ✦ ━━━

no later, guards entered the cells, taking both prisoners with no austerity in their touch. it was so strange for them to the point that it was hard to swallow. they have seized and lead criminals of darkest crimes to their end, yet they find themselves wanting to break the two out.

a viscountess and a colonel, both still children in their own way.

they have never thought there comes a day they would dread their work, and the executioner would say the same. because just as they all arrived in the execution stage, the forty-five soldiers, four members of the bridgerton family, and the queen are in attendance. as she caught sight of them, raine offered a brief, forlorn smile. these people are the ones who she is most thankful of.

executions happen at a faster pace than the young silva thought. one moment they were walking, the next they were kneeling. the executioner bowed to the both of them when they arrived, now asking for forgiveness on the duty he must do in a while. loraine granted him that.

he stood back up, announcing clearly, "you have been granted to speak your final words."

she turned to take a look at raphael, the latter nodding as a sign for her to speak for them both. raine casted her head down in thinking of the words she must say for the last time. she looked back at them all, to no one in particular, and dared to raise her eyes to her terrible fate as she began.

"when a crime goes unpunished, the world is unbalanced. when the wrong is unavenged, the heavens look down on us in shame. we too must die for this circle of vengeance to be closed. we will leave this record of our courage so the world will know who we were and what we did."

as she ended, they both tied the cloth firmly to cover their eyes. at the absence of sight, fear started to creep in. she could hear the executioner stepping away from her and to the colonel first. he declared with resolve, a means of comforting the two souls.

"death is proud to take you."

raine exhaled peacefully at that. it was a reply to their previous convictions—a way of reassuring they have done well.

and so, she did not panic, even when the sound of a drop on the floor filled the place.

raphael had been a great friend, soldier, and a person. the silva would not mind having to fight beside him once again.

the room stayed silent, with no other noise but the small whimpers of the audience. however, it was immediately overshadowed by the sound of footsteps, nearing her one step at a time. she guessed this must be it.

loraine's mind became blank. she hurried herself to think of memories—those that she would love to relive. she had a strange belief that it would not be as painful if she was feeling happy. but, it was also strangely hard to be one in the moment. all she could think of was that maybe, dying is the best option for her in this life. there was no home for her anymore.

and when she greets death, she hoped it is gentle. she hoped it is like going home. she believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere.

and for this reason, she remained calm as the axe hit her neck.

the audience found themselves letting go of the prolonged silence, breaking out to their cries. however, one person did not have any tear or voice left in himself anymore as he stared at the trail of blood that was starting to accumulate and flow away from the body.

indeed, a lot can happen in a day.

he was annoyed by her in one, taken by her in one, and loved her in one. he is grieving for her in one, and he will long for her in one.

and so, he was left with nothing but to face reality—realising that a very frightening thought is now shadowing him intimately.

when tomorrow depends to a person, what should one do? when that person is lost, does that mean tomorrow is too?

love was there. it may have not changed anything. it may have not saved anyone. but, it still matters that the love was there.

because, raine did not need to be saved. she needed to be found and appreciated for who exactly she was. her father has taught her that this world was only a preparation for the next, that all they can ask is to leave it having loved and being loved.

and benedict, until the very last moment, made that known to her and everyone else. she was found. she was appreciated. she was loved.

all by him.

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#benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton x oc #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton

[sweetcandyhigh]

Sending the randomest shit to a pre-relationship Megumi would be the funniest thing. I mean this would before he even realized he had feelings or that you had feelings for him. The poor guy was clueless. And you thought it was hilarious.

Let’s start this off by saying you and Megumi were close, but so were all of you guys, it was a tight nit circle. But Megumi was just different than the rest. So you spent a lot of time together, and texting when you couldn’t be.

So one night you guys as well as Itadori and Nobara were sitting in Megumi’s dorm (the cleanest), just lounging have some random ass conversations. And a few minutes later Megumi was picking up his phone, seeing a message from you. With a raised brow he looked at the simple blue heart emoji you sent, with the most weirded out face you had ever seen him make. Which in turn caused you to burst out laughing getting a few looks from the other two.

Another encounter of this was when you were training. A lax a daisy school day, sparring with each other and some of the 2nd years. And Megumi looked stunning, sweaty and running his hands through his hair every few seconds had you salivating. This garnered another one of your unfiltered texts, and while you knew what you could and couldn’t get away with, you always teetered on that line.

So a “God Damn” text was sent his way. Course he didn’t see that until a few seconds later where he pulled up the bottom half of his uniform top up to wick away the sweat from his face. His eyes went wide as he gave you a look that you couldn’t quite read, a giggle fallin from your lips.

This had happened so many times Megumi decided to enlist Itadori’s help, confused as to what you were getting at. “Itadori,” his calm voice called out, maybe one of the only times he said his name without being irritated with his fellow classmate. The pink-haired teen’s ears perked up, “Yeah Fushiguro?” He called looking up only for a phone to be shoved in his face. Megumi wasn’t good at asking for help and this was the closest it was gonna get, “Read.”

As Itadori’s eyes filtered over the messages a smirk resonated on his face, “I don’t know man, seems like she’s into ya,” he said with a way too toothy grin. Megumi’s brows furrowed as he shook his head, “Not possible,” he huffed out causing Itadori to snicker, “I’m telling you dude that’s what it is.”

And from that day on Megumi was a little too aware of everything you did around him, the dots connecting in his head. But how did he feel about this? He had no clue, absolutely none.

That’s when he went to Nobara, once again someone he wouldn’t normally go to. “Nobara?” He called out the same way he did Itadori’s name, and her ears perking up the same way. “Oh?” She said with a soft snicker, causing Megumi to roll his eyes. Once the situation was explained Nobara’s brow never stopped being raised, “So?” She grumbled eliciting a groan from Megumi, “How am I supposed to feel?”

She shook her head, a tsk coming from her mouth, “Now cmon on Megumi, you’d be passing up a great chance with em.” His brows raised before shaking his head, “That’s not what I’m asking.” Nobara was now the one groaning, “Look, I can’t tell you how you feel, but I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

And let’s just say Megumi was even more confused when he left that conversation, and it didn’t help when he bumped into you. His face was beet red, one of the only time you had seen him like that. “Everything ok Gumi?” His heart fluttered as he nodded, words caught in his throat. “Wanna hang out?” You tilted your head, his heart fluttered once more as he nodded. You smiled, happy he was gonna hang out with you, and his heart fluttered once more.

Let’s just say Megumi never thought he’d be the guy to be in a relationship. He wouldn’t be the guy to want someone. And never did he ever think he’d be the first to confess. Yet here he was muttering the words out, the same calm and collected voice now just a little more shaky.

And while you were flabbergasted of course you accepted, cause you felt exactly the same.

#megumi fushiguro #jjk fic #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk megumi #megumi x reader #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi fluff #megumi x you

[sunshineandspencer]

Friendly face (Part 3)

A/N: I know I said I always succumb to peer pressure, but that did not need to be tested. Also if I did a Hotch(or Spencer) taglist, would anyone be interested, also.. how do you do a taglist?? I may be 20 and from the UK, but I have only been using tumblr for about two months, I’m learning (slowly).

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Receptionist!Reader.

Summary: Little does the team know, their little receptionist and their Unit Chief had been closer for a lot longer than any of them knew. And while he’s brilliant at hiding it, she is now.

Word Count: 825

Warnings: please, stop requesting the fluff it hurts my little heart

part 1! and 2!!

Honestly, she could come to work with a massive neon sign floating above her head saying ‘stupidly in love with Aaron Hotchner’ and it would have probably the same effect as she normally does to him.

While he goes through the rules, needing to check about whether their relationship - yes, relationship - was actually legal, they needed to keep it secret.

A serious conversation they’d had over dinner well over six months ago, one that she’d seem to conveniently forget whenever they were actually in the office together. Thankfully that isn’t very often, unless he’s personally asked for files she stays by her desk.

Sometimes, he will admit, he requests reports just to get her into the office, but not very often.

However, it seemed to have been just often enough for his coworkers - Emily, mostly - to realise. From there, and after getting everyone else to join her, they were trying to find exactly how much the pair actually cared for each other.

Crowding together at the round table, quickly giving everything they’d noticed before Hotch arrived.

Emily starts, grinning at both Morgan and Spencer, nothing better than a bit of office gossip.

“So, she doesn’t hide anything. But, we’re all well aware that he sometimes uses excuses to get her into his office. But I noticed that she always leaves post-it notes on the files that she does give him, and they do look sickeningly sweet. It’s hard to believe Hotch actually likes that.”

Spencer chimes in, wringing his fingers lightly. He loves gossip as much as the next person, but the receptionist is a sweetheart and treats him so kindly, plus he doesn’t really believe in talking about other people’s business.

However, he’s invested in her happiness, and knows that there’s more to the pair than meets the eye.

“Well.. he smiles at her, more than I’ve ever really seen. And he does things for her that he wouldn’t do for anyone else. He helped her set up her desk and made sure she settled properly with the team.. plus Penelope found the paperwork and he requested her to be moved up.”

“What?! She didn’t tell me that!” Morgan looked pretty dejected, and Emily could only pat his back apologetically. But as much as they want to say that Morgan is her favourite, Spencer is everyone’s favourite.

He just shrugged, and Morgan kept talking, needing to add in what he’d seen - and profiled - about the two of them.

“Whatever. We’ve all seen how smitten Jack is with her, kid practically has hearts coming from his eyes. And I heard them talking about her having stayed over on the weekend. And we all see the way Hotch is with the two of them, it’s like the past decade of the job lifts off him.”

They all eventually came to the agreement that they believed that Hotch and their receptionist were together, and they needed to know more. The achilles heel of most profilers, the desire for gossip whenever they can get it.

Hearing footsteps approaching, they quickly nominated Spencer to ask Hotch, panicking the younger agent as he spluttered over his words.

As Hotch stepped through, with her following close behind, files in her hands as she waited for Hotch to take them. Waving to the rest of the team happily, very grateful the images weren’t on screen yet. Emily booted Spencer under the table and he jolted, getting Hotch’s attention.

“Hotch!” His voice cracked, how cute. “I uh- we, we wondered if you and uhm.. if you two--”

Christ, she wanted to take pity on the poor boy, looking up at Aaron. Thankfully he seemed amused rather than irritated that they’d worked it out. Looks like they got their answers on whether or not the relationship was allowed.

He nodded at her softly and she grinned, leaning up to peck his lips quickly, stuffing the files into his hands.

“Let me know if you take the case?”

“I’ll text you.”

Grinning, she winked at Spencer, which earned her a warning “sweetheart”, which only fed into her giddiness now that they didn’t have to hide it. Loving the surprised looks on their faces, even though Morgan was definitely acting as if he knew the whole time. Exactly as Aaron said he would, god she loves that he knows them so well.

“Stay safe you lot. Bring my boyfriend home safe or I’ll hunt you down!”

As she walked out of the briefing room, she smacked Aaron’s ass and scampered off giggling, being followed with his scolding voice.

“Dove.”

Eventually, he had to turn back around to his grinning teammates - bar a very embarrassed Spencer who now avoided his boss’ gaze - he sunk into his chair. Waiting for whichever one was going to say something first.

Emily, of course, was the one to speak up first, looking at him all innocently as if she didn’t know damn well what she was doing.

“Dove~?”

“Don’t push it.”

Want more?! Good!

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds oneshot #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

These Clone Wars headcanons are long overdue

I saw someone say Anakin couldn’t have taught Ashoka everything cause that man’s stiff as a damn board and I laughed my ass off cause they were right but then it got me thinking that this would be a perfect moment for Ahsoka to teach Anakin something

So she gently persuades him and by that I mean she forces him to do some simple stretches in the morning nothing too bad just stuff you’d probably do before gym class and after a while it kinda becomes a pseudo-joined meditation for them

After a while when Anakin started becoming more comfortable with the stretches she started teaching him yoga which he quickly fell in love with cause he found it was one of the few things that calmed him down as traditional meditation should

When Ahsoka stopped being Anakin’s padawan in the cannon timeline or in my delusional timeline where they both left the order and everyone’s happy he had to find something else to call her and for the first couple of months he would always introduce her starting with “my”

The nicknames would usually fall into one of two categories the first being the unhinged nicknames like “my little hell-raiser” or “my little desert storm” and then there are the cute and sappy ones like “my little Soka” or his personal favorite “my little sister”

And with the last one people would ask “Oh is she adopted” and while Anakin could go the normal route and say yes he would instead go his route and look at the person like they’re crazy and say “No why do you ask?”

Which leads me to my next headcanon of you know when people say “If you spend enough time with something you’ll start to resemble it” Well that kinda happens with Obi-Wan Anakin and Ahsoka

In the beginning they all looked as different as a group could look but after a while people started to notice their eyes looked weirdly similar and they held themselves in the same way and their facial expressions mimicked each other and oh my force when did they start looking related?

And this works in their favor later on when they leave cause remember yall they all left and lived happily ever after… 

Anyway it works out for them cause when Anakin reiterates “No we’re all siblings” people don’t even think about it they just kinda accept it and move on cause the galaxies in shambles and weirder shit has happened

Even though Ahsoka blames Anakin for crashing everything he’s ever flown it doesn’t truly bother her the risky moves and “fancy flying” become predictable after a while and weirdly comforting 

It should concern her that barrel rolls and 90-degree drops are more soothing to her than a trained pilot who flies by the book cause yeah sure the flight is smooth but will the pilot make jokes while they’re being shot down

It is a truly hilarious show of fate that Anakin Skywalker got put in charge of the biggest adrenaline junkie this side of the galaxy and even though they both know this fact neither one of them will mention it 

Ahsoka’s just grateful to experience the feeling of a rollercoaster without ever being on one and Anakin’s grateful to finally find someone who just nags him when they freefall instead of screaming at the top of their lungs or puking when they land

Ahsoka will jokingly rat out Anakin to Obi-Wan when he picks on her it’s not uncommon for the older Jedi to hear things like “Master, Anakin keeps floating my sabers to the ceiling” or “Master, I can’t find my headwrap and Anakin’s hiding again can you help me look”

Just funny little tidbits throughout the day and sometimes council members will hear those anecdotes and for some reason they think “Oh she’s willing to rat him out for real” which has led to some council members asking her the bigger questions 

Like “Where was your master last night we tried hailing him but he didn’t answer?” and when Ahsoka responds with “Oh he’s been in his room all night tinkering with his arm” they correct her and say that the guards never reported him returning from a late-night excursion

She’ll come up with something like “Oh he left? Well I’m sorry masters I never saw him go and I could have sworn I heard him” which is a lie she told him to say hi to Padme as he left and the only thing she heard that night was her music 

But for some strange reason the council decides to believe her cause even though she’s Anakin’s padawan she has a strangely trustworthy face and has a wrap sheet of throwing him under the bus in the past 

Little do they know she wouldn’t sell him out for real and Anakin pays loyal people generously and by that I mean baked goods and boba and her favorite movie being played while they eat dinner

I don't know what it is about Anakin that gives me morning-person vibes but he just does now I’m not saying he’s like super bubbly in the morning but being up at five am when no one else is around just soothes him for some reason 

This however doesn’t stop him from staying up late to work on some projects or having a movie marathon with Ahsoka it just means those things are infrequent 

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka on the other hand feel like night owls to me the duo has so much going on throughout the day and while they’re both extroverts at heart nighttime is when they really unwind and get to relax 

All this to say it’s very funny imagining the normally broody Anakin smiling serenely at six in the morning barely needing a cup of caf while the normally happy duo of Ahsoka and Obi-Wan are reduced to grumbling grumpy messes that are death-gripping their cups of caf 

The Jedi don’t say “I love you” at least not in the normal way that everyone else does instead he makes snacks for his padawan while she frantically studies for a test that she forgot about or they say things like “Hey master I think I figured out why your prosthetic keeps locking up”  

Or one of them discovers his favorite tea in his cupboard after the younger two come back from a mission but he knows they were stationed three star systems away from where the tea is normally sold

Or the younger coming home from the same mission to find that all the chores they couldn’t do were taken care of 

You know the minuscule things that most people wouldn’t bat an eye at but to each other mean the world

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars clone wars #star wars headcanons #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #padmé amidala #snips and skyguy #sorry these took forever #I got thrown a million curveballs in the past two weeks #just some normal drama here and there #school starting soon and me getting a new job all kinda hit me on the face and didn't let me get up until like yesterday #I'm just really happy and grateful for my support systems right now #but all this to say sorry for the wait and enjoy the sappy shit

[infiniteeight8]

Would love to see more of the 'can't let him find out' Alpha/Omega IronStrange series!

Edit: The first two stories can be found here.

-

Tony can’t stop thinking about Stephen.

The omega is usually so poised, so self-possessed. Seeing him so bedraggled after his heat had been a shock. It had been more than two weeks before Stephen had shown up at another Avengers meeting, and he’d still looked just a little too thin. Tony was certain that he’d needed every minute of that time to recover.

Is it even possible for him to recover completely from a heat that bad? Wouldn’t the wear and tear accumulate over time? It’s been five months since Titan, which means that that would have only been Stephen’s second heat since viewing all those futures. Had the first one been easier? Harder? 

When he finds himself researching heat disorders, Tony knows he has to talk to Pepper.

He brings it up after dinner, when they’re sipping an evening coffee. Or, well, he starts, but all he manages is, “Pep, I’ve been…” Been what? Thinking about another omega? Technically true, but misleading. 

“Is this about all the research you’ve been doing on heat disorders?” Pepper asks.

Of course she always simplifies things for him. “Yeah,” Tony says. “I found out recently that someone I know is having really difficult heats, and he swears there’s nothing to be done, and I—” Tony cuts himself off and makes a frustrated noise. “I can’t stop thinking about it and I don’t understand why.”

“It’s normal to worry about a friend,” Pepper begins, but Tony shakes his head.

“I don’t actually know him that well. Not that he’s not a friend, but it’s not that kind of worry. I get that kind of worry.”

Pepper gives him a thoughtful look. “Did you see him? Just after his heat, I mean. Is that how  you found out how hard they are?” Tony nods. “It’s probably a compatibility thing, then.”

“Compatibility?” Tony says blankly. He knows the theory, but… “Shouldn’t our bond cancel that out?”

Pepper laughs. “Tony,” she says fondly, “our bond is about as shallow as it’s possible for a bond to get. We don’t even sleep in the same bed regularly. It’s not capable of canceling out much of anything.”

“You can’t blame me for assuming!” Tony protests. “The whole point of us getting mated was to fend off criticism! Doesn’t it need to send out, you know, ‘taken’ signals to do that?”

Pepper shakes her head. “The rings and the paperwork do that. Pheromones are weak enough outside of heat that no one really uses them for signaling. Perfume and cologne generally mask them, anyway.”

“Huh. So because I saw him right after his heat—”

“—his pheromones were strong enough to register with you,” Pepper finishes.

“Not to be crass,” Tony says carefully, “but… he smelled terrible.”

“Tony, that probably means you’re more compatible, not less,” Pepper says, fighting down a smile. “He’d just come out of a heat so traumatic that it had you looking up heat disorders. His pheromones were obviously signaling intense distress. The more compatible you are, the stronger that signal is, and the more unpleasant you’d have found it.”

“Right.” Tony makes a face. “Biology is not my strong point.”

“I promise not to tell,” Pepper teases. 

Tony turns the idea over in his head a few times. Compatibility isn’t the be-all and end-all of bonding, he knows, but there are still stories. The intensity of the sex is the stuff of pornos, but the depth of the mating bond… that’s the real fairy tale. Perfectly matched pairs came damn close to sharing emotions. To have something like that…

“If you want to pursue something with him,” Pepper says softly, “you know I’d never stand in your way.”

Tony shakes his head. “He said he wasn’t capable of bonding.”

“Don’t assume it’s that simple,” Pepper says. “Technically, you’re not capable of bonding, because you’re already mated, but mating bonds can be broken. Whatever’s going on with him, it hasn’t stopped him from producing pheromones you can react to. Besides, bonding isn’t all there is to compatibility, or to relationships. Just…” she waved a hand, “keep an open mind.”

This is a side effect of my viewing our possible futures, Stephen had said. And then there was the moment of grief Tony had seen in his eyes.

“I get the feeling that nothing about this is simple,” Tony says slowly. 

Pepper gives him a small smile. “Well. You always do find things more interesting the more complicated they are.”

#IronStrange #ficlet

[halfdeadfullgay]

The Adventures of a Cat and Her Stray

Ao3

Summary: Selina wants to make sure that the world doesn’t fail the stray as it had failed her. She hopes she can do better for the stray.

Danny wants a family again after having to leave amity but he is too scared of what could help to those he gets close to.

They both must learn how to accept that someone genuinely cares for them and eventually relearn how to be a part of a family again.

AN: This is inspired by a dpxdc idea/prompt that I posted on Tumblr. It came from rewatching Batman Returns and thinking that Selina Kyle is slightly ghostly it in. None of the other Tim Burton interpretations of Batman characters will be in the fic, just his version of Catwoman.

Catwoman didn’t have a grave. Even if she did, there was nothing to bury and no one would visit. However she did have the spot in the alley where she had fell. It was an unmarked grave like most of the ones in gotham.

It was a simple little thing. A small cat statuette stood along the wall, occasionally a flower was left with and always some food for the alley cats. No one really messed with it, some even left little trinkets. She had no clue, the theory she thought of was that it was a way to avoid getting robbed, like an offering.

She let be it, mainly cause it was people who the world had also failed that were leaving the “offerings”. The people seemed to respect it and she quickly became as cryptic as the Bat. Speaking of the Bat, he didn’t seem to like it as much as she did but they never really did see eye to eye much.

Catwoman listened to the paranoia that ever so slightly slipped through his voice and rolled her eyes. She paid it no mind, she knew that he wouldn’t mess with it unless something actually did call for it. She just continued life as much as she could otherwise.

Selina got a new job under a somewhat better boss along with a new apartment. Robbery and knowing Bruce helped a lot when it came to money but even so, she still wanted to support herself. Life was good for a while or as well as it could be for a woman who had died multiple times.

That was until Selina had started to hear rumors that someone had stolen from Catwoman, someone had stolen from her grave. Someone had stolen her grave marker.

Catwoman had a new item to go after.

-

Danny needed to run and run he did. It would’ve been easier to fly but he needed to stay under the radar. He fled where Clockwork instructed him to. A cursed city that had ecto, not as much as Amity but just enough. Clockwork helped a bit, mainly slowing down time for just a minute, it wasn’t much but that was all he could do.

He had to say bye to his friends and sister. He couldn’t contact them, too paranoid about them being caught talking to a ghost. Danny didn’t want any of this. He only wanted to be a normal kid but he died and came back. He became his town’s hero although most just saw him as a villain because of the GIW.

Danny was now in Gotham where he didn’t know anyone and had no clue where to go from there. So he stayed in his ghost form for the most part. It was a easy way of avoiding the need to eat, the same with feeling the cold but he could only stay in that form for so long before it started to affect his human one.

Nails got a bit shaper, the same with teeth but that was less noticeable compared to how his eyes began to reflect like a cats. That was less easy to hide but everyone in Gotham seemed to have bigger problems and didn’t really do a second take when his eyes would reflect.

He kept his head down and tried to survive the streets. That’s when he started to get sent on errands for Clock Work, being told that it was just to keep him busy and said errands usually helped others as well. Danny couldn’t really argue against that plus it was an excuse to explore Gotham more.

Most errands just consisted of returning stolen things to the dead, occasionally passing on messages and once in a while; helping a newly formed ghost.

This was like any other errand. Someone stole from an unmarked grave and he was set to return what had been stolen. In this case, it was a cat statuette. Simple enough compared to others. He went out and started looking. Hopefully he could find the statuette before whoever the unmarked gave belonged to would notice.

-

The statuette was easy to find. The thief had the audacity to pawn it. Catwoman quietly entered the pawn shop. It seemed like a small business, so she planned only getting what was hers back. There were minimal security measures, just an alarm that she was able to disarm quickly.

She was in the shadows, about to pounce and take what’s hers but that was stopped when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Not in fear but surprise. A wisp of blue breath broke through the air near where her statuette was. A pair of eyes snapped at her direction, reflecting in the slight light like a cat.

Slowly, she watched as a young teen moved close to the statuette. She stepped out of the shadows, quietly watching the teenager as they watched her back. A stray probably. They held up the statuette in her direction and tilted their head slightly.

“Gonna assume this belongs to you?”

#The Adventures of a Cat and Her Stray #danny phantom #dpxdc #fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #ghost prince danny #catwoman #selina kyle #tim burton!catwoman #none of the other batman characters are #the tim burton version

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

What's up, so I know creating AUs isn't a thing I do a whole lot, but I had this idea I wanted to share in case anyone else was interested 💕

King Blackheart AU

Or: A Comicverse AU in which Ballister and Nimona take control of the government like she has wanted to, and Ballister is crowned King

So here's what I got so far:

After discovering the Institution's plans to cultivate Jaderoot, Nimona and Ballister uncover it, which starts a revolution that ends with the death of the Director and reigning King.

Ambrosius initially fights against him, but joins their cause once they prove without any room for doubt that the Institution was cultivating Jaderoot

Since Ballister led the revolution, the people appointed him as the new King, with the enthusiastic support of Nimona, although he isn't especially keen on this new position

Ballister appoints Nimona and Goldenloin as his personal guard. Ambrosius is torn up with guilt over his betrayal and Ballister still doesn't fully trust him, but he appointed him to his personal guard as a show of good faith and pardon, as a lot of people are still angry with Ambrosius for the work he did for the Institution

Ambrosius, always looking to prove himself, is extremely happy to have the opportunity to serve a person he genuinely loves and cares about with the same unwavering loyalty he'd served the Institution with for years

Lots of interesting dynamics with Ballister as the King and Ambrosius as his personal knight 👀 I imagine that Ambrosius would almost fetishize the situation, creating a fantasy in his head that Ballister is the righteous, noble king and he is the knight who is sworn to protect and serve that king to his last breath, and as we know, Ambrosius has a tendency to conflate fantasy and reality.

This also has the capacity to create some angst because he is sworn to destroy anything that would harm his King, but he harmed his king, long ago.

Ambrosius and Nimona still have tensions between them but not as severe, because the final fight between them never happened. They would also cause tension in how they each approach their job. Nimona is extremely demanding, she has high expectations of Ballister as king and doesn't want him to squander the opportunity, meanwhile Ambrosius is flip-flops between his normal, holier-than-though personality where he is insistent of Ballister doing things a certain way (which happens to be the opposite of how Nimona wants them done) and being uncharacteristically passive and subservient

So that's what I've got, and while I've been struggling with the worldbuilding it would take to write a fic for this, I wanted to shoot it into the void in case anyone else would like to make use of it 💕 ty for reading!!

#nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #nimona graphic novel #ballister blackheart #ballister x ambrosius #nimona au #blackloin #nimona fanfic

[augustmonsooning]

"you're the bear and I remember you": but who is the bear?

I keep thinking about the moment Claire and Carmy run into each other for the first time at the grocery store. Claire tells him she remembers what the name of the resturant was going to be and Carmy's face is impassive, he is so, so sure they never told anyone.

At least, Carmy never did. But what if Mikey told someone? What if he told Claire?

The Bear is a show that has callbacks to the tiniest of throwaway remarks and gestures. The scene from 'Dogs' where someone from the neighbourhood mistakes Carmy as the brother who has died always stands out for me, in the same episode we find out someone has called Mikey instead of Richie, might be nothing but...

I believe Carmy truly did have a crush on Claire, maybe he harboured it for a long time but never felt lie he could be gregarious enough for someone like her who always had a lot of friends, after all he wasn't like Mikey.

So when Claire seems to recognise him.he is taken aback, and she says that line "I remember you", except he realises, she doesn't, she is remembering Mikey and maybe it breaks his heart a little bit, makes him feel even shittier than he does normally. So he gives a wrong number, spares her, spares himself.

Except Claire is persistent, she pushes. She gets his number and so Carmy tries to be the man he realises Claire remembers, he tries to be Mikey - he tries being outgoing at parties, he wears the clothes Mikey would wear. But it gets exhausting, and he feels empty and on edge. When Claire acts like she loves him he knows that she's falling for a person he's only pretending to be, and not really who he really is.

He has a panic attack in the alley by the restaurant he's opening, and the oily thing that calms him down is the thought of the person who really does remember him, really does know who is, the person he never has to pretend with.

#the bear meta #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #claire bear

[moondustpugh]

Permanent December

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Sara have been best friends for a while now and when Sara had started dating Wes, you realized he also had a best friend. Joe. But somehow, you and Joe tend not to get along all the time.

Author's Note: Part 3, enjoy! :)

Wordcount: 5.8K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten

Joe was the last person you thought you would see tonight. He stood there in front of you, his curls in disarray, and he was wearing his usual button up and trousers outfit. On his hand was a small gift box wrapped messily, almost like he was in a hurry to wrap it up, or he just didn’t know how to wrap a gift. Then, that guilt you have been feeling washed over you again.

“Hey.” He gave you a small smile.

You fucked up. You did. Really bad. 

You haven’t seen Joe for a week since that night at the pub. The night where you decided to act like an idiot and just went off on him. You had told him to leave you alone, so why were you surprised that he actually did? Why were you now feeling guilty for telling him how you felt? Did you react the right way that night? 

Probably not. 

But Joe deserved it, didn’t he? For being such an ass to you for years. But how come you felt guilty over it? How come you wished he would show up in one of your little outings with Wes and Sara, hoping you could talk to him about that night? You got what you asked for, so why were you feeling like this?

“No Joe?” Sara had asked Wes one day when he picked you both up from the hotel.

The four of you were supposed to walk around The British Museum for the day just to show you more of London, and Joe apparently had told Sara that he was coming when she invited him, but he was a no show. 

Again. 

It had been two days now since his presence had disappeared from the three of you, and Wes hasn’t really said anything. He has given you and Sara the same answer.

“No, he has some photoshoot or something.” Wes replied. 

Work again. 

The same excuse he had given both of you, but you knew the real answer, didn’t you? You knew that he probably didn’t have work and that he was avoiding you because of that night. You wondered if he had told Wes. You wondered if Wes knew, and he just hadn’t said anything. 

You wondered if Wes knew, did Sara know too? Were they both just keeping it quiet? Did Joe tell them not to mention it? All the thoughts started reeling in your mind, and you kept looking for little reactions from both Wes and Sara the whole day and throughout the week, but they were both perfectly normal. Wes hasn’t changed the way he treated you, and Sara? Well, Sara was the same also. You tried to really push that guilt feeling down and tried to forget about it. 

You kept telling yourself that he deserved it. He deserved what you told him that night. That you were right. That he did hate you for years now, and he just had to tolerate you because Wes was with Sara, and you were bestfriends with his best friend's girlfriend. And that if he had a choice, he probably wouldn’t even want you in his life. He just tried his best to tolerate you, while you tried your best to be nice to him. For Sara and Wes. That was it.

But ugh. 

How come you kept feeling this way? Then, the week had gone by and he was a no show to all the little outings you, Sara and Wes had done. Even just hanging out at Wes’ apartment and drinking, he was also a no show, which was an unusual thing. Eventually, Sara had even stopped asking Wes where he was because the answers were always the same. 

Work. 

But you? You never believed one excuse Wes had told both of you. You knew the real reason, and you didn’t even tell them. You didn’t even tell Sara, who you told everything to because you were ashamed. You were guilty for driving away her boyfriend’s best friend. You didn’t need to add more conflict to this situation. 

That morning, you were awakened by some rustling on the door. You weren’t awake all the way yet, but you could hear some whispering and the gentle close of the door. You knew Sara had an extra spare key for your room, so you figured it was her, but you heard more than one voice. 

“Shh…” Sara whispered.

 “Hold on…”

You adjusted yourself a little bit on your bed and slowly fluttered your eyes open when you heard Sara and Wes start singing happy birthday to you. You couldn’t help but smile and rub your eyes to get rid of the sleep. They stood next to your bed with Sara holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and balloons, while Wes was holding a sprinkle covered cake with one candle lit up on top. 

They were so sweet. 

Sara always knew how to make your birthday special and ever since Wes had appeared in your lives, they both had always done something so special for your birthday. The room was still dark from the curtains that covered the windows as you sat up on your bed and watched them finish singing happy birthday to you. The only thing lighting up the room was the little light from the small candle.

You laughed and clapped your hands playfully after they finished singing. “Thank you.” 

“C’mon. Make a wish.” Wes leaned the cake closer to you as you closed eyes and pretended to make a wish. 

You really didn’t know what to wish for because honestly, who still did birthday wishes? It wasn’t like it would come true. The only wish you probably had at the moment was to get rid of this guilt feeling, but you didn’t even wish for that because at the same time, you felt like you kind of deserve to feel this way after what you said. So, after a few seconds, you opened your eyes and blew out your candle. 

“Happy Birthday!” Sara handed you the bouquet of peonies and tied the balloon string on the back of the chair before sitting at the edge of the bed and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Thank you. You guys are so sweet. Really.” 

You watched as Wes set the cake down on the table and turned to face both of you, clapping his hands together. “Alright, I will leave you girls alone and have your little celebration.”

You furrowed your brows, gazing up to him. “Wait, where are you going?”

“Unfortunately, I have something to finish today for work, but we will celebrate it together, I promise. You girls deserve a day for yourselves without me tagging along.”

You watched Sara whisper a thank you to Wes, and he gave her a loving smile before leaning in to kiss her. You couldn’t help but smile and look away, feeling like you were interrupting something between them. You definitely loved that about Wes. He was always understanding with Sara, and he was never possessive or jealous. That was why their relationship was easy. They trusted each other, and they both knew how to be their own individual person even if they were together. 

“Happy Birthday again.” Wes leaned in to hug you. “You two have fun!” He smiled excitedly before leaving the room. 

You turned to Sara and saw a playful grin tugging on her face. “C’mon. Go get ready.”

“Where are we going?” You asked, getting up from your bed. “Do I have to wear something fancy for your little plans?”

“No,” Sara chuckled. “I was thinking of going to the West End, have a little brunch and shopping?”

You pouted both of your lips before smacking them together and nodded your head in agreement. “Sounds great to me!”

You made your way to the bathroom and got yourself ready for the day. You were glad that you two were doing something together because honestly, you really needed it. You needed to get your mind off of the guilt feeling that was slowly eating you up inside and maybe some retail therapy and some delicious food was what you needed. 

You and Sara took the tube that day and found yourselves in a cute little restaurant, sitting outside and enjoying the sun. It was cold, but the sun was out today and maybe you thought that was a sign that it was going to be a good day at least.

Your table was filled with different breakfast foods, and you couldn’t help but think how Sara really went all out for your little brunch with her. You loved it though because both of you were such foodies that you two would eat anything and maybe regret it later because your stomach would start hurting. It was always like that with you two. When you were happy and wanted to try everything, you two would do it with no hesitation. 

You took a sip of your coffee and watched the people walk down the streets of London, watching them get on with their busy lives for the day. 

“So, how does it feel to be 27?” Sara asked, sipping her coffee. 

You let out a deep breath and didn’t even know how to answer that. “You know, I feel old but at the same time, I don’t. I feel like I’m not ready for all this adult shit sometimes.”

“Oh, I feel you. I totally understand.” You watched Sara take a bite of her crêpe and paused for a moment before saying, “You know Wes and I have been talking about our relationship.” 

Uh oh. 

You carefully studied Sara’s expression, hoping the next thing she was going to tell you wasn’t going to be bad news. 

“And?” You asked nervously.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Sara’s face. “It’s so crazy how long we have been together. It feels like it was just yesterday but at the same time, it feels like we have been together forever.”

A sigh of relief came over you as you listened to Sara. You were scared there for a second that she was going to tell you it wasn’t working out between them. Not like it was any of your business, but you saw how happy they were together, and you really were rooting for them to be together at the end. 

“Are you happy with him?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“Very.” Sara’s cheeks suddenly turned red. “I don’t know. I just can’t explain it.”

“You think he’s the one?” 

Sara bit her lower lip and nodded her head softly. She didn’t need words to answer that question because it was written all over her face. 

Oh, she really was in love. 

“How about you?” Sara asked.

You froze for a moment, trying to understand her question. What about you? In love? With who?

“Me?” 

“Yes, are you gonna go out there?” 

You sighed and just took another sip of your coffee, shrugging your shoulders. You didn’t really think about being in a relationship at the moment. You told yourself that whoever comes that was meant for you will come. Plus, your mind was somewhere else at the moment, trying to kill you softly.

“I’m not worried about that right now.” That was all you could answer.

You were glad that Sara didn’t press the subject on you after that. Relationships weren’t exactly a good thing in your life. You never really had a good one. You always tried your best to make things work but in the end, they just never do. It wasn’t something you thought you were really good at. You thought maybe you were better off alone anyway. Have your little solitude. 

“So, why don’t we find a birthday outfit?” Sara suggested as soon as you two were done with brunch.

Ah, there it was. Sara’s usual not so discreet little plans. 

It was always like that every year too. She would either act like she wasn’t planning anything for you and then next thing you know, she was getting you a nice outfit. Another year was when you woke up on your birthday and the first person that greeted you was Wes, and Sara? She was nowhere to be found. You knew it was unusual when you had spent the day walking around the city with Wes, hearing him talk about sports and how expensive makeup was when you had dragged him to Sephora. 

“Fucking bloody hell.” He would curse under his breath when he saw the price of one lipstick. “For a fucking lipstick?!”

You gave him a small shrug and picked out three different colors because it was your birthday after all and you deserve something nice. Not to mention how your best friend had forgotten about it, and you were stuck with her boyfriend all day.

“You know they are all the same colors, right?” Wes argued. 

“Shut up. No, they are not.”

“Yes, they are!” He took the three tubes of lipstick and showed you all the different shades together. “Pink, pink, and pink!”

“Excuse me!” You grabbed the lipsticks from him and threw it back on the little basket you were holding. “They are totally different shades.”

“How?!”

“Because I said so!” You barked back.

“Oh, I’m convinced!” He said sarcastically. 

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the tube of lipsticks again from your little basket and pointed each one on his face. “Blush, coral and… ballet slipper.”

Telling Wes that a lipstick shade was called “ballet slipper” got him even more in distress.

“Where the fuck is the ballet slipper coming from?” Wes furrowed his brows.

“What’s the color of a ballet slipper, Wes?”

“P…Pink…?” He uttered, hesitation in his voice for a moment.

“Exactly.” You threw the tube of lipsticks back in the little basket and as you walked away from him you heard his little “I still think they’re all the same pink” grumble behind you. 

You shook your head and couldn’t help but chuckle as you continued to walk away from him before you could hear him talk about the prices of foundations or powders. You had spent the rest of your day getting an earful from Wes about makeup prices until you two had gone back to Sara’s apartment, only to find the whole place decorated with birthday balloons and confetti. 

On the table, there were different kinds of your favorite food and your favorite sprinkle covered birthday cake. Then, you understood why you were tortured all day listening to Wes complain about makeup because Sara was busy preparing a surprise for you. 

Walking down the streets of London, thinking back at all those years, you couldn’t help but smile and slip your arm with Sara’s. Both of you giggling and walking together with your linking arms and went to each store that you both found interesting. It took a while for you two to find something you actually like, and Sara wasn’t giving up until you were able to find the perfect birthday outfit. You didn’t even bother asking what her plans were, you just went along with it and enjoyed your day. 

“How about this?” 

You were sitting outside the fitting room, feeling defeated that you didn’t find anything you like in probably the 5th store you have gone to. Sara came out with an emerald green dress that hugged all her curves with some black tall boots that went along with it. 

You smiled and nodded your head. “That’s the one. I think that’s perfect!”

“I know right? I think so too!” She turned to look at herself in the mirror before her eyes shifted to the reflection of you behind her. “Haven’t found a good one yet?”

You shook your head and exhaled sharply. “Do I have to really pick a birthday outfit?” Your voice almost sounded whiney. 

“Absolutely!” Sara made her way back in the fitting room. “Let me finish changing, I’ll go pay, and we can check next door. Who knows, maybe you’ll find something there.”

And she was right. 

You did find something there. A bit expensive, but it was your birthday, wasn’t it? So, you went for it. It was a sequin mini black blazer dress with a deep neckline and oh god, it made you look sexy as hell. You paired it with some black strappy heels and even Sara knew right away that it was the dress. You both didn’t even try to look for any more options because you already have decided that it was the one. 

It was perfect. 

You both walked out of that store wearing your new dresses under your winter coats, holding hand in hand as Sara dragged you back to the tube and just like you expected, she did have a plan because you had found yourself walking down the street that was all too familiar. You have only been in London for a little more than two weeks, and you have memorized the important spots already. 

So, you knew what street you were on. You knew Sara was dragging you towards Wes’ building and just as you entered, the dark room was filled with light and Wes and their friends shouted “surprise!” to you. 

“Oh my god.” You laughed, turning to Sara.

You were a bit embarrassed, feeling the blood rushed to your cheeks. The room was filled with balloons hanging all the way to the ceiling. Confetti, food, and drinks everywhere, while Wes turned up the volume of the music from the speaker. You’ve only known their friends for two weeks, and they were so welcoming and nice to you. Now, they have helped throw you a surprise party? 

“Was this your idea?” You whispered to Sara.

“Happy Birthday.” She smiled at you.

How the hell did you deserve these kinds of people in your life? You were nothing but thankful for all of them. You went around the room and thanked each of your newly found friends and said hi to them. It was another fantastic surprise that Sara had made for you. You looked over your shoulder and watched her giggle over something Wes had told her before they danced together with the music, making you chuckle softly and grab yourself a drink. You spent the night, mingling and talking with your new friends, getting to know them a lot better. 

Though, later that night, when you entered the kitchen to get some more food, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander around the room. You scanned every person in the room. Something was missing. Not something.

Someone.

You took a sip of your beer and ate a piece of baby carrot, your eyes planted at the front door for a few minutes when Sara suddenly interrupted your thoughts.

“He couldn’t make it tonight.” Sara said as if she was reading your mind.

You weren’t surprised. Sara could basically read your mind in an instant anyway. Both of you were able to do that with each other, honestly.

“Who?” You asked casually, hoping that she was actually talking about someone else.

Sara rolled her eyes, brushing your hair softly on your back. It was a way for her to comfort you. But you didn’t need comforting, didn't you?

Maybe.

“You don’t have to pretend.” Sara stated.

“I’m not.” You shrugged, throwing away the empty bottle of beer that you were holding. “I told you he hates me. That’s not a surprise.”

All you did was watch Sara and Wes exchange looks before smirking at you. 

“Trust me, he doesn’t hate you.” Wes joined in the conversation, handing you another bottle of beer. “He’s just been busy.”

“Sure.” You murmured under your breath and tried to change the subject. 

Busy avoiding you.

You couldn’t let your thoughts control you tonight, so you put it at the back of your mind for the rest of the night and swallowed down the guilt you were feeling. Suddenly, you heard everyone sing happy birthday with Sara carrying a cake and walking towards you. You giggled softly, feeling a bit embarrassed and awkward, not really knowing how to react to all of this. After they finished singing, they all cheered and laughter filled the apartment. 

“Make a wish!” Voices echoed through the room.

You closed your eyes and pretended again to make a wish. This was the second time that you were asked to make a wish since Wes and Sara had surprised you this morning too with another cake. What did you want to wish for though? It already looks like you have received everything. Even the ones you didn’t mean to wish for. You bit your lower lip, scanning your eyes around the room before blowing the candle and everyone cheered loudly again. 

“Thank you guys so much for tonight. You all are so sweet.” You announced, cheeks as red as a tomato. 

You weren’t that used to having so much attention, especially from new people you just met. It had been a great party and honestly, you really did enjoy it. You had a few drinks, bought a new outfit and met some new people these last two weeks. You couldn’t ask for anything else for your birthday. It was all perfect.

“I can’t believe you bought two cakes.” You told Wes and Sara that night after the party.

Sara was helping dry off the plates that Wes was washing, and you were putting them away in the cupboard. Everyone had left already, and it was getting a bit late. You and Sara had offered to stay and help clean up. It was the least you could do to thank them for making this night wonderful.

“Well, now you have extra cake to eat tonight.” Wes addressed. 

“Yeah, who knows. You might get hungry tonight.” Sara added as she handed you the last dish to put away on the cupboard. 

“Well, you two are really sweet and I don’t know how many times I could say thank you for tonight. Seriously, it was all wonderful.”

Wes dried his hands off from the towel before wrapping an arm around Sara’s shoulders, pulling her close to him. 

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you had fun.” He smiled, planting a soft kiss on Sara’s hair. 

“You ready to go?” You asked Sara, grabbing your coat from the back of the chair. 

It might have been a great birthday and a great night, but you were tired and the new shoes that you bought earlier with the dress were killing your feet. Your social battery had run out and all you wanted to do was get out of the dress, wipe off the makeup on your face and wear comfy clothes. Thinking about your hotel bed right now sounded so heavenly.

As you grabbed your things in the living room, you watched Sara and Wes whispering to each other back at the kitchen before watching Wes laugh and leaned in to kiss her. 

They were so cute. So perfect.

As soon as Sara was ready, you thanked Wes one more time before leaving with Sara. The way home was mostly silent. You both were tired and had a long day. You had found yourself dozing off on Sara’s shoulder in the tube, and she had to wake you up when you arrived at your stop. You were glad the walk back to the hotel was only a few blocks away because you swore your feet were about to fall off from your heels.

“Thank you again.” You told Sara by the time you arrived at the hotel. “Just come knock on my door if you want to have a late night snack.”

Sara laughed softly. “I think I’m going to crash, honestly. Just save the cake. You might need it later.”

You gave her a tight hug and bid her goodnight before heading inside your room. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as soon as you kicked off your heels. You flopped yourself on the sofa and reached for the remote to turn on the TV. You let the noise of the TV play in the background as you closed your eyes and relaxed for a moment. You knew you needed to get up and change, but you were too tired to move. Too tired to do anything. It was until you heard a soft knock on your door a few moments later. You smiled, knowing that Sara probably changed her mind and came by to have a little piece of cake. You let out a soft grunt as you pulled yourself up from the couch and walked towards the door. 

Turning the knob, you opened the door and stood frozen when you saw that it wasn’t Sara. 

Joe.

He was the last person you were expecting to see tonight. In fact, you have accepted the fact that maybe he wasn’t going to show up anymore for the rest of the month until you have left London because of what you had said. He had that small gift box wrapped messily in his hands, his curls disarray, and a small smile on his face. 

“Hey.” His voice was almost a whisper.

“J…Joe.” You cleared your throat when you heard your voice croak.

Oh god, that guilt was back. 

That guilt you have swallowed down all night had come back up, and you felt like you were going to vomit. Seeing Joe in front of you made your stomach turn. Say something. Anything.

“Um… Sara’s room is the other door.” You made a stupid excuse, hoping he wasn’t actually here for you because why would he be?

You told him to leave you alone, remember?

“Actually, I came here for you.” He replied.

Oh, fuck. 

“I was hoping to just drop this off for you.” Joe handed you the small gift box that he had been holding.

Your eyes shifted at the gift and stared at it for a moment. He came by late at night to drop off a present for you? 

Why? 

As you took the present from him, you felt his fingers accidentally brushed yours, and you swore you felt something inside of you. You didn’t know how to explain it, but it was something, and it was scaring you. Maybe it was the guilty feeling that had been softly killing you, but you didn’t know. You just couldn’t explain it. 

“Thank you.” You murmured, giving him a small smile.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your party tonight. I had some interviews and a podcast to do.” Joe softly scratched the back of his head. 

“That’s okay. I understand.” 

Silence.

There was that awkward silence between you two again. Maybe it was the time for you to actually talk to him about that night. But why did he have to show up tonight? When you were tired and probably won’t be able to find the right words to say. Joe’s expression was neutral. You couldn’t tell if what you said affected him, or he actually just didn’t care at all. 

“Anyway,” Joe interrupted your little overthinking. “I should go. Happy Birthday.”

You froze in your place as he started walking away from you. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t get a word out, and you have to. You have to get those words out or else it was going to keep killing you on the inside. You have to move. You have to talk.

Dammit, say something. Do something!

“Have you eaten?” You called out, making him stop in his tracks halfway and turn back to you. Joe raised his brow at you, wondering why you asked. “Um… well… I have cake.”

You have cake? You’re so stupid.

“If you want a piece…” You continued as you watched him walk back towards you. “Because you know, you missed the party so…”

Shut up. Just shut up right now.

Joe shrugged casually and nodded his head. “Sure.” 

You moved aside and opened the door wider for him to enter. You took a deep breath and closed the door behind you as he looked around your small hotel room, both his hands buried in his front pockets. You made your way to the small table in the corner of the room and took two paper plates and a plastic knife and a fork, cutting him up a piece from the cake that Sara and Wes had brought earlier. 

“Sorry, I only have plastic utensils.” You said, handing him the plate.

“It’s alright.” He sat on the chair as you handed him a bottle of water before joining him. 

You sat across the table from him and tried to think of how to start the conversation that you have been wanting to talk about for a week now. 

“So, how was the party?” Joe asked before you could say anything.

“Good. It was really fun. Too bad you missed it.” You grinned. “Your friends… they’re all so great. So welcoming, kind and funny.”

“Yeah?” 

For the first time ever, you saw him gave you a genuine smile. Not a forced fake one but an actual smile.

“They are fun.” He continued. “Especially when those idiots are drunk.”

A small actual joke too? You must be dreaming or this was your birthday present from the universe? Joe being nice to you. Joe smiling. Joe slowly opening up to you. 

“Yeah, I could tell.” You giggled. “They get rowdy as the night goes on.”

Where the fuck did that came from? Why were you giggling like an idiot? Joe also let out a real laugh from your little comment, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was happening right now. Maybe he had a drink before he came here. Maybe you were the drunk one. It didn’t matter though because you still had to talk to him. You still feel guilty over what you said. 

Once silence had washed over the walls of your room again, you purse your lips and tried to find the right words to start the conversation. You could feel Joe’s eyes on you and that didn’t help you at all.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

Both of you apologized at the same time. Your eyes caught his chocolate brown ones before a small chuckle escaped his lips, and you couldn’t help but smile about it. 

“Ladies, first.” He declared. 

“I…” You cleared your throat. “I’m sorry for what I said that night. I was angry, and I was a bit drunk–”

“That’s okay.” He interrupted, a small reassuring smile creeping up on his face. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have crossed boundaries or say stupid shit to you all the time. I know you could handle yourself and I was just trying–”

“That’s okay.” You gave him the same answer. “Actually, I was kind of glad you were there.”

“Yeah?” Joe bit his lower lip and looked down at his cake for a moment, his fork playing with the frosting. “You just looked uncomfortable with the guy…”

“I was.” You answered. “So, thank you. Thank you because you came.”

Joe gazed back up at you. Both of your eyes never left each other as you gave each other a genuine smile. For the first time in four years, it felt like something had shifted between you two. It was like the tension had lifted up a little bit, and you hoped that maybe it would continue. You hoped that you were actually going to see the man Sara had described to you for years now. When you both finished your slice of cake, Joe had grabbed his coat and slowly made his way towards the door.

“Thanks for the cake.” He said. “It’s getting late, and I should let you rest.”

You nodded your head, playing with your fingers softly. “Thanks for the gift. Stay safe going home.”

Joe nodded, didn’t say anything else and made his way out the door. “Happy Birthday again.” 

You watched him walk down the hall and then stopped. 

“Oh,” He called out, turning his body slightly to face you. “I don’t hate you.”

“I’m sorry?” You furrowed your brows.

“You said that night that I hate you.” He explained. “I don’t.”

“Oh.” That was all you could say.

“Never have. Never did.” He added before giving you a smile and continued to walk down the hall until he disappeared around the corner. 

You closed the door behind you, leaning against it as you let out a deep sigh, grinning from ear to ear. So, Joe didn’t hate you. Joe never did. So, how come he was so distant? What was up with all the mean jokes? Your eyes caught the small gift box that he had given you that was sitting on the table. You picked it up and smirked at the way it was wrapped. Ripping it open, you found a small silver box in your hand. You opened the box and saw the exact replica of the raggedy old doll that you held back at the Christmas market in Germany. Only this was an ornament. A small letter was hidden behind it. 

I know you thought I insulted you with this doll, but I didn’t. 

I thought it was more adorable than the others. Less creepier. 

Even though it looks like it needs a little fix.

She’s just like you. She’s different from everyone else.

Happy Birthday. 

Joe

You picked up the doll and stared at it for a moment. Come to think of it, he was right. It was the less creepier doll from the rest of the dolls you both saw that night. You smiled to yourself as you set the doll back in the box. As you freshen up that night and changed into more comfier clothes, you slid yourself under the thick comforters and stared at the ceiling. It was past midnight, and your mind had been nothing but loud ever since Joe left your hotel room. 

“Just save the cake. You might need it later.” Sara’s voice echoed through your mind and suddenly, you wondered if she knew something about Joe stopping by your room tonight. 

“Well, now you have extra cake to eat tonight.” Suddenly, Wes’ voice also echoed through your mind and something clicked. 

Did they know something? Did they know he was coming? You saw them whispered to each other earlier in the kitchen, and you thought maybe it was just them having their little moments. Now, you started to think maybe it wasn’t. Oh, god. You were overthinking all of this again. 

Joe’s voice suddenly echoed through your mind. 

“I don’t hate you. Never have. Never did.”

So, Joe didn’t hate you. At least now that was all cleared up. As your eyes fluttered close, you thought to yourself that you were wrong earlier. 

Now, your birthday was perfect. 

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[little-cereal-draws]

Hc that Polites has a massive squish (platonic crush) on Odysseus

a follow up to this post, this post, and this post. you don't need to read them to understand this post tho

It's difficult to explain because in a lot of ways it feels a lot like a romantic crush but it's not. He spent a few years when they were younger debating if what he was feeling was romantic or not but when he saw how Odysseus and Penelope acted, he knew that wasn't right. He had all the same intensity and the longing that they had but he just wanted to hang out, nothing more. It's a weird thing, to be laying in bed, kicking your feet, and giggling with joy like you've got a crush because you spent all day with your bestie but know that you never want it to go any further than that.

Admittedly, he was jealous when Odysseus was falling in love with Penelope. Who did this girl think she was?? Sure, she was smart, pretty, and talented but what about him? He had known Odysseus almost for their entire lives, did that mean nothing to him? Why would he not want to spend time with Polites in favor of this random girl he didn't even know existed until a few months ago??? It didn't make any sense. He was bitter and angry; he wanted to take it out on Odysseus by acting distant and closed off but he couldn't do it. He thought if he acted like he had other people he'd rather hang out with then Odysseus would realize what he was missing. But every time he came by, it felt so much better to let all the giddy affection that buzzed in his heart out. Polites found he didn't care one way or the other about Penelope when Odysseus was talking to him.

By the time Odysseus and Penelope got married, he had made peace with it. Penelope might be Odysseus' first choice now but that didn't mean that he would stop hanging out with Polites entirely. Seeing Odysseus' blinding smile as he celebrated with his new wife made everything worth it. If Penelope made him happy, Polites could be happy for him too. He finally stumbled home from the festivities feeling warm and content.

When Telemachus was born, it rekindled an aspect of his relationship with Odysseus that had been forgotten lately. His friend was stressed, sleep deprived, and bursting with love for his tiny son. Polites would let him lean on his shoulder while he rambled incoherently about how amazed he was that such a small person could fit so much poop in him. It melted Polites' heart that his friend felt so comfortable with him; that he would press into his side, half asleep, and finally let himself relax. Odysseus had always been very tactile in showing his affection for people, but it had been reserved more for Penelope lately. Polites' heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

They sailed to Troy and the war slowly, very slowly, began. They stopped spending as much time together -Odysseus was needed by the kings- and as the years dragged on, Polites thought he had finally gotten over his feelings. The ones that Odysseus would unknowingly entertain but never understood the full depth of. When he laid in his tent at night and thought of his friend, no strong feelings came. Just two friends who enjoyed each other's company a normal amount. Honestly, he was fine with this. Odysseus wouldn't shut up about how much he missed Penelope even though Polites was right there with him and the unrequited yearning was starting to grow old. No matter how close they were or how much time they spent together, Odysseus would never return the level of feeling that Polites had for him.

After the ambush of Troy, the whole camp spent a night celebrating before they packed up to finally go back home. People were drinking, singing, making sacrifices to the gods, and admiring their new treasures. Everyone was having a good time- except Odysseus. He stumbled into Polites' tent and collapsed to his knees. Polites was by his side in an instant, pulling him into his arms so he wouldn't completely fall. His friend sobbed and sobbed as Polites gently rocked him back and forth. He didn't know where this had come from, not a single man under Odysseus' command had died, but he would spend as long as he needed to comforting his friend. Odysseus eventually cried himself to sleep, still in his armor and still in his arms. As Polites gently laid him down on his mat, his heart gave another kick of longing. It startled him -he thought he was over this- but when Odysseus refused to let go of his hand, even in sleep, he decided that he was more than happy to get pulled back in headfirst.

They start the trip back home. Time was running out until Odysseus is distracted by Penelope again. If Polites ever wanted Odysseus to feel the same way about him, he needed to do something now. But he wasn't sure what to do; he didn't want to do anything besides what they're already doing. Hanging out, talking, teasing each other, etc. He jumped at the chance to explore the island alone with him and to cheer him up. He was still not sure why Odysseus was upset but if he could help him... then maybe that'll be the thing that finally get Odysseus to return his feelings. It's a long shot but he had to try. And if not, then he still got to spend a day with his friend, making him feel better.

The club came from above and Polites didn't see the shadow until it was too late. There was a split second of wind in his hair. Then pain. So much pain. He was sure his ribs were piercing through his lungs. He doesn't remember calling out for Odysseus. He doesn't remember reaching out for him either. He only remembers the look of terror on his friend's face and the tears already pouring down his cheeks.

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[doverstar]

actually I love Tentoo and he is the Doctor and it was the only ending for Rose that worked and it is a huge gift to be able to have the man she loves grow old with her, they were always heading for that, y'all be quiet. I 100% understand the angst but it's okay, they're okay, good ending-

#did you want her to...not end up with the doctor? #she ended up with the doctor. she ended up with the doctor and they get to AGE together #they get to have a real honest relationship the way they both always genuinely wanted #it's hard that the full time lord version has to carry on without her but that is the way that character's story ALWAYS goes #the doctor does not get to keep ANYONE. it would be a different show if he did #meanwhile there is a version of that same face of his - the one that was MADE for love? particularly born out of love for ROSE? the one 1/2 #2/2 that always wanted a FAMILY? and stability? and a normal life? the tenth doctor longed for that specifically because of rose #now he gets to have it AND be part-human so he doesn't have to watch her get old. he gets old WITH HER #and they're canonically growing their own Tardis so you don't even have to be sad that they're not adventuring in time and space as usual #because they ARE. it's the kindest ending for either character. and if the full time lord hadn't left without either of them- #-he would have had to lose them eventually. lose Rose because she's human? hello? painful? but instead he was selfless and left her- #-with a proper happy ending. which she CHOSE to have so you can't be like “he tricked her!” she chose to kiss one of them and it was Tentoo #they are the same man. Rose won in this scenario. #and I GET IT I am with Billie Piper I think it will always feel a little off that she was left with Tentoo and not the full time lord #I understand. it still makes me a little sad. but I know it's a good ending writing-wise. really the ONLY ending. #yes I know about the popular idea of Immortal!Rose or Bad Wolf Rose or whatever and that's cute and all BUT - it's not a GOOD thing #it's not PREFERABLE to be immortal. Rose doesn't want to live forever. she wants to be with the man she LOVES forever. #she doesn't want to not die or adventure for all time. she wants to be there to hold his hand. and when Tentoo is born she gets THAT! #Immortal!Rose is tragic. the Doctor would not wish the burden of immortality on the woman he loves HELLO #anyway #I ship timepetals. that includes Tentoo/Rose. because he is the doctor #so there #I have more thoughts on Tentoo specifically but I digress #maybe if provoked in an Ask or something idk #doctorrose #timepetals #opinion piece #tenrose #tentoo #handy

[mschievousx]

now and then | b.b.

pairing: benedict bridgerton x ofc

summary: loraine silva always knew she was not normal. she loves unusual things. she loves her father's guns, horses, boxing, climbing a tree, falling from a tree, engineering, astronomy... oh, and a man eleven years older.

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epilogue

london air has never suited her. she could not put a name on it, but it was not like home—neither was her dorm, to be honest. hence, she found herself walking the streets one good morning.

she has always wanted to go to that art museum nearby but could not find the time to do so. university sucks, she gathered, but does love her program wholeheartedly. she really should not have been on this field though. engineering and astrophysics, perhaps, but they were harder to reach and unpractical. it is not to say she does not love what she does currently.

entering the place, she could not count how many times she already whispered magnificent in her mind. the structure, the artworks, the architecture—everything.

but, more than that, the girl was in love with art. she could not create her own, for heaven's sake, but she does love it.

so, she made sure to wander around to the fullest. the least she could do was appreciate others' works. of course, there were paintings she did not feel much—good thing she was alone though or else the girl has already yapped about it. she continued to go in deeper in the exhibit, admiring the genius of multiple artists. some were even hundreds of years ago.

she always found it unfair how we could preserve objects for hundreds of years but find it awfully hard to reach a hundred years ourselves. the things that are made outlive the creator. it was utterly unfair, but she thought.

perhaps, art was not meant for the present but for the future. it was made, not for the current eyes but for someone in the years to come.

in that sense, art is a form of communication through time. a kind of time travel, per se.

it was quite similar to schrödinger's cat. you could be present and absent at the same time. and that's exactly what she thought before her eyes landed on a huge painting.

she read its label, which was quite brief compared to the others, only containing the name, the artist, the medium, and the year created.

the execution of lady loraine silva

benedict bridgerton, 1815

"such a sad painting." she muttered unknowingly out loud. the girl was taken by it, intimately observing the details of the artwork.

"with a sad story too."

a voice added beside her. she turned to the man with friendly eyes as they both stand in front of the painting, admiring it. she pouted at that, the exhibit only placed the name of the works and no description at all.

maybe, it was a well-known art that does not even need to be explained as it speaks for itself, which she had to agree it did speak for itself. she was almost embarrassed that her being uncultured is showing.

"i am afraid i do not know the story well."

the man turned to her with intrigue—not that his interest was not already piqued before he even stood beside her. his eyes shined at that. he loved nothing more than to talk about the things he is well-knowledgeable.

"lady loraine silva is an eighteen-year old who was executed along with her father's second-in-command, colonel montague, for high treason."

she looked at him as she listened, lips parting in surprise, "oh, wow. i'd have to agree with you then. that's a really sad story—at a very young age too!"

he nodded with closed eyes as he continued, "benedict bridgerton, the artist, is said to be her lover. he finished the painting just weeks after the execution happened."

"damn," she whispered, letting her sight fall on the artwork again, "so much grief on a single painting."

"this letter is written by him." he stepped forward, gesturing to the letter incased in a glass near the painting before turning to her.

she followed his lead, walking near to read the two hundred years old paper.

give me your permission and i will continue to love you in another. believe that i will run amock across the universe until i find you.

and so, when you see the world ending in the newspapers, trust that it is my work because i still have not met you again.

she pursed her lips after reading, the man beside her actively watching her reaction. it was immensely sorrowful that she could feel the torment they must have been at that time.

she did not want to lose hope though. that was not her. so, she raised her eyes at him with a shine.

"the world is not ending. perhaps, he found her already."

his eyes widened just quite a bit, lips parting by her exceptional thought before a warm smile settled on his features, "perhaps."

she grinned widely—it was almost childish.

she let her gaze fall back on the paintaing across them both, a comfortable silence between them. it was amazing, really. people are so much in tune with their emotions.

"luke thompson."

the man beside her spoke once again. he introduced charmingly, putting a hand forward.

"francine silva."

she did not think twice in grasping it—and as she did, she could almost recognise him. she could almost tell he was somebody that she used to know.

"a relative?" his brows raised in surprise followed by a chuckle as he gestured to the painting, "you cannot possibly be a descendant because... well."

francine laughed genuinely, the sorrow of the art in front of them completely forgotten, "you'd be surprised at the amount of people in the world who have that surname."

she continued, gesturing to the exhibit around them, "do you work here? you know an awful lot about the artworks."

"you'd be surprised at the amount of people who work here and don't know a thing about these all." his familiar lopsided grin showed.

he was effortlessly funny as the girl jokingly narrowed her eyes to the workers who had their backs on the two.

he chuckled as he clarified, "i am an actor."

"really? that's amazing!" her mouth was agape at that, shrugging off her earlier thoughts.

ah, maybe that's why he looked familiar earlier.

the silva pouted right after, "i apologise i do not recognise you. i don't watch much telly nowadays."

luke shook his head dismissively as if saying it was not a problem at all, "you don't have to apologise. i am in theater and plays more anyway."

she gushed at the mention, "oh, i love plays!"

he beamed at her excitement, placing his fingers below his chin as if in deep thinking, "let me guess what you do. i am quite good at this."

she laughed at him acting serious with the game he started himself as he leaned to her for closer observation, "something related with arts?"

she blew a sigh, seemingly sulking, "i still can't even paint."

he stepped back at that, crossing his arms with a teasing judging look, "well, why are you here then?"

"can't i be an enjoyer of it even if i can't do it myself?" she rolled her eyes at his accusing tone before she continued, pulling a face, "i am on a break. if i look at cells, muscles, and neurons from my textbook for another second, i will die."

"ah, medical school then." he stated with confidence as the girl nodded begrudgingly.

"well, since you're on a break," luke began with a genuine smile as he playfully blocked her view of the artwork in front, offering his hand, "francine silva, what do you say for a quick tea?"

she beamed at him, her eyes shining like how the stars did one strange night during the regency period. she placed her own hand at the care of his.

"i thought you'd never ask."

they both knew they had to exit the museum together. they did not understand it, of course, but they may have felt it.

they may have recognised each other by touch alone. now and then.

perhaps, he was indeed somebody she used to know.

curious—how many people must have been listening to music they made in their previous lives, read books they do not remember writing.

how many people must have stared at their own art in museums with no recollection of the pain they had to go through to create that.

luckily, they stumbled upon each other today, just like they had three times before.

once in eighteen-fifteen.

once in eighteen-ninety-four.

once in nineteen-fourty-five.

perhaps, their love would be a little less painful this time.

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[makotonaegiunderstander]

something I’ve been thinking abt is how many people think Makoto is immune to despair. I don’t think he is. I think becoming the ultimate Hope was BECAUSE he felt despair. He wouldn’t have fully reached that point without Junko. Makoto becoming such a beacon was his last attempt to avoid completely falling and it wasn’t because he didn’t feel despair, it was because he was too damn stubborn to allow everything to go to waste and he refused to sacrifice his beliefs for someone else’s. His inner monologue tells me he DID experience the same new low the other suvivors did in the final trial, but at the point where he had the choice to give up and die, he looked at the others and he looked at Junko and he couldn’t allow it to happen, not out of self preservation, but because the idea that Junko would have control over their lives made him FURIOUS. and that utter refusal to die kicked in, wether luck or otherwise, and he made the concious effort for one last push while something in him was breaking. He had to be broken in order for the Ultimate Hope to come through so aggressively, bc it could only exist in the face of the Ultimate Despair. He snapped the same way she did, but in the other direction. In what could have been his final moments he chose to embody everything Junko wasn’t, and every single optimistic and luck fueled ideal in him suddenly charged forward and pushed him. It was a combination of the final straw and a choice. Makoto isn’t immune to feeling despair, he’s just too stubborn to fall into it of his own volition. I think that’s why I like that scene in DR3 so much. People were SO SHOCKED Makoto actually fell for the tape, that he actually became despair for a moment. I saw people getting mad or disappointed, saying it was pathetic and Makoto seemed to fall from some sort of pedestal for them. Honestly part of me wonders if that sort of mentality, which clearly people had in universe, affected Makoto a bit. Like he started to see himself as less of a person, subconsciously. Prompting him to take more risks, less self preservation, act way more bold. It seems he has to be reminded a lot not to put himself in danger by his friends, to not do something too reckless. All over the place I would see in regards to that scene either this frivolous ‘oh this was just angst drama with no meaning behind it’ or ‘he can do better than that. he’s so weak’ or ‘come on, there’s no way he’d fall into despair, he’s the Ultimate Hope!’ This kind of mentality, which was kind of ironic considering Ryota was there the entire time saying the same thing and treating Makoto the same way. Like Makoto was superhuman. Like Makoto didn’t feel despair the same way ‘normal people’ did. In a way that was also how Munakata saw Makoto. Makoto stopped being a PERSON to the world when he became Ultimate Hope, he became a concept, a belief system, much the same way Junko ascended beyond herself. But the difference is that treating Makoto that way is the opposite of the reason Makoto became such a representative for hope. He wasn’t doing something no one else could. He was doing something everyone had the chance to, he just… was a little more optimistic, a little more stubborn, a little more ‘gung-ho’ about things. He just took the lead where no one else did, where no one else knew they even COULD in the face of Junko’s unstoppable force. She had overcome the biggest threats and obstacles in the world, what could one person do? And the answer Makoto found was, anything. Everything. It doesn’t all rest on Makoto, he’s just the one that was inspired to try to do what seemed like the impossible. But as evidenced by the change in his friends after that trial, it’s clearly not something only Makoto is capable of. The others pulled out of despair thanks to Makoto, but it was their choice to do so.

“But… this world is so huge, and we’re so small. What can we do…? No, we can probably do anything. Yeah! We can do anything!”

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[vulturevanity]

normal thing to say about your dear friend who you think is really cute and charming and hard-working and basically the perfect wife material

#hamefura #my next life as a villainess #otome game no hametsu flag #aaand rewatch done! now my honest thoughts #good start. the middle is kinda boring. ep 8 doesn't exist don't worry about it #this anime draws me in in the same way that Futari Wa does #in that it has a fascinating main cast and a very vague skeleton of a worldbuilding that leaves me wanting to overthink it #unstructured thoughts incoming: #Geordo's still a creep and no matter how much the story wants me to like him I just can't #Keith's siscon is very Yikes! and that's so bad because I love his and Katarina's relationship as siblings #Katarina lowkey thinks Sophia is a freak but never kinkshames her and that's so bestiecore of her. they're soulmates your honor #Mary is SUCH A LESBIAN holy shit. I did not remember how much lesbian she is #I'm lowkey annoyed that the show frames her attraction to Katarina as “haha funny isn't she weird?!” #like in the sleepover episode she was describing the things she'd like to do with her beloved and she's being like. normal about it #but the soundtrack does a silly and I'm like. wow this anime does not like her huh #I swear Geordo and Keith are even weirder about Katarina than she is but the anime always gives them slack about it #unless they're having their homoerotic squabbles. which is to say the anime does Not Like The Queer Coding of the story #I'm sure there are worse examples of weeb homophobia but there are a couple moments I saw in the manga but not here! #anyway where was I. Oh right. Ascart Sibs Autusm 👍🏼 #Nicol doesn't have much presence in the story due to his quiet nature which is so sad because his inner world is intriguing #he's such a good friend. loyal and caring. I wish we got more of him in this season #and finally: Maria. God. what is there to say about her that I haven't already #the girl came in with a 7 year disadvantage on her rivals and yet Katarina is all over her! #rewatching season 1 is so weird because I could swear she had more presence than she really does because holy shit #Katarina loves her! so much! wtf #maybe I'm remembering season 2? #anyway these are my thoughts on doomflags season 1 #2nd watch edition #oh I almost forgot #romance in chiaroscuro