#anyway i wasn't planning on pulling an all nighter but here we are

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guess who fractured her foot in two places and has been stuck in the ER for the past 7 hours? 💕

[holycrimin]

Is It Casual Now?

12!Donnie x Reader

(Friends-to-Pining-Idiots)

AN: wrote this on a whim bc I'm bored and am procrastinating. and also because we don't get enough friends-to-lovers fics lmao (also might make a sequel?). also might be ooc? idk

warnings(?): not alot, mild cussing?, might be a little ooc, mention of apritello but only brief,

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It was a warm summer night...

Actually, who were you kidding? It was freezing. Okay, wait, maybe a bit of an exaggeration. It was still cold though, you stand by that.

"Want me to lower the AC? You look like you're dying."

"hrnn... But what about your experiment-thingy-thing? Wouldn't that like... affect it or something? Or was that the other one?" You ask, sniffling. Oh yeah, did you mention you were sick? Because you're sick. Sick as hell! Haha! haha...

No but seriously, you felt like you were dying. You bet it's not even that cold.

"Nah, don't worry that was the other one. It's in the freezer."

"Aw dude, Mikey might eat it or something."

"No he won't, there're like, a million warning stickers on that thing, he wouldn't—" You gave him a look,

"Crap." He ran out of his lab and went straight to the freezer.

Wait a minute, why were you here again?

Oh yeah, the project. And to hang out with Donnie, sure that too.

He came back with his experiment-thingy clutched in his arms. You sniff, "Dude—" "—Gross,"

"Shut up, anyway,"

"Why didn't you put it in your freezer? You literally have one right there." You pointed at the small metal box (that you're pretty sure he built himself) next to his desk.

"Because there's ice cream in there, and I don't want to share with my brothers."

"So what's your plan now?"

"What?"

"Should we like.. eat some of the ice cream to make room for your weird jelly-thing, orr..."

"Well I didn't think that far, sure, why not." He places the container down on his desk and takes out a small tub of vanilla ice cream.

"Ew, vanilla? that's so... Vanilla." You smile,

"Excuse you, that's for me. This, is for you." He says, taking out an equally sized tub of cookies and cream.

"Bro that vanilla has nuts in it, you like your ice cream with nuts? Ew."

"Oh nevermind, guess this is going back in the freezer," He takes the tub of cookies and cream ice cream and tries to put it back in his freezer.

"Wait, hold on, your honor I'm innocent!"

He chuckles, you smile.

"Shut up, dork, take the ice cream."

"Speak for yourse— Oh, oops, nevermind I forgot you had full control of my ice cream privileges."

"Mhm, yeah, that's what I thought."

He hands you a spoon and you notice a little red button at the bottom of it.

"What's this for?"

"For heating up the spoon so that we wouldn't have to wait like, half an hour to eat the icecream."

"God, that's such a good idea, you're a genius."

"Yeah, I know right?"

The two of you laugh as you both open your tubs of ice cream. Well, it was more of an attempt in your part. You eventually got Donnie to open it for you.

"Oh wait, my project... Whatever, it's the weekend, I'll do it tomorrow."

"And that's why you end up pulling all-nighters and get all grumpy on us when we talk to you on schooldays."

"Shh... SShhhut up. Eat your ice cream."

He chuckles.

It's quiet.

"Soo... How're things with April?"

And that is definitely not the way to start a conversation.

"Eh.. You know. The same it always is."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

And back to quiet. It's nice, but you wish it wasn't so awkward.

"..I should've given you soup instead. Giving you ice cream was a bad choice on my part." He stand up to take the ice cream (which was already a quarter finished, by the way) from you.

"Aww, come on Don. I can have the— ha..." You sneeze, "..have the soup later. After ice cream."

He snorts, "Come on," he gently puts the back of his hand on your throat, then your forehead.

"Oh damn, I did that as a joke, but you're seriously burning up. Yeah, no, I'm getting you soup."

You let out a whine of defeat as the tub of ice cream gets taken away from you, and hey, was it this cold before?

"I'll get you a blanket too. Why'd you even come here anyway?" He smiles a little, "And don't say that you needed help with your schoolwork. We already covered that like, a week ago? Get some rest, man." Before he leaves, he puts the experiment-jelly-thingamabob in the freezer.

"'Kay."

Why were you here?

Easy, you liked hanging out with him.

Why?

Because.

..Because?

Because he's fun to be around?

Might need to think deeper than that.

Who are you, my therapist?

You're literally talking to yourself.

Whatever. Because... I don't know, he makes me.. happy? that sounds weird.

Yeah. Keep going anyway.

This self analysis thing is getting weird.

And he's back. You smile.

"I got some hot chocolate too. Had to be quiet though." He covers the both of you with the blanket, and hands you the soup.

"Damn, you're cold too?"

"Yeah duh, turtles are cold-blooded."

"So you've said."

He leans back,

"You gonna finish your little experiment here?"

"Maybe. I'm tired."

"What time is it?"

"Uhh.." He checks his t-phone, "1:10 AM."

"Whatt... You're telling me I've been here for six hours?" It's fine, your parents were out of town. You liked it better here anyway.

"Also, I really don't think you should get that close to me dude. I'm, in your words, 'seriously burning up'."

"Ughh.. but you're warm. And I don't wanna get up." He dramatically lays his head on your shoulder, fake-snuggling up to you.

He gets a laugh out of you, he grins.

"I'm tired."

"Yeah, me too." Donnie yawns, pressing a button on his remote. Suddenly, the lights started to dim.

You let out a breathless chuckle, "When'd you install that?"

"A couple weeks ago. You said you didn't like how bright the lights were. So I made this remote to dim the lights, then I got distracted and made more options, then turned it into a slider... then just... booshhh... yeah."

"You remembered that?"

"Of course."

That's actually pretty sweet.

You smile at him. "Yeah?"

"Mhm. I'm gunna.... sleep. G'night."

"G'night."

And like that, he was out like a light. You just realized how close he was to you.

He's next to you, head basically on the crook of your neck. Both of you sharing the same thick blanket, with the empty bowl of soup that you didn't realize you had finished, and the half empty cup of hot chocolate.

And now, you start thinking to yourself,

Is there more to this?

No, you're just friends. Right?

But that tiny voice in your head that's getting increasingly bigger as the minute passes, is asking you:

Do friends do this for eachother?

Yes.

Are you sure?

What else could it be? What else could we be?

Do friends go out of their way to show up to your school in a disguise while it was pouring out to take you home?

He's just like that. He's nice, he's caring.

Do friends install fancy advanced remote-controlled lights just for you because you mentioned once how the lights were overwhelming?

..He's my friend. I'd do the same for him. Well, If I had the smarts.

But the difference is that you know how you feel.

Well.. Yeah.

Do friends leave lingering touches?

...

..Didn't he say he had a heater in here?

[dear-sigyn]

THUNDER

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1.4k 𝒂/𝒏: starting to write this during my exam period wasn't my brightest idea, nor was finishing it at 2am, but hey, better inspiration always comes late at night ;) 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none (that I think of)

You knew it was getting late, very late, and a quick glance at your watch confirmed that it was indeed already past 4am. The storm that showed up earlier in the evening was still raging outside, and each thunderclap resonated like a drum in your heart, preventing you from falling asleep.

At first, you told yourself that it was just the excessively loud noise keeping you awake, but the way your breath caught every time lightning tore through the sky told a different story: you were scared. Worse yet, you were terrified, and there was no use pretending otherwise - you wouldn’t find sleep tonight.

With a long sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed, moving around your room in search of the notebook where all your notes from yesterday are written. ‘If I have to pull an all-nighter, it might as well be a productive one,’ you thought.

However, as you turned your room upside down for your precious writings, you quickly realized they were nowhere to be found. Anxiety slowly began to grow in your chest, and suddenly, felt the weight of your worries about the upcoming heist bearing down on your shoulders.

In reality, it’s been a few days since you’ve started to dwell on everything that could go wrong. Even though the Professor's plan seems perfectly laid out, there are always external factors that we can't predict, right? But now is not the right time to worry about that.

Taking a deep breath and refocusing your thoughts, it only took 2 seconds to remember where they were, or rather, who had them.

And it was quite simple, really. After another ‘lesson’ with the Professor, Berlin asked you - not without adding a few inappropriate remarks throughout the conversation - if you could lend him your notes.

Despite his peculiar character, you got along quite well at your first encounter, and you quickly grew closer over the weeks spent together - perhaps a bit more than you should have knowing the rules - so you didn’t think too much before handing him your notebook. You had planned to pick it up later in the evening, but with the storm intensifying, you promptly retreated to your room without a word, hiding your head beneath your pillow to drown out the unsettling rumblings. It would certainly be very rude to disturb him in the middle of the night just to come pick them up, but that was the least of your concern at the moment, and the lack of sleep wasn’t making you think rationally anyway.   

So without thinking too much about the consequences that your next decision might entail if you were ever caught, you decided to leave your room, quietly closing the door behind you, and tiptoed across the hallway. 

As you arrived at his door, doubts began to form in your mind, but before they could consume you entirely you softly knocked on his door, being careful to make as little noise as possible to avoid waking others, while already anticipating his remarks about why you had come to see him this late at night.

And sure enough, when he finally opened the door the first thing you saw was a mischievous - and  tired - smile forming on his lip as his eyes met yours, “Well, who do we have here? To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit at such a late hour, cariño?”

You took a breath to pull yourself together and smiled weakly back at him “Well, you see I’m sorry to bother you at this hour but it occurred to me that you have something of mine in your possession”. He raised an eyebrow, amused, “Is that so? And what could be so important that you must come knocking at my door at …” he glanced at his watch, “... almost 5 in the morning?”

His subtle sarcastic tone didn’t escape you; he knew exactly what you were talking about. Usually, you weren’t opposed to playing along with his little games, but the thunder that continued to rumble outside and the looming threat of another lightning strike approaching made your patience wear thin, “My notebook Berlin, I need my notebook now”, at that you saw his eyebrows furrowed, maybe your tone was a little too harsh, “... please.”

“Oh, you wound me, nena. Why the rush?” he said, feigning offense. But realizing that you were definitely not in the mood, he sighed and continued in a dramatic tone. “For your information, cariño, I had planned to return it to you last night. But that was before you dashed to your room like a flash, without even saying goodnight.”, he said, raising his hand to his heart. “Are you aware of the pain it caused me?”

At that, you scoffed, “Don’t you think you’re exaggerating? Don’t tell me you’re sulking because I didn’t say goodnight; that doesn’t sound like something you would do.” He shrugged and replied, “Maybe I am.”

You were about to retort when suddenly a particularly loud thunder was heard, making you jump and utter a cry. Feeling panic starting to overtake you, you were about to glance down the hallway to check if your reaction had woken anyone up, but you didn’t get the time. With a firm grip on your shoulders, he ushered you into his room, closing the door behind you. 

You're unsure of what caused you to break down first—the sound of thunder that led to a completely ridiculous reaction in front of Berlin, his reluctance to return your notebook, the sleep deprivation, or the near-miss of being caught standing in the hallway in the middle of the night just to retrieve some notes. But you felt the first tear roll down your cheek, followed by a second, then a third, until cascades were flowing from your eyes.

When he realized the distress you were in, he tightened his arm around your shoulders, the other coming around your waist, enveloping you in a tight embrace. It was just what you needed to fully let go and release all your pent-up emotions.

While your cries increased, he gently hushed you, running his fingers through your hair. And after taking a few minutes to calm down, you finally spoke again, your voice muffled against his chest. “ … I don’t like storms,” you murmured, to which he responded with a low chuckle, “You don’t say, cariño.”

He loosened his grip to observe your face, but still feeling a bit embarrassed by the whole situation, you kept your head tucked against him. “Hey …” his hand delicately rested on your cheek, guiding your gaze toward his. “That’s it, look at me.”

“It’s not only the storm, is it?,” his fingers tenderly brushed away the remnants of your tears in a soothing gesture. You nodded slowly and tried once again to speak, but your throat tightened, preventing you from doing so, no sound coming out.

“Oh no, you don't have to tell me right now, but please don't shut yourself off from me or even the others like that anymore, hm ?”, he brushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen over your eyes, “It’s not good for you.” You nodded once again, leaning your head gently against his chest as you closed your eyes, lulled by the rhythm of his breathing. You then felt your own breathing becoming steadier and the tension gradually leaving your body.

You stayed in this position, in the middle of his room, for a moment, and as you were miraculously beginning to fall asleep, the sound of his voice snapped you out of your reverie. "You can stay and sleep here, if you want”, his suggestion was made in a quiet voice, as if he didn't want to rush you.

It was certainly a bad idea, but at the moment, it was the least of your worries. You felt so relaxed, so peaceful, that you murmured a nearly inaudible 'yes' to him but due to your proximity he heard it. Berlin carefuly guided you to his bed, settling you in, and pulled the covers up to your shoulders before settling in on the other side.Finally, you felt sleep starting to kick in. But before fully succumbing to it, you sensed arms embracing you, a soft kiss tenderly placed in your hair and a hand covering your ear blocking the sounds of the thunder outside. A faint smile appeared on your lips, for the first time since the storm began, you felt safe.

first writing done!! english is not my first langage so my sincere apologies for any mistakes I tried to be careful <3

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The Lady Whistledown Papers : 1x08 After the Rain (Part 4)

Welcome back, Gentle Readers, to The Lady Whistledown Papers, where I’m taking an in-depth look at Penelope Featherington and Colin Bridgerton’s character arcs and romance within the show Bridgerton!

For previous issues, follow tag : The Lady Whistledown Papers

We have reached the end of Season 1!! Wild!! Time to celebrate!

Lord Featherington

So. Here's the thing. We gone nearly the whole season and have barely talked about Lord Featherington. And we get to his death and I don't know, it almost feels like... it's here because they didn't know what else to do with the character, so the easy way out is to kill him off. I mean, the season was planned, well knowing this was the ending, but as far as characters go, other than helping with Portia's character development, he didn't serve much of a purpose. Right?

And I mean, it's kind of wild that they implied that he was poisoned, but no one in seasons 2 or 3 (and especially 3 since this was the main focus the Featheringtons are going to get) seem to really care on this point. He's not even brought up again. There is no sentiment or attachment from anyone to this character. So, it's kind of weird to me that he even existed in the first place.

So, it leads me to the question -- what was Penelope's relationship with him? After, now, looking in depth at the entire first season -- I would say... they didn't have one. When he wasn't gambling the money away, he was being rather neglectful and absent as a father. Though, judging by her one comment in the pilot, she almost prefers that due to her mother being so meddling.

And here, she's looking concerned, because yeah, her father dying does have a lot of consequences for the family -- especially when he was the male figure of the household. But does she have any connection to him? Was he at all meaningful to her?

And I mean, while we don't have any evidence of it -- I just don't think so. Like I said, we see almost no mention of him going forward and zero people seemed to be concerned that he was poisoned so... I don't know guys. I just don't know.

Shoutout to Polly Walker, however, for really killing it in this scene, and how she's devastated but not because she's sad about him, but about the mess she leaves them. A+ acting there.

Endings and Goodbyes

This is just a fascinating shot. Not only do you get to see the full exterior of the Bridgerton home (which is so interesting to me -- they definitely are in the city but have this huge backyard, so is it walled in? - I'm so curious.) This is what Penelope can see from her room, btw, so she's always watching the Bridgerton business.

Anyway... That's Colin in the distance, getting ready to leave for his tour. And since he said he was leaving first thing in the morning, this is the day after the ball. (I just note it -- because sometimes this show's time line is really odd.)

The Whistledown narration is interesting here -- as it talks about how some endings seem more permanent than others. And I mean, she's clearly talking about Lord Featherington. But, she talks about people leaving for greener pastures. (And we all know how Pen feels about Colin leaving.) But with the narration over this shot, it feels, almost, like it's implying that Colin is done and heading out. The end. End of story.

And I have to wonder - was this an intentional misdirect? Did they want us to feel like this was the end of Colin? (Which, man, sucks narratively for this happily little show.) Or was it just easy to thematically link departures together? I mean probably. But it I feel like to a casual watcher, it feels like it implies more.

Also, side tangent - was this LW narration written before or after these moments. Did she pull an all nighter and get one out? Or is this reflection days later? No real answer, just something to ponder.

So, when we cut to Pen, she is crying her little eyes out. And omg, this girl is nasty crying. She is so upset. And...

I'm just torn on this moment.

Because I mean, I do think losing a parent, even when it was Lord Featherington, is hard. And Penelope is still so young, and this changes her family dynamic big time. That's a lot. So, even if her father wasn't someone she was close to, the impact of it and the suddenness of it probably still does hurt.

Meanwhile, though, is the fact that Colin's leaving. And again, I think the shots being one after another, with the discussion of departures, is meant to imply that Penelope is very upset that Colin's going away. She was almost breaking down at the ball -- so it's not far fetched that she's having a break down for that, as well.

And I mean, it clearly can be both. And I'm sure it's meant to be both. But it's just interesting that I don't think Penelope being that upset by her father dying is that earned (even if understandable). But I do think her being that upset about Colin leaving is. But it feels weird as the two are juxtaposed.

Anyway, something else that stands out to me -- is the fact that Penelope doesn't get to say goodbye to Colin. And, that in itself is a reason you know the story is going to continue. But it is interesting -- she runs away from him at the ball, and it's so left open ended. Clearly. The story is not over.

There's also this really neat, subtle thing that happens here, that Idk if it was intentional or not but it does stand out to me. Colin takes a second to throw a look back to the Featherington estate. Meanwhile, Penelope is clearly looking back out the window to where Colin is during this moment. It's a very small connection, but another nice nod that this is just a pause in the bigger story.

So, let's talk about Penelope and Eloise. First of all -- did Eloise just wander over? Did they happen to hear about Lord Featherington's death because they live next door? Idk, but it's early in the morning, and Eloise is, like, on top of it making sure her bff is alright.

And it's moments like these where I really do love their friendship. They're not always perfect for each other, or always in sync, but the genuine care they have for one another always comes through. Eloise, in particular, is not always the most observant of what's in front of her or cognizant of other people's feelings. But she is 100% here for Penelope, and says she'll give Pen a reason to keep on going. And it's incredibly sweet.

Penelope then asks Eloise about LW, keeping up appearances by asking if Eloise has saved Madame Delacroix. Eloise says she did, and that hopefully it'll mean that she'll help right all the wrongs she caused.

And while we know that really happen, we do get Penelope's line -- where she says that things will definitely be interesting with LW still running around next season. And, lol, it's such a Season 2 set up line. It's almost clunkily so, but I kinda love that stuff, so it doesn't bother me any.

Oh, also a couple of side notes. We're in Penelope's room, and I'll have to watch for it next season, but they do keep the same set (or set up) for Pen's room, for the most part. But you know what's missing? The big ass mirror that hangs out in the corner in Season 3. And the settee where Pen sits and stares forlorn out the window. Interesting, right? Idk - I just love checking out sets and details with the sets when I can.

Also. There sure is a lot of blue in her room. Lol. (I mean, fine, it's more of a seafoam green-ish color, still. The decor is NOT yellow.)

We also get the wrap up of the Marina story line. It's implied (and as we know, it happens) that she marries Phillip Crane. A bittersweet ending. And, idk, for all of the hoopla that went into her story, she kind of quietly is shipped off -- her only real moment of goodbye (?) her convo with Portia asking about how she dealt with a loveless marriage.

Marina shares a quick look with Penelope, but there's not any real emotion behind it. I suppose Marina and Pen's ending happened at the beginning of the episode, and this is just mere epilogue-ishness. Penelope does seem a little sad to see her go. Again, in a bittersweet way. She did like Marina, and does want Marina to be okay, and did enjoyed having an ally, even if it was for a short time. But with all the drama that went on, Penelope is probably alright that she moves on. (that's pure headcanon on my part - she does look genuinely sad in this scene.)

Also - we get set up, again, for Season 2, as we get notice that the new 'lord' of the Featherington estate has been found. But who is he???? I guess we'll find out next season ;)

And... then we move to Colin saying goodbye to his family -- looking adorable on his horse, with his top hat, and very Englishman going out into the world. He tells everyone he'll write them from Greece (and we all know how that'll work out from him.) And then, after a bit of banter from the youngest Bridgertons about what gifts they'll get from him, he rides off into the sunset (...or sunrise, since it's first thing in the morning).

Btw, I love that they all wave to him after his back is turned.

Also, it just occurred to me that, in case I missed something, and I don't think I did, neither Penelope or Colin exchange dialogue with Simon. Colin comes close, as he's in the background of a few scenes. But yeah, this show is kind of fascinating at how little subplots intertwine with the main one.

Anyway the show goes off -- wrapping up all the other story lines Penelope and Colin aren't a part of. Except one...

We get some exchange between Eloise and Benedict that reveals that Madame Delacroix can't possible be Lady Whistledown. So who is... well the narration taunts us, stating that her identity is never going to be revealed, and yet, here we are -- a hooded figure scurrying away from the scene, happy not to have been caught.

She boldly claims that she'll reveal herself on her own terms. And do we get to see who it is? Of course we do! And it's our Penelope.

And, god bless Nicola for this -- the look on her face is amazing. It's this mix of devilishness and mischief and smugness. And it's not a look we've seen on Penelope. At. All.

It's also a delicious tease for the next season. So now we know and now the audience can go back and rewatch Season 1 and catch on to all the little clues that are left there, while waiting for what's going to happen in Season 2. It's really quite brilliantly done.

The ominous music combined with the Whistledown theme is just amazing. The scoring is really amazing on this show. I haven't given it enough credit (yet).

(My only not really a nitpick because I totally get why they did it is the light -- this is part of the flashback, which definitely takes place in the middle of the night, so where is the light coming from? The same place as the music I suppose. The reveal is still fantastic.)

And there we go, guys. Season 1 is done!!!

And, I mean, look -- the thing about this show (kind of) being an anthology show, season 1 isn't my favorite. The Simon and Daphne's story just is not for me (and that's fine).

But the thing I do adore about the Penelope and Colin story is that this season really does lay groundwork for what comes after. We get a very layered introduction to both of them. They both have arcs. They both change throughout the season. And we get to the foundation of their dynamic.

And I think (for me) one reason I find their story captivating is that we do get to have a couple of seasons of growth and development. Season 3 becomes all the more richer for it.

And so we move on into Season 2, which has a different tone and a whole lot more to dig into!

Until then, gentle readers..... ;) <3

[hisadoringkitten]

I don't actually know how many days right now...

The last few days have been chaos. First, he came to the realization that he could not rent the van he was planning on because he doesn't have a credit card. It derailed the pre-established timeline of him leaving on Monday and me leaving on Wednesday because now his dad has to fly down to rent a vehicle. So he was pushing back to leave Wednesday, probably a few hours before me, and having to help me clean out the place because I wouldn't have time to do so. This plan is very stressful as he's been extra volatile since having to ask his dad for help (on father's day, no less) and because it wasn't going to give me time to process before leaving myself. It also means Wednesday will be a very long day for you, driving here with the trailer after work, us loading it, me sweeping out the place, and immediately getting back on the road to empty the trailer into the storage unit and make it home in time for you to work from home Thursday on no sleep.

Now, it looks like I might leave Saturday night when he gets off work. It moves my timeline up considerably but cuts down the stress of an extra 2 days with him in crunch time and leaves most of the clean out up to him. It'll have to be fast-paced, but it's doable. I don't have much more to pack, mostly just my clothes and probably 2-3 boxes. I'll have to take Reggie, my dog, to the shelter a bit earlier, but that's fine. I still need to hand off my keys to work and sign some paperwork with them. I have a doctors appointment that I'll have to move to your town for workers comp and move the storage unit reservation, but that's fine too. It'll be busy, but it means you don't have to pull an all-nighter and have to work the next day. Your daughter wanted to come visit her grandma, so you were considering coming to town anyway, and this would cut way down on the trips, the pace, and the chaos. With this, you'd come into town Friday after work, drop her off, and stay the night at your mom's. Then, we can pack up the trailer while he's at work Saturday afternoon and leave when he gets off work. We'd get into town early Sunday morning but reasonably rested, unload the trailer, and make our way home with enough time to rest before you go in to work on Monday. It'll also give me a bit more alone time to process, and the kids won't be crying and processing on the trip. I think it's all around better and safer for everyone.

I'm surprised he agreed so easily, I think he just wants me out of the way. That's fine. We'll discuss it tomorrow and decide then.

[bigmilk-13]

My schedule rn is fucked and me thinks that pulling an all nighter to study tonight is a must. I'm just putting this here so I have something to go by.

Tuesday-

Polish: Discussing mandatory read (Well, we actually read all our mandatory reads, this is an extra, non-mandatory that we still sre gonna get tested on)

History: Improving test grade (Luckily I've found the test online all I gotta do is find, check and remember the answers to both test A and B)

Oh and I have Polish tutoring today too. Fuck.

Wednesday-

Polish: Subject diagnosis test (I already had this last term, and I had one of the highest grades in the class, I had 77% and top was 79% which i'm really proud of)

Thursday-

Biology: Improving grade from oral answer (I need one more 6 to get a 6 at the end of the semester, and I got 2- from my oral cos I wasn't prepared beforehand. She never called on me so I didn't think she would that day. So now I gotta study to fix it)

Friday:

Probably nothing, so I'll spend the day getting ready for my mock exams... which are NEXT FUCKING WEEK.

I wanna kms sm. I have my death planned out in case shit goes sideways.

anyways this made me gain some motivation so I'm gonna go shower, get dressed all comfy but enough to not make me fall asleep, get a snack, shit my smoothie's gone... nvm, maybe make myself actual coffee cos I'm dead.

[morimakesfanart]

Sindria's Prophet #13

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((edited because I figured out to add some more history facts that I think are important))

~POV Sinbad~

"The Kou Empire, huh?"

"That is going to make things risky."

With all of the Generals caught up with what happened in Balbadd, they needed to start planning for King Sinbad's trip to the Kou Empire, as well as catching him up with everything that had happened in Sindria while he was gone.

"LadY YamuRAI H AA AA A" A yell came from the hallway accompanied by the sounds of running.

((Sinbad is hidden on the left. There's a hint of him poking out.))

A panting magician gave apologies for disturbing their meeting and ran to the head of Sindria's magicians. "I wish I knew you were here so I didn't search the tower first~" Then he started explaining about some magical proof. Most of his words sounded like gibberish to the rest, but it was clear that he had made some kind of break though.

Yam jumped out of her seat. "How did you finally figure it out?! Who figured it out?!" She whipped her head to her King, "Sorry your majesty," and then looked back to the other magician.

"It was the work of the Prophet!” the magician answered. "We were talking about her illness and she pulled out scrolls that- you just have to read them for yourself!”

Mori had said that she had written other scrolls before she started coping down Fate. This must have been what she was working on.

Both magicians bowed out to go test out this new information. Before they could leave, Sinbad ended the meeting; there was no way he was going to wait to learn what other information Mori had blessed them with. Ja'far followed as did a few of the other Generals.

When they got into the court yard, the doctors that had been sent to take care of Mori were already pushing their supply cart back to their main building. The magician that had stayed behind spotted them and raised two scrolls up triumphantly. "She let me take the scrolls!"

---

News of the scrolls written by a Prophet spread throughout the Black Libra Tower within an hour. Yamuraiha and the doctors explained their significance to King Sinbad.

If even a fraction of the theories in the scrolls proved true it would completely changed their understanding of how illnesses work. If Mori wasn't sick she would undoubtedly be swarmed with questions and demands for proof. According to the magicians, nothing in the scrolls went against any known information. Instead, they gave explanations to why certain things that had been attempted in the past had failed. What she wrote about 'cells' was what really caught the eyes of the white magicians and doctors. As an example, according to Mori's writing there were blood types and most couldn't mix; that would explain why most past attempts at blood transfusions had failed.

The 2nd scroll showed a break down of even smaller particles, and how the structures of different particles made up everything. This was going to bring alchemic magic to a whole new era. Sure, such things would most likely be limited to high magicians, group efforts, and the Magi, but it looked possible now. A lot of common magic of the current day took extreme amounts of magoi in the past because they hadn't found the right formula yet. Mori's writing -if true- could easily be used as a guide to finding the right order of commands for many spells.

And even more than that, Mori had said that she had even more information to share; she had just ran out of scrolls and ink.

Mori's presence in Sindria, and everything that went with it were Fate and the Rukh's guidance. King Sinbad could see it -the future he wanted.

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~POV Mori~

In Sindria's Palace there is a Great Bell. It is rung during celebrations, and to signify the King returning home like it did earlier that day, but it's main use was to ring every 2 hours to tell everyone the time since clocks weren't invented yet. So even though I was a sick person trying to rest during the day, I was woken up by the Great Bell every 2 hours... which of course is also situated right on top of the guest tower.

For obvious reasons, I was awake again.

I wish I knew how the others responded to the scrolls. I really wanted to know Yam's opinion most. Those scrolls basically gave away the secret to Yunan's signature alchemy magic.

I still had the first scroll I had worked on -the one on the science behind blimps-, and the last science scroll I had started. That one was on DNA, and reproductive systems. It was the last one I started in Balbadd. I hadn't started working on it until sunrise on my 2nd sleepless night and it showed; there were missing words everywhere, many incomplete sentences, and I couldn't stay in topic.

These mistakes were too great to fix with an ink knife. Editing was going be super annoying and time consuming since I couldn't work digitally. I'd have to physically cut up the first draft to put everything in the right order before making the next one.

Wait- Did this world have scissors???

Back home the first evolution of shears that could be labeled as scissors was in Roman barber shops in the last hundred years or so before Rome fell. China would spontaneous also create something akin to scissors not long after. Reim and the Kou Empire seemed to line up with Rome and ancient China for the most part, so I tend to use them to place the time period, but the dress Princess Dunya wears is centuries off and throws all historical accuracy questions out the window. Rome was long gone by the time boning was added to women's undergarments, and that dress had all the signs of boned corsetry.

Fuck it. I'll ask for scissors and if they don't have them I'll just invent them myself. I had been drafting professionally for the past 4 years. That may have been for microelectronics, but it uses all the same skills; I could do this. I needed to get a ruler -or at least a straight edge- and a drafting compass which they probably have based on the look of maps in the series, and pencils, or at least colored inks if they had them. I probably needed to reinvent the French curve(stencil tool used in art & drafting)...

Since I was struggling to fall back asleep I moved to the table and pulled out my test scroll. It was full of random marks and some of my early drawing attempts that I used to practice with the dip pen -it's also where I wrote down the dreams from the Rukh. I'd write the list of things I needed, rip the section out of the scroll, and pass the list to someone who could get me what I was asking for. I added some living necessities too like sleep wear and a comb.

The maids that came to give me dinner, and next dose of medicine were not pleased that I wasn't in bed -I was an important guest who was sick after all. And I wasn't pleased to have to drink more of that bitter medicine, but we can't have nice things all the time, now can we?

My voices was strained but I managed to communicate enough. I gave them my list, and laundry (the clothes I wore on the boat) before they left. They'd get me the things the next day. I was instructed to sleep until someone brings me breakfast the next day... which is what I was going to do anyway since the sun was practically gone. I might be a bit of a workaholic but I'm not going to let myself pull an accidental all-nighter when I know I'm still sick. I'm far more self aware than that.

And besides, the Great Bell didn't ring at night.

---

Maids brought my breakfast (& meds) the next morning and let me know that my clothes would be cleaned and dry by the end of the day. I guess they didn't use magic for everything.

They also gave me all of the drafting and inking supplies I asked for except for scissors. In one of the omakes Sinbad was shown cutting his hair with a knife as a part of his normal grooming. I had hoped he was just old fashioned.

For the greater good and the future of my own hair care, I drafted up detailed designs for a few different types of basic scissors. They wouldn't look fancy, but hopefully I had put enough of a detailed explanation on everything for the smith to figure out what I was asking. Steel wasn't developed until the middle ages and some of the counties of this world matched that so I hoped

that God and anime were on my side. I really wanted scissors that would be a good quality.

And if that didn't work I'd just have to get used to using knives and bladed rollers like a regular person.

The Great Bell rung for 10 am. There were at least another 2 hours before someone would show up, to give lunch, that I could ask to take my draft for the scissors to a black Smith.

I should be resting as a sick person. I should be more exhausted and in pain as a sick person. What was making me recover this quickly?

I still didn't feel like laying back down, so I decided to start drafting up the materials and equipment for proving everything I had written in the scrolls I gave the previous day.

Globally, micro-organisms, viruses, and bacteria were not really accept or proved until the late 1800's. Since Magi seems to take place some time around our 100AD-1300, and Yunan hinting at chemical compounds was seen as shocking by Yam, I knew that my bio scrolls were probably causing an uproar in the Black Libra Tower. I refused to use actual people or wait for an outbreak to prove it like how it happened in history -like how John Snow proved it when finding the cause of cholera outbreaks in 1848 and 1854 England. No, I needed to show how to prove these things in a lab, and to do that I was going to need to explain how to keep samples and invent a way to see microorganisms.

First was for a glass petri dish and other containers for samples. I'd need at least 3 -preferably more. I know glass works have been around since BC, and that this world had glass windows in some scenes, but I worried about the quality of the glass contaminating the experiments. I was going to have to boil them beforehand to sterilize them anyway.

Gosh I wish I had access to nonporous, air tight containers, and a temperature controlled environment. The heat and humidity of Sindria could easily mess everything up.

Wait... I suddenly remembered a scene from the Magnostadt arc when they showed how a sample was being stored. They already had good enough glass. I knew there were magic bio experiments but I had no idea how they worked.

With the realization that I was getting ahead myself, I switched to writing about how to use the scientific method to test for germs. It was basically the bread in a bag test to teach young children about germs but with petri dishes. I also wrote about how to analyze samples with a microscope to see micro organisms so I was going to have to figure that out next.

Lunch came as the perfect break.

Just thinking about reinventing this thing made me nervous. I knew magnifying glasses existed in ancient Rome, but they would be nothing like what I was used to. I had to explain how light moves and made multiple diagrams showing how concave and convex lenses affect light as well as the material of the lens. I ended up also showing how to make a telescope even though I knew Yam already had one.

Magicians were the only ones shown with glasses. Maybe now the rest of the world could have them too.

4 o'clock came and so did 3 doctors and a magician. It was less than yesterday, but still more than necessary to treat or analyze one person. I only recognized one of the doctors from the previous day. All of the new faces looked nervous. None of them looked young by any measure, so I really doubted this was their first time treating someone.

They weren't happy to see me at the table and made me return to my bed -their loss.

The doctor from the previous day was the one doing most of the talking. "Your recovery is amazing. You will most likely be better in another 3 days at this rate if not sooner. It's practically a miracle."

I smiled. "It's pretty shocking for me too." As long as I spoke quietly and kept my comments short, I found I could talk again for a bit.

The doctor was silent for a moment before changing the subject. "I know you need rest, but would you be willing to answer a few questions about those scrolls from yesterday?

The 3 other men looked expectant. This was why they were here.

"I don't mind as long as you don't make me talk too much."

Then came the question I was expecting since I had first made the scrolls. "I know you are a Prophet and the information came from your visions but is there any way you can prove what you wrote?"

I pointed to the table with the scroll I had started earlier. "I can't prove it with the current equipment I have, so I've been drafting up the needed equipment and processes for proving it."

They all turned to look at where I was pointing.

I added, "It's not done, but you're welcome to read what I have so far."

I was thanked as they went to the table they had called me away from when they entered.

'He called it 'visions?' Really?' I had to ask Sinbad later what he was telling his people about me so I could keep the story straight.

The magician confirmed for the others what I wrote about light bending. There was magic to do that, but not everyone is a magician. I had just invented a way for non-magicians to bend light.

Just wait until I show them a prism that can split light into colors. Or teach them how light is perceived in the eye. Or even better, show them the double slit experiment that proves that light is a particle not just a wave... Did they know light was a wave yet?

"Lady Prophet."

I was pulled out of my thoughts.

"You said this isn't finished and there is plenty of space in this scroll for more, but would you let us take this back to the tower so we can get started?"

I wanted to say 'no.' I was still coming up with things to add to it, but I also knew that holding things back because I wanted to save paper was a fool's game. Besides, I could always add more to it later.

I nodded and they thanked me before making me promise not to leave my bed. They were grateful for this new scroll but not at the expense of my health -they were doctors after all.

And then they left.

It was probably about 5pm if my internal clock was on schedule, so I had about an hour before the next ring of the Bell.

Even if I wasn't a man of my word, I would have lost the motivation to work with my current project taken from me while I was still in the middle of making it.

So, I did the thing I grew up doing when I was bedridden from illness: I looked out the window. From the bed I could only see the tops of the buildings on the other side of the courtyard. The Tower that was just poking in from the left had to be the Black Libra Tower.

The waves in Sindria were calmer yet stronger than those in Balbadd. It was probably due to Sinbad's influence. He brought stability and security to his people. I could understand why so many chose to follow him or ally with him. But I knew where all this would lead. As he obtains more power and influence he will stop being able to see himself from the pedestal that he and everyone else put him on; his greed will make him blind to the wants and needs of others, and like a middle aged parent that isn't ready for their child to leave the nest he will take out his frustration on the world that was moving on without him. When Sinbad dies at the end of the manga, Drakon realizes that they all put too much on Sinbad's shoulders.

To change Fate, I was going to have to make sure I never put him on that pedestal nor rely on him for much. And I was going to have to convince the 8 Generals to do the same -or at least to start pulling more of the weight.

The 6 o'clock Bell came faster than I expected, as well as my dinner not long after. They brought my clean laundry, a sleeping gown, and some other common clothes and things for my convenience.

I would have preferred something much shorter for the night gown since I hate having a lot of extra fabric around my legs when I already have blankets. I was not going to risk being walked in on by doctors or whoever when sleeping naked, so I would make do for now.

There was no way King Sinbad wasn't going to reward me for those scrolls. If it was some kind of treasure I'd sell it and buy a new wardrobe for myself that actually suited me, and if the reward was a request then I would ask that he pay for everything directly.

The light coming in my windows changed, and I watched my 2nd sunset in Sindria.

When Sinbad found this island 10 years ago, he completely terraformed it. He didn't get rid of all of the vegetation that was here, but he did break down one of the sides to allow for easier access by boat. The side he carved out faced northish towards all of the other known countries, so no boat would have a reason to circle the island. It was a decision that would benefit the merchants and make it easier to defend.

It also meant that my windows faced west, so I could watch the Sun set every day. I couldn't help but see that as a blessing and a curse. Sure not getting the sunrise meant I'd need to put more effort into

waking up in the morning but that wasn't the part I was worried about.

See- The thing is... I have synesthesia (having 2 or more senses overlapping). I see sounds, letters, and numbers as colors and textures. I have it mild enough that I can normally block it out so it's not too distracting (thank God because music is a main stim), but sometimes I'll hear something and get overwhelmed by how it looks.

Each letter and number is a color. So every voice can make every color, but language, pitch, tone, and accent all affect the colors and textures I see from a person's voice like a filter. There have definitely been some people that I struggled to give my full attention to when I first met them because I was entranced by how their voice looked. The more I hear a person's voice the more I'm able to move its visuals to the background so I can focus -desensitizing myself to it.

Luckily, Sinbad's voice is normally not so distracting that I stop paying attention. Since it's like a merger of every voice actor I've heard play him (All the characters I had met so far were like this.) I'm already desensitized. The similarities across all of the VAs meant that his voice looked like a sunset -full of deep purples and magentas, and bright reds, peach, and gold, and with a smooth and flowing texture like painting in acrylic with a wet brush -like a painting of the last moments of a sunset.

His voice was as pretty as he was.

I hadn't actually gotten to see or hear him for a whole day. But I'd get to look at his voice's equivalent every day while living under his protection.

It was frustrating to admit -I barely knew him as a real person- yet I couldn't deny that I missed him. I feel asleep watching the sun set.

((I wasn't going to write about my synesthesia, but this is my fanfic and I thought it might be fun to reference the colors peoples voices make when the characters talk. I'm not going to paint every VA and head cannon, but I will describe them as I go. Ja'far's Japanese and English VAs have voices that look very different so finding the middle ground is proving tricky.

Also, anyone who noticed that the purple I see in Sinbad's voice is the same as the purple I've been using for the illustrations and comics is super smart and cool.))

[thedoctor1002]

Idk, I never posted one of my fics here but guess I'll try ~

Also, English is not my first language so feel free to correct me QwQ

Fandom: Psycho-Pass -season 1- (is this still a thing?)

Characters: Kogami Shinya, Sasayama Mitsuru, OC

Prompt (it was in Italian, so I'll translate): write a story using three among these words: cloud, dusk, thunderstorm, storm, hull, bay, shelter, sail, night

Title: Log date: 2110/02/28 (Friday) 22:04

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The lights of the bay flicker dynamically before your eyes.

They dance hypnotically, of the same cyan colour of your office’s walls, but with a whole different beat. They drink the red and white trails from the traffic, they shatter and multiply in the tears of an inclement rain. I know how much you hate it, you just can’t stand going on recon with an umbrella. On the other hand, I love it.

Rain brings us close together under the waterproof cloth and I manage to observe details that neon lights often hide from me: the precise way you part your hair, the last few drops of the jasmine perfume on your jacket, your long lashes. Shion thinks they’re fake. We always fight over it, can you believe me?

After all, you’ve never been the kind of woman to wear such frills. 

A notification arrives, the acid light of your impalpable PC breaks through the sacred dark from where you pretend you don’t see me. It digs your silhouette and paints you like a ghost on the huge windows of the Public Safety Bureau.

Your jet-black hair lay on your back like varnish pouring over the white silk of your blouse.

“Pulling an all-nighter, Inspector Matou?” I ask casually, exposed. With you, after all, I always am: you’re the only one that can shush my shitty jokes.

But this time you laugh slightly: nothing more than a spike, a trembling breath that shakes your ribs and lips.

“The forecasts say that the storm won’t stop until tomorrow morning,” you tell me, sitting at your desk, “also, I’ve been delaying this paperwork through all week, it's about time I get it done. Might as well do some overtime and get rid of it, don’t you think?”

“You’re such a workaholic.” I label you, realizing how lucky I am being allowed to do it: Ginoza, that prude, would have never let it slide “You should leave some for the rest of the precinct: make 'em earn their wages.”

A tired smile crosses your face as you tap your fingers on the keyboard. It’s so clear you’re trying to avoid my glance.

You used to look for it.

You looked for my eyes at briefings, in that discrete way that eventually shocked everyone. You looked for them among alleys, as soon as you heard a gunshot or the chocked sound of a fight.

And when you found me, it felt like a 7 miles free fall.

“How are the legs going?” I dare to ask. I see the hollow structure of your new shins below the hem of your pencil skirt. They swing a bit underneath the glass of your desk. You didn’t lose your damn tic, your right heel shakes like the needle of a sewing machine even when you seem calm.

You shrug and drink the bottom of an already empty glass of water.

I shouldn’t have asked. It breaks my heart, to see you like this.

You don’t give me an answer and massage the back of your knee with a sigh. Lately, I feel like you’re avoiding me.

You’re turning back into the one you were before: uncompromising, cold and distant. I wonder if the bunch of ingrates downstairs have been calling you Dobermann again. I wonder if you’re still as relentless.

You worry me: your stress level is getting darker and darker. You don’t want old Kasei to take issues with you, not again.

I can imagine how you must have felt, the night when this mess happened.

You most likely got pissed, if I do know you.

I mean, did they really think I got away on my own? I bet you never doubted me: no one knows an Enforcer better than its Inspector.

“Runaway?! Have you lost your minds?” Sasayama?!”

Those were the first words you said when they rescued you. You spoke them way before cleansing your lungs from the rotten water of the river, way before asking Masaoka if you’d have ever got back to feeling your lower legs. They hurt like hell and you had to pull them around like sandbags.

“They got him” you panted, holding tight on your mentor’s coat “They took him away, I tell you!” The one that kidnapped him wasn’t a latent criminal. The Dominator didn’t activate, not even when they shot me. Please, believe me. Check on the log files, please.”

Crime coefficient: 0.

I know that bug still haunts you.

Cause, after all, it’s can’t be anything else: who on earth is that Makishima to fly under the Sibyl Sistem’s radar? Who can fool a network that knows your crimes before you do? And how is it possible that the silhouette that kneecapped you and threw you into a river could possibly be innocent?

You haven’t lost your mind, Inspector: the Dominator betrayed me, too.

Don’t think I don’t know how pitiful must have been, the next three days.

Makishima isn’t real. Forget it, it was just a delirium. You were in shock.

It was the trauma, dear. It was a breakdown. It was burnout syndrome.

You’d use some holiday, darling. Take a week. Take two. Go somewhere far, no, better: just stay at home. Go to therapy. Keep yourself busy, don’t think about it. Work. Also, don’t work: it wears you out!

They put you back on your feet in less than six hours, but nobody allowed you to join search parties. Heaven forbid your stress level getting any darker. Heaven forbid that yet another good Inspector gets demoted among those damn Enforcers. But, still, in the whole IT section, there wasn’t a single nerd that could get that night's logs. That's one funny thing, ain't it?

Woman, sometimes I wish your damn head wasn't that hard. I wish you didn't follow the Forensics to get a lift, so soon after the deed.

At least, you could have listened to Kogami. Shit, didn't you see how pale he was? You didn't even need the Dominator to read him, his stress level was mindblowing!

You should have believed him when he told you you didn't want to enter that alley. First off, it was already full of other detectives and analysts. I have no idea what kind of business you had to do in there. Second thing second, Kogami has an eye for certain matters. Do you think he didn't notice I’ve always been all over you? Not gonna lie, maybe I told him about you, once or twice.

But no, of course, you had to get in.

The software that taught you how to walk on those carbon stilts made you stand your ground and bark a "For fuck's sake, Shinya, move!" worthy of the Dobermann’s reputation. Even those who hadn't been called out made way.

But your new legs didn't hold you, when you saw what they had made of my corpse.

I'm sorry, Katsumi, I never wanted to upset you like that. 

You know how much I would have rather have a more heroic death. I don't know, like, in the middle of a shooting, saving the day. It would have been much classier, less tacky, less trash. I think I deserved it, that's all.

You stop typing and rub your temples. You shelter what’s left of your lipstick behind your hand. I wish I could kiss it off, instead of watching you consume it in a ruby red halo in the notch between your thumb and your index.

You lift your eyes only for Kogami, who’s passing by your office like a nurse in its night shift.

“So?” he asks in a whisper, putting more care in that question than I could have ever done. More than anybody could have ever done, because he’s the only one that gets you, right now. You two seem like the only ones who lost something.

You shake your head slowly, staring at the monitor and the dangerously high Crime Coefficient on the display.

“It's not working” you wail softly, misty-eyed. I can’t believe it, is it still you?

“They’re gonna kick me out anyway, if it doesn’t lower quickly” you continue, with that realism of yours. I used to call you a jinx for that but, at the end of the day, you always got our backs. “It’s for the best if I just resign. I’m gonna keep what's left of my dignity, at least.” 

The dark profile of my best friend looks through me, as he sits on the armchair next to mine. He would like to say something, a word of encouragement maybe, we all know it in this damn room, but numbers shut our mouths. 

“You could become an Enforcer” he proposes.

Goddammit, Shinya, did we work with the same person? Katsumi as an Enforcer?

And there you go, shaking your head. You hold your face in your hands and let your raven hair hide your visage. 

“Can you imagine me, following orders? I do know how to work, I can do it better than three-quarters of our colleagues and I’ve never had problems remarking it. They’d eat me alive if they had the chance. Dogs celebrate on the corpses of lions.”

“But lions remain lions and dogs stay dogs.” Kogami finishes, stealing my lines. 

I notice the slight trembling of your finger, as you tap your touchpad to send that last confirm.

In a few moments, the system will have your resignation registered. Your profile won’t unlock your Dominator anymore and in a few days time, just enough for you to collect your belongings, you won’t even manage to enter the office.

Who’s gonna explain to old Kasei that there's more of your stuff here than in your apartment?

I’d ask you what do you plan on doing with your life, but tonight’s decision seems definitely brave enough to call it a day.

I look at the tabs you open in your browser, they mirror in the windows behind you.

Air travel.

Argentina, Cuba, States, New Zealand, Germany, Kenya. You go around the world in 80 seconds flat, you multiply your chances and spread them all through the air in front of you, in a complex diagram that doesn’t lead anywhere.

I never wanted to take you away from your home, you don’t deserve this. 

You cover your eyes with a hand and use the other one to pick a random selection from your atlas.

Greece.

“Well, at least it’s on the sea.” you wrap up, condensing in a handful of words the only satisfaction you can find in starting a brand new life.

You two stare at the transparent screenshot of your flight, the countdown on the web page seems way too joyful.

“It’s so exciting, Katsumi Matou! Check-in your luggage. Your journey will begin in: 06 days: 17 hours: 34 minutes: 21 seconds”

20.

19.

18.

Seconds pass by, in complete silence.

“Do you think it would be a burden to him?” you ask Shinya, “Do you think he’d understand?”

Who would have guessed that a cynic one like yourself could believe in the afterlife? I wish I were here to ask you. I wish we could have spoken about life, death, sex, about things long gone and things yet to be.

His hand squeezes yours gently, as he looks at you in the eye, hoping to stop the train to Paranoidland from setting off.

“It’s not your fault” he reassures you as he can: the both of you wouldn’t make the average person’s empathy.

But he’s right, though, it really isn’t: I know you’ve done anything you could. It’s always been like that.

“Maybe I owe him” you draft “Even if they don’t believe in Makishima, maybe one day I could have proved he exists.”

The teal of your Psycho-Pass would suit you wonderfully, if it wasn’t a description of your mental health.

What could you possibly do in these conditions? You’d have ended up in a cubicle, filing loss and theft reports. You would have never made it to the dossiers, surely not to those of such a controversial case. Making you end up in a study room would have been my final bullshit. I’m happy with your choice, really. I would have loved visiting Europe someday.

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Kogami rebukes you, externalizing what I’ve been thinking all along: “I’m going to look out for your man: your team has already given way too much. I’m gonna find him, Matou, cold case or not.”

You nod, but it’s clear you don’t believe him. I can read through you, you’re a terrible liar.

I don’t think you don’t trust him, most likely you’ve done the math and figured that working on an independent case is far too difficult for an Inspector, let alone for an Enforcer.

And there it is, my fall. After an exhausting chase, you finally look into my eyes, even though -according to Shinya- you’re most likely staring at the void.

Despite being used to such races, believe me, I’ve missed you.

“I’m just so sorry.” you finally whisper, giving me a bitter smile. 

Try and stop me, Ginoza, tell me once again how inappropriate it is: I don’t mind anymore. I get up and I don’t hesitate while holding you and leaving a kiss on your hair, shamelessly.

“I’m going to grab some coffee” I announce, walking backwards to the door like a shrimp, just to look at my dearest friends a bit longer. “I’d get you one, but I’m short on coins. Maybe next time.”

“See you, Inspector.”, Kogami greets you, leaving alongside me.

“Be good.” you wave back, as we were all to meet again tomorrow.

Walking through the dark alley, I can hear an excerpt from our last conversation through the opaque glass of your office.

“You’re jerk, Sasayama!”

I can hear you laughing out loud, through the crackly recording. You laughed at my gall, with that warm, strong, sweet voice of yours, mocking me. Admit it: mine, after all, were the only compliments that could make you blush.

It’s incredible how we managed to joke even inside a car that was taking us on a crime scene. To an external eye, we might have looked disrespectful. Truth is I’ve always feared death so much I just had to laugh at the reaper.

“Oh, come on, what would it take? Come with me to the Precinct’s New Year’s dinner, the 17th is around the corner!” I kept annoying you, as you were too busy driving to mind my dumb flirt attempts. I still can’t get how we never had an accident. “Be good, Katsumi, give me a joy to live for!”

“You could always ask Shion, you know? You always give her more attention, after all.”

I hear the subtle sound of the wheels stopping, the parking brake cracking and it’s like Ogishima’s outskirts appear before my eyes, in that same January night. That place gave me goosebumps, but I would have hated if you understood it.

“Here we are” you announced, with still a bit of resentment in your voice. You unlocked the passenger’s door and I remember I left your Dominator in the car’s trunk: I didn’t want you to follow me. Not that time.

“You scare me when you pay so much attention” you commented, noticing how serious I got “will you tell me why are you insisting so much to keep on searching? Kogami got the guy. Tomorrow we go, we arrest him and it's thank you, next.”

My answer has been recorded as a distant and muffled noise, but I still can trace it: “He’s not the one, I tell you. I have another suspect, but I need a more solid base. And you’re staying, Inspector.”

“Staying?! You’ve gone crazy!” you laughed, locking the corporate sedan behind you “If something were to happen to you, or worse if you didn’t come back, Kasei would…”

“I said you’re staying: it’s dangerous.”

“Sasayama, our work is dangerous,” you replied, contemptuous, understanding that clearly among the gear I brought I didn’t count yours and going back to the car to get it “One more risk won’t make a difference: if I have to drop dead, it can either be here, at home or god knows where.”

“Will you join me for the precinct’s dinner, though?”

And here is a sequence that the voice recorder surely can’t have grasped, but that I could remember even in a thousand years. You cast an outraged glance over me from above the trunk’s door, panting through a half-smile. You shook your head, tucking your hair behind your ear. And finally, after refusing my invitations since 17th November, during lunch break, you smiled shrugging.

“Deal, come on, just make way” you sighed, as your heels echoed on the wet concrete “Still, you’re a jerk.”

“I recorded it: you have no excu-”

The audio file interrupts.

End of recording.

[thatsdemko]

Promposal-T.Zegras

Requested: yes|no

A/N: this one of my imagines from wattpad the next post I promise will be the series I just felt like posting this because I know a lot of people have had their proms and I felt inspired by it awhile ago hope you all enjoy!

He always acted like he never cared. It bothered you so much how Trevor just had that vibe to him. You loved him so much but he was always this way. His mother even told you she was sorry you even said yes to dating him, and at this point you had no idea why you said yes as well.

Prom was coming up and you tried dropping hints to him about going and needing a date. But Trevor was oblivious and had no idea what you were even talking about. He always just shrugged it off saying you'd find somebody. And you had a gut feeling it was not going to be him with the way that he was acting about it.

"Have you found a dress yet?" His mother asked quietly as you walked into the kitchen to grab a water for yourself and Trevor.

"Yeah, just not a date." You said grabbing two waters and she gave you a funny look, "my son is stupid isn't he?" She asked and you nodded your head laughing a bit, "yeah kind of." You admitted. You wanted Trevor so bad to take you but you were iffy about it now, you weren't even sure if you wanted to go at this point if Trevor wasn't going to ask you.

"I'll mention it to him tonight, sweetheart." She smiled, you always trusted her to get the job done and usually she did. Like when your birthday was nearing the corner last year and Trevor kind of seemed to just forget, up until his mother told him to get you a gift or he'd be single and that certainly woke him up.

"Thank you," you sighed in relief getting tired of dropping hints to him as he seemed to be like any other guy and just be confused by hints because they never actually got it.

You sat back down next to Trevor on the couch handing him his water. You sat on one end and he sat on another focused mainly on whatever game was on the television. His eyes didn't move from the screen. You were getting bored of watching golf replay after golf replay as you were tempted to go back out and continue talking to his mom instead of watching him drool over tiger woods.

"Trev," you said crossing your arms over your chest, and he looked over at you, "yeah?" That was the first time you'd seen his eyes move off the screen during your time together so far.

"Nothing I think I'm just going to go home." You huffed not wanting to be there any longer and Trevor didn't even fight it. He just let you walk out of his house without even saying goodbye, but you took once glance back and his eyes were glued to the television.

—

"He still hasn't asked you?"

A week had gone by since Trevor's mom had mentioned talking to Trevor about prom, but nothing has happened. The guys knew nothing as well as the girls. Either Trevor wasn't telling anybody or they all knew and were being pretty good liars. Although, the only liar you could ever crack was Patrick and he didn't crack when you asked him questions so you knew nothing actually was going to happen.

"No he hasn't and I'm upset but I guess I have no reason to be if he has no idea! I'm just not going to go at this point since he just never cares! He doesn't seem to care about what I want to do and what bothers me. I love him but it's always about him."

Trevor overheard your conversation with the girls. He didn't think this really bothered you, but apparently it did. You both were people who were just happy to be together and doing whatever, but as time went on clearly that had been bothering you more and more.

"What is she mad about?" Trevor turned to jack who just shrugged who was just as clueless and lost as Trevor, and he knew he couldn't rely on that.

"I don't know, man."

"What? You have to go to prom! With or without him you're going. You don't need Trevor anyways if he's just going to let you down."

That's when it hit him. All that time for weeks when you had mentioned dress shopping to him, finding shoes, makeup, promposal ideas he realized you were trying to get him to ask you. "Never mind you think you can pull an all nighter with me?" Trevor asked jack instantly taken by surprise.

"I mean off the top of my head I don't have anything going on, but why?"

"You have to help me ask y/n to prom."

—

"Trevor, this is just as ridiculous as the last one." Patrick said taking a sip of his third cup of coffee. They were all going insane. It was three in the morning and Trevor made the plan of just asking you tomorrow right when you got out of school, which meant they had time to have done this earlier in the day, but Trevor needed to do it now or was he screwed.

"I don't know! I don't know! But I have to ask her okay and I know that it has to be an exact way she's been telling me about it for weeks."

"You mean basically speaking to a brick wall?”

Trevor was getting angry now and delusional, he needed sleep as did the other two boys badly. "Can we just work this early tomorrow? Trevor, I'm exhausted." Jack complained rubbing his hands over his eyes thinking about just falling asleep right there in the chair sounded like a good idea to him.

"Yeah I guess." He sighed taking another sip of his coffee as jack got up from the chair, saying goodbye to jack and would see him tomorrow.

"Come on, maybe with some sleep we can think of something." Patrick patted his back making his way up the stairs and Trevor told him he'd be up in a minute as he sat there going through all your text messages, Twitter DMs, and Instagram DMs of you sending him ideas, but all of them seemed too cheesy. They were nothing like him, and he felt awkward asking you that way.

Giving up he just decided to go upstairs and fall asleep and then figure out before the end of your school day how to ask you to prom.

—

You were getting hopeless. There was just no way Trevor was going to ask you. Today, in the morning before school a friend of yours got asked and then another friend got asked during lunch so you were starting to lose faith in Trevor and were thinking about returning your dress since it was obvious you weren't going.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" Your best friend  asked sitting down next to you walking into class as you sighed setting your phone down on the table.

"Pretty much just thinking about taking my dress back today, it's completely pointless." You were just annoyed that all this was happening to you. But of course it was! It was Trevor to begin with the boy would be stupid enough to cross the street with on going traffic if there wasn't a certain part of the brain in his head! With all of this going on Trevor also was not replying to your text messages so that left you a little bit more upset.

"Why? Come on, if he doesn't ask you I'm sure another guy here at school will! Trevor will realize he should have asked you if you were to say yes to another guy." Your best friend tried to convince you, but you didn't want to go to prom without Trevor. It was stupid you didn't need any guy holding you back from having fun, but there Trevor was. Doing that recently.

"I know, but–"

"If he doesn't ask by next week, ditch the idea of going with him."

—

"What is he doing here?" You asked seeing Trevor was in the school parking lot with his teammates. Trevor hadn't been to school in months now that he was doing online classes as well as the team was.

"I don't know," your friend whispered as you started walking towards your car seeing letters and his teammates holding them, but you couldn't make them out until you walked a bit closer to make out the words that read "prom?"

"I'm a really bad boyfriend for not taking a hint," Trevor said coming up to you as you gave him a hug, "will you go prom with me?" He asked you and you laughed nodding your head pulling away from him, "yes! Of course!"

"I'm so sorry I was a bad boyfriend and didn't take a hint I promise I will be more aware and alert than I have ever been in my life."

You scoffed, "yeah that'll only last for a week."

[auliahq]

March 10th, 2019

"We need to stay healthy amidst busy season, we should hit the gym together!"

After a rather successful first date, you asked me out again exactly the next weekend, this time to a place I resent so much: Gym. Why would I even go to a gym on busy season? I'm already tired with all the loaded workpapers. But I decided to go, of course, it was you afterall. We also planned to watch newly released Captain Marvel. You already bought the tickets even though it should have been my turn to pay. "It's gonna be fun!" I thought to myself.

I went home after spending all Saturday AND the first 3.5 hours of Sunday working overtime at the office (God, I LOATHE public accounting!). I texted you to wake me up at noon if I didn't text you all day, in case I overslept. I remember at this point, even after that first date, we were still texting via Instagram message (!) Yeah, I know, I was too shy to ask for your number. It's been so long since I had to ask for a guy's number! Because: 1. Guys usually just give their number to me first, and 2. I just got out from an almost-6-years relationship, so naturally my game was a little rusty.

Anyway, I got home, slept for like 5-6 hours, and got ready for our next date. I looked horrible after pulled off all-nighters for 6 days in a row! My skin looked so dull and my eyes had dark circles like panda's eyes. So I took out the best sheet mask I had at that time and wore it for around 15 minutes, hoping it would somehow fix my face instantly. And... it worked! A little. At least my skin didn't look so dull anymore. Then I had to choose my outfit, I didn't have much option for workout clothes since I have not worked out much in my entire existence. After messing up my wardrobe, I finally settled for a black shirt paired with grey stretchy pants.

"Hey, I'm on my way to your place", you texted me. "Oh, okay. Do you need me to share my location?", I texted you back. "Nope, I'm good. I still remember your place from last week" you replied. "Oh, okay then" I replied. Then I wait. 20+ minutes went by without your text, so I texted you again "Where are you now?". "Hey, sorry I think I got lost again! There was a forbidden sign and I had to turn around and I got confused" you replied. Damn boy, why did you have to get lost every time we were about to meet?! I shared my location immediately. "Here I am, where are you? Do you see any benchmark or anything?" "I don't know, I just see president's posters everywhere!". This ain't helping me at all! But seconds after that you sent a video of your surroundings. "Did I go too far?" you asked. "Yeah, hahahaha. You need to turn around, I'll just meet you on your side of the street". I crossed the road and waited.

Not long after that, you pulled over in front of me. "Miss Awul?" You called me a la online driver, while smiling from ear to ear. "Yes, please go according to the app" I replied, laughing out loud. You apologized for being lost and late, so I said "What if we exchange numbers later? That way I can call you in case you get lost again". Oh yeah, I'm being smooth as hell, I thought. "Sure!" You said excitedly. Then we had small talk along the way about work, our asshole seniors and their assholery behaviors. We were basically bonding over our agony in public accounting.

As soon as we arrived at the gym, we went for the treadmill for like 10 minutes. I magically survived, even though I couldn't feel my legs for a moment. We kept talking about basically everything. I like how our conversations just naturally kept going effortlessly. At this point I wasn't nervous anymore, so I started to open up a little bit about myself. I remember after we decided to stop working out, we were just lying in front of the AC like we owned the gym. You asked me about my college life and how come we never met even though we had few same circles, when's my birthday, where I come from, etc. You also told me a little about yourself.

Then you asked me the big question, "where should we go for dinner?". Good, now I had to think after I burnt my brain from overtime and my body fron the workout. "Do you want burger? Flip Burger just opened in Margo" I suggested. "Yeah sure, I want burger!", You agreed. So we basically just burnt some calories, just to pile up calories from junk food. Very well.

After gym, we went to Margo City, a number 1 destination for all people in Depok on weekend. We had ice cream when waiting for our movie. You brought your laptop and actually worked when we're on a date, which you still do until this post is posted hehehehe. When you were working, I asked your permission to exchange our number. Now we could chat from WhatsApp like normal people do! After ice cream, I wanted some snacks before we went to XXI. So we had snacks on Lotteria, where I took this picture for an update!

I included your hand in the picture on purpose, of course. Some people might stalk me and found out "ooh she went out with someone!". I knew you didn't mind. I didn't keep the ticket stub, but I'm glad I still keep this picture.

Not much happened when we were watching the movie. Captain Marvel was great, my companion was great and very enjoyable. None of us made any move, it was too soon anyway. After that, we had big burgers for dinner as my treat, because you paid for the movie and previous date. So it's only fair if I pay for gym and food. I made it clear for you that I have been (and will always be) paying my part on a date.

Time did fly, we went home after having dinner. The aftermath of hitting the gym was starting to strike my body, my legs were practically spaghetti and my shoulders were killing me. I ended up wearing hot patches all over my body when I went back to work on Monday. But you know what? I never regret any of it. It was fun, I was truly happy, and we agreed to have another AYCE date on the following weekend.

[immortalfic-blog]

Wasn't Expecting That (Peter Parker x reader)

This will most likely continue into a two part story if anyone actually likes this. I would say that Peter is around 18 in this. WARNING: swear words and minor mentions of sex Part 2 ~https://immortalfic.tumblr.com/post/160700069284/wasnt-expecting-that-peter-parker-x-reader-part-2 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Music was blasting throughout the whole room. Sweaty bodies were pressed up against eachother, and this was definitely, most likely NOT how Peter imagined his weekend. In fact, Peter doesn't even know why he is here, but thanks to his friends, Spider-Man himself, is now off duty. A reminder that Spider-Man should never, not ever take a day off in a city like New York. This was worse than what he could be doing right now. Music that Peter didn't even like, was playing as everyone was dancing to it. At this point, Peter lost he's friend in the crowd. He couldn't tell if Ned was even here or ended up leaving without him. Peter hoped that he were still somewhere in this 'party' if you could even call it that. In all honesty, this was more of a 'get laid' type of thing. You could see all the people mingling, getting drunk, leaving with strangers.... all the steps of getting laid. Peter wanted absolutely nothing to do with this. For all he knew, the police could be on their way. May wouldn't be happy about that since, Peter told her he would be hanging out at Ned's house. After all, Ned's exact words were, "Pete, we are about to get wild tonight!" Peter, never hearing those words being said to him before, thought that Ned meant they would be pulling an all nighter to fix the lego Death Star that Ned dropped. The wildest that Peter has ever gotten, would be staying up on a school night to watch all of the Star Wars movies. That was a HUGE accomplishment in his opinion, even having to fight off bad guys wasn't nearly as satisfying as being able to state facts while watching the latest Star Wars movie, Rouge One. But as of now, tonight was by far the most insane night Peter has ever faced. Finally getting up, and deciding that instead of self pitying himself like he has been doing since he got here, Peter went to find Ned. Peter spotted Ned in the middle of a conversation with the prettiest girl he has ever seen. Ned looked over at Peter and yells over the music, "hey man! Thought you would have left by now!" Peter diverts his attention from the beautiful girl to Ned and manages to stutter out weakly, "n-nope... still here.... as you can see..." Ned smirks at Peter, "Anyway, I'm glad you're here! Y/N, this is the guy I was telling you about." Y/N looks Peter up and down with a smile on her face, "Peter, right? I've heard quite a bit about you." Peter, who is starting to get more confident, smiles back, "oh really? Wish I could say the same." Ned starts walking past Peter and towards the drinks, "well... This is probably my cue to leave and let the magic happen! Don't do anything I wouldn't do and use protection!" At this point, Peter was a blushing mess. While Y/N was merely giggling. Over the loud music Y/N called out to him, "hey Peter?!" "Yeah?" Y/N started getting closer to Peter, she could now feel his hot breath covering all of her body. She leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear, "wanna get outta here?" Peter started shaking, "o-ok..." Damn, this was not at all part of Peters plan. He may not have ever been laid before, but this was definitely one of the steps. Seductive voices being whispered into one another's ear. Peter mindlessly walked through all the dancing body's, following Y/N's lead. She was leaving the party. Peter, who was still in a daze, followed her out of the party without any questions. After 10 minutes of an awkward silence and continuous walking, Peter finally started to snap out of his cluelessness, "w-where are we exactly?" Y/N halted, "we... umm... we will be there shortly. I promise!" He nodded, "ok. So, Y/N, tell me about yourself?" After a few seconds of silence Y/N finally answered, "there's not much to say. My name is Y/N, but you already know that. Hmm, my mom died a few years ago so it's just been my dad and I." Y/N cocked an eyebrow at Peter, "you know what? I think you would like my dad!" Peter chuckled at her, "oh really?" "Mhmm" Peter frowned lightly, "my parents died when I was about 4. They were pretty cool. Anyway, what's your dad like?" Y/N's eyes widened, "I am so sorry! I didn't know, I swear! We can stop talking about this if you want to." Peter smiled, "it's ok. If you think I would like your dad, I want to know what he is like. So, continue." "Well if you insist. I don't reallly know why I think you would like him, I kind of just have this feeling! You know? Oh, we are here!" Peter looked around but all he could see were dark, scary, alleyways. Nothing he couldn't handle! Y/N smirked to herself as she started to drag Peter into one of them. Peter was getting worried, "are you sure th-?" "SHHH!" Peter rolled his eyes but whispered nonetheless, "are you sure that this is a good idea? It's pretty sketchy around these parts." "Yeah, yeah... it's my house, so calm down." "Oh. Sorry, didn't think you would be familiar with these parts," Peter whispered back. "Annnnnd, here we are. Spiders first." Y/N popped a door open. Peter slowly started walking in but came to a stop, "what do you mean? I-I'm not Spider-Man! That's absurd!" Before Y/N could answer Peter, he was knocked out from behind. Above him stood Wade Wilson, "well fuck me! I didn't think he would actually follow you! I didn't even think he would look at you!" Y/N scoffed, "apple doesn't fall far from the tree, am I right? Whatever, that's besides the point! Why did you even want me to bring him here? He is way too cute for any of your bullshit! I for one, feel slightly guilty." Wade teased, "awww, does wittle ol' Y/N wove Peter? Yes she does! Yes she does!" "Shut it and answer my question!" Wade and Y/N have now dragged Peter into their living room. Wade sat on one couch, while, Y/N sat on the other. Wade looked at the boy who was propped up on the wall and then back to his daughter, "remember that friend of mine-?" "Last time I checked, I am your only friend." Wade faked a hurt expression, "that hurts!" He pointed to his heart multiple times, "right here." "Yeah, I know. I'm an evil person, yada yada. Can you just spill the details already?" Wade sighed, "ok, fine! I'm normally easy going about getting killed and whatever, but this is fucking serious!" Y/N interrupted, "serious enough for you to forget their name?" "Hell yeah! There is so much detail that the name is irrelevant to this. Just shut up and listen!" His daughter laughed at him, "ok, ok! You were saying?" Wade looked oddly satisfied, "ok, there's this guy right-" ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• TO BE CONTINUED. How was that? Tell me if you liked this or not! Remember, requests are open (even for anonymous people).