#1 The photo is a little different but that is the closest I could get on the Aston Martin website.

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[1] 25th January 2023 Fernando Alonso's First Day at AMF1

[2] 23rd March 2017 Australian Grand Prix Thursday Press Conference

[3] 7th August 2010 Lance Stroll Ferrari Academy Announcement

my favorite f1 team is when it’s lance stroll and some weird little old guy

+ bonus lance and TWO weird little old guys

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hi can i have a request a story about life where lando and his ex finally get back together again 🥹

Unfinished business- LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary/request: request by anon as you can read above this!

*:･ﾟ Word count: 1581

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Lando Norris didn’t mean to fall in love with her. Not really. It just happened somewhere between late-night calls from different parts of the world and the quiet mornings they shared over coffee, bleary-eyed and content. For two years, they had built something beautiful. Something fragile. And like many fragile things, it shattered.

It had been a year since they parted ways. A quiet, mutual decision born from exhaustion, distance, and the demands of their individual lives. She had her career, a demanding one that required its own brand of discipline and attention. And Lando, of course, was always on the move, his life dictated by the calendar of Formula 1. It wasn't anyone's fault. There was no dramatic fight, no harsh words. Just the aching realization that, for now, their lives didn’t fit together the way they once had.

So they let go. They hugged each other goodbye in her quiet London flat, the kind of hug that lingered a little too long, with an unspoken understanding that maybe this wasn’t forever, that maybe one day they would find their way back to each other.

A year had passed since that night.

-

She scrolled through her Instagram feed absentmindedly, stopping when she saw his latest post—a sun-drenched photo of Lando standing by his car, all wide smiles and windswept hair. Her thumb hovered over the screen, hesitating, before double-tapping. The small heart icon appeared, a familiar pang settling in her chest. It had become a ritual at this point—liking his posts, reading his captions, sometimes even dropping a comment when she felt brave enough. And he did the same, always. As if this silent conversation on social media was their only connection left.

She never stopped missing him. Some days it was just a quiet hum in the background of her life, a dull ache that she had grown used to. Other days, it hit her like a wave, out of nowhere, leaving her breathless and wondering how she had ever let him go.

On the other side of the world, Lando felt the same. He never admitted it out loud, not even to his closest friends, but she was never far from his thoughts. He found himself checking his phone too often, waiting for those tiny signs that she was still there, still watching, still caring. Every time her name appeared in his notifications—whether it was a simple like or a playful comment—his heart gave a small, traitorous leap.

They weren’t together anymore, but they were never really apart.

-

The first time they saw each other again after the breakup, it was at a race. Lando had known she might be there, but nothing could have prepared him for the moment their eyes met across the paddock. For a split second, the world around him seemed to blur, everything but her fading away. She looked the same but different—more poised, more confident, but with that same light in her eyes that had always drawn him in.

Her heart stuttered when she saw him, the familiar ache resurfacing. God, he looked good. The year had been kind to him. His hair was longer, his smile somehow brighter. But there was something else, something in the way his eyes softened when they landed on her.

They didn’t approach each other right away. Both too unsure of what to say, too aware of the unresolved feelings still hanging between them like a weight neither could lift. But eventually, they found themselves standing side by side, in the way that used to be so natural. And for a moment, it almost felt like old times.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice barely audible over the noise of the paddock.

“Hey,” she replied, her heart racing.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward, but it was heavy. Heavy with everything unsaid, everything they had tried to bury over the past year.

“How’ve you been?” he asked, though the question felt painfully inadequate.

“Good. Busy, you know… work and everything,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit he remembered all too well.

“Yeah… same.” He gave a small nod, eyes searching her face for something—anything—that would tell him if she had moved on. If she had forgotten him.

But she hadn’t. And neither had he.

-

The weeks after that encounter were… confusing, to say the least. They started texting again, slowly at first. Just little things—a funny meme, a quick ‘good luck’ before his races, or a random thought that reminded her of him. But it quickly became more than that. The conversations stretched longer, the topics more personal. They talked about the things they hadn’t talked about during their relationship—how hard it had been to let go, how much they missed each other, how they hadn’t really stopped caring.

One night, after a long conversation, Lando found himself staring at his phone long after the screen had gone dark. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t keep pretending that he was okay without her. He had tried. God, he had tried. But no matter how many races he won, no matter how many new cities he visited, there was always this empty space where she used to be.

And she felt it too. Every time she saw his name light up her phone, her heart leapt. Every time she saw a post of his, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to reach out and just say it—to admit that she still loved him.

The breaking point came on a rainy night in London, when the loneliness felt unbearable. She was scrolling through her messages with him, re-reading old texts from when they were still together. Before she could overthink it, she sent a message.

I miss you.

-

Lando’s phone buzzed on his nightstand, the soft glow cutting through the darkness of his hotel room. He reached for it, half-asleep, but when he saw her name, he was suddenly wide awake. He stared at the message for what felt like an eternity, his heart racing.

He had missed her too. Every single day.

Before he could second-guess himself, he typed a response.

I miss you too.

The three little dots that indicated she was typing appeared, then disappeared, and then appeared again. Finally, another message came through.

Can we talk? In person?

His heart skipped a beat.

Yes. When?

-

They met in a small café, tucked away from the prying eyes of the world. It was quiet, intimate, the kind of place where people went to have real conversations. The kind of place where they had once spent hours together, laughing and talking about nothing and everything.

When she walked in, Lando felt like the air had been knocked out of him. She looked nervous, just like he felt. But there was something else in her eyes too—hope.

They sat down, and for a few moments, neither of them spoke. It was like they were both afraid to say the wrong thing, to shatter the delicate balance they had found themselves in.

“I don’t know where to start,” she admitted with a small laugh, breaking the tension.

Lando smiled softly, his fingers tapping lightly against the side of his coffee cup. “I’ve been trying to figure that out too.”

They fell into silence again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable this time. It was just… heavy. With everything they had left unsaid over the past year. Finally, Lando looked up, his voice quiet but steady.

“I’ve never stopped thinking about you,” he said, his words hanging in the air between them. “I tried to move on, I really did. But no matter what, it always came back to you.”

Her breath hitched, and she looked away, blinking back tears. “I haven’t been able to move on either,” she whispered. “I thought… I thought maybe it was just me, that maybe I was holding onto something that was already gone.”

“It’s not gone,” Lando said firmly, reaching across the table to take her hand in his. “It never was.”

For a long moment, they just sat there, holding each other’s gaze, holding each other’s hands, letting the weight of their feelings settle between them.

“I still love you,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I never stopped.”

“I love you too,” Lando replied, his thumb gently brushing against her skin. “I never stopped.”

-

The decision to get back together wasn’t made in that moment. They knew it wouldn’t be that simple. There were still challenges to face, still things they needed to figure out. But what they both knew for sure was that they couldn’t keep pretending anymore. They couldn’t keep acting like they were better off apart, because they weren’t. Not really.

The rest of that night was spent talking, laughing, and crying. They laid everything out on the table—the fears, the regrets, the hopes for the future. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real, and it was honest.

When they finally left the café, the rain had stopped, leaving the streets slick and glistening under the soft glow of the streetlights. Lando walked her to her car, his hand never leaving hers. And when they reached it, he hesitated for a moment before pulling her into his arms.

“I’m not letting you go again,” he murmured against her hair.

She smiled, burying her face in his chest. “Good. Because I don’t want to go.”

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*:･ﾟ Notes; thank you for reading, love’s! Hope you all enjoyed it! If there is something wrong or need to be edited, let me know! Also hey anon! If you read this, I hope that this is what you had in mind!

*:･ﾟtags; @spookbusters-jr

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Summary::: In which Minho and reader are overly obsessed with one another, but neither of them have a clue… yet.

Warnings::: Suggestive?? Frat party, drinking... I think that's about it.

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(I might make a part 2 idk yet. Tell me what you guys think xoxo )

Minho

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Minho watched her, as she sat at a table with her friends, a few feet from the table he sat at with his. He hasn’t noticed, but he hasn’t taken his eyes from her since they’ve reached the spot about 15 minutes ago.

The way the light spring breeze pushes her hair from her face, letting the sunshine brightly against her skin. Causing a perfect glow to radiate off of it.

"Minho!" Changbin says, startling him from his thoughts, causing him to jerk at his voice. Minho lets out a soft "hmm?" In response, still not taking his off of her. "Listen, lover boy. Why don't you go over there and actually talk to her." Changbin suggests. "Yeah, right." Minho replies. "Why are you so scared?" Han asks. "I'm not scared, I'm just way out of her league." Minho states. Chan lets out a light "pfft" before a chuckle leaves his lips. "We all know you two would be the "it couple" on campus, if you'd actually make a move." He teases.

Minho rolls his eyes in defeat as they change the subject to something else. He takes a quick look at her before reaching for his phone and opening the Instagram app. He quickly types in her name before pressing on her profile. '1 new post' He opens it. It's a new selfie she must have just taken, considering she's in the same outfit and with the same people in the photo. With all of their faces in the frame, the only one he focuses on is hers. He takes a screenshot, before going over to his photos and cropping it only to her and saving it.

Minho lets out a sigh, looking through all of the photo's he has saved of her, knowing that if she knew what he has been doing, she would probably file a restraining order against him.

Y/N

I knew it was crazy, following his every move. But I just couldn't get enough of him, no matter how many pictures, how many stares or how many times I have rushed to the places he's at, just to sit as close as I possibly could to be near him without making it look obvious.

Which is what I'm doing now. I knew there were at least 5 other tables on campus that we could have sit at. But I knew him, and his friends sat at the table closest to the entry doors, near the only tree that makes any shade. So I choose to sit at the table only 10 yards away from them.

"What are you doing after this?" My friend Cam asks me. "I think I'm just going to go to the library after this, I have studying to do." I state. "Again? Do you do anything else?" My other friend Rachelle asks. "Why don't you come to the party tonight? I heard Minho's going" My OTHER friend Ash says, wiggling her eyebrows at me. A small blush forms on my cheeks. "I don't know, I don't even know what I would wear." I say, looking down at my ripped jeans and college t-shirt. "OH don't worry, I'll help you. Hell.. I'll have Minho crawling on his knees to you as soon as you walk through the door." Cam teases. I let out a chuckle. "Yeah, right." I say. They all know about my crush on Minho... they just don't know the extent to it.

"Fine... I'll go." I agree. They all cheer in unison. Causing the boys to look in our direction. What I failed to mention though, is Changbin and Cam have been "Friends that just cuddle together." At least that's what they tell everyone, for a little over a year now. So, Minho and I's friend groups sometimes get together. "Why do you have to be so loud?" Changbin asks Cam from his table. "Why do you have to care so much?" She asks him, throwing fire back at him. "Because I would prefer not to lose my hearing..." He jokes. "Move to a different table then! You know, you guys could be gentlemen and let us ladies sit in the shade." She exclaims. "Oh, so now I'm not a gentleman?" He asks in annoyance. "The fact you're sitting there, and we're here dying in the sun, says you're not." She says. "Thats not what you were saying last night." He finishes. Causing an eruption of laugher to descend from their table. And I wasn't about to lie, but I couldn't help but find his comment funny, before letting out a small chuckle. Cam lightly elbows me and tells me to shut up. Knowing Changbin has won this round. We were all used to their tiny arguments, and we have all told them that they should make what they have together exclusive. But they both claim that doing that would just make things complicated, and they like the way they have things going now.

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Minho

He catches himself doing it again, looking through her instagram and checking her story. Waiting to see if she’s going to the party. The guys are all getting ready. Minho looks up at the left corner of his phone screen, reading the time. ‘7:36.’ Only 20 minutes or so until the party starts. He’s about to give up on her coming, until his phone sends him a notification. ‘1 new post.’ His heart skips a beat at the sight. He clicks on it and it sends him to her story. It’s a video of her getting ready while the girls are in the background singing to the music on their speaker as she laughs at them. He takes a screenshot when her face lines up with the camera, showing her beautiful smile. He quickly goes to his photos, looking at the screenshot and taking in her smile.

“Minho, you coming?” Chan says, causing him to jump, yet again. Minho locks his phone, shoving it in his pocket before following Chan out the door.

Y/N

There’s only 3 minutes left until the party officially starts. But Ash is friends with the guy who’s throwing it, and wanted to be here early. There’s at least a hundred people here by now, and not one of them is him. I’ve been looking at the door for what feels like hours, but really has only been thirty minutes. “Why don’t you stop watching the door and come have some fun?” Cam asks, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the door. “Let’s go get a drink!” She shouts over the music. We make our way through sweating, drunk people dancing in the living room. I keep my head down, watching my feet as I walk, trying not to trip. As we make our way through the door, I bump into someone, causing them to slam into the door frame. I quickly look up and throw out a huge sorry. My eyes reach their face… it’s him. My heart skips a beat before pounding inside my chest intensely. Our eyes meet and they stay there, locked to each other as if they’ve been glued into this position, that is until Cam pulls me away. Our eyes stay locked until I’m on the back porch with Cam and Chan yells his name. ‘Oh god.. he probably hates me.’ I think to myself before Cam hands me a drink.

Minho

I watch her as Cam drags her out to the porch to the mini bar outback, until Chan calls my name. “Did you talk to her?” He asks over the music. I shake my head no. “Come on man! That was a perfect opportunity!” He says. He hands me a drink before continuing his conversation with a girl he’s already set his eyes on for the night.

It has been about an hour since the party has started, and at this point, no one plans on going home any time soon. I’m sat on the couch, next to Jisung and Felix, who also already found dates for the night. Multiple girls have come up and sat next to me, asking to dance or have a drink with them. I always kindly deny their offer, not being able to take my thoughts off of her. The way our eyes connected, and wouldn’t leave one another’s. I might be delusional, but my brain keeps telling me there was something there, maybe she felt it too.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts when I spot her walking through the house, over to the table where the punch bowl is. I watch as she stands by the bowl with Ash, the way her skirt has rid up her thigh just a tiny bit, enough to give me enough view for my brain to wander. The way her chest has the slightest dampness on it, from being surrounded by so many people on such a hot night. The way she’s thrown her hair to the side, revealing the side of her neck. She’s perfect. Everything about her. My brain tells me to go talk to her, just get up and do it. But as soon as I stand from the couch to make my way over, I see a guy make his way toward her. My heart sinks on the spot. He walks up behind her with a drink in his hand, but before he taps her on the shoulder she turns around to walk away, running right into him. His drinks spills all over the front of her shirt, dripping down her legs. I watch as he nervously throws out apologies, while bending down to pick up the cup. ‘Idiot.. couldn’t grab her a napkin.’ I think to myself. I watch as she grabs a hand full of napkins from the table, trying to dab off the drink from her shirt, to which doesn’t work. ‘Now’s your shot Minho.. go!’ My brain tells me. My feet move before I realize what I’m doing. I make my way over to the table, making my way directly between the two of them and grab more napkins, handing them over to her. She holds out her hand to take the napkins and I notice her hand shaking. She gives me a small smile before letting out a small “thank you.” ‘She’s so into you.’ My head says again. I tell myself to shut up in my head. “Y..you’re welcome.” I spit out. I watch as she continues to dab at her shirt. “I umm.. I might have a uhh.. extra shirt in my car… if you need it?” I ask, awkwardly. More awkward than I thought it would come out. If I could I’d slap myself right now. Shaking the thought out of my head as she replies. “Oh… um, sure. I can always just call my roommate and see if she could bring me one, before I steal your clothes.” She says with a chuckle. I give her a smile and a nod. I watch as she reaches to the pocket of her skirt and pulls nothing out. She throws her head back with a groan. “Everything okay?” I ask, and clear my throat. Cursing myself for sounding so awkward. “I forgot I left my phone with cam.. and I’m pretty sure she’s with Changbin, and you and I both know what they’re doing and I have no other way to call for a ride or even call my roommate.” She says, I can tell how stressed she is by the look on her face. She still blurts out her worries before I cut her off. “Hey.. it’s alright. You can use my phone.” I explain. “We’ll go outside so you can call your room mate.” We head outside after she tells me thank you and that she owes me, to which I tell her not to worry about it.

Y/N

My nerves were through the roof at this point. Specially now being alone outside with Minho. We’re stood at the edge of the tree line as Minho pulls his phone from his pocket and hands it to me. “Thank you again.” I tell him with a small smile. I can’t help my hands from shaking as I take his phone from his hand. I tap his screen, taking notice in the three cats on his lock screen. “Cute.” I say with a giggle. I notice his cheeks turning pink before I swipe up to unlock his phone.

My heart stops at the next picture.

It’s me… from my story. I tap the screen, thinking he might have just been watching my story. But when the picture disappears into an entire folder of screen shots of me, my heart speeds up to the point it feels like it might break through my chest.

“Minho…” I whisper, not being able to find my voice. He looks over at me with a smile, before he sees the look on my face and his eyes make their way to his phone. He sees the album of photos on his screen, he takes a step forward, ripping the phone from my hands. “Shit! Y/n.. I..” he tries to form a sentence, but can’t seem to do so.

“I’m so sorry.” He lets out. Before fast walking back up to the house. Leaving me alone. My heart flutters, my mind races. ‘He likes me… he actually likes me.’ I think to myself. I don’t even have time to process that he may think I hate him, due to the fact that my body has exploded into complete numbness and excitement. The fact I was completely soaked and my crush had just ran away from me, didn’t even bother my brain at the moment.

Minho

I quickly make my way inside, finding Chan. “Hey…hey what’s wrong?” He asks, as I try to explain to him what’s happened in the most frantic way possible. “Wait… so you have an entire album of this girl on your phone, and she saw it?” He asks, after I’m able to explain everything. I nod my head, looking into his eyes for any suggestion he has. “Minho… what the fuck..” He sighs, throwing his head back.

Tears begin to well up in my eyes, I quickly close them, pushing them back in. ‘Don’t you cry... Don’t cry.’ I tell myself in my head. “Did she say anything?” He asks. I shake my head no. “Minho... I’ve got nothing... I mean... you’ve stalked the girl for over a year… Maybe you’ll get lucky and find out she feels the same?” He says more as a question, instead of with encouragement. I let out an aggravated sigh. "I'm gonna go home." I state with defeat. "Minho, don't leave. I'm sure she's had a few drinks, she won't even remember it tomorrow." He states, with more encouragement this time. But I knew better, she wasn't drunk. She only had a few drinks. I know, because I had been watching her all night... like a fricking creep. "Come on, lets go upstairs! They're playing beer pong!" He grabs my arm, exactly like Cam did to y/n when she accidently ran into me.

~

Y/N

That's it. After standing by the tree line outside by myself like an idiot for over thirty minutes, trying to come up with a solution to this... I finally worked up the encouragement to come clean to Minho.

I make my way back inside, finding Ash next to the table I had just gotten my brand-new shirt destroyed at. "Ash!" I yell over the music. "What the hell happened to you?" She asks, pointing out my drenched shirt. "A story for a different time... have you seen Minho?" I ask in a rush. "Ohhhhh are you finally going to confess to him?" She teases. "Actually... yes, yes I am!" I say. She gives me a questioning look. "Oh... shit... um, I think I saw him go upstairs with Chan." She says, grabbing a shot off of the table. "Give me this." I say, grabbing the drink from her hand and quickly throwing it back. "You go get him tiger." She laughs, as I walk away.

I make my way upstairs, searching through the rooms for him, until I come across the balcony upstairs. I see him standing next to the guys, playing beer pong.

Minho

"Incoming, twelve o'clock." Han whispers to me. I look up and see y/n making her way through the people by the balcony doors. My heart sinks at the sight of her. I quickly get behind Han, trying to hide myself from her view. "What are you doing?" He questions. "Just stay there." I say.

I watch as she makes her way over to our side of the table, I think I'm off the hook when one of her classmates stops her to say hi. But she quickly shoo's them away before making her way to us. We make eye contact as she does. Once she gets close enough to hear over the music she stops beside Han and I. "Can we talk?" She asks. The guy's all let out 'ooohh's' and cheer as if we are still in middle school. My heart has fallen out of my chest for the thousandth time tonight.

I don't answer, I just follow her as she walks over to the chairs that are lined up perfectly along the balcony railing. She takes a seat on one of the sun tanning chairs, and I sit on the one across from her. She gives me a soft look before standing up and sitting next to me. My palms start to sweat, and my body goes numb. I brace myself for her to tell me to leave her alone, for her to tell me to delete everything off of my phone or else... but what I didn't expect was for her to grab my chin and make me face her, before slamming her lips on to mine.

It takes me a few seconds to realize what was happening, before my lips welded into hers perfectly. Without thinking my hands wrapped around her back, pulling her closer to me. Her lips taste like alcohol and cherry Chapstick. Her hand comes up to cup my cheek as the kiss deepens. I hear the guys cheering and clapping in the background but all I can focus on is the way her lips feel against mine. I've waiting for so long for this moment. I've thought about it, dreamed about it... imagined doing it so many times. And here she was doing it, it didn't feel real.

"I think you and I have a lot to catch up on... But right now, I just seriously need you." She says after pulling away. I feel myself harden in my jeans as she says the words. "My car is out front." I whisper, before pulling her into my lap and bringing her mouth to mine again.

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[evolnoomym]

1. This is me trying

Sugar-Daddy!Joel Miller x f!OC

General Masterlist | „Runaway Butterfly 🦋“ Masterlist

Summary: You may have gotten out, but the damage is done. As you look back on the past you take a step forward in the present.

Rating: 18+ explicit content mdni!!!!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: no y/n, f!reader, this is how my first OC Moon got born, childhood abuse, self hatred, alludes to sa & suicide attempt(s), 2 separate instances of underage OC getting taken advantage of, nothing to graphic, Weed consumption, panic attack, OC sexualizes herself, she has tits and ass

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: This is the first chapter of my my first Series, it’s been sitting in my notes basically for about 3 months. (Can we believe I’ve been here for 3 months already 😅) I know it’s rather short but the following chapters will be a lot longer. No Joel except in photos, also the Hawaiian Flannel he wears in one of those is the same as @strang3lov3 owns, hers is inspired by Jim Hopper. Bug was also the one that told me to write, so it’s all thanks to her 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Shoutout to @saradika-graphics & @cafekitsune for the dividers 🫶🏻

Big thank you to for beta reading @fhatbhabiee & @jennaispunk 🦋🦋🦋

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly 👌🏻

Technically you are missing, you didn’t tell them where you’d go, they didn’t even knew you’d go at all. Though, you are sure that they are happy to be ridden of the problem, connecting all of them.

They took your pride, confidence, dignity and hope. They clipped your wings early on so you’d never get away, no chance at getting out of this nightmare. Always destined to be the black sheep, the picture-perfect scapegoat for all of them, and whenever something went wrong you got blamed.

No wonder you started to hate yourself, believing their cruel words. You were never good enough and they made you think it would be better if you would just be gone.

They tore you apart, made you hate the girl in the mirror till you just wanted to give up, they put all the blame on you, they used you as a little girl sized punching bag, they made you believe that everybody grows up that way.

Since both of your parents were equally unstable people, it forced you to grow up quickly, so you could take care of them. Never would you know who that real version of yourself could’ve been, without all the trauma, a loss to carry forever.

How should you have known that what happened was wrong, if you never knew anything else. You thought the violence and the loneliness was part of being a little girl.

With time you became something akin to a shapeshifter, trying to be whatever it took to fulfill their desires, if it meant to be loved. Even just the tiniest amount of recognition, was worth giving yourself up.

But those closest betrayed you. Turns out it was all for nothing at all. All the sacrifices you made were so entirely useless, breaking yourself down to become the version they might’ve liked best, trying fit the shape of their choice and satisfy their deranged ego’s.

You scraped together any amount of savings you still had and sold everything you owned that was worth anything. Your Dad and Grandma gave you some money and that was it.

They had pushed you so far, you felt the need to flee to an entirely different continent, almost a 15 hour fly and 525 miles away from what was supposed to be home, that’s what it took to get some semblance of freedom and peace. Austin became your home, it was a fresh start and that’s exactly what was needed.

To much happened, to many unforgivable occurrences. You couldn’t ever heal in the place they broke you in, surrounded by abusers. They might have forgotten, painted an entirely new picture of the truth for themselves, but you’ll always remember what really went down.

You could still vividly remember your brother’s frantic calls once he realized you were gone. He couldn’t believe you’d really go through on that childish silly dream, he always laughed at you for saying, you’d just pack up one day and leave everything behind.

Guess he’s not laughing anymore.

After countless attempts you finally gave in and picked up, only to met by loud thundering voices yelling at you. It was all about how insane you must be, so incredibly selfish, overly dramatic, over-emotional and weak for simply running away.

A coward.

As always it’s just about them, their feelings and what would be best for them. No care for what you’d want and what the best for you could be.

You tolerated more than anyone else would’ve, before ending the call. It was just an accumulation of empty threats, supposed to put you back in line, but it did the opposite. That phone call was the last time you’d speak to them.

8 months have passed since leaving, its now May and here you sit lounging in the living room of your tiny two-room flat. The soft, grey, cloud-like couch was one of your best investments, making it your second favorite place besides your bed.

Its Friday. The clock shows that it’s close to 6 pm, the early-evening breeze flows in through the open balcony and alongside the bustling noises of the streets outside. Cars honking, tires screeching, kids yelling, people laughing and birds chirping, all of it reminds of the overwhelming world waiting outside of your safe bubble.

You just pulled out your rolling tray, trying to quiet your mind, you’ve barely finished licking the paper. When your phone suddenly goes *ping* *ping*, a sound you haven’t heard before.

Normally that might make you anxious but today you are just annoyed by any sort of interruption to your routine.

„Ughhh.”

You begrudgingly get up to retrieve your phone from the kitchen counter. When you reach it and take a look at the screen you immediately understand what caused the strange sound.

A notification for the Sugar-Daddy website you had started using earlier this week. You have tried those odd websites before, at 16 thinking it would be a good idea. Back then you were already after the attention of a mature, wealthy and significantly older Men.

Looking back you always had a weird infatuation with men outside your age range.

Your first kiss happened, when you were 13 and still played with dolls. He was 21 and had just gotten his drivers license, already moved out and had a job. He took you on a walk, then sat down on an old park bench and just kissed you which felt like heaven,at the time. He was your Bestfriend’s older brother who knew exactly how madly in love you were with him.

Two years later, at 15, you thought that 25 year old police apprentice was seriously interested in you, convinced he’d make you his. But, no, he wanted to fuck a minor, he was after the thrill of something tight and young, to be the first to break you in and then throw you away once you served your purpose.

Even though you were foolish and naive, the perfect opportunity for him to use, it seemed your desperate want for genuine love chased him away before he could go in for the kill.

In those instances you were lucky that nothin worse happened, but at 17 the luck had run out or maybe what happened is what you get for making the mistake of trusting.

It was the friendly guy in your semester group, the one who was troubled himself but made you feel like it’s okay, he seemed to understand you. He became a good friend, he made you feel less alone and in the end he became the biggest nightmare.

Your trust was already broken and played with many times before him, but what he did was one too much. He changed the way you viewed the world, the way you lived.

You were deeply afraid of ever running in to him again, and when it happened you could practically feel the world stop spinning.

It was just a worst case scenario that never came true until it did. You remember that day like it was yesterday, it was supposed to be a quiet run to the grocery store, shopping with a friend. Standing in the bread aisle, you were waiting beside the cart for your friend to make her decision. You just stared down at the ground for a split second before looking back up and there he was. Staring at you with this awful smile of his. Ringing in your ears, shivers running down your spine and shaking hands were all you needed to know that getting out of there was more than necessary.

As you stood at the cash register the thought that it might not have been him weaseled itself into your head. The hope that it might’ve been just some mix-up got crushed when a voice behind you spoke up. That voice, the way he talks, you would recognize it anywhere. He was right there, the monster who looked so nice in the beginning was just a couple inches away. You could practically feel him breathe down your neck, just like he did that night. Keeping your composure was the biggest challenge.

Afterwards on the way home, in your friends car you broke down, never ever would you want him that close again. He contributed to you wanting to get away.

Now at 21, even after everything that happened, you thought about giving the Sugar-Daddy thing one last chance. The money would be nice, of course it would, living free without having to worry, having someone who takes care of you and you get to just enjoy living, is the dream.

You wanted to experience that, so the Profil was created, a few pictures were added showing your face, one displayed a peak of cleavage and another with focus on your backside, wearing tight pants that accentuate your plush ass all while you are just sweetly gazing over your shoulder.

Those photos were choosen with good reasoning, you believed that showing skin would attract more attention from the Sugar-Daddy’s.

A classmate once told you „You know...the only fuckable thing about you is that set of tits and that ass. Nothin else, well except maybe ur mouth,“ all while smugly laughing.

And he wasn’t the only one who said shit like that, so you believed it, showin off the assets it was and it worked but none of these man were really what you were looking for.

After 2 days of being flooded with messages, little to nothing came through anymore which you were a bit happy about, since the overwhelming attention was too much too quickly.

You are a recluse, three friends that’s all you got, two of them not even living in Austin. A lot of times you just want to be alone with yourself. Branching out like 6 years ago is not your style anymore and you started to regret putting yourself out there like this. You would’ve probably deleted the profile if it wasn’t for the awfully handsome Man who apparently took a look at your profile which caused the whole strange notification-sound.

You could only see his name “Joel Miller” but that was enough to peak your interest.

You take your phone, walk back to the couch and sit down. You scutch backwards till you can feel the pillow at your back to lean against. You open his profile and your mouth goes dry instantly. He looks to be about 40 ish, his brown-grey streaked locks are neatly styled, a well groomed beard adorned his face and those grey patches certainly made you squirm in place.

They showed his age and that is what turned you on. His amber brown orbs were quickly pulling you in. In some of his photos he wore expensive lookin suits, all highly professional. In others he looked more casual, wearing flannels and even a cute hawaiian shirt in a picture that must’ve been taken on a beach.

He looked big, 6ft3 tall, tan skin, with broad shoulders, biceps that could crush you and his hands, oh they are a sight to behold, you thought of what he could possibly to with them. How would they feel on your body, holding your hand, caressing your face, stroking your head or squeezing your waist.

You feel your cheeks get warm, heart rate picking up and there is a tremble in your breathing, all because of him.

You can already imagine how much power he would have over you with his entire body, you want that.

With all the gawking and fanning you lost track of the time, 45 minutes where spend looking at him, that realization made you feel a bit embarrassed but it turned into shock when the *Ping* *Ping* sound of again, this time with a notification that read ”Congratulations, The verified Sugar-Daddy has sent you a message don’t let him wait to long, swipe here to answer,“ and then his name ”...Joel Miller“.

Maybe he would be different to those before him, maybe you got your luck back and so you decided swipe.

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[arcadia-of-pluto]

Divisa; Two

Pairings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word count; 1, 771

Themes; reality hopping, alt universe (same universe but something is a little...different), doppelganger, multiple endings, slowburn

Warnings; Excessive swearing

Notes; Words with a " * " by them will be explained at the end of the chapter <3

Hey guys! Finally onto chapter 2 of Divisa! I could've made this longer, but I wasn't sure I'd have a stopping point if I continued so if the ending seems abrupt– that's why. Also, there will be a ton of posts today, none are too important. Just the Divisa Masterlist, the page to navigate to each character moodboard, annnd the five moodboards!

Now, please do bear in mind that the Love Interests moodboard will have spoilers pertaining to their backstories, so if you don't want to seem them, then look past the bio and look at the pictures I included! 🩷 I know I probably shouldn't post any spoilers for this since I'm only on chapter two and no character is fully fleshed out just yet but...I wanted to! If anything in their bio changes in the future, I just thought of something better. That's all.

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“What're you talking about?” Your brows knit toward and you try to grab the photo from him, but Sylus holds it above his head.

“Ezekiel L/n. Forty-five years old. His pregnant girlfriend went missing over twenty-three years ago when a rift opened in their downtown apartment complex.” The man finally decides to quit teasing you and sets the photo in your hand.

“He's been a Hunter for over twenty-six years, so it's hard to not know him.”

That's…odd. From your knowledge of the games, the first Deepspace Tunnel opened in 2034 with the Chronorift Catastrophe…so how come the dates are off?

You clear your throat, snatching your wallet back to tuck the photo back safe inside. “Well, I don't know him.” You look away from Sylus.

Something about this felt…

This whole ordeal felt off.

How the hell was your father from here?? If your mom clearly has pictures with this man, could it just be a coincidence? That, perhaps, your father just so happens to resemble this man?

“You don't know your own father?” Sylus hums, tapping his index finger against his temple.

“Never met him before.” You sigh, setting your coin purse onto the table. “Look, are you going to buy anything or not? I'm done talking about my family issues.” You cross your arms over your chest and you can tell Sylus is thinking about his response before there's a knock on the door.

One of the men walks over to Sylus, whispering something to him, and you hear Sylus click his tongue. “That damn fish…” He sounds annoyed, but he nods his head.

“Sure, let him in.”

“It appears you have another buyer.” Sylus waves his hand and the coin purse gets wrapped in a reddish black mist, before it floats into his hand.

As he opens the purse to look through the coins, a second person enters the room.

What in the main character luck…

A purple haired man dressed in a sleek suit waltzes over to Sylus, crossing his arms over his chest as he stands over the other man. “Were you trying to monopolize all of these rare artifacts?” The man clicks his tongue. “Seriously, Carrion*, you know I need antique coins for my showcase next month.”

“If I were the seller, Betta*, I wouldn't sell you a damn thing. Considering you ignored them.” Sylus glances up from your coin purse and jerks his head in your direction.

You were silent as the familiar purple-haired man turned to look at you. You knew your face was covered so he wouldn't immediately recognize you, but your body broke out in a cold sweat in fear that he might realize who you could be, just by looking at your eyes.

“Wait…” The man's eyes narrow as he takes the seat closest to you. “Can you..” He motions toward his face, miming the action of pulling down a mask. “You seem familiar.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes dart over to Sylus, coincidentally meeting his eyes and he chuckles. He shakes his head and pats Betta on the shoulder. “Tone it down a bit, yeah? She's in a bit of shock. Introduce yourself first before you scare off a big catch.”

“I'll use my real name then, if she's so worried. Rafayel.” He holds his hand out toward you and you grab his fingers, shaking his hand that way instead. “We use code names at the Nest, not that it matters since we have easily recognizable faces. Carrion is Sylus. But you can use a code name, if you want. It seems like you're a little worried about revealing your identity.”

“Ah…” you ponder for a moment before you finally make a decision on your codename. You definitely couldn't use your own name, so you settled on the nickname your mom gave you in the womb.

“You can call me Comet.”

“Alright then, Comet…So what had her so shocked?” Rafayel turns to look at Sylus and the white haired man pauses his search once more with an annoyed sigh.

“She was shocked to learn that her father is Ezekiel L/n.” Is all he says and Rafayel's head snaps in your direction.

“Wait, seriously?” He looks you up and down before you sigh and pull the photo back out. “So it is true…Wait. I know him. He commissioned a painting a while back and..” he taps his finger against the half with your mom on it.

“He wanted a painting of her. I finished it, but I could never find him again to hand it over.”

“Can I have it?” You can't stop yourself from asking and your hand quickly flies up to cover your masked mouth.

Rafayel chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “If I can find a 2000 Sacagawea, a 1947 Silver Walking Liberty half dollar, and a 2023 Silver Peace Dollar then I'll gladly give you it– as long as I don't have to pay for my coins.” He flashes you a smile. “Deal?”

“I have no idea what my grandma had, but if you can find what you're looking for…” You shrug, clasping your hands together. “Then, sure. It's a done deal.”

“Perfect. You're a lifesaver. My up-coming showcase is called ‘A glimpse into the Past’ and it's going to be filled with unique artworks based on antiques like those.” Then, Rafayel turns to grab the coin purse from Sylus, who promptly smacks his hand.

“Wait your turn, Betta.”

Seems like Sylus refuses to call Rafayel by his name…Either way, it's very odd to see the two of them interacting, however it makes sense. They're the only two that would ever step foot into the Nest, besides Xavier, of course.

“Has Velveteen* stopped by recently? I'm sure he'd love to find some air and space commemorative coins.” Rafayel speaks after he finally got his hands on your coin purse, dumping it out on the table in front of him to sift through the change.

“He just got done with a little hunter's mission, so I'm sure he's gone home for a nap.” Sylus taps his index finger against his temple before he looks through the bills in his hand.

Since all you could do was sit in silence, you could…theorize on who Velveteen is?

It's definitely a type of rabbit…and he's a hunter…and he takes a lot of naps…

There's no way they know Xavier, right?

Nah, that would be…Well, that would be crazy, but everything that's happened today could be considered crazy so it wouldn't be a long shot for Xavier and Velveteen to be the same person…

After a few hours of looking, you finally got your big paycheck. It was a surprisingly large amount of money, and you were left with no leftover coins or bills.

You tuck your cash filled wallet back into your back and stand up. As you do, Rafayel slips a business card into your hand.

“You have a phone, right?” As he asks, he takes his own out and looks at you expectantly. “You can come over to my studio and pick up the painting.”

“Ah…” You'd rather not risk running into yourself– Gemini – so after you type his number in and call him so he can save your number, you clear your throat. “I’d prefer to meet up at Meow’s cafe or in Azure Square, if that's alright.”

“Hmm? Oh, that's fine with me. See you later, Comet.” Rafayel pockets his phone and his three coins before he leaves.

You let out a sigh of relief and put on your backpack, getting ready to leave as well, but then a hand grabs your wrist. Your eyebrows furrow and you turn around with an annoyed look in your eyes before you realize Sylus is who grabbed you.

“You need something else?” You relax your face and glance down at his hand around your wrist.

“I saw you were looking for a place to stay. Try finding the Moonflower apartments. You might find what you're searching for there.” Sylus lets go of your hand with a small smile and you're left wondering what exactly he meant by that.

Once outside of the Nest, you first head to a convenience store to grab some essentials like food, a few drinks, a notepad, and a pen before you try to find a place to crash for the night.

As you walk down the sidewalk, a voice catches your attention.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

You turn in the direction and spot a woman. She looks about ten years older than your mom.

“Me?” You look around, pointing at your chest and she nods, beckoning you over.

While you felt this was a stupid idea, you decided to shove down your instincts and approach the woman. Once you were close enough, her hands darted out to grab your own.

“You seem familiar.” She questions. “You…don't appear to be from here.”

Your eyes widen and you try to pull away from her grip, but she's a lot stronger than she looks.

“What the hell is wrong with you!?”

Bop

“Ouch!” You cover your head with your hands as you pout. “Geez lady, what's your deal?” You rub the back of your head, your skull lightly throbbing from where she smacked you.

“You've got less manners than your mother.” She clicks her tongue, rubbing her palm with a thumb. She must've hurt her hand when she hit you– serves her right.

Wait–

“How did you know my mom?” You ask with a hand on your hip.

“I first met her twenty-four years ago on this very street.” The older woman muses. “She appeared just as confused as you are now…She reminded me of my late daughter, so I took her in for a few days. A few days turned to months…then a year. She told me everything. I was even by her side when she was pregnant with her–” she lightly hits your shoulder, “–ungrateful child.”

“I'm sorry, lady!” You hold your hands up in defeat. “I seriously didn't know who you were.”

“That's alright, dearie. I didn't expect you to…It was just an old crone's wishful thinking.” She laughs before it turns into a hacking cough. “Sorry, the name's Josephine. Enough with all of that, it seems you need a place to stay. Why don't you stay at your mom's old place? I haven't touched it since she left.”

“My mom's…place?” You echo her words. Your nails biting into your palm as your hand clenched into a fist and you quickly nodded your head. “Sure, where is it?”

“I'll take you there…It's room 013 at the Moonflower apartments.”

I know this is really short, but I'm hoping my moodboards and other posts will make up for it! <3 The next chapter will probably be around 2k or 3k, I'm not too sure yet. I've only barely started it.

I hope I didn't lose you on the old coins portion. I was looking up antique coins and I found a bunch of ones that would look pretty as artwork! You don't need to know what they look like to enjoy the story, though.

*Carrion— a species of crow, they're known to harass predators and competitors that come in their territory

*Betta— a type of fish, known for their aggressive personalities. These types of fish are also intelligent; able to make calculated decisions based on specific details

*Velveteen— a breed of rabbit, but also a children's story. This breed of rabbit is most active during dawn or dusk, and prefers to sleep during the day and evening; in the children's story, this rabbit is said to long for love and friendship.

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[cy-cyborg]

Hi, I was wondering what sort of leg prosthetic would work well in a fight? I'm designing a magical girl OC with a prosthetic leg and want to incorporate a rather more pink and sparkly one into her magical girl form. I know you can get blades for running, but would those be better than a normal prosthetic for running and leaping around while bonking monsters with a magic stick?

Hey there, I think I remember seeing your question on my old account right? I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you!

So a blade probably wouldn't be ideal, but a hybrid might.

Blade prosthetics are very good for running, but are absolutely terrible for literally everything else, including standing or walking. Essentially, blade prosthetics are modeled off of digitigrade legs. For the non-furries on my page, digitigrade legs are what cats and dogs have on their back legs where it bends at the knee, then bends back the other way at a second joint before their feet.

[ID 1: A pair of black running blade prosthetics with yellow edges. Their wearer is out of frame but we can see they are running along a track. /end ID] [ID 2: A photo of a cheetah from the side. In the photo we can clearly see the structure of its legs, as described above. /End ID]

This is actually their ankle, and their "foot" is their toes. This arrangement makes these animals really fast and nimble, but it comes at the cost of lower balance. That's not an issue when you have another two legs to help keep you steady, but when you put that onto a human we start having issues. This is why if you watch any races where the competitors are using these prosthetics, they almost always fall over, especially the double leg amputees. Essentially, the shape and springiness of a blade gives you a massive speed advantage (so much so that amputee runner Oscar Pistorius had to be given disadvantages in order to compete in the Olympics with able-bodied runners) but it essentially moves the ankle joint and heel - the one our brains automatically know to weight bare through - up off the ground. The closest an able bodied person could get to the feeling of running on a blade would be to wear a pair of stilleto heels with the heal removed, and a spring on the bottom.

Hybrid feet though are a combination of blade feet and the regular feet amputees usually get. They are like tiny blades, but they usually have a foot-shell on the outside so you don't see it. These hybrid feet give you some of the extra padding and suspension you'd get from a running blade (which makes running/jumping etc more comfortable) as well as a bit of a speed boost, though not as much as the big ones, and they don't come at the cost of your balance, which you'r character will need when fighting.

Ossur's Flex foot range are a good one to look at for refeance, I used them when I was doing martial arts, as do a few friends of mine who are still doing it. This is a link to their website, it's got pictures of what they look like both internally and when people are using them, and I beleive theirs a booklet you can download on the page as well if you want to read into them a bit more. This isn't the only one of course, but it's the one I've used before:

I'm planning to do a breakdown in a little bit more detail about the different types of prosthetic feet and what they're good for eventually, but for what you described, I think this is what would work best.

[graneymar]

#1. NEYMAR: Bitter taste

SUMMARY: You and Neymar have been dating for only a few months when there were rumours about you being on vacation with your ex.

WARNINGS: angst

PAIRING: Neymar x female reader

Neymars POV:

Impossible. This can't be real. She would never do that. She loves me. I kept looking at the pictures and videos Y/N's ex posted on instagram a few days ago. She told me she'd be on vacation with her mother, but seemingly my fans knew better. They found recent pictures of her and her ex in Malta. I couldn't take my eyes off those pictures and stories. Pictures and videos of them at the beach together, clubbing, hugging, even kissing. Of course these images went viral instantly. Everyone was talking about how the "former playboy" Neymar Jr. got cheated on himself this time. Some people called it my karma, saying I deserved it. Others wished Y/N death in the comment section. But me? I felt nothing, pure emptiness. No emotions, no feelings. No sadness, no anger, nothing. Looking at her in these photos, I couldn't even recognize her as the woman I loved so much. She seemed so different. Her facial expressions, her gestures, her whole behavior. Who is she? Have I been really giving my all to someone I didn't actually know at the end of the day?

"Sinto muito irmão", Cris, one of my closest friends, texted me [I'm very sorry, bro]. Obviously he heard about the news already. I didn't even have the power or nerve to respond.

I was sitting outside on the terrace. It was about 8pm and Y/N was supposed to get here in about two hours. In those eight months we were together we have never been apart from each other for so long. We always managed to at least see each other at the weekends. Now she has been gone for three weeks and to be honest, I didn't even want her to come back. Thinking about how jealous she always used to be, how scared she was of losing me, and now it was her I saw in the arms of someone else.

I walked around the apartment, trying to find something to distract myself. The bottle of red wine I planned to drink with Y/N tonight caught my eye finally. Sinking into the couch I opened the bottle and couldn't stop myself from taking one sip after another. My family and friends called and texted me non-stop, reaching out to make sure I was alright, but I didn't want to talk to anyone. I switched my phone off and continued gazing at the TV that wasn't even on. All I saw was my reflection, sitting on the couch with a bottle of wine in my hands. Like a damn fool.

Soon enough, the second bottle was opened and I started feeling a little tipsy. No, I can't be here when she arrives. I can not stand looking or talking to her now. "Hey Kylian, what's up? Wanna go out tonight?", I called him after switching on my phone again, ignoring all the messages and missed calls. "Do you really think it’s a good idea to go out clubbing? Y/N will be there soon, you should probably talk it out", he replied.

"This is exactly what I don’t want and need. I've been sitting here overthinking it all for hours now. I need some distraction." It was clear to me that Kylian wasn't thrilled, but in the end, he agreed to get some drinks with me.

Y/Ns POV:

I could barely hold back a squeal of happiness the moment I opened the door to Neymars house. Three weeks without him felt like a year to me. I never thought I would miss someone so much.

Why are all the lights turned off? Weird. I expected him to wait for me, but didn't think of anything bad as I assumed he probably fell asleep on the couch, but no, he didn't. The only thing I saw were two empty bottles of red wine and a third one open. I laughed to myself "He really couldn’t wait and got drunk before I even arrived, hm?" Being sure that he already dozed off in the bedroom, I entered quietly, only to find the room empty. I slowly started worrying. Where the hell was he? What was going on? Is this another one of his stupid pranks? I tried to switch on my phone to see if he texted me anything, but the battery was dead. As I was looking for a charger, I noticed a little note at the side of my bed and picked it up.

I hope you had a great vacation with (your ex's name). Pack your stuff and be gone by tomorrow morning.

What the fuck? Where did this come from? My heart was racing, I started panicking. "Come on, come on, come on", I said as I tried to turn on my phone once more. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I finally was able to type in my code. I tried calling Neymar, but as expected, he didn't pick up. After the probably 7th call I decided to check if he posted something on his instagram story, revealing where he would be or what he was doing. He didn’t post anything, but Kylian did. He was out with Neymar, in some kind of club. Suddenly I got a text from my best friend. "Uhm, why is (your ex's name) posting pictures of you two together? Aren’t these old?" What did he do? I knew he never liked seeing Neymar and me together, but making up rumours?! For what? Did he really think I'd go back to him after he tried to destroy my relationship?

I searched (your ex's name) up on instagram and was in shock. He indeed posted pictures and videos of us together in Malta from a year ago. I scrolled through the comments. Some people were making of Neymar, saying he deserved to get played after everything he has allegedly done to women. But most of them wished me death, stating they expected me to cheat, I am so fake, I never loved Neymar but his money and fame only.

The tears started rolling down my cheeks as I sat down on the bed. How could he ever think I would actually cheat on him? Didn’t I show how much I loved him? Wasn’t I doing enough for him and our relationship? Glancing at the note he wrote once more, I shook my head. I wouldn’t just leave him like this. Not for some stupid cheating rumours.

Neymars POV:

I decided to spend the night at Kylians house, giving Y/N the opportunity to leave before I'd get home. Normally, going out with friends and drinking always distracted me for at least a few hours, but it didn’t help me at all last night. Quite the opposite even. My eyes were still red and puffy from all the crying. My throat was burning due to the amount of alcohol I drank.

Entering the house I could still smell her fragrance. I took a deep breath, knowing this was the last time I would be "that" close to her. Looking around I realised there really wasn’t any of her belongings, meaning she most probably read the note and left like I told her to. "Oh shit", I whispered to myself as I entered the living room, seeing the bottles of wine that left a disgusting smell. As a consequence of the heavy drinking from last night, I couldn’t stand to smell any form of alcohol, so I decided to spend some minutes on the terrace. To my surprise, the door stood open. I stepped out and saw Y/N sitting on the bench, drinking coffee. "What are you doing here?", I harshly asked, "I told you to leave by the morning."

"And you really think I would just leave you like that?" Her eyes were as red and puffy as mine. She looked like she hasn’t slept the whole night. My heart would actually break seeing her cry, especially knowing I was the reason, but this time I didn't even care. "Well, you really should since I fucking told you to." The tears in her eyes were forming again as she looked away from me. "Have you at least packed your bags?", I asked her. She shook her head from left to right. "Then I'm going to do it for you", I said going inside.

"Neymar", Y/N shouted following me. I opened the door to her closet and started taking her stuff out. "Can you at least hear me out? I just want to explain it all to you." I looked at her in disbelief and laughed sarcastically. "I don't need an explanation. Everything I need to know, I saw."

"But it isn’t true Neymar, I didn’t cheat on you." I let out an annoyed moan. "You want to tell me these pictures are photoshopped? You met him by accident and then decided to spend your vacation with him so you wouldn’t get bored with your mom? Honestly, just drop it. I don’t wanna hear shit from you." Watching her breaking down in tears made me swallow very hard, but I couldn’t give in, not after her cheating on me with her ex. "The pictures and videos he posted are old. It was on his birthday, last year."

"Mhm, and it’s just a coincidence you've been there on his birthday again right?"

"Actually, yes. You know he lives there. The year I've been with him I was there all the time. I even thought of moving there. Trust me, I don't give a damn about him anymore. I just fell in love with the island." We remained silent for a moment, while I continued to throw her belongings into a random suitcase I found. "I don't know how to prove it to you, Ney. I deleted all those pictures as soon as we got together. I can’t even show you they’re old." No response from me. "He always wanted to tear us apart because he knew you were the real reason I left him."

"Congratulations to him. He succeeded", I coldly replied. She took out her phone and started scrolling, "Here." From the corner of my eye, I saw her holding her phone up. "Y/N, I don't want to see anything. I don't even care anymore. We're done."

"But this is undeniable proof that he is lying", her voice got louder, which made me raise an eyebrow at her. "Undenibale proof you say, huh?" I took the phone out of her hand and saw her instagram story archive. The same pictures and videos he posted a few days ago. My heart stopped for a second when I saw the date. Over a year ago. Not even able to look at her, I handed her her phone back. I couldn’t say a word, I felt so stupid. "But if you wish for me to leave, I will", she broke the silence, ripping her stuff out of my hand, "I just wanted to let you know that I would never cheat on you and if you still decide to go separate ways, it’s okay. Just please know that I really do love you and could never do anything to hurt you." I watched her filling the suitcase with her clothes. "And for your future relationships, you should really consider talking to your girlfriend first before leaving her without even giving her a chance to explain herself", she somehow managed to say inbetween her sobs. "Y/N, baby…" I softly hugged her from behind and turned her around. She buried her face in my chest and started crying even harder. "I'm so sorry. I can’t believe I even thought you would do that to me. He just made everything seem so legit and real." We just stood there, no one saying a word until she calmed down a little. "I love you Neymar, I love you so much. How could you even believe it for a second?" she spoke up.

"I didn’t at first, but… what would you think? I knew you were actually there and all of a sudden these photos appear on his instagram. And it’s not even a year ago that you broke up with him. I was scared you could possibly go back." Y/N finally looked up, staring right into my eyes. "I love you, you idiot", she said before pecking my lips quickly. "I love you too." I wiped away her tears with my thumb. "How about we'll take a nap, order food later and watch some movies? I think none of us really slept this night." She yawned as she nodded. "Sounds good to me."

[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Found Gen 1 pt.67

Kiersten: Your phone is ringing again.

M:..

Kiersten: Please let me take you inside. It's freezing out here.

M:....

Kiersten: I know we haven't known each other that long, but you are my closest friend here and I care for you like a sister. So I’m going to be honest. I don't think Kason did whatever it is that Paris is trying to convince you of. And yes, I know he kept things from you.. but maybe he had a good reason. The love between you two is different.

M:......

Kiersten: I've never seen any man look at anyone the way that Kason looks at you. I'm not even sure he knows the female gender exist outside of you. You need to talk to him. You told me yourself, he's never done anything to make you distrust him.

Finally she breaks her silence.

M: No, he never has. I swear I'm not trying to be close minded here. I want to talk and give him a chance to tell me its not what it looks like, but...

Kiersten: It's her isn't it?

M: Why does she know the girl in that photo? Why would Kason spend time with anyone that would willingly associate with her.

Kiersten nods in understanding

Kiersten: This is why you need to talk to him. Only he can answer those questions for you, AND! when you do, don't let what Paris said cloud your judgement. She's a bitter and jealous women, Kason is your husband, your soulmate.

M: What if I don't like the answers I get? Then what?

Kiersten shakes her head, a genuine smile lit up her gorgeous face. She takes M by the hand helping her onto her feet. She wraps a reassuring arm around M’s waist, pulling her in close, both for comfort and warmth while leading her towards the exit.

Kiersten: Its going to be okay. Come on, we can call him when we get inside.

For the second time that evening Kiersten was M’s guide to safety. Sheltering her from the cold and attempting to shield her mind from the thoughts that threatened to consume her normally jovial friend.

The Gratz Backyard

Kason: Well, they aren't here.

Rufus: We could go inside. What's the harm?

Kason: Do you want to explain to a sleepover full of kids that we don't know where their mothers are?

Rufus: I'm sure that wouldn't please your mother-in-law either. You've made your point.

Kason could feel himself reaching a point of desperation. They'd been searching for M and Kiersten for almost 2 hours and no one but Paris had seen them leave. Neither were answering the phone and it was getting noticeably colder as the night dragged on.

Kason: Let's head to your place. The temperature is dropping I doubt they're hanging around outside.

Kason checked his phone for the millionth time. The ringer was on full volume but It hadn't made a sound all evening. He checked anyway, trying to stay positive as they hurry up the street hoping to find his heart.

The Walter’s house

Kiersten watched M from the kitchen. She'd been staring at her phone for 10 minutes before dropping her head onto the table. She was supposed to be texting Kason but had yet to muster up the courage.

Kiersten: I told you. I can just call Rufus and tell him we’re here. I'm sure they're together. Kason must be worried.

M: What do I say when I see him?

Her voice muffled by the table.

Kiersten: You tell him what you saw and then you ask your questions and listen.

She lifts her head from the table with notable effort. She was tired, cold and her stomach was tying its self into water knots. She’d already abandoned her cup of coffee and had completely ignored the plate of Spooky cookies Kiersten had laid out, more out of politeness than M’s willingness to consume anything since Paris’s little bombshell.

M: This feels so strange. Normally when I have a problem I talk to Kason.

Kiersten: It's easy to see you two love each other but so obvious that you’ve never hit a bump in the road. In your relationship I mean. I have a feeling yours will pass quickly.

M: Why?

Kiersten: Because, I know he didn't do it, and so do you. Your upset because your confused. For the first time he did something uncharacteristic but who's to say its a bad thing.

M refused to look Kiersten in the face even though her tone almost demanded her attention. She didn’t want her to see how she clung to those words like a lifeline.

M: I hope you’re right.

Just outside Kason and Rufus rush into the house. Once inside they hurry to their respective partners gathering and fussing over the women to be sure they were unharmed.

Kason: Thank the watcher! M are you okay? I've been trying to call you.

She nods to avoid making eye contact.

Rufus: Ya could have called me.

Kiersten: I'm sorry My love.

As Kiersten and Rufus embraced and whispered sweet comforts to each other Kason takes M by the hand and without a word leads her into the Walter’s backyard.

The air had a bite to it, as the breeze blew in from the coast. The only sound was the whispers of the wind and the constant swaying of multicolored leaves as they dried and fell to the ground with the faintest tap.

Kason: Mercury

M: who is she?

Her voice, barely above a whisper, carries in the empty yard.

Kason: Her name is Madison.

He waits, knowing she needed to be in control of this situation. He didn’t rush her, allowing her time to think her next question through.

M: And?

She finally responds, a hint of irritation coating her tone. 

Kason: And nothing M. I met Madison at the clinic the day of Comets appointment. She was there with her cat. She said hello and we talked for a while. That was it.

M: That was it?! Then why are there two pictures of you!

Kason was taken back. He couldn't recall a time he'd heard M truly raise her voice in anger. The furrow in her brow wasn't the same as when she was intensely focused, but he knew why. He wasn’t ignorant to what she was truly upset about, but he didn’t want her to ask because he didn’t have an answer yet.

Kason: After my meeting on Saturday, Madison was at the cafe with friends when I got there. She came over to say hi.

It wasn’t a total lie but it wasn’t the truth and it killed him to not tell her everything.

M: She's friends with Paris.

Kason: Mercury, I swear I had no idea she was friends with Paris.

Mercurys phone rings, its Takara. She ignores it.

M: But Paris..

Kason: M please, listen to me. I don't know what Paris said or what she tried to make this seem like but it isn't true. You know me Mercury I would never do anything to hurt you. Why would I? I’d be an idiot to trade you, or what we have for any woman.

He takes a step forward. She takes one back. That single step made her feel miles away instead of inches. She had never moved away from his embrace. It was a first and it hurt like hell.

M: The hardest part is in my heart I know I should trust you, I want to trust you but it hard to ignore the what’s right in my face Kason. If she’s just your friend, finding out about her like this feels wrong. I don't know what part Paris had to play in all this, but YOU lied to me. YOU kept her a secret, not Paris. You.

She walked past him and leaves. Taking with her everything he felt made him whole.

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[look-at-the-soul]

The Photoshoot - Part 51

Cillian Murphy

Series master list: Part 1 (2014), Part 2 (2015)

Word count: 3,331

Summary: Just a lovely chapter for this couple, they’re both working in the upcoming Peaky Blinders S3, and we get to see a little BTS 😉

Cillian sat quietly in front of the make up mirror quietly, staring at his reflection while Loz worked around him, preparing some of the things she’d use. Like usual, he zoned out lost in his thoughts without realizing it until he heard a familiar voice filling the trailer.

“Hello, hello!” Yael greeted with her usual charming attitude, a wide smile decorating her lips and the inseparable camera hanging from her shoulder.

Kissing Loz on the cheek because she was the closest to the entrance, Yael proceeded to charge into her husband barely giving him time to react. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Cillian got lost in her sent and her warm welcome.

“How about we give you guys a minute?” Loz proposed with a smirk, inviting the wardrobe responsible out of the trailer.

Pulling his wife onto his lap, Cillian sighed quietly. “Why didn’t you tell me what time you’d arrive?”

“I did… sent you a text.” Yael defended with a frown.

“No you didn… did.” He corrected himself after looking at his screen, he didn’t realize of her message.

Yael chuckled. “Anyways, missed you.”

Finding her lips once more, he murmured into her mouth that he had missed her too.

Eventually Cillian adjusted his trousers as he stepped outside his trailer, fully dressed as his character, Tommy Shelby while holding the peak cap in his hands.

“Ready? This way please.” His assistant, Lindsay instructed him.

In silence, he followed her. Everything felt surreal, he was back for another season, the same story just a different chapter in the Shelby’s lives, yet a lot of things felt different.

He was lost in his own thoughts as he walked in front of the impressive Arley Hall, until a familiar figure appeared in his eyesight. His wife was doing the infamous hand-test to catch the best spot for photographs, according to her, she twirled slowly while holding up her hand towards her face, if the inside of her hand caught any shadows, she kept twirling until it was completely illuminated.

This was to ensure there wouldn’t be a single shadow on the object’s face.

“Have you found your spot, darling?” He questioned in the characteristic brummie accent.

Turning around, Yael squealed delighted by his voice. “Over there, Mr. Shelby.”

And she guided him with a smile right before walking back to take her place several steps away. From this angle, she was able to capture most of the front of the house, she then asked Cillian to pose for her, right by the door with his eyes away from the camera. He was a camera’s favorite, all angles worked good on him, all poses. She had missed working with him, just like the first time.

She could see the way his jaw tensed, so Yael decided to end the photos right there but asked the team to move further into the empty land around the property.

“They told me we would have a few horses available for the shooting?” She asked with curious eyes, eager to see Tommy in his element.

“Yes, bringing them now!” Someone informed her.

While they were waiting, Yael started to check out the first photos in her camera when a hand brushed her bum deliberately, gasping in response she turned around only to then breaking into a deep blush and giggles at the sight of her husband.

“You looked so focused I couldn’t resist it.” Cillian whispered.

Placing one of her hands on his chest, Yael pushed him playfully. “Take a look.”

Finding a golf cart no long after, they were taken to the next stop.

As they brought the horse over, Cillian immediately allowed Tommy to step in and the mere glimpse of the interaction was captured by Yael’s lens, she simply walked around, not giving Cillian any instructions she wanted to capture their complicity in the most pure way. Those photos weren’t probably what they were looking for, but they’d go straight to Yael’s favorite album.

“May I have one looking over here, Sir?”

Her choice of words caught Cillian’s attention right away, fixing his eyes on her, Cillian raised an eyebrow and rolled his shoulders to put on a serious face, it was a bit hard to stay in character whilst having his wife biting her lower lip while snapping the shutter.

“Right there, hold it for me… one, two.” Yael fixed her eyes on him, pleased with the results captured in her camera. “I think we’re done. Thank you everybody.”

Cillian shuddered at the memory that just flashed before his eyes, this is exactly how they started, with Yael behind her camera, the unmistakable connection between them, Yael trusting her instincts and experience. And he ended up marrying her.

The best part of working with his wife was that he could trust her blindly, she had that magic touch and her work was always impeccable.

***

“Hello pumpkin.” Bryan greeted his daughter as he opened the door, but he was met with a huge canvas covering her. “Oh, need a hand with that?”

“Hey daddy, please!”

Taking it from her, they both stepped inside Yael’s apartment.

“How was the shooting sweetheart?” Isla asked standing from the couch.

“Incredible, the horses are amazing.” Yael replied, looking around to find the best place to hang the portrait. “Here, take a look.”

Taking off the black fabric covering the canvas, she was pleased to hear her mother’s gasp.

“I thought it was a painting, not a picture.” Bryan studied his son in law’s portrait.

“You can print photographs into canvas now, amazing huh?” Yael explained with excitement. “But I think it needs something else to make it look vintage.”

“I’ve an idea, Bryan love can you bring me the bag that’s in the trunk of the car please?” Isla requested while helping her daughter to brung the portrait down. “You can paint over it.”

“Guess we can try, do you it will work?”

Her mother chuckled. “I saw on the news the other day a guy selling paintings on the street, but someone realized it was just a print and he added touch ups of paint.”

“You had two bags, so I brought you both.” Bryan stated from the door. “Shall I start dinner already?”

“Lee-Anne called to say that Dean was stuck in traffic.” Isla explained.

Yael nodded and decided to text her friend to let her know she was home so she and her sister could arrive anytime they wanted and Dean as he got the chance.

“Alright turn that lamp on for me dear, where are my glasses?” Isla asked herself out loud. Before Yael could point at her head, Isla laughed feeling them. “Here they’re.”

“How much space should we use?” Yael took several steps back to check out the portrait. Her mother joined her a moment later.

Isla walked towards the canvas again and pointing her brush, she proposed a spot. “Here? Like it’s part of the tree.”

Titling her head, Yael smiled. “I’m so glad I listened to your idea, it looks fabulous!”

Isla knew a lot about painting, she took a course as therapy around the time Yael’s accident, back then she needed an outlet and that along with moving into the lake house helped her a lot.

She then explained her daughter, they’d let the paint dry completely and the following day they could add a setting layer.

“That must be Lee-Anne and her sister.” Yael went to open the door.

Welcoming the girls in, they linked their arms around each other. “It’s been so long.”

“We brought these.” Lee-Anne’s sister presented some appetizers and other sides for dinner.

“It’s great you were around, haven’t seen you in ages.” Yael welcomed her as well. She lived in another city and both sisters visited each other, the previous weekend there was a ballet they’d both attend, therefore her sister visiting Lee-Anne.

“Right? I’m a bit nervous about meeting your husband to be honest.”

“I’ve told her Cillian is so down to earth.” Lee-Anne explained moving towards the kitchen to greet her friend’s parents.

Yael nodded, hoping he would arrive soon.

As Bryan placed dinner in the oven, they started to eat some of the appetizers, luckily no long after, Cillian walked into the apartment.

“Look who I found about to ring the bell.” He stepped aside to reveal Dean behind him.

Yael and Lee-Anne’s faces lit up respectively as they saw their men.

“How was the screen test?” Yael asked her husband quietly, she knew he wouldn’t reveal much about the project with people around.

They changed a few things over the Duchess role, like the name and actress so it turned out longer than he expected. But he was cautious to not explain it right there.

“Good.” He smiled sweetly at her and went to shake Bryan’s hand. “Hope it’s not too late.”

“Right on time, we left some appetizers for you.” Isla swooned at him, Cillian had a special place in her heart.

“Thanks I’m starving.” He went to wash his hands and he returned to the living room, he looked from Lee-Anne to her sister. “I didn’t know you had a twin.”

“Oh we’re not.” Lee-Anne explained.

“My God! Cillian! You knew they aren’t twins.” Yael smacked him playfully in the arm.

Lee-Anne’s sister chuckled nervously, startled by Cillian’s sense of humor.

“Woah, this smells incredible.” Dean took a deep breath, the food was mouthwatering.

Cillian felt his phone buzzing in his pocket as he was holding the drinks. “Love, you want to look at this.”

“Ow I miss him.” Yael pouted.

“Isla, look my brother sent me a video of Scout, he’s curled up in Yael’s blanket.”

“Oh my heart, his face.” She gushed over the black lab. He was such a good boy, always looking after Yael.

Going back to the dining room, they brought the things they needed.

“I just want to say I’m so happy to have my little girl back home. And all of you over of course.”

Yael leaned her head on her father’s shoulder, touched by her Dad’s words.

“Luckily we’ll spend some more time around now.” She then realized she should be careful with how much she shared, even with her family and closest friends, so she changed the topic. “I’ve a couple of shootings programmed around the next few months, so we’ll be back and forth.”

“How could I forget?!” Lee-Anne’s sister expressed. “A friend of mine bought an ancient property and it’s turning it into an hotel boutique, it’s in Scotland… would you like to take the photographs?”

Yael looked at her confused, Dean was also a photographer, she didn’t want to get involved in any kind of trouble.

“Oh don’t worry, Dean is into wild animals photography plus he’s got those dates booked.” Lee-Anne explained, reading her friend’s mind.

“It’s late in September.” Her sister clarified. “He said whoever did it would stay for free.”

Patting his wife’s thigh, Cillian caught her attention. “You should do it babe, you said you wanted to go back.”

She stared into Cillian oceans eyes, thinking of the Peaky Blinders schedule. She’d need to organize the best dates.

“Well I guess it’s settled then.” Yael smiled.

“Awesome, I’ll text my friend tomorrow.”

“If you need a hand with the lights let me know.” Lee-Anne joked.

Cillian stood up and went to the kitchen to grab something when the loud laugh from the room filled the space, he had been so engrossed in the script lately that he just realized how much he needed a moment like this; having a good laugh, seeing his wife smiling non-stop, listening to other people’s stories.

He felt extremely grateful to get another chance to do what he loved the most, going back both on set and location to film the next part of his character’s story so people could enjoy it, it meant everything to him.

But this… a moment like this, it was priceless.

“I know that look.” Yael’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

She wrapped her arms around his torso from behind, resting her head between his shoulder blades.

“I’m just enjoying these moments, you know having them over.” Cillian covered her hands with his own, swaying softly.

Bryan’s laugh resonated, followed by Dean’s.

“Remind me to thank your parents for filling the fridge before they go.”

“Will do, now come with me… I want to show you something.”

Intertwining their hands, Yael lead her husband to her studio.

“I still need to add the frame tho, but… I really really liked how it’s turning out.”

Cillian held his breath at the sight of the huge portrait before his eyes… there he was, well more like Thomas Shelby, holding his horse’s reins.

His inmutable expression showed power, he was giving arrogant vibes, he exuded this insufferable stare, showing off his wealth with an I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude.

He was blown away by Yael’s ability to capture Tommy’s essence, it was all there right in the surface. It was a strange feeling to see himself staring back at him.

“You changed it somehow right? This is not the version I saw on your camera.” Cillian stated finally a couple of minutes later.

Yael squealed silently, excited that her husband noticed.

“I used some filters to alter the saturation and light… and then Mum helped me paint some trees over the edge. It’s a masterpiece if you ask me.”

Cillian couldn’t help the wide smile that appeared in his lips. “It is, Tommy Shelby would be so proud.”

“I got a few samples for the frame, but this one…” she moved around to grab a piece “really makes it stand out.”

It was flashy, but deep down he knew Yael’s pick would make Tommy nod in agreement, the bigger, the better.

“If you want my opinion…. I’d choose the same.”

“Do you think Steven will like it?” Yael could help but bit her lower lip.

But Cillian’s soft chuckle and sudden hand rubbing her back was all the approval she needed. “He’ll go nuts about it.”

Satisfied with her work, Yael then pulled him by the hand.

“Alright Mister, let’s go back there before they come looking for us, I don’t think you want them gushing about a big-arse painting about you.”

Cillian raised an eyebrow playfully. “Watcha talking about?” He asked in a mastered Brummie accent. “‘Course I do, this will be hanging as a trophy.”

“Well… let’s bring Lee-Anne first, she’ll tease you endlessly.”

He shook his head profusely. “I was thinking of your Mum.”

Yael laughed by his words, he knew Isla was his biggest fan.

“…the thing about goods like that, the price gets controlled by big companies.” They heard Bryan explain as they approached the table again.

“Even if it has the potential to turn things around?” Dean asked with interest.

“Specially for that reason.” Yael heard her father explain and she was transported back in time to the days when Bryan would help her with her homework, he wouldn’t give her the answers, he’d go above and beyond to explain her absolutely everything until she could reach the point of reasoning the meaning behind it. “Just look at the health system… it doesn’t work!”

“You took the wrong career Dad.” Yael pouted.

Lee-Anne came around the table to help her clean it. “I’d vote for you Bryan in a heartbeat.”

“Ah stop, although my love here,” he caught Isla’s hand as she was walking past him, “would be happy to get rid of me for a little while.”

“You’re too good for that job darling, corruption would frustrate you.” She rubbed his shoulder lovingly.

“There’s always an exception tho.” Cillian interjected casually, he was thinking of himself, somehow he had managed to stay away from Hollywood’s spot light.

“Baby, would you take my portrait? For my campaign?” Bryan joked winking at Yael.

“Of course!”

“And Cillian can show me how to deal with the reporters.” He continued while Cillian nodded profusely.

“Just answer the first thing that comes to your mind, they don’t know the truth.” He cackled.

“Sometimes they ask the weirdest things.” Yael made a funny face. “When was the last time you used the tube? Do you still have vynils?”

“Do you?” Lee-Anne asked Cillian in a serious tone that made everyone laugh.

Cillian was still laughing as they waved their guest goodbye, he had to admit they made him have a great time and recharge his batteries for the upcoming season.

“Tomorrow it’s going to be crazy.” Yael groaned softly, pulling her hair up in a messy bun, making a mental note of the photos she’d take of Annabelle Wallis and the child that would play Charlie, Tommy’s son, they were still trying to decide between two boys, so she’d take both portraits to print it into a canvas as well. Then they’d fly back home.

Cillian rubbed his eyes tiredly, flicking the lights off.

Climbing in bed, Yael brought her laptop immediately editing some of the photos she took, messing around the images, she started adding different escenarios in the background, Tommy and Grace’s were already in b&w… now if only she could find the perfect place.

“Coliseum, Eiffel Tower or Statue of Liberty?” She asked as her husband emerged from the en-suite.

Cillian froze and gave his wife a confused look.

“I’m going to print a photo for Tommy’s office, so pick a place.” She explained showing him the screen.

Leaning on the bed, Cillian patted her thigh to sit next to her, then he brought a hand to his mouth and stared at the images Yael had been working on.

“Tommy wouldn’t go back to France, although it looks nice.” Rubbing his chin he looked from one image to the other. “Grace went to New York the first time, so I guess they’d go there… this is brilliant.”

It’s the small things after all, but he genuinely thought adding a photograph as part of the props of the show was a fabulous idea. Turning his head, he searched for his wife’s lips.

“Speaking of which… I’ve something for you.” Walking towards his bag, he looked inside for a box. “Thought this is a nice way to show you some love for all your support over the show.”

Coming back into bed, he ran his fingers over the edge.

“It’s a little something… but I want you to know your encouragement, support and effort means everything to me. I couldn’t do this without you, you know that right?”

The gesture caught Yael by surprise, she was still processing his words.

“Some time ago I gave you the caravan necklace.” Opening the box, he turned it around so she still couldn’t see what was inside. “Now, each season I’m going to add a little charm related to the show.”

Cillian finally let the bracelet hang from his fingers, separating the charms.

“I added a camera, because well… that’s how we met.” He smiled adoringly.

Yael stared at him with tears threatening to come down her cheeks. Her eyes fixed on the charms hanging from the bracelet now around her wrist; there was a razor blade, a horseshoe, the camera he mentioned and a small clock.

“Cill this is… I don’t even know what to say, I love it! I love you!” She managed to whisper right before throwing herself into his loving arms.

It was safe to say that his wife liked the present. He thought it was cheesy, but deep down if it wasn’t for Yael’s support he wouldn’t be make it by himself, and he didn’t mean it because she helped him act, no but because she was there for him in so many ways.

“Well I didn’t buy you anything, but just let me show you how grateful I am too for everything you do.” She confessed before pulling his body to cover hers.

Thank you so much for following up this story! I hope you enjoyed this chapter (it was a joy for me to write! ) 🥰✨💕

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[scarefox]

Ok since we are already talking about the toxic side of shipping culture. Here is a post that is marinating in my drafts since weeks

And since we today finally got the closest Net & James ever got since months on a picture / video, let me rant a little

Because it is so very obvious that they are not allowed to be seen on each others posts atm due to the fan backlash of their separation... and this is so fucking sad. EVEN THO they ended their acting-partnership clearly stating they are still friends and supporting each other. That nothing bad happened between them. AND it is also so obvious that they are constantly at the same events. If it's Domundi group events, some party, birthdays, concerts from their coworker etc. There are so many photos and videos of Net and James taken few seconds apart, almost standing next to each other. You can see by the location, background, their clothes, the people standing next to them.

But the problem with this is, that people think they had a fight and this must be the true reason for their separation...

If they had bad blood they would not still like each others posts. And sure as hell would not sit near each other at such a big event in the photo, where they could sit next to whoever from their coworkers. They just had to put Nat between them so toxic shippers can't use this as "NetJames reuniting" or whatever.... (also once again reminder: James did not quit acting nor Domundi, he just quit from one acting job while Net stayed and gets a new partner... why is this even such a drama)

They can't win this either way:

if they show they are still hanging out and interact, the toxic shippers will keep annoying and begging them to get back "together" and continue their actor-ship instead of Net getting a new partner. It could even endanger Nets new partner getting hate, if they keep showing up together. (he already got hate for being excited that "Love Upon a Time" can now finally get started since he found a new partner, but he didn't show excitement when James still was his partner... people with brain might understand why that is, when James was unsure about his decision since months which paused the project)

but staying on distance looks like the haters are right that they had a fallout even though they said they are still friends. Hater and toxics eat that up and are looking for who of them to blame for the ship bubble to burst (which is James because how dare he quit a job for multiple personal reasons that are nobodies business but are officially: James has other life goals he wants to focus on as well & got a leg injurie that takes forever to heal properly. But unofficial yet also obvious: James mental health & some secret issue they mentioned but don't tell, which means it is nobodies business)

I would love them to go option 1 with a clear shut down message to the problematic crowd.

It's sad and ridiculous. I just hope this doesn't harm their friendship behind the screens....

It's so mindboggling for me how so many people are (still !!!) looking for someone to blame and put hate onto, even though it's one of the most peaceful and understandable mutually agreed on separations... I don't get it, why people can't just leave it at that and be happy about the good things they both gave us as a duo. But instead they have to turn it into a war... like it's not even the first time ship partners go different ways or someone drops out of a production for personal reasons. Chill.... there are worse things in life. And I say that as big NetJames fan. Like half of the NetJames posts in the tumblr tag are from me.

I have to admit that they both felt more distant with their online presence for months before James quit LUAT. Maybe they tried to soft launch the separation since they knew for a while. Maybe they drifted apart as people. But watching their last fan meeting vlog together, they seemed fine despite them not hanging on each other the whole time. Also their snowboard trip, they both had friendly jokes with eo on xitter and on the photos literally a day before James injury and him dropping out of the drama shortly after.

But those (and the OffGunTayNew thing) are reasons why I hate this real shipping culture in this current form. Don't get me wrong I do love actors having fun together, fun-flirting and them enjoy fanservice even on the most unhinged levels they feel comfortable with. So many of the actors clearly state nowadays that they are not dating, that they are just buddies, coworkers and teasing for fun and good vibes. NetJames were always honest about that too. But some fans are still not able to take the "shipping glasses" down and separate between the acting jobs, promo and them just being coworkers who are also friends. Even if they would have dated for real and now broke up it still wouldn't be fans business to butt in and demand explanations on who, why and what and then even demand them to stay together despite it not working for them.

[porcupine-girl]

Our Song S3: Commercial Break

While I work on editing episode 5, I've posted a special chapter on AO3, with all the Our Song-related stuff I saw (and bought) in China!

You can read it here on AO3 or below the cut:

First off, a literal word from our sponsor: I found a UBEST ad. For a country where a lot of the population is lactose intolerant, there are a lot of milk ads. I guess when a lot of your potential market is lactose intolerant you have to advertise your milk more heavily than here.

I very much wish I'd been able to see someone in concert while I was there, but nobody I could find happened to be playing either of the cities on the few days I'd be there (Joker played Beijing DAYS after I left! 😫). But I did see ads for Jam Hsiao coming to Shanghai in August:

Wait... Who tf is Jam Hsiao, you may ask? You'll find out in episode 5!

Thanks to a tip from marlo-noni on tumblr, I found two "idol stores" in the Shanghai Jing'an Joy City mall, which were ground zero for merch. These stores were about 75% K-pop, but there was a decent amount of merch for Chinese singers and actors, along with a few current cdramas.

Photo cards are very popular, little playing-card-sized random photos of celebrities, some of which look official and some of which look like selfies from their social media. You can buy these singly, or in packs of like ten, or in actual decks. I didn't buy any, but I saw some for both Wang Sulong and Joker Xue:

I also saw some for Zhou Shen, who was in Season 1 of Our Song, but I forgot to take a photo of those. The first store especially also had a ton of these 6"x18" double-sided banners. This was the only Liu Yuning merch I saw on my trip! There were a ton of these but I bought these two, LYN and Joker (photos show first one side and then the other):

In the second photo, the text on Joker's banner reads 你是我今生未完成的歌 (You are the unfinished song of my life), lyrics from his song 未完成的歌 (Unfinished Song) from his 2009 album of the same name. The text on LYN's banner reads 一束光 / 黑夜的2 (A beam of light in the dark of night 2). 黑夜一束光 is the name of one of the songs on his 2019 album 十.

I also bought this Joker Xue bookmark (front and back):

The first idol store was also where I got an ACTUAL PIECE OF OUR SONG MERCH! It's got Xiao Zhan, who was on season 1, not 3, which you can watch here (it says 2 but it's 1)—the store had a whole section for Xiao Zhan merch.

Honestly, I almost didn't notice it in with all the other Xiao Zhan stuff—I don't even remember him wearing this outfit, though apparently he wore it for some of the promotional photos like this one. I eventually noticed the Our Song logo, though. I have to wonder if I would have seen other Our Song merch around if I'd actually been in China while it was airing, or if this was only made because of XZ's popularity (as a singer, overall he's not nearly as big a star as some people they've had on the show, but among people who shop at idol stores he may be the biggest lol).

My white whale of this trip was to buy at least one actual physical CD from an artist I like, or at least someone I know of. I asked on multiple subreddits where I might be able to buy CDs in China, only to be told over and over again that Chinese artists don't release physical media anymore and nobody cells Chinese CDs. The closest thing I got to a real answer was someone who suggested a bookstore chain they thought might maybe stock CDs at some locations, but with the warning that they probably mostly or only sold western artists. This turned out to be the biggest bookstore chain in China (and run by the government, unsurprisingly); I went to at least a couple different locations as well as many other bookstores and not a single one had CDs.

Finally, a couple days from the end of my trip, I was looking for more idol stores in Beijing and had the idea to Google where to get K-pop stuff, since the idol stores were mostly K-pop (the idol stores actually did sell K-pop CDs, as did a couple other places I saw, but not a single Chinese CD). This is what finally led me to a blog post about places to get K-pop stuff in Beijing, including CDs, which mentioned the store Disc in the Chaoyang Joy City mall! (Joy City seems to be a big mall chain in China, I went to two different ones in Beijing on top of the one in Shanghai.)

Unfortunately, once I got inside there were signs saying no photos - I'm not really sure why, but I really didn't want to get kicked out so I didn't take any! Which is a shame, because talk about hitting the jackpot! The very first thing I saw when I walked in was a bunch of George Lam CDs, along with Hacken Lee (who was a senior in S1).

I have no idea how the discs were organized, honestly. I think maybe the first section was Cantopop, since George and Hacken both recorded mostly in Cantonese and there was also a lot of Wang Fei (who has never been on Our Song afaik but I have some of her songs, she's recorded in both languages). Then was clearly Mandarin stuff, and maybe vaguely sort of in alphabetical order but not very strictly? And maybe also by genre? There were no signs on the shelves that I could find explaining the organization, listing genres or anything.

I opened my notes app and made a note with "Where can I find these?" in Chinese along with a list of the artists all in hanzi, but thankfully the guy I found to help me actually spoke pretty good English. I still showed him the list because it just seemed easiest. He knew exactly which ones they had in stock and where to find them.

They had two of Penny Tai's albums, a couple from Wang Sulong, a bunch of albums from Da Zhangwei's band The Flowers, one Da Zhangwei CD/DVD, and a bunch of Joker Xue albums. (As an example of the weird organization, the Da Zhangwei album was shelved with the Flowers albums, which suggest genre but not alphabetical, and Joker's stuff was on an endcap in a totally different part of the store that I never would have found.) I wound up buying a Flowers double album and Joker Xue's latest, Countless (I already knew I loved the title track from this album):

I will not say how much I paid for these; let's just say that the Joker CD was somewhat reasonably priced while the Flowers CD, which was released in 1999 and this is probably a copy from then, cost way more than I was hoping to spend. 😬 But I have yet to find a single Flowers album on eBay or yesasia.com or even iTunes—the few Flowers songs I have in my playlist I've ripped from YouTube—so I bought it. The guy helping me actually handed it to me telling me it was their best album; I'd assumed he was trying to sell me the most expensive one but believe it or not this double album was actually the cheapest one they had! I forget which album it was but one of the Flowers CDs was going for 1000RMB ($137)!

Joker's album, Countless, cost a little more than I'd normally pay for a CD in the US, but when I got it home and finally opened it, it very much earned that price! I was not expecting it to be full of more merch. It's in a very nice grey box to start with, then on top there was a black envelope that, when I opened it, contained several index-card-sized black and white photos of Joker. Plus instead of just simple liner notes with lyrics, there was a full little photo book, with the lyrics on the smaller black half-pages in between:

Also! I could not get a photo of this, but I heard Hu Xia's song 那些年 (which you'll see him perform soon) in the wild! We were eating breakfast at a pastry shop in Beijing and they were playing it! What's really funny is that my son realized it at the exact same time I did—"Mom, this is a song from your playlist!"

Of course, Our Song merch wasn't all I was looking for in China—to see some of the other merch and ads I saw, keep an eye on my PG Goes to China tag on Tumblr; I made some posts while I was there but I'll also be posting several themed roundups over the next couple of weeks! I might even post a few photos of boring things like the Great Wall and Forbidden City.

I promise next time I will be back with more actual Our Song. Until then, here is 无数, the title track I love so much from Countless:

[ultimateloserboy]

im back with another fluffybird post baby!! yall are so wrong about how they flirt with eachother. i hate to use the word flirting cuz i feel like theyre too nonsensical to flirt like normal people but thats the closest word to describe it. i hate to talk about this cuz its kind of cringe but it’s literally suggested in canon, so as the #1 fluffybird poster i lay down my dignity and will talk about the cringefail puppet men. im sure some people need help writing them and their dynamic so here i am to deliver

to put it simply- duck is the forward one, because that’s literally his whole character. BUT, thats the problem. duck says things like theyre common sense, and usually in an argumentative way. so when duck is saying sweet things like “we’re close, you’re my best friend” it doesn’t get taken seriously and just turns into a petty little comedic argument. because nobody takes duck seriously, and red guy is DEEP in denial anyway. so duck could be like “we’ve been married for fifty years our anniversary is tomorow” and red guy would be like “we never got married, what the hell are you talking about?” and duck would pull out photos of a random straight couple at the alter and be like “look i have pictures in the house wallet” and a laughtrack would play or whatever

but the thing about red guy is, when hes being sweet to the other two it means a LOT more because of how distanced he tends to keep himself. duck EXPECTS an argument when he says nice things to red guy, so if red guy says “yeah actually we DID get married fifty years ago it was quite nice” duck will have no clue what to say. he’ll be absolutely flabbergasted. duck isnt used to people returning his affections (at least not the people he wants. rip yellow guy) so when red guy repeats ducks words it throws him for a loop.

basically im spreading flustered duck propaganda, but in the sense that hes also forward. hes flustered when red guy properly responds cuz he cant take what he dishes out. this is post-fridge scene, to clarify. the whole marriage argument would be pre-fridge scene. i think they’d communicate differently depending on where they are in their character arcs, which is kind of a circle, considering their memory loss n all. anyway goodnight fluffybird nation

[monsta-x-jagi]

Crown and Chrome - Chapter 1

Synopsis: How you meet Kihyun for the first time, in the past and in the present when he comes back to you

Word count: 3.9k

Triggers: none

Author’s notes: MX members are all different ages, assume seasons occur like in the southern hemisphere

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The Present

You glanced at the photo frames on Hyungwon’s desk as he looked over the papers you just handed him. Cherub cheeked smiling faces looked back at you, much like the round cheeks Hyungwon had. Hyungwon’s children, whom you had met several times and even bought Christmas presents for.

“Miss y/n, are you busy this weekend?” Hyungwon asked, without looking up from his papers.

“Aside from your party, no. Was there anything you needed?”

“Yes, actually,” he said, finally looking up at you. “Go on a date.”

You looked back at him, confused. “Oh um I wasn’t aware you were…”

“Of course it’s not for me,” he groaned. “It's for you. I want you to go on a date this weekend.”

You had a similar conversation with the two Mr Lees on the executive team. Currently, you three were milling about in the break room.

“Y/n, when are we getting invitations for your wedding?” Lee Minhyuk asked. 

“I don’t know, how much notice do you require?”

Minhyuk groaned and Lee Hoseok laughed at your reply. 

“Y/n, the only notice we’ve been getting is how badly your dates fail,” Hoseok said. 

“Yeah, y/n, live life a little bit,” Minhyuk said while he raised his coffee mug in a toast. 

Minhyuk and Hoseok had recently become architectural directors after being at your company for as long as you can remember. But in the time they climbed the corporate ladder, you jumped up several rungs when you inherited a majority share holding in MX Property Development. Prior to that, you were the head of legal affairs, but now you dealt with all the executive jobs your mother left you after she jetted off to the Seychelles or French Curacao or somewhere. 

Mr Son, another member of the MX executive team, drifted into the break room.

“Hi there y/n,” he said as he reached for some protein powder in a nearby cabinet.

“Damn, Hyunwoo, you’re hitting the gym that early today?” You asked as you pointed at the microwave clock.

Hyunwoo shrugged. “Yeah why not? Plus, if you join me, I could introduce you to someone who could be your date this weekend.”

You groaned. “Did Hyungwon tell everyone about that?”

Hoseok, the older of the two Mr Lees, laughed. “The entire executive team knows the only time you got close to marriage was looking at my son’s prenup.”

Minhyuk smirked and added, “And the time you hit on that fashion designer shamelessly after a meeting is probably the second closest you’ve ever been to marriage.”

“YAH!!!” You cried and smacked him. “I’ve been in long term relationships before, okay?”

Another voice floated to the break room as Hyungwon walked in. “With all due respect y/n, six months sleeping with some biker when you were nineteen is not a long term relationship.” 

The others in the room chortled loudly at that.

“You’re lucky my mother hired you, and not me,” you growled, even though you knew Hyungwon meant no harm.

“You can’t fire me anyways, when I’ve already handed in my retirement notice,” Hyungwon chuckled. “You better bring a date this weekend okay?”

“50 bucks says she doesn’t,” Minhyuk giggled and Hoseok muttered “deal” in response.

You rolled your eyes. “Sometimes I wonder if I should do some restructuring at this firm.” 

As you rode home that night, on your motorcycle, your mind wandered to thoughts about the biker Hyungwon mentioned. That biker was the man who ruined all other men for you. You first met him while walking through some of the outer piers at the harbour, lined with abandoned, rusting warehouses. He had refurbished one to use as his garage and tinker on bikes with. It had been several years since then, and the warehouses had been replaced by restaurants and a bustling marina which you (or rather your mum’s firm) owned after redeveloping it. The marina and some remnants of the old harbour could be seen from the windows in your office at MX Property Development. You’d be lying if you said you never stared out of the windows for extended periods of time.

Today, you stopped by your favourite restaurant at the marina. The business had changed owners a few times, but each owner and their staff got to know you quickly. They knew your usual order (hot chips with aioli, and keep it coming), and your favourite seat (by the window, in the westernmost corner). So naturally, you were ushered there, your food was brought out within minutes, and you began pondering what Hyungwon said today.

The Past

It was the summer after graduating high school, and you accompanied your mother on a site visit to an area she was considering redeveloping. You were tired of staying home doing nothing, and your university classes wouldn’t begin for another 3 months. While your mum spoke with surveyors, analysts and other stakeholders, you wandered off on your own, headphones in. You barely heard the sound of engines and wheels skidding somewhere in front of you, until you saw a boy with orange hair on a bike, with smoke coming from the tires. 

“Kihyun, we told you not to go so fast!” Someone called, and you saw two more boys running towards the orange haired Kihyun from inside one of the warehouses. 

Kihyun let out some heavy breaths, then his gaze fell on you. “We got company,” he said towards the warehouse entrance.

Two heads popped out, one with black hair and one with red hair in spacebuns.

You stared back at Kihyun, your head cocked to the side, studying him as he studied you. He wore black leather pants and some sort of faux leather jacket with various patches attached.

Kihyun looked at you in your pale pink sheath dress. Clearly, you didn't belong anywhere near here. 

“Hi, can I help you?” He asked as he got off his bike and approached you. 

You removed your headphones and stood still. 

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” Kihyun said. 

“I was just uhh walking around. I came here with some people, but then we got separated so uh yeah, here I am I guess?” You replied. 

You were smiling so sweetly and innocently that Kihyun almost forgot what he wanted to say next. But once he gathered himself, he asked, “Do you need directions back or anything?” 

You continued smiling and shook your head. “Nope, I am completely okay. My mum is probably busy with the investors anyways.” 

Kihyun nodded, not quite processing what any investors had to do with you visiting an abandoned warehouse. 

“Were you also supposed to be at that meeting today? You don’t exactly look like you’re dressed for work in these warehouses,” Kihyun asked, gesturing at you dress. 

“Oh right,” you said while absentmindedly smoothing the sides of your dress. 

Kihyun’s eyes followed the movements of your hands and he couldn’t help but notice the way the dress hugged your hips. 

“I’m just on vacation now before uni begins, and my mum thought it would be nice to take me to work with her since we all know I’ll end up working at her company in the end,” you explained. 

Kihyun slowly shook his head as he processed your words. “So your mum is the one who’s been buying up parts of this harbour?”

“Yeah,” you replied.

Kihyun watched as you lifted your hair from your neck and fanned yourself. Of course, it’s summer, the UV index is through the roof, and you’re standing in the sun.

“Hey uh, would you like to come in? The sun’s kinda warm,” Kihyun said, and gestured towards the warehouse. 

“Wow really? Thank you, that would be lovely,” you replied and walked past Kihyun to move inside.

Kihyun watched you with some confusion as he followed you in, your gait being strangely sure and confident. “I assure you we won’t hurt you. There’s some drinks in the fridge, feel free to sit by the fan.”

“That’s very kind of you, thanks,” you replied as you looked around the warehouse. 

Several bikes littered the space, some with their parts removed and lying on the ground. There was a faint smell of grease, and shelves filled with toolboxes and spare parts. 

“So you’re a mechanic,” you said, with a hint of awe in your voice. 

Kihyun came and stood beside you. “Yes. And you’re MX Development’s CEO’s daughter.” 

You hummed in agreement.

“Did you ever think its a bad idea revealing information like that to someone you just met?” Kihyun asked. 

When you turned to face him, Kihyun wondered if your doe eyes could possibly look more innocent.

“Well uhh, I can see why it would be bad but, everybody at school knew, and many people figure it out pretty quickly,” you replied. 

“Are you sure that’s not because you mention your mum’s job in the first few seconds of meeting someone?” Kihyun teased.

Your gaze turned sharper as you turned to face him. “Actually, it’s because I can provide decent property investment advice myself. I know how real estate markets work, and how property prices change with mining booms, migration, government policy and other things.” 

Kihyun smirked. “That’s impressive. Is that all on your resume then?”

You shook your head and a small pout formed on your lips. “No, I just have my school marks and the degree I’ll be studying.” 

“Which is?” Kihyun asked. 

“Law,” you replied. 

Kihyun didn’t ask anything more. He motioned for you to take a seat on a couch and headed to a fridge at the back of the studio. He returned a few seconds later with two chilled water bottles. He loosened the cap of one and gave it to you. You both silently took several sips as Kihyun sat on the opposite side of the couch to you.

“What about you then? I feel like motorcycle rider isn’t really a job,” you said.

“Do you think a job is all there is in life?” Kihyun asked.

You glanced up at the ceiling as if in thought. “Well, no, but you do spend a great deal of your life working, so it definitely contributes to a person’s character.” 

Kihyun chuckled and replied, “Well you’re right about that. I am a motorcycle mechanic actually, and this is where I modify my bikes for races and things.” 

“I thought that type of thing only happened in movies,” you mused more to yourself than him. 

“Something tells me there’s a lot of things you’ve only experienced in movies,” Kihyun smirked.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What are you implying there?” 

“I wasn’t implying anything. I just think its funny that someone like you would be getting comfortable on my ratty couch.” 

The Present

The event you promised to bring a date to was Hyungwon’s retirement party. Held at the Four Seasons, your admin staff had invited the whole firm as well as some big names and allies in the industry. You wore a long sleeved pink dress that reached just above your knees, with your regular diamond hoop earrings that you wore daily since you were 20.

“So who’s replacing Hyungwon as your head of investments?” Somin from Kard Investments asked while you both served yourselves food from the buffet.

“Why? Tired of being just an associate?” You joked.

“Well, from what I gather, head of investment at MX pays just as much with less hours. It’s a good position,” Somin shrugged.

“So apply,” you replied. “I’m not joking, Somin. The position won’t necessarily be filled internally so you have a shot.”

Somin placed a hand on your arm, silently telling you to be quiet. She moved you to sit down at a table, and only spoke once you had both started nibbling at your food.

“The reason I asked is because a buddy of mine applied,” Somin said in a low voice. “He’s been making waves recently for bagging some good deals, but he’s always said he will end up at MX someday.”

“Huh, wonder what his story is,” you said as you started eating.

Somin glanced around the room as if checking whether someone was listening. “He said there was someone he knew at MX. And that he wanted to find her before it was too late.”

The Past

The second time you saw Kihyun was about a week after the first time. You were back at the harbour, though you didn’t come with your mother’s entourage. This time, you were mindful of any fast moving motorcycles as you made your way to the warehouse where you first met Kihyun. The door was partly open when you arrived, so you slipped inside.

“Ki-kihyun? You in here?” You called as you walked in side. You dropped your bag on the ratty couch you had sat on last week. The lights were on, and tools were scattered around like someone left in a hurry. You walked further in, until you saw a ladder leading to a loft. Perhaps against your best judgement, you climbed up to it, and found a neatly made bed and a table full of skincare products, including many of the brands you used. 

You heard the door to the warehouse being pushed open so you climbed down from the loft. A tall boy with yellow and orange hair was standing at the entrance. Did all of Kihyun’s friends have unnatural hair colours?

“Oh I haven’t seen you before,” the boy said. “Where did Kihyun go?”

“I don’t know, I was hoping you knew,” you replied, still not sure who this boy was.

“I don’t know, I’m not the one coming down from his loft,” the boy said with a shrug.

“Well you’re welcome to wait for him with me,” you said, and gestured to the couch. While he got comfortable, you went to the fridge to get a bottle of water for him like Kihyun did for you. 

When you returned with the water bottle and stood in front of the boy, he looked you up and down. “You don’t look like Kihyun’s type… you’re too pretty.” 

You rolled your eyes and shoved the bottle towards him. The boy smirked, nestling further into the couch and sitting with his legs spread wide. After a good gulp of water and a resounding gasp, he asked, “So how did you get involved with Kihyun?” 

“We uh crossed paths?” You offered. It was true in a literal sense.

“And now you’re so close he lets you up to his loft huh?” The boy smirked.

“No, we’re just acquaintances, it’s not like we do anything together,” you replied. “Honestly, I’m not even sure he likes me.”

The boy’s jaw dropped open. “Wow I never thought he was that kind of guy.”

“Why? What’s Kihyun like?”

The boy scratched his hair, looking a little confused. “He doesn’t really bring girls here. But he also isn’t the type to lead someone around like this.”

You stared at the boy for a few seconds before exclaiming, “Wait you thought we were dating?”

The boy made an annoyed face. “Well it’s never just fucking where Kihyun is considered.”

“Uh wow okay, good to hear,” you said, taking a step away from the boy, slightly taken aback by his language. You turned around, wondering whether you should pretend you needed to go to the fridge or something, but then you caught site of a motorcycle helmet clad figure in a familiar jacket covered in patches emerging from somewhere at the back of the warehouse.

“Princess, is everything okay?” Kihyun asked as he took off his helmet.

Your breath hitched at the pet name. You didn’t think it would have an effect on you, but you liked it. Still, why would Kihyun say that when he’d met you once?

Behind you, the fire haired boy was laughing. “I knew you could never just hook up, man. You’re already calling her princess.”

Kihyun walked past you to the boy, and said through gritted teeth, “I meant you, Princess Mingi. What are you doing in my garage? Were you hoping to find out what I’ve prepared for this weekend?”

Mingi placed the water bottle down and smirked. “Your girl doesn’t like being called princess? Why not? She’s very pretty.” 

Kihyun followed Mingi’s gaze to where you stood, fidgeting with your watch. Today, you were wearing denim shorts that were hidden beneath an oversized sweater, creating the illusion you had no pants on. It was hot, and Kihyun suddenly wondered if you’d look like that wearing his oversized clothes too.

Kihyun returned his attention to Mingi. “You should leave. I’ll see you this weekend.”

Mingi chuckled and got up. When he reached the door, he turned around and winked at you, then left.

Kihyun fluffed his hair and turned to face you, asking, “What can I help you with?” 

“Oh I was just in the area and wanted to say hello. I didn’t mean to intrude or anything, but then your friend came in and I talked to him for a bit,” you stuttered out, then added, “I will leave if this is a bad time.”

Kihyun sighed. “No, don’t, you can stay a bit, I’ll order us some pizza or something.” 

Kihyun joined you on the couch and handed his phone to you, indicating for you to pick what pizza you wanted. 

“So what did Mingi ask you?”

“How we met, our relationship status, things like that,” you said while scrolling Kihyun’s phone.

“He’s not my friend, just so you know,” Kihyun said. 

“Oh,” you let out. “Well I didn’t tell him anything sensitive. I just said we crossed paths, if that makes you feel better.” 

“No, don’t worry about it,” Kihyun said again with a sigh. 

You looked up from the phone at him. His shoulders were slumped, his head hung down.

“Is something bothering you? Is it me? I can leave if you want to be alone. I really just wanted to say hi while I was in the area,” you rambled.

Kihyun lifted his head up quickly. “What? No, nonono, it’s not that. It’s just that Mingi is my rival, and we’re racing this weekend.”

“Ah so you’re stressed. That’s okay, happens to the best of us,” you replied, handing the phone to Kihyun with your pizza choices inputted.

Kihyun hummed in agreement as he finished making the payment. After a beat, he said, “Next time you’re here, be careful okay?” 

“Be careful of what?” 

“Of who,” Kihyun corrected. “Not everybody who comes to this warehouse will treat you well. I know Mingi wouldn’t do something as disgusting as hurting you to get to me, but some bikers might. I don’t want you to run into someone like that.”

“Oh,” you let out meekly. “I never really thought about it that way.” 

“Honestly y/n, in the two times I’ve met you, I learned you never think about safety,” Kihyun said, and you couldn’t tell if he was disappointed in your behaviour or just concerned.

“Well, nothing has ever happened to me, so I just assumed what I am already doing keeps me safe,” you replied, a small pout forming on your lips.

“Mingi was right about you,” Kihyun said as he took in your adorable pout. “You really are a princess.” 

That word again. It made something clench inside you. You swallowed and asked, “Why am I a princess, Kihyun?” 

“Your life is peaceful. Your family own some of the most lucrative real estate in this state. You go to good schools, get good grades and buy nice things. People don’t have a reason to hurt you.” 

“Wow.” You said in shock. “Just wow.” 

“Was I wrong, princess?” Kihyun asked, emphasising the last word.

“Don’t call me that, it does something to me,” you said with a scowl. 

“I know. That’s why I said it,” Kihyun grinned. 

“Fuck you,” you muttered. “I am not a princess. You just shoved me into strain and opportunity theories on crime occurrence.” 

Kihyun blinked. “Crime? I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. You literally just explained why my life lacks strains conducive to criminality then linked it to the idea that crime is highly opportunistic,” you replied.

“Y/n, I’m still lost. Unlike you, I didn’t learn these things at school,” Kihyun said, his jaw tight. 

“Don’t worry, most people don’t. I learned this stuff myself,” you said with a proud smile. Kihyun thought it was cute. 

“Ah, so the princess has a library?” He teased. 

“Stahp!! I am not a princess, I do crazy things too,” you whined as you gently shoved his shoulder and laughed. 

“Really? Like what?” Kihyun asked intrigued. “What’s the craziest, wildest thing you’ve done?” He caught your hand on his shoulder and place it down on your thigh, holding it slightly longer than necessary.

You took a deep breath before answering. “What I have planned to do this weekend.” 

The Present

You and Somin finished eating quickly before going to mingle around. You approached your executive team who were all huddled up drinking. Minhyuk handed you his half finished bottle of beer when you joined. You briefly flashed him a look of annoyance but took it anyways. It wasn’t like you to pull rank to remind him you were his superior and weren’t going to drink his leftover beer. As the night went on, different figures approached Hyungwon to congratulate him and wish him well. A select few approached you to congratulate you on inheriting the CEO position, though it was something you had always expected your mother to do eventually. 

And even though you did not agree with most of the decisions your mother made for you, you weren’t stupid enough to pass up on decisions that would unilaterally benefit you.

“What are you staring at?” Hoseok asked. 

You didn’t realised you had been zoning out.

“Did someone catch your eye?” He asked while taking a sip from a soft drink can. 

When you didn’t reply, Hoseok followed your gaze to find a man with orange hair in a suit. The man’s back was to you, and he was talking quite animatedly with a group of investment bankers. Or so you assumed since the whole group was Kard Investments’ trading floor.

“Do you know him?” Hoseok asked you.

“No, but the hair…” you said, more to yourself than him.

“Oh for sure, he needs to get rid of that before he comes into work on Monday.”

“Monday?” You asked, eyes widening. 

“Yeah, didn’t Hyungwon tell you? That’s the guy that’ll take over for him,” Hoseok replied. 

“When did HR confirm that? Who did the hiring? Why wasn’t I notified?” You thought aloud. 

“Now those are all valid questions and best left to Hyunwoo. He met with the guy last week to finalise things so he knows him best,” Hoseok said. 

“So our new hire is from Kard?” You asked, nudging your chin towards the congregation of Kard traders.

“Yes, but you know what’s funny is that he’s always said he wants to work at MX,” Hoseok mused.

You and Hoseok stared after the orange haired man some more.

“I don’t suppose you happen to know his name?” You asked Hoseok.

“It’s Yoo Kihyun.”

[toomanythoughts2]

sorry if this sounds condescending, but i'd like to point out something in your timeline theory. i don't know how tall either you or Toki are, so i could be way off base here! but if there's a significant height difference, then the same hair length might look different based on ratios?

i'm definitely being nitpicky here. it was still a great complication!

I did NOT at all think about that but you are completely right.

Context.

I'm only 5'1 (on a good day) so our hair lengths could be the same but look different on our bodies.

Dethklok has no official heights but I know that this image is the closest we'll get to it. I have a few theories after thinking about it.

Skwisgaar and Nathan are clearly the tallest, and if I had to assume, they are both over 6 feet tall. Skwisgaar wouldn't have the tagline "Taller than a tree" if we wasn't. Now, the line in the image doesn't signify 6 feet, however, it does look to be that way. Especially if you look at their feet. The line all passes right under their heels, which would be where someone would start measuring height.

Wikipedia says that the average male height in Norway is 5 feet 10 1/2 inches. x By using that height, which I believe to be pretty accurate to what Toki's height looks to be in the picture (though this is all subjective, he could be 6 feet as well.) his torso length would be approximately 18.9-ish inches, maybe a little longer. I'll say 19 to round it up.

Torso length starts where your neck meets your shoulders to the iliac crest, or the top of your hip bones where you back naturally curves. (Don't come for me for my skeleton photo, I aligned it to the bend of his knees, hands, and shoulders, but I did not squish the image.)

As you can see, where the bottom red line sits is approximately where his hip bones start.

When I said that he would have about a foot and a half of hair, I am starting where the top red line is. That's usually where most hairstylists will cut off long hair because it can be put into a pony tail and then cut above it. (I donated mine to Pantene: Beautiful Lengths, which no longer takes donations as of 2018, to make wigs. I did not fuck with Locks of Love.)

A foot and a half is 18 inches, which is right where that other red line should meet. It does come very close, give or take another inch to make his torso 19 inches.

So, I guess my assumption originally was wrong (basing it off of my own two feet of hair, with my torso length being 16.5 inches, where my hair ended above my butt and using it to guess the length of Toki's hair.) however, the hair length was still accurate when I said he had a foot and a half of hair. So I guess I did a wrong equation, right-ish answer, kind of thing?

This was fun though because I never would have thought to consider our different heights and ratios. Obviously, everything here is subjective though so he could very well have 2 feet of hair.

But I think the over all meaning of my hair theory is that Toki's other physical appearances didn't change, thus marking the end of his puberty and making him quite young.

[krizzler]

How I see

HIT ME HARD AND SOFT

-as someone with synesthesia.

#1 - SKINNY

I kinda think of skinny as light, pale and soft. I think the lyrics really reflect those elements, especially since the song is mostly about body dysmorphia. And when I think about body dysmorphia I think of pale and colourless things. So everything about this song just lacks colour, but in a good way. I think it symbolises Billie's growth and development through the album. She starts paler but then she slowly develops colour through the songs, also symbolising that she's found herself and she's comfortable in who she is.

#2 - LUNCH

Lunch is definitely a hard one. Whenever I listen to a song, I can always see all the colours in different parts of the song. Especially this one. But it only looks good in my head and to physically make it visual to other people is hard because I had to include all the colours without it looking terrible. So what I did was I kinda channelled the main colours and what came out was blue and orange. Blue being the base of the song, and then orange being the guitar in the background. These two colours and this song make perfect sense to me and I'm super happy about this one.

#3 - CHIHIRO

This song is mostly blue but BITTERSUITE and BLUE are blue already so I wanted to make it more diverse. So I gave the song a listen and decided that the base of the song is blue 100%, and in the chorus of the song you kinda feel melancholic, euphoric, ethereal etc. So I drilled deeper into my brain and decided that in the chorus of this song, I could feel a bit of yellow. I think it adds to that floating, euphoric feel of the song.

#4 - BIRDS OF A FEATHER

Unfortunately my least favourite on this album. I obviously don't hate anything Billie's put out at all, but it screams clean girl. I can't stand clean girl so I have a bit of a dislike towards this song. It's a good song obviously, but not for my ears. It's very soft and dream like, and I think the white and baby pink really reflect it. Love how this is like a polar opposite to LUNCH.

#5 - WILDFLOWER

This was nice to do. Finding and looking through photos really helped me understand this song better. It's the perfect balance between hard and soft. I think this is like the middle man in this album. Especially when you know what it's about. Or who. This reminded me a lot of Guitar Songs (TV and The 30th). It's like a morning walk through a field on an overcast day at your grandma's house. It's a bit of a laid back green. Symbolising the mood of the song.

#6 - THE GREATEST

This was the hardest song I've had to visualise. This song is more of a feeling than a visual. But I'd probably say it's a mix between blue and green. Blue being the base, green being the accents. This whole album definitely has blue in most of its songs. I'm still not sure how to view this song but I think this is the closest I can get.

#7 - L'AMOUR DE MA VIE

I don't think this song needs much of an explanation. It's neon, it's bold, it's different. It's a vibe. The colour perfectly matches the sound of the song. I mostly see red and orange in this song and I think that's to do with fire for some reason. It's hot and it burns your eardrums like a hot branding iron in the best possible way.

#8 - THE DINER

I think the diner has the same look for everyone. It's dark, spooky and possessive. I can't believe it's second least streamed song on the album because it's my no.1. Black is the base of the song because I feel like it's set at night, then we have red because it's hot and bold. I added in some photos of circuses because the little instrumental sounds like a spooky circus. This is THE Halloween song of 2024. Fight me.

#9 - BITTERSUITE

This is such an amazing song. To me it's blue. But a very darkkk blue. It also feels like you're drowning so I incorporated lots of water into it. This feels like swimming at the sea in a storm. It's terrifying and exhilarating in the best way. I think this song would also smell like Eilish no.2 and I'm so sad that this is the least streamed of the album.

#10 - BLUE

this song is the bluest of blue. It's neon. It's again more of an feeling that a visual. Very similar to BITTERSUITE but just more vibrant. I find it hard to explain this one but I think for a song that's also hard to visualise, it's probably the most accurate on the list.

[e-dubbc11]

A Forever Promise

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Not many, painful memory for Billy, angst, some tears, maybe a couple of swear words, I can’t remember, fluff and fun

Word Count: 4.2K-ish

Summary: Part 1 of 2. Planning a wedding is stressful but your friends are doing their best to make sure you have fun before the big day. Your Jack and Jill party turns into a search for the groom.

A/N: I know you’ve missed them, Frank and Ginger are back for Billy and reader’s wedding. If you’ve followed along from the beginning, you know that these fics are always pure fun with a slight conflict and this one isn’t any different. If you haven’t followed from the beginning, I will leave the list of their shenanigans under the author’s note. Some of you know Ginger is based on my best friend, she is the funniest, sweetest, best person I know and I would not make it through my every day life without her.

This is the longest intro ever, I’m so sorry!

The Gingerverse (thank you Robin for that term)

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday Part 2

Game On

Snowstorm Shenanigans

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

Stress had consumed you for the past few months. Why didn’t you just elope!? It would have been so much easier than planning a wedding, albeit a small one. When you started, you figured it couldn’t be any more stressful than planning the big birthday bash you had but you were wrong.

There were more details to pay attention to for a wedding, like food, flowers, cake, centerpieces, favors, etc. The list went on and on but in the end, you knew it would all be worth it. At the end of that day, you would be Mrs. William Russo and you could not wait for that.

He couldn’t wait either. Billy suggested eloping, jokingly. “We’ll go to Vegas. Go for the weekend, get married, then come home. And we’ll have a party when we come back.” But you knew he was only half serious. Even though he didn’t have any family, he knew how important it was for you to have yours there.

Having Frank, Maria, and the kids there was important to Billy even if he didn’t really say so. The Castles were the closest Billy had to family, especially Frank. They had been through so much together, and although they weren’t blood, they were brothers in every sense of the word.

Everyone said you were crazy for wanting a winter wedding but Billy had asked you to marry him during a snowstorm so you thought it was only fitting the two of you get married in winter. Billy just wanted you to be happy.

He wanted everything to be exactly how you dreamed it to be and you wanted a winter wedding, complete with snow flurries if possible but maybe that was asking for too much.

“What color dress am I wearing!?” Asked Ginger. She was your best friend and maid of honor.

You were on the other side of the dress shop, going through the racks of dresses to see if there were any styles that caught your attention for the bridesmaids. You wanted them to wear the same color but whatever style they felt most comfortable in. It was going to be an evening wedding so you decided black would be a good color for everyone.

“Look for a black dress, Ginger. In whatever style you like, I just want the girls to wear black though.” You told her.

“Gotcha!” She shouted from across the store, giving you the thumbs up.

Maria and another good friend of yours, Lily were looking for their dresses also.

“Sooooooo when do we get to see you in your dress?” Ginger asked with a sly smile, raising her eyebrows up and down.

“As soon as you all find your dresses, I’ll try it on for you.” You told her.

Maria and Lily were anxious to see you in your dress also.

“Yeah, come on! We wanna see you in your dress!” Lily exclaimed.

Ginger’s smile turned a little wicked because she knew she had opened Pandora’s Box, your other two bridesmaids wanted to see you in your dress. In fact, they were begging you now.

In unison, they stood in front of you with their hands folded, pleading with you.

“Please!!! Please, show us!”

You had narrowed it down to three choices and they were with you when you tried them all on but you wanted your decision to be a surprise.

“I told you guys, I want you to pick out your dresses and then I’ll show you which one I picked.” You said.

Ginger perked up and said in a determined voice. “Alright you heard her, ladies! Fan out and let’s find our dresses!”

After an hour of searching, everyone found a dress that they loved and felt comfortable in. Ginger picked out a sleeveless black velvet dress that gathered on the side, Maria chose a floor length black lace deep V-neck dress with cap sleeves, and Lily elected for a long, V-neck, flutter sleeve dress with a long slit up the front.

The dresses were gorgeous and your friends looked absolutely beautiful in them, so since they held up their end of the bargain, you had to hold up yours and show them your dress.

Before stepping out from behind the dressing room door, you inhaled sharply and let out a long exhale with your eyes closed. It wasn’t because you were nervous but it just made it more real, that you were actually getting married soon.

You turned the corner to see your friends sitting in a row on the couch in front of the pedestal and the multi-way mirror. Ginger’s jaw was on the floor, Maria wiped the tears from her eyes, and Lily had her hand over her mouth and her eyes were smiling.

“That’s my favorite!!” Ginger said. “I was hoping you would pick that one!”

You turned around to face the mirrors, your friends also gazing into the mirrors to catch a glimpse of your smiling face as the sales assistant fanned out the short train of your dress in back of you. It was close to a mermaid style dress, fitted at the top with a slight sweetheart neckline that flared out a touch on the bottom, the long sleeves were made of lace, and the entire dress had a lace overlay.

In between all the smiles and the laughs, Maria asked “You think the boys are having this much fun?”

Ginger took a sip of her champagne and replied. “I doubt it, no one’s having as much fun as we are right now.”

**********

“They all look the same, Bill. You shouldn’t ask me these kinds of questions.” Frank said.

Billy just shook his head, while Chris and Curtis chuckled a little.

“He’s right, Billy.” Curtis stated. “You can’t ask Frank questions like that when the only formal wear he has are work boots that don’t have dirt on them.”

The four of them were walking around the tuxedo shop waiting for the sales person to come back with the suit Billy picked out for the groomsmen to wear. He chose a classic black suit, with a white shirt, black vest, and black tie. His tie was black with small white polka dots and tiny white skulls on it.

Billy knew you would love it.

Frank asked. “The girls were goin’ dress shopping today, yeah?”

“Ginger just texted, they’re at the dress shop now and y/n just tried on her dress for them.” Chris said.

One by one, Billy’s groomsmen tried on their suit and had their measurements taken. The shop had Billy’s measurements already because he lived in suits for work, for the rest of them, this was a new process.

Frank married Maria wearing his dress uniform and only wore suits on very special occasions like when he came to your birthday party and the night Billy asked you to marry him. But Billy was his best friend and whatever Billy wanted him to wear, he would wear it, no questions asked.

Frank did, however, make one small demand. “I’m gonna take the tie off after the ceremony, feel like I’m being choked wearing this thing.” He stated.

Billy replied with a half-smile. “Whatever you want, Frankie.”

“You nervous, Bill?” Frank asked with a serious tone to his voice.

Chris and Curtis were occupied which left Frank and Billy to talk privately.

Billy ran his fingers through his ebony colored hair and smiled nervously. “A little, but I was more nervous asking her to marry me.” He replied.

“I’ve never seen you this happy, seriously.” Frank said, playfully jabbing at Billy’s shoulder. “So don’t mess it up because you’re not sleeping on my couch if you do.”

Billy returned the playful jab and laughed. “I don’t plan on it, Frankie.”

**********

The days started to run together and before you knew it, Ginger was reminding you that your Jack and Jill party was tonight and tomorrow night you were getting married.

She had an idea awhile ago that she claimed “even Frank can’t say no to.”

“Look at his face! He doesn’t hate it!” Ginger yelled excitedly.

“Axe throwing, huh?” Frank said with narrowed eyes and a slight smirk on his face.

Maria snickered. “That’s Frank’s excited face.”

So Ginger and Frank planned the party at the axe throwing bar. It was a place in Albany called The Yard: Hatchet House and Bar. Everyone in the wedding party including you and Billy would get out of the city for a night, spend the night there and drive back to the city the next morning to get ready for the wedding.

Curtis decided to ride up with Frank and Maria, Lily caught a ride with Ginger and Chris. After riding in the same car with Ginger on the way to Vermont, Frank said he’d never do that again on account of Ginger’s tiny bladder and terrible singing voice.

On the ride up to Albany, Billy seemed a little quiet. He just stared straight ahead at the highway in front of him in between sips of coffee and the hand that was usually resting on you during car rides was on the steering wheel. Was he nervous about getting married tomorrow?

“Billy?” You asked nervously.

He turned to glance at you quickly before returning his eyes to the road.

“What’s up, sweet girl?” He asked, his perfect smile extending across his face.

Suddenly, you were a little nauseous before asking him. “Are you…ok? You’ve been really quiet.”

He took your hand in his, brought it up to his lips and kissed it. “I’m sorry, my love. I’m fine, really I am.” He said with a warm smile.

“Are you sure, baby? We have a big day tomorrow, are you having second thoughts about marrying me?” You asked with a slight hitch in your voice.

He barely let you finish that question before emphatically answering you.

“NO! Y/n, why would you ask me that?!” His voice was stern and raised slightly.

“It’s ok if you’re nervous, Billy. I’m nervous but I—I’m also really excited.” You said calmly with a smile, hoping it would calm him too.

That seemed to put him at ease. “Ok, yes I’m a little nervous but it’s only because I want everything to go smoothly, that’s all. I…I love you.”

You moved your free hand to rest on top of his, squeezed it and smiled at him. “I love you too, Billy.”

Getting Billy to admit he was nervous was no small feat so you just decided to leave it at that, he knew you were anxious too but you didn’t leave any doubt that you wanted to be his wife. After that, his shoulders seemed to relax and he held your hand for the rest of the ride to Albany. He was your Billy again.

After checking into the hotel, you and the girls decided to get ready together. Ginger had a sash that said “Bride to Be” and a tiara for you to wear tonight. She also bought sashes for the bridesmaids to wear. Hers said “Maid of Dishonor,” Maria’s said “Dancing Diva,” and Lily’s said “Bad Influence.”

“…And then he says ‘Never again with the two of you! Lily, you’re switching cars for the ride home, the singing, the ridiculous amount of bathroom stops, and the cackling! I didn’t know I was gonna be riding with TWO Gingers in the car!’” Ginger said in a deeper voice, mocking her boyfriend.

Through her laughs, Maria said “Sounds like Chris was channeling his inner Frank.”

The four of you started laughing again.

When the laughs died down a little, Ginger turned to you and said with a warm smile. “Tonight’s gonna be so fun and, AND!! You’re getting married tomorrow!!”

You were very excited but Billy’s behavior still worried you a little and you just hoped he was ok. It was all going to be different for him after this, he’ll be a husband, and he’s going to have a new family. No wonder he seemed a little out of sorts but he said he was fine and you wanted to believe him but something was still poking at you like a nagging little itch that wouldn’t go away.

Maybe it really was just nerves.

But whatever it was, you’ll deal with it later because it was time to have a couple of drinks and throw some axes and your bridesmaids were ready to make sure you have a fun night, it was your last night as a single woman after all.

Billy seemed relaxed, he was smiling, laughing, and having fun with his friends, especially with you. He looked so handsome tonight, dark jeans, a black Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and black boots. He’d steal glances at you while you were talking to Ginger and the girls, you’d catch him and he would wink and smile at you. You’d smile back and blow him a kiss, you really could not wait to be his wife.

Frank and Ginger’s “friendly” competition resumed tonight. While he did not participate in karaoke at your birthday party, Frank was subjected to Ginger’s musical numbers waiting for you and Billy to get back from your drive to the Anvil office. Then their competitive sides came out the time that you all played laser tag together which led to the snowmobile race and the rousing game of Pictionary during the weekend in Vermont when Billy asked you to marry him.

They bicker like siblings, Ginger likes to spin Frank up in whatever way she can and he falls for it every single time but you’re also convinced that despite all of the bickering, the competition war they have going on, and the constant jabs they take at each other, they are really good friends.

“Alright, let’s go Frank! Me and you, time to see who’s better at throwing this thing. Loser owes the winner a hundred bucks! I hope Billy pays you well, cuz you’re goin’ down!” Ginger said tauntingly from across the bar after getting a beer.

Sipping his beer, Billy was standing at the high top table overlooking the wooden targets in front of him when you walked over to him and snaked your arms around his long torso squeezing his body against yours. His dark chocolate like eyes gazing down at you, full of love. He rested his beer on the table so he could return the hug and he kiss you on the forehead.

“Hey there, handsome.” You said, the words sounding a little muffled against his chest.

He pinched his thumb and forefinger against your chin, and tilted it up, making your lips more accessible to his and he kissed you, the taste of beer still heavy on his lips.

“You look really beautiful tonight baby, but you always do.” He said with a warm smile.

He still made you blush every time he complimented you. “Thank you, my love. And hey, if you think this is beautiful, wait til you see me tomorrow!” You exclaimed, adjusting your sash and tiara.

Billy chuckled a little. “I can’t wait, sweet girl. I can’t wait.” And he kissed you again.

The commotion and friendly taunting going on between your friends was amusing to watch. You hadn’t been paying close attention so you weren’t sure who was winning although Frank just hit a bullseye and the guys erupted with cheers and hi-fives all around.

“I thought you were good at this, Ginger!” Frank teased.

Ginger narrowed her eyes at Frank, she was the most competitive person you’ve ever met. Billy and Frank were a close second but she absolutely HATED to lose.

“It’s not over, Frank! I see you have better aim with an axe than you do when you’re taking a leak, according to Maria!” Ginger barked.

Frank glanced over his shoulder at his wife and all she could do is shrug her shoulders, silently telling him “she’s not wrong.”

Ginger drew back and let her final axe go, it turned end over end heading toward the target and stuck in the circle just outside the bullseye, four points. She needed 6, or a bullseye, to tie with Frank so he was the winner.

With a loud growl, he let out an excited “YES!!!”

Everyone gave him a hi-five or a fist bump, even Ginger who accepted defeat gracefully. It didn’t mean she liked it but he did win fair and square.

“Hundred bucks, Ginger! Pay up, kid.” Frank bellowed.

Ginger had that look in her eye that she would get him back before the night was over, you weren’t sure what it was going to be but you were positive it was going to drive Frank crazy.

You did spot a karaoke machine on the way in, maybe she did too.

**********

Rolling over in bed the next morning, there was a cold empty space where Billy had been. You had felt him kiss you on the shoulder a little while ago but then you fell back to sleep. Glancing around the hotel room, you noticed Billy’s overnight bag was gone which caused you to sit bolt upright in the bed.

You turned to look at the clock—06:30 and noticed a piece of paper folded in half, it said “My Love” in Billy’s handwriting on the outside. With a shaking hand, you picked up the piece of paper, unfolded it and began to read.

Good Morning My Sweet Girl,

I promise I will see you later, there was just something I had to do before we get married and being back in Albany gave me the perfect opportunity to be able to go and do it. I made arrangements with Frankie, he’ll take you back to the city.

I don’t want you to worry, everything is fine.

I love you very much and I can’t wait to be able to call you my wife.

Love, Billy

But you were worried about him. Jumping out of bed, you threw on some sweats and with the note in your hand, went across the hall to Frank’s room and lightly tapped on the door.

He quickly opened the door and stepped out into the hall, almost like he was already waiting on the other side for you.

“Hey sweetheart.” He whispered. “Come on, let’s go back to your room. Maria is still asleep.”

As soon as the door closed behind you, in a confused tone asked “What’s going on, Frank? Where did he go?”

“He’s fine, kid. I promise you. There was just something he had to take care of, that’s all.” Frank said.

Frustrated, you ran your fingers through your hair.

“But what could he possibly—?” Suddenly you stopped and it hit you like a punch to the face. “Oh my god—no wonder he was so quiet on the way here. How could I be so stupid! Which one is it, Frank?!!” You asked with your voice raised.

Frank shook his head. “I don’t know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. He never told me which fire station it was.”

Feeling lightheaded, your knees buckled a little and you needed to sit down. Frank could tell you were about to lose your footing so he caught you before you could fall and eased you onto the bed. He reached for the bottle of water that was on the table and handed it to you.

“Drink that.” He ordered. “Don’t move, I’m gonna go find you some candy or somethin’.”

You’ve been so preoccupied with getting everything done for the wedding, that something that you should have remembered, completely slipped your mind. And you couldn’t possibly feel worse about it. Suddenly, your eyes welled up with tears and your hands started to shake again.

Frank returned with some orange juice. “Drink all of that. Can’t have you passin’ out on your wedding day, yeah?” He said.

“How could I not remember, Frank?!” You sobbed.

Frank caught your tears with his thumbs, every one of them so they didn’t have a chance to streak down your cheeks.

“No, no, no. Ssshhh, ssshhh. It’s ok.” Frank said as he sat down next to you and pulled you into an embrace to soothe you. “Look, you both have had a lot goin’ on lately, planning a wedding. That’s enough to make you forget your own name, let alone something like this.”

You buried your head in your hands. “I should have remembered, Frank. I should have remembered. He’s there all alone.” You said.

Frank made sure he was looking straight into your eyes when he said his next words. “Y/n listen to me, Bill is strong and he’s strong because of all the shit he went through. I promise you he is ok. But if you wanna go find him, then let’s go find him, yeah? Curt and Maria can catch a ride back with Ginger, Lily, and Chris. You and me, we’ll find him. How many fire houses can there be?”

It turned out there were eight of them and Frank said he would let Billy explain why he did what he did. Ginger insisted that she go along too but you told her to go back to the city and stall the hair stylist and makeup artist for as long as she could by doing everyone else first and you would be back in time for you to get ready.

She reluctantly agreed but she still felt like she should go with you. She didn’t want Frank to be the only hero which made you laugh.

After checking four fire stations, you saw Billy’s car outside of the fifth one you checked. Frank barely put the car in park before you jumped out and ran toward the car but Billy wasn’t inside.

Where could he be? The cold winter air chilled you to the bone and stung your lungs every time you inhaled. Looking across the street, you saw a figure in a black leather jacket, a black beanie, and his hands were in his pockets.

“Billy.” You whispered to yourself before taking off across the street and leaving Frank in the car.

You called out his name so he could hear you. “BILLY!!”

Practically knocking him over, you crashed into him and buried your face into the cold leather of his jacket.

“What are you doin’ here, baby? You’re supposed to be getting ready!” He said, wiping the tears from your face.

Through broken sobs, you just kept repeating the same thing over and over. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t remember! I’m sorry!”

He stroked your hair, you could feel him smile against the top of your head, calming you and telling you it was alright, but you were still upset that he left without saying anything.

“You could have at least told me, Billy. Not in a note and sneaking away in the early morning hours. I would have understood if you wanted to do this alone if you just told me. You gotta talk to me, baby.” You said with a hitch in your voice.

Billy hugged you even tighter and apologized. “I’m sorry, my love. Sometimes I just don’t think. I am trying to be better about it though. I’m sorry, beautiful.” He said.

“Are you ok?” You asked.

He pulled away before he spoke again.

“She left me right here, ya know.” Billy said of his mother, moving to stand next to a bench and looking at the fire house directly in front of the both of you. “She told me to stay here and not to move. So I did…I—I listened to her, I waited, and she never came back.”

You took his hand in yours as he clenched his jaw and his knuckles turned white.

“You know why I wanted to come here today, y/n?” He asked.

You shook your head and tried to say “No” but nothing came out.

“I came here because I wanted to try and let go of the hate I have for her. She may have given me life but she didn’t give me A life. My life is with you—it’s with my new family. It’s with Frankie, our friends, Frank Jr. and Lisa. I don’t need to hold onto this hate anymore.” He said.

Obviously Billy could never forget what happened to him, he’ll always have that awful memory but you felt like he could start to heal from it now. The weekend he asked you to marry him, you had asked him while looking at his scars. “Do they still hurt?” You remembered he smiled his perfect smile at you and told you “Not anymore, my love. Not anymore.”

You were helping him heal.

“How do you feel now, Billy?” You asked him.

He turned his face toward yours, his onyx colored eyes peering down at you and he smiled. “I feel…” he paused for a minute. “I feel free…like I’m not waiting to go home anymore because I already have one. I love you.”

He gently pressed his lips to yours, they tasted like dark roast coffee and sugar. After he pulled back a little, you exhaled forcefully, not realizing you had been holding your breath.

“I love you too, Billy. I’ll always be your home.” You said.

He kissed you again but he was interrupted by Frank bellowing from across the street. “HEY!! I’m freezin’ my ass off! You two ready to go get married or what?! Let’s GO!”

“You ready to go get married, beautiful?” Billy asked as he held out his hand for you to take.

You smiled, placed your hand in his, and wiped one last tear from your cheek and said “Let’s get married, handsome.”

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