#but in the meantime have this

[redgoldblue]

so assuming Avery is actually pregnant / doesn't early-trimester miscarry (which is not a given), there's two reasonable ways this can go, right. number one is she gets an abortion, the plotline is used to pull them all back together again, and they all have some collective hurt/comfort about it. number two, the one i would write - don't get me wrong, i'm all for women getting career-driven abortions, but hear me out - is the one where she does have the baby. under the cut bc it got long.

she goes to med school at first while pregnant - Max is right, it can be done, people in my cohort did it - and either gets lucky with the timing of the actual birth being during holidays, or just works her way to getting time off for a few weeks around it. And then... there's a baby. And you know what else there is? There's two dads (because we're 100% Mamma Mia-ing this bitch. they never find out who the bio dad is and they never seriously try. Baby comes out with Avery's exact skin tone so that's no clue.), and an entire cruise ship worth of backup babysitters. So Avery goes back to med school, and leaves the baby with Tristan and Max.

And, yes, raising a baby while also running an infirmary with a rotating cast of temporary substitute nurses filling Avery's role isn't the easiest thing they've ever done, but Robert loves fulfilling grandparent duties any time he's not on duty; Rosie gets one of those strap-on baby carriers and walks her (i don't know why i've decided the baby is a her but i have now) around the engine room pointing out parts and explaining concepts and hey, the baby never complains about her Michigan stories; Corey gets a cart and a bundle of clean sheets and pushes her down the corridors until the smell of laundry powder automatically makes her start laughing.

Max and Tristan make a pact to send Avery at least two photos a day - which ends up getting supplemented by everyone else who's with Baby - and FaceTime her most days, and whenever she gets a few days off she meets them in port. (The most expensive part of baby-raising ends up being her flights to wherever the Odyssey happens to be at the time, at least until Robert finds out and figures out a way to start paying her 'maternity leave', despite her insistence that the whole point of this is that she isn't maternity-leaving and he should probably be paying himself that and anyway, isn't she technically not an employee right now?)

And the thing is, during this time, Max and Tristan start... realising some things. Like how neither of them feel like they've lost their only partner, because they.. haven't. Like how the co-parenting's been working out better than either of them expected, because they fell instantly (minus a few minor bumps) into a shared rhythm. Like how sometimes they look at the other one holding Baby and feel like their heart's about to explode.

Also, they've both started sleeping in Max's bed. Because Baby's spent so much time sleeping in the corner of the infirmary that now if she wakes up at night and can't see both of them, she starts crying inconsolably. And obviously Max's suite is more suited to multiple inhabitants, and they're usually too damn exhausted to even remember the first time they were in this bed together.

(usually. most of the time. and when they're not, they don't make it the other's problem)

So at the end of the first year of this, the last two days of the year's last cruise have been packed with crisis after crisis after demanding patient after crisis, and as soon as they finally wave the last passenger off they hand Baby gratefully over to Robert and go crash out in Max's bed.

Avery was supposed to be meeting them on board tomorrow, but her last exam gets unexpectedly moved up by a day (believe me, med school loves to pull that kind of shit on you), so a couple hours after the passengers have gone, she shows up to surprise them. And finds Robert (a known ody3 shipper) first, who lets her take Baby with minimal captainly sulking about it, and while she rocks and kisses Baby, tells her (as a known ody3 shipper) that the two dads will be on the Pelican deck, but they're probably asleep.

Avery kinda frowns at him, but doesn't question it, and takes Baby up with her to Max's suite to find them. And they are both fast asleep, on either side of Max's bed with a space carefully preserved between them (because it's usually where Baby would be and they're both terrified of accidentally rolling onto her in the middle of the night). She's also exhausted after exams, so she crawls into it, lies on her back with Baby on top of her chest, and goes straight to sleep.

Tristan and Max wake up before her, and when they look across at each other, at Avery and Baby between them, they both simultaneously realise, oh. oh. oh, this - this three, two-and-half, four people, all together - this is it. this is the love, this is the children, this might even be the home - the second, third, fourth bucket list items to happen in this bed.

[eiochevart]

Some doodles…

I finally drew one of my Links again… Atlas my beloved

[jamiesfootball]

Augusnippets Day 10

Prompt: begging for mercy

cw: implied/referenced offer of prostitution (in a quid pro quo sort of way) (not Rebecca's idea)

Summary:

Rebecca attempts to send Jamie back to Manchester. Jamie attempts to change her mind. (episode coda for s1e06 'Two Aces')

Here on AO3

“Please.”

“I’m so sorry,” said Ms. Welton. With a dismissive turn, she picked up her coat, a clear signal that the discussion was over.

Jamie couldn’t breathe. Stars flickered in the corners of his eyes.

He forced his tone into something casual. “Please. I’ll do anything, yeah? Don’t send me back.”

“I’m afraid it’s out of my hands, Jamie. City called; they’re retracting–“

“Bullshit. They’re already in line to win this season. They don’t need me back. Come on, I- please, Ms. Welton. Just tell me what I did, and I’ll fix it.”

Ms. Welton snorted, a surprisingly harsh and cruel sound that cut across the office like a gunshot.

“There’s nothing to fix! And just to be clear, because you asked, it’s your attitude. Your behaviour since you arrived at this club has been nothing short of abhorrent. You’re rude to your teammates, rude to your manager. The question isn’t what you can do to stay, it’s why I didn’t think to get rid of you sooner!”

“I can score goals.”

“Yet not enough to keep us from sliding down the table. And certainly not enough to make up for the frankly abysmal lack of sportsmanship you display on the field. No, the fact of the matter is that Richmond no longer requires your services–“

“Please.”

“--and not even if you got down on your knees and begged would I change my mind.”

Thump.

Ms. Welton froze with her scarf half-wrapped around her neck. “What are you doing?”

He stayed on his knees.

“Enough of this,” she barked. A shrill noise escaped her throat when he didn’t move. “Get up!”

“I told you,” he said through numb lips. His head was white with staticky panic, the kind that matched the scratchy carpet under his knees.

He steeled his spine, fighting back against the nausea that threatened to rise up.

“Anything,” he swore.  “Anything you want. Anything you ask me to do, I’ll do it—no questions asked. I’ll apologise to Ted. To Sam. To Roy, the old grumpy bastard. I’ll pass the ball. I’ll join the second team. I’ll keep the bench warm for the rest of the season, but I can’t go back. You can’t send me back. Please. Please. There’s got to be something you want. I can be useful, just name your price.”

“This is ridiculous-“

“Is it money? More sponsors? I can woo them for you. Cheryl wasn’t the only one who copped a feel when she slipped me her number. I can have this place swimming in cash. Sponsors, good press, you name it, I’ll- I’ll fucking do it, just tell me what I need to do, please don’t send me back-“

Rebecca’s hand on his face silenced him. She hadn’t turned the lights on when she led him to her office, and the trash can fire felt a million light years away, nothing more than a flickering memory under the cold presence of her stare.

He was suddenly, sickeningly aware of how his position on his knees meant she towered over him like a statue. Her nails brushed against his cheek, light and unintentional, and he struggled to breathe around a sharp edge of panic.

He was going to be sick, he thought hysterically as his spine turned to liquid. He was going to be sick all over her shiny heels, and then what?

He felt small.

Her eyes glimmered with pity, and for a second she wasn’t scary at all. Her scarf sat unfinished in a complicated knot around her neck. Her lips parted unhappily, as if something about Jamie upset her. As if she was beholding something truly awful, low and pitiful, unworthy of the time it would take to put down.

Like she was looking into his soul.

Her expression hardened in decision.

“If I do something for you,” she said hoarsely, cinching her scarf closed with one final tug. “Then you have to do something for me.”

He nodded.

“No questions.”

He nodded, head bobbing along like the figure at the bottom of a rope.

She told him what she wanted. No sooner than she had finished speaking that words of agreement slipped out of his mouth, because he’d already known he’d say yes to whatever she demanded. Everyone had a limit, a price, and hers was so easy that relief swam in his eyes, blurring his vision.

He could’ve cried right there into her skirt if she hadn’t ordered him to stand up already. I’ll send you the details in the morning.

Jamie left her office in a fog, giddy and confused and trembling with a nervous terror that had his hands shaking on his car door. He couldn’t imagine what her angle was, but he didn’t need to. He didn't need to know why to do a good job; he just had to do what he was told.

He was going to do what she’d asked him to do better than she even dreamed, and then she’d never think about sending him home again.

“Help me destroy Coach Lasso.”

He already had ideas.

[hazelcallahan]

who else cheered

[cremanata]

brazilian miku ♡

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[phantomrose96]

I think we should have a turn of phrase for "I'm not in the right, but I AM annoyed with this situation, so I just need to go bitch to a friend about this before I suck it up and go do the right thing" because more and more I'm finding this is a critical element of functional adulthood.

[valtsv]

my main advice for writing an enemies to lovers relationship is to resist the urge to make the characters' loathing and attraction mutually exclusive opposing forces. it's okay if they're getting weirdly into it and having Thoughts whilst also sincerely wanting to kill each other with hammers.

[blorbosinmyheadcentral]

This came to me in a vision

[egophiliac]

should've just let Vil be the one to fly, it would've gone SO much easier. 😔

also HEY how are everyone else's pulls going, because I have had the most RIDICULOUS luck, seriously, halloween magic is 100% real

[canisalbus]

[kimmkitsuragi]

oh my fucking god i don't have any clothesssss

[nelsaqift]

you’ll never guess what i watched recently

[bluegiragi]

holding back (part 2)

early access + nsfw on patreon

[httyd-art-requests]

( @yuiayyy ) They know a fellow criminal when they see one

(Not canon to the Toothless in Gravity Falls AU!)

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[sadbugbois]

I read svsss and I really liked the way they didn't communicate, nobody does it like them <3

[petricorah]

felt like drawing something sweet [id in alt]