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[mxbadluckpod]

WE ARE CASTING!! WE STILL HAVE ONE CHARACTER LEFT TO CAST SO WE'VE TAKEN TO OPENING THIS MINI CASTING CALL!!

DEADLINE: END OF MAY

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[tropinano]

List of As Many Fiction Podcasts As I Could Think Of

NOT ORGANIZED! This is a big list of fiction podcasts with no descriptions, meant for the sole purpose of picking one based on the title and just trying it out. Just a big ol' list of titles. Kindof like a blind date! Explore a couple of the ones that intrigue you and come back later for more.

The Hotel

The Night Post

I am in Eskew

Whisperling

Residents of Proserpina Park

The Daedalus Compound

EOS10

The Magnus Archives

Francis Forever

SMILE GROVE

Janus Descending

The Godfrey Audio Guide

Old Gods of Appalachia

Camp Here & There

The Way We Haunt Now

Jack of All Trades

SUPERSUITS

Illuminati Interns

Death by Dying

Life with Leo(h)

Hello from the Hallowoods

Malevolent

The 12:37

Spirit Box Radio

Lost Terminal

Desperado

Neighbourly

The Switchboard

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity and Mortality

Aurora Everlasting

The Swashbuckling Ladies Debate Society

CARAVAN

The Amelia Project

Jar of Rebuke

Monstrous Agonies

Where the Stars Fell

Kisses In The Dark

The Town Whispers

Uncommon Commons

The Author's Anathema

Elevator Pitch

Brimstone Valley Mall

Kane & Feels

Middle:Below

The McIlwraith Statements

Caledonian Gothic

I have seen Niagara

Petrified

In Darkness Vast

The Outside Tapes

Seren

Gather the Suspects

This Foul Earth

John from Home

Glasgow Ghost Stories

The Tower

The Antique Shop

either

Tales from Aletheian Society

The Secret of St Kilda

The Green Horizon

Road X

THE NOWHERE MALL

Seven of Hearts

The Department of Variance of Somewhere, Ohio

SubverCity Transmit

The Nuclear Solution

Inkwyrm

Jim Robbie and the Wanderers

Burst

With Caulk and Candles

This Planet Needs a Name

The Glass Appeal

Mar's Best Brisket

Nym's Nebulous Notions

Midnight Radio

The Bright Sessions

When Angels Visit Armadillo

The Mysterious Secrets of Uncle Bertie's Botanarium

Nowhere, On Air

Dark Ages

Welcome to Night Vale

The Silt Verses

Care & Feeding of Werewolves

The Bridge

The Far Meridian

ars PARADOXICA

Among the Stars and Bones

Counterbalance

Primordial Deep

Hannahpocalypse

Someone dies in this Elevator

Mabel

Seen and Not Heard

Abyss FM

Bodies in Space

Among the Stacks

Station Arcadia

Station Blue

Mnemosyne

Wolf 359

Tranthologies

Mx Bad Luck

SAYER

Limetown

What will be here?

Wake of Corrosion

The Pasithea Powder

SINKHOLE

Tell No Tales

The Vesta Clinic

Dreamboy

Georgie Romero is Done For

The Domestic Life of Anthony Todd

Alice isn't Dead

Stellar Firma

Unwell

The Strange Case of Starship Iris

The Heart of Ether

The Orbiting Human Circus

Wooden Overcoats

Greater Boston

Valence

Moonbase Theta Out

The Penumbra Podcast

Desert Skies

Deviser

Leaving Corvat

Red Valley

Back Again Back Again

Sidequesting

#camp here & there #chnt #tma #wtnv #ch&t #welcome to night vale #indie podcast #podcast reccomendation #the penumbra podcast #the hotel #the night post #hello from the hallowoods #old gods of appalachia #i am in eskew #podcasts #audio fiction

[lu-vin-it]

Luck | 2

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Part 1

Summary: Life with Coryo in the districts is hard.

Pairings: Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Pronouns used: Gn! Use of “Mx.” and “Mxs.”

Word Count: 4,448

Warnings: Death, depression, use of morphling (but only as a pain medication.)

A/N: Okay so pt 2 is here! I am willing to do a part 3, but I wanted to leave that up to you guys cause if I do a part three then there will be a major falling out between Tigris and R, and if you’re anything like @lunatiqez and I, you are probably dreading it. Up to u guys!!

Also thank you to @/lunatiquez and @lemkay-luminary for proofreading! Ilysm!

“Coryo?” You ask as line breaks up. 

“Hm, yes?” You let out a relieved sigh. You hate when you lose connection, because Coryo only gets one call a week, and once it ends, it ends.

“Sorry, you cut out, what were you saying?” 

“It’s fine, I said I miss home.” He pauses with a small sigh. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Coryo. It’s not the same without you.” 

“Sejanus says hello, by the way.” 

You roll your eyes. “Tell him I said hi.” 

Coryo’s laughter fills the line. “I’ll make sure to say it with more enthusiasm.” 

“I’m sorry! I just don’t care for him. Though, I imagine he’s better than the District 12 idiots you have to slum with.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Tigris says she misses you.”

“I miss her too.” 

You hum. “Tessa’s been learning how to play the violin. She’s finally given up on the guitar. Thank goodness for that, too. Ever since Lucy Gray’s interview she’s been non stop playing it, and it’s like nails on a chalkboard. The violin, on the other hand, is gorgeous.” 

“That reminds me, I’ve been going to this bar called The Hob with the other Peacekeepers, and as it turns out, Lucy Gray sings there.” You always knew it was a possibility he’d run into her again, but you hoped it wouldn’t be this soon. 

“Really?” 

“Mhm. She asked about you, and she seemed almost upset when I told her we were together.” 

You smile and bite your lip. “You told her we were together?”

“I tell everyone we’re together.” Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Wouldn’t want anyone coming for what’s yours, right?” 

You smile, though you have to swallow a lump that forms in your throat. “Yeah.”

You cherish every single phone call you have with Coryo. He’s been gone for a month and a half now, and you miss him dearly. The weekly calls you were able to secure were great, but it’s not the same as seeing him every day. 

You’ve found other ways to fill the void though. You still ate most meals with Tigris and The Grandma’am, but you also started to hang out with your sister more. You brought her shopping with you a few times, and she started playing songs for you as soon as she learned them. 

“Listen, there’s something I need to tell you.” 

You sit up straighter. “What is it?” 

“I think Sejanus is getting into some bad stuff..” You bite back the urge to say ‘Of course he is.’ “He’s been hanging around this guy named Billy Taupe. Whenever I ask about it he changes the subject.” 

“Well considering the arena...” You reply, coolly. 

“My thoughts exactly. What do you think I should do?” 

“Report him.” 

“I don’t have any proof, and I can’t go tell Commander Hoff, because he will tell Sejanus’s parents.”

You curse. “Yeah.. Yeah you’re right. I don’t imagine you have anything to record him with, do you?” 

“No, I don’t think so.” He sighs. “If he gets caught he’ll drag me down with him.” 

“Then make sure he doesn’t get caught.” You can hear a faint buzz from the other side of the line, and you frown knowing it means he has to go. 

“It’s time.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to you next week. Goodnight, Coryo. Miss you.”

“Goodnight, I miss you too, Y/N.” The line goes dead and you put the phone on the receiver. The minutes following your phone calls with Coryo are always the loneliest. You hunch over with your hands over your face and sigh. 

You thought everything was perfect when Lucy Gray won The Hunger Games. Now you weren’t sure if anything would go to plan. 

“Y/N?” You glance at your bedroom door to find Tigris looking at you confused. 

“Hey. I forgot you were coming, ‘m sorry.” You rub your face. 

“I always come over on Fridays.” 

“Yeah, I know. I’m really not sure how I forgot.” You're occupied, that’s how. Occupied with the reality that maybe your life isn’t so perfect. 

“Did you just get off of the phone with Coryo?” 

“How’d you guess?” You glance at Tigris, her features haven’t changed much since the dark days. Back then, you dreamed big. You dreamed of a future where you and Tigris had your own fashion line, that you ate however much you wanted, of whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted; and that you were married to Coryo. It was actually Tigris’ idea originally, because she wanted you to be her cousin too. It took about two years after she initially suggested it for it to grow on you, but once it did, you never changed the plan. 

She sits down beside you. “You have that look on your face.” 

“Remember when we used to talk about the future together? How we’d have our own fashion line? Or how I was going to marry Coryo so we could be cousins finally?” 

Tigris laughs. “Yeah, that was forever ago.” 

“Yeah. It was.” 

Your best friend places a hand on your back. “There’s still time.” 

“Twenty years.” You lean into her. “Things are so different.” 

A few days later, on Monday,  you sit in the same spot, with the same red phone in your hand, and dial the same number. 

“Hello?” 

Hearing his voice never fails to put a smile on your face. “Hey Coryo. How’s everything going?” 

“Good actually. I took the Officer’s test yesterday.” 

“Really? That’s amazing, Coryo!” You breathe a laugh. “What happens if you pass it?” 

“If I pass I can start climbing the ranks, if I ever become a commander we could see each other again. Commander Hoff goes to the Capitol for meetings all the time.” 

“Seriously? You might actually get to come here?” Your voice is shakey. 

He laughs a little. “A little less enthusiasm, please.” 

“I’m sorry! I just.. I was coming to terms with the fact that we won’t be able to see each other in twenty years—“ 

“Do you not want to see me?” He interupts.

“Of course I do! Coryo, I’m over the moon.” You laugh. “This is amazing.” 

“I know. Tell Tigris for me?”

“Of course. She’s going to be so happy!” 

He chuckles. “I know. Also.. I got a recording of Sejanus.” 

“How? On what?” 

“Jabber jay. A messed up mutant that Dr. Gaul made. We were caging them when he started telling me about his plans.. so I recorded him, and I sent the bird off with the rest of them.” 

“Where are they being sent?” 

“Back to their creator.” 

“To Dr. Gaul.” 

“Will you tell her to expect something from me?” 

You smile. He trusts you. “Yeah. When’s our next call? I’ll make sure to do it before.” 

“No, I need you to do it now. The Jabber jays will be there tomorrow.”

You widen your eyes. “Okay.. yeah, I can do that.” You glance at the clock on your bedside table, if you’re going across town to speak to Dr. Gaul, you have to do it now. “I have to go now if I’m going to make it.” 

“Oh of course, thank you, N/N.” 

“Always. Miss you.” 

“Miss you too.” You hang up your phone and rush out of your room. 

As you put on your shoes at the front door, Tessa calls out for you. She sits in front of the coffee table beside your Mother in the sitting room.

“Where are you going in such a rush?” 

“I have to speak with Dr. Gaul.” 

Your Mother furrows her brows. “It’s so late. Can’t this wait till the morning?”

You shake your head. “It’ll be too late, it’s about Coryo.” 

Your Mom sighs. She’s known for a long time not to get in between you and the Snow’s, it never ends well. You’re hit with the memory of being fifteen and told that you couldn’t sleep over at their penthouse because your Father was having coworkers over for a big dinner, and in retaliation, pouring out every spice in the kitchen so that all of the food tasted awful. “Okay. I love you.” 

You open the door. “Love you too.”

“Be safe.” You nod and walk out. 

Your driver is waiting for you with your car at the bottom of the stairs. You spend half a second wondering if he just waits there for you, but then shake the thought out of your head. Why should you care? He’s being paid. 

“Take me to the Games’ building. I need to speak with Dr. Gaul.” The driver nods, and you give him a curt smile before lifting the privacy screen. You look out your window, taking in the Capitol. Sure, it was beautiful all the time, but at night, it was something else. The golden lights illuminating the streets, the people dressed to the nines, the dark blue sky that was once filled with stars— though not in your lifetime— now just an empty void with the moon in the middle. You feel compelled to smile as you absorb everything. 

The car slows as it comes to the front of the Games’ building. Your driver rushes out to get your door for you. As you step out, you look at the front doors, where Dr. Gaul stood. 

“Well, if it isn’t Mxs. Coriolanus Snow.” She greets.

You walk up to her. “Dr. Gaul, I’m here to bring you a message.” 

“Oh? And what would that message be?” 

“Listen carefully to the Jabber Jays from 12.” 

She looks at you incredulously. “12? I expect this message is coming from Mr. Snow, then?” 

“It does, but it’d be in your best interest to keep that to yourself.” 

She raises her eyebrows. “Was that a threat, Mx. Rose?” 

“No, of course not. Just… a suggestion.” 

Dr. Gaul smirks, crossing her arms. “It’s not safe to be out alone around this time.” She looks around. “Are you alone?” 

“No, I was driven here.” 

“Well, be driven home. We’re done here, Mx. Rose.” The woman looks you over before walking towards the parking lot. You turn around and walk back to your car, where your driver still stood holding your door open.

The next morning, you get up early and head to the Snow residence. Thankfully, it was the apartment connected to your own, so you didn’t go far. You don’t stop to knock, either, just walking in and going straight to Tigris’s room. 

“T?” You call out as you enter her room. 

“In the bathroom!” You go to your best friend’s bathroom, where she is taking her hair out of rollers. 

“Hello! Don’t you look gorgeous this morning.”

The blonde smiles. “Stop it! I don’t even have all my rollers out yet.” 

You reach up and start pulling one out carefully. “Coryo called me yesterday, he took an officer’s test.” 

“Really? Why’s that?”

“Well since he graduated from The Academy, he can get a job as an officer, and maybe eventually even a commander.” You place the roller down on the counter. “And if he becomes a commander, he’ll be able to make trips here.” Tigris’s neck snaps towards you. “He could see us again, T.” 

“You’re lying.” She shakes her head. 

“I’m telling you the truth, he’ll be able to come back.” 

Tigris grins and wraps her arms around you, pulling you in for a big hug. “This is the best news! I’m so happy!” She squeals, causing you to laugh loudly. Not at her, but with her. You’re both over the moon. 

Later, you and Tigris walk through your favorite fabric shop, your driver trailing behind you with your full cart. You pick a few yards of fabric, and you are still browsing. Tigris also picks out a fabric she likes, so you pile in some of that. 

“Do you think we’ll ever actually start our own line?” 

Not a beat passes before Tigris nods. “I have no doubt that we will.” She gives you a smile. “And you will be married to Coryo, and I will be married to some rich man, and we will be next door neighbors just like we are now but in bigger houses—“

“Don’t you mean mansions? Isn’t that how we always said it?” You ask with a smile.

She rolls her eyes. “The point is, our dreams will come true. I mean, you’re already with Coryo, that dreams come true. Why shouldn’t all of our other ones?” 

You nod, not utterly convinced. “It’s just.. me and Coryo get together, and a day later he’s banished from our home for 20 years. That seems like a sign.. right?” You feel crazy admitting that out loud. You’ve never believed in “signs”, just unfortunate fate, but this one is too big to ignore.

“Maybe it’s a sign that you guys can get through anything. Don’t give up on him, N/N, my cousin is stupid, but he loves you, anyone with eyes can tell you that. He’s not going to let anything get in between you, you shouldn’t either.” You bite your lip and nod. “Plus, when he becomes commander he’ll visit us. You just have to hold on a bit longer.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I love him too— you know that— I guess I’ve just been overwhelmed.” 

Tigris places a hand on your arm. “You don’t have to act like that with me. You can talk to me, N/N, you always have.” Her face is full of concern. 

You smile. “I know. I’m fine, I promise.” 

She smiles and nudges you. “Good! Now,” Tigris hooks your arms together. “What colors should our shop be? I’m thinking orange and red, Tigris and Rose, you know?”

 You grin. “That sounds perfect. Our first line could be fire themed, too.” 

Your best friend gasps. “That’s perfect! I can see the silhouettes now.” 

You give her a knowing look and nod. “Once I get out of University, let’s swear to start.” You offer her your pinky, which she wraps with her own in a swift motion. 

“Deal.” 

You and Tigris went to your home after you were done shopping. You sew for a while, and then eat dinner next door with The Grandma’am. 

You wake up the next morning with a sick feeling. Your gut is yelling at you, and you have no clue why. You lay in bed for half an hour before you get up to find your Mother, thinking that maybe she could give you morphling for the pain, but the second you leave your room, you’re so anxious to get back you feel like you're on the verge of a panic attack. You continue anyway, counting each step to ground yourself. 

It takes you 56 to finally find your Mom. She’s sitting in the library with a book, a different one from last night.

“Y/N? Honey, are you alright? You’re trembling.” Her voice  fills with worry. She immediately comes to her feet and stalks over to you. 

“Yes— Maybe. I don’t know. I-I woke up really.. scared? I need.. something, I don’t know.” You’re not sure you’ve ever sounded so pathetic. You feel so vulnerable. 

“Of course, come, I’ll give you some morphling.” She grabs your hand, and for the first time in a while, you’re grateful she’s so affectionate. She wraps her other arm around your back, and slowly takes you over to the desk in the middle of the library. Your Mother helps you sit down and then starts rummaging through the messy drawers. “I keep some in here for my headaches.” 

You nod. “You read a lot.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

She laughs. “Yeah.. nearly one book a day.” She pulls out a small vial, definitely smaller than what Dean Casca Highbottom drank from. “Bottoms up. It’ll only take a second to kick in.” You take it and quickly swallow the dark liquid, grimacing at the taste. This makes your Mother laugh again. “Better yet?” She asks after a beat.

At first, you go to say no, but then a warm feeling swarms your body and you can no longer feel the terror or vulnerability. “Yes, actually.” You smile. “Thank you, Mother.” You lean down and kiss her cheek, something that leaves your Mom glowing. 

“You’re very welcome. If you ever need any more and you can’t find any, let me know, I have some vials in my room.” You nod and stand up. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” You give her another smile before walking back to your room. As soon as you walk in, your eyes snap to your phone. The bright red plastic phone that has become your favorite thing since Coryo left, yet as you look at it, your heart starts beating fast. You can’t figure out what’s making it beat so fast, probably due to the morphling. 

You shake your head and walk into your closet, everything is red, black, or white. Your shirts, your pants, your shoes. You run your hand over the hanging clothing. You stop on your favorite shirt, pulling it out, and then grabbing pants that look the best with the white top. After you change, you toss your pajamas into the hamper, and then grab a pair of shoes, before walking into your room. You set the shoes down beside your sewing desk which you sit in front of. You start going through your notebook to find a design to work on. 

Hours pass, and before you know it, it's dark out. You stop sewing when you hear your Dad come home, a clear sign it’s 7:15, since he never comes any earlier or later. You slip on your shoes and stand up to stretch. With a sigh, you gaze at the dress you’re working on. It’s going to be beautiful when it’s done. You plan to give it to Tessa, thinking that the purple on the trim would compliment her skin. You pull it over your mannequin and pin it in place. 

You’re admiring your work in full scale when your phone starts ringing and your stomach drops again. You can tell that this is it. This is the reason you’ve been so anxious. You walk over and pick up the phone. 

“Hello?” You can hear music in the background, and lots of voices. The call is obviously being made from a public place.

“Y/N?” It’s Coryo. 

You smile. “Hey! How’re you calling so early? I thought that you could only call onc—“

“Listen very carefully, okay? I don’t have much time, so I need you to listen. Okay?” His voice trembles. 

You furrow your brows. “Okay.” 

“The rebels Sejanus was helping bought guns with the money he gave them. Last night, I had to shoot two of them.” You gasp. “One of them was the mayor's daughter.” 

“Oh Coryo..”

“And this morning Sejanus was hung for treason.”  You widen your eyes. 

“What?”

“The other rebel hid the guns, but if they find them, I’m dead, Y/N.” Tears pool in your eyes. “So.. I have to go.” His voice breaks. “Lucy Gray and I are leaving at dawn.” 

Something inside of you breaks. Your stomach hurts, you feel nauseous, and tears are falling from your eyes faster than you can stop them. You sit down on your bed. “Coryo.. What do you mean?” He doesn’t answer. “What do you mean?” Nothing. “Coryo?” Your voice breaks. 

“I’m so sorry.” Pain laces his voice. “I want things to be different. I want to be there with you, but Sejanus messed everything up, N/N. I’m sorry.”

“Y-You can’t… What about Tigris? The Grandma’am?” Your lungs feel heavy. 

“You’ll take care of them, I know you will.” 

A sob racks your body. “I-I can’t.. Coryo, please.”

“I love you.” The line clicks and you fall forward onto the ground. Sobs rack your body, one after one, until you can’t take it anymore, and you just scream. He’s gone. Coriolanus Snow, the man you thought you would marry, the man you grew up with, the man you loved more than anything, is gone. 

You don’t know how long it is before your parents run into your room and fall to your sides. You can’t hear them over your heart pounding in your ears. You can’t catch a breath, either. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a servant ushering Tessa away. For a moment, you feel bad she’s witnessed you like this, but then you remember why you’re like this in the first place, and it doesn’t seem so important. You hold onto the phone tighter as you curl into the fetal position. Your Mother lays her body over yours, and your Father runs off. 

You stay like that for a while, you think. Just curled up under your Mother, screaming and hyperventilating. Coryo is your everything, and with one phone call, your world is shattered.  

Your Mother moves and Tigris crouches beside you, helping you to sit. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” 

No. No. You shake your head. The realization that you have to tell everyone is deafening. You stare at Tigris through your tears, the memories of the three of you together crushing you. You clutch your chest with your free hand before bringing your knees up to it. “Coryo..” Is all you can mumble. 

Her face drops. “What about Coryo? Is he okay?”

You nod, not wanting her to worry while you gather the strength to say more. “He’s..” You swallow a lump down. “Leaving.” Suddenly, you can hear a pin drop in the room. Everyone stopped moving, stopped breathing. 

“What?” 

You hold up your phone. “He called.. said he had to go.” 

A tear falls down Tigris’ face. “Did he say why?”

“No.” Is your immediate answer. Maybe it's a little obvious you’re lying, given the speed, but no one presses further. 

“So what.. he’s just going to try his hand at surviving out there?” She brings a hand to her forehead. “He knows nothing about the woods.” 

“Lucy Gray is with him.” Normally you’d be mad she was able to be so close to him, but honestly, you were happy he at least has her, a shot at surviving out there. 

Tigris seems confused. “They’re running away together?” 

Hurt swells in your stomach again. Were they? Was everything Coryo said to you a lie? You break down crying again. You’re disappointed about it, you hate crying, but it was foolish to think you were done mourning the love of your life after one good cry. “It’s not like that.” You shakily explain to her. “He wouldn’t—“ You interrupt yourself with a sob. Tigris wraps her arms around you and pulls you into her. You both lean back against your bed, holding each other, and crying. 

Hours later, Tigris sleeps peacefully beside you, her arm draped across your stomach. You were turned on your side, facing her, and quietly crying. As you look at her, you note all the similarities between her and Coryo. You think about how you will never get to see him grow old, how he will never become the President of Panem, how you will never get married to him.

You fall asleep sometimes around midnight, you dream of a life with Coryo. 

The next day, you stay curled up in your bed as Tigris goes to work. You get out of bed a few times to use the bathroom, but you have all your meals brought to you. Though, you barely eat anything. A few bites but that was it. You went in and out of consciousness, crying for a moment every time you woke back up to reality. You aren’t sure how you can sleep as much as you are right now. It seems impossible. But you do.

You hear your Father come home, and deja vu hits you like a brick. You glance at the clock, 7:23. 8 minutes late. Weird. You close your eyes again, hoping for more sleep, for more dreams of Coryo. But moments after, your bedroom door is opened and shut without a knock. You glance at the door and the breath is knocked out of you. It’s Coryo. 

He rushes over to you and scoops you up in his arms. “I’m so sorry.” 

“I don’t.. Coryo?” You start crying again, thinking that he has to be a hallucination. A sick trick your own mind is playing on you. “You’re not here.” You bury your face in the crook of his neck. It smells sort of like him, though. This is a really, really good trick. 

“I am, I’m here. I’m not leaving you again.” He pulls away from the hug and holds your face in his hands, a gesture so normal it hurts. “I’m here, okay?” 

You surge forward and kiss him, you can’t make up what you feel when you’re kissing him, joy like that can’t be forced, so when you feel it, you know he’s there. You gape at him when you pull away. “But I thought you had to leave?” You ask, forming a small smile, though tears still fell down your cheeks.

“I found the guns and destroyed them. And I passed the officer’s test.” He hesitates. “Yesterday Commander Hoff offered me a spot in district 2, I went back and took it. They sent me here instead and Dr. Gaul met me at the train station. She’s going to tell everyone I was in 12 as part of my internship.”

“Internship?” 

He nods. “Dr. Gaul offered it to me. I start next week.”

Your smile widens. “That’s.. I don't even have words, Coryo.” 

He smirks slightly. “Well, good thing we don’t need words.” He leans down and kisses you again. It's a long, sweet, kiss that you savor. When he pulls away, you’re left wanting more. “I meant what I said when I called you. I love you.” Butterflies erupt in your stomach, the ones only he can cause. 

You grin and wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you too.” You finally take him in, his  appearance has changed slightly. He’s wearing a white t-shirt with gray cargo pants, and his beautiful blonde curls have been buzzed. You bring a hand up to his scalp. “Your curls!” 

“I know, weird, right?” He smiles and brings a hand up to his head too. 

“A little bit, but you look so handsome anyways, I can hardly be sad.” You bring him in for another kiss, your favorite thing to do ever since the first one he gave you. 

For the first time in months, you don’t doubt that everything is okay. 

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[toon-topaz]

It's time for Mx Gamer Rage themself, Voice of the Cheated

Voice of the Cheated has generally very fluffed up and messy feathers, his stress and bad luck aren't great for the plumage. They're a little dressed up, an attempt to look a little more put together than he is, with a neckscarf to hide the scar on their throat that the Princess put there with her surprise-knife.

In Scattered AU, Cheated is an alchemist, who gets increasingly frustrated when their concoctions don't work. And of course, the one thing that did work ended up giving him the slip and escaping into the world after almost slicing him to pieces. (bonus for who can guess what this creation was :3)

#slay the princess #stp voices #stp spoilers #slay the princess au #stp au #voice of the cheated #toontopazart

[caw-oticdork]

Since my previous podcast recommendation list was pretty popular, I've decided to make another, with another bunch of excellent podcasts:

13 Minutes or Less - Short podcast with very short episodes, about a pizza chef who doesn't like dealing to people but has to do some deliveries due to short staffing. Very much not her thing, but she does her best. As it turns out, her clients are quite a bit stranger and spookier than expected...

Additional Postage Required - Sci-Fi adventure about a nonbinary courier who gains the ability (or curse...) to get visions about the contents, past, and sender of packages they touch. They get roped into a rebellion. There's hoverboard racing. It's awesome.

Among the Stars and Bones - A team of xenoarcheologists search a distant world for traces of a long-vanished aliens. It's been a while since I watched this one, so I don't remember it very well, but I know that I enjoyed it. Very good sci-fi horror.

Dark Ages - Fantasy workplace comedy about a supernatural museum. Quite a lot of fun.

Dragon Shanty - Fantasy story about two bards traveling the high seas. There's dragons aplenty. Very queer. Excellent songs.

Falling Forward - Hacker story loosely based on the myth of Icarus and the Labyrinth, about getting back at a terrible corporation. Kinda experimental, this one has the shortest episodes I've ever seen.

Hotel Daydream - Podcast about the goings-on at a supernatural hotel. Very inventive, with really interesting characters.

Jar of Rebuke - Mystery about a researcher at an ominous cryptozoological organization out in the rural US. He's got no memories of his past and keeps dying and coming back. A story about cryptids, identity, queerness, neurodivergence, and community.

Light Hearts - Slice of Life podcast about turning an old, haunted building into a cafe and queer community center. The ghosts lead to some very fun shenanigans.

Lost Terminal - Mentioned in the other list but not expanded on. This is a hopepunk story set on an Earth devestated by climate change. Told from the POV of an adorable AI who watches this Earth from a space station, observing how humanity re-builds itself and finds a brighter future.

Mayfair Watchers Society - You know Trevor Henderson? The guy who drew Sirenhead, Long Horse, and other such creepypasta creatures in his found footage style? Yeah, this is a horror anthology based on his works, directed by him. Set in the rural town of Mayfair, where strange creatures are a lot more common than elsewhere... Each episode has a slightly different framing device, with some being found footage audio, others meeting recordings, phone calls, etc.

Monstrous Agonies - An advice podcast for the british creature community. Many of the advice letters are sent in by listeners - there's two by myself, one from an ant that can hear and send radio and one from a fey who is looking for curse advice. Some letters are metaphors for queerness, clashing cultures, ableism, and minority communities, others just some urban fantasy fun. Has a little bit of plot, but most episodes have an anthology style. Fast approaching the finale!

Mx Bad Luck - Slice of Life about someone who is cursed with bad luck. Sometimes sad, sometimes funny. Can recommend.

Neighbourly - Neighbourly follows the residents of Little Street, house by house. What they do, how they interact with each other, and what skeletons are hiding in their closet. Starts out as a spooky urban fantasy thing that's almost an anthology, but weaves itself into quite a mysterious plot over time...

SINKHOLE - Short-form audio podcast presented as a collection of audio posts from a member of a community of data restoration hobbyists in a sometimes-unfamiliar future. Mystery about disability, internet communities, and how things change with time.

Second Star to the Left - Scout-explorer Gwen Hartley has five years to explore and prepare her planet for settlement. With no aid but her robots and the anxious voice of her long-distance scout-minder Bell Summers in her ear, she's hoping she's ready for anything.

Someone Dies In This Elevator - Anthology where every episode, someone dies in an elevator. You wouldn't believe how creative they get with that simple concept!

Tales from the Low City - By the maker of Mistholme Museum, this podcast explores the everyday lifes of the last people on an alien world, after the surface had become uninhabitable and everyone had fled down into the last city, the subterranean Low City. This one made me cry a lot!

Tartarus - In a secret facility deep beneath Antarctica, an anxious astrobiologist, a terse station manager, and an AI keep humanity safe from the monsters they imprison.

The Attic Monologues - Queer urban fantasy story about a university student who decides to record themself practicing monologues using a collection they found in their attic. Don't forget to listen to the post-credit scenes!

The Bridge - Surreal alternate universe horror story about the keepers of a bridge over the Atlantic. Gets pretty spooky.

The Green Horizon - Sci-Fi comedy about a na'er-do-well Irish space captain and his rag-tag crew traversing a war-torn galaxy in search of fame and fortune. Very fun podcast.

The Lavender Tavern - Anthology podcast with original gay fairytales. Most are quite memorable!

The Vesta Clinic - Sci-Fi story about a clinic that helps various interesting alien lifeforms with their medical issues. Excellent worldbuilding and characters!

Tides - The story of Dr. Winifred Eurus, a xenobiologist trapped on an unfamiliar planet with hostile tidal forces and a fascinating ecosystem. She must use her wits, sarcasm, and intellectual curiosity to survive long enough to be rescued. But there might be more to life on this planet than she expected...

Hope this list is as helpful as the last!

@boombox-fuckboy @marvelousmawn @sapphireclaw @ashes-in-a-jar @frogmomentsfrombeyondtime @time-is-restored @emmy-noethers-rings

You folk seemed the most interested in the other list, so I'm being bold and @ing you all.

#podcast recommendation #podcasts

[dawndelion-winery]

A Love Like Yours

Ft. Arlecchino, Capitano, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone

Bonus: platonic Pulcinella

Arlecchino loves gently, like a steady stream that twists and turns, her ever flowing love for you remains unchanged despite her course

Capitano loves quietly, in the stolen glances in your direction, and the picture of you he carries around in his pocket for luck.

Childe loves unconditionally. Once he's down, he's down bad, and there's little you can do to push him away from you because he will always have your back.

Dottore loves subtly, his love for you like murky waters which you can't see the depth of, easily mistaking it for a puddle, until you step in and find yourself in above your head

Pantalone loves flamboyantly. He adores you and will make it clear to everyone around you, be it spoiling you with his wealth or affection.

Pulcinella's love is nurturing, like a mother hen, he takes you under his wing, always a few steps away in case you misstep and need someone to run back to.

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#genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #arlecchino #capitano #childe #dottore #pantalone #tartaglia #regrator #pulcinella #arlecchino x reader #capitano x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #regrator x reader #pulcinella x reader #genshin arlecchino #genshin capitano #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin dottore #genshin pantalone #genshin regrator #genshin pulcinella #winery specials

[gb-patch]

I have a quick question about the OL2 demo, if that's okay! I gave my MC all the default pronoun options (and Miss, Mr., and Mx.) but the characters all exclusively used she/her and Miss for them, is this because my MC told Tamarack they're sometimes a girl? Or is it random and that was just bad luck? Or is there some other way the game determines which pronoun is used at a given time?

When you first add multiple pronouns, you can choose how often each one appears. And then you can always determine directly what pronouns are used by clicking the 'Info' button on the quick menu, going to Your Details, and then clicking 'update' near the pronoun that's currently in use.

There you can also pick if the pronouns switch from scene to scene, between every line, or to not change until you change it. It's possible it was stuck on she/her because it was on the 'don't change until I change it' setting.

#our life #our life: now & forever #ask #gb patch games #gb patch

[your-old-sins-tournament]

OC NAVAL WARFARE

/ -- Romantic

*-- Unlabelled/Other

+ -- QPR

& -- Familial

Lavender (Lavon + Devion Taillien)

[nuhuh no peeking]

Featherfluff (Virtue Courtenlock/Comet Mhorlborne)

Their relationship is so fucking funny. Virtue is a weird little guy who (pre relationship) thought that he and Comet had an Insane Guy Rivalry and were True Haters. contrary to that, Comet was passionately in love. neither of them knew about how the other one felt. Virtue is anxious little harpy who’s cursed with bad luck and comet is so soft he’s so soft he’s soooo fluffy soft fluffy man soft

#oc ship tournament #oc ships #bracket tournament #oc #lavender #featherfluff #qpr ship #romantic ship #polls

[iamdieterbravo]

Thank you Saw twitter account for the HD picture of mx. bad luck

#saw x spoilers #now im just waiting for the whole credit scene #saw #saw x #mark hoffman

[hecksupremechips]

Ooooh it’s finally ready the Akane Kurashiki playlist is finally here I’m so excited bwahahahaha 😈

I’ve been working on this for a while and it’s my first character playlist so I’m a bit inexperienced and it isn’t too terribly long but it’s still pretty cool in my opinion so please listen to it 🥺

Track list below the cut for ppl who don’t use Spotify

God Sydrome by Madame Macabre and Ashe

Visitation Of The Ghost by The Brobecks

Rule #4- Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage

Zero by Dead Pony

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing by Set It Off

BURN THE WITCH by Pinkshift

Spit by Poppy

Mx. Sinister by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Keep Myself Alive by Get Scared

The Funeral You’ve Been Asking For by Save Face

Autotheist by Baby Bugs

BAD LUCK! by Jhariah

Poor Little Me by Layto

Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) by Will Wood

Villains Of Circumstance by Queens of the Stone Age

Lone Heart Beats True from The Letter. In the Spotify link it has the version by Veralia because that’s the only one on there, but I recommend listening to the Elsie Lovelock version if you’re listening somewhere else because it’s the one from the game and I just like it better lol

T-Shirt by Left at London

Grey by Good Boy Daisy

Enigma by Go! Child

The Goodbye Song by George Salazar and Joe Iconis

Thank you mwah mwah

#zero escape #akane kurashiki #nine hours nine persons nine doors #im gonna do a later rb with my ✨behind the scenes✨ analysis and notes on each song #and why i chose it yeehaw #but yeah. i hope people actually listen to this and like it cuz it was fun 🥺

[mxbadluckpod]

HAPPY TRANS DAY OF VISIBILITY

Here's your preview of our trans characters and their trans voice actors in season 2!! * Micah Oak Dyslexic, Aromantic-Asexual Nonbinary, they/them ~ voiced by Luka Miller (they/he) * Charlie King Straight Transgender Man, he/they ~ voiced by Victor Hua (he/they) * Salem Alice ADD, Bisexual Agender, she/they to they/them/she ~ voiced by Teu M Shin (they/xe) * Violet Lucian Achillean-Asexual Genderfluid, he/she ~ voiced by Kris Allison (any) * Rue Alice Lesbian-Asexual Transgender Woman, she/her ~ voiced by Kiki Ash (she/her)

#lgbt fiction #trans #trans character #trans visibility #trans day of visibility #trans man #agender #nonbinary #genderfluid #trans woman #transmasc #transfem #trans positivity #trans pride #transgender #trans femme #trans joy #mx bad luck #mx bad luck podcast #audio drama #bad luck #fiction podcast #queer podcast #podcast #podcasting #audio fiction #audio book #queer audio drama

[plaguedocboi]

Mx. Doc boi, I just witnessed a connected series of your posts on pintrest. They read as follows

"Seeing a black cat is actually good luck. A frog or toad is also good luck. A leech is great luck

If you ever purposely harm an amphibian you're cursed for life, sorry I don't make the rules. If you accidentally harm an amphibian that's still bad luck but I think the universe understands that accidents happen

If you see a snail it removes any curses you may have accumulated. This is because snails eat curses

You should be writing this down"

Such information has caused me to have queries, so, I thought that I would ask them, as this format presents you with zero obligation to answer them unless you wish to do so.

Why is seeing a leech good luck? What does seeing a leech mean? Does carefully scooping up a frog you found on the road, and cradling them in your hands, and they do not puff up, or squirm, or pee on you, count as intentionally harming an amphibian? There are ones I know, who count all touching of amphibians, as harming them, and I am not entirely sure what to think. And then finally, what if you scoop a snail, and you're chilling, and you're letting the snail gnaw on you, but then a few minuets later you see that oh god, the snail has somewhat withered because your ultimate curse is that salt comes out of your skin with time, and you'd forgotten about that, and now the snail is hurt, oh no.

1. A leech is good luck because leeches are nature’s tiny doctors, and they are a sign of good health to come. Also you got to see a funky little guy and that should improve your day!

2. Touching an amphibian with clean hands does not hurt them! (Source: I’m a biologist.) Always gently escort amphibians off the road when you see them. It may be stressful to be grabbed by a large creature but being briefly stressed is better than staying on the road and being run over.

3. Only handle snails for a short time and then let them go on their way. Otherwise you may dry them out and that is not very good for the snail. They are delicate and lovely creatures.

4. I love the formality of this ask especially since it concerns a shitpost I made last year. I also love Mx Doc Boi. Treat wildlife with respect and kindness and they will always bring good luck. Godspeed.

#asks

[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death Teaser Three

Chapter Snippet

            “What do you mean, there was no body?” asked (Y/N).

            It was the next day, and apparently, the sheriff and his men had spent the whole night searching for Rowan’s body, yet there was no evidence it had ever been in the forest, bloodied and dead. (Y/N) and Wednesday were frustrated because Galpin clearly didn’t believe them, and Weems was trying to corral them in her office to keep the situation under control.

            “How could you miss it?” questioned Wednesday.

            “Because it wasn’t there,” said Sheriff Galpin. “No footprints, no blood, no sign of struggle. Nothing, nada. My search party looked all night.”

            “Well, your search party must have left their seeing-eye dogs at home,” said Wednesday.

            “We saw that beast kill Rowan right in front of us. I of all people know death, and he was dead,” said (Y/N).

            “Get a good luck at this monster thing?” asked Galpin.

            “It didn’t stick around for a chat,” said Wednesday.

            “Maybe it was one of your classmates,” said Galpin.

            “Sheriff, I find that question offensive,” said Weems sharply.

            “I don’t ‘cause I got three other dead bodies in the morgue,” said Galpin. “Hikers just ripped apart in the woods.”

            “The mayor said those were bear attacks,” said Weems in confusion.

            “Well, the mayor and I disagree on that,” said Galpin.

            “So you automatically assume a Nevermore student is the murderer, even though there’s no evidence a crime was committed,” said Weems imperiously.

            “I’m sorry. I forgot, you only teach the good outcasts here, right?” shot back Galpin.

            Weems sighed in annoyance before opening her office door and leading them in. “My guess is Rowan ran away. State troopers have put out an alert, and I’ve contacted his family, but they haven’t heard from him either.”

            “Dead people are notoriously bad at returning calls,” said Wednesday.

            “What were you doing out in the woods with him, Miss Addams, Mx. (L/N)?” questioned Galpin.

            “I heard a noise in the forest and went to go investigate,” said Wednesday. “(Y/N) followed me in concern since I went into the woods alone at night.”

            “Yeah, and that’s when we found the attack,” said (Y/N). “Rowan was dead.” Seriously, I’m the child of Thanatos, the God of Death. I know when someone is dead. You’d think these people would believe me.

            “Then what happened?” prompted Galpin.

            “Then (Y/N) went and got help, as you know,” said Wednesday. “We were ushered back to Nevermore, and now we’re giving our statement.”

            “And just to be clear, this monster wasn’t a bear or some other wild animal?” questioned Galpin.

            “I’ve hibernated with grizzlies. I know the difference,” said Wednesday.

            “And I know the difference between being alive and being dead. Rowan was dead, even if you refuse to listen to me,” said (Y/N).

            Weems stood from behind her desk. “Thank you, Sheriff. I think Miss Addams and Mx. (L/N) are done now.”

            “Actually, I would like to speak to Sheriff Galpin,” said Wednesday. “Alone.”

            “I’m not sure I can allow that,” said Weems.

            “I’m sure I could take them to the station to get a formal statement,” said Galpin. He was playing with Weems’s desire to keep Nevermore’s good image. Having students be taken to the police station would not look good for her or the academy.

            “Fine,” said Weems sharply. “You have five minutes, and everything is off the record.” She looked down at Galpin. “Play nice…or I will call the sheriff.” She exited the office with a final warning look at all present.

            “Someone is trying to cover up Rowan’s murder,” said Wednesday to Galpin. “That’s the only reason to scrub the crime scene.”

            “Is that your professional opinion as the daughter of a murderer?” questioned Galpin.

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow at the remark but cut in, “I mean, there was a body there. We both saw it and have no reason to lie, so someone must have removed it from the woods.”

            “It’s been a long night. I’m tired of your games,” said Galpin.

            “We’re not playing games,” said Wednesday sharply. “We’re telling the truth. You want to reject our claims, but you can’t.”

            “Why is that?” asked Galpin.

            “Because we all know there’s a monster out there,” said Wednesday.

            “And Rowan is the latest victim,” said (Y/N).

            “Sheriff?” A deputy opened the office door and peered in. “You’re gonna want to see this.” She pushed the other door open to reveal Rowan standing in the entrance.

            Wednesday and (Y/N)’s eyes widened. No way, thought (Y/N). Rowan was absolutely dead. So what the hell is this?

Taglist:

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@im-making-an-effort

@champagnewitnocham

@simpcreator

@ksunoosworld

@dot-and-co

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#a good day for death #wednesday 2022 #netflix wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday #wednesday addams x reader #x reader #x gn reader #gn reader #x nb reader #nb reader

[celestialnxva]

The Race Against Time

༄ A Bridgerton x Marvel Crossover

Chapter 5: The Denial Before Acceptance.

Summary: Aubrey Hall holds memories of both good and bad. In an attempt to show off your new courtship with Anthony, complications arise and emotions run high on the fateful night.

Timeline: Post-Endgame 2023, Grosvenor Square, 1814.

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort at the end, Mentions of panic attacks.

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader, Benedict Bridgerton x Reader.

WC: 11k+ words.

A/n: Thank you guys for your patience and support for this series! To show you my gratitude, I wrote this chapter extra long for your enjoyment. :)

series masterlist. | main masterlist.

To say that people in the Ton who have heard about your exclusiveness with the Viscount were surprised was quite the understatement. Up until now, everyone (except for the Queen) were quite sure that you held affections for the second eldest Bridgerton. Their eyes must’ve deceived them that fateful night at Lady Danbury’s ball. They supposed that they were possibly reading too much into the dance you two had shared. Perhaps you have changed your mind. After all, a debutante is allowed to change their mind. 

Even though they were wrong about this love match, they were still intrigued–if not, more intrigued– about the aspect of the season’s diamond marrying this season’s most eligible bachelor. Many families making their way to Aubrey Hall couldn’t help but anticipate the night of the Bridgerton ball. Who knows what events–or scandals– might take place?

As for the witch and the Avengers from a different time, this attention was not something they wished for or needed. The whole point of entertaining this courting situation was to discreetly retrieve all stones, then immediately leave the time period. Not only was this taking longer than they liked, they could not risk having their cover blown. Despite their worries, they knew that all of this was necessary. If marrying some rich man could retrieve one of the remaining missing stones, then so be it. All they could do now is put all of their trust into Lady Danbury, the Bridgertons, and their friend. 

While you and Lady Danbury were in the carriage on the way to Aubrey Hall, you had decided to hold a meeting with the Avengers’ and her. The hologram of the room in the Sanctum lit up the carriage, placed at the center of the space. Lady Danbury was more intrigued at the futuristic technology than the topic being discussed at the present moment, which did not go unnoticed by Steve Rogers. 

“Lady Danbury,” he called out to her and effectively snapped her out of her trance. Her sharp eyes fixated on the hologram and hummed in acknowledgment. She watched as his small figure paced around in the transparent space while the others directed their attention to him. He was clearly distraught, but the stubborn leader did everything he could to control his emotions and focus on planning their next move. There was a pause before he spoke. 

“Have you got any news for us about the Reality Stone?” he asked. When he didn’t hear her answer, he looked over at the hologram to see her confused expression. “It’s the red stone we showed you,” he clarified. That seemed to do the trick, and he watched her lean back in her seat to look over at her companion. 

“I have not, Mr. Rogers. Although with luck, Mx. (L/n) and I could encounter such a jewel at the ball,” she said coolly while readjusting her grip on her cane. You only nodded in agreement. “Steve, I’m sure we can retrieve all the stones at the ball, but the ball is in two days. We just have to be patient.”

That was the last thing Steve wanted to hear from you, but he can't do anything about it. He can’t expect you to suddenly fast-forward time. They had the Time Stone in their possession already, so you needed to properly wait it out. “Well,” he said before he let out a sigh. “We’ll continue to protect the Stones while we wait.” After he spoke, Scott stood up suddenly and opened up a hologram of a person. 

“While you guys were finding the stones, Bruce and I got a lead on our masked friend.” He pressed a button to display information next to the figure. “An alien, for sure, but when Steve said that he had a connection to Thanos, we found out that a small group of his minions didn’t fight in the war. It's why they were able to survive Tony's snap. Instead, they were hiding on Vormir,” he explained. He pulled up the solar system before zooming in on a planet you assumed to be Vormir. “After we found their location, we called the Guardians for a favor. They’re on their way there as we speak.”

While Lady Danbury listened intently, you nodded slowly and looked outside towards the beautiful sunset. It was getting late and you needed your rest before dealing with the inevitable chaos at Aubrey Hall. It was time to end the meeting. 

“Thanks, Scott, for the update,” you mumbled tiredly. You stifled a yawn while you leaned forward towards the hologram. “Let’s update again tomorrow before the ball. I’ll let you know if I see the ring or the Reality Stone–” 

“ – And we will let you know when we receive word from the Guardians about the aliens,” Steve said, finishing your thought. You and the Avengers bid each other farewell and ended the call with an elegant swish of your hand. 

You leaned back in your seat and looked out the window. Your eyes were fluttering in and out of consciousness as you tried to stay awake as long as possible. You couldn’t afford to rest, not when you were so close to completing your mission. Lady Danbury took notice of your efforts and looked out the other window. She decided not to comment, as she knew that you had a lot on your mind. As your mentor and dear friend, she only wished that you could get an ounce of sleep at Aubrey Hall.

As the sun laid its weary head to rest, the moon rose from its slumber. Its dim light swiftly guided your carriage to the safety of Aubrey Hall. The sudden bumpy road caused you to stir awake. You shook your head in disapproval of your body disobeying your direct wishes to stay awake. Your moment of self-hatred was cut short when you looked outside the carriage. One look at your new surroundings indicated that you were deep into the fields of the countryside. You could make out through the window the trees carefully planted around the property to offer privacy for the land owners. The fields on either side of the road seemed to sway back and forth in the gentle breeze, tiny specks of wild flowers scattered all over the area. You could tell that the people who lived here kept these parts of nature neat, but allowed for other parts of it to still grow naturally on its own. 

This was the beauty of the countryside. The peaceful silence it offered for those who are blessed with the opportunity to live there was something you longed to experience again, ever since you ended up here. What you wouldn’t give to be back in your lovely little cottage, only focusing on tending to your garden and pretending that society didn’t exist; that anybody exists. It was sad, really, that Fate decided to torture you with this countryside's serentiy before entrapping you in a situation you never thought you would find yourself in. You wished you could have stayed at home, but remembering that there would be no home if you didn’t go through with this mission reminded you that you had to be strong. You had to keep going, even if you were uncomfortable and out of touch with everyone around you. The promise of your peaceful life was so close to being fulfilled. It would be idiotic of you to leave now. 

“Msr.,” your footman called out to you. You whipped your head over to him and quickly realized that Lady Danbury was not in the carriage and he was on the road, extending his hand towards you. You must have spaced out during the remainder of the trip. He was patient, though, and allowed you to slowly make your way to him. He helped you down, slightly lifting your dress so you wouldn’t trip on the material. He could tell that you were a bit sleepy, so his hold on you lingered for a few moments more, just to make sure you could stand on your own. He only let go when you started to walk firmly and moved back to close the door behind you. 

Seeing you falter behind, Lady Danbury walked over to you and linked her free arm with yours. She patted your gloved forearm with her own gloved hand. It was a silent reassurance on her end that no matter what happens here, she will be there for you every step of the way. You appreciated her reassurance and began to walk with more confidence. Even with all your drama with the Bridgertons and the Avengers, it was nice to know that there was someone with you that gave you solace. You silently reminded yourself to pay Lady Danbury a visit before you retired to bed. 

You weren’t surprised to see the Bridgerton family outside on the front steps, all ready to greet you. You’ve gathered that they were a kind and loving family. You supposed that this situation could be worse, that the family you were to involve yourself with was stuck-up and had no care for you at all. That thought allowed you to relax more in Lady Danbury’s presence. By the time you had made your way the the the family, you were able to muster up a faint smile for them. 

“Mx. (L/n), how wonderful it is for you to join us at Aubrey Hall!” Lady Bridgerton greeted warmly before she pulled you into a loving embrace. It was foreign for you to experience, but you quickly hugged her back gently. She pulled away after a brief moment and you watched as her brows furrowed worriedly. “I do hope your ride was as pleasant as it could be, given the distance.”

Bless her heart. 

“It was a pleasant gift to be able to sleep for most of the ride here, Lady Bridgerton,” you joked lightly with her, which caused her to laugh happily. It seemed she approved of you already. 

When she left to greet Lady Danbury, you were introduced to the eldest daughter, Daphne, who was holding a small baby boy in her arms. You were careful not to crush the child while hugging her. From first glance, she could immediately tell that you were a bit too overwhelmed to deal with her brothers, especially because you were new to this society and their large estate. When she was acting more sympathetic and kind to you, it made you quite grateful that she took into consideration your overwhelming emotions. This night was playing out better than you expected. 

You took in the sight of the impressive entrance and hall with awe. You couldn’t help but display your wonder as your eyes wandered to gaze at each and every detail built into the architecture. It was truly beautiful, and it made you finally understand just how notable and influential the Bridgerton family must be. Daphne noticed that you weren’t following her and looked back to see you admiring her ancestral home. She giggled at your childlike wonder and reached out to take your gloved hand into her own. You looked back at her and smiled faintly before you allowed her to guide you to your room. 

When you finally reached your bedroom, she let you settle on the bed while making room for the servants to place your luggages inside the room. She bounced a sleeping Augie in her arms while she watched you run your hand slowly on the soft material of the bedsheets. She remembered what it was like to move into her new husband’s home for the first time. The adrenaline of being in a grand place that was beyond her expectations and the intimidating knowledge that she was going to spend the rest of her life away from the familiarity of her family and home were emotions that she couldn’t have handled on her own. She couldn’t possibly know how you must be feeling as a foreigner that doesn’t have the luxury of being with your family here at all. 

When the servants all left, she boldly sat down next to you and cradled her son in her arms. She stayed silent for a moment before she spoke. 

“Mx. (L/n)--” 

“(Y/n),” you blurted out suddenly, causing her to blink in surprise. You sheepishly looked at her before you fiddled with your fingers. “I… wish for you to call me by my first name. You have been nothing but kind to me.” You looked down. “If I am going to be your sibling-in-law soon, I wish to be on more familiar terms.”

She was certainly shocked that you trusted her enough to tell her your name, but she smiled fondly nonetheless. She was just happy that she could make you comfortable in her home. 

She reached over and held onto your hand. You looked up at her and watched as she struggled to form her thoughts into her words. She closed her eyes for a moment before she opened them, ready to speak. 

“(Y/n),” she said and you smiled. “There is food set out for you to enjoy after your long trip. If you’d like, I can keep you company, if you wish to not see my brothers or my other siblings tonight,” she offered kindly. 

You were surprised, to say the least. You were here for Anthony, yet she was giving you the option to not see him? Surely, he must have protested that decision, seeing as he was always quite adamant on keeping you in his company. Still, if she was offering this, then who were you to say no?

“I’d like that,” you replied softly, your eyes glistening with hope and appreciation. That look made all her previous stressful arguments with her brother completely worth it. She would have to inform you later that she promised him he could spend an entire day with you tomorrow, but you didn’t need to hear that right now. Right now, she will prioritize making you comfortable in her home and personally get to know you more. 

With your words, she squeezed your hands reassuringly and stood up carefully. When you looked at her, you noted that Daphne was quite beautiful, just like her siblings. She had that new mother’s glow and with a smile like hers, her husband must've considered himself lucky to have a beautiful woman like her as his wife. Even as she left you alone in your room, her movements were graceful. You were left alone to wonder what your life would be like if you were to actually marry Anthony in some alternate universe? Would you ever fit into this perfect family? Even if this entire situation is only temporary, you knew that pretending to want this marriage would be most difficult because of this fact. They were all so perfect, so kind and selfless. Meanwhile, you were… you. 

You decided to let this depressing thought go for tonight and made your way downstairs. You needed to get some food inside you so you could get your mind off of all this stress. It was going to drive you to insanity if you kept thinking about the idea of marriage with the eldest Bridgerton. At least during dinner, he wouldn’t be there at all. You figured that Daphne had to pull all the strings she could so that this was possible, considering the fact that it was not proper for him to not greet you into the household. But seeing how Daphne holds herself, you had no doubt that he won’t be disobeying her requests for tonight. You’ll be able to keep your food down this time. 

All that would be in the dining hall would be you, Daphne, and the light of the moon shining upon the steaming food. You can allow yourself to enjoy tonight and cherish the temporary peace before the storm. 

–––

The last thing you expected from being in Aubrey Hall was playing a game of Pall Mall. You had no idea how to play this game, but you didn’t mind learning. If this is what you had to do to get on Anthony’s good side, then so be it. 

From what you gathered about Anthony’s personality so far, he seemed to be the type to be extremely competitive. You didn’t expect anything less from the oldest sibling. It was only natural. Despite that, he was protective over his siblings, and even acted in a fatherly manner towards them. You were aware of his paternal role in the family from what Daphne had told you last night, but never did you expect his behavior to actually be endearing in your eyes. Even with just one promenade through the garden this morning, he managed to put you at ease. Of course, you already felt this way before when you strolled with him in the past, but the stakes are different now. Still, maybe he wasn’t so bad. Maybe it wouldn’t be as hard for you to pretend.

Despite all his efforts to court you with his words and noble actions, something seemed to be so off about Anthony. You couldn’t quite place it yet. You tried to talk to Sam and Bucky to see if they had any clue as to what could be wrong with him, but they couldn’t figure it out either. You could chalk it up to be your hyperactive imagination, but you couldn’t shake the feeling. Perhaps you will figure it out sooner or later, though you were hoping it was nothing too terrible to worry about.

Anthony was still kind to you, even now as he taught you the rules of the game. His touches were all calculated, knowing just how long to linger against your wrist or how close he could press his body against yours while demonstrating. Each touch has left you in a daze, which was enchanting and utterly terrifying. How was he so good at seducing you? Was he even trying? Does he even know what he’s doing to you? He must know, seeing as he was always ambitious in pursuing your affection and loyalty. Still, you had to keep your guard up and keep telling yourself that all of his flirting would cease once you get your hands on his proposal ring. 

While it took you a second to get used to Anthony’s intimate presence, it took longer to get used to Benedict’s new demeanor. He was more distant with you, looking away from your questioning stares. His eyes were constantly focused on winning the game, his forceful laugh ringing through your ears. Anyone with an eye keen enough to be like Lady Danbury’s could notice this change in his normal behavior, but they would find it would be unwise to fix the messy situation. They would not help you.

You were trapped between a rock and a hard place with no way to escape except through a marriage proposal. 

You did your best to play fair, putting on quite the show for your future in-laws. You were impressive to pretend that you were having fun being competitive with Anthony. It was all an act, a calculated move within the complicated chess game of courting. Every facial expression or tone inflection you gave were just as carefully chosen as Anthony’s. You could only hope that tonight, you could be rewarded with the best present you could ever get, a present in the shape of a blue Space Infinity Stone. At least then, you would only have to worry about the red stone.

After the game had ended with Daphne as the winner, you had to follow everyone back inside. Stepping foot into the Hall, you were greeted with the busyness of Lady Bridgerton and the servants in their preparation for tomorrow night’s Ball. The rest of the Ton would be arriving here later in the evening, so there was still some time to help Lady Bridgerton. Of course, she insisted on you spending more time with Anthony (under the supervision of Lady Danbury), but you certainly did not want to spend more time with him than you already have. 

Instead, you dismissed yourself to go to the back gardens on your own. You needed some time and space to think. Perhaps you could use this time to properly talk to Stephen, as he was metaphorically talking your ear off the entirety of the game of pall mall. Despite your desperate attempts at ignoring Stephen throughout these past few weeks, you decided that your pettiness wasn’t helping the stress of finding the remaining stones. Setting aside your hesitations, you swiped your hand in front of you and opened up a hologram of the Sanctum room. Sure enough, you saw a surprised Stephen staring back at you from his seat in front of the screen. 

“Hey,” you mumbled under your breath. After your first greeting to him, all sourness in your attitude wilted away, realizing now how incredibly tired you were from the game and the events that occurred today. He took note of your defenseless tone and relaxed a bit in his seat. He was not ignorant of how much you despised him, but perhaps working together for the past few days has possibly eased some of your grudge against him. Maybe it was hopeless, but did it hurt to try again with you?

“Hey,” he mumbled back, flashing you a soft smile.

No matter how many times you denied your lingering feelings for Stephen, little moments like these brought you back to memories of what once was; when times were simpler for the both of you and all you had to worry about were intergalactic enemies. Maybe it didn’t hurt to allow yourself to reconnect with him again. He did nothing but tried to make it up to you through his kindness and patience. You knew more than anyone that he was a man that did not like to admit defeat or ask for help and company. If he kept this up, maybe he could change your mind about him not being able to change for the better. 

It’s too bad that all of this came too late. 

“I think you would like it here,” you mused softly as your eyes shifted back up to look at the beautiful sight of the flowers standing tall against the summer heat. “Reminds me of the park we always used to go to.”

He chuckled knowingly at your sentiment and leaned his head against the palm of his hand. “You might be right, but I think I’ll take the hotdog stand on the park's corner of 5th street over whatever the hell you guys eat in that time period,” he joked playfully. His heart swelled with pride when he managed to make you laugh in his presence for the first time in years. 

His eyes gazed fondly at your features. He paused for a moment to relish in the beautiful sound of your laugh before he spoke up. “Any updates you wanna tell me about?” 

You looked back at him in surprise. Did you have any updates to tell him? You couldn’t really recall. You were too busy thinking about how nice it was to talk to him like this again, that you couldn’t remember any event that occurred for you to update him on. So, you shrugged. “Nope. I just wanted to talk to you.”

This was the moment he had been dreaming of having with you. He wasn’t going to screw this up. It was important to express himself properly and carefully, for who knows when the next time will be when he could be able to talk to you in private like this?  

“(Y/n),” he started hesitantly, which immediately caused you to tense up. Instead of ending the call, you tried your best to stay calm and allowed him to speak. He was grateful for that. “I know I messed up last time in apologizing to you, but–”

“I know,” you cut him off immediately, unable to wait anymore. Your tone, however, wasn’t as venomous as it was before. It was sad, tired. You made eye contact with him with a faint smile. “I forgive you. You deserve it.”

He felt like he could jump for joy. Your forgiveness was hard-earned and he would never take advantage of it ever again. He knew how hard it must’ve been to forgive him for his terrible behavior, but this was his chance to start over with you again. 

There was hope for the two of you, after all. 

“Stephen,” you said while fiddling with your gloved hands. He hummed in acknowledgement. “Just tell me one thing,” you finished hesitantly. He sat up properly in concern. “What is it?” You looked back up at him with uncertainty clear in your eyes. 

“Tell me how you felt about me before that day, how you really felt,” you blurted out before you could control yourself. 

There was a pregnant silence that followed your request. You both knew the answer to this long-awaited question, but you wanted to hear it straight from his mouth. If he was truly sorry, he needed to show you that he was willing to be honest with you. That was the one thing you knew Stephen couldn’t do in the past, so this would be his ultimate test.

He knew this. He knew that admitting what he felt for so long would be hard for him, but at the end of the day, he couldn’t risk losing you from his life all over again. He couldn’t make that same mistake. So, he sat up and looked you straight in the eyes. If he was going to say it, he might as well say it with all that he’s got.

“I–” he paused before swallowing his hesitation. “(Y/n), I lo–”

“Mx. (L/n)?” Anthony called out worriedly. Startled, you flashed Stephen a sympathetic smile before you quickly swiped the hologram out of existence just as Anthony rushed outside towards you. You snapped your head back to look at him with wild eyes, which caused him to falter in his hurried steps. He flashed you a sheepish and apologetic smile for startling you and walked over the rest of the way towards you. 

As he sat down beside you, your mind wandered back to Stephen and how you felt towards him. You couldn’t deny that you still held him close to your heart, even more now after your small talk before Anthony came. But you were shocked, shocked that Stephen was actually going to confess his affection for you. You knew he was going to do it. His look of determination held nothing but a promise of loyalty and love towards you, something you have craved for so long. But now that the time for his confession finally came, was your heart in the right place to accept him? Were you still willing to open yourself up to him after all these painful years apart? With how conflicted you are now, you now guiltily found relief in Anthony’s sudden interruption in your conversation with Stephen. Perhaps it was Fate’s way of saying that now wasn’t the right time for his confession. 

As you continued to talk to Anthony in the garden, you only hoped that Stephen would understand the meaning of Fate's intervention and patiently wait for just a moment longer to confess again, even if it will hurt him to do so. 

–––

The Viscount had somehow trapped you in another long conversation before he received word from one of his siblings that the rest of the Ton were arriving soon. After his sibling left, he turned to you with a sigh. 

“Mx. (L/n), may I ask you a question?” he asked. You nodded and he cleared his throat. “How do you feel about being here?” 

Well that wasn’t a question you were expecting to hear from the Viscount. Was he asking you about how you felt about your time here in Aubrey Hall or about your courtship with him? Not knowing how to frame your answer, you looked at him warily. “I do not understand.”

“Oh, well,” he stuttered out before he cleared his throat again. He was clearly uncomfortable, as he was shifting in his seat quite a lot. You furrowed your brows in confusion and clasped your fingers together to keep yourself calm. He then nervously uttered: “Enlighten me about your emotions towards our courtship.”

His words confirmed it, that he was actually interested in how you felt about your situation. Before this moment, he barely thought about how you would feel about him courting you. He only thought about how to sway you to accept his courtship. What caused him to change his mind? Did he find someone else? The thought made your heart race in fear. That would only make it harder for you to retrieve the Space Stone. 

Wanting to salvage what is left of his confidence in this courtship, you boldly reached out to take his fidgeting hands into your own. His breath hitched in his throat and looked up at you in clear shock. You knew it was a bit improper to be so intimate with him already, but you hoped that his former reputation as a rake could allow for this moment to happen. 

“I find happiness in your company, Lord Bridgerton,” you lied smoothly. “I am honored that you have taken interest in me and I only hope that my company has provided you with as much comfort and joy as your company does for me.”

That seemed to be the correct answer, because some of his nervousness faded away in his eyes. Still, the hesitation that was left there was an indication that he had so much more that he wanted to say, but could not find the right words to express them. His hesitation only worsened the bad feeling in your gut about Anthony. You made a mental note to talk to the others about this conversation later tonight. 

Shaking his head to leave his dazed state, he stood up abruptly and extended out his hand. You took it slowly and followed him into the estate. 

The rest of the night was a blur, in all honesty. You didn’t bother joining the rest of the Bridgerton family and Lady Danbury to greet the other guests. Why would you? They probably all hated you for practically taking Anthony off the marriage market. It was idiotic how petty the Ton could be, and you did not have the energy nor the patience to deal with their fake attitudes tonight. It was a much better option to retire to your room and skip supper altogether. It’ll definitely catch the attention of your suitor and his family, but you could care less. You never thought you’d ever say this, but all of this talk of marriage and permanent endings made your heart grow more fond of your friends from another time. After all the interactions you’ve had today, you needed the familiar comfort of the Avengers–your friends. 

As you closed the door to your room and settled into the bed, you swiped your hand to open a hologram of the familiar room. You smiled warmly when you saw all of your friends there, as well as more familiar faces that had joined them tonight. They all looked surprised to see you, but from your welcoming expression, they knew exactly what you needed from them. 

“Hey, (y/n)!” Scott exclaimed cheerfully while taking a bite into his sandwich. Your stomach growled as you watched them all eat in front of you. Bucky swallowed a bite of his sandwich and leaned forward to talk to you. “How was your day?” he asked kindly, allowing himself to go back to old habits of conversation with you. You were incredibly grateful for that. 

“It was tough,” you replied back timidly and fiddled with the bedsheets in front of you. Stephen took notice of your posture and leaned forward as well. 

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly. After what happened between you two earlier, he was much more comfortable speaking with you now, which did not go unnoticed by his teammates. 

You sighed and decided to flick your hand down to dress yourself in regular, modern day pajamas. You needed to feel as safe as you possibly could right now. Rhodey, who had been the one to buy dinner for tonight, looked at you in concern. He was caught up on what was going on and why you were there, but he couldn’t imagine how lonely you must be feeling right now. In fact, he was sure that the entire team felt this sentiment as they watched you struggle to find the right words to say in return. 

“Y-Yeah, I’m,” you stuttered out before you inhaled sharply. Caught off guard by the sudden tears running down your face, you reached up to gingerly touch your wet cheeks with your fingertips. Your body could not lie any longer, and neither could you. 

“I’m not okay,” you finished before you buried your face in your hands so you could sob quietly into them. 

Now more than ever did they want you to come home. Stephen, in particular, was frustrated in watching you cry because he was so close to finding the right spell that could help him travel through time to retrieve you himself. But seeing you so helpless made him reconsider his desire to come see you. You might not want to see him, seeing that the topic of love was currently overwhelming you. Maybe it was best to just let the other Avengers take the lead in comforting you tonight. 

“What can we do to help?” Steve asked kindly, each word gifted to you so it could cover you in a warm and comforting embrace. Tonight, you were glad that you had decided to overlook your grudges against them and realize that sacrificing this kind of loyal friendship could devastate your life more than you think it would. You almost let rage and vengeance take over your heart’s desire for their company and familiarity. You knew it was valid for you to feel this way after what they had done to you, but you thanked the universe that your mind and heart were much clearer now than before. 

You sniffed and looked back up at them with tear-filled eyes. “Let’s just talk about anything we want. I don’t wanna think about the Bridgertons or the Stones right now,” you said through soft sobs. Upon such a request, your friends bonded with you for the first time in years. 

You knew that tonight wouldn’t solve all of your problems in Aubrey Hall, but they certainly helped you remember that you weren't alone in this mission. You didn’t have to do this mission all by yourself. Your friends were and always will be there to help remind you of a peaceful life you were going to experience once this mission was over. Two more stones until you can go back to your friends and cherish the taste of hotdogs and shawarmas once more. Tonight was a reminder that this lifestyle isn’t permanent and isn’t something you’ll have to worry about much longer, even with your conflicting feelings about the Bridgertons. 

Tonight was a reminder that everything was temporarily going to be okay, and that tomorrow’s ball was just an event that you could handle.

–––

“Ow,” you groaned out in pain as your maid tightened your stay. Despite your newfound confidence for tonight’s ball, you only wished that these outfits weren’t so difficult to put on. Having an increased sense of homesickness caused less patience towards every tradition and custom this society forced you to obey. Why did you need to wear a complicated, multi-layered gown? Maybe it was time for you to switch your outfit out to a suit instead. Though, if you did so, you wouldn’t be able to have as much shiny jewelry and clothing as you do now with your outfits. 

Yeah, nevermind. You’ll stick with your outfits. 

 Your maid apologized quickly to you and continued to dress you up for the ball. When you had finished with your outfit, you walked over to sit down on the vanity, so you could let your maid finish accessorizing your outfit with jewelry and flattering makeup. This part of your routine was much more relaxing than the previous step, so you were more patient and relaxed than before. This relaxation was short-lived when you saw that your maid held conflicting emotions in her eyes.

“Do you have something on your mind, Rose?” you said suddenly to your maid. Startled eyes flickered up to your own worried ones. Flustered over your observation, she fidgeted with the Queen’s gifted necklace in her hands while she looked away with a blush on her cheeks. 

“M-Msr., my thoughts are improper to speak on,” she tried to protest, but you put a hand up to cut her off. She stayed quiet while you took her hand into your own. “Do not worry about what is proper. I consider you a friend after helping me get through this season. It is only fair that I give you the space to share your thoughts, just as you have done for me,” you stated firmly, leaving no room for her to argue. 

She was incredibly shocked at your offer for casualty, but who was she to disobey direct orders? She was only glad that you even considered her as a friend.

She squeezed your hand in gratitude before she made eye contact with you through the vanity mirror. “I understand that you have accepted Lord Bridgerton’s courtship, but I cannot help but wonder, Msr., what had happened between you and the second eldest Bridgerton,” she said timidly. She immediately regretted her words when she saw you flinch, but you were quick to shake your head and silently communicate that she did not say anything offensive to you. 

“You’re right, Rose,” you said before you closed your eyes tiredly. “I keep fooling myself over the success of this courtship with the Viscount, but,” you paused before you looked back up at her sadly. For the first time, she saw a glimpse of your constant stress and fear and her heart broke at the sight. You tried not to cry as you continued speaking. “I cannot help but wonder if I am making a mistake choosing this Bridgerton over the other. I chose Lord Bridgerton for duty over my heart, but I am unsure as to how I even feel for him, or for Mr. Bridgerton, or for anyone else!” you finally exclaimed in frustration. You quickly stifled your anger and looked down at your lap in shame. 

She huffed slowly as she observed your distressed state. She was only a maid, so she could only offer so much advice for you, but she desperately wanted to help. If you considered her a friend, then she felt more of a sense of duty to help with this difficult decision.

“Msr., you must not let your mind punish your heart for not knowing which man to choose,” she started before she reached over to massage your hands comfortingly. “I cannot tell you which one to choose, but all I can tell you is that when you do find the answer, you follow your heart and allow yourself to experience love unapologetically.” 

You nodded in response to her sound advice and said nothing more. She knew that you had much to think about, so she let you brood in silence. 

‘Do not let your mind punish your heart for not knowing which person to choose. When you do find the answer, follow your heart and allow yourself to experience love unapologetically.’ 

That was some pretty good advice. You’ll keep that in mind. 

After finishing up your appearance, your maid had declared you ready for tonight’s ball and left to inform Lady Danbury that you were ready to head down to the ball. Reserved and stoic as ever, Lady Danbury guided you to where the event was being held and paused before the grand doors that led to the ballroom. She turned to you. 

“Are you sure you wish to attend, Mx. (L/n)? I can certainly inform Lord Bridgerton that you are unwell,” she said knowingly, raising an eyebrow at your confused expression. Have you really been this obvious? You must’ve been, seeing as Lady Danbury had figured out the extent of your conflicting feelings without you ever speaking a word to her about it. People weren’t kidding when they said that she had quite the sharp wit. 

“I think I’ll be okay,” you said nervously, slipping into a more modern inflection. You had noticed that it was much more difficult to speak in this time period’s manner today than before, and you only hoped that this inconvenience will not hinder you in putting on a show for the Ton and for your suitor (and possibly Benedict, but you refused to think about that man right now). Of course, Lady Danbury knew you to be quite the talented liar, so she reluctantly knocked on the door to inform the servants to open the doors and announce your presence. 

Déjà vu seemed to hit you when the Ton’s eyes all looked up to where you stood at the top of the stairs. Each person waited with baited breath on what you would do next. You remembered their scrutinizing stares that seemed to intensify with each step you took down the stairs. It was to nobody’s surprise that you would be dressed like a precious diamond, glimmering amongst the sea of flowers that shot you jealous daggers each time you caught the attention of every suitor in the room. You should have been used to the attention by now, yet it still unnerved you to no end. 

Lady Danbury forcefully drove her cane into the ground two times in a row to indicate for everyone to go back to their previous occupations. Believe it or not, she hated the attention just as much as you did. 

She let your arm go and allowed you to socialize on your own. She had business to attend to with Lady Bridgerton (which was mostly talking about you and Benedict). Seeing her leave left a bit of emptiness in your heart and you sought to remedy the lonely feeling as soon as possible. You looked around to see any familiar or kind faces in the crowd and soon saw a short woman with a yellow dress standing alone against the wall. She seemed to be lonely with how she gazed so longingly at the dancing couples on the floor, so your sympathetic conscience drove you to find solace in her company. 

Approaching her carefully, you picked up a drink from the refreshment table and handed it to her. She let out a startled yelp and almost knocked out the drink. You chuckled at her clumsy reaction and reached out to steady her. 

“Are you alright, Miss?” you said amusedly. She took a moment to steady herself before she slowly traced her gaze up to your own gleeful expression. For some reason, she was so stunned by your presence that it almost made you feel insecure about your decision to come here to be with her. 

Before you could apologize, she took the drink and laughed nervously. “Y-Yes, I am alright. My apologies, but you startled me quite a bit,” she stuttered out shyly. She took a rather large sip from her glass and gripped onto the neck tightly when she returned her gaze to the dance floor. You followed her gaze and finally realized what she had been staring at–or more specifically who she was staring at. 

“Do you know Mr. Bridgerton personally, Miss…?” you trailed off and she immediately responded. “Penelope. Miss Penelope Featherington,” she clarified. You mouthed an ‘ah,’ and waited for her answer. 

“And yes, I do know Mr. Bridgerton. We are quite good… friends,” she stated wistfully before she lost herself in her thoughts again. From what you could already tell, this woman was madly in love with Colin and you could only assume that Colin did not feel the same way. Now that is something you can definitely relate to. Your hand gently rested on her shoulder and effectively captured her attention. 

“Miss Featherington? I–” 

Before you could say anything more, Colin had managed to catch you both off guard with his sudden presence between you and Penelope. You both yelped in surprise before you realized who your new companion was. 

“My apologies, Mx. (L/n), for interrupting your lovely conversation, but I must request for Miss Featherington’s company. It is an urgent matter,” Colin explained quickly before practically dragging Penelope away from you before you could say anything back. You were about to just let the couple go off on their own until you spotted a flash of red in Colin’s hand as he left. You furrowed your brows in suspicion and followed after them in determination.

“With all due respect, Mr. Bridgerton, I must ask you where you are taking my new friend, as it seems that you are leading her off to a more private area in the estate. If this is so, then I must insist on staying with you both so you shall not be caught compromised by other guests,” you said sternly. Technically, you weren’t wrong, but you were too curious about what Colin was holding in his hand and you were not going to let him go off on his own easily.

Not when the thing he could be holding could very well be one of the last few stones you needed to collect. 

Colin stopped walking for a moment and let out a sigh of irritation. Despite the urgent situation at hand, you were right. He did not want anyone to witness what he was about to do, but he supposed that his future sibling-in-law was not the worst person to trust with the Featherington scandal. 

“Alright,” he sharply replied before he continued leading Penelope into an empty room with a cozy fireplace and several sofas for guests to sit on. He quickly shut the double doors and slammed the red necklace on the table, startling you and Penelope both. 

“Colin, what is happening?” Penelope asked while Colin grabbed a decorative piece from the side table. He made his way back over to the table and looked at you and Penelope.

“I was dancing with Miss Cowper and noticed the red statement necklace your Cousin had gifted her. But, as you can see here–” He paused and suddenly smashed the necklace, which easily shattered into pieces. 

It was a fake necklace and sure enough, the biggest piece that glowed in the center of that mess was the unmistakable red of the Reality Infinity Stone.

You resisted the urge to scream in joy while you let Colin explain to Penelope about her Cousin and how much of a scammer he truly was. Everyone in your ear piece was audibly just as relieved as you were and just as it could not get any better, said Cousin and Lady Featherington barged into the room to cause an ample enough distraction for Colin and Penelope. You swiftly swiped the red stone from its place at the table and quickly dropped the stone through your portal and straight into Stephen’s hands while Colin admonished ‘Cousin Jack’ for stealing the Ton’s money with his lying about the legitimacy of his ruby mines. Everything was really coming together and you thanked the universe for your decision to reset your mindset by spending time with your friends the night before. You were much more inspired and determined to finish what you had started and save your world like the hero you know you have always been. You were so caught up in your joy that you almost couldn’t hear Colin calling you to come back to the ball. 

You hushed the cheering Avengers under your breath as you rushed to catch up with Penelope and Colin, all done with a smile that refused to leave your face for the rest of the night. 

Arriving back at the ballroom, you decided to wander along the sides of the room. You didn’t feel the need to pretend at the moment. It wasn’t wrong to allow yourself to celebrate your lucky victory by downing a rather strong glass of punch. Your new companion beside you seemed to agree as the gloved hand eagerly handed you another glass. You sipped it happily while you watched the dancing couples socialize miserably amongst each other. You heard a familiar chuckle beside you and you froze entirely still in your place, realizing now who was standing beside you. 

“You seem to be cheery tonight. Did someone make a fool of themselves? If this is so, you must tell me who it is,” he stated playfully. You resisted the urge to giggle at his words as you looked up at him with an attempted blank expression. 

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be flirting with another helpless debutante?” you asked inquisitively. Your question seemed to catch the man off guard and you felt incredibly guilty with what you had said when you watched his expression morph into a slightly hurt one. He was quick to cover it up, as he always was so good at doing when it came to his emotions. 

“Am I not allowed to chat with my dear companion from the future?” he replied back smoothly, attempting to cover up his stumble. You could only offer him a slight smile before you fiddled with your glass absentmindedly. “I suppose I could make an exception for my companion from the past,” you joked lightheartedly. You could felt him relax in his place. Now, he allowed himself to chat with you, just like you two had done before. 

“How are you feeling?” he murmured, his tone shifting to a more serious one. You allowed yourself to drop your defenses and took a sip of your punch. “Terrible. Pretending to like your brother is exhausting. He’s beginning to suspect that I am not as serious as he is about marriage,” you whispered back tiredly. You couldn’t resist shifting your body closer to where he stood, subconsciously seeking out his warmth and comfort once more. What made him so irresistible to you, you will never know. It just only served to remember your frustration towards your feelings for him.

Whatever you felt, Benedict felt ten fold. The worst part about his not-so-subtle affection towards you was not the fact that you were from another time period anymore. What frustrated him and hurt him the most was the fact that you were with his brother, a man who did not appreciate you the way he himself appreciated you. It was almost unbearable watching you pretend to be happy with him, knowing that your genuine giggles and smiles belonged to Benedict and Benedict alone. You were so close to his grasp, and yet so far, and now all he wanted to do was dance the night away with you, even if it’s for the very last time. 

Wait. Who was saying he wasn’t allowed to do that?

“Mx. (L/n),” he whispered softly to you. You looked back up at him and he smiled fondly, a smile that made your heart flutter in the most confusing way possible. “Would you do me the honor of accompanying me for one last dance?” he asked. 

Your heart dropped. He could not be serious. 

“Benedict,” you hesitantly said at him, dropping all your pretenses with him in a state of panic. “People will suspect! You couldn’t possibly suggest such a thing knowing that your brother and the rest of the Ton would not approve of this at all. I haven’t even danced with Anthony yet and now you’re asking me to–”

You cut yourself off when his facial expression morphed into a somber one. His eyes were filled with unknown depths of sadness and another emotion you could not quite place. “Please,” he pleaded timidly, his hand slowly intertwining with yours. Your heart pounded in your chest when he stepped closer to you. “Before you leave me forever,” he finished, choking back a frustrated and tearful sob. You weren’t exactly sure what had compelled him to ask this of you, and you weren’t exactly sure if he was referring to your ‘marriage’ with Anthony or you actually leaving his time period, but all you knew is that your dear friend and blossoming love needed you, just as much as you needed him. 

For that, it was hard to say no to him. 

Gulping nervously, you firmly held onto his hand while looking around to find Anthony. Your eyes skimmed past Lady Bridgerton and Lady Danbury who were acutely aware of what was going on between you and Benedict and your desperate search for your suitor. When you saw that he was absolutely nowhere to be found, you turned to Benedict and resisted every nerve in your body that screamed at you to kiss his cheek. 

“I will go find Anthony and dance with him first so that there won’t be a possibility for a scandal. After that… we can dance,” you compromised with him. When you felt him soften his grip on you, you squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I promise. Wait for me, okay?”

How could he say no when you were the one asking that of him? He cared for you so much and this was his only chance of entertaining his dreams and desires to be with you. Even if it’s just one dance you can promise him, it was enough for him. You would always be enough for him. So, he nodded and allowed you to slip away to find Anthony. 

As you wandered around the room to find Anthony, people had begun to notice that you were looking for him. They must have assumed that you wished to dance with him, as some sympathetic members of the Ton informed you that he had gone off to address something outside of the ball. When you were told this, you tried not to show any signs of giddiness over the fact that Anthony was most likely retiring early from the ball tonight. 

You were giddy because it meant you could dance with Benedict at last. 

Despite all your excitement, you couldn’t help but feel guilty about this idea. Wasn’t it wrong to show to the public that you were willing to dance with his brother and not your suitor himself? How could you explain that to the rest of the people here? You couldn’t afford to cause any suspicions or rumors to run throughout the Ton. Your heart couldn’t possibly take it. 

While you were immersed in your anxious thoughts, you felt a gentle voice call out your name beside you. You looked over to see your dear friend Daphne smiling at you. If you looked closely enough, you could see that she knew exactly what you were thinking about and surely enough, her words to you were proof of that. 

“Dance with Benedict,” she said suddenly and you tried not to choke from her bluntness. “I beg your pardon?” you asked with wide eyes, trying not to raise your voice from being defensive. She didn’t seem to care about your slight outburst and reached out to rest her gloved arm on your shoulder. “Tell him that his excuse can be to accompany the season’s diamond, as it is his duty as your future in-law,” she said sweetly. When you didn’t respond to her, she sighed and removed her hand from your shoulder. “Please, (y/n). I see the way you two look at each other. You must dance with him. If you’re worried about a scandal, my plan will surely work. You just have to trust me.” 

Seeing how incredibly specific and detailed her plan was led you to the assumption that she had some expertise on handling scandals. 

You were thankful for her advice and gave her a grateful embrace in return. Before you could turn around to make your way back to where you remembered Benedict was standing at, said man had somehow appeared right in front of you. You yelped in shock and clutched your chest tightly. 

“Christ, Benedict!” you cried out, causing him to chuckle in response. He would never admit this out loud, but he likes teasing you like this. The noises that came out of your mouth and your jittery reactions were endearing in his eyes. 

He decided not to comment on your reaction and extended out his arm to you. “It seems that my dear brother has left you to attend to his duties, Mx. (L/n). I hope you can forgive my brother’s absence with a dance with me instead,” he offered, his voice a bit louder than usual so the people immediately around him could hear what he had said. It seems that Benedict was aware of what his sister had told him to say. The thought made you chuckle.

You graciously accepted Benedict’s arm and made your way to the dance floor with the other couples around you. Your mind flashed back to the first ball of the season, when you were nestled comfortably in Benedict’s arms. The way he held you now was still the same, but with stakes higher than the last time you two had danced, the weight of his hands on your body were much heavier than before. It was as if he had held you with a sense of possessiveness, a desperation to never let you go. It was maddening to think about him and it made you dizzy with adrenaline when you paired it with your acute awareness of everyone’s eyes upon you both.

When the music started, however, all of those anxieties melted away. Everything seemed to right itself in your world again and you could temporarily pretend that nothing was wrong. You were right where you belonged, and Benedict made sure you remembered that with each and every lingering touch against your side and your back. 

You weren’t exactly sure when you two had swayed so close to each other, but when you became aware of your spatial surroundings, you realized how your body practically pressed up against his. Despite the choreography of the dance lacking little to no passion with each step, your gazes upon each other spoke otherwise. Slowly, you found yourself leaning up towards his face, your eyes fixated on his lips. Benedict seemed to notice as you felt his pulse quicken with your fingers on his wrist. If your eyes didn’t deceive you, he seemed to be leaning towards you as well.

The hidden passion and affection for each other had slowly risen to the surface and you both weren’t the only ones who were increasingly becoming aware of this fact. If you didn’t stop this dance now, the whispers behind your back would only grow, especially if Lady Whistledown had managed to figure it all out. So, you did what you had to do.

You left.

Removing yourself from Benedict’s arms as soon as the music ended, you flashed him a panicked expression before you practically sprinted out of the ballroom and out to the gardens. This stunt obviously did not go unnoticed, with Daphne and Lady Bridgerton following your movement with shock in their eyes. Benedict had tried to follow, but Daphne had prevented him from chasing after you. She knew exactly what was going on and the reality of your situation hit her harder than before. With her sympathy, she knew it was absolutely necessary for her to prevent Benedict from seeing you again. She knew you needed time to think. 

Lady Danbury, on the other hand, hoped to God that nobody realized what had happened just now. It was already difficult knowing that Colin Bridgerton was whispering to Eloise about what had just happened, but she would be devastated if you were to be involved in a scandal with Anthony and Benedict. With this in mind, she nudged Lady Bridgerton to silently beg for her to distract the rest of the guests in the room. Lady Bridgerton looked at her in confusion after she did so and Lady Danbury let out a sigh. 

“Will you distract the guests, Lady Bridgerton? I do not wish for your family to go through yet another scandal,” Lady Danbury requested, albeit hurriedly. Lady Bridgerton couldn't agree with her more than she did, for she could feel her heart burning in pain again from remembering all the stress she had experienced last season with Daphne and Colin. She wasted no time in making her rounds across the room and talking to the guests while Lady Danbury left to do the same on the other half of the room. 

As chaos ensued in the ballroom, your feet carried you as quickly as they could across the garden and to the gazebo surrounded by trees and neatly trimmed bushes. It was a secluded place that provided privacy and shelter from judgmental glares. Here, you could catch your breath and lose yourself in the endless stars. 

Rushing over to the gazebo, you practically collapsed onto the bench in the center of it and clutched onto your chest. Immediately, you used your magick to cut off all audible and visual contact with the Avengers so you could truly be alone. Practically gasping for air, you did your best to calm your racing heart down. You did not know whether it was from the thrill of almost kissing Benedict, the anxiety of potential rumors or from the exhaustion from running for far too long. Whatever the reason was, it did not stop the tears that freely streamed down your face. You did not even notice that you were crying until you felt wet droplets trace along your jawline. 

You were so overwhelmed, so scared of all the conflicting emotions you were feeling. Life was always so difficult for you, but why was it that you weren’t able to stay strong throughout this mission? It made you feel weak to be so anxious, even with all the countless reassurances of support from the Avengers and Lady Danbury. Why couldn’t you just suck it up and deal with it all? It was just an engagement ring, the last stone to collect before you could finally leave this infuriating time period. But of course, your heart always made things more difficult than it should be. 

The racing thoughts that plagued your mind had immersed you entirely, to the point where you almost did not hear a leaf being crushed under a shoe. Your weary eyes slowly directed their attention towards your supposed exclusive suitor, Anthony. Anthony, a man who had shown nothing but kindness, patience, and duty. Anthony, a man who held the ticket to your freedom. 

Anthony. Not Benedict. Anthony. 

Your eyes shifted shamefully down to your lap, unable to meet his gaze longer than you already had. He shouldn’t be seeing you in such a messy state. You half-expected him to chastise you for making a scene and interrogate you on what had happened. Yet, he did none of those things. He simply sat down beside you and kept a respectful distance from where you were in complete silence. It was as if he was offering you the chance to speak on your own terms or not speak at all. He was the last person you expected to follow you here, yet here he was, loyal and dutiful, just as he promised. 

After a while in each other’s silent company, you finally spoke up. 

“I apologize, my Lord. for causing a scene tonight,” you murmured quietly. He could barely hear you, but he understood what you said. He said nothing, which compelled you to speak again. “In fact, I apologize for my behavior these past few days.” 

Your words confused him. Why were you apologizing for feeling the way that you did? In fact, he had this very suspicion from the start, which was why he was attentive to your feelings and desires. If this was the night where you wished to end your courtship, then he will let it happen. He was a man who didn’t want to marry for love, yet he found himself caring for you more than he wanted to. Perhaps it was because he was in the same position as you. 

“Why do you apologize? You have done nothing wrong. In fact,” he paused and shifted his body to look at your shaking form, eyes sympathetic and kind. “I must be the one to apologize. I should have realized sooner that you held reservations towards my advancements. I hope you can forgive me for my inconsiderate behavior–”

“Please, Lord Bridgerton, you cannot blame this predicament of ours on yourself!” you cut off in an exclamation. “I must be the one to apologize!” You looked over at him with saddened eyes. “I must be the one to apologize…”

He stayed silent and took a moment to observe your behavior and posture. You looked so distraught, so anxious and scared in his presence. In fact, when have you ever exuded anything else in front of him other than slightly jittery excitement or restlessness? How could he be so blind to your true feelings? How could he miss that the thought of marriage scared you so much? Feeling compelled to say something to comfort you, he shifted closer to you, but did not move to touch you. He just stared off towards where the roses bloomed under the pale moonlight. He smiled faintly at the garden’s beauty and gathered his thoughts. 

“I do not wish to marry at all, you know,” he responded in return. Your eyes snapped to stare at him wildly at his confession. He noticed the movement, but he continued. “I knew from the start that you felt the same way, but I desperately wished to please my mother and uphold my duties. It is why I am so reserved when we spend time together.” 

When he finally looked at you, your breath caught in your throat at how pleasant his smile–his real smile–looked on his face. He really was a kind man, and he wanted you to always remember that. So when he spoke up again, you finally relaxed for the first time in weeks. “I wish to marry for duty instead of love because love is terrifying. I’m sure you understand what I mean.”

You did. You really did understand. In fact, nobody else understood or wished to understand why you were so anxious besides Lady Danbury on the first day of the season. He was the only suitor who actively tried to pursue you and treat you with this much compassion and respect. 

That was when you realized that out of all the people to promise your life too, Anthony seemed to be the only option that often made you feel at ease, especially after his confession. For that, you were incredibly lucky that you had met this man. Perhaps you could learn a lesson or two about love and friendship with him. 

With tears threatening to spill from your eyes with this realization, you dropped all of your learned manners and threw yourself into his arms. Your arms wrapped around his waist, desperately communicating your desire for comfort and your eternal gratitude. Of course, this action surprised him, but he did not hesitate to hold you close to his chest. It was certainly something so out of character for him to do, but it was you. If he could not have the love he wanted, then he wished to have a lifelong friend. He was finally willing to accept this marriage in his heart, and he could only hope that his words could help you accept it too. But from the way you held onto him, clinging onto him for his warmth, it was safe for him to assume that you accepted it too.

Carefully, he slightly pulled you away from his chest so he could look at you properly. Before he could stop himself, he reached up with a hesitant hand to wipe your stray tears with his thumb. For once, it was a physical touch that put you at ease. It did not make your heart race in anxiety or excitement like with Benedict, nor did it cause you to melt and burn like under Stephen’s touch. This touch was different. Anthony’s touch was different. So, you leaned into his hand on your cheek and closed your eyes in relief. Maybe it was okay to trust him with this vulnerability that you currently could not control tonight. 

He held you like this for the rest of the night. Nobody found the two of you, as they found themselves more occupied with entertaining guests and with comforting Benedict as best as they could. That night, the Avengers desperately tried to find out what had happened to their communications with you, but this moment shared between you and Anthony, alone together under the moonlit gazebo kept you from caring about anything else. Throughout your weeks here, you had moments of calm, but it never lasted for long. But with Anthony and your newfound discovery of similarity with hiim, you finally found the permanent peace you desperately needed since you arrived at the Sanctum. Marriage did not seem as bad as it did before, which now made it much easier for you to keep your resolve until the blue Space Stone finally landed in the palm of your hand. Because of that, you were going to be okay. 

For the first time, ‘you were going to be okay’ never felt as true as it does now.

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[a-vamp-and-a-half]

“So we’re just not going to be finding them before the last show huh? We’re gonna get in so much trouble” Evan near whines as Neora chuckles

“Come on, it doesn’t have to be all bad”

“You don’t know our luck”

“You’re gonna start speaking it into reality Sparky”

He sighs as she snorts, making her shake her head as she looks around

“Say, you wouldn’t be able to tell us a bit about euhm, Mx-?”

“Mx Half-and-Half currently, yes”

“You wouldn’t be able to tell us a bit about them could you?”

“Why would you want to know?”

“Oh just cause we got invited by them honestly. We don’t know the first thing about our generous invitee. I mean they gave us cool bracelets” Neora says easily to the suspicious fae, currently in a stare off with Neora

,,,

“I suppose there’s no harm in curiosity, biting the cat and all that” the fae before them says primly, brushing zeir hair back “Very well. Mx Half-and-half is the ringleader of this place. And owner. And starter” zey say easily

Red is visibly distressed by the idea of "biting a cat"- visible in the slight downturn pull of his lips and slowed processing time.

"Starter?" Krystal asks.

[bewby]

literally nobody will read this but that's fine. okay honestly idek. like. how to properly get into things anymore or dedicate myself to them but also. it's insane but when i don't have an obsession over something i don't know how to live 🤣 like i actually become really miserable even more which is not normal i need to have obsessions to keep me afloat and to dedicate my entire personality to. like i remember when i wasn't into anything i was so miserable all i did was dedicate myself to my ex which is so bad don't do that like i did. but then i suddenly got into genshin and oh my god i played the game day and night i got sooooo into everything like i suddenly had something to look forward to again and idk. it only feels right to exist when i like something alot .

and then i got into skz later on but the thing is like. i love skz but i can't stan them i don't think i can stan anybody actually. i can love them and appreciate them but i've outgrown stanning i think. i talk about this everyday and literally nobody cares but well i wanna talk about it it's my blog ha ha. but yeah ummm. the thing is also i find it really hard to find friends when i don't have an obsession because i literally have no personality it's worrying genuinely . is this normal. it doesn't feel normal. or is it. am i overthinking or am i right. we all have something we relaly love and that's nice but why do i feel like i handle everything really unhealthily 🤣

then again. life is boring when you don'r have interests . it's nice to connect stuff to your interests and make memes dedicated to them and find a community which i find most important!!!!!! i'm so happy i found friends . and you guys also somehow stick around with me when i don't post skz which is so crazy i cab't believe people follow me and like me i literally think there's people who hate follow me mainly. i'm normal.

whatever ummmm what i initially wanted to say is . getting into new stuff fully has become really difficult for me ever since i started my job in late 2021. it's really hard for me to feel satisfied and joyful and when i DO feel it it's only for a short moment and then i feel bad again. like i remember when i played omori i felt so sso fucking happy but then it was over and i felt like the life gor sucked out of me and i don't know how to properly get into the community either JDJFKCJD i think i had luck with stayblr!!!! but i was also manic around the time i joined 😭

UGH what am i even saying now i'm sharing my entire life story like girl what is this a biography. anyways i wanna get into nct a little more or into more groups properly like mx nct pentagon not just half half but idk how to keep up with everything properly anymore cause i'm so depressed🙌🏻‼️😍 OK BYE

#jesus christ this got long . don't mind this i'm just venting sgain about how dwpressed i am