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kil-g · 10 months

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surprise

a/n: i got too sad after writing that last thing and needed to do something silly

summary: there's a new member of the household and you have to convince simon to like them.

g!n reader; civvy!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: simon being mean to a dog :(

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“Hey, I’m…uh—I’m on my way home.”

“Oh!” You say.

There’s a certain exasperation to your voice that makes him think that you’re somewhere that isn’t the house. He puts his phone down in the cupholder and places both of his hands on the wheel of the car.

“In an hour.”

“An hour?”

“An hour.”

“Could you fuck off somewhere and maybe make it, like an hour and a half?”

“I’d like to go home.”

“I know, yes. I know. It’s just that I have this whole thing planned and I need an extra thirty minutes. You’d be doing me a pretty big solid if you fucked off for a little bit longer.”

“I’m tired and I’m hungry. I’m not gonna fuck off.”

“What, are we making this a race?”

“You can race. I’m going home.”

“Okay, we’re gonna race.” You say, halfway through laughter.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises.” He says.

“Well, I love you and I need you to suck it up because it’s a pretty cool surprise.”

Simon blinks, keeping his eyes on the road. Then, he sighs and says, “I’ll see you at home.”

“Not if I see you first!” You reply, this time a little out of breath.

“I’m not racing you.”

“Scared you’re gonna lose?”

“Goodbye.”

“Love you!”

The line dies out.

Part of him wants to be annoyed. Surprises weren’t exactly his favorite thing in the world. He especially did not like such a surprise that would keep him from coming home after a very long month of trying not to die in a violent, fiery explosion. And, he deeply, desperately wanted to lie down in a bed with an actual mattress, real pillows, and clean blankets.

But, for the life of him, he could not think of anything more unbearable than the thought of letting you down.

It was almost laughable. Simon is first and foremost a soldier. And, when you’re a soldier first before anything else, like a friend, companion, romantic partner, let downs were par for the course. A birthday, an anniversary. Celebrating a promotion or any other achievement of the like. Those didn’t even come secondary or even tertiary on the line of things that needed to be cared about.

And, the worst part, is that you tolerated it. Sure, there was a certain disappointment to a missed call or text. Despite that, you loved him with a stability that he couldn’t possibly be more grateful for. It made him feel almost normal. Normalcy was a luxury someone like him couldn’t typically afford.

So, before he pulls his car into the driveway, Simon mentally prepares himself to be open-minded. Whatever the surprise was, he would do his best to actually try and enjoy it. That is until he unlocked the front door to the house and stepped in, only to be greeted with the sight of a dog sitting up, barking at him from within a metal crate.

She was clearly still a pup. Her paws are far too big for the size that she currently was. And, the more clear it is that Simon was no threat to her, the more she cries to be let out. Though, Simon makes no move to do any such thing. Instead, he sits on the couch and looks back at her until eventually, she stops making noise all together and resolves herself to sit quietly. Each time Simon accidentally catches her eye, her tail wags, bumping against the floor of her crate softly.

This goes on for about twenty more minutes before a key turns in the door knob once again. You step through, carrying bags of groceries.

“Sweetheart.”

“Can you help me with these?” You say.

Simon gets up, takes bags out of your hands and walks them into the kitchen. “Why is there a dog in the house?”

You lean down to lift the latch off of the door and the dog comes barreling out. “You couldn’t have opened her crate up for her? Why were you just staring at her like a weirdo? It’s a dog.”

“Why is there a dog in the house?”

“It’s our dog.” From one of the bags you were still holding, you pull out a bag of dog treats and throw it at Simon. “Give her one of these so she knows you’re not a complete hardass.”

“I’m not giving it anything.”

“Simon.”

He looks back at you. And, from the way you stare back at him, it becomes more and more clear that this dog is one of the very very few things that you simply won’t back down on.

In fact, there were toys all over the ground. He’s not sure how he didn’t notice them earlier. And, with an attentiveness that only slightly put him off, the dog fell into step beside you following you very closely while also looking up at you for any sign of praise or reward.

Simon inhales, then exhales. He grumbles under his breath, then rips the bag of treats open and kneels down with one of them in his hand. When the dog notices, she clumsily stumbles her way over to him and gratefully takes the treat from out of his fingers.

You appear at his side and kneel down next to him, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Whose dog is this?”

“Ours.”

“I don’t want a dog.”

“You’ll learn to want a dog.” You say, jokingly. Your hands wrap around his arm and shake him gently.

“I’m serious.”

“Well, you aren’t exactly home very often. I think the decision is mine.” You say, firmly. “And, as sad as it is to admit, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t lonely, sometimes.”

He can feel the weight of your head on his shoulder. He doubts that your intent is to guilt him–but if it is, it’s certainly working.

The dog nudges her wet nose into the palm of his hand. No doubt looking for more treats Her head is smaller than his hand. As gently as possible, he brushes his knuckles over her head.

“Does the dog… make you feel less lonely?”

“Yes. Most of the time.”

He rests his palm over her head now, brushing his thumb back and forth over the space between her eyes.

“What’s it’s name then?”

“Goose.”

“Stupid fucking name.” He says, softly.

“Fuck you.” You laugh. “You love it. Asshole.”

Goose walks in a circle in her spot, then sits with her back turned to him. She leans her weight against his knee.

“Not much of a guard dog.” He murmurs, and you reach a hand to scratch behind her ear. “Hardly did anything when I came in.”

“Because she’s a good girl.” You say.

He can feel her tail hit his foot at the sudden excitement at being praised for being anything. “If she’s gonna stay in this house, she’s gonna have to protect it.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Simon takes another treat out of the bag. Goose does absolutely nothing to hide her excitement. “And, how did this happen?”

“She got dumped outside of my work. No one wanted to take her so I took her.” You say. Simon looks at you and you look back at him. “No chip, no collar. She was wandering around our parking lot for hours, I think. Probably waiting for whoever dumped her. Vet said she can’t be any older than five months.”

“When was this?”

“About a month and a half ago.” You rub your thumb against his arm and press your mouth against his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Yeah.”

“So, what do you think?”

Slowly, Goose sinks down closer to the ground and settles her chin over her far-too-big paws. She looks at Simon, blinking at him with big eyes before they slowly settle into a nap.

“I think that a dog is a perfect waste of space.”

“Okay, what do you really think?” You chuckle.

He sighs. A moment passes of complete silence. You’re hanging onto his arm, kneeling beside him as you both look down at this dog who can only get bigger and dirtier and stupider. This dog, who is also very soft and sweet. And, while (in his own opinion) he might be something of a monster, Simon couldn’t allow himself to be completely heartless. He couldn’t be the thing that takes away the bits of happiness that you can find for yourself.

“If it makes you happy, then I can hardly say no.”

You smile at him, give his arm a squeeze, and press another kiss on his cheek. You stand, “Do you wanna help me with dinner?”

“I’m gonna get cleaned up first.”

You hum in response but before you can fully turn away, he takes your hand and places a kiss on your cheek just below your eye, then another on your mouth. And in the moment that either of you are looking away from Goose, she gets up and begins chewing on his shoelaces.

“She likes you.”

“If I’m lucky it’ll pass.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t say that it will.”

Another moment passes where it’s nearly completely silent, save for the sound of Goose’s mouth gnawing the little strings attached to Simon’s feet. Then, slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a squeeze.

Then, you pull away, picking up Goose with a labored groan. You walk her over to the back door, open it, and place her down at the threshold. She all but stumbles down the steps into the backyard.

“Well, go get cleaned up if you really wanna help me with dinner.”

Simon watches you empty out grocery bags, then sighs. You listen to his footsteps walk farther into the house. And, through the window, you watch Goose twist up and roll into a splotch of mud.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley reader insert #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost reader insert #mw2 x reader

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thegreencanary · 2 years

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can i request a billy hargrove fluff/angst oneshot? maybe where reader gets in his car after school crying and his brain goes brrrrrr *microwave noises* unsure what to do but reader says stupid jason carver was picking on her and a switch flips in him and he gets M A D ready to punch his face in??

Omg I got you boo I love a protective man and Billy is just *MWUAH*. I’ll try to keep it simple but this gave me a lot of good ideas. Might make a larger story later!

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

TW: Cursing and fighting

It was a dumb shirt, you knew wearing it to school was going to be a problem but the whole morning was a shit show so you didn’t have time to change. It was a really nasty shade of green and it fit you like a box. The sweatpants you decided to wear just made you look like you just rolled out of bed, because you had. Oversleeping makes one panic in the morning that’s for damn sure. School was just as bad, especially since Jason Carver woke up and chose you to be his victim today. All day he had been calling you names, knocking your books out of your hand and harassing you about your best friend. Billy was popular but Jason hated him, and because of your class schedule you barely got to see Billy during the day. Lunch time he was being held in a lunch detention for falling asleep in another class so Jason took the opportunity to throw apple juice at you. The day just sucked.

Finally the bell rang and you just wanted to go home, Billy usually took you but you didn’t want to wait for him because Jason was hot on your heels.

“Gonna run home and cry about how the big bad basketball players were mean to you today? Yeah? Wittle cry baby? You’re pathetic.”

You just pushed on outside, wanting to just go the fuck home.

“No wonder your dad died! I’d want to too if my daughter was a fat bitch like you!”

God. Damn. You. Jason. Your legs stopped working for a few moments. He just had to yell your business so the whole fucking school could hear it. Embarrassed tears streaked your face as you ran to the comfort of a certain blue Camaro. Billy wasn’t inside yet but you had his spare key; perks of being the best friend. You sat down and began crying so loud that when he opened his door you didn’t even hear it.

“….if you bleed on my seats you need to pay for it to be cleaned.”

Billy had no idea what to do. He’d only ever seen you cry once, and it was when your dad died. He usually was the one crying in front of you. You shot a glare at him through your tears.

“I’m not on my period idiot.”

“…so are you gonna tell me or are you gonna do the dumb girl thing where you just cry and make everyone else miserable too?”

Sometimes you questioned your friendship, and your secret love for him. He could be a real asshole.

“Jason fucking Carver. He’s been on my ass all day and then…he just…he said…something about my dad…”

Billy’s attitude switched immediately. He may have been an ass but he loved you. You knew him, all of him, and you didn’t judge him at all. You were always there for him; like when Neil got to physical and you patched him up in your bathroom, or when he got into a fight at a party and you got in Tommy’s face for trying to start shit when he was too drunk to fight. You were always in his corner.

“Finally.”

Billy threw open his car door and b-lined it to the fucking prick. You followed, not stopping him because part of you wanted to see Jason get his shit ROCKED.

“Well, Well. The ogre had her little boyfriend come and save the day.”

Jason laughed with his friends but Billy didn’t stop or slow down at all. He stormed right up to Jason and DECKED him. Jason fell back and you gasped, happy but surprised at the intensity of Billy’s punch.

“Yea well leave my girlfriend alone and you won’t have to see me again. If you fuck with her at ALL anymore, you’ll never walk again.”

Girlfriend? You were still stuck on that when Billy aggressively pulled you back towards his car. Jason could be heard groaning about a broken nose but you were focused on Billy.

“Ready?”

“Ready for what? What do you mean girlfriend? What the fuck happened back there??”

“I’ve been waiting for a reason to knock his dumb ass out. We’re basically already dating, I think you’re hot you think I’m hot don’t get your pantyhose in a twist.”

You were dumbfounded.

“You’re such a romantic Hargrove.”

You rolled your eyes, but Billy killed the car engine and sighed.

“Look, I want to take you on a date, like a real one and I want to be good to you the way you are to me; I just didn’t want to bring it up after I got into a fight. I wanted to ask you later. But since you’re being a brat about it, yeah. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

Jesus this boy was so dumb. You just laughed to yourself and nodded.

“Okay Billy. But you have to do this right. I’m not one of your groupies okay?”

He chuckled and eyed you.

“Oh I know. They dress so much better than you.”

“I WAS RUNNING LATE YOU FU—“

He shut you up with a way overdue kiss. This was going to be an interesting adventure.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy stranger things #billy x you #billy could have been saved #billy deserved better #billy hargrove x you #stranger things

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bots-and-cons · 2 years

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can you make TFP x Reader who has a WandaVision situation, like all of her family had died and grew distance from Team Prime and in a mental breakdown, she has Scarlet Witch powers and accidently created an alternate reality where her family is "alive" in Jasper Nevada and never wanted to leave ? (either the kids are in there or not) and outside of hex creation, Team Prime are trying to find a way to help her to get out of her fantasy

Since I still have not watched WandaVision and Idk if I ever will, this is a lot of quess work, but I thank you for the good explanation

•When your family died, you were devastated, you felt like you’d lost everyone you’d ever loved

•And even though the team tried to be there for you, it was just simply too much for you to bear

•You ended up creating your own little reality bubble and staying there

•The team tried to get in, to help you, to get you out of this delusion you were stuck in but you were way too traumatized for that to happen

•You were happy, it was like everything was how it’s supposed to be, you had your family back and everyone was alive and well

•Sure, you thought about the team every now and then, but the more time passed, the less and less you thought about them

•No one on the team knew what the hell to do, they couldn’t get into the reality you were living in, to help you out of it

•Smokescreen was actually the first to voice his determination about getting you out, he was desperate to make up for their failure

•Ratchet didn’t really think it would be a good idea, you were happy and you were safe, didn’t they owe you to leave you alone after they failed to keep your family safe?

•Of course that wasn’t really a sensible idea, but Ratchet felt super guilty about the whole thing and he didn’t know how to help you so maybe it would just be best to leave you to your own devices

•Optimus of course tried to take all the blame for the what happened, he’d tried to protect you and your family, but he had failed miserably

•The team convinces Ratchet to try to contact you, and they manage to do that by some miracle

•All of them talk to you, trying to reason with you to get you to come back and abandon the delusional reality you’ve made for yourself

•Arcee is also pretty reluctant to try to pry you out of there, because honestly, she would’ve probably done the same if she had the ability to do so, especially after Cliffjumper died

•So she doesn’t talk to you, she doesn’t want to be the one to remind you of all the bad things that happened

•You just listen, because you’re confused, the voices sound familiar, but you don’t really recognize them

•Smokescreen tries to remind you of all the good things that happened before you lost your family, but you don’t know what he’s talking about, you don’t remember

•Bulk is the only one who gets a real answer out of you, because he asks how you’re doing, just a simple “how are you?” is enough to get a few words out of you

•Your voice breaks when you just say “I’m doing good and I’m happy” because somewhere deep inside you know that’s a lie

•Optimus doesn’t dare talk to you, he’s way too guilt ridden to feel like he even deserves to hear from you ever again

•Bee doesn’t really know what to say, so he just asks when you’re coming back, he misses you, you’re his friend

•You’re grip on the reality you’ve created starts to slip the more they talk to you, so you just hang up

•You don’t want to remember, you don’t want to go back to whatever misery you managed to escape from

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #optimus prime #bumblebee #bulkhead #ratchet #arcee #smokescreen #tfp headcanons #transformers angst #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader

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2ndstar-ontheright · 1 month

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"More Than a Friend"

This is from a few months ago, but since it's become much larger on here, I'd figure I'd post something I wrote for them! I'm a GooseCaroleMav truther you guys, I'm sorry. (Just a PSA this isn't condoning military stuff or anything like that, I just like these guys. A lot. :D)

Here on Ao3: "More Than a Friend"

Pete always knew he never belonged. Unwanted. Even as a kid, he could tell that he wasn’t exactly planned , nor his parents' first priority. His mother was always trying to make herself busy with his dad’s absence, so he learned to just stay out from underfoot. It was easier that way. He saw the tears she tried to hide every time her husband went back from leave and it was gut wrenching to know that there wasn’t really anything he could do. He couldn’t be the “man” of the house because by the time he could, he never got the chance. It was all fine for the majority of his childhood, but once his dad died, everything fell apart, and the feeling set in even more. His mother fell ill soon after, leaving him an orphan. Typical. The child of a military family left with no parents by the age of 18. How wonderfully and pitifully tragic.

They wouldn’t be the only scars he’d ever have, nor the deepest, yet for so much of his life, they were the only ones that people noticed. Not the ones on his chest or the ones on his heart, just that he had no family. No family left that would care anyway.

Only, a high school friend that he thought he’d never see again covered them up real well.

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A young blond whose wit was as sharp as a double-edged sword, Carole Abbott wasn’t stupid. She was one of the few reasons Pete even graduated high school, but what he didn’t expect to find out about her was that she saw him as more than just a classmate. He was her friend. She’d seen him around their school many times before, only this time he looked much more…sad. The bags under his eyes more prominent than usual. Shrugging it off, she took it as her sign and went up to him. Soon enough, periods would turn into days and would turn into weeks spent huddled together on her roof, shaking their heads at the insanity that was life.

Being able to relate to way more than they thought they would, in more ways than one, he considered her his best friend. They became inseparable, much to the dismay and confusion of her parents. Despite it being maybe the 300th time her dad gave him the “If you hurt my daughter…” speech and her mom asking if they’ve gone out yet, they still laughed about it until the day they left.

She had been his rock and when he broke the news that he was going into the navy, he didn’t expect her to react so nonchalantly.

“It’s your life, Pete.” Carole nodded her head towards him, taking a sip of the beer she snuck from downstairs. “It’s not my place, nor do I want to tell you how to live it. That’s up for you to decide.”

Pete looked at her, trying to hide the worry in his face. To his dismay, his chest was rushing and rising with panic. Was this really a good idea? Why wasn’t she saying anything? She never liked the navy, especially after knowing about his father. “I know that, but…what if it doesn’t work out? I’ve got nothing to come home to if I don’t make it, my job’s barely making it as it is.” He explained, and with a sigh, he lowered his head. “What if I die? I mean, I know that comes with it, I just..couldn’t live with myself to not at least say goodbye to you. Or have someone do that for me, I guess.”

Carole tilted her head and scooched closer to him, urging him to look up at her with her hand. “And what if you live? Have you ever thought of that?”

The boy shook his head. “No, I guess I didn’t.”

“Well then, that answers that question, now doesn’t it?” Carole chuckled and bit the inside of her cheek, looking off into the distance for a moment before turning back. “You leave for school tomorrow morning, right?” She asked, earning her a nod in response. She leaned in closer and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “Listen, I can’t promise you anything, but I do know this. You’re determined. When it’s something you’re passionate about, you put your whole heart into it, and that’s such an admirable thing. You’re gonna do well, Pete. You just gotta try and there’s really nothing more you can do than that.”

Pete let his head rest on her arm and let her words swarm around him like the warm glow of a firefly. “Yeah…” She was right. Like she was with most things. He knew she could tell that there was more he wanted to say that went unspoken. That he was afraid of leaving her. Of being alone and so many other things. Now though, all he could do was sigh and brace himself for the morning ahead. “Thanks Carole….for, y’know. Everything.”

“Of course, Petey. You’re my best friend, now wake up before you start drooling on me.” She laughed, gently nudging him and climbing back through her bedroom window with him behind her.

What he didn’t know was that night and that morning after she dropped him off at the airport, Carole Abbott broke at the realization that she might lose the best friend she ever had.

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What he hadn’t expected to see nearly 3 years later was a blond head leaning against a restored 55’ Chevrolet outside of the Naval Academy. He thought nothing of it until her sunglasses tilted as she looked in his direction, her face breaking into a smile. He knew that could only mean one person and he can’t stop himself from staring like an idiot. She rushes up and before he can say anything, she’s lifting him off the ground in a bone-crushing hug. “Damn, has she gotten strong…”

“Well, it’s about time you came to see me! I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.” Pete teased, poking her on the shoulder.

“Pfft, yeah right. Because that’s definitely something normal people do.” Carole rolled her eyes. “You miss me yet, Mitchell? Because I sure as hell missed you,”

Pete scoffed, shaking his head. Who was she kidding? Of course he did. “Yeah, maybe, just a little bit.”

“Oh you! ” She punched him lightly in the arm, pretending to be offended. And before he knew it, he was following her to her car like a puppy to its owner, knowing that the years that passed meant nothing to either of them. Nothing at all.

He’d missed this. By god had he missed this.

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Little would he know that a smooth talking, tail covering, tall as a tree, sweetheart would saunter into his life not long after that.

Days that faded into weeks which turned into months went by. Training wasn’t exactly a walk in the park and the small inkling of being able to fly in his aviation classes were the only thing keeping him going most days. School was once again made much more bearable by having the one constant in his life back, but that wasn’t as often as he thought. He was pretty much a baby when it came to making and meeting other people. If he wasn’t doing something stupid to warrant it anyway.

So, it came as no surprise when one night, something changed. Pete, alongside some of the other recruits, was coming back from being stationed on night guard. The previous night had been a rather unpleasant one, but he was relieved it was over. He trudged back to his room absentmindedly, the hours of staying awake for almost 2 days getting to him. Distantly, he heard the sound of footsteps from afar, not really paying attention to it. They were probably just going to their room too. He figured. When they didn’t stop though, he had the feeling he was being followed. Had he known better he would’ve been more than just confused, though it wasn’t out of the ordinary.

After a while, he turned around and noticed a tall, bulky figure eyeing him, almost in a drunken haze.

“Hey…” He mumbled out, leaning against the wall for support. He clearly looked wasted, or high, the other couldn’t tell.

“Hey,” Pete replied raising his eyebrow, unsure of what this was leading to.

“I’ve heard about you.” The guy began. “You know what they say about guys like you, right? All alone, no friends, only talks to girls.” He laughed when he saw the confused look on Pete’s face. “Yeah, don’t think I haven’t seen you with that pretty little thing. It’s pretty obvious you ain’t with her like that, so tell me.” He took a step closer, leaning fully to the wall so that he was face to face with the shorter man.

“What’s a little fag like you thinking he can be here ?”

Pete really had to be delirious, because this couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be real. He blinked slowly and stared dumbfounded at the man. “I… what ?”

“You heard me.” He nodded, almost like he was accusing him of something. “You don’t gotta lie to me, Mitchell. I mean, it’s definitely a surprise.” He shrugged. “The great ‘Duke Mitchell’s’ kid being all weird like that. No one would suspect it, except for me. And I’m not no one, am I?”

Pete narrowed his eyebrows and moved to turn around. He wasn’t going to dignify that with a response, not if he could help it. However, the other seemed to have a different idea, and a meaty hand spun him around.

“You didn’t answer my question…” The man stepped closer, his big, sneering face staring Pete down like he was his prey. At least in his mind that’s what he was. His big hands moved and grabbed his hips.

“The fuck-?” Pete yelped out at the sudden impact. If the alarm bells hadn’t gone off before, they definitely were now as he felt himself being manhandled. The whole interaction was weird as hell, but the grabbing? Really? It’s no wonder this guy both didn’t like him and seemed like the type to get written up every other day. Pete scrambled to escape him and when his kicking at the other didn’t work, he dug his nails into his wrist and bit down on the hand that firmly clawed into his shirt.

“Shit!” The other man cried out. Wincing at the pain, he waved his hand before moving closer to Pete when he heard the sound of a door opening. That didn’t stop him though, what did however, was Pete punching him in the nose. He didn’t expect such a small thing to fight back like that, yet his cries of pain said otherwise.

Pete stared at him as the man staggered backward in pain. All of this and he didn’t even know him? Ridiculous. The fear in his stomach turned into worry when he felt a pair of eyes watching him. If he wasn’t before, he was certainly in trouble now.

“Shit...” A voice breathed out as he watched the two men. Coming out of the room and into view, a man about his age looked at Pete incredulously. “You okay?” He asked.

Pete stared back like a deer caught in someone’s headlights. Overcome with shock and his sudden rush of adrenaline, he shook his head. “I-I don’t-He tried to- fuck. I’m sorry, I-” He stammered.

The guy stepped forward and moved in front of Pete, ignoring the groaning body on the ground. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re not in trouble, just…tell me what happened.”

Swallowing, Pete gave him an explanation, gesturing to the man behind them. “I was coming down here when he came up behind me all of a sudden and…called me a…” Pete struggled to put into words in a way that made sense. “He tried to…”

The other guy’s expression turned from one of confusion, to one of disgust. “Of course, he did.” he spat out. “I’m sorry man.” He gave the other an apologetic look. From the way he was standing, on edge like he was going to be punished at any second, was worrying. Trying to lighten the mood, he nodded. “But you fought back! Not a lot of people have the courage to do that, y’know.”

“That’s pretty impressive though, kid.” He added, genuinely admiring Pete’s strength. Hell, if he’d been his position, he wasn’t sure how he’d react himself. “The name’s Nick, by the way.”

“Pete..” He responded, not even noticing his lips move. Why was this random guy giving him this much grace? Being this kind? He didn’t fully understand, especially considering it being the middle of the night, yet appreciated it nonetheless.

“Well, Pete, can I ask you a question?” Nick inquired, earning him a slow nod. “How come I’ve never seen you around before?” An amused smile played on his lips when he saw Pete’s expression change from one of panic, to a tough kinda smile back.

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Promises made to hang out after the night turned into spending almost any time they were both free together. They were practically attached at the hip and to think that it all started over some idiot making a pass at him, was equal parts heartwarming, and hilarious.

Nick liked Pete. A lot. Occasionally, more than he thought he’d ever liked anyone. The way he hid his smile when he was about to laugh, the way he really didn’t take anything from anyone, the way he kept so much of himself hidden but would reveal just the smallest amounts to Nick, leaving him desperate for more. To know more. To know Pete. He knew he struck a chord with him because once they became friends, there was just no getting over or getting rid of Pete Mitchell.

He was kind of like a brother in a way. Nick was older, taller, and generally had more experience than he did, and it made him proud in some way. To get to see him as more than just a friend, but family as well. He wouldn’t always let it happen, although, in the few moments he would, Nick reveled in it.

***************

“Nick….?”

The man in question shifted in his sleep at the whisper of his name. Stirring, his eyes blinked slowly open. “Yeah…?” He asked, huskily.

Pete shifted his eyes up to the ceiling and down to the floor. Not quite sure how to ask this. He sighed and went for it. “The worst he can say is no..” “I- I can’t sleep…”

The other nodded drowsily from being woken up. “Ohh..okay…” He understood, kind of. Hoping this wouldn’t take much longer, he asked. “You have a nightmare or somethin’?”

“Yeah. Sorry for waking you up man, it’s stupid. I know.”

“Nah it’s not stupid.” Nick shrugged it off and shifted away in the bed, gesturing for him to come over. “You wanna sleep with me?”

Pete thought about it for a second and nodded.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Well come on then, I haven’t got all night.” Feeling the other slip in next to him, he yawned and before falling back asleep, smiled fondly at Pete. “Good night, honey .”

“Good night, dear .” Pete teased back, smirking at the other shaking his head at his response.

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Not long after they met did Pete introduce Nick to Carole. It was a November evening, the cold air whipping at the pair's faces as he led him up to their apartment. Or well, hers technically, since he was hardly there most of the time. Pulling his keys out of his pocket, he turned to Nick excitedly. “She’s awesome. You’re gonna love her, I just know it.”

“Oh, Pete, you know the ladies love me. So, I have no doubts about that.”

“Save it for your pillow, Bradshaw.”

“I swear, I cannot make any promises.” He put his hand over his heart and let Pete practically drag him into the apartment.

Carole came in from her room at the sound and was nearly bowled over by her best friend’s excitement. Pete wasn’t typically one for bringing anyone over for that matter, let alone a guy. Hell, she was surprised he was so willing to introduce someone he hadn’t even known that long to her knowledge. She was happy for him regardless though and knew that the dark-haired boy wasn’t letting go of this person anytime soon.

“Carole, this is Nick! Nick, this is my friend Carole!” Pete chirped excitedly, introducing the group to each other.

“Hi Nick, I’ve heard quite a lot about you. It’s lovely to finally meet you in person.” She greeted, holding her hand out. Nick, an almost laughably taller man than Pete, had taken her outstretched hand and drew out a kind greeting back. His smile sent a sudden wave of butterflies through her stomach and Carole had to admit, she wasn’t expecting someone like that .

“You were right Pete,” Nick began glancing over at him and looking back at Carole. Smiling as his eyes met hers. “She does sound awesome.”

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He never suspected he'd be playing “Matchmaker” for the two most important people in his life. Never in any universe. And now here he was barely a year later and reassuring the both of them that it’ll be perfectly fine. Despite both of them putting that to the test.

“It’s just a date, man. It’s not like you’re getting married.”

“I know! But, I want to make a good impression, y’know? I want her to actually enjoy it.”

“Goose, you’ve known her for a year. You don’t need to make a ‘good impression’ if you didn’t, she wouldn’t even be into you! Now, quit panicking. It’s freaking me out.” He watched as he paced around the room, looking at himself in the mirror. Maverick rolled his eyes and held back the nauseating feeling that crept up his throat.

“Now you have her home by 11:00 young man, or else I’l have your hide mounted on my wall.” Pete leaned against the door and smirked at the pair as they were about to leave.

“Of course sir! I wouldn’t dream of being even a second late.” Nick chuckled, waving him off with a flourish. Carole giggled and let him lead her down the hallway.

He was happy for them. They deserved each other, truly. But he couldn’t help but feel….lost. And his insides sank as he watched them go, realizing it was all going to change before he knew it.

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First dates turn into 5 which turn into 10 which turn into being official “boyfriend” and “girlfriend.” Mav hates himself for the fact that while he is so proud of them for making it this far, he feels so much more alone now. Which is fair. Still though, he can’t help but wonder if maybe he should just not think too much about it and date someone himself. It’s not like he hasn’t before.

None of them lead to much of anything though. A few dates followed by a few kisses and the more than often one night stand don’t exactly take away this gnawing, empty feeling inside. Even when he tries to make a connection it’s never fully there. There’s something missing. Something deeper. Something like… shit.

Is it jealousy? God, it better not be.

*********

Soon enough, comes the day she’d been waiting for after these past few years. The day they get married. Carole’s over the moon, yet she notices. She notices the somber smile Maverick keeps flashing at Goose everytime they see each other. When they get to the chapel, when she makes it to the altar, and he’s watching them during the night. If it were anyone else, she’d be a little more than freaked out, but this was Maverick. Her Pete. She also notices the hurt in both men’s eyes when her now-husband glances over to her best friend. A quiet understanding of something she felt like she knew, but still didn’t quite get.

Nothing seems to change after that. Their honeymoon comes and goes and once she comes home, the tension could still be cut with a knife. He’s not himself anymore. No longer the bitey, cheerful boy she grew up with. He was a pilot now, she couldn’t expect him to stay the same forever, but she hadn’t expected that to change him this much. They were a family now, however, he was still her family too. Right? It wasn’t a childish fantasy, she knew that, to her, it was the truth. Carole Abbot-Bradshaw is not stupid. Now though, she wasn’t so sure.

She decides to bring it up one night to Maverick who surprisingly, wasn’t in his room at the barracks. The pilot came over on his volition, which she secretly appreciated because she knew he wasn’t going to like what was coming. They’re watching some cheesy rom-com, both on opposite ends of the couch when Carole brings it up.

“What’s up with you?” She asks. Maverick glances over at her and while he doesn’t stiffen up, she can tell he’s taken aback by her question.

“What do you mean? I’m fine, Carole.” Maverick denies, chuckling it off. She tilts her head and stares at him with a deadpan expression. “Really! I’m serious.”

“Pete Mitchell, do you think I’m an idiot? Tell me, how long have we known each other?” She asks, waiting patiently for him to answer her.

“Almost 9 years…” He answers slowly, estimating off the top of his head. “And no! Of course not. It’s…” He sighs and looks at her. “It was stupid…it’s nothing.”

Carole shakes her head. “It’s not nothing nor is it stupid.” She denies, moving closer to the pilot. “It’s changed you, Pete. And don’t think I haven’t noticed.” She says firmly, but concerned. Sighing, she looks into his eyes that’re averting her gaze. “You’re not yourself, I’m worried about you.” She added gently, worrying now at the way he looked more and more uncomfortable by her asking. “And if it was something I, or Nick did, you know you could tell me, right? You’re my best friend.”

Pete groans softly. There’s really no avoiding her question, not anymore anyway. He’s denied it for this long that really, there wasn’t anything else he could say to hide it. “Things get lonely sometimes. And I… miss you. Both of you. Sometimes I lie awake and when I picture myself with anyone, romantically or whatever…I see you two.” Maverick admits in a voice barely above a whisper, not sure how to phrase it without scaring or freaking her out. She knew him better than anyone, even Nick, and to know that this might ruin everything they had, was killing him. “On the day of your wedding, seeing you both up there, I knew I would never get that. What you have. For things to be the way they were, I guess, I don’t know. And I never want to come between the two of you.” The pilot sighs, staring down at the floor. “I couldn’t live with myself if I did, but now, I’m afraid I already have. I’m so sorry, Carole.” Maverick finally looks up into her eyes, preparing for whatever reaction she had.

“Oh Pete…” She whispers gently, pulling his hand into hers. “You could never come between us. Honey, it’s okay, I know. I know how much you and Nick love each other, you don’t have to be ashamed of that. Frankly, I don’t really care about those sorts of things enough to be upset about it because well, I kind of picture you as my husband too. I mean, I’ve known you for a long enough time that it’s really not a surprise.” She laughs softly, shaking her head.

“I love you, Mav. We both do. So please understand me when I tell you, you never have to be concerned about me freaking out or being upset about these sorts of things” She adds, squeezing his hand in hers. “Okay?”

Maverick doesn’t say anything, but from the look he gives her, she can tell it’s a silent “Okay.” in response. Really, she was expecting something much worse and for that to be all it was, eased the pain in her chest from the past few months. It’s clear to her that their conversation is over, and she’s perfectly fine with that.

The two end up falling asleep together on the couch with Maverick and Carole huddled next to each other, her head in his lap and his arm resting on her back, both snoring quietly. The T.V has switched from romance to some old western movie when Goose enters the apartment and he can’t help but gush at the sight. He crouches down to curl his arms around his wife and carries her off to their bedroom. As he gently lays her on the bed, he’s about to tug the sheets up to her chin when she asks quietly. “Nick?”

“Hey darlin’, I’m sorry for waking you up.” He whispers in response.

Her voice still raspy, she smiles tiredly. “You’re okay. But I think you should talk to Pete, not right now, but sometime. It’d be good for the both of you. He misses you.”

That caught him by surprise. “What do you mean? Did-did I do something wrong?” Goose asks, eyes widening at the idea of what he could’ve done. If he had done anything.

“No, no, baby nothing like that. Don’t worry, you’re okay.” Carole reassures, putting her hand to his wrist. She hesitates for a moment before yawning. “You know how you feel when you’re around me? And him? Well, that’s kinda how he feels around the both of us. If that makes any sense.”

Goose wasn’t sure if she was just talking crazy due to her sleepiness or not, but as he listened, what she was saying did kind of make sense. He was his pilot, his brother, and the best person he ever had besides her, to say didn’t get where he was coming from would be a lie. A huge lie, to himself. He nodded and watched as she shifted to her side. “It’s okay, just…talk to him, Goose.” She whispered before falling back asleep. A peaceful look on her face as he walked out of the room. Watching his best friend, he felt the same look of awe and care he had when they met return to his face. Walking forward, he crouched down next to him and heaved the shorter man up off the couch. “Hey honey, you okay?” The RIO can’t help but ask, knowing just how the other will respond.

Maverick shifts at the sudden movement and smiles lazily. “I’m just fine, dear.”

“Listen, I’m sorry if I hurt you. For not understanding or getting it before. You know how much I care about you, right Mav?” He says quietly.

“S’ okay, Goose. You’re fine.” Pete whispers.

“ Pete..”

Maverick sighs and looks up at him. “I mean it, you’re okay. We’re fine, really.”

“Well if that’s so,” Goose chuckled, dropping the other on the bed. Turning off the light, he crawled in next to Maverick who had Carole sleepily scooching closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder. “Good night you guys. I love you. Both of you.” He whispered before falling asleep as well.

“G’night Goose…” And as Pete falls asleep as well between the two people he loves most, he realizes he has what he’s always wanted. Even if they never defined it in specific terms, a family. One that knew its members inside and out. A place where he belonged. A place where he was wanted. And he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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Hey! Can I request Daryl and Reader, prison era, when Daryl left the group because he found Merle in Woodbury? Maybe something angst but with a heart-warming ending?

PS. I have always been a fan, i love your works! <33

Uh duh! This is non-canon, going off the plot a bit to fit the request a bit better!

The last thing I wanted to hear from Carol about was the fact that Daryl left with his brother, going off on some bitter, passive aggressive adventure into the woods to stick it to Rick and the rest of them for not allowing Merle into the prison.

We were almost living a mundane life in the prison, together, with the rest of our friends- safe and sound. It almost sounds too domestic for the type of world we're in and it sounds especially unusual for Daryl and his loner lifestyle. He's never liked to depend on anyone, he refused to, simply out of the fear that they would come into his life and one day go. Like his mother, father, even Sophia.

He refused to have a complete life with me and even though he was upfront and honest regarding his complicated feelings for me, he never took it to a place where I would become too close to him. But for Merle? Someone who barely deserves anything from him- he leaves everyone who loves and cares for him- turning his back on his only real family.

Carol didn't realize that, in telling me, I would be upset.

She assumed Daryl and I were just friends and that I would be happy for him, finally reconnecting with his brother after struggling with his identity and believing that Merle had died on that rooftop. But when I told her about everything that had passed between us, the kisses we've shared here and there, the intimate moments of fleeting confessions and heart eyes. She was pretty livid at first that her best friend never told her that we had such a relationship, but more so than he never mentioned it before.

It made me even more mad to know that he didn’t care enough about us to even mention me to Carol, his literal best friend. But he was more than fine with leaving her and I, his best friend and lover, without any explanation other than telling Rick that her and I would 'understand'.

I don't know if he's ever met Carol and I , but we're not the most understanding nor are we very forgiving.

We were both equally shocked when he returned.

With Merle.

Merle got a fistful of my fist the minute he walked through the cell doors, my knuckles bruised as Maggie instantly shoved me away from him as I sent him glares over my shoulder.

Carol was equally as pissed, grilling Daryl on why he even came back and throughout the conversation, he couldn't not look at me, his eyes wanting nothing more than to explain why he left. But I couldn't find it in me to tell him the truth.

Not until now.

"You gon' look at me?" He asks timidly, leaning against my cell door and I pull my knees to my chest, a deep frown on my lips.

"I don't know what you want me to say to you." I mutter, scratching at spot on my mattress. "You left without saying anything so what gives you the idea that you're entitled to me saying anything to you- hell, even looking in your direction?" I ask, biting at the inside of my cheek as he sighs, his eyes lowering to the ground out of pure shame. "If you want to explain, do it, because I'm not going to talk to you without an explanation." I offer simply and his eyebrows lift and he takes a pause.

"Couldn't look at ya after I got Merle back after thinkin' he was gone." He explains, taking a cautious step towards me with an embarrassed smile. "Lookin' at you reminded me too much that you were really the only one left- in my life, I mean." My chest aches at his brutally honest words, never hearing such heartfelt words come out of him before. I stare at him, shocked with wide eyes as he sits down beside me on the bed with a soft groan, his body aching under the weight on his shoulders. "I couldn't tell you I was leavin'- couldn't bare you being angry with me. I knew Carol would chew my ass out as it was, so I didn't wanna stay around long enough to see you disappointed in me." He rests his elbows on his knees and leans over a bit, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Please, if you want to leave and life a life with Merle- go. I'll go back to whatever mine was before I met you.” I whimper, my bottom lip trembling a bit as he scoots towards me, his thigh pressed up against mine.

"Don't want that. Wanna be here." He says confidently, his eyes finally lifting to meet my sad ones, a sad smile spreading across his lips as he bumps my shoulder with his. "With you."

"Yeah?" I ask, wiping my nose with the sleeve of my shirt as a wave of relief washes over me. He gives me another nod and slides an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"Merle ain't worth losing you."

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Chapter 10- Part 11

Aw- it’s nice to see they, especially Amaria, still actually care. I’m not sure if Xera (in-character) is taking much solace in this plan, but I most certainly am.

Until next time, Amaria- I’m certain this won’t be the last time we run into her, and I don’t just mean in terms of eventually challenging her for a Gym Battle.

Onyx Ward? That’s where Florinia’s Gym is? I would’ve thought it’d be here in Obsidia Ward, this has been the latest location we’ve been exploring.

Oooh, interesting- and here I thought she was just some programmer/hacker lady, but being a teacher/instructor fits her, uh…intelligence just as well.

And so, here we stand…left to ponder everything that’s just happened.

Yeah, no, this park is much smaller now that everything’s back to normal- but given the weird layout of the overgrown version, I’ll take this any day.

You know…I think this whole debacle with Borealis and Victoria being kidnapped can serve as an excellent character moment for Xera, as I alluded to before. Like I said- Borealis is clearly a strong Trainer, even I was spooked at the possibility of facing him right then and there- and I think Xera realized that too. For as strong as she’s gotten thus far, enough to get one Gym Badge and take down a PULSE machine, it still wasn’t and wouldn’t have been enough to prevent what happened to Victoria.

And I think this stings more because, really- I think Victoria’s the only (human) character so far that Xera might, in some way, consider a friend. Really, think about it:

Cain is sorta getting there, but I’d say it’s…still a work-in-progress, at least on Xera’s end.

Ame may have saved Xera’s life, but it’s more like Xera wants to return the favor in some way, or at least prove (maybe to herself, maybe to others) that the chance Ame gave her to keep living wasn’t wasted.

Florinia, Amaria, Shelly, and Corey (reminder, Xera does not suspect him of being Borealis like I do) are more like acquaintances at best.

I don’t think Fern is anyone’s friend.

Julia is Xera’s sleep paralysis demon.

That…really just leaves Victoria as the one Xera’s on arguably the best terms with. And to me, it makes sense- Victoria was the first actual, newbie Trainer Xera met in Reborn City, even before Cain. All the others died in the Grandview Station bombing, and I don’t even know if Xera knew any of them. And not only that, but Victoria showed her actual kindness after everything happened- like, yeah, Ame did too, but again, that dynamic is totally different from a friendship at this time. And I think with Victoria, her kindness was more striking because most of the other citizens Xera encountered right after such a traumatic event were…not so pleasant in some form or another.

Of course, while I see the two having this friendship, in-universe I…think it’s only now, after Victoria is in mortal danger, that Xera’s coming to realize she actually considers her something of a friend. You know how the saying goes, “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone” and all that.

When everything began, for most of the game up until this point, Xera’s been motivated by two things: a vague ambition to become a strong enough Trainer to take on the Reborn League, and vengeance on Team Meteor for almost killing her. She didn’t care about the city as a whole or the people in it, for the most part, it was mainly the Pokémon. Those feelings have slightly begun to change before this Obsidia Park stuff, but again- only slightly. But I think, with this event…it might just be what’s needed to trigger a real shift in priority within Xera for the first time.

She’ll challenge Florinia at her Gym, no doubt about that- but not as a stepping stone towards fulfilling her goals of victory over the Reborn League. If she does have to face Borealis or any Team Meteor member who gets in the way of tracking down Victoria…she wants to make sure she’ll be strong enough to take them on. She wants to make sure won’t be powerless to do anything again like she was in Obsidia Park. This isn’t completely about revenge anymore (though it’s still part of it), now it’s about rescue.

Maybe I’m going too deep into giving a meaningful character arc to a character who’s supposed to be a player avatar/insert, especially since we’ve got 17 more Gyms to go, but…I dunno, as fun as player inserts are, I like giving life to whole new characters (read: I really like making OCs), and this game is giving me plenty of material to work with.

Anyways- that’s enough of me pondering characterization (assuming you read all of that), let’s get back to the actual game. Let’s see if the NPCs have anything new to say now that the park’s back to normal.

I think you’re gonna leave with more questions than answers, buddy-

Chaos? You want chaos?? You can’t handle chaos! You haven’t seen what I’ve seen!!

Oh? I distinctly remember those old folks acting weird when Xera came in before- and now this? Sounds like a new side quest of some kind.

But that- as well as anything else in Obsidia and Onyx Wards- will have to wait until the next chapter. A bit of a shorter installment this time, sure, but hopefully the story stuff- both the actual in-game events and my continued OC-building- make up for the length.

Despite the gripes I was very ““vocal”” about (because it was written rather than literally spoken) this time around, make no mistake, I am still enjoying this game! So, here’s to another ten chapters of my desperate attempts to get good at Pokémon, and here’s to hopefully even more beyond that! Until next time!

CURRENT TEAM:

Riptide

Species: Croconaw

Gender: Male

Level: 21

Ability: Sheer Force*

Item: Quick Claw

Brave nature; Alert to sounds.

Breeze

Species: Pidgeotto

Gender: Female

Level: 21

Ability: Keen Eye

Item: None

Lax nature; Mischievous.

Glare

Species: Ekans

Gender: Female

Level: 21

Ability: Intimidate

Item: None

Naughty nature; Highly curious.

Whiskers

Species: Skitty

Gender: Female

Level: 21

Ability: Wonder Skin*

Item: None

Lax nature; Capable of taking hits.

Bloom

Species: Roselia

Gender: Male

Level: 22

Ability: Leaf Guard*

Item: Rose Incense

Docile nature; Alert to sounds.

Prong

Species: Charjabug

Gender: Female

Level: 22

Ability: Battery

Item: None

Rash nature; Loves to eat.

CURRENT BOXES:

NUMBER OF RELOADS: 5

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lord the party dynamics are gonna be wild the next few sessions. I mean I think this’ll effect everyone pretty much indefinitely going forward, especially once we figure out what will ultimately happen to Laudna, but lord just

like you have FCG, who saw more of their ancient past, but who still has no real ANSWERS. who is meant to help, and lost a friend. who just saw his friends laid strewn and bloody around him, just like last time. who brought Fearne back to life despite being scared of even healing someone earlier on in the day, in case it hurt him and made him lash out again. who saw and experienced these people they’ve grown to care so much about feel so lost and despondent and hurt. who saw Imogen, someone they have linked minds with, level an entire city block with her grief.

who was, to my understanding, linked with Laudna when she died.

Ashton, who was brought more clarity about their potential origins, who had to relive a traumatizing moment of losing their family. who was so thoroughly beat down in just one turn, despite being a protector, the muscle. that status was thoroughly challenged. who ran from the battle for multiple rounds, during which others went down.

who was the last one to have a real in depth conversation with Laudna. who spent their time since the very beginning making sure this wet paper towel of a woman didn’t die because she’s soft and he’s not anymore. who carried her lifeless body almost the entire episode. who’s willing to go into debt to a woman they’re afraid of, just after clearing it, in order to bring her back.

Chetney, who’s trying to keep things together. he’s been alive for so long, of course he’s seen people die. who didn’t want to be left behind as a sole survivor. who tried so hard to defend the others, to next to no avail. who has dangerous power, and tries to reassure the others who have it too. who’s trying to ensure they can still go, still move, still do something, and maybe save Laudna in the process.

there’s Orym, who’s already been the survivor once. who knows it was him or Laudna. who knows he’s alive, in part, because Laudna is not. who knows his best friend in the group had to make that horrible decision. who likely thinks he didn’t do his job, protecting, well enough, and that’s why they’re in that position. who likely sees his own loss and grief echoed in Imogen. who had an instant to make that grief go away and be with his love and his family again.

who has a second chance to complete his mission. who is willing to confront his perceived failure at bringing Otohan in, to go to his leader and beg for the life of his friend.

and poor fucking Fearne. who was dismissed by Otohan, not powerful enough. who died. who saw something worrying, terrifying, grabbing for her, drawing her in. who knows that’s what is waiting for her next time. who was revived only to have to choose between Orym and Laudna moments later.

either her longtime friend, someone she loves. the one she’s gone on adventures with. the one she sleeps next to every night. the one who helped guide her into a new way of considering the world, an entirely new morality. the one who protects the whole party. the one she knows has others elsewhere looking forward to his return.

or Laudna. a new friend. someone she cares for, who she talks up every chance she gets. the one who invited her and Orym into her bed to help assuage their loneliness after Dorian left. who is so bright and joyful. who took her hands and said she had a family, whatever her parents wound up saying. who has her best friend sobbing over her body, begging her to come back.

who may or may not have fudged the coin flip. who knows now the extent of Imogen’s grief and rage. who would risk returning to her grandmother, who always demands a price, who took years of her life, to bring Laudna back.

and then of course, Imogen.

who watched her friends get carved down one by one all in order to trigger her latent power. who could do nothing to save them. who wishes she hadn’t tried to run. who doesn’t know what would have happened if she stayed.

who saw Orym die, someone who believed in her. someone she confided in.

who saw Fearne die, a friend. someone she had fun with. someone she got the chance to be playful and warm with.

who wasn’t even there for Laudna’s final breath. twice, she reached out, and heard nothing back. two times during that awful fight, the music she’s grown so used to went silent. who, despite her best efforts, her begging, her willingness to go with Otohan, couldn’t save this woman she loves. who unleashed terrifying power she never dreamed she had, and still couldn’t bring her back. who was willing to play into anyone’s hands, Otohan’s, Delilah’s, Hexum’s, anyone, to have Laudna back.

who had the chance to have her back, and had to watch Fearne choose someone else. who has to grapple with the fact that though she cares for Orym, she didn’t want him saved if it mean Laudna wouldn’t be.

who had to grappled with the fact that Laudna was, again, killed to send a message.

who spent the rest of the episode demanding Laudna’s body be treated with respect. who held her when they had moments to pause, a body that probably doesn’t feel all that different to how she does when she’s asleep. colder, heavier maybe. without the telltale slow, weak heartbeat, or shallow, infrequent breaths. so close to normal, but not quite there.

who pressed a kiss to her forehead, and has to be hoping it’s not a kiss goodbye.

and the party at large too. Laudna was a source of joy and light and enthusiasm. she made people laugh. she got them little gifts, fixed little things for them. she offered what comfort she could when she could. she made sure Zhudanna always had fresh fruit and eggs. she cared so much about bringing people happiness and fixing things and leaving places and people better than she found them. she was, I think, the emotional heart of the group, and they’re going to sorely be missing that in the coming days.

#cr #cr3 #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #cr3 spoilers #critical role 3 spoilers #critical role 3 #PROCESSING SOME EMOTIONS #god everyone had it ROUGH #edit: whoops you didnt see me utterly misspell otohans name several times

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raeofgayshine · 1 year

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tell me about blaine fam <3

*holds up Blaine* He’s my baby boy.

His full name is Blaine Sebastian Garcia, and he’s the main character my first book in the Beauty and the Mermaid series (He’s the Mermaid), tentatively called Crescendo. Because well, he is a music kid, but the real idea behind the name is that the story is about Blaine finding his voice and confidence again. That’s the crescendo of the story. His healing.

But! I’m getting ahead of myself, so let’s go back to the beginning.

Blaine’s parents actually divorced before he was ever born. His father, an absolute dick by the way, didn’t want a second child. He didn’t even really want the first one, B’s older brother Roman, who was born when his mom was still college which led her to dropping out to raise him. (Their dad says that Roman was born to trap him in a marriage. Their mom, obviously, does not agree with this story). Needless to say, Daddy Garcia was never particularly fond of Roman, he hardly paid him any attention (and what attention he did give was largely negative), and when he found out there was going to be a second kid, he split. No goodbyes, just left for work one day and didn’t come back. Weeks later, divorce papers arrived in the mail. (Roman never forgives his father for how he left, or how he treated him, which leads to a lot of fighting between the two later down the line.)

So Blaine was raised by a single mother, but really if you ask B he would say he was raised mostly by Roman. Because like, physically there mom was always around and she did take care of them in the sense of she kept a roof over there head and gave them food, but for the first 5 years of Blaine’s life, she was extremely emotionally distant. And with everything going on, she was just so exhausted and completely depleted and,,, you know she was depressed and it was all she could do to get up and go to work so they didn’t lose the house. She did her best, but as the years went on it was getting harder and harder for her.

For a short time, when Blaine was 5 and Roman is 9 I believe (the ages still confuse me, I’m so bad with time math), the pair wind up in foster care after a teacher becomes concerned about their home life (which Roman had been trying to hide for a long time because he still loved his mom, he knew she was trying her best and didn’t want her to get into trouble), while their mother gets some help getting back on her feet and back to feeling a lot more like herself.

And once she is in a place to care for her kids again, they go home. The next few years are when she teaches Blaine to play piano (something that becomes his favorite escape as he grows up), she teaches both of her boys how to speak Tagalog (Her first language), as well as does her best to teach them about Philippine culture.

Blaine still always goes to Roman first for comfort, for advice. He loves his brother so much, and believes there’s no person better in the world then his kuya (older brother).

And maybe it’s better that way, because when Blaine is 10 their mom is diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. She only lives another 6 months after the diagnosis, and when she dies Blaine and Roman after left with no choice but to be shipped off to the father.

And that’s not a fun few years for either of them, Blaine does his best to stay out of sight out of mind. Meanwhile Roman is enrolled by his father at a boarding school, Ravenwood, that’s a couple hours away from the city they now live in. Mostly because their dad didn’t want to live with an angry Roman who would now fight back every time he said something rude or negative. (Roman is so angry about this decision because he just wants to be there for Blaine, he starts so many fights trying to get kicked out until finally his soon to be best friend Evan helps him realize that the best way to help Blaine in this situation was to create a space at Ravenwood waiting for him to arrive).

Blaine has a tough few years in middle school. Especially when people start spreading rumors about him being gay, he gets bullied a bit but he has his music to escape to and he knows, knows that Roman will always love and support him no matter what.

And in 8th grade, Blaine falls in love the first time. Turns out he’s not the only queer kid, and though they keep their relationship very private (they don’t even hang out as friends in school), it’s actually a semi-decent relationship as far as middle school goes. They get close enough that Blaine feels comfortable telling him the one thing only Roman knew at this point. That he was trans.

(Blaine realized he was trans when he was about 5. It didn’t click all at once, but you know he could tell something was wrong about being called a girl and it progressed from there. He eventually chose his new name with the help of Roman (and his favorite movie for a middle name), and their mom went through the process of getting it legally changed and so that was just that. Their dad didn’t even know because he left before Blaine was born.)

At first, his boyfriend reacts quite shocked and angry, hangs up the phone and doesn’t respond to Blaine for days. But B thinks he just needs time to process and he’ll come around, and he seems to because he eventually brings Blaine flowers and asks him to the end of year dance.

And this, this is where things really go wrong for Blaine. He doesn’t remember the details of what happened for months, all he knows is one minute he was stepping out for some air with his date, and the next he was waking up days later in the hospital after being gay bashed on the football field and nearly dying.

Which, as you would expect, leaves a lot of scars on Blaine. The head trauma he received obviously caused him a bit of amnesia, it also caused him so trouble with focusing and stringing together words, though that heals over time but it’s an issue for the first few months. The damage also left Blaine far sighted and in need of glasses (which he absolutely hates wearing because for Blaine they are a sign of the trauma he’s been though and the fact he will never be who he was before this. He will take a headache or blurry vision over wearing them by choice, especially outside of his house/dorm room.) The entire attack also left Blaine with ptsd, a massive spike in his anxiety, and struggling with selective mutism (which he comes to despise the quickest because he just wants his voice back!! But this is part of how he earns his mermaid nickname, because like Ariel he has lost his voice and it can only be regained by destroying the sea witch).

Because of the attack, and because it’s now come out that Blaine is both trans and gay, their dad kicks him out of the house. And of course Roman is going to follow, so with the help of Evan (mentioned above, Ro’s best friend), he collects their things and moves into an apartment in a small town less then 30 minutes from Ravenwood.

And that, that’s kind of Blaine’s story. Because of the fact he finds himself struggling to create words in the wake of the attack, Blaine uses a lot of sign language to communicate (Him and Roman learned it together when they moved in with their dad, so that they could talk without fear of him snooping or getting angry). He supplements this also with a lot of gestures and facial expressions, as well as some texting/writing (which makes him such a fun character to write because I have to communicate so much with body language). Blaine also uses music to communicate, sometimes he will just play a lyric to stand in for a sentence, or he’ll present an entire song as how he’s feeling and it’s up to whoever he’s talking to to put together the pieces (He uses a lot of music in therapy, especially when he’s trying to piece back together his memories. He gets feelings first and those feelings are tied to songs).

Blaine winds up singing for most of his friends before he is ever able to speak because music is just easier for him. And it makes sense when you see him on stage, deep in the performance of a song like it’s the one place he belongs.

What else is there to say about my boy?

Oh, my favorite fun fact about Blaine is that he knows a handful of languages enough to be fluent in them (he likes to learn languages for fun, and he’s really good at it. Something in his brain just clicks with languages). But! He knows how to cuss in an even larger number of languages. Blaine refuses to curse in English, but if he ever says anything to you in another language the chances are high it’s something that should not be repeated.

Besides piano, Blaine can also play guitar. Roman taught him, starting right around the time their mom got cancer. He doesn’t love it as much as piano, but he is really good at it.

Blaine’s favorite movie is the Little Mermaid. This is both why is middle name is Sebastian (It couldn’t be Eric because “It would be weird if I had the same name as my husband, Roman.”), and the second reason he is the Mermaid. (The third being that the twins, two of his closest friends, call him Ariel). Also he has a stuffed dog named Eric who is his favorite comfort item.

Blaine has bad night terrors. Bad like he can be a danger to himself and sometimes other people, and you can’t wake him up but there are ways to help calm him down and get him back to sleep. Blaine never remember these though, and he only knows they happen because he gets told. The night terrors are the reason his friend group implements Blaine Duty, where they take turns sleeping in Blaine’s room with him so someone will be right there if he needs it (Blaine has a room to himself thanks to Roman pulling some strings, and because of the night terrors, so his friends keep him company). The night terrors become less frequent as time passes, but Blaine Duty never stops.

Blaine has a pair of heelys. Gifted to him by his best friend Connor, B wears them all of the time and you will see him heelying most places. (There was once an attempt to attach rockets to them that failed, however he did get rockets attached to a pair of skates instead. It is a wonder he’s still alive.)

Speaking of Connor, Blaine’s relationship with him can only be described as ambiguously queer. They flirt a lot, call each Babe and Love, Blaine definitely thinks Connor is a pretty boy and wants to kiss him, but they are not dating. At all. Blaine gets a boyfriend book 2 and things get more gay because Connor flirts with both of them now and honestly I don’t even know what’s going on there, but I love it so much. Like, they are that one post about how you should be a little in love with your friends.

One of my favorite running jokes in the series that revolves around Blaine is that he frequently says “I’m kissable” or something of the same vibe. This boy just likes to kiss people. Not even romantically/sexually, he just thinks it’s fun. He has kissed most of his friends, but routinely refuses to kiss Connor (because he finds it funny and also again, there’s something gay between them and Connor is “so pretty” according to B).

There’s a group chat called “Blaine’s Music Therapy”, where Blaine shares songs he believes matches the vibes of his friends, or just reminds him of them. Sometimes he’s very sweet in doing this, and sometimes he is a menace and uses his music powers for evil. He will read your every flaw in song if you give him the chance (affectionately, he never shares songs out of malice, he’s too nice for that. But he will call you out about self sabotaging).

Oh! One of my other favorite Blaine fun facts is that he always has perfect eyeliner. It doesn’t matter what he is doing, like he could be sobbing his eyes out and his eyeliner will never run, it doesn’t smudge, it always comes out looking exactly how he wants it to. No there’s no explanation for why this is the case. I just think it’s funny.

I think that’s a pretty good overview of my lovely little Blaine.

This kid has been through so fucking much in his life, but the one thing that really gets me about Blaine is that he has never given up. It would be easier for him to shut down and shut out the world after all it’s put him through. He could refuse to make friends, close off his heart so it couldn’t be hurt again but he doesn’t do that.

Despite everything, Blaine genuinely believes there is so much good in the world. And he has to fight his anxiety and his trauma a lot, especially in the early days, to let him try again with trusting a new group of people. It’s exhausting for him, and obviously not a linear street and sometimes it feels like a constant battle against himself, but Blaine is determined to get better. He is determined to make friends and be happy and to not let his past control his life.

And it just, it means a lot to me. To be able to write him fighting so hard against himself to be the person he wants to be. Leaning on music to help him through, help him process what he’s feeling or why he’s feeling that way, and using it as a language to communicate with other people.

I love all of the Misfits (Blaine’s friend group), I really do. But Blaine is the one I put the most of myself into, and the reason he’s the main character is because he’s the one I need to write.

#ravenpuff writes #beauty and the mermaid #blaine Garcia #ravenpuff answers #so this was a very long response #whoops #but when you ask me about one of my kids I just have to go off #this was very nice for me also like #I’ve been struggling a lot to write properly because of exhaustion and not being able to find the words I want #but i miss my characters and thinking about them and sharing them so this is a really nice way to do it #maybe i should do more things like this #go through the lads one at a time #starting next with Roman because it only seems fair #and them Connor because his story makes me laugh so much #(local kid raised in crime family has no idea his experiences are not universal)

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OK. So I'm your prior 9:00 anon checker and wanted to say yes, I am the West Coast. So Cal to be precise. And not to add to clogging your inbox I had a curious question. Usually I wouldn't ask because like you I don't like to speculate to much. But on Buck and Eddie's sexuality.

Buck: I definitely think he's bi or pan. But also believe based on non existent parents and being raised by an awesome sister I think he would be like I love love and I love that soul mate over there label me what you wish.

Eddie, my Eddie fascinates me because if I knew Eddie in real life, straight up demisexual. Reasons...

I do believe he loved Shannon and can absolutely see how he would have bonded with her and her mom as a younger person in Texas. I think yes he was already bonded with Buck and was partially in love. But if Shannon had committed and been alive I could absolutely see him staying with her and he and Buck staying best friends. My point I think that's why it was actually important to show her severing the bond before she died.

His absolute annoyance with single people who want to hook up with him. He is skittish with them. Treats them almost as adversaries. He's already bonded to Buck but doesn't fully understand that connection yet.

The way in S5 when he does bond with fellow coworkers it is only with women that are clearly not viable dating options. Again see above, he kikis with Linda and May. They are destined to never be love interests.

Now my real life experience. One of my dear friends is and it was her experience who made me watch Eddie in a different lense. Long story short she was in love with her male friend but he was in a relationship and she couldn't figure out why she couldn't just drop it. And it was because she was demi. It's not the same as going to a bar and "getting under someone new to get over" someone. Alot of our friends couldn't get it. I did alot of research just to have her back. Because they weren't being cruel persai, just like why occurred move on. She had to slowly disengage under the guise of new girlfriend spend time with her to separate herself. It took a long time. But she couldn't move on till she muted the bond and it took time and separation he till this day doesn't know occured.

So back to Eddie, it really hit home in S5 because as I watched it, viewing Eddie as demi, it was like if he is he can't disengage himself from Buck. They share a child. There are 3 people essentially in the relationship.

And who knows, maybe I am wrong and just hoping for different representation. But it would be so validating to know that 3 years of writing were really leading up to showing a different angle of representation that most main stream viewer's don't understand.

Curious if you have ever put thought into real life Eddie and Buck and what you would think they identify as.

Hi lovely! Awwww, I’m gonna call you morning anon, if that works for you? I’m so happy to hear from you again! And please, you’re never clogging my inbox, you’re enriching me! *HUGS*

So I have to admit that I always try to manage my expectations. I’ve written before on how I think Eddie can def be seen as demi and it would fit everything we know about him in canon. I do think that when it comes to Shannon, he had feelings for her. Would those have been enough for him to commit if she hadn’t become pregnant? It’s implied in s2 that they first got married because of her pregnancy, and in 217 again, Eddie's not ready to re-commit until she tells him her period is running late. I tend to think that getting together for the wrong reasons means they wouldn’t have worked out in the long run even if Shannon would have accepted Eddie’s willingness to re-commit. I’m sure he would have given it his all, but especially after he already found his actual soulmate, I think he and Shannon would have eventually fallen apart. Well, Eddie clearly didn’t even try in s3 to get over losing someone he WAS ready to re-commit to, or in s5 losing his (seemingly platonic) soulmate by getting with someone else sexually.

But will the show give us demisexual representation? I tend to think not. TBH, most shows still struggle even with proper bi rep, let alone anything more advanced than that. And while I do think 911 is LGBTQ friendly, for a really long time (practically 5 seasons) we had NO character on EITHER 911 show to identify as bi. Even now, after Lone Star’s s3, it’s still debatable whether we have a character like that.

See, there are different ways a character can self-identify on a show:

Coming out by label: using the label in self-reference, for example someone referring to themselves as bi.

Coming out by definition: using the definition of the label in self-reference, for example talking about dating both girls and guys.

Coming out by implication: tossing out information from which one can conclude that the definition is met, for example implying having former partners of both sexes.

The third form is the vaguest of the three, but it can also come across as the most “easy going” one. It’s no big deal, it’s very normal, no need to talk about it. That can be very refreshing, although with how little bi rep there is out there, even less of it being actually good, this way might work better with gay characters than bisexual ones.

With Nancy, 911 LS seemingly tried in ep 317 to go for that. Except it ended up using an inconclusive implication. Nancy mentions she has always been taller than the people she’s dated, even if they were in 6 inch heels. This appears to imply she has dated women, but... it’s also left open for interpretation.

I mean, for one thing, the fact that someone tosses out info like that and no one reacts means a lot of viewers probably even missed that she just shared some potentially very meaningful revelation about herself with her teammates (ironic, since at the beginning of s3, she was kinda sassy with TK over not telling them he can speak Hebrew). But on top of that, it might mean she dated guys who liked to cross dress. Or guys who might have dressed up for Halloween in heels. I served in the army, you will not believe how many het cis guys loved doing that. It wasn’t necessarily about testing gender boundaries or anything inherently queer. They just wanted to joke around, and dressing up in girl clothes, including heels, fit that. They’d do it in groups, too. My point is that wearing heels doesn’t necessarily indicate Nancy’s former flames were women. It’s very likely that they were! But it’s not the only option. So because LS used inconclusive implication, we still can’t definitively say that Nancy is bi. Those of us who even caught what she said there.

Basically, if 911 is still struggling with giving us even one character that can be clearly identified as bi rep, I wouldn’t hold my breath for demi or pan rep. Even if the show lets Buddie go canon, they may choose to simply have them both identify as bi (maybe have Buck say he always knew while for Eddie it’s a revelation) or they’ll just avoid touching the issue of how one or both of them self-identifies. TBH, if the show does go that route, that’s revolutionary enough (and they’ll probably have to deal with a wave of hate from homophobic viewers) that I’m not that bothered by how or whether Buddie will self-identify. I’ll just be over here, cheering for 911 for daring to let two presumed characters go queer together. The rest I can headcanon myself. ;) Which. TBH, we shouldn’t have to, but there’s just such a LONG way left for us to travel with queer rep, I’d still be really content if the show takes this big leap forward.

I hope this answer is a good one for you, lovely Nonnie! And I hope you’re having a great morning! Sending lots of love and morning cuddles! xoxox

(If you're looking for my ask replies, here is my ask tag! xoxox)

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pochqmqri · 2 years

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Back in May, I was broken up with my girlfriend of not even a full year in a relationship. She said we weren’t compatible anymore, and it made sense because in the last few months we butted heads over many things, mostly trivial such as opinions on video games or dis/likes of certain fads. If she hadn’t done it first, I would have eventually, especially since she was going to be living with her other girlfriend (also my ex in this polyam relationship) soon.

However, most of that pales in comparison to how she trivialized her sexual attraction to me during the relationship, and especially how she treated me during the breakup, which was the last time I spoke to her directly. I never said everything I wanted to her, so this vague vent post serves as a way to get it all out. Maybe she’ll see this, maybe she won’t. Since this topic involves sex, I’m putting the rest of this post under a read me, but I’ll try to limit the details to only what’s important.

Even when we were just friends, our relationship was unusual. The best way to describe it would be as friends with benefits, since we were basically sexting in how we shared lewd art and RP’d over stuff we wanted to do to each other. She even sent me “pics” of herself (out of her own volition) and I felt bad that I couldn’t reciprocate, because unlike her, I wasn’t and am still not out nor have I transitioned.

She would eventually start an online polycule with three other girls, and it wasn’t until a year after we became friends that she said she’d like to try dating me. I wasn’t polyamorous, but I had always been attracted to her, so I accepted her invitation. I wanted to “repay” her for the pics by taking some of my own, mostly of my lower body as that was the part I felt more comfortable showing and she especially loved girls with those “parts.” She also really liked my legs and the tights I wore with them. Since I was moving on campus for the upcoming semester at the time, I took a bunch of pics and videos of myself and placed them in a Google Drive so that she could see them anytime she wanted. I was hoping she would look at them and compliment me, so I asked a few times if she had. One time she told me she took a quick look and said it “all looks very appealing,” but most of the time she said she wasn’t horny enough to look at them. Around the time we started dating, she had just done SRS and was recovering from that. It seemed that either that or her HRT medication was “suppressing” her sex drive as she described it at the time. Also around that time I started dating one of her partners (let’s call her B and the first one A to make it less confusing) out of impulse, since they were more receptive to my sexual desires.

A then began to say she might be on the ace spectrum, describing herself as graysexual. She said at times she feels sex repulsed and at other times she didn’t. I was a bit confused, but I thought so long as she still felt sexually attracted to me I could handle it. Late last year, B visited A in-person and spent about a week with her. I felt envious, but I also felt like, if I wasn’t publicly out yet, I’d no real right or reason to be with her physically. When they were together, they tried a bit of sex, but not too rough. It reinforced in A’s mind that she was ace, and “not that crazy” about sex. At the time, she said she only appreciated soft N$FW art and not real nudes. She said my pics were what she considered “fap material” and “too much” for her, even though I never asked her to pleasure herself to my pics, I just wanted to be appreciated the same way like she does to art and random strangers.

I struggled to come to terms with her asexuality. It took me a while to learn about the complexities of asexuality, such as there being a difference between enjoying “other people having sex” and you yourself doing it and enjoying the act. However, I started to realize she wasn’t being truthful in what she said to me and how she acted. For instance, we both had N$FW accounts, and even though she told me she wasn’t into hardcore stuff or certain kinks anymore, she would still share it on that account. She unfollowed my N$FW account because she said the stuff I shared was “too much,” but that didn’t explain why she was still following B’s alt, who shared stuff of the same caliber as I did or even more, or really any of the lewd artists she liked. She dodged the question and instead told me to not take it personally. But, how could I not?

I sort of find it funny that her pinned post on that account speaks out against fetishizing trans people, when she would to this day continually share posts about wanting “girl dick.” I made myself so vulnerable to her when I took those pics, and they felt like a wasted effort if she wouldn’t look at them. I felt so insecure. She said that I could continue to show them to B instead, who would be “more receptive” of them.

The way A seemed to treat me in the polycule was as if, rather than do something for me, she would tell me to go to B instead. She also did this whenever I needed someone to talk to about serious issues. She even did this when we were just friends, when I told her that my native country was taken over in a military coup, that she couldn’t help me. When we were dating, my friend’s mom was killed in a car crash, and she waved me off again since she couldn’t “handle that kind of talk.” She said that she had to take whatever little emotional energy she had for herself first, and I even offered to listen to her problems but she never bothered. She did the same for B as well, making her rely on her other partners (in a different polycule) rather than actually provide the support herself. I started to wonder what exactly I was to her anymore. She seems to have troubles with empathy, because one time, I told her that I was afraid of being seen as a pervert for shopping in women’s clothing sections and she told me I’d “definitely have to get over that at some point.”

When I was still in the polycule server, with me, her, B, and B’s partners, the rest of them were enjoying themselves sharing lewd art and stuff. However, when I did, A ignored me. I told her I felt left out but she said there’s not much she can do about that. I didn’t want to sound like I was policing what she could enjoy or not, but I felt like she need to be truthful with me about her sexuality. I understand that she was in the phase of understanding herself, but as someone who prefers sexual intimacy in a relationship, I felt like I had a stake as well. I never really confronted over this because I was afraid of being seen as aphobic or just aggressive in general. One time when I did, she told that sometimes she’ll share something more "daring” and spicy because she’s either bored or curious even if she doesn’t like the act, which made no sense to me. If it’s your account, why would you share something if you don’t like it? I then asked if she still thought of my body, since she kept sharing stuff about “girl dick,” but she said she didn’t, and it was definitely in jest when she shared stuff like that. That hurt me a lot, and made me realize I couldn’t continue being in the relationship anymore. However, I still wanted to hold on, because I felt like I still had a chance with her and that she’d change her mind since, she told me her sexuality wasn’t “set in stone.” A few days after that conversation, she tells me she fingered herself for the first time since SRS and felt some horniness, so she’s “definitely graysexual and not ace.” At the time, I felt like our “horny clocks” were just not lining up. I hope by this point I’ve made it clear why I don’t trust her anymore and felt frustrated.

B broke up with me soon after, and I was ok with that, I neglected her romantically, was struggling with my final semester of university, and had a worsened emotional state thanks to A. A few weeks later, I got a message from A after days of her not talking to me. She asks to see one of my nudes, wanting to “try something.” This excited me a bit, so I send her one, and she tells me she’s breaking up with me since she has no romantic feelings for me anymore. She said we just not compatible in that she didn’t have the “emotional capacity” to care for both her and me. It was ok for her and B because B had other partners to discuss emotional things with. As for why she asked to see my nudes, she explained after announcing our breakup that she was feeling horny again wanted to check against something she knew she “wasn’t horny for.” I ask how she felt, so she criticizes my nudes, saying she’s nitpicky about the photography. She prefers full or near-full body pics rather than the lower body ones I took. Looking back, I find that funny, because earlier when I first took those photos, she said they were “appealing,” but now she doesn’t like them anymore? In addition, about a month prior to our breakup, she told me that while she doesn’t like full body nudes, close ups of boobs were ok because they were nice. Sorry, for being flat I guess.

I then said that, maybe if I had took better nudes, it would enticed her, but she tells me it was “just as preference” and wouldn’t change how she felt about me. Looking back, I’ve taken this to mean that, when we were still in a relationship, she found me to be sexually unappealing compared to the other random strangers she shared photos of. To add insult to injury, she says I look good in tights and should “flaunt that” to my next partner. Adding further insult, she says next time I should date someone who isn’t asexual or has a more “solid sexuality,” when I didn’t fucking know that going into a relationship with her. She then said she’d been thinking of breaking for about a week and half, meaning that she basically lied to me in our DMs about all kinds of mushy romantic talk during that period. I told her she had been gaslighting me and she denied it, saying that her preferences are “just that” and not in set in stone so she’ll like many different things. She then accuses me of looking only at her sexual side and isolating it from the rest, failing to understand why she would interact with sexual context she “theoretically doesn’t like.” She didn’t feel remorseful at all during our breakup and kept trying to weasel her way out of blame and instead manipulate me.

That was the last time I talked to her. She soon unfollowed me on socials after that, while I never bothered to do the same. I admit, that makes me look bad, because I’m torturing myself seeing her on my feed as well as stalking her in a sense. I’ve already changed that recently. About a month later, B (who is A’s only partner left at this point) moves in with A permanently. I knew about this plan while I was still dating them, and I did feel jealous, but it made sense given both live in the same country. As far as I’m aware, B is A’s only remaining partner despite her being polyamorous in theory. When we were still together, I told her I wanted to be a bride in a wedding, to which she said she probably wouldn’t marry anyone since it’s difficult to set up a polyam wedding properly, which I understood. Once she got rid of me, I saw on her Discord status around the time of their move in that there was “[x] days until [she became] a bride.” Since I never bothered to unfollow A, I’ve still seen some of the lewd stuff she’s shared on her N$FW accounts. She’s unapologetically sharing tastes that she originally told me she was repulsed. Granted, I cannot control how she acts after we’re no longer dating, but I find the hypocrisy rich and the timing convenient. It seems A wanted to get rid of me for whatever reason before she could go back on her words without being criticized as a hypocrite or liar. This probably makes me look obsessed, and I apologize for that. It’s just that the way she mistreated me has been eating at me for a while now. If most of the stuff she shares on her N$FW accounts aren’t her being serious about what she likes, then it just means she doesn’t take my sexuality seriously.

I’ve discussed my relationship troubles with asexual friends and they agreed that I wasn’t really at fault, and that if being sexually desired is something I want in a relationship, I had every right to break up with her. I guess I’m just too trusting for my own good. I wish I had never met my ex-girlfriends. I wish I never wasted over $100 on Japanese trinkets with expensive shipping to her home, which she didn’t seem apologetic at all for. I wish I was more assertive in calling out her behavior rather than being afraid to.

Since I never bothered to unfollow A, I’ve still seen some of the lewd stuff she’s shared on her N$FW accounts. She’s unapologetically sharing tastes that she originally told me she was repulsed. Granted, I cannot control how she acts after we’re no longer dating, but I find the hypocrisy rich and the timing convenient. It seems A wanted to get rid of me for whatever reason before she could go back on her words without being criticized as a hypocrite or liar. This probably makes me look obsessed, and I apologize for that. It’s just that the way she mistreated me has been eating at me for a while now. If most of the stuff she shares on her N$FW accounts aren’t her being serious about what she likes, then it just means she doesn’t take my sexuality seriously.

#empoletrons shit #i wish i never met you cathy

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lebenspurpur · 3 years

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hi! i’m not sure if you’ve already done this or if it’d make you uncomfortable, but could i please possibly request the slashers with their s/o on their period? like how they’d act about it or what they’d do for their s/o? annnnnd maybe some nsfw if you’re okay with it? thank you so much, make sure you’re not overworking yourself and you’re taking care! ❤️

Thank you! You take care as well, get some water, a snack, grab a blanket and enjoy :)

Slashers with their s/o on their period:

Warnings: undetailed NSFW, blood duh, not proofread oof (my god I never do, do I?)

Michael Myers

SFW

Michael doesn't give a shit. This is your problem, not his.

If you're really in pain during that time of the month, he'll get more aware.

He surprisingly doesn't want you to feel pain, doesn't matter because of what.

Now he wants to stop the pain but he doesn't know how. You have to initiate any kind of physical contact.

After you show him how he might heat up a hot water bottle every now and then and worldlessly place it on your stomach.

If he's feeling soft, he'll place his big, warm hands on your belly when he hugs from behind.

He really tries to make you feel better though if you don't feel any pain, he doesn't see any reason to.

NSFW

Michael adores period sex. It adds to his natural desire for blood. In a way, it gets him hornier than normal sex.

He's probably the most unafraid slasher too. Michael loves your blood, no matter where it comes from.

Michael's pretty dangerous when it comes to sex though, so if you're in pain tell him, because he won't stop while you're at it.

He loves to go down on you. That might be disgusting to some, but to him, the taste of your blood mixed with your juices is the best thing on earth. And imagine him glancing up to you, eyes heavily lidded and chin covered in the red substance.

Vincent Sinclair

SFW

Vincent is the absolute sweetest when it comes to your special time of the month.

He knows exactly when it is since he wrote it in his calendar and on the day you start, he'll have pads or tampons ready for you.

Vincent gets Lester to go buy you snacks and he forces Bo to stop being annoying. At the end that's useless anyway, because the second Bo hears the words period, he's gone.

Vince knows how much your hormones can fuck up your emotions so he's always there to provide comfort. If you snap at him, he might feel a bit thrown off but he'll forgive you.

Need a hug? Just tell him. Vincent will be even more tender than he usually is, so careful as not to hurt you.

NSFW

Vincent isn't disgusted by period blood but he's concerned.

That being said he's skeptical about period sex because he doesn't want to cause even more pain than you're already in.

However, he doesn't say no to fingering or going down on you.

He's fine with only giving and not receiving pleasure for the time of your period. Though he'll be relieved when you offer to repay him.

If you insist on real sex, he'll do it for you but he's so much more tender and sweet and careful. Your pleasure is the only thing important to him, especially on your period.

Bo Sinclair

SFW

I am sorry but Bo flees the second he hears period.

When he thinks about it, the only things he remembers are mood swings, no sex, and blood.

Yeah, he's not the most considerate.

It takes a while to make him stay and help you through this time. Maybe after a few years of an ongoing relationship, he'll be willing to try.

The only thing he will do if you ask him to is a message.

NSFW

Bo is absolutely against sex during your period. He finds it absolutely disgusting.

However, Bo is horny and he has a high sex drive.

At the end of it, he might fuck you. After all, the blood usually eases up during the end and the other symptoms do so as well.

Sex while you're actively bleeding though? Never.

Lester Sinclair

SFW

Lester doesn't know a whole lot about periods. His mom died before she could teach him and, unlike his brother Vincent, he doesn't know anything about the human anatomy.

However, that doesn't mean he won't try to help you.

He gets advice from Bo, which he proceeds to ignore because Bo just tells him to leave. Vincent however gives him a clear explanation of how your body works and so he figures out how to help you.

Lester will make sure you're warm, with wrapped blankets around you and hot water bottles on your tummy.

Snacks will always be available and Lester will even feed you if you ask him.

Cuddles are a must. He'll gladly wrap his arms around you, Jonesy lying next to you, cuddled up next to your bodies.

NSFW

At first, he doesn't even understand that things could be different during your period.

Then it hits him that the pain might make it uncomfortable for you.

Lester is totally down to have sex as long as you're fine with it.

If not, he'll be happy to pleasure himself for the time of your period.

Baby Firefly

SFW

Baby knows how shit periods can be. She'll be so understanding and considerate, trying to be the best girlfriend she can be.

Whatever it is you wish, Baby will get it for you.

As a reward, she demands the same though.

If she's on her period, she wants you to show the same consideration she showed you.

If Otis is annoying you, she'll also gladly get him to shut up.

NSFW

Baby doesn't have a problem with period sex, after all, she has quite the experience with blood.

However, she knows how difficult it can be to be horny and in pain during your period.

She'll gladly not receive any pleasure and only go down on you if it makes you feel good.

Otis Driftwood

SFW

He doesn't know shit about periods.

Whenever Baby had her time of the month, he kind of just.. didn't care.

I can see him get high and then have a breakdown because he doesn't know why you're bleeding or how to stop it.

Even if you explain it to him, he won't get it.

He'll give you gifts because he's unsure of what else to do.

NSFW

He... has way too much experience with kinky things to be disgusted by period sex.

As I said, if he's high, the blood could trigger a panic attack.

He won't do oral though, that's not his thing.

Otis doesn't care if you feel pain, he's a sadist. Unless it's really bad, he doesn't even acknowledge it.

Billy Loomis

SFW

He doesn't know a lot about it, but he tries his best.

If you need help in any way, he'll be there for you.

Billy will whine if you make him buy pads. He'll do so anyway because he's a simp.

His advice comes from his male friends, so he'll do the classics, buy chocolates and flowers, and provide many cuddles.

If you snap at him, he'll sulk for a bit.

NSFW

He immediately thought period meant no sex. You'll have to initiate it if you're interested.

He'll push you away at first, confusedly asking about your period.

Billy isn't the biggest fan of period sex. He just doesn't quite like the idea.

His sex drive is too high to say no, so he'll fuck you anyway but he prefers it when you're not bleeding.

Stu Macher

SFW

He will be pretty clingy, trying to be the sweet boyfriend™.

He might forget about your pain over how much of a great boyfriend he is.

Stu will come back to reality when you snap at him and then he suddenly understands that periods aren't cute and wholesome at all.

He learns from that experience.

He's kind of scared now, you just don't know if it's because you're in pain or because you could snap at him again.

Stu is still supportive, he's just way more distant during that time than he used to.

NSFW

Stu also didn't even think about sex during your period.

The first time he gets horny during your period it suddenly hits him. He can't just go and ask you, can he?

It'll take him a while to openly talk about the subject.

He isn't really disgusted by your blood, he just never considered it?!

Stu prefers normal sex over period sex, that way he has less to think about.

Brahms Heelshire

SFW

His mom never told him anything about periods.

He didn't even know they exist.

The first time he sees you bleed he nearly faints from worry.

Brahms needs a lot of explaining to fully understand why your body acts the way it does.

After that, he'll be very timid but supportive with his help.

Cuddles are a daily activity anyway but now he'll be more careful, tenderly caressing your tummy as he snuggles against your skin.

He might even do a few of the chores.

Pro tip: If you act like you're actually dying from how painful it is, he'll be way more compliant.

NSFW

Sex is one of the first things he worries about, how could it not be.

He's kind of shy about the whole topic so the subject will only come up when he's super horny.

Brahms won't fuck you during this time, he'd probably forget about the blood and then panic when he spots it on his dick.

Oral is a must since Brahms' sex drive is extremely high.

In the beginning, he's against giving oral, but he's too aroused to care anymore after a while.

Thomas Hewitt

SFW

Being the queen she is, Luda already taught him a whole lot about female anatomy and periods.

The second he notices your bleeding, he's fully committed to showing all his support.

Thomas is there for you, doesn't matter what you need.

He's tough Y/N, neither your high emotionality nor blood can hurt him.

Tommy is so tender and caring, even more than he usually is.

He is the best slasher out there to care for you during your period.

NSFW

It takes him a lot of convincing to get him to have sex with you during your period.

He's not disgusted, after all, he's been through worse. He just doesn't want you to be in pain.

You need to get him really, really riled up to get him to give in to his urges instead of ignoring them.

His sexual urges feel like a burden to him, especially during your period.

He needs a lot of time and love to understand that it's just natural and nothing to be ashamed of.

Josef

SFW

Uh oh.

Feminist Josef™ shows up.

All women are queens and for the time being, he's going to treat you like one.

Home-cooked meals, warm hugs and he'll even wash your hair!

Josef is also really interested in the anatomy of your body and why and how this whole process happens.

I can see him staring at a tampon with a child-like curiosity in his eyes.

"It just... gets bigger when it's inside?! Wow..."

NSFW

He isn't concerned about sex, his sex drive is pretty low.

If you really want it, he's going to give in but he'll be extra careful.

Josef isn't disgusted by blood, he's mature enough to see it as a normal fluid your body produces.

It kind of boosts his ego, that you want him even during this time of the month.

Amanda Young

SFW

Naw, Y/N, she understands immediately.

She's a pretty busy woman but whenever she has time, her support and help are yours.

Sometimes she'll drop little gifts at your door while you're sleeping, having just come home from work.

If she has time, she'll be unnaturally clingy, cuddling up to you way more than usual.

Her temper does clash with your emotionality sometimes but she'll calm down quickly and apologize.

NSFW

She's fine with no sexual contact for the time of your period.

Amanda is not disgusted by period blood, she just knows how uncomfortable your period can get.

Some soft sex is always in if you want it as well.

She won't do very rough or kinky stuff during this time, you deserve to feel loved, supported, and comfortable.

#vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #baby firefly x reader #otis driftwood x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #josef x reader #amanda young x reader #slashers x reader #slasher headcannons

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slytherinsnekxvii · 3 years

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let's talk about lily evans and the marauders, aka moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs. given that i didn't use their actual names, i think you can figure out where this is going. it's also long as hell, so. canon vs fanon, marauder edition, except snek is sleep deprived.

now, before we begin, i don't dislike the marauders. or lily, tbh. if I'm being perfectly, genuinely honest, i still go back and forth sometimes but they've been growing on me for a while now. the canon versions, at least. fanon does them real dirty, and that's part of why i'm writing this, because i'm genuinely tired of it. it's an injustice.

you can at least make excuses for james and lily, who were so undeveloped that jkr practically dropped a fill-in-the-blank sheet of character information in our laps, but sirius, remus and peter were around long enough for y'all to get real acquainted with them.

in canon, sirius black is an unhinged mf. genuinely. this isn't to say he's a bad guy, in fact, we see that he's still capable of doing good things, still capable of love, still capable of all the things that prove he's actually not bad at heart, just,,, severely traumatised and very steeped in negativity from his time with the dementors. what i'm saying is that this man is absolutely, no questions asked, no holds barred demented, and how could he not be? the guy sat wrongfully imprisoned in azkaban for twelve years, a good portion of which he spent as a dog in order to protect himself from the dementors. he certainly wasn't completely insane, but you cannot tell me that he was all there. he got out of azkaban fuelled almost solely by the intent to get revenge on pettigrew, tried to commit murder in front of three witnesses who were also children—one of whom was his godson—ate rats and was also malnourished, which i'm certain did not help the situation any. this man is off his goddamn rocker, and you know what? you love to see it. good for him.

oh, but, snek, that's what he's like as an adult. what about when they were at school? before azkaban? my guy, the reaction he has to grimmauld place is not the reaction of someone without trauma. i don't believe that walburga and orion were the type to physically abuse their children, but whatever happened in that house helped to fuck him up enough that he skipped the joke of part of practical joke, and pranked snape by telling him how to meet a werewolf that he knew would be fully transformed and dangerous to humans. more than that, the werewolf was remus, whom he's friends with, and who—best case scenario—would be facing a trial if james hadn't stepped in. you can say that maybe he didn't think about or understand the gravitas of his actions, but at the end of it, that's not how properly sane people react to people they dislike, and that's not how they treat their friends. if anything, it reads like he was in the middle of a breakdown and absolutely losing his shit and he wasn't thinking at all.

my guy went through some serious shit, and was in no way completely mentally stable. we can see pretty clearly that he's got a serious dark side to him that probably would have gone unbridled had he not disagreed with his family, and yet, fanon took one look at him and went, "teehee, uwu bad boi go vroom."

fanon said padfoot is a pretty boy with nice hair who is tastefully traumatised from his horribly abusive household. sirius rides his motorcycle and plays jokes and flirts with anything that moves, but he can do no real wrong and always comes back to his soft, bookish, chocolate-loving boyfriend remus, who will laugh about his lycanthropy and quietly disapprove but secretly laugh at his friends' antics while hiding his smile in his cardigan.

respectfully, what in the absolute fuck.

i'd put that meme in here if i could, the one that's like, "well done, you've broken _______ down to its bare essentials," but no. i can't bc it doesn't even apply. this isn't a meme, it's theseus' fucking ship.

fanon broke it down, and replaced the pieces one by one until we got to this point, where we need to sit down and ask ourselves, "is this even the same character?"

the answer is no, by the way. it isn't. when people talk about woobifying characters—you know, taking away every flaw they have, romanticising everything they do and making them only capable of doing good, wonderful, lovely things?—this is what we mean.

and it'd be one thing if it was just the one character, but, no. fanon went all in and made them all squeaky clean and boring, especially peter, who draws the shortest of the straws.

remus got fucked, too. not just because fanon insists on sticking him into a relationship with sirius. which, we'll tackle wolfstar in a bit, but that's not even the worst of it. here, we have yet another example of blatant, rampant woobifying. again, is he a bad person? no. we know he's a good guy, we know he's generally kind and well-mannered, we know that he wants to fo the right thing but hey, fun fact. did you know that you can be nice and a coward? did you know that you can be benevolent and good and kindly and have the greatest of intentions and still be shady as fuck? no? ask dumbledore. the man played people like chess pieces when he needed to, and he was a twinkly grandpa. these are things that can coexist.

teenage remus is a coward who, understandably, does not stand up to his friends, likely for fear of being ostracised, and doesn't uphold his prefect duties as he should and takes part in their bullying of snape as a result. he lets them romp with him in werewolf form while they are in their animagus forms and then, he lets them continue to do so even after they have multiple close calls, which, again, had anything happened, would have resulted in a trial in the best case scenario.

grownup remus is still a coward, he tells no one that sirius can move about the school in his animagus form despite wholeheartedly believing that he's a mass murderer, he tries to run out on his wife and unborn kid. he isn't deliberately making attempts to harm anyone, but he's content to sit back and let things happen to him and around him so he doesn't rock the boat, although he is capable of action, which we see when he is more than willing to help sirius merk pettigrew in the shack. he can be careless, he runs out to the shack knowing he hasn't taken his wolfsbane and ends up transforming in front of the students he, as a teacher, is meant to be protecting. of course, this doesn't negate his good qualities, it just bears repeating that his flaws do exist, and they're pretty serious.

fanon moony is always pleasant and kind and soft-spoken and bookish, and he always has to have his chocolate. he knows when to tell off his friends, and he'll do it, even if he's secretly amused by everything they do and laughs about it with his best friend, lily evans, who coincidentally spends all her time with them so he and sirius can go on double dates with james and lily and no one has to remember peter exists.

why. theseus' ship 2.0. does the actual character still exist or is this something entirely different thing bearing the same name?

as for peter, who needs peter pettigrew, the actual, legitimate, fourth marauder when you have lily evans? canon pettigrew is opportunistic as fuck. he's latching himself to the biggest bad on the block and he's going all in. for teenage peter, that was james and sirius, and for adult peter, that's voldemort. canon peter is good enough at transfiguration to master the animagus transformation, just like his friends, and he's good enough at potions to brew the potion that gives voldemort a body. and honestly, you can't say he wasn't brave. he could've run off somewhere and died, or changed his identity or something after he faked his death and framed sirius, but, no. he goes and resurrects voldemort. that's fucked up, yeah, but it happened and honestly, i respect that it. he stuck to his guns.

fanon wormtail is lucky if he exists beyond being a spineless sycophant for james and sirius, or an evil conniving little rat who's looking to toss his entire friend group to the wolves at eleven.

of course, this isn't meant to negate his bad qualities, he still murdered people and framed sirius and sold out the potters to die, but his good characteristics do exist, and james, sirius and remus genuinely were his friends.

and now, we get to lily and james.

we have hardly any information on either of them. they're a pair of cardboard cutouts that we can paint and stick flyers to and colour outside the lines however we want. we can do whatever the fuck, as long lily is brave and smart and somewhat kind and james is brave and willing to die for his family. we were essentially handed a pair of ocs.

and yet.

what little bits of canon we have are thrown out of the window regardless.

james is privileged and rich, and he throws hexes for fun. he's willing to hex lily when she disagrees with him, and then, he goes behind her back to continue hexing snape after she believes that he's stopped doing so. and that's all we know about him until he dies for his family at twenty-one years old. once again, say it with me: this does not negate his good qualities. he definitely had them, he took sirius in when sirius ran away from home, he became an animagus to keep remus company as a wolf, and he saved snape in the shack, thereby saving remus and sirius by extension. him having flaws does not make him a bad person.

fanon prongs is a feminist. he fights for equal rights for women everywhere, and he constantly treats his girlfriend, lily, like an absolute queen. he's the hottest boy in school and everyone claps when he walks through the halls. mcgonagall and dumbledore are always patting him on the back and making jokes with him. he has a built-in dark detector that helps him sense when someone is a evil and needs to he punished.

give me a break. the dude's cool and all, but was the gary stu treatment necessary?

...oh, he needed to match fanon lily? right, right.

canon lily is a contradiction unto herself. she's supposedly a great friend, but since we see her at a point where they were already drifting apart, we see her putting little effort into keeping their friendship afloat. she victim blames based on rumours, she doesn't seem to care over much about what snape has to say about the people who have been tormenting him since day one. and she's justified, of course, she doesn't have to stick around. canon lily is a bit of hypocrite, she says that snape calls everyone of her birth mudblood, but then that begs the question why she still hangs around with him if that's the case. he calls her mudblood, she retaliates by calling him snivellus, and finishes up with a dig about his underwear, which, sure, it's kicking a man with a rusty spoon and pouring salt in the wound, but she's, again, justified. i get where she was coming from. and then, of course, she dies for her kid after marrying the guy who relentlessly bullied her quote-unquote best friend for their entire school careers. but, like i said, canon lily is, in many ways, a contradiction.

lily is basically a plot device. she pushes everyone's narrative but her own, and does little else.

of course, this trend would continue in fanon. fanon lily exists to be the perfect girl who gets really angry over the slightest injustice, and of course, she gets to be one half of one of the oldest enemies-to-lovers "it was just sexual tension" cliche pairings in the book. she's just,,, a mary sue. in so many fics, so many headcanons, she's just pettigrew's stand-in, a girl to form a gang with marlene, mary and dorcas—who happen to be more undeveloped ocs who also get the woobify mary sue treatment—to parallel the marauders. there is nothing compelling about her character when she's presented as a saint, and even less when she's supposedly the other moral compass for the marauders that doesn't actually work because she thinks that james is cute.

and this brings me to the next topic. jily. what, why, how. this was supposed to be a healthy, happy relationship that would have lasted in the long run? absolutely not. even for its time, i can't say that i see it lasting.

first of all, jkr presents james' crush on lily as just that: a crush. a mildly obsessive one, but a crush nonetheless, which she tries to liken to the pulling of pigtails. and then, we see that james' way of getting her to go out with him consists of blackmail, and when that doesn't work, he resorts to threatening her. this could have been set aside if he had actually, genuinely changed when they started spending more time together, but as we're told by sirius and remus, he didn't. he just got better at hiding what he was up to. and it has to be that he hid it, because if she knew, this further damages the character that she's set up to have and paints her out to be either unable to stand up to him or an enabler.

regardless, they get married. and while i have trouble believing that it was out of genuine love, there are scenarios that could make some semblance of sense. it's wartime, after all, and maybe lily is worried about her stability in the wizarding world, so why not marry into an established family whose son is already showing interest? or perhaps, she falls into the trap of every bad boy cliche ever, and she thinks to herself, well, i got him to be better then, maybe i can get him to do even better in the future. or maybe, she doesn't get into a relationship with him immediately and sees him on and off, until eventually, she accidentally gets pregnant and they scramble to have a shotgun wedding so as not to leave lily alone at nineteen with a baby. or maybe they marry each other because they're there and sure, neither of then is ready and they don't know what love even is but what else is there to do when there's a dark lord about? anyways, the point is, they get married.

and then what? if we count pottermore into canon, he goes on to further damage her relationship with petunia and vernon, to the point where she ends up crying. if we don't, she fades into the background enough that nobody has anything to say about her. she's harry's mum, she's james' wife, lily potter, she was kind and smart and brave and that's it. her agency is gone, anything else we have of her personality is gone.

jily just,,, wasn't built to last. and, yeah, this,,, this is a hill i'll die on.

same with wolfstar, honestly. there are so many reasons why it wouldn't work, but fanon has made it so fucking prevalent that it's literally everywhere no matter where you look.

first of all, i've said it before and i'll say it again. sirius is more likely to get with james that he is to ever end up in a relationship with remus. their chemistry is just,,, underdeveloped. net zero for a relationship.

secondly, sirius instigated the werewolf prank, and lupin would have paid the price for it. this could have been overlooked, but he doesn't seem the slightest bit guilty about any of it when it's brought up in poa. he could have been responsible for lupin losing the security of his place at hogwarts in the best case scenario, and in the worst case, his life. and he seems to look forward to full moons, even though they clearly aren't pleasant for remus, which,,, yeah, you're going to have fun, but like, maybe be concerned about the fact that your friend undergoes excruciating pain and it isn't a pleasant time for him? read the room, my g.

thirdly, they don't trust each other as much as fanon seems to think they do. they were both willing to believe each other the traitor before ever suspecting pettigrew. sirius thought remus gave away the potters, hell, he thought remus was a spy for voldemort, and remus was convinced that sirius was a mass murderer. neither of them needed to be convinced.

fourthly, maybe i'm reading too much into it, but like. sirius had money. remus had no money, since, yk, he was a werewolf and struggling for cash and still, sirius,,, did not leave him any money. i feel like if you had money to spare, you would give to your friend who is literally poor. but, again, maybe i'm reading too much into it and this isn't as valid a point as i think it is.

and ehh, the fifth reason is that it's,,, actually very much not the representation for the ltgbt community that fanon says it is but y'all aren't ready for that conversation.

anyways, just,,, even when you set the couple shit aside, the power dynamics between everyone here is fucked. like, james and sirius are clearly at the top of food chain calling the shots and egging each other on. then there's lily, who isn't even a marauder, but is always ever-so-slightly above remus but still not on their level, because, well. neither of them actually listen to her. remus is the novelty friend, the friend who's,,, alright, i guess, but you keep them around specifically because they're funny or they can dance or they have something that you can either show off to other people or keep as your little inside joke, your little secret, yk? and peter is just sort of there. like, yeah, he can do what we can but does that make him as good as we are? no. does he have a funny little something about him that we can exploit? nah. therefore he sits at the bottom. and like, yeah, james and sirius are on the same level, but james is yanking sirius' chain, not the other way around. anyways, like i said. power dynamic's fucked and it bothers me that we were given all of this, and fanon decided to take it all and throw it away so they could give us flamboyant!badboi!sirius black x softboi!motherhen!remus lupin going on double dates with feminist!trustfundbaby!james potter and saint!lily evans while ignoring peter pettiwho?

theseus' fucking ship, indeed.

anyways, this needed to be said. it might not make as much sense as i want it to, considering it's 4:12 in the morning as i'm posting this, after taking a break from writing to do some research and coming across way too much content about fanon marauders, but it's here and it still makes enough sense that you can read it and understand what i mean. and like, at the end of the day, you can go ahead and headcanon whatever you please, you can write fic and make art and do whatever you like, just,,, remember that they're exactly that. headcanons. stop presenting fanon as canon. please. i'm literally begging. we actually have evidence against it. just,,, acknowledge that they're headcanons and stop putting them forward as though they're able to fit into canon. please.

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Phic Phight - Dyin’ And Dash

For: @roundaboutnow @phan-pheeking-tastic @lunastarthecat @echoghost1 @fruity-hub-blog @frootysparkycakes @cleanlenins

Sometimes Jazz felt like she was the only real adult in the family, but she was for sure the only one that didn’t think ‘ignore it ‘till it goes away’ was some form of a good plan. And FrostBite just wants the Great One to be treated right.

Jazz was busy making food, bacon specifically, in the quiet kitchen. Normally she liked when the house was quiet, when things were calm and peaceful. But right now that wasn’t the case. The silence was awkward and outright unhealthy. Her parents both fiddling with inventions on the table half-heartedly, occasionally making faces or shaking their heads. Sometimes it seemed like one of them was actually going to speak up, her paying a little more attention every time, but then they never did. It was making her tense but she was also entirely done with it. Tired.

For the first week or two it was okay, understandable even. Her parents had had their world rocked, beliefs shattered, and years upon years of research invalidated. And Danny running off didn’t encourage them to speak up either. Danny doing that also made sense at least, being scared and probably needing to be somewhere he felt more safe. The fact that his home wasn’t the place he felt most safe was extremely unhealthy though. Even more so when the thing that made him feel unsafe was them knowing what he was; was the truth being out.

Maybe if she had been home things would have gone differently. But Danny just would not be open with her about when his change happens. She’s tried to tell him that knowing was important but, well, she guesses it’s just very personal to him. Almost like being at the very moment he died again and again. She didn’t think it was healthy for him to just, be alone, during the change; but he simply wasn’t ready, and she’s not going to break his trust by actually asking their parents what time it was. And maybe, her not knowing and thus not being around to distract their parents, was for the best. Because without seeing his change, she genuinely doubts they would have ever believed him about his halfa status. About what he is. But when you see something , you can’t deny it’s real unless you want to try and tell yourself it’s an hallucination. Which Jazz solidly would not stand for in this situation. And maybe his change working as it did was for the best to, him being unable to stop it, even if being stuck ghost for the next twelve hours likely only encouraged him to run off all the more.

But that very running away was making this situation worse. Originally he had returned home once he was human again, which she’d expected after getting a panicked call from Tucker saying that Danny had texted him that ‘they know’, that she of course rushed home immediately after getting. Making sure to let both of Danny’s friends know that he wasn’t there and that their parents were not trying to hunt him down. She hadn't expected both of them to clamp up, especially Jack, when she tried to talk to them about what happened. All she could get out of them then was that ‘they saw him change’, and nothing more. And she was okay with that, at the time, needing to think about things and sort through your own head after a big discovery was acceptable and healthy. Doing that for a month, was not. And at this point, if this goes on any longer ‘not talking about it’ was going to settling in as the normal. Which she was absolutely not tolerating. Problem was, when Danny had come back, he had only stuck around tippy-toeing around, giving their parents weird awkward looks, and jumping at sudden sounds especially if they were metallic; before he ran off again.

At least she knows where his is this time. Her, Sam, and Tucker, were all well aware that Danny’s getaway of choice was, without fail, the FarFrozen. The ghost yetis. From what she’s heard, they’re really fun, tough warriors, and they all absolutely adored Danny; worshipped him some actually. They were good for him, but this avoidance absolutely wasn’t. Flipping the bacon and shaking her head, at this point she’s done staying silent. Nodding to herself before plating the bacon, both sides evenly heated after a few seconds, turning around and dropping her parents plates down on the table very loudly; making both of them jump and look at her confused.

Jazz grabs her own plate and sits down, folding her hands together and leaning forward, “this is enough. Tell me what happened, in detail, and try to leave emotions out of it till the end”.

They blink, confused, at her. Her dad frowning, “Jazzy-”.

“No none of that. We’re having a talk and then we are talking to Danny. But I have to have the details here, first. So, what happened. Talk anitalticly if you have to”.

The two parents share a look before her mom sighs, the pair looking back to her, “okay, alright…”. And the conversation, a real conversation, begins.

---

—One Month Prior—

Danny was trying to pound through the dumb little essay Lancer had given everyone as a surprise long weekend project. Saying they needed to keep busy and would have lots of time since they didn’t have classes. Not that that meant Danny would actually have any more free time! Sure schooling took up some time but not that much; plus there was no one to force him to work on schoolwork at home really. Except when his sister found out he was behind on something. But why would he want to spend the free time he did have doing schoolwork? He’d rather be relaxing or doing something that he actually enjoyed doing! Schoolwork just felt like a waste of time anyway.

But unfortunately, he got so focused in on things that when his folks had called that supper would be up soon and he had just yelled at them to bring it to him; completely unaware of the time. Big mistake. A big mistake that he had realised when his left fingers had jerked and had their spasms halfway through writing the little paragraph on the symbolism of lilies of different colours (Ancients, what a waste of time). Him pausing, lifting his hands off the keyboard and staring a little, well shit. Grabbing his upper arm and hissing a little before pulling the limb to his chest. He’d gotten used to it hurting a little, but that still didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

And then his bedroom door opened, his dad busting in, bellowing like he usually did, “food for working bellies!”. His mom sticking her head in as well, “Jack, you forgot the orange juice, the milks no… good”, her petering off when she finally saw him. Danny sitting pushed back from his desk some, clutching his left arm with a death grip while it spasmed, staring wide-eyed at them. Jack dropped the plate when Danny’s eyes started fizzing to a neon glowing green.

Danny snapping his eyes shut once he realised, trying to grit out, “oh. You can, take it back, back down. Decided, I, um, want to have, food down, with you, guys”, and trying to smile without it looking too much like a wince. But he already knows it’s too late, feeling his rings sparking to life even though he was futilely trying to force them to stay in his core.

“Danny? Danny!”.

He doesn’t need to guess to know that his mom just ran over to him, seeing as he collapsed out of his chair. Crouching on the ground, on his hands and knees, and panting through the rings and the way they felt like they were burning him but without the pain of burning as they past.

“Jack!”.

His dad trying to grab the rings, which always felt like someone was trying to shove their hand into his core. Danny pulling away and closer to the ground, “don’t!”, and glad when the rings finish their job and dissipate. Him spawning a little, popping his eyes open to white hair and panicking now that he wasn’t stuck in his change.

They saw that!

He didn’t want anyone to see that!

But more than anything. They knew what and who he was now. This was BAD. Him using a hand to push himself off the floor and towards a wall. His energy not quite settled enough to be phasing through anything; but his hand is to the wall repeatedly trying desperately, and he’s gonna keep trying ‘till it works goddamnit.

They stare at the ground where he just was for a beat before moving their eyes then heads to look at him slowly.

“D-Danny?”.

His dad just stares.

Danny swallowing, “ah?”, and then phases through the wall with a startled look. They had run at the wall almost immediately, Maddie moving to look out his window, barely spotting him having landed in some trash below before he turned invisible.

And while the two parents stared down before Jack slumped down onto the floor and Maddie sat on the edge of Danny’s bed just staring at the floor. While they were doing that, Danny had panicked and ripped open a portal to the first place he could think of where he would get left alone. Riverlitheof all places, Nocturne’s domain. His body felt so taught with nerves and panic that passing out felt like an ideal situation and he knows Nocturne won’t harm him? Won’t harm him so long as he does actually sleep anyways. And unsurprisingly the ghost had scooped him up immediately, scowling over their land being intruded upon. But Danny’s too busy thinking up horrible nightmare scenario's to care. And Nocturne, like always with a dream ghost, the ghost god of sleep and dreams and nightmares, they could see his slight waking visions of horror; and Danny knew that.

They shake their head at him, “you never sleep well enough, little one”, using their night sky blanket-like cloak body to lay him down on one of the cushion clouds, “no more nightmares for now”.

Danny just whimpers and curls in on himself some, what was he even supposed to do now? with everything? He didn’t want to be taken apart piece by piece so they could see how he worked. He didn’t want them to hate him or think he was a freak. And he very well couldn’t go back as he was now. Muttering, “I didn’t know where else to go”. He didn’t want anyone to baby him or what to ‘have a talk’ or try to play with him like everything was normal and fine. He wanted to not be anywhere and just turn off. Nocturne… Nocturne could do that.

And the ghost nods, sending the stressed out halfa on a peaceful ride through the dreamscape for a while.

---

Jazz nods, for her the story stopped with Jack and Maddie going down to the lab and staring at all the samples and readings they’d taken over the past three years of Danny’s supposed ecto-contamination and of Phantom’s being; eventually passing out down there with everything they thought they knew collapsing in around them and evidence of something that they should have seen and realised long ago. Jazz nodding, after all, passed out in the lab is how she came home to find them before waking them up and trying to question them. Trying and failing of course. That’s part of why they’re here now. And why Danny’s not.

Jazz nodding at them, “alright”. They both nod back slowly.

Her dad looking at his hands, fiddling with them, “so… that was, uh, real?”. Jazz nods slowly, “yeah. Though I’m not the one you should be asking that to”. Her mom glancing up towards where Danny’s room was, “when will he be coming back”, frowning and clutching the rim of her empty plate, “where'd my baby go”.

“Somewhere else he feels safe”.

Jack frowning, “and that’s not here?”.

“Why would it be, dad. You guys walked in on something he was hiding and you’ve hurt him many times. But Amity in general honestly isn’t really a safe place for him either; I don’t think I need to point out why”.

The two parents share a look, both looking back to Jazz. Maddie speaking up, “because he’s fighting all the time”. Jazz nods softly. Her pushing herself to stand up, “now, like I said, this has gone in long enough. I’m going to bring him back here and we’re going to have a conversation”. They both look nervous and unsure, a little upset even. So she gives them a hard look, “I know what I need to and this radio silence isn’t doing anyone any good. Go sit on the couch and don’t run up and hug him or anything when I get him”, and heads upstairs so she can grab one of her little summoning papers, she had to make a point to memorise Danny’s sigil so she could assure herself of her ability to summon him if she had to get him out of somewhere or to somewhere. The two parents do as they're told, having some faith in their daughter that she knew best right now.

---

Danny, meanwhile, was playing a game of snowdew fox throwing with ShardHeart, technically his dodging was better than hers but well, he wasn’t really trying to avoid getting hit by the cuddly fox-like creatures that adored being roughed up and thrown about. Besides, getting pelted by stuff felt good, felt normal. Especially when it wasn’t accompanied by pain. Both turning their heads at the beautiful crystals bell of the banquet hall chiming out. Heh, nice, food time. Danny throwing a smirk at ShardHeart before bolting off, the older ghost giving chase right after; not that she expected to win though.

Danny landing inside and sending a smile ColdStep’s way, “so what’s on the menu this morning?”. The guard chuckles, “bellan brisket and shavinary, I believe Great One”. And then ColdStep absolutely beams when Danny proclaims that: “oh! I love bellan brisket!”. A small voice carrying over from where the icebakes were, “oh I’m not surprised by that, you have some peculiar tastes”, and SunkenBlink steps out levitating the food behind her, “you know, bellan brisket is meant to be a punishment of sorts, my lord”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “tastes like it would make for a great smoothie to me”. And someone else can be heard gagging. And yeti gagging sounded pretty funny in Danny’s opinion, kinda like a cat about to have a hair ball but bass-boosted and with a ghostly echoing to it.

FrostBite walking in to bows from his people before smacking Danny one on the back, “you’d be the one to say that! But I’d say dig in then!”, laughing heartily, “I’m sure the little uns would be happy with you putting a dent in the portions. Though do keep in mind we’re supposed to be fasting right now”.

Danny chuckles very awkwardly, “yeah yeah, I know, Frostypa. I won’t stuff myself”, and he frankly wouldn’t want to when he was hours away from his change time. It was more difficult to handle ecto-food when he was human.

Danny getting halfway through the -larger than everyone else- portion of food he took for himself when FrostBite asks, like he did every day, “do you intend to stay with us this full turn of the cycle?”. Danny nodding, making the large yeti sigh, “we’re glad to have you as always, but even I must say that it’s been quiet some time. I’m sure you’re greatly missed, Great One”.

Danny rubs his neck awkwardly, blushing green a little, “oh I don’t know”, frowning, “I’m not sure I’m even wanted there at all”.

FrostBite shaking his head immediately, “makers and guardians alike love their young, always-”.

Danny butting in, “no. Not always. Well, guardians maybe, but markers? Not so much”.

“For a maker not to, that would be tantamount to treason against the whole”.

“Humans aren’t communal like that, Frosty. To mine being friendly like this with ghosts is the horrible thing”.

FrostBite sighs and shakes his head, munching a little, “well you certainly can’t avoid them forever, young hero”. In all honestly, FrostBite wasn’t sure how he felt about The Great Ones makers, he had seldom heard good things. And they were hurting him by their actions and intolerances. The Great One was stressed and overly burdened by much, he wished there was more he could do beyond the FarFrozens open doors; which were open to very very few. But… swallowing and stick up a single claw, “on better subjects, I have something for you”. watching the boy's eyebrows raise, “oh?”. FrostBite nods, “I think you’ll like it! And-”, giving him something of a judgmental look, “-it’ll encourage you to be a little closer to that ghostly heritage and maybe help with your nerves over future problems”. The Great One doesn’t look like he knows what to make of that, but once he finishes his own food and FrostBite gets up, he follows readily and curiously.

FrostBite popping open one of the farming doors, waving The Great One over to the blob fields. Moving them around with a hearty laugh, The Great One laughing himself some, until FrostBite finds the one he’s looking for. Picking up a truly exquisite specimen, crystal blue with a slightly transparent body, lighter blue icy ectoplasm swirling around inside and sparkling wonderfully. Turning to The Great One and holding out the blob, the little guy looked just big enough to be used as a pillow by the smaller ghost… half-ghost.

Danny blinking, going a little wide-eyed, “oh! Is… are they for me? Are you giving? me a blob ghost? Why?”; he’s legit confused, but he does like the distraction. Watching FrostBite nod eagerly, grinning, “yup!”, holding out the blob a little more, “they’re pretty common pets, you know. They’re great emotional and physical support pets too, they can be crutches or just cuddle buddies”, chuckling, “they won’t even complain if you sap some energy from them to replenish yourself”, plopping them down in his hands when he actually holds said hands out, “but mostly, for you really, they’re good for stress, fidgeting, they’re an ice type so they’re cooling to the touch if you need to calm down or bring down swelling on an injury”, shaking his head and putting his paws on his hips, “honestly you should have gotten one some time again. But it takes a while to specially breed one”.

Danny blinks, tearing up a little, genuinely touched, “you specially breed them for me”, looking up from the blob to FrostBite with a level of awe, “I- thank you, FrostBite. Really”. And the yeti was right, this would probably help him a ton, he had no idea blob ghosts were anything more than pests or general fauna that just kinda floated around. FrostBite pats him on the head and ruffles up his hair, “of course!”, smiling, “you are our saviour, though I care for you beyond that. And you need something like this, truly”, and hugs The Great One.

And it was at that very moment the glowing lights of a summoning circle swirled open directly underneath Danny. The two only having enough time to look down in surprise before being teleported away.

---

—Moments Ago—

Jazz walked into the living room, holding up a square of paper, “this is a summoning card. I know Danny’s sigil by heart in case of emergencies”. Walking over somewhat near the armchair and nicking herself with the corner of the paper so she can draw out the mark, “and yes you have to use your own blood for these, hence why they’re not used often”.

The two parents just nod while the paper glows faintly before lighting on white fire, Jazz letting go and the paper simply floating, flaming in the air. Jack can’t help but blurt out, “woah!”. Making Jazz roll her eyes with a smile. The flames swirling out, bigger than she was expecting and making Jazz step back some, before revealing TWO stunned figures inside.

Jazz blinks harshly.

Jack openly gapes.

Maddie squeezes her knees and resists drawing out some kind of weapon.

Danny squeaks of all things.

FrostBite tightens his grip on the Great One.

And then the blob starts making upset warbling sounds.

Danny and FrostBite snapping their heads down to the complaining blob, gliding apart some. Danny glancing back to his parents’ nervously and planting his feet slowly on the ground; FrostBite copying him probably to be polite or seem like less of a threat.

Jazz shakes herself off mentally, this was an unexpected surprise and a serious hiccup. Getting their parents to talk with Danny as Phantom still was one thing, but a full large ghost they’ve never seen before? It might very well be asking too much. But also, eyeing the… yeti’s solid gold finery and the ice arm, “are you FrostBite?”. The ghost looks surprised, eyebrows raising so much it practically changes his entire face, “oh! Well yes, yes I am”, stepping forward but only by one step when he spots the Great Ones makers, he assumes, tensing, “and you must be Jazz then, I take it?”. Jazz nodding and smiling readily, glad she was right on where Danny was and also having heard more than a little fond gushing from Danny about FrostBite particularly.

Maddie swallows, opening her mouth once, twice, then finally managing to actually speak up, “FrostBite?”, shaking her head and biting her lip, making a point to look at Danny, “Danny, sweetie.. are you, alright?”. Jack looking to his wife then back to Danny, “I think we’ll all need to talk”, forcing a bit of a smile, “it’s been a while”.

Jazz looks around at everyone, nodding curtly to herself before eyeing Danny, “you, sit. I’m tired of everyone avoiding each other and everything that came out. So we’re having an intervention”, and points to the armchair. Danny eyeing the chair before just kind of shuffling over to it and sitting down, blob ghost buddy settling down in his lap. Well, here’s hoping there really is something to be said for the emotional support of something round and squishy; him putting a hand on top of them to seem a little less stiff, “yeah”, clearing his throat and sounding a little stronger, “yeah we do”. FrostBite also nods to himself, taking a couple steps back as subtly as he can, and just kinda goes to stand awkwardly behind the Great One, near a corner. Perfectly content and willing to defend him if he must. Verbally or physically.

Jazz sits down herself, crossing her legs and folding her hands over one knee, “alright, so”, looking to Danny, “mom and dad explained matter of factly what happened. So what we’re going to do now, since the family’s all in the loop, is talk about it. Not everything, but enough”, and nods curtly to herself, looking to their parents, because really, they have to start. They were the parents and they had done wrong by Danny. The only thing Danny ever did wrong by them was hiding himself, which was their own fault to a degree.

Maddie nodding, shifting on the couch some, “well, ah, are you okay?”. Danny blinks a little, slightly startled, “um, yes?”. Jazz puts her head in her hands, gesturing at their dad to ask something instead. Their dad letting out a small breathless laugh before looking to Danny, “the episode thing”, shrugging helplessly, “I don’t know want it’s called or anything”, rubbing his neck, “ah, so that didn’t seem very fun. Did… that hurt? You’re okay from that?”. His wife giving him a thankful look.

Danny squirming, that was kind of the last thing he really wanted to talk to anyone about. But… shrugging, “it does but it doesn’t”, shrugging again, “it’s more like… a muscle memory of hurt than actually hurting. It’s just kinda normal though so…”, and shrugs for a third time, the blob making little squeaky noises, so Danny gives them a little pat; not noticing FrostBite’s small smile at that.

his mom frowns, “that’s… normal?”. Danny nods, Maddie gesturing at him, “and this, this looking like Phantom? Being Phantom? That’s normal too”. Jack butting in, “and how, if that’s cool to ask”.

Danny grimacing, “I’m Phantom yeah, always have been. The portal accident… kinda killed me”, quickly adding on, “but it didn’t stick”, shrugging, “or it only stuck half the time”.

“So sometimes your alive, sometimes you’re not?”.

“Pretty much. It’s a half and half thing”, pressing little patterns into the top of the blob and watching their ‘skin’ indent, “twelve hours human, twelve ghost. And my ghost time is marked by, well, by the time of my death I guess”. He’s not surprised he can see them cringe at that from the edge of his vision. his dad frowning, “so when we walked in on.. that, it was the time you died at”.

Danny nodding and looking to Jazz with a raised eyebrow. She shakes her head, “they didn’t tell me and I didn’t ask; and I don’t plan to”. Danny grins at that, meaning it when he says, “thanks”, looking back to his parents, “I don’t really like anyone knowing the when. I don’t really have a choice with the how, but the when is just personal I guess”, and tries playing it off a little with a shrug. The blob bumps his chin, which does genuinely make him feel a little better.

Jack laughs a little too loud, making Danny jerk a little while the man speaks, “well we don’t really remember the when! So you’re good!”, sighing and deflating a little, “we were focused on suddenly finding out about you and all that. All the research and everything else that has to be wrong and how we could have possibly missed this”, rubbing his neck, “us being kinda awful to you”.

Maddie smiles faintly at Jack, then pursing her lips at Danny, “but all the robberies, and threatening the old mayor. What was all that?”. Jack instantly butting in, “the ‘stealing’ our stuff is whatever, technically it was yours already anyways!”. Which does make Danny let out a single laugh.

Danny grimacing though, “the robbery thing, I wasn’t willing in that. Mind control sceptre situation. And the old mayor was framing me, he was possessed by a ghost that just really hates me”.

FrostBite scoffs in the background, “Walker isn’t worth half his ectoplasm”. Danny smiling a little at the ghost, following up with, “and none of his fearsomeness”, before looking back to his parents awkwardly, “so, uh, just misunderstandings?”.

Both of his parents exchange a look before sighing and sending him smiles. His dad speaking up first, “glad to hear that! Really!”. Maddie nodding, “so I guess we really had you wrong then”. Danny just shrugs. Her biting her lip, eyeing the massive ghost vaguely in the corner, “but what I don’t really get is how”.

“How what?”.

“How you’re, you know”, gesturing with both hands, “good”.

Danny’s slightly confused for a beat before realising she wasn’t exactly convinced that ghosts weren’t all evil dangerous beings, frowning. “Because that’s just who I am as a person? Ghost and bad isn’t any more synonymous than human and bad is”, at least the blob wiggling into his stomach kinda kills the slight anger though.

FrostBite actually stepping forward, talking with his hands slightly, “most of the ghosts that do pester him aren’t exactly well-liked or thought highly of actually”, huffing to himself, “I’d like to see most of them tossed in a proper jail, personally”. Which Danny rolls his eyes at, but the blob bumping his left arm kinda aggressively and inquisitively makes him look down, frowning a little and craning his head to look at the kitchen clock. Crap. He needs to change. Not quite yet but soon. Looking back to everyone, “um, can I go? I-”, rubbing his neck, “will, ah, need to change soon here”.

His parents actually jerk, noticeably surprised and caught off guard. Both nodding readily, Jazz shooing him off. So Danny gets up and shuffles upstairs extremely aware of all the eyes on him, slightly squishing the blob to his chest. It’s official, he likes the little guy.

Him slumping to the floor, back against his bed and setting the blob down on the floor next to him. Sighing and running a hand through his white hair before eyeing the blob and smiling, “you got stuck for one Hell of a ghost, little guy”, making a face, “gosh I should really name you shouldn’t I”.

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Jazz eyes the stairs a little longer, sighing to herself. This is an example of why she thinks it would be better if they all knew when his change time was. She would have done this sooner instead. But she’ll respect his wishes and won’t harp on him for this one. Looking back to her parents, “so how are you guys feeling?”.

They look at her a bit confused for a second. Before her mom looks up at the ceiling and back down, “alright, Jazz. Alright. But…”, looking to the ghost, who looks slightly unsure what to do, “what do you mean?”. Jack adding in, “do you ghosts actually like him???”. Jazz sending him a bit of a pained expression.

But FrostBite chuckles instead of being offended by the ‘you ghosts’ thing, “of course! He’s our saviour! And besides that the Great One has a truly remarkable character”, smirking, “and is quite an amusing little menace”.

Jazz quirks an eyebrow at that, “a menace?”, while her folks stare. FrostBite laughing heartily and grinning wide, “if you want to see a frostlings snow dive like never before, tell them the Great One’s practicing his ice”, and smirks, “he causes quite a bit of damage every time. Fleeing from ice lance misfires is a very interesting way to exercise your reaction time”.

Maddie holding up her hands, “wait wait, ‘Great One’? ‘Saviour’?”. FrostBite blinking disbelievingly at the woman, “well yes? He bested Pariah just as things were foretold. That makes him our saviour and the prophesied Great One”. Maddie just looks more confused.

Jack tilts his head, “it almost seems like you see him as a god?!?”. Which Jazz can’t help but giggle over a little, putting a hand in front of her mouth and nodding. Her dad looks like he’s impressed but also very confused; mostly impressed though. So that’s good.

Maddie forwning a little, “prophesied how? And how was beating Pariah ‘saving you’”. Jazz answers for the ghost, “there’s ice cave paintings of him”; they don’t look any less confused.

FrostBite nods, “indeed! And Pariah being free was a threat to the Infinite Realm at large. To all of our existences. Him being trapped again is nothing short of an act of salvation. The FarFrozen, my people, likely would have been wiped out by him. Since we’re a warrior clan and could have opposed him one day”.

Jack scratches his head, “still don’t get how he could be on cave paintings”, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow at the ghost, “but ghosts paint?”.

“Of course!”, shaking his head and eyeing them, “the Great One was not wrong when he said his makers didn’t understand ghosts or our culture very well”, frowning, “I would be more than willing to answer your questions, if that would help you accept him or treat him as well as he deserves to be”.

Maddie blinks, putting her chin on her fists, elbows on her knees. Eyeing the ghost, “you… care about him”. The giant yeti nodding readily.

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Danny flinches, feeling heat spreading in his left arm. Opening and closing it with a sigh. Like always it felt like all the warm blood in his body was rushing into the limb all at once. And his heart starting up again, feeling like it was fighting his core making him wheeze slightly and bend in on himself from lungs that weren’t there yet trying to force him to actually properly breath.

The blob warbling and bumping into his side, him sending them a smile; not really able to talk at the moment. Feeling the sensation of tears opening in his throat from screaming too damn much before his rings finally pop out. Passing over him in a way that made all his bones ache for a few seconds, and leaving him wheezing on the floor. Him swallowing and moving to pat the blob weakly, them vibrating and pulsing energy at him… It did actually kind of feel good. Soothing. Him sighing into the carpeting, which was a little gross from general floor yuck, medical stuff, and probably blood and ectoplasm. Sighing again before pushing himself up with a small stagger. Grinning down at the blob, gesturing with his hands for them to come to him, and heading downstairs with them in his arms.

Coming down to FrostBite basically floating that, “the Draconics and Mythos kingdoms are also quite fond of him!”. Danny blushing and trying to ignore his parents staring at him as he sits back down; blob ghostie settling happily in his lap. FrostBite looking to him with a grin, “how are they treating you?”. Which just makes him blush more, “good. Think they like me already. Might be a little confused though”. FrostBite laughing, “well they should! I lined their nest with a few of your more.. well worn, shirts”.

“Oh Ancients”. He almost feels bad for the blob ghost now. HE wouldn’t want to sleep snuggled up with his smelly crusty abused clothing. Eugh.

His mom quirks an eyebrow, shifting and occasionally eyeing FrostBite, clearly still not really comfortable with him while talking to Danny, “why do you have a blob ghost?”. FrostBite answers for him though, eyeing Danny, “I decided he could use an emotional and physical support pet. A blob was the ideal candidate”. Danny blushes and rolls his eyes but nods at his parents. Jazz beaming at him, “good. You definitely could use that”.

“Jazz”.

“It’s true”. Jazz looking back to their parents, “so. Anything else”.

The parents exchange a look before bowing their heads to Danny, “we’re really sorry for hunting you and everything”. Both sitting back up, Jack smiling a little, “think we could be a family again? A real one?”. Maddie, eyeing FrostBite, “clearly we were really in the wrong”; and she makes a weird face when FrostBite grins wolfishly at her. “We don’t want to lose you”. Jack butting in, “whether you’re a ghost half the time or not”, grinning sheepishly, “and then game night can come back?”; making Maddie roll her eyes at him fondly but also sag a bit in relief.

Danny looking at both of them individually then down at the blob, smiling at them when they chirp. Holding them up and out at his parents, “pat the blob and we’re good”.

His dad chuckling and doing it with very little hesitation. His mom eyeing the boinging sound they make and all the wiggling before giving in and patting them tentatively.

FrostBite chuckles, looking to the Great One, glad things turned out well, “I should probably get back to my people, not that this, you reconciling with your makers, wasn’t worth the trip”. Danny rolls his eyes a little but nods, “have SunkenBlink mail me the rest of my portion of bellan briskets that I know she made me”. FrostBite actually grimaces at him, “you are more than welcome to it, I’ll see to it”; and phases down through the floor, making Danny’s parents jerk a little.

His dad quirking an eyebrow, “something you like but others find gross?”. Danny nodding with a bit of a smirk. His mom tapping her chin, “so… ghosts make food?”.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah they do”, shrugging, “it’s kinda hard to digest when I’m… you know, uh, human and all”.

His dad tilting his head, “but you still can?”. So Danny shrugs a little looser, “yup. I’ve always got my core so I’ve got what I need to process it, just takes a bit and my stomach won’t be super happy with me”. His mom frowning, “well then you really shouldn’t, Danny”.

“Mom I’m fine”.

Jazz grins to herself as Danny and their mom start lightly bickering about his diet and taking care of himself. Including if he needed ecto-energy. Which yes, yes he did. Just like with human food he simply needed less. Walking in on him downing a vial of ectoplasm was an… interesting way to find that out since he had been really embarrassed. But regardless, the blob has themselves perched on Danny’s shoulder, seemingly fiddling with his hair, and their parents weren’t harassing him about it.

Good. She’s gonna call this intervention a resounding success. New blob pet or not.

Though she’s not surprised that it takes well over a week for the blob -now named Rotundas of all things- to not be effectively attached at the hip to him. We’re they being protective? Wanting as much of their master as possible? Sensing that he was still stressed out and adjusting to his parents actually knowing? Hard to say, but she supported it either way.

End.

Prompts: instead of being able to switch forms willingly, Danny spends 12 hours in human form and 12 hours in ghost form. The switch from human to ghost occurs at the time of his death. and It's been a month since Maddie and Jack saw Danny transform, but they haven't had the nerve to talk about it yet. Danny's avoiding them as much as possible. Jazz is not having it and stages an intervention. and There's a reason why Danny's first choice is Far Frozen whenever he needs help or advice with something. He trusts them. Though sometimes, whenever he's stressed or just wants a break from Amity, hanging with the Yeti's is just the stressbreaker he needs. Besides, it's always fun to learn a little about their culture and a bit more about what it really means to be a ghost. (Basically a social visit to the Far Frozen) and Jazz meets Frostbite for the first time. and Ghost blobs can be used as emotional support ghosts! Danny, Vlad, or Dani gets one! and "I didnt know where else to go" with your choice of villain. and Frostbite worries about the Great One, so far away with so much responsibility on his young shoulders. He should do something

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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"I don't wanna leave you, Daddy"

(A/N): This was requested by an Anon and it's based on this concept. I hope you are ready for the feels.

Summary: Hotch's daughter is an introvert. A quiet one. But why does she go even quieter after her mother's death?

Warnings: So much hurt. Angst. Fluff. It's bitter sweet.

Wordcount: 2.3k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________

(Y/N) never really was an outgoing person. Even since she was able to walk and talk, she still clung to her parents. She refused to play on the playground when other children were there. Socializing was just not her thing. Her parents were sure that she would never be the person to stand up and perform on stage spontaneously. And it is ok.

This doesn’t really change when Jack comes around. Sure, as he grows older and more capable of things (Y/N) plays with him. But it really seems like he is the only one around her age she is not afraid to befriend.

Aaron and Haley reassure themselves that their daughter will find friends in elementary school. After all this is an institution where many children go to and there also are adults trained for helping them coming along. She definitely will find at least one other kid to hang out with regularly and learn how to be a proper child. Because as of right now (Y/N) is more like a little adult, taking responsibilities, like watching over her little brother, she doesn’t need to do voluntarily. Maybe she will be more messy, rebellious, anything but a perfect child.

But this doesn’t exactly happen. (Y/N)’s teachers are really happy with her. Every parent-teacher conference is about how well and polite she is, always behaving good and following the rules. Sadly, they don’t have any good news regarding her social life. It’s not that she doesn’t get along with her classmates, it’s just that she isn’t able to strike up a conversation or is very good at keeping one long enough that a kid is interested in her.

Knowing that (Y/N) is mostly quiet in her school days, Aaron makes it a habit to bring her more often to the office. She surprisingly warms quickly up to his team and whenever she is around them the girl is an unstoppable tornado running loose around the bullpen.

This is kind of how she grows up until the age of middle school. (Y/N) learns some social skills and makes a few friends over the last few years. Unfortunately these friendships are not as deep as the parents wish, still it’s better than nothing.

Things get difficult when Aaron and Haley start to separate. It never is easy when parents fall out of love and it is not only difficult for Jack to see his father not as often as he used to, considering he still is a toddler needing both parents. Especially (Y/N), who is more of a daddy’s girl than a mommy’s girl, suffers from the situation at home.

Of course it’s hard on her to not see her father for a week or two at a time, but ever since her parents are going on parted ways she sees him at most one weekend every three weeks. This also changes her social life dramastically.

“(Y/N), don’t you wanna do something with your friends? You can invite them over for the weekend”, Haley suggests after watching her daughter not going out with somebody outside of school for several days. For the past two weeks the ten year old just comes home, does her homework and puts her nose in one of the books her Uncle Spencer recommended.

The girl only looks up at her mother to shake her head. “Why not, Sweetie? I haven’t seen William and John in so long. Are you still friends with them?” (Y/N) nods again. “So what is it? Are you guys fighting?” Haley sits down next to her on her bed.

“No, they just-just don’t know about this. I don’t want to tell them. And I want to stay home. It’s ok how it is right now”, she admits. Her mother’s heart breaks at that statement.

In this moment she realizes that anything a parent does has immediate consequences for the children. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. I didn’t know this is so hard for you. Maybe you can talk to them over the next few days about it, I think it’ll help you. Do you want to watch a film with me for now? Jack has a sleepover at a friend’s. We can do a girl’s night. We hadn’t had one in a long time.”

(Y/N)’s eyes light up at that. “With all the candy in the world?” Haley smiles at the newfound excitement. “Of course. Anything you want.”

From only seeing Aaron every now and then it suddenly turns to not knowing when she will see him next. After George Foyet ambushes him and makes his family into the next target, (Y/N), her brother and her mother have to go into witness protection.

The goodbye at the hospital is painful and filled with tears. “But Dad, I don’t want to leave you. I’ll miss you too much. I don’t like not seeing you. And what about you? You will be more lonely and-and I can’t leave you”, she confesses, sobbing into him.

Hotch has to hold his own tears back. He doesn’t want to come over as stoic, but as the strong father figure he always tries to be. “Honey, I know I’ll miss you so much. You have to be strong for your mother. This will not be easy and I know it. I promise to do my best to get all of you back as soon as possible, ok? Please be good for your mother and behave. We all need to work together for you to get back fast and safely.”

(Y/N) continues to cry into his hospital gown. Aaron can’t help it and dissolves in tears himself while trying to calm her down. “Shh, Honey. Everything will be fine. I’m so so sorry for all this. I never wanted something like this to happen. Shh, we will see each other real soon. The team and I will do our best. Just please, don’t cry. Please, it all will be better. I can’t let you go without seeing your beautiful laugh for one last time.”

“I don’t wanna leave you, Daddy. I-I wanna stay with you and Uncle Dave and Auntie JJ and Uncle Spencer and Uncle Der and Auntie Penny and Auntie Em. I’m scared you won’t be fine when we come back.”

It’s needless to say that nobody cracked even a smile that day.

Going into witness protection made Haley worry about Jack especially. He is just four years old and she isn’t sure how much he understands about what’s going on. Surprisingly the boy gets accustomed to the situation pretty fast. Of course he misses his father and his people from school, but he is also quick to meet new ones in the town they moved to.

(Y/N) has bigger problems. New school. New kids. New everything.

“Maybe you can see it as a fresh start. Here is nobody you know. You can be whoever you want to be. I can take you shopping and you can try out a new style”, her mother tries to make the situation sound advantageous to her. But the girl dryly answers: “When somebody doesn’t like me how I am now, how will they like an act?”

Sam Kassmeyer regularly reports back to Aaron about his family’s well being. “Jack is thriving. His teachers describe him as a bundle of joy. (Y/N) slowly gets acclimated to the change. Haley told me she started making friends with a girl in their neighborhood. I already ran a background check and the family is clean.”

Hotch lets out a sigh of relief. He turns towards the image on Penelope’s monitor. “Happy fifth birthday, Buddy.”

A few weeks after that it seems like the events overturn each other.

Foyet coming back. Kassmeyer getting tortured. Foyet finding Haley and the children. Them coming back to their house. The call. Working the case with Jack. The gunshot. The fighting noises. Hotch opening the box and hugging both of his children, relieved to see them alive.

The following weeks are difficult for the now smaller family. They mostly consist of watching videos of happy memories and talking about their feelings. Although it’s more like Jack talking about his feelings, (Y/N) went mostly silent ever since their mother’s death. This worries her father more than anything.

Two months have gone by. “Hey Honey, I’m going into the office today. Do you wanna come with me, stay at home or go to school? Anything is fine by me”, he asks her softly, kneeling beside her chair at the table. The girl is munching on her cereal halfheartedly.

“Can I come to the office?” (Y/N) asks in a hoarse voice. It’s actually the first time in four days that Aaron hears her voice. A small smile forms on his face. “Of course, that’s nice. Aunt Penny is asking me after her favorite Hotchner for days on end now. And Uncle Spencer got a stack of books he has for you to read.”

His daughter nods and quickly gets ready. They are soon on their way to Quantico after dropping Jack off at daycare. “How are your classmates? Do you like the new school?” They decided to send (Y/N) to a different school. She couldn’t bear the thought of only being the girl whose Mom died because of a serial killer.

“It’s fine. There are a few girls who are really nice. I think we can be friends. Mo-” She suddenly cuts herself off. Aaron glances over at her. “Continue, Sweetheart. Just tell me what’s on your mind”, he tries to encourage her.

The girl hesitates before following her father’s advice. “Mom would have liked them,” she mumbles. It’s quiet for a few seconds. Hotch is looking for a suitable answer. After all it’s the first time she talked about her mother since her death. “I’m sure of it, Honey. Maybe you can invite them over and I can get to know them. Think about it, no pressure of course.” (Y/N) nods to indicate that she heard him.

Not long later they enter the bullpen. “There she is! My little Hotchner! How you doing, Baby?” Derek asks her and envelopes her into a hug. But she only shrugs her shoulders. This goes on for the rest of the day. Whenever anyone talks to her, the only answer is given by her body language.

Hotch watches helplessly Spencer trying to engage in a conversation with her. His arms and hands are waving around. (Y/N) though just looks at him without being really there mentally. It seems like she is lost in her own thoughts, like it happened so often over the last few months.

“Have you tried talking to her about it?” Dave asks, sitting down on the chair opposite of him. Aaron looks at him funny. “Of course. But (Y/N) is just not ready to talk about Haley and everybody grieves differently. I can’t force her to speak, Dave.”

The older agent leans back in his seat. “I don’t think she needs to talk about her. This probably is too soon. She needs to talk about you. The changes.” After a short pause, in which the other one still doesn’t get the point, Rossi continues. “That little girl just lost her mother. She is scared to lose her father, the one with the high risk job. I think that is enough to talk about.”

This occupies the agent for the remainder of the day. Aaron was so invested in fulfilling both parent roles, that he forgot that he is just a father. The man his children go to when they have a nightmare. The one, who is more lenient than their mother. He can’t be both ones. He can’t be two people in one.

A kid trusts a mother and a father usually. And he can’t be mother and father at once. Hotch has to accept the fact. The fact that (Y/N) and Jack are going to grow up without a mother. But luckily not without mother figures.

Later that day, after tucking Jack in, Aaron knocks on his daughter’s door. A small “Come in!” echoes back to him. He enters her room and spots (Y/N) already in her bed reading a book Spencer gave her today.

“Hey, do you have time before it’s lights out?” He asks, still wanting to give her the upper hand on this. The girl nods and scoots over for her father to take a place. He lays next to her, pulling his daughter into a hug.

“I know I can’t promise it. Coming back to you every time. You know it as much as I do. But I promise you to try anything and everything in the books. You guys keep me going.” Tears roll over both of their faces.

“I-I just”, (Y/N) moves her head onto his chest to sob into it, “Just don’t wanna lose you, too. I-I don’t think I-I can’t be the girl, who doesn’t have a mother AND a father. C-can you stop that from happening?” Hotch has to wipe his eyes before answering.

“I-I try to keep that from happening, Honey. I promise.”

This is how they fall asleep, squished in a twin bed close to each other. In the morning they both are overheated and got a visitor during the night. Jack wakes them up, asking why they had a sleepover without him.

This morning is the first time Aaron sees (Y/N) smiles since day zero.

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the-cult-of-russo · 3 years

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The Other Woman

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Soooo. No one asked for this one and I have prompts in my inbox and a multi chapter Billy x OC story I'm working on. Yet… this happened. I was working on an assignment for uni and this popped into my head. Billy lives in my head rent free and I'm not even mad about it. Enjoy lmaooo

Warnings: cursing, slight angst but not really, lots of fluff (literally and figuratively). It's just a bunch of cute bullshit, don't mind me looool

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Your nails tapped the coffee cup as you sat outside the cafe deep in thought. There was only one thing on your mind. Billy was cheating on you. There was no other explanation for his behaviour the past week and the knowledge of what he'd done was eating away at you. It started a week ago. He'd slip out after work hours saying something came up. Sometimes he wouldn't even tell you where he was going and when you asked, he'd say 'work' as he avoided your gaze before slipping out. Billy couldn't lie to you, you knew him too well for that. You knew his tells and he didn't really lie to you. But you knew when he wouldn't look you in the eye that he wasn't being honest.

Then there was his phone. He'd be on it more than usual and it was distracting him. The night before, Frank had called him and you knew it was Frank because you'd seen the name popping up on his screen. You'd both been watching a movie on the sofa together as you tried to convince yourself that Billy wouldn't cheat on you. But when he excused himself to the bedroom, your curiosity burned. Why would he need to sneak off to speak to Frank?

So you'd crept over to where the door was open by a crack and held your breath as you listened.

"Yeah, I know…. I'll just tell her I need to work again… I don't think she knows… yeah, yeah, I know… I can't wait for you to meet her, man. She's perfect,"

Those words felt like a slap to the face and a punch to the gut all rolled into one. Billy was cheating on you. Billy was cheating on you and Frank knew about it. Frank who was one of your closest friends, the one who introduced you to Billy in the first place. You'd gone back to the sofa as you dwelled in your misery and betrayal and when Billy had come back out with a wide smile on his face you'd felt sick. But you couldn't bring yourself to ask him, to question him or tell him what you'd heard. You were scared of what he might say. Scared of what this all meant.

You and Billy had been together for almost two years now and you lived together. You knew of his past but never once had you felt insecure about being with him. He loved you, and you wholeheartedly believed he did. So this felt like it completely blindsided you and your head was all over the place.

That morning Billy was gone by the time you woke which was nothing new since he often let you sleep when he got up to work. But you'd come to the cafe by lunch because you were drowning in your thoughts back at home. The home you shared with him.

You blew out a breath, grabbing your cell from your pocket as you rang Anvil. You had a gut feeling and you wanted confirmation. His secretary picked up the phone and you sighed before asking something you dreaded the answer to.

"Hey, Annie. Is Billy there? I need to talk to him," you said softly. The older woman cleared her throat down the phone before speaking.

"He's not here, Y/N. He took the day off," she said warily. Well then. You thanked her quickly before hanging up, the lump lodged in your throat getting bigger.

How could it all have gone so wrong? You stood, tossing the half drank coffee in the trash as you made your way home with a broken heart. You hardly expected Billy to be sitting on the sofa when you got home. But there he was in all his glory. A burgundy sweater with his jeans and boots, hair slicked back like always. You felt like you were hanging on by a thread.

He smiled when he saw you, standing up and making his way over.

"I thought you had work," your cold tone stopped him in his tracks as he looked at you cautiously.

"I took the day, had some things I needed to do," he replied easily. Things he needed to do. More like someone he needed to do. Tense didn't even begin to cover how you were feeling.

"Look… there's someone here I want you to meet," Billy said hesitantly, glancing to the closed bedroom door. He really wouldn't just… The string of composure you were holding onto snapped.

"Is this some kind of joke?!" You yelled. He looked shocked, eyes wide and confused as he tilted his head.

"Uh… what?" He asked carefully.

"It's bad enough you're having an affair that apparently Frank knows all about but you've brought her here?! You want me to meet her?!" You were incredulous at his audacity. You wondered if he'd suffered a head injury a week ago or something.

Billy blinked at you with his dark eyes for a moment before he burst out laughing. But when he saw your tearful eyes glaring at him, his laughter died instantly.

"You… you think I'm cheatin' on you?" He asked slowly, like he was talking to a toddler. Your brows furrowed watching him warily as he walked over to you.

"You've been acting weird all week, Billy. And I heard you on the phone last night. I heard you talking to Frank," you muttered, hating how your voice wobbled.

Billy looked stricken at how upset you were and wrapped his arms around you and you melted into him despite yourself. He stroked your hair soothingly with one hand as the other rubbed your back.

"I'm not steppin' out on you, Y/N. I'd never do that," he sighed. He moved away, cradling your cheeks as his obsidian gaze looked over your face like he was searching for the answers of the universe.

"Not gonna lie, I'm a little offended by your lack of faith, but I have been actin' weird so I'll let it slide," he murmured with a soft smile.

"But then… what was that all about?" You asked, deflating a bit as he wiped away the couple of tears that had fallen. He leaned in and kissed you softly, one of the rare tender kisses he'd give you if you were upset. You were incredibly confused and maybe also felt a little guilty that your mind went there.

When he pulled away, he shot you a grin, looking almost like a kid on Christmas which only furthered your confusion.

"Wait here," he beamed, dashing off to the bedroom. You really felt like you'd been transported to another dimension where nothing made sense. But then Billy came back out with what you could only describe as a living, breathing, real life Pokemon in his arms. It was a Pomeranian puppy that just looked like a cloud with two shiny back eyes peeking out.

You made a noise that you couldn't even describe. A mix of a whine and a coo that people often reserved for cute animals and babies as if they couldn't help themselves. Your feet took you over to where Billy was grinning at you and the ball of fluff was nibbling his hand.

"Billy…" your voice was still a little high, a little pout on your face as you reached out and stroked the fluffy fur on the puppy.

"Meet Cotton Ball. Cotton Ball, meet your mom," he smirked, grabbing a tiny paw and making it wave at you. It was something to behold seeing Billy like this and you almost melted right into a puddle.

"Wait so… this is the other woman?" You asked with a snort, feeling so utterly stupid for how your mind went there. Billy rolled his eyes with a laugh as he handed over the bundle of cloud to you.

"Do you like her?" He asked hesitantly, looking almost unsure as he glanced from the puppy to you.

"I love her. Thank you, Billy," you murmured, cuddling the tiny puppy closer to you.

"I uh… I know that you said you wanted a dog," he started, his shoulder rolling a little.

"Which you shot down immediately," you cut in, raising a brow at him. He chuckled, rubbing his beard a little with a nod.

"I know. But… I saw how disappointed you were and I decided I never wanted to see that look on your face again. Especially not 'cause of me. She hadn't been fully vaccinated and stuff so I've been waitin' to bring her home. Been to see her a few times to get her used to me," he shrugged, looking almost bashful which was a strange look for him. It was cute.

"I love her. And I love you," you smiled wide at him. His insecurities seemed to wash away at your bright smile and he returned it, leaning over to kiss your forehead.

"I love you too. Come here, lemme show you somethin','' he took your free hand and led you to the bedroom. On the floor next to your bed was what looked like a queen bed shrunk down. It was a dog bed but a fancy one and the cozy sheets looked expensive too. There was also a basket filled to the brim with dog toys. You looked at him incredulously with a laugh.

"And here I was thinking you weren't a dog person and you're spoiling her already," you teased. He chuckled, a slight pink tint to his face you couldn't remember ever witnessing as he bit his lip and smiled at you.

"Yeah well… my girls gotta have the best. And… I mighta got attached to her," he shrugged easily.

"Billy Russo has a heart after all. Who knew?" You snorted. He gripped your jaw gently, giving your lips a firm peck before smirking down at you.

"Don't tell a soul or I'll have to kill you. I got a rep to keep," he smirked devilishly. You snorted again, shaking your head as you took the now sleeping puppy to her lavish bed and set her down.

When you walked back over to Billy, you wrapped your arms around his middle and he responded in kind and held you close.

"I can't believe you thought I'd cheat on you," he murmured, nuzzling your hair. You felt your cheeks heat up as you moved away and looked up at him.

"I know. I'm sorry, I just… you'd been acting weird and then the phone call, I didn't know what to think," you said softly. He frowned a little, tucking some of your hair behind your ear before resting a hand on your jaw.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

"I know. Honestly… I've never questioned it. I've never felt like that before. My mind just ran away with itself," you felt bad now and really fucking stupid but he had been acting weird. How were you to know that he was secretly procuring you the cutest puppy to exist?

He kissed your forehead softly, lips lingering a moment before he cupped your cheeks, tilting your head to look up at him. His dark eyes were full of many emotions and you got lost in them.

"You're the only one I want. Ever since I met you, I never wanted anyone else. I ain't ever felt like this before but all I know is… I'm yours. I love you, Y/N. There'll never be anyone else," he murmured sincerely. You couldn't help the dopey smile on your face as you leaned up and captured his lips in a soft kiss.

"I love you too, Billy. But… I will have to share you now with Cotton Ball," you teased against his lips. He chuckled, nipping at your bottom lip.

"You'll always be my best girl," he grinned, rubbing his nose against yours.

One hand dropped to your neck, the other slinking around you and settling on your ass as he kissed you deeply. Just as you were really getting into it, he hissed, cursing and moving away as he lifted his foot. The foot that had tiny razor teeth latched onto it as the dog dangled off his toe. You couldn't help the bubble of laughter that came out of you as you pried the dog away from his foot.

"Feel like I might end up regrettin' this decision," he huffed, eyes narrowed at Cotton Ball who was now happily in your arms. He wasn't really mad though, his lips were slightly upturned as he reached out and rubbed the dogs tiny head.

"Awww. Is the big bad marine scared the lil doggy might bite his ass when he's having sex?" You mocked playfully.

Billy's mortified face had you in stitches. He looked like he'd not considered it until you said it and now he was glaring at the dog like she'd ready done it.

"We're gonna need some boundaries," he muttered to the dog as he pointed at her, then his piercing eyes turned to you and you bit your lip to stifle your laughter.

"And for the record, I am a big bad marine and I ain't scared of a fuckin' dog," he smirked with a raised brow. You rolled your eyes goodnaturedly as you turned, dog in hand, and left the room.

"Mhmm. Just wait until I tell Frank how you're scared of a ball of fluff. Or the guys from Anvil. Or maybe I'll tell them just how much you love her already," you grinned, laughing when he gripped your hips and dragged you so your back pressed against his front.

"What I tell you? You tell and I'll have to kill you. I don't wanna do that, I might just miss you," he murmured with a smile as he nuzzled your neck.

"Russo's going soooft!" You teased with a laugh, squealing when his hands dug into your sides to tickle you.

Honestly, you never really thought Billy would be a dog person. But you never thought he'd be the type to live with someone and here you were. You never thought he'd be the type to use the L word yet he did with you. He was full of surprises and this was way better than you anticipated. You never expected the other woman to be so cute.

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