#like ok yeah the ship is supposed to be like a new home ok yeah. but youre all fratboys. in a big ship.

[lunataurora]

y. youre kidding me

[cheesysoup-arlo]

Cady’s Cousin (pt.2)

(pt. 1)/(pt. 3)/(pt. 4)

A/N: sorry this is mostly like “texting” also the relationship/couples I have in here are (karen and gretchen), (cady and regina), later I’ll add (janis and reader) and maybe (aaron and kevin g) idk maybe lol I won’t be tagging the ships since they’re not the main ship I hope y’all liked this lol

(Sunday 8:30pm)

*Cady created a group chat*

Cads 🦁: hey guys I made this group chat so (Y/N) can get to know you guys, you guys can get to know them, and just for fun 👍

???(1): aw Cady that’s so sweet, this is Aaron by the way lol

(Y/N): can everyone send their name please 🙏

???(2): karen 💕

???(3): Beyoncé

???(4): that’s Damian ^, this is janis 👾

Damian🌟: janis you’re no fun this is homophobia

Janis👾: yeah I hate the gays 🙄

karen💕: ??? u hat me 😞

Janis👾: no not you karen just Damian

karen💕: o okie 😽

???(5): the hottest bitch you’ll meet

(Y/N): hi Regina

Cads🦁: Y/N!!!

(Y/N): cads chill I know she’s off limits

Regina👛: aw baby you’re so cute when you’re jealous

Janis👾: barf 🤮

(Y/N): 😭😭😭

(Y/N): wait where’s Gretchen?

karen💕: sleping 😴

Damian🌟: Important question! Y/n are you one of them queers?

(Y/N): I would be offended if you thought I wasn’t

*damian has named group chat “fruit loops”*

Janis👾: I-

(Y/N): oh that’s-

Damian🌟: OK STOP BEING HOMOPHOBIC TO THE GAY BLACK MAN IM A MINORITY HERE

Regina👛: how’s everyone feeling about school tomorrow? I’m kind of excited mostly because the school cheese fries just hit different yk?

Cads🦁: I’m excited too but for classes I picked an extra math class this year

(Y/N): ha nerd 🤓

(Y/N): I’m nervous lol but at least I have you guys

Janis👾: I’m not excited I hate school it keeps me from doing more important things

(Y/N): like what?

Janis👾: sleeping

Damian🌟: I’m excited I decided that I’m gonna take the new senior only theater class which is a little out of my comfort zone but I’ll manage

Aaron🧍‍♂️: I was supposed to be graduated last year so I’m not excited at all

(Y/N): YOU GOT HELD BACK?!?! WHAT?!?!

Aaron🧍‍♂️: yeah I failed English and history so I couldn’t graduate

Cads🦁: it’s ok Aaron now you get to be with us for another year 😊

(Sunday 11:50pm) fruit loops

(Y/N): guys I can’t sleep

Janis👾: same I’ve been lying very still and it’s not working

Damian🌟: janis did you take the melatonin I gave you?

Janis👾: yeah but it’s not working 😔

Damian🌟: welp that’s a you problem then

(Monday 2:30am) fruit loops

(Y/N): do you think I can fit 40 mini marshmallows in my mouth?

Janis👾: oh absolutely

(Y/N): omg ur still awake too?

Janis👾: yeah lol

(Y/N): I just put 35 mini marshmallows in my mouth idk if I can fit more

Janis👾: if you fit all 40 I’ll give you 5 bucks

(Y/N): challenge accepted

(Monday 2:37am) fruit loops

(Y/N): I fit all 40 and almost choked lmao

Janis👾: lmao nice your $5 will be given at school

(Y/N): yippieeee

(Y/N): dude I literally can’t sleep

Janis👾: wanna call? That’s what me and Damian used to do before he got a good sleep schedule lmao

(Y/N): um sure me and my friend back home used to do that too

*incoming call from Janis👾*

“Hi” you whispered suddenly feeling a little more tired with her company even if it was only over the phone “hey” janis said with a small yawn “nice shirt” you say seeing her Lego movie shirt “oh um thanks” she says with a laugh “so what’s up?” “Let’s take turns asking each other questions until we fall asleep” you say with a little yawn “hmm ok favorite color?” She asks you “ooo definitely (your favorite color), how about you?” “Hmm either green or purple” “ooo good choice, hmm hobbies?” “I sing and write a little but I guess art even though I don’t consider it a hobby it’s more of a lifestyle” “art? Can I see some?” “Yeah sure I’ll show you some stuff tomorrow” you both yawn “shit it’s 3 am” janis sighs “fuck” you chuckle sleepy “um I’m getting tired” janis says with a tired laugh “me too” you say starting to close your eyes “good night (y/n)” “good night Janis” you say with a yawn falling asleep as she hangs up

Monday 5:30am

“Pst…(y/n)? You gotta wake up” your cousin said lightly shaking you “ugh five more minutes” you mumbled “no come on up you gotta get ready” she insisted, you got up against your body begging to go back to sleep “good morning sleepy head” Cady said with an enthusiastic smile “cads what time is it?” “5:33” “doesn’t school start at like 8:30?” “No it starts at 8 and I wanted to make sure you had enough time to get ready and have breakfast, breakfast is very important” “uh huh…mm thanks cads” you say with a yawn deciding to get up and look through your clothes “meet me in my room when you’re done getting dressed, ok?” Cady said “um ok?” You said grabbing your favorite jeans and shirt then going to look for your jacket as your cousin left

(Monday 5:40 am) fruit loops

Gretchen🌷: good morning everyone soooo so sorry for not texting yesterday I went to bed early

Regina👛: it’s ok Gretch don’t worry about it

Regina👛: also damn I think Janis and (y/n) our new insomniac duo

(Y/N): unfortunately yes I’m so fucking tired also good morning Gretchen

Aaron🧍‍♂️: why are you guys up so early it’s not even six yet? I literally woke up because of all the buzzing

(Y/N): cads woke me up :(

Regina👛: my skincare and makeup routine take like and hour

Gretchen🌷: I like mornings ☀️

You finished getting ready and headed over to Cady’s room like she asked you to. “What’s up cads?” “Eee (y/n) ok so first of all how are you feeling about your first day” “a little nervous and tired I only got like 2 and a half hours of sleep” “oh goodness (y/n) why didn’t you sleep sooner?”cady says concerned “Because I wasn’t tired?” You half joked. Cady hands you a paper. “That’s a map of the school the way Janis sees it she gave it to me on my first day I feel like it could be helpful for you” “oh um wow thanks cads” you say giving her a half hug. Your aunt knocks on Cady’s open door “hey girls good morning” “good morning mom” Cady says enthusiastically, you yawn “morning” you say with a small smile “I’ve got to head to work but I’m assuming you girls have a ride?” “Yeah Aaron’s gonna pick us up I think?” Cady answers “alright I love you two, be on your best behavior and call me or text me if you need me” your aunt says as she leaves “bye” you and Cady say at the same time. You head to the kitchen and pour yourself a bowl of cereal

(Monday 6:40am) fruit loops

Regina👛: my mom is doing a coffee run what does everyone want?

Damian🌟: iced coffee, oat milk, vanilla

Gretchen🌷: just the usual for me and Karen

Janis👾: iced coffee, oat milk, lavender

(Y/N): um (your coffee order) please

Cads🦁: can you just get me a tea?

Regina👛: yeah of course I’ll get your favorite

Aaron🧍‍♂️: regular coffee, cream and sugar please

Regina👛: ok also who’s picking up who today? I can get Karen and Gretchen as usual

Aaron🧍‍♂️: my mom said I don’t have car privileges this week so I can’t give anyone a ride

Damian🌟: I can get janis for sure but if anyone else needs a ride I can get them too

Cads🦁: can you give (Y/N) and I a ride please we’re ready whenever you are 👍

Damian🌟: yeah I’ll be over in 10 then we’ll go get Janis because I know she’s not ready yet

Janis👾: I would be offended but it’s true

Regina👛: alright meet at our usual spot?

Aaron🧍‍♂️: 👍

Damian🌟: sounds good see y’all soon

[the-sinister-story-teller]

Maybe you could do angel dust with a reader that’s the son of Rosie, started staying there after episode 8, very gentlemanly yet shy around angel. They’re crushing on each other but they just can’t tell each other, Charlie and the reader have this really wholesome best friend/sibling dynamic so the reader goes to Charlie and she gives him advice yet Charlie doesn’t tell him that she already ships them so hard. Reader and angel confess to each other and fluff ensues.

A/n: of course I could do it!! This sounds super cute and I'm thrilled to write it!

Angel x Male!Reader~ Friends To Lovers.

Mentions: Fluff, Male reader, son of Rosie reader.

Topic: request above ^^^

"...Rosie's son you say? My what a turn of events! I wasn't expecting such a thing from Rosie! Haha!!" Alastor laughed as the two of you shared a cup of tea.

"Yes well...I suppose she's full of surprises, isn't she?" You laughed softly. You had started staying at the hotel after what had happened with the angels. The hotel was fully re-done, new, and fresh. That, included rooms as well! You in particular, were staying at the hotel to take a break from all the cannibals in Cannibal Town. However, you were mainly staying to see a certain person...Angel Dust. Not for his services or anything, but because you were smitten for the spider demon. To your surprise, the demon you were thinking of, passed the corner, holding his pet pig too. "oh..Angel! Good evening!" You called out, jolting up out your seat to greet Angel, very formal.

"Oh, heya! What's up Y/n?" Angel said, hugging you softly, before pulling away, the both of you blushing. You both were crushing on one another, and it was PAINFULLY obvious to the others. Especially Charlie. She noticed it the most, and holy shit she shipped you two HARD.

"Nothing at all, I figured I should greet my favorite fellow, shouldn't I?" You chuckled softly, as Angel shrugged, bashfully looking away. You two chatted a little, before Angel left to go run some shopping errands with Vaggie. A sigh left your lips as you sat down with an annoyed groan.

"Y/n!" Charlie squealed, sitting by you. "You two were talking agaaaaain!" She giggled insistently as you shook your head.

"Yeah. Just talking...Every time I get so close to confessing I crack and just... Chicken out." You muttered, as Charlie smirked.

"Want some advice?" She hummed sweetly as you perked. She took this as a yes, cleared her throat, and began speaking. "Well first, get alone with him in a nice area, ok? Then what you do, is you compliment him a LOT so that he starts to catch on, finally, you confess!" She exclaimed. The plan made you raise a brow, but you'll take anything at this point. You sighed, willing to go through with this outrageously blunt plan. So, a bit after Angel got home, you made your move.

"Uh...Hey, Angel..?"

"Mmh? Oh! Heya! What'cha need?" Angel hummed, looking up from his phone and at you.

"Wanna go on the balcony? I heard the city looks exceptionally pretty from here tonight." You said softly. You had to figure out some dumb excuse to get him to go up there!

"Uh...Sure." Angel said, shrugging softly. He lied the thought of being alone with you. Maybe he can confess there. You both made your ways up to a balcony, leaning on the rail before you sighed.

"I wanna ask you something." You both said simotaniously.

"O-Oh uh...You go first-" You insisted.

"Nah, it's fine, mine can wait."

"How about we say it at the same time?" You recommended and Angel noded.

"I love you." You both spoke, as both of your faces when bright red.

"You...Like me back?" Angel said, shocked to be completely honest.

"Well, yes. I do. I'm honestly shocked you feel the same." You laughed softly, before feeling your face being gently grabbed, and kissed. After a quick but passionate kiss, Angel pulled away.

"Was that too much? Sorry if it was too much..." He mumbled as you kissed his cheek.

"It wasn't enough Angie."

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A/n; Sorry if it isn't long, but i hope you enjoyed it!

[e-dubbc11]

Take a Lap Pt. 3

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google. Bottom left and bottom right are actually mine, I took them in my hometown.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: A couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns. Some angst and tears and a cheesy yet happy ending.

Word Count: 6.9k-ish

Summary: Part 3 of 3. You and Billy are becoming very close, training together, he gets to know your family, and spending more time together not training but of course, it wouldn’t be a Billy Russo fic without conflict before he competes in his very first triathlon.

A/N: A couple of the pictures in my moodboard I took myself, one of my hobbies is photography. It’s just so pretty where I live. I had a lot of fun writing this series, and I hope you enjoyed it also.

PART 1

PART 2

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

After a relatively successful first open water swim on Thursday morning, you and Billy spent the late morning at his hotel and in the early afternoon, you took him to lunch and for a nice walk in downtown Mystic.

The two of you took some pictures together overlooking the water. It was a typical July day in New England, hot and humid. The sun was out from behind the fluffy white clouds and even though it was hot, your body temperature seemed to stay cooler because of your early morning swim in the river.

The water was still a little chilly but not bad so it kept your body temperature down while everyone else walking around, you could see the beads of sweat on their foreheads, the sweat stains on their shirts, and their sunburned faces.

“Ya know, baby. It’s really hot out but I don’t really feel it.” Billy said.

“Your body will take a little longer to heat up thanks to the swim in the river this morning, Billy.” You said with a warm smile.

He stopped to take in the view, the sunlight dancing across the water, the large wooden ships in the distance, and the kayakers paddling towards you heading for the overpass. Billy looked…content.

“It’s beautiful here, y/n. I remember you describing it but you really do have to see it.” He said, reaching for your hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“Yeah, this is home for me. I really do love it here.” You stated, still holding Billy’s hand.

He didn’t want you to leave him, he kept you at arm’s length all day, and you would even catch him staring at you sometimes whether you were reading the menu at the restaurant or watching the boats go by in the river. He never took his eyes away from you.

“I have to let you go soon, don’t I.” There was no hiding the disappointment in his voice.

You didn’t want to leave him either but this weekend was supposed to be about seeing your family but maybe there was a way to do both, aside from the birthday party.

“Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight? Ease into it because my entire family can be a bit much so you could just meet my parents and my brothers. That could be a nice warm up for you.” You said nervously, not knowing if he’d go for it or not.

“A warm up, huh?” He asked. “Do you ever stop coaching?” He asked, laughing a little.

“It’s too soon, isn’t it. I’m scaring you, aren’t I.” You choked out.

He continued to laugh. “No, no you’re not scaring me, sweet girl. I’d really like that.”

Billy drew you in close to his chest, he pulled his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose so his eyes weren’t hidden away anymore, he wanted you to see them and he wanted you to know that he was more than ok meeting your family.

Looking up at him through your dark lashes, you knew he wasn’t lying. Billy brushed under your chin with his fingers, tilted your face towards his and delicately pressed his lips to yours. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating, it mixed with the light scent of sunscreen and salt water that hung in the air.

“You would?” You asked him nervously.

He flashed you his perfect smile. “Of course I would. I just have one question.” He said.

“What’s that?” You said with a concerned tone to your voice.

Billy kissed you on the forehead. “What kind of flowers does your mom like?”

“The kind that smell nice.” You said with a wink.

You made him laugh again. “I think I can work with that.”

**********

Dinner with your family went pretty well. Your brothers and stepfather seemed to approve, your mom did too although she did wonder out loud why someone like Billy, who was handsome, polite, charming, and successful, wasn’t dating someone more in his “league.” She basically took a jab at you for working at a job you love instead of doing something that she approved of or considered “successful.”

Billy stood up for you even though he didn’t have to. “Your daughter is a wonderful person, ma’am. She’s funny, a hard worker, giving, she’s beautiful inside and out, and she’s an excellent teacher and coach. I’ve learned so much from her, and you should be really proud of her.”

It was the first time in a long time your mother was actually speechless.

You found yourself alone in the kitchen for a minute while everyone else was outside by the pool, Billy stepped inside and caught you brushing the tears away from your face.

“Oh so you’re hiding in here…hey what’s wrong, sweet girl?” Billy asked.

You tried to put a smile on your face. “You didn’t have to do that, Billy. I’m kind of used to being a disappointment to my mother, at least she has two other kids that she’s proud of.”

“Look at me, y/n.” He said firmly. “I didn’t say anything out there that wasn’t true. If she can’t see that, then that’s on her but you’ve NEVER disappointed me…NEVER!”

His thumbs caught the fresh tears that streaked down your cheeks.

“Alright, maybe a little bit when you suggested I wear a Speedo but that’s the only time.” Billy joked.

You cracked a smile and even chuckled a little bit.

“There it is, there’s that beautiful smile.” He said.

Pushing yourself up onto your toes, your lips met his and your nails scraped gently against his scalp. You could tell he loved it when you did that, he always closed his eyes and lightly pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thank you, Billy.” You whispered in his ear.

If you weren’t in love with him before, you definitely were now. Billy wasn’t the only one who had a hard time expressing his feelings, you weren’t sure that your feelings would be reciprocated so you held back even though it pained you to do so. You wanted to tell him more than anything how you felt about him but it scared you so you just kept it to yourself…for now.

You just enjoyed the moment of him holding you, picking you up and placing you on the kitchen counter, looking up at you with his deep brown eyes and kissing you with a passion that told you he never wanted to let you go.

You were interrupted by one of your brothers walking through the door and saying “Ummm, we put food on that counter ya know.”

“OMGoodness, you have the WORST timing, ya know!” You snapped but couldn’t help cracking a smile.

Your brother extended his arm to shake Billy’s hand. “Thank you for sticking up for my sister, Bill. Our mother doesn’t always realize the things she says are sometimes hurtful and not helpful. I try and remind her of that but you beat me to it this time, so thank you. It’s definitely cool if you date my sister.”

The look on Billy’s face as your brother was talking to him was priceless. You could see he really appreciated being told that he was “good enough,” after going through his entire life thinking he would never be good enough for anyone. Tears of sorrow were replaced with happy tears and your brother hugged you until he squeezed all of the air out of your lungs.

“Alright, good talk. I’ll see you guys out there. Ready…BREAK!” Your brother said as he walked outside and left you and Billy in the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear.

**********

Your visit home had turned into a balancing act of training, alone time with Billy, and quality time spent with your family which you think you did a pretty good job of.

Friday morning’s swim was better than Thursday’s. You pushed him a little harder, pushed him to go a little bit faster and he still only went off course a couple of times. Billy was still disappointed in himself for going off course but his time improved anyway so you praised him for that.

“40 minutes this time, Billy. And that’s even with you losing your way for a minute. You’re doing really well.” You said.

A sly smile spread across his face. “So do I get a reward, sweet girl?” He asked.

“Mr. Russo, I’ve ‘rewarded’ you plenty of times so far this weekend and it’s been two days.” You pinched his chin with your forefinger and your thumb before kissing him. “I do have to help set up for the party so I can’t stay out with you all afternoon. You can come help too if you don’t have any other plans.”

“Well, I just have to get a birthday present for your brother but I could come by after that.” He said.

His answer surprised you. “Billy…that’s very sweet of you but you don’t have to get him a present.”

“Uh, I was invited to a birthday party, of course I need to bring a gift.” Billy said.

Aside from the little bit of tension between you and your mother, the weekend so far had been more than you could have ever dreamed it could be. When you agreed to help Billy train for the triathlon, you didn’t expect to fall for him. He made it hard not to, especially once he started opening up to you when he didn’t have to.

Guys like Billy didn’t form attachments because they could be used against them, he was taught they made him weak, and he never wanted to be appear defenseless. The perfect soldier wasn’t emotional, never left themselves unprotected, they did their job and walked away. Billy Russo is the perfect soldier, or rather he was the perfect soldier until he met you.

“Ok handsome, let’s hit the showers and you can take me to lunch.” You said with a slight smile.

Billy smiled back. “Sounds perfect.” He said.

**********

Saturday morning’s swim, Billy did even better than the day before. He improved his time by another five minutes and even came close to catching up to you but the smile that stretched across his face when you told him his time was so pure, like a child on Christmas morning.

“So close! I almost caught you, y/n!” He exclaimed.

You weren’t sure you had ever seen him that excited before and it’s not like you weren’t trying or letting him catch up to you. He was pushing himself harder each time to try and beat you, and if Billy was going to beat you, he was going to have to earn it. You never let anyone win.

“Almost isn’t winning, Russo. You know that! But you’ve improved so much, Billy and I am SO proud of you.” You said throwing your arms around his neck, catching him a little off guard. When he caught you, he fell backwards, taking you with him and landing with a big splash.

When you finally recovered from your laughter and finished drying off, Billy kissed your forehead and said he wanted to tell you something.

“Baby, I can’t remember the last time I had a weekend like this. It’s just been so—nice. I almost don’t want to leave tomorrow.” He said staring out at the water, his toes wiggling in the sand, and you observing how happy Billy looked.

He just stared at the view in front of him in amazement, squinting a little from the glare reflecting off of the water, little beads of water dripping from his raven colored hair and marking the sand with small round indentations and then washing away with the incoming tide.

For a brief moment, you were frozen in time, not wanting the weekend to be over yet either but you still had one more day and one last open water swim before you leave tomorrow. Both the river and Billy’s face were calm and quiet, you almost didn’t want to disturb him.

“We have one more swim tomorrow morning, handsome. But you’re right, it has been nice. I’ve had a really great time with you.” Your voice hitched a little.

Billy turned away from the water to look at you, the sun hitting his face and warming the color of his eyes. They never veered away from you as he closed the gap between your bodies, your pulse quickening and the butterflies stirring, waiting in anticipation for him to place his lips on yours.

The comfort you felt in Billy’s embrace was soothing, you were safe in his arms and he was safe in yours as he captured your lips with his own. The sun warmed your faces, drying the water on your skin as your lips parted slightly, tasting the salt on his soft lips. A slight moan escaped your lips as he placed gentle kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“Mmmmm…we have a party to get to, Mr. Russo.” You hummed, with a slightly disappointed tone to your voice.

“Alright beautiful, I guess we should get goin’.” He grumbled, matching your disappointed tone. “Oh I got your brother a really cool drone. You think he’ll like it?” He asked.

“Oh he’s a giant man child, so he’s gonna love that. You did good, baby.”

You gave Billy a quick kiss on the cheek and he took you home so you could get ready for the party while he went back to his hotel to get ready. You couldn’t wait to see him later.

**********

Everything about the party was a success. There were a lot of laughs, good food, games, and music. Billy never let you wander too far, he just wanted you to stay close and you couldn’t blame him. Your family could be a bit aggressive with the questions and there were a couple of times where you mouthed to him “I’m sorry.” But he handled himself really well. Even your mother seemed to behave for the most part.

Your brother was ecstatic over the gift that Billy gave him. “Sis!! Bill got me a drone! It’s fuckin’ awesome!”

Your mother was quick to jump in. “LANGUAGE!”

The evening was capped off with a fireworks display in the front yard. Your brother wanted fireworks for his birthday because, why not?

Billy leaned in to tell you he had a great time. “Everyone made me feel so—welcome, baby. I don’t know how to thank you or thank your family.”

“You just did, handsome. And you’re very welcome.” You snaked your arms around his waist.

He kissed the top of your head and you pulled him close to whisper in his ear. “How about we get outta here and go make some fireworks of our own?”

He smiled a wicked smile and said “I’ll get the car.”

**********

Sunday morning you said your goodbyes to your family, then Billy picked you up for one last open water swim before heading back to the city. It was so good to see everyone and you told them you would be back next month for the triathlon.

Billy posted his best time that day, he felt confident that he would be able to finish the swim with a decent time and you were certain that he would do well.

“I just wanna take in this view for a little longer, sweet girl.” He said.

You bit down on your lower lip, smiled, and nodded. “Ok Billy, but we still have to shower and you need to check out before we head back.” You stated.

He kissed you on the temple. “Just a few more minutes, baby.”

The ride back to the city was a lot like the ride out of the city. There was a lot of talking, laughing, and singing along with the radio. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to tell Billy how you truly felt about him.

He knows you care about him and he cares for you too but he doesn’t know how deep your feelings are for him. The two of you were having fun together, what if he doesn’t want to put a label on it? What if he doesn’t love you back? You just don’t want to mess up what you have with him.

So for now, you’ll just continue to do what you have been doing. It’s back to training in the pool on Monday.

**********

Monday, 3 o’clock.

Billy was always very punctual, he was never late. He texted around 3:15 saying he was sorry and stuck at work so couldn’t train today and tomorrow wasn’t looking good either with his work schedule. He said he would call you later.

But he didn’t.

A week had passed and still nothing but a bunch of “I’m sorry” texts and he blew off your workouts. Why? He said he had a great time and liked being around your family. What could have changed?

At first you were upset, you let Billy in and this is what he does with your heart? A few texts here and there and that’s supposed to be ok? Something is up and you were going to find out what it was.

While sitting at home one night, a text came through. Hoping it was Billy, you picked it up only to see it was from your friend Rachel, she worked at the pool also. Her shift was usually after yours. It said:

I figured you’d want to know that lieutenant hot stuff has been coming in for the past week around 5 every day. He just got here. You want me to punch him in the mouth for you?

You were furious but you just texted back:

No, it’s ok. I’ll do that myself. I’ll be there in a few minutes.

You were so angry, you couldn’t see straight. White hot rage burned the back of your eyes while in the Uber on your way to the sports club, going over what you wanted to say to him in your head, not sure if you were going to be able to keep it together long enough to give him a piece of your mind.

Humiliation was the word that came to mind at the moment. It hurt so much that your knees were shaking uncontrollably as you walked down the stairs toward the pool, grabbing on to the wall when you felt like your legs were going to give out. The powerful pain in your chest was crushing, like Billy had a hold of your heart and was squeezing until there wasn’t anything left.

The thick air in the pool area made you nauseous and seeing him swimming in the far lane had you seeing red as you hurriedly walked over to him.

He knew he was caught.

“Ok, before you yell at me, lemme explain.” He started to say.

“SAVE IT RUSSO!” You yelled and didn’t care who heard you or that you were making a scene. “Ya know, as far as I’m concerned, you can keep coming in when I’m not here. You have made it very clear that you got what you needed from me—“

He cut you off. “Y/n, listen—I just—well I needed some time—“

You interrupted him. “Hey! I wasn’t finished! You got what you needed from me professionally AND personally so congratulations, well played MR. Russo! I trusted you and I fell for you, I thought I was—“ You stopped because you were choking on your tears. “You shared things with me that—ya know what? I can’t do this—goodbye Billy.”

You quickly turned on your heels and headed back toward the locker room. Jumping out of the pool, Billy immediately followed you, trying to catch up to you. When he finally caught up to you, he grabbed you by the wrist and turned you around to face him.

“I wanna explain myself baby, please.” He pleaded.

“Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me. Let me go, Billy. NOW! Have a good time at the triathlon, I won’t be there.”

You pulled yourself free from his grasp and he watched as the door closed behind you. Realizing that he broke your heart, he was in pain too. It was a strange feeling for him, it almost made it hard for him to catch his breath.

The constricting feeling in his chest was painful enough to the point where he needed to sit down, he saw the hate in your eyes and his were filled with sadness like he had just lost his best friend. You were right, he shared things with you that he never really shared with anyone else, you knew about his scars on the outside as well as the ones on the inside.

He trusted you with his heart, with his soul, the feeling of vulnerability was a new sensation for him and he got scared. He was not prepared for anyone to tear down the wall he had built, he said he would never be hurt like that again. If he doesn’t get close, he can’t be hurt, it can’t be taken away if you don’t have it in the first place. That’s what he always told himself.

It’s why he didn’t “do” relationships, but you were different. He couldn’t stop himself from sharing his stories with you, they escaped from his mouth like blood from an open wound. He didn’t want to stop himself, it was just easy with you. You were his best friend and he was in love with you.

Only he was alone now. Staring down at the tile floor, he could still see your shoe prints that you left behind, remembering the time you playfully yelled at him for having his street shoes on the pool deck.

Your words echoed in his head “I trusted you and I fell for you, I thought I was—“ You stopped before saying the only word that came to his mind…“special.” You were special to him and he wanted you back. He wanted to tell you he was in love with you too, but how was he going to do that now? He blew it. No…he couldn’t give up. That’s not what a good soldier does. He’ll find a way, he always finds a way.

**********

The next three weeks consisted of working, swimming, and not much else. You continued to swim to try and get your mind off of Billy Russo but you failed, you were constantly thinking of him. He tried calling, texting, and sending flowers. All of them went unanswered and it hurt each time you declined his call or left his texts unread but you were upset, angry, frustrated, and confused.

Some days you had thought about waiting for him to come in to swim. Rachel told you he continued to swim in the early evenings around 5 but you decided against it. He messed up, not you but it didn’t stop you from missing him.

Billy’s smile, his laugh…you missed those the most. You loved making him laugh, seeing the laugh lines around his eyes crinkle every time he cracked a smile. You missed the way he caressed your face before he kissed you, when he would keep you close while walking together, your fingers laced perfectly with one another like you were made for him and he was made for you.

The shared salt water kisses from your weekend together played on a constant loop in your memories and him defending you against the harsh criticism from your mother just made you love him that much more. “You’ve NEVER disappointed me…NEVER!”

What changed? Maybe you should have let him explain himself but you were just so angry with him, maybe he deserved that chance. And you lied to him when you said you weren’t going to be at the triathlon, you made a commitment to work it so you couldn’t back out now. They needed all the help they could get for the amount of people that participate.

And even though you didn’t open his text messages, you always saw the preview of each one. “I’m sorry…please call me…I need to talk to you…I miss you.” You wanted to answer, you were drawn to Billy like a magnet, it was difficult to stop yourself but you refrained.

He wouldn’t try this hard if he didn’t care, right?

The day before leaving to go home for the triathlon, you stopped to pick up your mail before going upstairs for the night. After thumbing through countless pieces of junk mail and a couple bills, you found an envelope with your name handwritten on it. The return address was Billy’s, you felt your pulse jump and warmth spread across your chest. You decided to wait until you went inside your apartment to read it.

After throwing your things on the kitchen table, you ripped open the letter. The Anvil logo appeared at the top and his apologetic words stretched across the page.

Dear y/n,

I know you’re angry with me and I don’t blame you. I’m angry with myself. The time we spent together, with your family was one of the best times I’ve had, probably ever. Obviously I don’t know what it’s like to have a family and the night we drove back to the city, I had to be alone with my thoughts. I didn’t like it, I didn’t like that you weren’t right next to me but it made me think what if we don’t work out? You brought me into your life, into your family, your whole family and I thought, what if I could never be part of that again?

My entire life, almost everyone that I’ve ever cared about has been taken from me or left me. You know about my mother, but my friends I had at the group home, they either died or ended up in prison. With the exception of Frankie, most of my marine buddies died in combat or I lost contact with. I thought it would be easier just to push you away so I wouldn’t have to think about the possibility of you leaving me. I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with.

And you’re right, I shared things with you that I normally don’t tell people about. You words play over and over in my head like a broken record. “I trusted you and I fell for you, I thought I was…” And that’s when you stopped but I knew you what you were going to say. You were going to say “special” and I want to tell you that you are.

I fell for you too. It’s not easy to make me laugh but you do, I find myself grinning like an idiot when I think about you (Frankie makes fun of me when he catches me) and you never let me get away with anything when you were training me. I love how hard you pushed me to help make me better and the fact that you took time away from your vacation to help me, no one has ever cared enough to do something like that for me.

I know I don’t deserve another chance, I hurt you and I’m so sorry. I don’t want all those hours we spent training to go to waste so I’m still going to do the triathlon. I don’t have anyone to blame but myself that you won’t be there, but just know that I love you and I hope one day you can forgive me.

Love, Billy

Your tears dripped on to the letter causing the ink to run a little, all of his feelings written out in front of you on that piece of paper, it must have been incredibly difficult for him to write this. The pain in your chest eased when you read the words “I love you.” He does feel the same way you do, you were special to him, and he needed to know that even despite him being difficult at times, driving you crazy, questioning you every step of the way during your training sessions, you still love him.

The ride home was a lot different than the last time. The train was loud and uncomfortable but thinking about those three words again “I love you” brought you to a place that you never wanted to leave. You never deleted the pictures of you and Billy off of your phone, he was still your lock screen and you’d catch yourself looking at it from time to time.

His handsome face, those liquid brown eyes of his, sometimes you swear you could still feel his beard tickle your cheeks. It would make you chuckle to feel it brush against your skin, he knew that so he would do it on purpose and really make you laugh.

You were thankful your parents didn’t ask too many questions about Billy when you arrived home, they didn’t really need to know anything yet so Friday and Saturday were uneventful but you had quality time with your family and saw a couple of old friends while you were in town.

Trying to sleep on Saturday night was challenging. Your nerves were firing all throughout your body and the butterflies in your stomach were not the good kind. It was more like a wave of nausea crashing in the pit of your stomach over and over again. Every time you closed your eyes, you would see Billy’s face, remembering all the times you made him laugh, the times he would question you and you would have to ask him “Who’s the teacher here, me or you?”

He was the one used to being in charge and this time he wasn’t which bothered him a little at first but he wouldn’t be asking for help if he knew what he was doing. He liked being challenged and liked that you didn’t back down when he would push back.

You were excited to see him tomorrow but also very nervous, the last time you saw him was when you gave him an earful and every fiber in your body hurt to do that but he had to know that he hurt you. What were you going to say to him tomorrow? What would he say to you? In a matter of hours, you would find out but for now you should try and get some sleep.

**********

Even though it was early, it was already hot and humid as you walked across the parking lot to meet up with the other guards you were going to be working with. You made sure to get there really early, hoping to not run into Billy yet. You wanted him to finish the race first, as to not distract him from doing what he needed to do.

And the earlier the better because then you would get to choose where you wanted to be whether that’s out on the water or if you wanted to be on shore. So you chose to be out on the fire department’s boat. High up on the bow of the boat you would have the perfect view of all the swimmers in the water.

After gathering all of your equipment, you heard a low gravelly voice call out your name.

“Y/N?” He said.

You turned around to see a man with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and his nose looked like it had been broken a handful of times but he was still ruggedly handsome. You thought this had to be Frank.

“H—Hi.” You said, nervously.

He extended his hand to shake yours. “Frank Castle. It’s really nice to finally meet you.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to finally meet you too. Billy talked about you a lot.” You said.

“Bill said you weren’t going to be here though, he told me what happened but I saw you walk through the lot and I recognized you from the pictures that he showed me.” Said Frank.

You had that sick feeling in your stomach again. “Well, I did make a commitment. I would have felt really bad if I backed out so I needed to be here. And full disclosure, I wanted to surprise him.”

Frank smirked. “Well he’ll definitely be surprised, kid. He hasn’t really been himself lately, he misses you. I don’t blame you for being angry though, told him he was stupid for pushing you away but he’s stubborn as I’m sure you know.”

You chuckled a little and nodded as tears stung the back of your eyes.

“But I’ll let him speak for himself, you plan on talkin’ to him when this is over, yeah?” He asked.

Your hands were shaking a little. “Yes I do but don’t tell him I’m here, Frank. Please? I don’t want to distract him, I still want him to do well.”

He nodded. “Yeah alright, I won’t tell him. I better get back to him before he comes lookin’ for me. He just wanted someone here to support him, ya know?” He said.

“Well now he has two people.” You said with a warm smile.

Frank smiled back.

“I hope to see you too after the race, Frank. You’re a good friend to Billy.” You said.

He pulled you in for a quick hug. “I’ll see you after the race, kid. Oh he’s number 081, by the way. Don’t let my boy drown.”

“Never.” You said and headed off toward the boats.

The swimmers would go in two heats as to not have too many of them in the water at once. It made it easier on the guards to better keep track of everyone in the water.

You asked if you could borrow the fireman’s binoculars to look at everyone standing on shore, they were all ready to take off as soon as the gun went off. Almost frantically, you searched the crowd looking for number 81. It would either be pinned to his chest or if he’s not wearing wet suit, it will be on his swim cap.

You found him standing off to the side, not close to anyone but then watched him move closer to the inside of the crowd. Maybe he remembered your advice to stay toward the inner arc rather than the outside, he doesn’t want to make the swim longer than it has to be. And there will be less of a chance he’ll see you on the boat.

The lifeguard in charge gave you a bullhorn in case you needed to get a swimmer’s attention if they were going off course, sometimes the whistle wasn’t enough.

They were getting close to starting, the swimmers took their positions, pulled their goggles down and waited for gun to go off. As soon as it went off, the first heat of swimmers plunged into the water.

It churned with the amount of splashes between arms and legs furiously moving through the water, the bay was full of bright green, blue and white swim caps dancing across the surface of the water and the reflection of the sun bouncing off people’s goggles made it a little difficult to see them as they turned their heads to breathe.

Billy was in the first heat. You saw him take off but lost him just as quickly as you found him but you had to concentrate on keeping everyone else safe and on course. About a third of the people in the first heat had passed you on the boat, then it was up to the guards in the kayaks to keep an eye on them.

One swimmer in particular was swimming toward the boat you were on. Shouting into the bullhorn, you told them they were off course. As they got closer to the boat, you saw the number on the swim cap, 081. Your heart moved from your chest into your throat when he stopped to tread water in front of you which made you a little angry because that was messing up his time.

“What the fuck are you doing?!!!” You shouted at him.

“I thought you said you weren’t coming.” He said, flashing his perfect smile at you.

“I’m gonna drown you myself if you don’t get goin’!!!” You yelled.

He laughed a little. “I love you.” He finally said.

You brought the bullhorn up to your mouth and aimed it right at him. “I love you too, Billy. NOW MOVE IT, SOLDIER!!!! GO!! GO!! GO!!!”

He laughed again and started back towards the rest of the swimmers and just like that, you lost him again in a sea of swim caps. It would be awhile before you would see him again as it was only the first leg of the race, he still had biking and running to finish.

**********

The fireman brought you back to shore after all the swimmers were out of the water and you couldn’t do anything except wait until he crossed the finish line. So you found Frank and waited for Billy together, he told you stories, you told him stories and before you knew it you started to see people cross the finish line.

You had to wait a little while longer before you could see Billy get closer to the finish line and as he crossed, he didn’t slow down or stop. He ran right to you, his lips crashing onto yours, and picking you up in a tight embrace.

“I am so, so sorry baby!” He mumbled into the side of your neck.

A smile stretched across your face, you raked your fingers through his wet hair and told him “I know, my love. I know. I got your letter.”

Breathing heavily, he just continued to stare at you, not caring about anyone else around him or what else was going on, he didn’t even care about what his overall time was. He was just happy to have you in his arms again.

He pulled away briefly to talk to Frank.

“Frankie.” He pulled him in for a hug. “Thank you for being here, man. It really means a lot.”

“Proud of you, Bill. Really. I’m gonna go wander around so you two can talk, yeah? I’ll be back.” He said.

You found a shady spot under a tree so the two of you could sit and talk, Billy could catch his breath and you could rest your legs because you’ve been on your feet all day.

“Did you really mean everything you said in that letter, Billy?” You asked him.

Billy ran his fingers through his damp hair and focused his eyes on yours. “I meant it all, sweet girl. All of it. I love you…I’ve just always been afraid of people leaving me so I just do it before they can.” He said with a hitch in his voice.

“I get why you would think that. If that’s all you’ve ever known, then I understand. You still hurt me, Billy.” You said. “But I love you too.”

You gently brushed his beard with your thumbs and leaned in to kiss him.

He took your hand in his, gingerly touched your knuckles with his fingertips, and looked down at your hands when he started to speak again.

“Ya know, a lot of people know where these scars came from.” With your fingers, he started to trace the scars left behind by the bullets. “But no one really knows how…” He placed your hand over his heart. “How I got these…except you.”

His words broke your heart, he had shared those feelings with you and now you understood that his outside scars weren’t the ones that hurt the most, it was the inside ones. He couldn’t bear the thought of possibly adding to the deep scars on his heart.

“I want to help heal your heart, not break it, Billy.” Immediately, your eyes welled up with tears, they spilled over and ran down your cheeks. “If you’ll let me.” You said.

Before you could say anything else, Billy’s lips were on yours, his hands tangled in your hair, and he whispered against your mouth. “I love you…so much.”

“I love you too.” You replied.

As if right on cue, Frank reappeared after his walk.

“Alright lovebirds, I’m starvin’. Let’s go get somethin’ to eat but we’ll let Bill take a shower first, I’m not takin’ him anywhere smelling like he does right now.” He joked.

You let out a chuckle. “Yeah ya know, you are a little ripe, handsome.”

Billy looked at Frank and back at you. “It’s that bad, huh?”

You winked and smiled at Billy.

“There is something I wanna ask you y/n.” Frank said.

“Sure. Go for it.” You said.

Frank narrowed his eyes and looked slightly confused when he asked “With that many swimmers in the water, how do you know if everyone made it out alright?”

You smiled before answering him. “By the bikes.” You said.

Billy and Frank looked at each other with confused looks on their faces.

“If all the bikes are gone, everyone made it out of the water.” You said.

Billy and Frank pointed at one another and in unison said “Ohhhhhhhhh.”

You shook your head and let out a soft laugh.

With the early afternoon sun beating down, Billy collected his bike and walked away from his very first triathlon not knowing what his final time was. He wouldn’t find out until later that he placed 50th overall among a crowd of over 300 but he didn’t care. As long as you were walking with him—it didn’t matter what his time was. He knew he had already won.

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[sugaroto]

Did I tell you guys that I decided to change universities ✌️🤪

Look I even made pros and cons, something I also did last year when I made my μηχανογραφικό but eh

Basically uni 1 vs uni 2

(works at specific place) / whatever?

Close/far

Expensive (rent) / cheap (rent)

Friend(s) study at the same city / no friends (from home)

12€ (to travel home) /200€

Good job? /I don't know

I don't like it /I don't know

I mean. I hadn't been thinking about it all this time, but my friend who studies there(city not university) has been trying to persuade me to go there and I've been thinking

I think what settled it was when I told my mom "if I'm gonna study 2 things I hate I could at least do the one that's close to home"

Cause like. My current university is literally on the other side of the country and costs me 200€ to travel home meanwhile the other one is 3-8 hours away with the ship and 12€ (the normal is 3 hours but sometimes boats make a lot of stops in a bunch of different islands which makes it 8) BUT it's basically 3 hours

And uh what else.

Well I'm not sure what I'm studying??? Like , I don't know what job I can find with what I'm doing currently?

Like, it's supposed to cover a bunch of different stuff ✨ which I do not really understand

And if I'm honest I think you can just. Work all that without a degree?

Like one of our classes is video editing and, well not to be a ψώνιο but I've done better fandom edits than that

Which -- I guess it's a new class and we're taking it slow- BUT BRO

I mean even on the photo editing class I've made better edits of my friends kissing Dylan O'Brien and Konstantino Argyro when we were 13 and now I just put a girl on the beach with a red shirt on

Which ok I suppose we're taking it slow

But

I don't know what that university will give me for my future

The one that is close to home has a sure job in this country

I mean, I'll try to get out as something different but related which I find more interesting But like

This is the future of islands. I live on an island, its like the solution

And like yeah sure I'm not sure if I want to stay here forever

But like, I could find jobs with it elsewhere as well

Plus I can learn a second language there which I would like very much

[immortaltale]

hi everyone this is my (newly coined) oliteta indoctrination post. at first it was a joke because they're two of my favs and i just wanted to see them together but then it became not a joke anymore so just hear me out ok. awesome

so yeah here's a bit of my idea for their backstory/dynamic i guess. disclaimer i am not an arsenal fan and obviously have no knowledge of the state of the team and dressing room a decade ago so i'm basing a lot of this on this article. arteta joined arsenal in 2011 and giroud joined a year later. at the time arteta was well respected yet allegedly kept his distance from most players. but that was never going to stop giroud, ever the outgoing and friendly guy, also eager to make an impression in this new country. arteta grows intrigued in giroud because to him it feels like giroud is the only one purposely trying to connect deeper with him (but actually giroud is just treating him like how he treats everyone else) so he makes an effort to try and get to know him more.

it's after a while of their budding friendship (and after arteta defends giroud's slow start at the club) when arteta tells giroud of his feelings, because arteta has always been upfront about what he wants. upon which giroud is surprised, because in his head he hasn't been doing anything particularly special to warrant someone being attracted to him. but hey arteta is attractive and clearly likes him so why not. thus begins a sort of strange relationship where it is purposely left a bit undefined, as they are able to find comfort in each other but also know that they're going home to different households at the end of the day. they each admire different qualities in the other, giroud with arteta's leadership and tactical mind and arteta with giroud's hardworking and positive mindset. etc etc. i don't actually have much else to say here you can just look at the chart to see what i imagine their dynamic is like. to me it's also not an official "romantic relationship" but more of a homoerotic qpr maybe where they're weirdly devoted to/affectionate with each other without being officially together and all the history books would say they seemed like very close friends. and maybe they were. or maybe they weren't

also i just need to say this here too. arteta's third son is named oli and he was born in the summer of 2015 when arteta's contract was supposed to run out, and before it was announced he had signed an extension. coincidence? probably. but for the purposes of my ship? arteta named his son after giroud to still have something to remember him by even after arteta retired and left arsenal. thanks for coming to my tedtalk everyone

(i do also think that their activities probably ended as easily as they begun. they both knew it was the right time for arteta to move on with his career. there was no "breakup" as they were never "together" but it was a parting all the same. maybe it ends with giroud telling him "take care of oli for me" and arteta responding "oli will always have a place in my heart")

[oh-surprise-its-me]

ron/chris prompt. we’ve seen how Chris is when Ron gets hurt but what about if the roles were reversed and Chris got hurt on a call? Imagine if Ron was on deployment at the time although i’m not sure how that would work because with DADT would they even be allowed to be each other’s emergency contact? I don’t know. I think it’d probably be Sarah and she would then have to inform Ron or something. Just wanna know your thoughts.

PS I don’t know why but I love this pairing so much!

I’m so glad you love them!!

Technically speaking they could have each other listed and claim roommates. That’s the entire point of don’t ask don’t tell. Their superiors can’t ask unless someone says something that implies or a soldier tells about homosexual behavior. (1994)

So yes. Ron would be called. He could show up to the hospital but medical treatment is another thing. Unfortunately boyfriends/girlfriends couldn’t make medical decisions for them. A family member would have to. It was fucked up. So in Ron’s case that would be Sarah. In Chris’s it would be his sister Rebecca. (Keep in mind they would have to keep it this way until 2010.)

That being said it’s time for me to cause them pain.

In 1995 Ron was called into his superior officers office.

He has to just stand there and nod as he’s told that Chris is in a coma. Chris is in a coma, and Jake is with Chris’s sister.

Oh god Jake.

Freak accident they’re saying. Load bearing beams fell on him. They don’t know much other then he’s stable, has broken ribs and a leg.

When Ron comes back to their room and sees Tom he whines. It makes Tom’s head shoot up. “Ronnie? What’s wrong.”

He opens his mouth and closes it again. He can’t be here on a ship thousands of miles away from Chris and Jake. How dare he do that to them. “Chris.”

Ron watches as Tom process what was just said to him. “Okay is he alive?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay where’s Jake?”

“Becca’s.”

Tom comes closer and pulls Ron onto the couch. He sits so Ron can lean against his chest. “And Chris?”

Ron shudders. He starts crying for real. “Coma. Some broken things.”

Tom inhales. God. He feels his own tears start for Chris. “Can we leave early? Get to Texas?” Ron shakes his head. “Asked. They said no. Have to stay the rest of the month.”

Tom wipes at his eyes. “Mav can go. Bradley can stay with Sarah.”

Ron sits upright. He scrubs at his face. “What kind of boyfriend am I. What kind of father. Christ I’m just like my dad.”

Tom smacks Ron. “You are never allowed to say that you are nothing like him. It’s not like you wanted to be on a ship when this happened. We got called for flight we aren’t even technically supposed to fly anymore. How were you supposed to know Chris would be in a freak accident.”

Ron nods. He knows this. But god. Jake is only 8. He should have one of his dads around.

Tom pulls Ron back down, he starts running his fingers through his hair. “It’ll be okay. He’ll wake up, I’ll call Mav in the morning he’ll show up and tell us how bad it actually is.” - “I want to throw up. I can’t loose him.” - “you won’t.”

—

When Mav sets foot into the room the first thing he thinks is he’s never seen Chris not moving. It’s a very unnerving sensation.

He flips through Chris’s chart. Shit. He’s got some burns on his leg under the cast. He’s going to be pissed about those.

Otherwise it seems like they are waiting for him to come out of the coma on his own, a good sign.

He walks to the nearest phone and dials the number he was given. “He’s fine. Waiting for him to wake up on his own. New burns but not bad. He’ll be okay Sli.”

—

When Ron gets the message he collapses into Tom’s arms. They don’t care who sees them this time around. “Mav says he’ll be fine.” Tom lets out a breath he didn’t know he was still holding.

“Three weeks until you’re back home. We can do that.”

Ron grabs onto Tom’s wrist. “Can you come for a day. I know you’ve obviously gotta get back to Bradley but please.” Tom hugs him. “Course. I gotta make sure that fool of yours is okay.”

-

When they show up in Texas Chris is on crutches. His ribs are wrapped, Jake is helping him cook.

Ron just walks in and Tom follows. He gets a yelled dad from Jake. The kid slams into his legs. “Hey chickie you take care of your dad while I was gone?”

Jake nods, “yeah! But aunt Sarah helped some once Mav left.”

Tom moved to take over things at the stove, but before he did he held onto Chris. Tom kisses his head and then gently pushes him to Ron.

Ron is crying a bit. When Chris reached him he puts his arms around Ron’s neck. It’s a stretch and the doctors probably said not to do stuff like that because of his ribs. He doesn’t care. It’s now he’s always hugged Ron. That’s not going to change.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you, sorry you had to get that kind of phone call.”

Ron shakes his head. He picks up Jake, Chris kisses the side of Jake’s head. “Chickie here has been a fabulous help. Some of the guys from the station are helping out also. But Mav was a lifesaver that first week.”

Tom laughs “don’t tell him that.”

Ron looks at his family. He can’t believe he almost lost Chris. But if he keeps thinking about it he’ll go insane. Chris is fine he’s breathing.

He’s going to have nightmares about this for months though.

[braceletofteeth]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers✨️🎶

tagged by @leporschespam 🥰 Thanks!! <3

(I had to go and take a look at the Most Played on my music player, then I took note from the ones I know I actually listen a lot)

Me and My Husband by Mitski

A few months ago I was taking a quiz, as you do, and, in one of those infamous song lyrics questions, there it was. That's not where I found the song, though! (it happened long before that). I'm telling you about this specific moment because, in the quiz, it was classified as a song about codependency, and when I read that I was like “Yeah. Pfff. Alright.”, you know, incredulous, but then... I started thinking about all the ships I relate to it... And, as you can imagine, I went from oh to oh very quick.

Use Me (Original ver.) by PVRIS

The new version with a rap part is good too. Not very necessary, but good.

PVRIS is one of those rare bands I vibe with many songs, instead of just few and far in between.

I ALSO REALLY WANT TO EDIT VEGASPETE WITH THIS ONE BUT I NEVER GET AROUND TO DO IT 😭

Sad Girl by Lana del Rey

I used to think the lyrics said 'He's got the fire, and he talks with flames'. It sounded really cool in my head.

Choreomania (Live At Madison Square Gardens) by Florence + The Machine

The studio version is ok BUT THE LIVE VERSION IS EVERYTHING. I love dancing and being dramatic to the sound of Florence songs.

Also, I was today years old when I finally learned how to spell the title of this one (and what it actually means) 🤡

Baby Came Home by The Neighbourhood

What I like the most about this song is that it's tranquil, relaxed; beach vibes, even. Till you get to the bridge, and then you can't help but scream at the top of your lungs.

That's also a Moonjo/Jongwoo song!! I go completely feral every time someone edits them with it.

+ Bonus! New song I've had on repeat lately:

Bells in Santa Fe by Halsey

The first time I heard it was in the new season of YOU, but back then I didn't care enough to go looking for it myself. However, everything worked out just fine, because a week later I found it again—in the playlist of a KinnPorsche fic, of all things.

The reason why I'm listening to it so much at the moment is, Idk, maybe because I'm under stress, and the chorus feels like a daily affirmation/mantra thing...?

Halsey: All of this is temporary.

Me: Yeah I sure fucking hope so lol

—

I'm supposed to tag 10 of my favorite followers, so, let me see... I'll tag some blogs I see in my notes often, but I may not have interacted with directly yet:

@arson-is-lit @wholesometoad34 @notsocharmy @anamaycrystal @technicallyausername @phant0m-l0rd @knifeyrat @thealmightyawesomegay-blog @blue-ladoo @mayablackwolf

I haven't spoken to most of you before. I don't know if you like games, or to be tagged in said games, and, to be honest, one by one, I feel like this invitation will most likely be politely refused, for one reason or another. Doesn't matter. I may never know what kind of music you're into, but I know about other stuff that you like. And you know about stuff that I like, too.

Both to know and to be known feel nice, and good enough. Thank you for being around. 💚

[yanderelovlies]

Welcome back to our regularly scheduled program of Jean cross dressing-

Joesph:ok ok...run this by me again...how is this supposed to get MC back?

Jean dressed as a hot young woman:simple! You stroll in with your new hot young piece of ass! Me! They'll be begging for you in no time!

*time skip*

Joesph:it's been 30 minutes and they didn't even look at me i say we cut our losses and go home...

Jean:OH I'll make them look! I have been reading up on things that sound sexy~

*he bites his lip wiggling his eyebrows Joesph looks...so uncomfortable..as Jean clears his throat*

Jean in a high pitched voice:*AHEM* OH YEAH JOEY I CAN'T WAIT TILL WE GO HOME AND YOU WATCH ME HAVE MY PERIOD!

*everyone just turns to them*

Joesph:WHAT THE FUCK!? THATS NOT SEXY!!

Jean laughing:well not to you..

*another time skip*

MC:well...you two seem happy together.....uh..what did you say your name was?

Jean in a high pitched voice:Gina!

MC:well Gina seems perfect for you! Like she knows you like no woman ever has..

Jean in a high pitched voice:YOURE GODDAMN RIGHT I DO!

MC:hey invite me to the wedding am i right haha-

*Jean fucking back hands them*

Jean in a high pitched voice:YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY MAN!

MC:well....ok uh....have a nice life!

*they awkwardly leave as Jean smiles*

Jean:see? Their all over you! They'll be sucking you off by tomorrow mor-

*Joesph slaps him and leaves*

Juniper💜

P.S:I swear i don't ship them-

What kind of dress do you think Jean would wear? I'm leaning to something like this

[zalrb]

OTH 2X22 REWATCH REVIEW

 1. IIIIIIIIIII DON’T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYNA BE LATELYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

2.

3. At least she was less exhausting for a few episodes.

4. “Game to 11? I’ll give you 10 and the ball?” Sometimes Lucas is funny.

5. Are Delena shippers just Dan Scott in disguise?

6. I like how Karen is just walking on glass.

7. Lmao, Nicki lied under oath so that means that Jake gets Jenny until a new hearing but Jake literally kidnapped his child and hid from the police, they would not put Jenny in his custody. I still love how neither of these people have involved parents.

8.

Because you’re not funny, Whitey.

9. I like how anyone can just get into see Haley by saying they know her. She’s supposed to be a rising star.

10. Look, I’m all for living your life and having fun with whoever you want but the husband you apparently love crashed a race car then gave you annulment papers, Haley.

11. “We’re just kidding around like ...” “We used to do?” I’ve never seen you two do anything remotely like this.

12. “I miss you so much” there are phones, you know. And webcams. You guys could’ve been talking if you wanted to.

13. “For every sentence you write of your essay, I’ll give you a kiss.” Ugh, either makeout fully or leave me alone to do my final, please.

14. “Hey, Nathan, I’m sorry I’m happy.” OH MY GOD, PEYTON WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP? Either DON’T tell him Jake’s getting out of jail and call Brooke to tell her the news instead or just own the fact that you’re happy. YOU ARE INSUFFERABLE.

15. I like how there are NO guards in this scene. At the very least the guards should be restraining Jake while he tries to explain to them that Nicki is kidnapping his child who he kidnapped first.

16. “You know he told me not to come home, right?” Girl. GO ANYWAY.

17. “You stuck by me when I left the river court” right but no one else was getting emotionally slaughtered in the process of you doing that. But whatever.

18. No one is asking Haley for an autograph.

19. “But you can come into the devil’s lair. Have sex with Chris Keller. Whatever!” Not gonna lie, I always laughed at that line.

20. “Here’s the deal, Brooke Davis thinks that Chris Keller can self-serve Chris Keller in other words you can---” “Hey Brooke!” “I can’t breathe ... there’s no room in Chris’ ego. CAN WE GO?” she has the best lines on the show.

21. Lucas is so nonthreatening.

22. I like how easily the glass in Dan’s office can shatter.

23. “I don’t understand why it has to be music or Nathan” well exactly. 

24. Awww Jeyton break up. Now, I know the point is that Jake is saying she deserves better than being with someone who goes to jail or has to go on the run and who doesn’t have a stable life and that’s why he breaks up with her but it’s summer now, she legit could’ve just gone looking for Jenny with him for two months and then gone back to school but it’s fine.

25. “You’re too amazing to be carrying this around, you’re too full of greatness.” I mean, I guess.

26. Tbh though, the acting could use work, Hilarie’s like squeal cries aren’t working for me and Bryan’s pained face doesn’t have the necessary nuance but when they hug? THAT’S when I really feel how torn up they are

27. "May angels lead you in...” oh my God, I remember on one of our high school trips to the States, the boys came into our hotel room to hang out and they played this song on their guitars. They also played “Chasing Cars” “Hey there Delilah” and of course “Wonderwall.” Fucking high school. 

28. I think I did a Stefan and Lexi video to this song. I did. Oh God, it’s so bad.

29. Always loved this moment.

30. BEST SCENE. “It’s OK that you’re into Peyton” because he looks at her like that is the DUMBEST thing I’ve heard in my LIFE, Brooke. MY. LIFE.

31. Keith and Karen are just not believable as THAT ship. Like when Karen whispers Andy’s name, the way she closes her eyes?

 I was glad  they eventually ended up together.

32. But Andy rolling up in a limo is so fucking extra.

33. “Did you know that you’re bleeding?” “Yeah, it’s kinda weird. It should probably hurt but I don’t feel anything.” SYMBOLISM.

34. I like how The Wreckers are the bigger names in this whole thing but Chris and Haley take up most of the space on the poster.

35. “Shaw was right, as we strain to grasp the things we desire” SHUT UP, LUCAS. Even Peyton’s voiceover is less insufferable than yours.

[galactic-pirates]

Ok so I am finally watching the Book of Boba Fett. I know I don’t why it took me so long either. Spoons for new things are hard to find.

Anyway I have 2 episodes left so the other day I saw “Return of the Mandalorian” and first of all what the actual fuck? It’s the Boba Fett show and he didn’t appear??? Credit only in his own show? I am appalled! Like Mando has his own show so just like what? No! Why? Wrong so very wrong.

Second. That ship is NOT at all practical. Yeah it goes fast but the cockpit is tiny. Mando is a Bounty Hunter - Bounty! - so where is he supposed to put his captives? He had a cryofreeze chamber ala Han Solo on the Razor Crest. Plus you know somewhere to sleep, store extra weapons, make food etc. - it was a home. It’s like trading a I don’t know mobile home with a trailer hitched to it, for a 2 door convertible sports car where the engine takes up the backseat/boot. Like that is great for the track but it’s not a car to do the grocery run in. That fighter ship is cool to mess around in for a few hours, but it can’t be comfy for spending days in space. I mean if nothing else there’s no bathroom. You’d get cramp just sitting there unable to stand up.

So yeah I am annoyed at the lack of logic.

And also poor Boba Fett being sidelined in his own show.

[neon-moon-beam]

I haven’t touched PLA in almost 6 months. 

As always, please don’t send me your headcanons, theories, etc. I don’t like to discuss these things with strangers. I’m also not interested in arguing over my opinions, or calling anyone out specifically, nor am I saying all headcanons, au’s, are bad, etc. And please don’t ask for my approval of yours’! Make what you want, just please be considerate of how you portray characters and whether or not making an OC might be a better choice!

bl*nkshippers dni--I will block you.

Sometimes I think about shiny hunting, since the shiny spawn rate in that game is ridiculous, but the game itself made me feel bad because the plot is that you do everything literally everyone asks, but NONE of it helps the player character (or Ingo) go home. I can understand sometimes devs run out of time and sideplots resolve quickly and/or anticlimactically, but not only were some sideplots just dropped, but the main plot as well! Story is one of the most important parts of a game for me, and PLA seemed to not even know what it wanted the story to be. “Complete a PokeDex. Wait, stop Dialga and Palkia. Oh wait, the real issue here is Volo with Giratina! Oh, finish the PokeDex. Show Arceus around...perpetually?” The “ending” is unsatisfying. There’s no payoff. We don’t even find out why two characters have been misplaced in the first place, or if they return home! Yeah, Arceus wanted the PokeDex done, but why was this urgent, and why did this require sending almost definitely Dawn/Lucas back in time? Why wasn’t the player character an ancestor? When a game poses more questions than it answers, it’s often a sign that the storytelling is not good. Some mystery is OK, and not being able to know every last thing is realistic, but dropping everything seems like all the developer effort went elsewhere, they ran out of time, or in some cases, are DLC or sequel-baiting (and doing so via dropping the plot is poor).

It also feels like PLA didn’t bring much to the table in the end; we had some new mechanics that might not even return for Scarlet and Violet, a few regional variants, and one (hideous) new Force of Nature. Being able to choose when Pokemon evolve was great--no more having to press B after every level up or perpetually have an Everstone. Sneaking up and throwing a ball at Pokemon was fun. Being able to send out Pokemon almost anywhere and interact with them was fun. But on the other hand, the trade-off seemed to be the plot, as well as so much of what made battling fun. Abilities are gone and Pokemon can’t hold items. I didn’t enjoy Strong and Agile style, nor did I enjoy that I could only use one Pokemon while someone else sent out three, or getting attacked by multiple wild Pokemon at once. It felt unfair, especially because at times level seemed meaningless when 3-4 Pokemon could attack twice before mine could get a hit in.

PLA itself wasn’t advertised as open-world--fans made that assumption based on the trailers. Scarlet and Violet are supposed to be open world and if some of the mechanics are reused (it’s rumored many won’t be), that makes PLA sound like a test room that was released to the public with a price tag.

And then as a fan of Submas prior to PLA, PLA has now left me wondering if they’re just going to ruin two of my favorite characters, And fan spaces have become unbearable in response to PLA, when they could have been a refuge from a game that left Dawn/Lucas and Ingo’s fates up in the air. First it was overwhelming angst, often without resolution. When you’re not a fan of that, it gets tiring and alienating. Then other trends picked up, such as specifically making Emmet and Volo ooc in order to make them “unhinged”, ships that more often than not center on the characters being unhinged and possibly abusive to each other, bl*nkshipping rearing its head again (though thankfully much more people are opposed to it than during Gen 5′s initial run), Submas and Volo being ooc to the point of asking, “Why didn’t this person just make an OC?”, and of course, the ableism. 

As someone who played PLA and combed through every inch of it in order to make reassurance posts for anyone worried they might just leave Ingo, it was disheartening to see how much content that made fan spaces unbearable for me came from fans who hadn’t even played PLA, and/or their takeaway from the game was “Submas = angst” and “Volo and Emmet are unhinged and will hurt anyone given the chance!” I’m aware that some people may be unable to play PLA for whatever reason, and this isn’t about them. This is about people who haven’t played and won’t play, or played and didn’t bother to think critically about what they just played, who just came for the angst and/or s*xymen, and rendered complex, canon characters into two-dimensional OCs without giving any regard to the source material and what the game devs showed regarding these characters, to the extent that fans not into this kind of content, or not wanting to constantly engage with this kind of content became alienated from their own space.

Volo is a complex character dealing with some deep-seeded trauma that, unfortunately due to the story being dropped, we don’t really get any details about what happened. We do however, get hints in-game that he’s not a completely bad person, but more morally grey, likely a more good-aligned character having a bad moment. And Emmet isn’t even in PLA! As of right now, we don’t even know that Ingo is “missing” in the present day. For all we know, Ingo will be returned to the exact moment he was pulled from and nobody will even know, or the devs may go on to say PLA isn’t canon in some way. But for people to take these characters and run wild with angst and then get ableist on two autistic-coded characters (for the second time in 10 or so years), has been a huge turnoff in engaging in any fan spaces, and I wonder if the devs had more time to develop and finish the story, or whatever the issue was that led to this game being released unfinished with little hope of a DLC, if we could have gotten more answers and maybe the fandom wouldn’t have taken this kind of content too far. Many people have tried to address the ableism (here is a link to Submas Autistic Joy’s resources, a by no means exhaustive collection of such posts), but people are going to make what they’re going to make, whether it’s appropriate or not, and sometimes this means people have to leave the fan space, or create their own, which has become sadly necessary here.

PLA looked like it was going to be a great game, but it needed more time and care than apparently the devs were able to give it, and unfortunately in fan spaces, it seems characters in or associated with PLA are all too often not being given time, care, and tact in how they’re being portrayed. All of these issues have made me come to not care for PLA at all.

[fadedflame]

The Deep Dark Blue Day 18

Detroit: Become Human Prompt Challenge from @connor-sent-by-cyberlife

Summery:  Lieutenant Hank Anderson had been a naval officer for years. It was his life, his passion, everything he cared about now. And yet, all it took was one look from the tiny Mer child to make him willing to risk it all.  

Day Eighteen - Surfing

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Chapter Summery: Shore leave.

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Much to Connor’s relief, the rest of the crew took his discovery of being a Siren rather well.

Even Gavin seemed more interested in putting the incident behind them than dwelling on it. Although, he suspected that was mostly due to embarrassment over having been enthralled. Either way, he was glad to put it aside and move on with his life.

“Connor, you coming?” Hank called to him from the shore.

“Coming! ”He grinned, taking in a big lungful of salty air before charging down the gangplank to meet his father.

The man ruffled his hair before wrapping an arm around him while they stepped onto the beach. “Finally gettin a proper shore leave, you excited?” he asked.

“We’ve gone home a few times,” Connor reasoned, unsure why this was supposed to be a particularly interesting trip. “That’s shore leave too, isn’t it?”

Dad shrugged, prodding him forward onto the white sand. “Yeah, technically,” he agreed. “But you haven't been on a proper tropical beach since you were old enough to stand. That’s home, this is vacation.”

Feeling the sensation of his feet being swallowed by the soft ground, Connor began to understand the reasoning. It was warm against his bare skin and sifted pleasantly through his toes. "Ok, so what are we supposed to do on vacation?"

Hank smirked, opened his mouth to say something, then paused. He sent a look Connor’s way that indicated he had thought better of whatever he had intended as his response. “You have fun,” he said instead.

“I can do that at home,” Connor reasoned, ignoring his dad's odd tick. “Or on the ship. Why is this special?”

Chris laughed from behind them. "There are some things you just can't do at home," he answered for him. He was toting two large, oddly shaped, pieces of painted wood down the gangplank. Connor had never seen anything like them before, but knew they had to serve some purpose.

"Can't believe you brought those damn things," Hank teased. He gently pulled Connor out of the way, narrowly keeping him from getting smacked in the head as Chris passed.

"Jealous?" Gavin asked, pushing past the two of them and taking one of the boards from Miller.

Hank rolled his eyes and shook his head, apparently unamused by the whole thing. "If you two wanna break your necks doing stupid shit, be my guest."

"Yeah, he's jealous," Reed deduced.

Chris turned his attention back to Connor. "Why don't you join us," he suggested. He handed out the other board to him. "If that's ok with your dad, of course."

"Alright," Connor agreed tentatively, taking the board and looking to Hank and his nonchalant nod of approval. "But… what are you doing?"

"Surfing!" Gavin shouted before charging into the waves with his board.

"It's fun, I promise," Chris said. He gestured for him to follow him into the shallows.

Connor looked back over at his dad. "Go on," he encouraged. "At the very least, you can get some time in the water. It'll be good for you."

Gavin’s presence with the activity made him doubt that, but Chris would be there too. He always looked out for Connor and he seemed to like teaching him new things. It would probably be ok as long as he was there. Besides, Dad was right. It had been way too long since he’d gone for a swim. “Alright,” he agreed.

As it turned out, it must have been longer than Connor had thought since he’d let his tail out, or had ‘tail time’ as his dad would say. His fins had changed a bit since he had seen them last. They were still the same blue he knew, but they now had a silver, iridescent sheen to them that hadn’t been there before. There were new fins on his arms as well, and translucent webbing between his fingers. He liked it.

It did, however, make this ‘surfing’ activity difficult.

In order to use the surfboard properly, Connor needed to stay out of the water and keep his feet. This proved challenging as the waves crashed over the polished wood, changing flesh into scales and making him lose his balance.

Connor quickly deduced, however, that success wasn’t the point of the activity. It was fun, and that seemed to be the goal. Chris was having a good time helping him and, judging by the laughter coming from the beach, Hank was getting amusement from the watching. Even Gavin was refraining from giving him a hard time which was nice.

Exhausted from the repeated efforts, Connor and Chris both decided that was enough for the time being. He stretched out across the surfboard, staring up at the clear blue sky and letting his fins dangle lazily in the water. He took a deep, relaxing breath, closing his eyes and just listening to the waves as they crashed on the distant shore. He determined then and there that he did, indeed like vacation.

The board dipped on one side, submerging him partially as it fell under a sudden new weight. Reopening his eyes, he could see that his dad had joined him out on the open water. He was leaning on the board, smiling at him. “You have fun?” he asked.

Connor grinned in response, flipping himself over so he could see the man better. “Yeah,” he said enthusiastically.

“Told you you would,” Dad smiled, sparing a hand to ruffle his hair. “Maybe one of these days you’ll realize I’m always right.”

He laughed, then flipped his fins, making a splash that drenched his father in seawater.

“Ah!” Hank complained, surprised by the torrent. “”You little shit!” His grin let Connor know he wasn’t actually upset though despite his response of pushing him off the board.

Connor let himself sink below the water blowing a few bubbles and letting them pop on the surface in sparkling rings. Yeah, he decided, he could get used to this. Shore leave, vacation was nice.

Maybe his dad was always right.

[richie-trashmouth-toizer]

So I want to write some fan fiction, and that can include any characters/ships. I’m just letting you know that if you use this to send in a prompt I will get it written as soon as possible. This is just a thing to help you and me. To send in prompts you don’t have to use this if you don’t want to.

( ships can include anything and I mean ANYTHING from the list of fandoms it says I’m in in my BIO it also doesn’t even have to be ships it can be platonic character involving to! :))

1. You make me better

2. …but now I can’t Imagine life without you

3. Just let me help you

4. You made me into an idiot

5. Why won’t you let me take care of you

6. But I ….. I love you

7. It started with that stupid Disney Marathon

8. What is wrong with you

9. I’m so glad your home…now f/ing help me

10. You ruined me ( this one I’m mixed on it could be both fluffy and angsty tell me which you prefer)

11. I, I think I need a break

12. No matter what, I will never stop fighting

13. Why are you so damn stubborn

14. What is wrong with you!

15. Shhh it’s okay we/ I’m here now, nothing is going to hurt you

16.I’m… I’m sorry

17. I, I can’t do this anymore

18. You are to broken

19 I’m not broken

20 It’s Christmas my dear

21 that holly not mistletoe

22 you are so damn cute

23 don’t you Dare hide that smile from me

24 what’s it to you

25 tough guy huh? We’ll see about that

26 I can make you soft

27 Just don’t fall in love with me

28 you make me feel sea sick, tung tied, jumbled

29 who hurt you

30 why is it so hard for you to escape the past and look to the present

31 this is your life not theirs

32 Not how my trait is supposed to act

33 what are you so afraid of

34 you are worthy, of this, of.. of love

35 if only my dear

36 high school is a pain in the ass

37 it’s all some STUPID reputation

38 Gonna wish we never met when I have to leave

39 what could possibly make someone like you like someone like me

40 let me show you what love can feel like

41 I’m exactly what they said I was gonna be

42 Just a little game called Truth or Dare

43 but don’t you trust me

44 you left, and it broke me

45 am I to … distracting for you ;)

46 behind all of this dark clothing and makeup

47 let me show you

48 Is that BLOOD?!

49 why is this SO hard for you

50 you are not going to starve yourself on your birthday

51 I-I hate you and I hate that it took this long for me to realize it

52 I guess you could say I’m stressed Depressed and a literal f/ing mess

53 birthdays are nothing more showing off how old you are

54 ok stalker

55 I wished for this

56 it started with a little note on the back of my desk

57i have no place in my heart for you

58 you are the cutest thing that I have ever seen

59 I think I found my new favorite sound

60 what on EARTH makes you think that you can just come into MY life and make me SO- SO- SO damn …. Happy

But yeah I’m still learning so be patient but if you send in a request I will make it as soon and as good as possible for you I hope these were good prompts and also that you give me ideas because it would help a lot but even so I will try to create content for whoever this reaches have a wonderful day my moon drops :) 😘To send in a prompt I am pretty sure there is an ask box on my page

[broken-mirrors-binding-magic]

Song Fic: Speak Now

Song: Speak Now by Taylor Swift Characters: Alice Sweeney, Gilbert Lehmann, Roderich Klein, Lizzy Lupei Ship: Roderich/Lizzy, Lizzy/Gilbert, Alice/Gilbert

His throat clenched as he watched her step out from around the corner in her beautiful white gown. His fists clenched against his sides, he needed to keep his composure. He couldn’t let anyone know how bad this was killing him, he was supposed to be happy for his brother. He was given the honor of standing with Klaus, Bach, Leonardo and Sebastian for Roderich. It was his duty to smile and keep the mood light. Who would be selfish enough to ruin their brother’s wedding, so what if he was in love with his bride, it wasn’t his right to ruin their event. So what if she had been in his home days ago, in his bed, telling him how they’d be together forever? He bit the inside of his cheek to fight the forming tears, had he known she was his brother’s fiancé, it never would have happened. He betrayed his own brother, but his heart ached to say something. He needed to know why, why she lead him on, why she lied to him, why she was choosing his brother over him?

“Gil, are you ok?”

Gilbert blinked, he hadn’t realised they ceremony was over. Everyone was celebrating, moving to join the new couple in the ballroom. Everyone except him, and Alice.

“Gilbert, what’s wrong?”

His red eye glanced down at her worried gaze, he wasn’t sure what to say. He hadn’t spoken to Alice since she left his home.

“I… Yeah, I’m fine.”

Alice frowned, she could always see through him, “Gil, what’s going on? You haven’t been acting like yourself at all today.”

He wanted to point out that she was the only one who noticed besides Klaus, “I’m fine.”

She crossed her arms over her red dress, “Gilbert, I’m not going to force it out of you and make a scene at Roderich’s wedding, but I don’t appreciate the secrecy lately. Just because we aren’t on good terms right now, doesn’t mean that I suddenly don’t care how you’re doing.”

Gilbert sighed, she wasn’t going to drop it, “The girl I was seeing… It was her.”

He watched her eyes glance behind them toward the closed doors before turning to him with wide eyes. He quickly placed a hand over her lips.

“I sware I didn’t know she was dating Roderich or his fiance or anything until yesterday! You know he and I haven’t been talking for a few years. I knew he had someone and was getting married, but I had no idea who she was until I ran into her yesterday. I swear.”

Alice sighed, pulling him into a hug, “I’m sorry, Gilbert.”

Gilbert’s arms wrapped around her automatically, and he finally let the tears start to fall. She wasn’t accusing him, she wasn’t mad, she offered him comfort, even after their fight.

“You should tell Roderich, he deserves to know the kind of woman he married.”

Gilbert squeezed his eye shut, “He’ll hate me.”

Alice sighed, “Ok, when you’re ready.”

He nodded into her shoulder, she was right, she seemed to always be nowadays. He’d tell him, tomorrow. He didn’t want to ruin his brother’s celebration.

[nosuchthingasagruffalo]

Chapter 2

Incoming message from DS5. From Charlotte Janeway. To Niamh Janeway.

TEXT ONLY NO MEDIA FILE: Hi Niamh, I tried to call you earlier but you were out, how are you this week sweetie? I think deferring until next year is a good idea, going back to the same class without Amal will be too awful, next year it will be a new group and a fresh start. Have you applied for local jobs yet? I think you should have something to keep you going.

Work fine, not much time off to think which is good. Haven't really got chatting to anyone, feels a bit weird explaining things, roommate ok, Bolian so.. yeah ok. BTW guess who came in on the Klingon delegate ship? Bloody Miral Paris, and of course she had to offer me her condolences, and then look at my work and point out everything she thought was wrong with it, which gave her obvious glee, she's such a bitch. I know, I shouldn't let her get to me. Can you come and visit sometime? Seven comes by when she's in the area but she still won't let me on the Essex. I just need something more, I hate feeling so powerless, I'm just drifting....

Reply from EARTH. From Niamh Janeway. To Charlotte Janeway.

MEDIA - Daffodil and Cat

TEXT: I found this pic and thought of you ha! Yeah I'm ok, I've got a job in a coffee shop, it's nice to feel a bit anonymous, people keep asking me if I had a psychic connection with Amal, if I knew what happened. Which is crap because first - who believes that shit and second and I that crap at being a twin that the one thing I'm supposed to do I can't? Anyway Dad's been really good, we've been spending time together, which is good because Mom's kind of MIA . The Miral thing's not a big deal, don't give her the headspace. Yes I can visit - let me know when you're free?

Incoming message from IKS Kuyhala. From Miral Paris. To Thomas Paris.

TEXT ONLY NO MEDIA FILE - Hi Dad, hope you had a good weekend, did Mom like her anniversary present? You got the gold like I said right? This week's been ok, we stopped by DS9 for a few days, ran into Lottie J, she's honestly the most self important person I've ever met. Seriously she just steam rolls her way over everyone, can't wait to tell you how clever she is. Can you imagine if we had grown up together on Voyager in the Delta? The number one reason I'm glad we got home! Anyway I gave her my condolences, so awful what happened with her brother, irrespective of how obnoxious she is. Do they know what happened?

Reply from EARTH. From Thomas Paris. To Miral Paris.

AUDIO FILE "Hi honey, yes of course I got the gold! She loved it which is lucky for me haha. She actually wrote me some new codes for my next holonovel -she knows me well your mother! Just keep away from LJ when you can, it's just a personality clash, I know how close our families are probably hasn't helped with that. She's ok, it's a lot to deal with, having Kathryn Janeway as your mom, I know exactly how she feels, I was much worse as I'm sure Grandpa will be happy to explain. No it's not really clear what happened, I would stay away from anything you hear about that if I were you. Hope to see you soon honey, I'm seeing Uncle Chakotay at the weekend, I'll give him your love. Call me when you can."

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Aboard the Essex

"Red Alert, all hands on deck" the ship shook from another hit "shields to 40%" called the Lieutenant. Seven looked around her for the Captain but though the smoke could barely make out the unconscious bodies on the floor. The ship that attacked them seemed to be smuggling stolen weapons and technology. The Ferengi captain had incorrectly assumed the Essex had come to apprehend them and had opened fire, using phasers calibrated in a way Seven hadn't seen before. "re-route power to the shield modulator" Seven called, she stumbled over to the Captain's ready room and forced the door. Abioye was slumped over his desk, breathing but unconscious. Seven opened his desk drawer to see if he had a first aid kit, she noticed his laptop was open, he seemed to have been reincrypting messages. They had all been sent but the receiving co-ordinates made no sense. Abioye groaned and Seven found a first aid hypo. The sirens stopped and the Lt Commander announced the enemy ship had been tractored. "Captain, I suggest you go to the doctor, before resuming your work. I assume it was not so pressing you can leave it for a minute? I'll close the laptop now"

"it's fine" Abioye growled as he raced to close it first. "it's just messages from Command I need to forwrd, not mission related"

"So it seems" Seven lifted an eyebrow.

****

24 years earlier....

Captain Janeway answered the chime to her quarters. "Captain I must speak with you" Seven burst in "I must apologise for today's events. I would never have suspected you of helping the Cardassians, intentionally stranding Voyager had I been performing at my optimal...my apologies, you are in your undergarments". Kathryn raised a hand "Seven, first - it's just my nightie, and more importantly - you don't need to apologise, you were tired and overwhelmed, now you're better. After all, I was completely in charge of my faculties and I believed you without question. It's me who made an error, please don't worry".

"Yes it is surprising that you didn't doubt my claims, I thought you and the Commander would have suspected me instead of each other"

"well, it's .. complicated. We've learned our lesson I can assure you, and if you're wondering I still do trust you, unendingly, maybe more so after today. Now please get some rest, you'll need it after what you've been through"

"Very well" Seven said, leaving without waiting to be dismissed. Then the door chimed again

"Honestly Seven, I'll take you off your shift tomorrow if you don't rest" Kathryn said as she opened the door to be met face to face with a very sheepish Chakotay.

"I see you've had a visitor too" he said "I feel so bad about what happened. I did, do, trust you with my life. My reaction surprised me"

"After everything that's happened you still harbour some resentment don't you?" Kathryn whispered looking into his eyes

"Maybe it's more because of everything that has happened. But do you trust me? I am in charge of your safety after all" he retorted.

"I really do" she whispered as he ran his hand over her hip. "Chakotay, we shouldn't do this, where is it getting us?" he replied "do you trust me" she looked into his eyes as his hands undid her dressing gown and pushed the straps from her nightie. "With my life" she whispered as he pushed her to the bedroom. Once inside he roughly pushed her against the wall and knelt between her legs, pulled her underwear down, hooking one leg over her shoulder and licking her fast and hard until she felt herself close to the edge. With one movement her span her round to face the mirror on her dressing table and entered her from behind, one hand gripping her neck. "I could break your neck in one second Captain, today you believed I was working against you and yet here you are offering me my chance. Do you know how messed up that is? Do you know I understand the thrill you get from walking up to the precipice? One day you'll make me snap you know" he whispered as he plunged in and out of her, Kathryn felt the thrill of possible death building up inside her as he gave her throat one final squeeze before he released her. She came crying and yelling his name, when she felt herself coming down she span to face him and kiss him deeply. "I love you, I love you I love you" she wept. A tear rolled down Chakotay's cheek as he whispered "always and forever" before he zipped himself up and left before he asked more of her than she could give. Kathryn sank to the bed and fell into a slumber.

*****

Present day

The restaurant was crowded, the Ferengi Maître D' tutted as he looked over his list of reservations. "Paris, Paris, sorry I've got a Partridge or a P'tak" he smirked as he looked at Chakotay. Chakotay sighed, rolled his eyes and pressed the latinum coin into the Ferengi's hand "ah Thomas Paris, how could I have missed it, here this way". Chakotay huffed as he slid into the booth and sipped the whisky Tom proffered him. "Seriously Tom, I don't know why you get a thrill out of being fleeced." The man opposite him smiled, his hair had greyed over the years but his eyes hadn't lost their mischievous twinkle. "It's the authentic experience, c'mon it's a bit of excitement. Plus B'Elanna refuses to come with me, apparently retro diners were as far as she was willing to push it. Surely you've had enough of the stuffy fine dining Starfleet pushes on its Admirals, I reckon Kathryn would secretly like it here".

"I don't know what Kathryn would like anymore to be honest. She's freezing me out and starting down a path I don't know I can follow. She needs a crusade, I don't think I really understood that in the Delta, all that time I thought she would be different when we got home. Then we had the kids so quickly we were focused on that and as they got older I thought there would be time to spend together. But she was back at work acting like she's Commander in Chief, and now she's chasing Amal's ghost. I was always waiting to get to know the relaxed off duty Kathryn, and now I feel like she doesn't exist".

"I'm sorry Chakotay, I really am. She does love you, in her own way. I worried about that too with B'Elel, after living on edge all those years would we still have the connection in the ordinary life in the Alpha".

"But you did Tom" Chakotay cracked a smile "I'm really happy for B'Elel, that she's found a peaceful existence with you. Peaceful isn't really a word I thought I would use about her but it's very accurate."

"It is, wish I could use the same about our daughters though" Tom groaned.

"Oh yes I heard it all from Niamh" Chakotay chuckled "two headstrong women, well three if you count Niamh although I think she's mostly siding with Lottie. I seem to remember our wives having a similar clash that was only resolved after a broken nose".

"The next one will be either yours or mine, drink your whisky - it will numb the pain you never know when a fist will fly with those two" Tom laughed.

*****

Somewhere in deep space

The Away Team beamed down to the surface. Their scanners had sent back scrambled responses, many life signs yet none, vast cities yet nothing to be seen. Kathryn looked around her at the desolate landscape. Her Tricorder too seemed to bounce off of something invisible, she wondered if it was artificial or maybe to do with the magnetic polarisation of the planet. She walked around the crater they had materialised in, searching behind the rocky outcrops until she notice an odd shaped hole in the wall. "Team, over here, it looks like an entrance", she paced closer to it. Upon inspection it was some sort of entrance, she waved her tricorder into the mouth of the opening only to hit a force field. "ouch! Well I guess we have found the mystery city, now how to we get in" she mused. She called but found no response, she wondered if she could reconfigure the wavelengths of the greeting message, with a few taps she saw her message pass through the field. "Well now we wait" she whispered.

A short while later the Away Team heard some noises from the tunnel, out came a group of women with large eyes, seemingly accustomed to seeing in the dark. They eyed her suspiciously "what have you come back for?" their leader asked.

Against Tuvok's advice Kathryn found herself and her team around a conference table deep in the labyrinth. The aliens didn't seem to be hostile but seemed wary of them. "our planets are spread across the sector, the tunnels are formed when a planet gets too close to the magnetic field of the unstable star. Inhospitable to you but our race finds them ideal. The aliens like you, the other visitors, kept getting lost, even with our maps".

"When were they here" Kathryn breathed.

"Let me calculate so I can use your terminology, hmm about two months" the leader, Spontk stated.

Kathryn took hold of a nearby Padd and selected 'Draw' Mode. "Did any of them have a marking on their face, like this?" she asked as she drew the familiar pattern, one she had traced with her finger many times.

"Yes" Spontk affirmed. "They didn't have anything to trade but were gathering information. They seemed to be a task force gathering information, but not about us, about their own kind. Apparently they did not trust those in charge".

"Amal" Kathryn whispered "what did you do?"

Flashback - two months prior

The air in the caves was thin. Or was it his lungs tightening? Amal laid down to rest, shadows danced on the walls of the tunnel from his torch. The flicker of the shadows looked like wings, Amal smiled as he remembered a story his mother had told him. From a German folk tale about a knight who travelled by boat to help a princess in distress. He had looked up a picture of the famous castle where it was set, another thing he would visit when he got home. Home, his mother would find him. She often told him a Captain never abandons a member of her crew. And she had led their little crew of six unwaveringly through life so far. Yes just a few more minutes before she came, he would just rest a little whilst he waited, he closed his eyes and felt the swaying of the boat beneath him as the beast in front pulled him through the rivers of the Alps.