#and hes like 🥺🥺 and she IMMEDIATELY clocks that something is going on

[nat-20s]

Donna Noble in The Runaway Bride literally shows so much intelligence and compassion in the first five minutes she's sooooo fucking good character of all TIME

[inkdrinkerworld]

Just thinking about dad!Remus LOVING to get his daughter from her crib on the weekends (when everyone can lie-in with no work/plans) and bringing her back to bed for snuggles :( and then breakfast in bed is a staple in the Lupin household!!!!

Oh oh oh🥺

Remus loves Saturday morning. He loves the soft sun peeking through the curtains, loves the way you’re curled into him and loves even more that in about ten minutes your daughter is going to come toddling into the room and crawling up into bed with you both.

Remus has enough time to stretch his wary bones before he hears the pattering against the wood floors.

The door creaks and then he hears a little giggle and almost immediately a smile breaks out on his face.

“Daddy, it’s morning.” Charlotte is halfway up the bed when she starts whispering. “I looked at the clock and there was it said, seven o’clock.” Her words are all clunky and mashed together as she wiggles under Remus’ arm.

“Good morning, Charlie.” Remus runs a hand through her honey waves and down her back. “How’d you sleep? Any dreams about being a fairy?”

Recently, due to her newest bedtime story, she’d been telling you and Remus all about her dreams of being a fairy just like the characters in her book.

“Not last night, I don’t ‘member if I had any.” She shrugs and cozies up a little closer to Remus. He wonders for a moment how much longer he has with her saying words like this. Shortening them and missing some of the letters. Before he can have a little crisis at the fact that she won’t be three forever, Charlotte taps his chest.

“When can we wake up mummy so we can have breakfast?”

“In fifteen minutes, do you wanna watch something while we wait?” Remus already knows what she wants to look at, Ada Twist.

She’s halfway through an episode when you wake up, a gasp at the sight of your baby laying fully on Remus.

“So dad gets a cuddle while I’m all cold?” Charlotte abandons the tv and your husband almost immediately.

“Mummy! You waked up!” You and Remus chuckle. Tenses are hard.

“Yes baby, mum woke up.” You kiss her head and cheeks, giving her a tight squeeze before letting her go.

“Can we have breakfast in bed? I’ll be sure not to have scrumbs.” Her eyes, all honey and mesmerizing like Remus’ go a little wide and you both know it’ll be tough saying no to that face.

“Course Charlie, what do you feel like?”

“Toast and ‘utter with ‘lueberry jam.” You feel your heart clench at how cute she sounds even if she’s struggling with her harsh ‘b’s. You move to get right out of bed and sort her order out when Remus pats your ankle.

“Sit tight, dovey.” He kisses your head and rubs your back before leaving, not needing to ask you what you feel like for breakfast. “Charlie baby, make sure your mama doesn’t try escaping to the kitchen yeah?”

Remus says it like it’s the biggest thing she’ll ever do, a conspiracy plotted between them and when she grins all wide and slow Remus knows she’s going to take her job seriously.

“Only ‘laxing for mummy.” She says equally as seriously and Remus nods, kissing you both again before leaving to the kitchen.

[luvstarss]

can I have a request with jj maybank x shy! reader where you work at the beach in a bar or something like that and stares at him all the time bc you're afraid to ask him out and he gives a typical jj answer for stalking him and you're upset & avoiding him. until kie tells JJ he's wrong it's just you're in awe? Fluff ending please 🥺

You can write it like you want, just an idea! Love it anyway

Oblivious

JJxReader

Warnings:Alchohol.Talk about sex I guess?

I'm working behind the counter as I watch JJ pick out some surf gear "You're staring"my co-worker Leah chimes in "Hm what?"I say as I snap out of my train of thought. She just laughs and continues to stock shelves.

JJ had been coming into the store almost every day for the last few weeks buying random shit like surf wax or a new shark necklace. He comes up to the counter "Just them please" he says as he looks at me with a smile "You've been coming here a lot recently"I giggle with a smile "Surf season coming up good waves and shit I gotta prepare" he replies with a cheesy grin.

I round up his items "fifteen dollars fifty"I say as I open the register "fuck I've only got 10 hold em' for me ?I'll come back to pay for the rest" he replies as he looks through his pockets embarrassment painted on his face."you're good"I say with a small smile "what?"he says looking up “don't worry about it take it as my discount"I say "oh-Thankyou so much"he says  with a warm smile as I give him his stuff and he leaves the surf shop.

Timeskip

“You sure I look okay Ames?”I say in an unsure tone to my best friend Amy as I look in the mirror pulling my dress down and doing what I can to make myself feel more comfortable in the short skin tight material “bitch you look so fucking good” she says as she stares back at me through the reflecting in the mirror.

“don’t worry JJ will love it” she adds with a teasing grin. I give her an unimpressed look through the mirror “I fucking hate the fact I like him” I reply as I brush out the curls in my hair “Can’t help true love” she says with the same teasing grin still painted on her face.

Me and Amy finish up getting ready and head to the boneyard. As we walk onto the sand the sweet smell of alcohol and weed fills my senses. We go over to the keg and fill up our cups. As I look around grasping my surroundings I lock eyes with a familiar blonde boy standing with his usual group of friends wearing his signature grey cargo shorts and black tank top. I immediately look away and turn back to Amy.

“are u even listening?”she scoffs “I-yeah”I reply my tone sounding a lot more unsure than I intended “girl go over there”she grins as she follows my gaze to JJ “No way shut up”I respond with an eye roll.

Somehow throughout the night me and Amy had migrated around the bomb fire with JJ and his group of friends just laughing and talking to each other the alcohol taking slight effect slowly but surely. Me and Jj keep catching each other’s eyes but I ignore it and keep talking to other people surrounding us.

“JJ you just can never admit you’re in the wrong dumbass” Kiara giggles as she sips her drink. “No, she practically tried to fuck me on the fucking sand!”He defends “I mean I wouldn’t have said no to a hot kook” he adds with his signature toothy grin. I feel my cheeks rush in slight jealousy. Amy gives me a look. “JJ you need to get over her” John B. chimes in “Her dad's like a rich kook who owns the whole entire neighbourhood “John b adds deflating JJ's ego.

I get up and go back over to the keg to fill up my cup. Amy jogs over to me “You okay?” she says scanning my face for a signal of how I feel “What? oh yeah, all good” I reply with a small smile “He’s being an ass don’t worry” She says referring to jj talking about that girl “Amy me and JJ have had like two conversations I have no right at all to be jealous and shit “I reply as I run my hand through my hair “so your jealous?” she clocks with a smirk “bitch shut up” I scoff with a grin as we go back over to the group.JJ shouts my name “Hm?”I respond confused as I look at the blonde .

He looks at Kiara then back at me “Your a kook if you were my girl-“He begins clearly trying to prove another point to John B or some shit before he can finish Kiara hits him in the arm “what did I do!”he responds in a defensive tone. I laugh it off as I sip my drink.

Me and Amy end up wondering off from the group I see Kiara talking to JJ.

“JJ she obviously fucking likes you!”Kiara says as she hits JJ arm “Stop fucking hitting me!and no she doesn’t!”he says defending himself“you’re so oblivious”Kiara sighs “You don’t see it because your a guy”she adds “I-cam does not like me your just being weird”he scoffs “fucking talk to her JJ”Kiara adds as she goes off to talk to John B.

Im just stood with Amy as we talk and sip on our drink when I see the blonde slightly stumble over to us “Cam can I talk to you?”JJ speaks as he look between me and Amy . Me and Amy just give each other a look “I-um sure”I reply confused . Amy nods as she walks away back over to the bombfire. “What’s up?”I say confusion still laced in my voice . “Do u like me?shit- I don’t know how do do all this shit-Kiara said you liked me”he says as I runs his hand over his face in embarrassment .

“I-well -“I begin. “I like you and I feel really bad talking about that girl in front of you earlier. Kiara told me and it was a total dick move”he says as he scans my face for a sign of hesitance “wow JJ captain of hookups actually likes a girl?”I grin teasingly.He gives me a look with a grin spread on his face “I like you too Maybank”I laugh “Soo does this mean free shit from the surf shop?”He grins as he throws an arm around me .

Hate the ending of this sooo much. I hope this fits the request enough I tried. Thankyou for the request 💞

[eoieopda]

I am here to request some silly, sweet Channie fluff 🥺🥺 as mild or spicy as you want, idm, just want some deep comfort feat. my favourite fun-sized snack 🥰🥰

the one with chan and the promotion (i)

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader type: drabble (fluff, hurt/comfort) au: fuck buddies to ?, pining rating: 18+ wc: 2.2k (don’t look at me) summary: you need a ride home after getting your wisdom teeth removed. chan just so happens to be free. | part two (4/20/24) cw: chan’s pov, minimal pronoun use (they), no smut but it’s referenced, reader has outpatient dental surgery (not depicted), reference to blood/swelling, reader is doped the hell up. 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

You’re drifting off in some twilight on the other side of a closed door, but Chan’s the one that’s stupefied.

Mechanically speaking, he knows how he got himself into this position: drove here in his car, parked in the lot outside, walked into the front door. His ass is in this very seat because he dropped himself there, and he hasn’t moved in the two hours that have passed since.

None of that explains why he’s in his current position, though — why you reached out to him, of all people, to come with you to something like this.

Why he’s more giddy over that choice than confused by it, even if it turns out that he was your last resort.

He’s lost in thought when your oral surgeon’s head peeks out through the doorway to the recovery room. She asks if he’s “the boyfriend”, and he has no idea how to explain that he’s more of a “semi-consistent fuck buddy”, so he simply says “yes” before allowing her to usher him into the room.

You’re slumped in a reclining chair when Chan walks in, heavy eyelids fluttering as you try hard to fight off sleep. Better still, the gauze in your mouth makes your chipmunk cheeks stick out while your still-numb lips fumble with words. The urge to reach for his phone and snap a picture makes his fingers twitch, but he doesn’t; you’d absolutely murder him if he tried.

“Mmfph?” You grunt when your narrowed eyes manage to clock him standing there.

He grins automatically, fingers reaching up to tip a hat he isn’t wearing. “Mmfph to you, too.”

Whatever drugs they gave you to knock you on your ass aren’t strong enough to overcome your personality; you roll your eyes much more easily than you keep them fully open. That trademark sass must’ve taken a lot out of you, though. You doze off again before he can blink, slumping further in your chair with your head lolled uncomfortably to the side.

Your neck is going to hurt later, he thinks with a frown. 

“Once they get their sea legs back, you should be okay to go.”

Chan jumps when the surgeon pipes up, having completely forgotten anyone else was in the room.

She clears her throat sheepishly, clearly aware that she’s interrupting something. Breezing right past that awkwardness, she pulls a prescription pad from her coat pocket. The top page is promptly ripped off and passed to him with a stern look. 

She warns, “Make sure they don’t take this medication on an empty stomach.”

Damn — only two hours in, and he’s already being promoted from chauffeur to caretaker? It should embarrass him that this fact tickles him thoroughly pink, but it doesn’t. Inwardly, he high-fives himself.

Nice one, Chan!

“Soup is best,” the surgeon continues, once again pulling him out of his own head. There’s a pause before she remembers the kicker; she waves her hand urgently when she finally does. “Nothing spicy, though.”

He nods in understanding, and just like that, she pats his shoulder and disappears out the door. Unsure what else to do, Chan takes a seat on the small stool next to your chair and waits.

And wait, and waits, and waits.

Jesus. What did they give you — a horse tranquilizer?

When your eyes open the second time, they find him immediately. They’re still a bit glassy, but they’re much more alert. Bright, even, which is a bit of a wonder, given the circumstances. Right away, he can tell that the space cadet has — sort of — returned to Earth.

“Can —?” You gesture to your mouth, which struggles to frown around the gauze. 

Uselessly, you flick out your tongue in an attempt to wet your lips. They're dry from all the time you must’ve spent with your mouth open, and his fingers twitch again when he pictures the chapstick in his pocket.

You distract him with what he assumes are words, prompting him to shift his gaze from your mouth to your eyes.

Everything that comes next is garbled, totally incoherent, but he gets the gist. With a quick glance at his watch, he confirms that it’s been thirty minutes since he started watching you sleep, and that feels like enough time. 

Right?

So, he shrugs permissively; you perk up the second you’re given the green light. Bravely, you only whine a little bit when you lay eyes on the slightly bloody, thoroughly spit-soaked material as you pull it away from your gums. 

Chan can’t tell if you’re trying to pout when you hold that mess out to him and stare expectantly, but the intent doesn’t matter much in the long run; the effect is the same. He takes your drooled-on trash without a second thought.

Squinting as he concentrates, he fires it off towards the bin in the corner like he’s trying to beat a buzzer. The pair of you watch as it ricochets off the wall, then drops perfectly in the basket below.

Immediately, he turns back to you with wiggling eyebrows and a smirk. “Bank shot,” he brags.

You ignore the true purpose of his raised hand — a well-deserved high-five — and instead latch onto it.  Gripping tightly as if your life depends on it, you drag yourself up and out of your chair. 

Before you can throw yourself entirely off balance, Chan swoops in to tuck you under his arm. You’re independent to a fault, however; and you glare up at him exactly like he guessed you would. Apologetic, he keeps his distance with his hands raised.

Go for it, then.

All it takes for you to accept defeat is a few wobbly steps toward the door and some curse words muttered under your breath, for zest. You give in faster than you want to and dive into his side with a long-suffering groan. You’re not looking, so he doesn't bother to hide the triumphant smirk that spreads when your arms wrap around his waist.

The walk back to his car takes a lot more effort than he initially expected. Though you cling to him like you’ll float off without him, you insist on attempting to wander in every direction except the one you need to head in. To the best of his ability, Chan steers you across the pavement; you babble through every stumbled step.

“I’m going to open your door now, okay?” He coos once you finally reach his car.

It surprises him slightly — the softness he’s exuding, and how much like a reflex it feels — but he doesn’t dwell on it. He’s got a far more difficult puzzle to solve: getting your wriggling body into his car.

After a few unsuccessful tries, you finally let him usher you out of the way of the door. You spill into his passenger seat like you’re more jelly than bones, knocking your skull against the doorframe as you go.

Jesus Christ.

Eyes wide, Chan ducks down to run his fingers gingerly over what will likely be a goose egg tomorrow. Nervously, he chuckles, “That — uhh — that was quite the entrance. You okay?”

Tilting your chin just so, you push your cheek into his palm and blink up at him slowly like you’ve already forgotten the question. Suddenly, so has he. Several moments whizz by just like that — with his arm raised uncomfortably and your heavy head resting against his hand.

Never in his life has he wanted to kiss a forehead as badly as he does yours. It’s like you’ve got a magnet where your orbital bone should be, and it’s a bit shocking. Whatever magic you’ve got — some sort of tractor beam in your eyes, perhaps — pulls, pulls, pulls, but he stops himself.

That’s not what this is, he reminds himself as he backs away and shuts your door carefully in his place. That’s not who I am to you.

In this moment, Chan is your taxi driver, carting you off to the apartment he’s been in a hundred times — but never once in the daytime.

As he goes, it becomes a little clearer with every kilometer: the sun can’t be beating down overhead because he feels it next to him, warming his arm through his jacket; blinding him whenever his gaze drifts over to the passenger side.

“Chan,” you pout out of nowhere.

Again, your head droops fast and bumps his shoulder. You don’t react to this second knock, but he does, sucking air in through his teeth.

“Need to get you a helmet,” he mutters with a sheepish laugh. “You’re gonna give yourself a concussion at this rate.”

“Don’t need a helmet,” you argue. “I need pork belly, bad. Stop, please?”

Glancing quickly down at you, Chan bites back a smile. You look so adorably pitiful with your hazy eyes blinking one at a time, lips all puffy to match your cheeks. It takes all he’s got to tear his eyes off you and put them back on the road ahead.

He sighs, genuinely sorry. “No can do, champ.”

You repeat the nickname, pop the last letter, and make yourself laugh so hard that you hiccup.

“Your options currently are soup or… well, soup.” He tries to sound firm, but if you pout at him a second time, Chan might throw your dentist’s warning right out the window. “Think it over while I stop at the pharmacy, yeah?”

In the quiet that follows, he swears he can hear the gears turning in your head. He doubts it has anything to do with what he just told you, but he doesn’t mind. Come to think of it, he doesn’t mind any of what this day has turned out to be so far. That doesn’t necessarily surprise him, either.

With the way things currently are between you, you don’t feature much in his everyday life; only weekends and the occasional weeknight. It works well, this thing you’ve got going. He enjoys what you do — that head game of yours is otherworldly — but judging by the glimpses he’s seen so far, he likes who you are, too.

Despite not knowing you on some deeper level, shit like this — being around you for some profoundly asexual purpose — feels natural. Like he could do it more often; be a little more than just a recurring character. If you let him, that is.

Would you let him?

That question rattles around his brain when he pulls up to the pharmacy and dashes inside, too wary to leave you alone for long but wholly unprepared to guide you through a shop in your current state. He’s still thinking about it when he jogs back to his car with your prescription in hand.

That bag is nearly dropped to the pavement below when he sees you, however; and he can’t remember what he was thinking about before because you’re weeping now. In a flash, Chan throws himself into his seat and jerks the door shut behind him, metal groaning in the process. 

“What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t mean to sound so forceful, but he can feel his pulse in his ears. On instinct, he reaches out and places gentle hands on your temples. Eyes scanning for any sign of injury, he tries to bury his urgency in a soothing voice. “Hey — talk to me. Are you okay?”

You blink up at him with wide, wet eyes. Oh, fuck, you’re breaking my heart. His stomach drops at the sight of your lower lip trembling, but then you whimper:

“What if worms don’t have best friends?”

And Chan needs a minute because he can’t believe you’re real, that you’re borderline bereft over worms, or that he’s this fucking enamored.

Before he knows it, he starts giggling so hard that his eyes start to swim. Thankfully, it’s with mirth and not utter devastation like yours. Pinching his bottom lip between his teeth, he wipes a tear off your cheek with the side of his thumb. Just as gently, he tries his best to reassure you, “I’m sure they do.”

“You’re sure?” You repeat with a sniffle. Chan nods; he’s never been more so.

Successfully placated, you fall into thoughtful silence next to him. It doesn’t last long, though. Abruptly, you and your goldfish memory change course: “Can we get pork belly?”

Something in him wants to give you the world in this moment — the moon on a string, or whatever — but he shakes his head, unwilling to budge. But then your face falls, and he blurts out, “When you’re better, I’ll take you out for some.”

And he means it.

You peep, “Maybe next week.”

Chan laughs while he puts the key in the ignition and turns it. Maybe, he thinks, if you remember having this conversation. As the engine roars back to life, a new thought bubbles to the surface in his mind:

Maybe you will remember.

If you do — and if he’s brave enough then — maybe he’ll confess that he’s a liar. He might own up to the fact that, when you called to ask for his help, he didn’t already have the day off like he claimed to; or that the sick time he rushed to claim in the aftermath wasn’t attributable to his health at all. 

Maybe he’ll admit that he doesn’t care how many people you asked before you turned to him because you ultimately did.

Just maybe.

As he backs out of his parking space, Chan casts another glance your way. It takes all the effort in the world for you to do it, but you smile at him with your whole damn face. 

That settles it, then.

He nods once — firmly — and corrects you, “Definitely next week.”

Part two.

[lunarw0rks]

cod dudes with a nurse y/n but make it lowkey realistic: bc lets be real, after a 12 hr shift you do NOT want to hang out with friends, party, or socialize. ur feet hurt from walking and standing all day, your ears are tired from hearing the IV pumps beep all day, and the smell of C.diff makes u want to vomit. nurse y/n just wants to sit down or lay on the couch and be non-verbal... Gaz, price, and rudy are the sweetest. they pick that up real quick after mistakenly asking "hows ur shift" and y/n trauma dumped them for 5 hrs straight. they don't immediately ask for hugs and kisses bc they know u overwhelmed. they just pour u a cup of wine and sit next to you until YOU talk to them first. you lowkey gossip with them on ur day off or randomly be like "omg look at that dude over there next to the parking spot its giving edema". and then theres soap and ghost. Soap is clingy, yall really think hes gonna survive 12hrs of not seeing you? this man was waiting by the door at 7:15 pm. on the dot. wants to hug and kiss you and tell you about his day. but ur just so. fucking. tired. you tried to be as responsive but it always ended up with a tired "mhm". He legit got upset a few times but he'd be a good sport about it tho. eventually he caught on a couple of weeks in and now he just comes and hugs you from behind, kisses ur face, and cuddles you silently (AFTER you throw away ur dirty scrubs and shower. that C.diff smell is yucky yucky). Tells you he appreciates your care and effort for the patients every day :). Ghost.... omgg he said something lowkey offensive to you right after u got home from the worst shift of ur week. and he didnt even know WHAT he said/did, hes kinda bad a picking up ur cues. nurse y/n just turned around slowly, gave him the NASTIEST side eye, and stared at him for a good 2.5 min. This man immediately retreated from ur couch to wherever he was b4 like a hermit going back to its shell lmao. 2 hrs later you find a small written note and ur fave gurl dinner on the dining table.

Alejandro..... this man is SO PROUD of his s/o being a nurse. hes showing you off every chance he gets!!! He takes Nursing week SERIOUSLY. give you massages, spas, gifts, ect. but he doesnt get how tired and overwhelmed you are. you have to physically tell him to stop asking or letting his family asking medical question. "No ale. I will NOT look at auntie's mole on her stomach. when im off the clock im OFF THE CLOCK :("

Valeria threatens to beat up the management for you lol. she hates how you get treated by them sometimes. you didnt get the recognition you deserve. Def bosses her cartel men around to buy you gifts and such. one time she organized a whole day to spoil and pamper you. she gave you her own version of Daisy Award 🥺💞 Konig observes and internally analyzes ur every move. he panics tho. like "OMG she home but she already has a bottle of wine its different from the one she had yesterday.. omg omg she didnt even say hello that means her shifts was extra shitty today.... why is she sipping on the wine for so long and the last sip is longer than all previous sips........" He eventually learned you just need silent company. you were laying on the bed feeling burned out when he came over with some soup, kissed ur hand, and wrapped you in a blanket burrito :).

ah, realistic nurse!y/n. this is a breath of fresh air for me.

they're all trying their best. and honestly, what better pair? they also have an overstimulating, kinda gross (blood and bodily fluids), exhausting career !!

it's a match made in heaven !! (aside from the whole... miscommunication and barely seeing each other thing. but what's a good ship without some gut-wrenching angst?)

[madrone33]

THE WISDOM SAGA IS OUT AHHHH

It was SO much better than I anticipated. Like, I knew it'd be amazing to listen to - 'cause practically all of Jorge's stuff is - but I was less attached to Telemachus as a character than Ody, so while I was settled in for a fun time I wasn't as invested as I had been for the previous sagas.

Little. Did. I. Know.

HOW DO THE SAGAS JUST KEEP BEING SO GOOD LIKE WHAT JORGE DO YOU SLEEP

Anyway, now that it's officially out for everyone, here's 1000+ words worth of excited screeching/rambling/word vomit from my immediate reaction to the audio, when it released at midnight for me! (I'm australian, so I got it 15 hours ahead of the americans lol, but also means I hadn't seen the animatics from the Live at this point)

Also, heads up there's a lot of swearing and I wasn't very coherent, 'cause my brain-to-type filter was non-existent at midnight while in the middle of a HYPE adrenaline rush lol

I feel so awake rn, even though it's midnight lol.

Started smiling as soon as I heard him. He sounds so GOOD!! MICO you're knocking it out of the park!

"Come and give me a sign!" Ayyy the Athena motif!!

Ooh they merged MICO's audition way of saying "if you're dead... or just tooo far"!

"Can I do whatever I takes to keep my mum safe?" aww don't worry bebe Athena's coming!

"Where is the man who'll have to wife?" ooh they really did use the Man of the House lines!

And they dropped that it's been 20 years! That's good, a proper timeline needed to be established at this point or newcomers might get confused.

ohhh shit! That growled "Boy!"

(Also, edit from after I watched the Livestream: HE DID NOT JUST THROW A BOWL AT MY BOY OH HELL NO-)

"Why don't you open her room so we can" oh FUCK OFF ANTINOUS!

oh the LINE! The CHAMP line!

"If I fight this monster" THS MONSTER! It changed from those monsters to this monster, because while he might be having fun thinking of conquering distant monsters out in the world, the real monster is living in his home and he needs his father's strength more than ever and AHHH

(Another edit from post Live: he decided to fight for his mum's honour and thought he'd get a beatdown or DIE in the attempt and STILL put his fists up oh my goddd!! And also, HIM STEPPING INTO THE SPIRIT OF HIS FATHER AHHH)

Ok I hate Antinous already. Like, I really love his voice, it's perfect, Ayron did amazing, but Antinous? What the FUCK! FUCK HIM! And I decided I love Telemachus. He sounds so helpless in that last line 🥺 ATHENA STEP IN!

Listening to Little Wolf now! Oh god I'm scared for Tele

(Edit post Live: YOOO IT'S FULL ON STREET FIGHTER STYLE!)

"Wanna entertain me?" oh EW Antinous!

I just have a permanent stink face on rn lol

"Wanna entertain me?" Still ew, but also aww he didn't do the growl like in the demo

Clock sound effect! ATHENA!!!

she's giving TE/MO type vocal vibes, more than Act 1 Athena lol

"What's going on here??" lmao he's confused about Quick-Thought, like ody wasn't

"Uppercut him. Now." AYYYY FIGHT ADVICE

she's doing the verse melody but for him!

wait what'd she say? "I've no respect for bullies! Those who [something something] will!"

SHE CALLED HIM A DOG HA! What's a dog to a wolf hey antinous >:)

"One young wolf has a larger heart than all these men combined!" awww Athena <3

YES!! SHE'S SINGING THE CHORUS BUT IN HIS FAVOUR!!

the HARMONIES!!

"Oooh, maybe I pushed you a bit too hard..." lol she's too used to ody who is used to her

oh FUCK OFF antinous!

"Tell me, Athena, why you came to my aid..." wait WAIT HE SUNG THE "what keeps you up so late at night myyy friend?" MELODY??? HOLY SHIT!!

Ok that was awesome. We'll Be Fine time!

SHE CALLED ODY HER FRIEND!!

OMG SHE'S DOING THE "MIIIND" RIFF!!

awww she regrets <3

NO THE "SLEEP AT NIGHT" CALLING BACK TO ALL THOSE TIME ODY COULDN'T SLEEP FROM REGRET

omg but her HIGH notes

ooh? 👀 The line changed from "sailed to an island" to "and I didn't die?? What does this mean for HTD's "I heard he's on a diplomatic mission" line?

oh now HIS high notes!!

THEIR HARMONIES!!

awww their motifs mixing! <3 <3

(Edit post Live: lmao him trying to lean on her shoulder and accidentally falling through her instead XD)

Well that was nice! Time for LIP... What am I in for bro

AHA I was RIGHT! The music from the cover art reveal IS here at the start of this song!

OH HOLY HSIT NOT HIS "REMEMBER ME" OMG WAIT GO BACK

The "ohhhh" motif from Remember Them!

TIME DIVE! WITH LYRICS!

oh yo! THESE scenes! We called the Sirens, Scylla, and Thunder Bringer on the discord, but the lines that are being used are INTERESTING

(Edit post Live: the animatics are going CRAZY this saga!)

calypso time...

Ooh calypso's voice is much gentler than the snippets! (I'm determined to not let my bias against her character in the Odyssey colour how I feel about her performance, because Wangui is a lovely person, and her voice is beautiful.)

lmao the awkwardly long pause and then "... ANWAYS!" is always funny XD

the electronic elements when she reveals what she is!

"Time can take a heavy toll." uh oh what's that mean

Damn not the "all I hear are screams"-

...

... holy fuck. Um. My jaw literally dropped what. What. Ok first, her "ody" fuck that. Second, the LEDGE?? Um. UM. I need to rewind please

Oh shit

Oh my goddd JUST LET HIM GO

NOT THE OPEN ARMS NO WHAT THE FUCK NOT POLITES OMG EURYLOCHUS OH FUCK ANTICLEA TOO OH SHIT

no him calling for athena! 😭

the slow clock omgggg

YES GO HELP HIM HE NEEDS HELP

... wait I need to rewind wait shit I'm shaking

ok. Pause. That was.

I guess I called correctly, but it turned out to be a BIT of an understatement when I said there'd be an UNEXPRECTED EMOTIONAL MOMENT! What the FUCK. Oh god that was incredible and I teared up and ah fuck wtf fuck who gave him the RIGHT

TIme for God Games. Shit. Am I ready for Beast Mode Zeus??? No. But I'm doing it anyway! :D

ok that was beautiful. Also her calling him "father" was unexpected but welcome

"... Odysseus." commander motif!!

god I love his voice but I hate him

ok I love how he says "AphroDITE!" I'm smiling, I'm getting into this

also, wait why does he say "or" instead of "and" like the snippets did?

The voice teasers! Ah shit I can't believe I'm going to HEAR THEIR VERSES IN A FEW SECONDS WHAT. Also Hera's voice is VERY interesting!

Apollo? YO?? Wait wait I have to go back and actually listen to the words lmao his voice is cool!

oh the sirens??

Huh. I... don't really get that logic? Athena just said "yeah but they had it coming and now they'll know better" and he replied "understandable have a nice day"?

wow what is that accent? Lemme go back and understand lol

damn those went by quick. Also, not what I'd thought their issues would be. Tho I think someone called the sirens one!

ooh wait I've always loved aphrodite's, this is BEAUTIFUL. I need to go back to the start of the song so I can get her full impact after pausing so much.

ohhh she's the first one to reject athena!

Ares!!

"HOLD YOUR TONGUE NOW! HIS SON'S MY FRIEND!"oop you done fucked up ares

oh I LIKE hera's voice! It's kinda airy but still hella powerful!

damn my jaw hurts from smiling

I hear cheering 👀

ohhh THAT'S what he meant by "or"! Athena was supposed to face either the five gods or Zeus?

"You DARE to defy me!" DAMN Zeus! That growl!

THUNDER BRINGER CHORUS!

lightning bolt to the face lmao

oh? The Wotm motif?

wait. Is the. Is this the "anime character on brink of death thinks of their friends and powers up" moment???

(Edit post Live: shit, zeus. Someone call CPS)

"Let him go..." oh wait that's IT?? NO WHAT SHIT

... lemme hear that end bit again.

WAIT reading through the comments and JORGE'S DAD VOICES HEPHAESTUS?? HOLY SHIT THAT'S EPIC! Now we just need his sister lol.

Oh that's right, I can see the cast now! Brandon McInnis as Apollo, POSEY as Hera, and Mike Rivera as Hephaestus. Nice.

It's 1 am now. Holy shit that was a wild ride. Damn. Hats off to Jorge and all the cast and editors and EVERYONE, that was absolutely incredible!! 💙🙌🏼🎉

... but also JORGE! WHEN I CATCH YOU JORGE-

[sunshinemunchkin]

Hey Mary 👋❤️🫂🥺

I missed you the most 🫶🫂

I have this idea since yesterday, living in my head and now I can’t get over it.

Benedict Bridgerton and Cinderella au (yes, cinderella is my favourite disney movie) 😳 actually I can just imagine him like he is so sweet, poetic and a gentle man. He would do everything for the reader.

I'm getting carried away now, sorry for rambling 🙈

ramble all you want jacky!! i’ve missed you too 🙈🥰 i put my own twist on it, and took it literally! hope you like it. just something to dust off the old writing skills. :))

benedict bridgerton is anything if not poetic. he’s complimented his way into a dance. your entire personality, appearance, and attitude captivated him the second you walked through the doors.

problem is… he has no clue who you are.

lady danbury throws the best balls of the season, if he says so himself, but god forbid the mamas hear him. however, she has imagination, he will credit her that. this ball in particular, is a masquerade ball. one complete with shiny masks, all of which gave him an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

that is until you walked in.

your mask matched your dress in perfection. a dark pink to accentuate your lighter dress of the same shade. a blush, is that correct? perhaps madame delacroix would be proud of his remembrance of the various shades of pink and blue and how they were not all just pink and blue.

your eyes stared through him and he felt his heart drop as soon as you looked away. you didn’t titter or smile seductively at him. no, you, instead, lifted your chin higher, walking into the ballroom and looking around the room. like a predator, waiting for her prey. to which, he was more than happy to grant you with the satisfaction. lifting his own green mask to his face once more, he followed you inwards. into the lions den.

swarmed immediately by anxious mothers and their overeager daughters, he politely excused himself from them all, eyes locked in on you. you were in his sights, and when he was close enough, he let his hand graze your gloves wrist. you, of course, flinch backwards. “my apologies, miss. however, you caught my attention since you entered. would you be so kind as to share a dance with me?”

you in all your glory, grinned, taking the hand outstretched to you. “it would be my pleasure, my lord.” he grins, the song (some waltz benedict notes in his head for later so he can ask francessca the title as he should like to remember this moment forever) begins, the dance floor fills up quickly, you and benedict at the center of it all.

throughout the night, you dance with the man until your feet hurt. spinning until you’re seeing stars, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. that is, upon sharing a lemonade outside with the man, you hear the twelve chimes.

benedict is mid laughter at something you’ve said, he’s taken his mask off, you not being able to bring yourself to do so. however, you do leave your shoes on the sill. unethical and you can practically feel the mothers commenting on such a blatant disregard for societal standards. but the man beside you doesn’t seem to mind. you get the sense that he has been in your shoes, not literally of course. but in the way that he doesn’t care what society thinks of him or what he does.

“you really are too much, where did you say you resided?” you smile around your glass, sipping gently and leaning on the railing. “i didn’t.” he hums, hip jutting out as he examines you. you feel warm under his gaze. about to answer, the clock’s bell rings loud in your head from inside the house, your blood rushing cold.

benedict catches onto the unsettling contortion of your face. “is something wrong?” you look back at him in horror, and a tint of sadness. “i’m- i’m so sorry. i must be going. i did not- i did not notice the time, it is late for me. a thousand apologies.” youre stammering over your words, rushing out of the house, calling back once more. “i did enjoy my time tonight, ben!” he smiles confusedly, but smiling nonetheless.

a heavy sighs casts over his chest, leaning his arm on the railing, his fingers knocking into your shoes that you’ve left behind. he takes them gingerly in his hands, turning them over to examine where the soles of your feet pressed into them and wore them black inside. how the heel was chipped on the outside, and how a couple gems were missing.

they were we loved. something he didn’t think was possible by members of the ton. he couldn’t think of any time where the girls he knew and grew up with wore a pair of shoes to the brink of their decay. not even his own sisters. but you? you either loved these shoes the most, or they were one of your very few pairs.

“i do relish a good puzzle.” he mumbles to himself, the pink gems grazing over his fingers as he awaits the end of the night, so he can begin his search for you tomorrow.

[marcspectrr]

Hi yes hello sending you an ask to ask what some of your top five favorite Steven or Marc moments are? Since the moon knight boys are the best 🌙🤍

TOP FIVE HERE WE GO

Steven asking Layla for help. Steven doesn't even know how shell-shocked he's leaving Layla in this moment, actually voicing the need for help, something she's likely only seen Marc do less than a handful of times. But here Steven is, gently asking her, confused but still so sweet about it 🥺🥺

Marc helping Steven through his first suit transformation. As funny as this scene is, when Steven is looking in the window of the bus and Marc's just giving him older brother look, I CAN'T HELP but think of how there was no one there for Marc when he was first learning Khonshu's powers. And maybe now since Marc couldn't protect Steven from knowing of him, he can at least guide him through it, and be the person he never had when Khonshu entered his life.

Marc on the boat on Cairo. Just simping under those pretty purple lights finally reunited with his wife and reminiscing on their wedding day and making her smile. Getting a taste of what he's been running away from, that unconditional love and care. Hearing Layla offer to help him get through it, without even fully knowing what it is he's going through 😭😭

Steven immediately clocking the fact that Layla deserves honesty, no matter what, and butting his way into her and Marc's drama lol.

Their hugs. Just. All their hugs. Who knew Marc is so good at hugging 😭😭 @nowritingonthewall gifs the best gifs of the moon boys hugging and is an absolute gift for it💜 maybe next season we'll get to see Jake get in on those bear hugs ajdkfkf

RIGHT BACK AT YOU!! What are your top five moon boy moments 👀

[turtledotjpeg]

(chapter 400 spoilers)

i have been fed and i must make stupid internet doodles about it

my wife is so successful and popular (said with distress) and she is doing her best and she just wanted to do healing and said 'noooo' to murders and she cried about kacho and hates being called old and kurapika is the only one she can rely on and i'm gonna cry

more thoughts (not interesting) under the cut because this is an art blog but I am compelled to yell into the void about this chapter

man I was ready to be happy just to see Melody for one panel, but there was So Much in this chapter 🥺 feels like we're getting to see some new facets of her personality (see: Old Maid Melody lmaoo) and it's so fun

it was nice to see her and Kacho getting to interact a bit more openly - for some reason I was expecting nen-Kacho to be more of a separate entity, rather than the "brought back to life" kind of deal where she basically feels and acts like she's the same person? I like it though, I want to see her messing with Melody some more lol

I was wondering if Kurapika's goal might come up re: the fourth prince's invitation, but it seems like the immediate concern with Fugetsu takes priority, which makes sense Zhang Lei also wanting a private audience is interesting, I wonder if that could give her and Kurapika an opportunity to meet up and plan things out before she visits terrorsandwich? Before all that, though, they'd have to deal with Benjamin (assuming it's a first-rank-first-served kind of deal), no idea how that's gonna work out unless they actually pull off the Just Murder Everyone plan

also lmaooo the love confession 😂 one the one hand I feel like all her initial suspicion and mistrust towards glasses guy has to be a setup for him to actually be more honest than she expects, but I still can't help being a bit skeptical of him... both because there has to be something going on with the heartbeat thing, right?

and also, even if it is probably what's most practical for the situation, I'm not toootally sure if I love this "stop being sad and go use your powers to help us do murders" thing lol (granted kacho was very on board with both of those, too, but. idk man, maybe at least try to comfort her a little or something? xD)

that said, he is kind of risking his neck to help them, and i Am extremely in favor of anyone and everyone being in love with melody, so i appreciate him for that haha

okay, totally baseless "theory" #1: he's melody's dead sonata friend possessing the body (& therefore lying about the not believing in ghosts thing) - probably unlikely given Fugetsu is also said to be "possessed" and that looks very different, plus it sounds like that's something Melody should be able to notice? but it'd give him a genuine motive to help her out while lying through his teeth about all the details

or totally baseless theory #2: he's literally just a normal guy with a medical condition

melody: but I just don't get it, HOW can your heartbeat be so calm and steady all the time?!? kaiser: oh, cause of the pacemaker you mean? melody:

(**based on about 2 minutes of research I don't think that's quite how pacemakers work, but it's hxh universe, there could be Something)

(on an unrelated note, I also really liked Tyson in this chapter…sounds like she was basically pressured into a death battle she assumes she won't win, but she's still just out here baking birthday cakes and trying to have a good time :( rootin for her)

...and finally can I just say, even if there was a good reason for it, I think it's hilarious that Melody's reaction to someone liking her is just "hmm... 🤔 kinda sus" alternative responses to "i love you": "with a heart rhythm as precise as an atomic clock?! yeah right!"

[crazyunsexycool]

From reading some of your asks based on The Love we Gave Away, I thought of a little 'What If' where it's maybe the twins birthday and they spend the evening with y/n and Ransom at y/n's place, maybe they have dinner? And when it comes to the twins leaving they all hug and say goodbye and y/n excuses herself from Ransom (he's still in her house), it's been about 10 minutes and so he goes wandering trying to find her and he hears her crying, he goes to the bathroom and opens the door to find her on the floor inconsolable, tears streaming down her face while she sobs, she feels so guilty because they missed out on so much and she feels it's all her fault because at the end of the day, it was her decision to give them up. She blames herself for Ransom not having his children and for the twins not having their biological parents raise them... 🥺 angst angst angst

This is so sad! 🥺🥺

The hockey game

Here is how I see this going. I don’t think it would be there birthday necessarily I think it would be more like a school event. So imagine this…

Theodore loves to play hockey and when the season starts for high school games he invites Ransom and you to his first game. Ransom loves hockey too, he watched every game he could so to have something in common with his son was amazing. It honestly made him so happy to be able to relate to something. Ransom (with Annie’s permission) even took Theodore shopping for new gear and he got the best of the best.

Annie, Abigail, Ransom and you decide to wear the school colors to support Theodore. The game is almost over. There are just a few seconds on the clock and Theodore makes the last shot, winning the game. He’s the new kid in school and on the team so this is a huge deal. The team is going wild and the crowd is cheering, especially Ransom. More than that Theodore skates over to the section you’re sitting at with the biggest smile you’ve seen from him. Over the barrier Theodore and Ransom hug and celebrate before Abigail and Annie rush forward and celebrate with him.

The guilt hits you square in the chest as you watch Ransom pulling Theodore in for another hug. It’s all to much, the lights are too bright the crowd is too loud and someone you get pushed around and disappear out the door.

****

Ransom had turned to tell you something but he only found a sea of people where you once stood. He immediately knows something is wrong. He excused himself with Annie and tells her he’ll meet them outside once Theodore has changed and come out of the locker room.

Ransom didn’t have to go too far to find you. Just outside of the ice rink there was an empty conference room. Well it was almost empty, you were the only one in there. You were sitting at the table with your hands covering your face but it was obvious what was happening. The sniffles and the shaking of your shoulders gave it away instantly. Ransom closes the door behind him and silently takes the seat beside you.

"What's wrong, Thimble?" Ransom asks softly, a hand on your back.

"We missed so much. You missed the chance to teach them how to ice skate and how to play and it's all my fault. Was it the right choice? I mean there are moments we will never get to be a part of and I took that from you. I took away their parents."

"Hey no don't do that. I also gave up my parental rights, remember? As their parents we made the best decision we could so that they had the best future."

"But everything we missed out on..."

"What about everything we'll get to see and celebrate? Prom, Graduations, relationships, weddings, their careers. There are still a bunch of firsts that we can be a part of." Ransom says as he wipes away one of your tears. "You're going to miss out on one of our firsts with them because you're in here crying instead of out there celebrating with him. He asked for you."

"Really?" You look up at Ransom with hopeful eyes and he smiles.

"Really. Now lets get you cleaned up before we go celebrate the teams first win and lets make it memorable."

[drewsbuzzcut]

https://www.tumblr.com/drewsbuzzcut/748857331443499008/when-the-kids-get-older-scarlet-and-tito-trust

Aww Mateo🥺🥺

Can we have a blurb on this pls??

Warnings: mentions of panic! (The twins are 15 and Mateo is 18)

Mateo is worried, feet burning holes into the carpet of his bedroom and hair being pulled at every which way.

He’s on babysitting duty tonight. He volunteered gratefully, so his parents can enjoy a date night. It’s not like the twins even needed a babysitter; Evelina and Adrien are 15, but Mateo told his parents that he’d watch over everything. Which is why he’s freaking out. The twins so graciously snuck out through Adrien’s bedroom window and now Mateo has no clue where they could be. Plus his parents are on their way home.

The sound of the front door opening makes Mateo’s blood run cold. He knows the twins would never be careless enough to come in through the front door; they’d climb back in through the window. It’s his parents. Mateo feels a lump form in his throat and tears sting at his eyes.

He almost numbly descends down the stairs, coming face to face with his extremely happy parents.

Scarlet knows something is up the second she clocks her son’s pale face.

“Mateo, what’s wrong?” She asks, immediately pulling out of Anthony’s arms.

“I- I,” he mutters, his words getting lodged in his throat and making that lump bigger.

Scarlet’s face grows worried which makes her oldest panic.

“I- I don’t know where they are. They just said they were going to watch a movie in Adrien’s room and I went to tell them goodnight, but they weren’t in there. The window was open, too,” Mateo finally spits out.

Scarlet and Anthony stay quiet for a moment, trying to process what they’ve been told. She knows good and well that the twins have formed an early habit of sneaking out.

“I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t know that they were going to sneak out. This is all my fault. I’m so sorry,” Mateo blurts out, small teardrops trailing down his cheeks.

It snaps Scarlet out of her frozen state and she pulls her baby into a hug.

“It’s not your fault. I know you wouldn’t have let it happen. Calm down, Mateo. Take a deep breath,” she soothes him and Anthony takes him into his arms.

The three move to the couch while Scarlet dials and redials the twins’ cellphones. All her calls go unanswered. But within a few, long minutes, they hear a thud coming from one of the bedroom’s upstairs.

“Evelina and Adrien, you both have one minute to get down here,” Anthony shouts.

With wide eyes and guilty smiles, they trudge down the stairs.

“Grounded for a month. I don’t care what either of you have to say. I don’t care what party was so important that you had to sneak out. You had your brother scared because he didn’t know what the hell happened to you. I already warned you both about sneaking out; it’s not tolerated in this house. Give dad your phones and go to bed,” Scarlet says in an eerily calm voice.

The twins don’t even argue. They just hand their phones over and go back up to their rooms.

Next to Scarlet, she hears Mateo release a heavy sigh of relief.

[wayfinderships]

I have arrived at last to give you a brief attempt at a gush about Hea.thcl.iff--that fictional man is the love of my life, I swear--

I can't even really tell you what drew me to him? I had a few friends who had him on their crush list when the game first released, and I knew someone who liked him up until they saw his teaser trailer mention Ca.ther.ine ... then they dropped him immediately. I went into the game expecting to like Gr.egor or Meu.rsau.lt, but no ... Hea.thcl.iff completely took me by surprise--although I did read his source novel before the game dropped, and I had a moment where I thought, "I really hope this doesn't awaken anything in me," because I thought he'd be a platonic--as you can see from the state of my blog, that was absolutely not what happened. /lh

I know a lot of people perceive him as "dumb" and "violent," but if you read the story--yes, even the early chapters--that really isn't the case. In the first Ca.nto, he actually picks up on a scheme some enemies are hatching: to let the Sinners through and then immediately attack them when they come back around to the exit. And the one time in Ca.nto II where he seems like he's being a problem, he actually gets the enemy to break something valuable, allowing the Sinners to advance a bit easier. Also, in Ca.nto IV, the enemy actually acknowledges Hea.thcl.iff's words as being wise, to the point he makes a point of hoping to avoid choosing people for his little band based solely on their education--in the future, that is.

He's also such a sweetheart--in Ca.nto IV the Sinners took a heavy blow from an explosive, and even though Hea.thcl.iff was hurt, he was more worried about Don Qu.ixo.te ... he tells Da.nte to turn back the clock because "the blonde lass is dying"--not because he's hurt. He also expresses concern for Is.hma.el in that Ca.nto that I feel a lot of people overlook because of how often they're at each other's throats--and even in the more recent update he's been telling people to leave Don Qu.ixo.te be because ... she's just being herself and there's nothing they can do to change her.

I said above I read his book before the game released, and I do feel that was part of why I immediately liked him so much. He's been through so damn much--you've seen me talk about the racism he's dealt with in canon--and I want the best for him. And Sherry's the same way--I think it's amusing I created her before Limbus released, but she happens to also be from a British series ... it's as if she and Hea.thcl.iff were meant to be ... and if I hadn't fallen for Hea.thcl.iff, I wouldn't be friends with a good chunk of my current Li.mbus mutuals, either! He's just incredibly dear to me ... he's made my life so much better, and I just like to imagine a universe (or multiple) where Sherry does the same for him.

This is not brief, my goodness--you let me talk about this man and I won't shut up--

~ 🪻

Hiiii Sarah!! :D First off I just wanted to say I was smiling the whole time reading this-akgnskf I can just feel how much you love Hea.thcl.iff and it's so sweet <3 So fun how he took you by surprise and now he's the love of your life!!

He sounds like such a cool and amazing guy!🥺 Acjsnfksjfjd I want to be his friend maybe even sibling so hard now!!!

Also awwww! You two were certainly meant to be if you ask me! Anytime I see Heathcliff I immediately go "omg that's Sarah's beloved!!" I'm sure that you've made his life so much better, just as he's done for you! He loves you sooo much! And thank you for telling me about him! :>

[sgtbradfords]

Chenford+ part 2 to love confessions 🥺🙏🏻

Read Part One, here!

Tim's knuckles rapped against the wooden door.

tap, tap, tap

Impatiently he rocked back on his heels, shoving either hand into the front pockets of his jeans as he breathed in deeply through his nose. He held the breath for a handful of seconds. One. Two... Five. Before slowly releasing it out the same way.

They had come close today. Had the barrel of the pistol been pointed another inch or two to the right, Lucy Chen would no longer be among the living.

The thought caused the ever present knot in his stomach, to twist. Earlier that morning, he had awoken in bed to the sound of his aggravating alarm, cold and alone, just like he had every morning for the last seventy-three days. Only this morning had been somewhat of an anomaly. There had been a feeling, something confined to the realms of his stomach and head, that had him immediately on edge. And Tim, he had long ago learned that not listening to that feeling, was apt to get you killed.

The metallic sound of a lock turning, dragged him out of the nightmare they'd almost lived.

Lucy stood before him with her hair in an errant mess, darkened strands that had become tangled from relentless tossing and turning, wearing a black shirt Tim recognizes as one of his own. He doesn't know what else he had been expecting, knowing that the hands on the clock were inching further and further away from the midnight hour, but it wasn't this.

"Don't you think you chewed my ass out enough for one evening, Sergeant Bradford?" Her voice rasped as she stood in the doorway, effectively blocking him from entering into her humble abode. "Or did you come here for round two?"

He glanced over her shoulder. The apartment Tim had once considered to be his second home, was casted only in the faint glow that came from kitchen. A part of him expected her to still be a awake, possibly sitting in front of the TV with a plate of comfort food and a glass of wine, decompressing in only ways that would work for Lucy. But the other part, the part that knows exactly how Lucy handles the tougher days of the job, knows that it was wishful thinking.

His gaze met the brown eyes that haunted both his dreams and his nightmares, finding a storm that raged behind them.

She was pissed.

And rightly so.

He had been more than a little harsh earlier as she sat alone along the running board of the ambulance. There was a sterile white bandage covering the graze along her neck, the only injury visible to the eyes but Tim knew that had sustained a hit to her vest and that a black and blue bruise would be marring her sking for days to come.

'You're fucking lucky to not be laying on the fucking concrete with a bullet in your head.'

'How could you have been so reckless?'

'Did you learn nothing as my goddamn boot, Officer Chen?'

Reflecting on his words as he sat in darkness of his office, unable to go home for reasons he knew all too well, harsh was too nice of a word to call his admonishing. He had been running off the adrenaline that came after the intense situation and had let his fear, his emotions, cloud every word that flowed freely off his tongue.

But that doesn't excuse his behavior.

He had been a complete asshole.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Tim hopes he can undo the damage he has caused. He had thought in the silence on the drive over to her apartment, about what he could say or what he could do to rectify the situation.

Obviously he could apologize, offer Lucy an 'i'm sorry', 'i'm an asshole', or a 'you didn't deserve that.', that could provide her an explanation for his actions. But this went so much deeper than that.

Seventy-three days ago, he broke up with the woman who had wormed her way into his heart, and become the most important person in his life.

Because you have to protect your heart before worse comes to worst, right?

Thirty-four days ago, he had shown up at the same door he stood in front of now, with the lame excuse of looking for one of his black Metro shirts and for some reason unbeknownst to him, she had let him in.

That next morning, as the sun rose in the eastern sky and the early morning traffic began their daily commute, the woman he loves had told him that he'd "Lost the right to show up here and fuck me when you broke up with me, Tim.".

Hearing those words come from her mouth with such venom, was worse than any gunshot, stab wound or broken bone.

And yet instead of fixing the situation then - instead of sitting down on the edge of her bed and explaining his fears, telling her just how afraid he is to once again lose someone he loves, someone he would lay his own life down for, he had briskly finished getting dressed and walked away.

But standing here now, Tim was determined to make things right.

Even if it was too late.

Lucy's gaze softened at his silence. "Tim?"

Surging forward, his hand framed her face before his lips roughly captured her own.

A quiet noise of surprise fell past her lips and for a split second did she freeze, long enough for Tim to realize what he was doing and contemplate pulling away, but then she responded. Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck while her nails scraped gently across his scalp.

He walked her backwards and in the direction of the kitchen island until her back touched the cool stone, causing her to gasp.

"I can't lose you." he whispered, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against her own. Their breaths mingled, his lips brushing against hers. "I won't lose you, Lucy."

The push of his chest had him opening his eyes as she took the opportunity to escape. Something inside his chest fractured as he watched her move across the kitchen.

"I'm not doing this again, Tim." Lucy gasped, pulling open the refrigerator door without a second thought.

No longer were they open books and there were walls that had once been demolished, that had once again been built from the bottom up. But he was more than willing to take his walls down brick by brick, if she was willing to do the same.

"You hurt me."

"I know I did," He acknowledged softly, taking a seat behind the counter of the island as she closed the refrigerator door and turned around to face him. "But that was never my intentions, Lucy."

Lucy raised a brow, placing an unopened bottle of water onto the counter that stood in between them. She hadn't been expecting him to be so willing and open, but Tim was determined to right his wrongs.

"It wasn't a lie when I told you that you're good at what you do, Luce." he started off slowly, watching as her brow creased. "But I had already been down that road once before and when you started studying for the detective's exam, looking into moving to intelligence or narcotics in order to continue working undercover, it brought up some things from the past that I never dealt with."

"So instead of us talking about it, you thought the best course of action was to break up with me?"

He leaned back on the barstool, crossing his arms over his chest. "I wasn't going to stand in your way."

Her brown eyes searched his own, looking for a hint of fabrication as she worried her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

Dryly he found himself releasing a noisy breath, shaking his head. "Lucy, we never talked."

"That's not true," she exclaimed defensively. "We talked all the time."

"We either talked about work or we didn't talk at all. But besides that night where you told me how much you love working undercover, we never sat down and had a conversation about the things that would affect our relationship." Taking a steadying breath, he continued to rip off the Band-Aid. "I went to Grey about the Court Liaison position without talking to you about it first, and you made moves behind my back to get me out of that position and into Metro. You kept the fact that you were studying for the detectives exam and I didn't tell you that I was talking to Isabel until the morning she showed up here.

Those were things we should have discussed with one another, instead of making decisions that we thought were in the other's best interests."

A silence fell over the conversation as he watches Lucy glance away. He doesn't think he knows she's doing it, but her hand raises to absentmindedly play with the pendant of the necklace he had given her all those months ago. He didn't realize she still had it. With good reason, she never wore it anymore.

"You're right," her gaze returned to his own. "Communication is key in any relationship and somehow, we both managed to let one of our greatest qualities, become our biggest flaw."

Tim pursed his lips, nodding along in agreement. They had always excelled at communicating, even before they took that extra step to further their relationship. But just like many aspects of any relationship, correspondence was something that you had to continuously maintain.

"I never meant to keep anything from you." he licked his lips, finding his mouth suddenly parched as he reached across the counter for the unopened bottle of water. "I let my past get in the way of what matters most and for that, I'm sorry Lucy. You deserve better."

He watched as she gave him a brief nod, her gaze softening with every passing second, and Tim thinks that for the first time in almost four months, they're finally on the right track.

"Well if we're going to talk about it, then think I should apologize too." Tim found himself opening his mouth to interject. Just because he was apologizing, didn't mean she had to, but then she made her way around the island. "Being with you was the most important relationship I've ever been in, and while I tried to treat it as such, repeatedly I failed."

Tim twisted his body on the barstool, turning to face Lucy as she took the seat beside him.

"Tim?" she tilted her head slightly to the side, her voice soft as she clasped her hands together in her lap. "Where do we go from here?"

He sighed, rubbing a hand over the five o'clock shadow that was sprinkled along his jaw.

Colleagues. Acquaintances. Friends. Wherever they decided to go, the term that defined who they were to one another, would never be enough. But a relationship... Were either of them ready to dive right back in?

"Come over," Lucy's brow raised as he blurted out the first semblance of a thought that came to his mind, before quickly backtracking. "For- for dinner. A meal. Food. Between two..."

Awkwardly he chortled, drumming his fingers where they rested on top of his thigh.

"Between two...?" She repeated with the hint of a smile pulling at either corner of her lip.

"Between us."

"Us." Lucy stated softly and Tim wonders if the word rolled off the tip of her tongue as easily as it did his own. Her gaze searched his own, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. He clinched his fist in his lap in an attempt to prevent himself from reaching out like he used to.

"We can talk," About anything, everything, nothing. Tim wanted to know where her head was at when it came to her working undercover, but he also wanted to know how her day went, he wanted to know how she stepped in gum while chasing down a suspect or how she had slept the night before. The good, the bad, the ugly. He wanted it all. "Whenever you're ready."

"I-"

"No rush." he told her tenderly as he stood. "Just think about it, ok?"

The ball was officially in her court and whatever she decided to do with it, it would be ok. Because having Lucy Chen in his life in any capacity, even if it is nothing more than just being friends, is what he wants.

Giving her one last parting glance, he made his way towards the door feeling much lighter than he had in months.

Tim wasn't sure where things were headed, but somehow he knew, it was all going to be ok.

[ofmermaidstories]

the other day you said something something love triangle but the real question is who would YOU choose

no polyam, someone's heart has to break

Ok ur ON.

First thing’s first: what’s our perimeters? What flavour of Love Triangle? Bakugou vs. Deku? Bakugou vs. Kiri? Deku vs. Kiri? Do we exclude Bakugou because I have an obvious bias? Add a different character for the fun of it? Shinsou vs. Monoma? Iida vs. Sero? Iida vs. Bakugou??? (Sorry, I just really like Bakugou 🥹) Do you guys want a little Villain action??? Dabi vs. Shiggy??? Dabi vs. Aizawa???? Aizawa vs. Hawks?????

And THEN—pretending we narrow that down, which Merms do we want in the ring? Are we talking true-to-life Merms (lazy, self-destructive, holds massive grudges)? Or Palatable Fic-ified Merms (stubborn about asking for help, passionate, loyal)? Do we treat this like I’ve always been apart of their world, or is this a isekai situation where I’m armed with meta-knowledge about them? (that seems a bit rude tbh…. going in knowing intimate things about them that someone else mightn’t 🥺)

This is my proposed scenario, just so we have something to answer with, but feel free to send more challenging ones lmfao:

Palatable Fic-ified Merms, always apart of the BNHA world, and it’s between Bakugou and Deku (because I’m currently writing them).

We’ll go with my usual m.o. as a set-up: civvie, not apart of the Pro Hero world (bc id rather die lmfao), maybe in some kind of service-based industry to facilitate a meeting! I’m fairly good at people-focused jobs, and I don’t date/use dating apps, so to get into a relationship with me you’re either going to need to literally bang on my door, or we see enough of each other to form some kind of polite relationship that eventually ramps up.

Okay, so we’ll pretend we have that all done: what’s our inciting event? Do I get to know one of them before the other? Even if you had both Deku and Bakugou coming into [workplace] together, Deku is so much more of a people-person—he’s going to be the one that talks, that introduces the both of them—the one that anyone is going to get to know first. And since fic!Merms is me, I feel confident enough to say that that dumb bitch would be like “omg 🥺” about Deku immediately. He’s such a sweetheart! A people-collector! You end up in his orbit whether you want it or not! It would be so easy to get swept up by his goodness, I think, especially if you’re a tiny bit vulnerable (stubborn about asking for help).

Just to make things interesting, let’s give fic!Merms one of my greatest flaws—boop 🪄✨! now she’s insecure! So here’s this shiny, good-boy superhero who is like, how are you, how are things, we missed you the other week—and fic!Merms is just like, wow, he’s so nice, i will never indicate any interest ever :)

But uh-oh! Kacchan’s there! Kacchan who has Sneaky Introvert Syndrome—who notices everything!!! Because he’s watching!!! Silently!!!! Like a creep!!!! Kacchan’s not a dumbass—he’s going to clock immediately that fic!Merms has a crush on Mr. Oblivious Greatest Hero there. And tbh I think he’d just kind of roll his eyes about it (idiot extras, he thinks, unkindly)—until, uh-oh, something happens! The crush either gets us into an embarrassing situation, or a dangerous one (there’s an attack, and Deku shouts for us to get down, or something, but we hesitate because he’s hurt—and Kacchan has to barrel in and get us out of the way!). Afterwards, Kacchan tells us bluntly, “Either get over it, or pick your balls up from the ground and tell ‘im.”

“And what am I meant to do with them later on?” We ask, mulish. “Put them in the same purse as yours?”

“Drop ‘em again, since you’re so good at being a pussy,” Kacchan would say, unimpressed.

This doesn’t change a thing! 😌 We resolve to ignore him—only it’s a little bit hard to, sometimes, when Deku sweeps by with his easy smile and sunshine-yellow cape, and Bakugou’s beside him, flinty-eyed. 🥺 Ruining the view!!!

(“Tell him,” Bakugou says one day, stopping by without Deku. “‘M sick of your stupid moony face.”

“Shut up!” We hiss—this is embarrassing!!!

“Tell him,” he says, louder. “Or I’m gonna do it for yer.”)

It’s a nightmare! Sometimes a girl just wants a harmless little crush to waste time with, an indulgent lil daydream, and now we have this ASSHOLE stomping around demanding we ruin that for ourselves by doing something as stupid as confessing our feelings! Hateful!!! Why would anyone do something that dumb!!!

While that torment is happening, we end up eating out with them—Deku and Bakugou, and a couple of their friends. Crammed in some tiny bar, eating chicken skewers and grilled okra and holding giant glasses of cheap beer. And it’s easy. We’re wedged between Deku and Bakugou and their friends are friendly and curious and have funny stories—and it’s a good night! We don’t worry about our stupid crush being Revealed, or even meaning anything. Not until Deku turns to listen to us as we’re explaining, too excited, some personal project (something fun and dumb we do in our quiet time, alone) to one of the others—and he’s smiling because he’s glad we’re having fun and we fumble with our words because oh, oh no, he’s really close and it’s unnerving and we forget the point of what we were talking about—

“Yeah, and?” Bakugou prompts, annoyed, passing us a plate of more skewers. “Don’t just end it there, dumbass—explain it.”

(We launch back into our explanation—and completely miss the confused look Deku gives Kacchan, who’s determinedly not looking at him)

Oh but Merms, you say, this is too easy—Bakugou’s winning!

Nope! Wrong! Because while Bakugou was being a grade-school asshole, Deku was doing what Deku does best—being his shiny good-boy self! Stubborn about asking for help—one day after work (or during! sometimes you just gotta have it out!) Deku finds us, idk, crying or something.

“What’s wrong?” He asks with all this maddening concern, like he really cares (he probably does). “Are you alright? I’m here—it’ll be okay.”

Sometimes all you need is the right person to ask the right question at the right time—we blab it ALL. Whatever our [insert problem here] is, he hears it ALL. Traumadump! He’s probably a little baffled, but I think a few years of being a Pro Hero means he’s seen the worst of it, and then some—he stays with us. Accompanies us home, afterwards. Maybe we detour to grab dinner, and it ends up involving more venting, more reassurances—we have an emotional hangover when he leaves that night but!! Then our phone pings!!! It’s Deku, saying that he’s asked [insert another Pro here] who has a Quirk that can help/experience in [problem here], and that if it’s okay, they’ll [insert beginning of solution here].

It’s so—reliving. Overwhelming. When we see Bakugou next, sans Deku, and he decides to be Rude about our crush we’re a little harsher than usual, sharper, in telling him to shut up. And Bakugou’s not a dumbass—he knows immediately that something’s shifted. He drops it, his mouth tightening, and we are chilly to him (we’re chilly to each other) for weeks afterwards.

But how is this a triangle, Merms? You ask! Where is the choice when someone is just so good?

Haha! You walked right into it! Because while Deku is the overwhelming good, the outreached hand promising it’s okay, I’ve got you, I will fix this, Bakugou is smoulder, the force that pushes us into being something better, because we have to, because we always had it. Problems will generally get worse before they get better—ours snowballs, the help Deku wrangled in exacerbating the issue. We explode! Remember, we gave our Mermie stand-in some passion—so BOOM! We can’t hold it anymore! We unleash and it’s Bakugou who appears, during the wreckage—with his giant Sneaky Introvert Ears, and his stupid Sneaky Introvert face, watching us warily—carefully.

“C’mon,” he says. “You can lose y’re shit, but ain’t any use in giving up.”

(He’s right, of course, as much as we don’t want to admit it. But we get back up, and when it comes time to patching everything together he’s there—Mr. Sneaky Introvert Stand-by, who grumbles but doesn’t leave.)

Have you ever been caught between two people? And maybe they’re so different from each other, and you, on the outside—but on the inside they’re both made of the same golden soul, the same strength and determination and you want that for yourself, in yourself? So you try to match it: you try to prove that you can help yourself, that you can be just as brave and as wonderful. You try to prove to Deku that his kindness doesn’t exist in a vacuum—that it can be returned, even in small things (you help others; you have lunch waiting for him, sometimes. you reach out a hand to him when he’s having a bad day, an ugly day, a day that shuts him down and drains him out). You try to prove to Bakugou that you’re made of the same firepower he is—that you can wield it, just like he can (you stick up for yourself; you show up for others, without them asking. You grin at him when he walks in, unwavering. Unflickering).

Things always come to a head, though. Best Friends isn’t a term either would use for the other—they both save that for other relationships, formative ones that built them up in ways neither of them were equipped to do for each other at the time. It isn’t enough to describe what they are to each other. What they have been. It doesn’t describe how they know each other like the ins and outs of their own souls, and how that means they can see it when the other eases in your presence. When one of them laughs too easily (Deku), or grins too sharp—sudden and bright and unexpected, like lightning (Bakugou). They don’t talk about it. It’s almost a kindness… until something goes terribly, terribly wrong (a massive villain fight, upending half the city and leaving it in embers), and one of them is caught in the blaze of a building, trying evacuate it—the other bleeding out in the middle of the battle-field, their latest threat curling over them, gloating.

We’re about to lose them both! But facing this, seeing this, one thing is clear—the worry for them, for them both, is hot and sickly and awful, but there’s one face we think of first, when it happens.

[jasminebelle096]

Alright everyone, TPOT 8 is out! Here's what I thought of this episode

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!

This episode was so exciting to watch, I'm telling you. First of all, Yellow Face stealing limbs is just funny to me, and it ended up being helpful for his team.

Then, it was nice that they brought up back the fact that Barf Bag gets more energetic (and strong) when she is filled with water.

Also poor Donut without his arms, it just looks so weird lmao. Speaking of which, are we going to point out that Four was there when everyone cheered for Donut to eat the gum? I just-I just thought it was funny

Then we have the eliminations

Goodbye Cake, my sweet boy, you'll be missed

And also Rocky who got mad and flapped his little wringly legs to be in the air, about to commit destruction with his vomit until Two stopped him in time, I don't know it was funny too (but I'm sure it'll get less funny once we get to see what is going to happen in the volcano, it's a feeling I KNOW something is going to happen with this volcano from the moment it cracked a bit when Rocky got thrown in)

Yeah Two learned how to act quickly after what happened with Lightning

Also can someone free the debuters please?

Now when Tree wasn't appearing, I got worried, but then it turns out that, since Teardrop used Tree's body in the last challenge to bring the water back in the sea, Tree literally turned into a big ass tree rising from the sea like an ancient wise god or something

And yay Death Pact is not up for elimination thanks to Marker :D

Also Golfball and Puffball teaming up is something I never thought it would keep going, but it did

Tennisball when Golfball goes with Puffball: :(

Eraser, Pen and TV: Don't worry we got you bro

Tennisball: :)

(It was so cute aaaaaaaahhhhh)

But are we going to talk about how Basketball is so worried for Robot Flower and no one gives a fuck, and her face when Bell told her that it was Basketball's fault in the first place (Bell I like you but you don't know the whole story)

Pillow to Robot Flower: You're incredibly violent I like your style :)

And when Winner told Two that they should stop trying to reconcile Winner and Clock, Two looked so hurt It made me so sad 🥺

Then goes the little moment between Two and Gaty (they are besties confirmed you honor), Gaty talking about Book and telling Two that they should give time to Clock and Winner (wink wink time pun)

But then it's ruined by Basketball being set on fire by Robot Flower, and everyone is screaming while Gaty was like "nope I'm out" lmao

It happened so suddenly it made me laugh

Now for my biggest favorite parts of the episode:

WE GOT TO SEE LEAFY AND FIREY AGAIN IN ONE SHORT SCENE

I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY I LITERALLY SCREAMED OUT OF JOY WHEN I SAW THEM, ESPECIALLY LEAFY !!!!!

LEAFY MY GIRL I MISSED YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

YOU AND FIREY FOUND YOUR ISLAND I WISH YOU THE BEST FOR YOU TWO YOU GUYS ARE NOW HAPPY TOGETHER

AND I JUST LOVED SEEING SNOWBALL AND GRASSY INTERACTING

SNOWBALL IS TEACHING THE CHILD HOW TO KILL

BASKETBALL IS NOT GOING TO BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS

HE'S PUTTING SO MUCH TRUST IN GRASSY BRO

AND SNOWBALL BEING CONCERNED FOR TEARDROP WAS JUST SO ADORABLE 💕💕

"Yeah she's vulnerable now, but she's sick I don't think that would be nice"

SNOWBALL YOU JUST OWNED MY RESPECT FOR YOU, YOU WERE MY FAVORITE FROM THE START AND THIS SCENE MADE ME LOVE YOU EVEN MORE

AND THEN NEEDLE WHO IS LITERALLY DESTROYING HALF OF THE MEMBERS OF "JUST NOT" GIRL IS FUCKING SAVAGE

AND OF COURSE LET'S NOT FORGET TEARDROP TRICKING ERASER

When Eraser was getting a bit of sympathy for Teardrop I IMMEDIATELY knew that Teardrop is going to use this moment at her advantage, I was like "oh oh, Teardrop is totally going to trick Eraser and pushing him in the water"

AND SHE DID THIS ABSOLUTE MAD GIRL

And at the very end, Tree and Black Hole interaction is just

It's just-

THEY SOUNDED SO SAD

Yeah after what happened in TPOT 7 these two needed to talk 😭

However, I would like to point out something interesting that I noticed.

When Robot Flower said "Out of my way I need my space"

She sounded...hesitant, or maybe lost of words

Do you think Robot Flower is slowly realizing about what she is doing but cannot stop herself as she has been programmed to act this way now?

That her original self is gradually, unconsciously, coming back?

I don't know, it's just something I thought and I hope that everything will be solved for Robot Flower

Anyway that's all I have to said, this episode was very exciting and I can't wait to see what is going to happen next

If I could vote (cause I can't lol) I would vote for Gaty because I think her friendship with Two is important, and I would vote for Tennisball cause he improved :)

[zestychili]

One whiff away

Summary: bean and Eddie spend an afternoon together and Eddie practices what he’s learned in school ☺️🥺💕 in this AU eddie goes to culinary school.

Authors note: this was written by me but certain parts were aided by an Al tool to improve story flow and dialogue flow. this is a tiny blurb that l've created, I have many more ideas if you guys want more please request or comment💕🥺.

Eddie had been practicing this dinner for weeks at school and it was time to make it at home. He had gone to the butcher early in the morning to pick out the perfect steaks for him and his beanie baby. He had spent hours researching the best way to season and cook them to perfection while he had free time. He loved putting the knowledge he learned in school to good use.

Eddie loved nothing more than coming home after a long day and seeing his little puppy, Bean, eagerly waiting for him at the door. He would pick her up and give her kisses, marveling at how tiny and adorable she was in his arms. These were the happiest and most tender moments of his day always.

Eddie was laying on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, resting his feet for a bit when Bean climbed onto his chest and snuggled into his neck. He smiled and petted her little head, enjoying the warmth and comfort of her furry body.

Bean nuzzled into his curly hair, and Eddie could feel her tiny breaths tickling his skin. He laughed softly and turned his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"Bean, you really love my hair, don't cha?" Eddie said, amused.

Bean looked up at him with her big brown eyes and wagged her tail, letting out a little yap.

Eddie chuckled and petted her again, feeling her soft fur under his fingers. "Well, I guess it's a good thing I like having you around to snuggle into it," he said.

Eddie drifted off to sleep , Bean still snuggled up against him.

He woke up suddenly to the loud tv commercials and started to realize that Bean was still curled up against him, sleeping peacefully.

He smiled down at her and gently picked her up, cradling her in his arms. "You know Bean ,I think we make a pretty good team," he said softly.

Bean yawned and stretched, still sleepy from her nap. Eddie kissed her head and settled back onto the couch, feeling grateful for the love and companionship of his little puppy.

When Eddie looked at the clock it was 8:00 pm. He still had time to make some dinner now, he picked up his hair and stood in the kitchen with his apron on while the steaks were sizzling on the grill. He felt confident that they were going to turn out amazing.

Bean was curled up on the couch still, taking a nap after a long day of waiting for Eddie. But as the smell of the cooking steaks wafted through the air, her nose twitched and she lifted her head, sniffing the air. Her eyes slowly opened, and she sat up, stretching her little legs.

Eddie looked over at Bean and chuckled. "Looks like someone's hungry," he said, smiling. He walked over to the couch and scooped her up, holding her close to his chest. "You want to help me cook dinner, little one?"

Bean wagged her tail, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. She loved spending time with Eddie, especially when he was in the kitchen. She knew that he always made something delicious, and she couldn't wait to see what he was cooking up this time.

Eddie carried Bean over to the kitchen counter and set her down on the floor. She immediately ran over to the grill, standing on her hind legs to peek over the edge. Eddie chuckled again and shook his head.

"Alright, alright, let's get to work," he said, grabbing a few spices from the cupboard. "First things first, we need to season these bad boys."

He sprinkled a generous amount of salt and pepper on the steaks, rubbing the spices into the meat with his hands. Bean watched intently, her little head cocked to the side.

"Next, we add some garlic powder and a little bit of cumin," Eddie said, grabbing the spices and adding them to the mix. "And just a touch of paprika for some extra flavor."

He flipped the steaks over on the grill, and the sizzling intensified. Bean's nose twitched again, and she licked her lips. Eddie chuckled.

"I know, I know, it smells amazing," he said, ruffling her fur. "But you'll have to wait a little longer, okay?"

Bean whined, but she knew better than to try and beg for food while Eddie was cooking. She watched as he checked the temperature of the steaks, making sure they were cooked to perfection.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Bean, Eddie announced that dinner was ready. He carefully plated the steaks and added a few sides of roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes.

Bean's mouth watered as she watched Eddie sit down at the table to eat. She sat at his feet, her eyes fixed on the steaks. Eddie smiled down at her.

"Sorry, little one," he said, holding out a small piece of steak. "This one's just for me. But I promise I'll make you something special tomorrow, okay?"

Bean licked his hand and wagged her tail, knowing that Eddie always kept his promises. She settled down on the floor next to him, content to just be close to her best friend as he enjoyed his dinner. Eddie couldn't help but smile at Bean's loyalty and love, and he made a mental note to spoil her with something special tomorrow.