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fluentmoviequoter · 2 months ago

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Second First Mother's Day

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!shy!wife!reader

Summary: Angela and Nyla take you out for a late Mother's Day gift, and Tim is left alone while your friends care for your babies.

Warnings/Word Count: fluff, flirty!Tim, 1.6k+ words

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If Tim has to hear one more comment about how long this week has been, he might cut it short himself. He’s been working nonstop for nearly three weeks, leaving you to care for your twins. He misses you, he thinks as he enters the bullpen. It doesn’t take him long to find Lucy after that.

“I can’t believe I won,” she gushes to Angela and Nolan. “I entered because- I mean, of course I did. Now I get free food forever? I don’t think anything will ever top this!”

“Wesley took me to their grand opening,” Angela says. “It’s really good food, and the chef is incredibly nice.”

“Who are you taking first?” Nolan inquires. “You said you could take people with you. Maybe someone who came into this job with you as a rookie?”

“Smooth, Nolan,” Nyla interjects from her desk.

“I’m actually taking my best friend,” Lucy murmurs. “But I’ll take you soon, I promise!”

“You’re taking Mrs. Bradford?” Angela clarifies, smiling. “Does Tim know?”

“I mean, does he need to? It’s my gift - a combination birthday present and belated Mother’s Day experience,” Lucy explains.

Around the corner, Tim rolls his eyes. He fails to convince even himself that he isn’t upset. His friends can find time to be with you and enjoy your company, but your own husband can’t. Someone calls his name, and he abandons his eavesdropping position to assist another officer with a rowdy suspect.

“When are you taking her?” Nyla demands, standing. “Because Angela and I called dibs on her tomorrow.”

“Uh, Friday? Wait, if you’re taking her somewhere tomorrow and Tim is working, who’s watching the boys?”

“Well, we were going to ask you about that,” Angela says. “Aaron already agreed.”

“Why are you taking her out?” Nolan wonders.

“It’s a late Mother’s Day gift. It’s much more enjoyable to celebrate after Mother’s Day because the weather is usually better, and the crowds aren’t as atrocious. Plus, you can pass off the kids if it isn’t actually the day you’re supposed to spend with them.”

“That’s… that’s genius,” Nolan mumbles.

“I’ll talk to Aaron,” Lucy assures Angela. “We’ll be there.”

You’re enjoying a quiet day with your twins when the doorbell rings. With your brows drawn together, you approach the front door and look through the peephole. Lucy and Aaron are standing outside, each holding bags and whispering. You hold Ryan against your chest as you unlock and open the door, smiling as you invite your babies’ godparents inside.

“Hi,” you greet softly. “Did I forget something?”

“Nope,” Aaron answers, dropping his bags so he can pick your other son up. “Hi, little buddy,” he murmurs.

“We’re here to babysit,” Lucy tells you.

“Oh, I don’t need a babysitter today,” you begin.

“Yes, you do,” Nyla interrupts, entering the still-open door.

“Get ready,” Angela adds from behind her. “We’re taking you out.”

Lucy glances at her smartwatch, then asks, “Is it okay if Brody comes over?”

“Of course,” you say over your shoulder, watching Angela and Nyla. Their smiles are too similar to Tim’s before he does something that pushes you past your comfort zone.

“We’re going to the fair,” Angela says, grabbing your shoulders to steer you to your bedroom while Lucy takes Ryan from your arms.

“Five Minutes,” Nyla barks. Aaron’s eyes widen as he shrugs, and she gestures to the baby in his arms. “My turn.”

“He’s literally named after me, Harper. Why can’t you hold Ryan?” Aaron argues.

“Because…” She takes the baby, smiling smugly when he giggles and smiles up at her. “Because Thor here knows that I’m closer to an Avenger than any of you could ever dream of being.”

“Wrong Thor,” Lucy points out. When Nyla turns to glare at her, she rescinds, “Maybe it is, how would I know?”

“We’re ready!” Angela announces when you return.

You say bye to your boys, then thank Aaron and Lucy for watching them. As you embark on a day out with two fellow mothers and women who have become your best friends and greatest supporters, you get excited to live like a kid again, even if it’s just for a day.

Tim pulls his phone out of his pocket while he’s on break. The empty break room seems to laugh at him; the soft hum of the air conditioner and intermittent whirring of the vending machines amplify the silence.

Tim types a message to check on you and the boys. You usually reply within two minutes, but five long minutes pass in the discomfort of the station with no response. Tim shoves his phone into his pocket as he stands, able to feel his grumpy attitude worsening. As he exits the break room, however, he slides to a stop and forgets about the message.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

Aaron and Lucy turn quickly, smiling as they approach him with his sons tucked safely in their converted car seat carriers. Lucy’s boyfriend – who Tim doesn’t bother to greet – lingers behind them with his military K9, Parker.

“Where’s my wife?” Tim demands.

“Out with Harper and Lopez,” Aaron answers. “They’re treating her to a day off for Mother’s Day, just a little late.”

Tim’s jaw clenches before he nods. You deserve it, but he would have liked to have been in the loop about it. Maybe he could have taken the day off and been home with your sons to greet you when you returned.

“Alright,” Tim grumbles, “I’ll take them.”

He reaches for Thor’s carrier, but Aaron steps back and shakes his head.

“Thorsen,” Tim warns.

“We took a vow, Tim,” Lucy explains, moving closer to Brody as if he can protect her – or would want to get between her and Tim. “They’re out responsibility today, and we will protect them with our lives.”

“Right,” Aaron agrees. “Thor is safe.”

“Bradford!” Wade calls, stepping out of his office. He smiles at the sight of Ryan and Thor, then asks, “Do you need a minute?”

“Apparently not,” Tim snaps, directed more at Aaron and Lucy. “What do you need, sir?”

“He makes my drill sergeant seem like a nun,” Brody whispers, reaching down to pet Parker.

“Tell me about it,” Lucy replies.

Nyla makes a wrong turn on the way back to your house, but you don’t say anything. You have an unread message from Tim, but it was so long ago that you assume he’s figured out that you’re safe.

“Last stop,” Angela says when Nyla enters a parking lot.

Lucy waves at you, standing beside the patio entrance of a new restaurant you’ve been wanting to try. You notice that she doesn’t have either of your sons with her and assume they’re both with Aaron. He has your trust and respect, so the idea doesn’t bother you. Brody and Parker are at the table, and he stands to greet you, wishing you a happy belated Mother’s Day and slipping you an envelope with ‘Happy Birthday – Brody and Parker (and Lucy)’ written across it.

“You guys have done too much,” you say as you sit between Nyla and Lucy. “Let me pay for this.”

“Oh, you haven’t heard the good news!” Lucy begins, launching into an explanation of how she won a raffle for free food for life. Friends and family included.

“… so, when he scales the wall, the CO is like, ‘what did you give that dog?’” Brody says, continuing the story he started in the car. “My buddy Jake just goes rigid and yells, ‘That’s why his name is Parker, sir. He’s named for the legendary Peter Parker, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.’”

You laugh at his impression of his friend as Lucy uses her key to open your front door. You’re sure Tim has regretted the decision to share it with her a few times – and not just because he’s threatened to change the locks. As you enter with your friends, you see Tim sitting on the couch, his arms crossed tightly across his chest as he looks at Aaron. Nyla, Angela, and Brody walk straight to the small playpen set up by the window to play with your babies.

Tim’s mopey look disappears for a second when Parker jumps onto the couch and plops his head on Tim’s lap, wagging his tail when Kojo joins him on the other side.

“Hi,” you say, walking toward him. “Are you okay?”

“Did you have a good time?” he inquires, letting his arms fall before he reaches for your hand.

“I did.”

Tim nods slowly, then interlaces his fingers with yours. “Then I’m good. But if those people don’t get out of our house right now, I will change the locks.”

“Let’s go, Parker!” Lucy calls, standing quickly and waving over her shoulder.

“Thank you!” you tell them, waving as Tim stands beside you.

“Sir,” Brody murmurs, nodding as he clips Parker’s leash to his harness.

“They were just being nice,” you point out as the door closes.

Tim lifts his hands to cup your cheeks, looking between your eyes as he sighs. “Love of my life,” he begins, his voice low.

You drop your eyes, but he’s holding you, so you can’t get away from him. Drawing your shoulders up, you try to keep yourself from melting into his hands and giving him something he can use against you.

“They didn’t tell me,” Tim adds. “But, as long as you had a good day, maybe it’s okay.”

“Wasn’t as special as the first mother’s day with you,” you whisper.

“And it never will be.”

Tim kisses you before you can reply, and your boys coo together like they’re cheering for you.

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81pastrys · 3 months ago

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Rebel

Summary— Isa sneaks out and Max has to figure out rules for her not to.

Warnings— defiant teen ; strict dad!Max ; underage drinking ; mention of alcohol sickness ; puke

A/N— this one is longer than I expected it to be

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Request— Helloo, could you do something angsty with teen daughter x dad max? your choice, but maybe she's done smth rebellious or what you prefer!

“Dan please??” Isa begged on the phone quietly to her uncle. “Just one night! Dad knows!” She continued whining to where Max and Kelly couldn’t hear.

“Isa, I told you if you go out with me you need to have your dad’s permission and it sounds like you don’t.” Daniel explained. She had done this before, told Daniel she had permission to go out as long as Daniel was there when she quite obviously did not.

Daniel was in town and was going partying, which is knew he was going to do. So, she called him and asked if she could go, being 16 and all. When Daniel shot her down she started whining and begging.

When Daniel ended the call and stopped answering she resorted to her backup plan. Charles. He could never say no to Isa, even if Max scolded the fuck out of him time and time again.

Charles answered the phone with a quick greeting and Isa began her spiel. “Uncle Cha, can you come get me? Uncle Danny said I can go out but he can’t pick me up.” She sounded innocent and truthful.

“Oui, I’ll be there in 15?” He said. “If I see your window open I’m leaving.” He tried to resist the urge to just not give in, but Isa was a little princess in Charles eyes.

She smiled and ended the call, getting ready in a two piece party outfit. She had Daniel’s location along with a few other drivers, which were in the same club. She could easily pass off as drinking age and sure as hell could flirt her way into anywhere.

Max and Kelly were sound asleep, her only obstacle: Penelope. She got past her door, not wearing the heels. Perfect it was her time to shine. Charles pulled in the driveway and she walked out the front door, quietly able to lock it.

She got in the passenger seat and put the heels on. “Thank you uncle cha.” She said, dolled up and ready for the club. Charles was too, a loose fitted shirt and some slacks.

“Does Max know you’re going out?” He asked. She lied and he believed her. He knew she was going out with the rest of the drivers so that’s where they headed. It was easy getting in, an F1 driver exiting the car with a girl who looked overage? Yeah, the club had no chance.

There were no bands so she easily got hold of a drink and started dancing away. Some drivers noticed her and either smiled or gawked at how she even got there without Max present. He would never bring her out.

Her big mistake, talking with Lando and Oscar. “Isa, did you ask Max to go out?” Oscar asked her. She never lied to Oscar, he could read every single micro expression. She looked away guilty and mumbled a ‘no.’

Lando grabbed her hand and brought her over to the drivers table. Nearly every other driver present, including Daniel. He took a deep breath and set his cup down. “Isa Rose.” He said warningly.

Charles perked at her name and smiled at her. “Having fun little Verstappen?” Pierre laughed. Daniel was now walking off with his phone to his ear.

“Snitch.” She mumbled to Oscar. “I was having fun until the McLaren boys decided to ruin it.” She said out loud.

“Ruin it? You shouldn’t even be out!” Lando said. “It’s fucking 2 am and you have school in the morning.” He was yelling but to be fair school could mean college.

Daniel walked back and yanked her away. “Ow! Danny!” She whined. She was a bit drunk thanks to the drinks she kept getting. “I’m in heels slow down!” She scoffed.

“Max is not happy.” He said shaking his head. He got his car from valet and her phone was blowing up with texts and calls, silenced from the do not disturb feature she put on earlier.

Daniel drove her home in silence. Anytime she tried talking he would shush her or blatantly say to shut up. They pulled in the driveway and she got out, still drunk, holding her heels and Daniel trodding behind her.

Max was waiting in the kitchen for her. He huffed a heavy breath and held his hand out. She placed her phone in it. He started quietly scolding her but her head was spinning and she was swaying side to side slightly. All she could manage was hums of agreement.

“I don’t feel so good.” She slurred before Daniel led her to her bathroom and she puked her brains out. “Do you really need to punish me when I clearly punished myself.” She shot at him standing in the doorway as Daniel held her hair back.

“Yes, Isa. Your mother is not going to be happy about this either.” He said. “You’re lucky they were even there, what if they weren’t?” He whisper yelled.

She disregarded all his words, allowing her body to flow through the motions of alcohol sickness. Once she was done they got her in bed. Water and crackers on her nightstand.

In the morning she had a blaring headache and groaned. She drank the water and ate the crackers. Her body was itchy and she realized they never changed her clothes. She got up and did just that, comfy sweatpants and a hoodie.

Kelly and Max were waiting for her in the kitchen. It was obviously too late to go to school, Penelope was already gone it had been a few hours since she even left.

“You went out, again.” Kelly said, the anger so high she could barely hear herself. “Who brought you this time? Obviously not Daniel if he brought you home as pissed as your father.”

Isa groaned and rubbed her eyes. “Charles.” She was nonchalant, like she isn’t about to be punished for life. “It wasn’t even that fun.”

“You have been defying all of our rules Isa.” Max said. “You sneak out, you’re failing classes, is there something else going on?” He was more concerned now. “Are we not giving you enough attention from this?”

“I don’t know, I just like sneaking out and not doing my work.” She shrugged. Kelly laughed, walking off as to not piss herself off more. “I never have fun, the boys do.”

“So let me get this straight.” Max said. “I invite you to go and play padel with us, you say no. I tell you we’re going to races and you roll your eyes.” He said. “But for some fucking reason sneaking out is more fun than that?”

“I guess.” She was still calm minded and not anxious what so ever. “Penelope is always out with her friends partying.”

“Do not bring Penelope into this, she actually listens when else say she can’t go out.” Max said. Penelope was the golden child, good grades, never in trouble, and basically the favorite.

“Well then I guess it is an attention thing.” Isa said. “Penelope gets good grades and scholarships and I’m fucking nobody.” She starts tearing up at her own words.

“That is not true, Penelope has worked hard for her grades and scholarships.” Max corrected. “Penelope actually feels left out.” That’s probably something Penelope told him in confidence not to repeat but it seemed to help his stance.

“If I’m not breaking rules it’s all about her, so maybe that’s why I do it. If I can’t get praise I might as well act out to get some sort of recognition.” She stormed to her room and Max decided he needed to talk this over with Kelly.

This was not okay, one kid feels left out for being nearly perfect and the other feels neglected by them. “What do we do?” Kelly asked him.

“I mean, how do we make things more equalized between them?” He asked. “They’re very different girls.”

“Sadly one has your mentality.” Kelly joked a bit to lighten the mood. They decided it’s best they start both girls off with a clean slate. No harsh punishments but trust should be earned, not just taken for granted.

Once Penelope got home they called them both to the kitchen. They laid our ground rules and privileges they have. “We want to trust you girls, but it has to be earned. If we deem you can’t go out, you simply can’t.” Max said. “If we say you can go out we want to know with who and where and why.”

“I always tell you that stuff.” Penelope said innocently. Max and Kelly nodded at her and looked to Isa.

“You’re both starting on a clean slate, no strikes or privileges being taken away, but if one of you breaks our trust and sneaks out or defies the rules we set, those things get taken away.” Kelly ended the speech.

“I’ve talked with the boys too, no special midnight rides anywhere unless they ask me first for confirmation.” Max said. “In which I expect whoever asked them to ask me as well.”

Isa hated the fact he dragged Penelope into this after he said not to but ultimately agreed with the stupid rules. She followed them, even asked for a tutor to get her grades up.

Her instincts never died down, knowing the boys were in town and wanting to ask one of them to come get her, but she didn’t. She went to Max first.

“Dad, can I go out with the boys tonight?” She asked. He smiled at her. He was getting ready to go out with them to celebrate Lando’s birthday.

“Did you ask one of them already?” He asked her. She shook her head no and bit her lip. “I’m proud of you for coming to me first, but I think for tonight it’s going to be a no.” It was a test.

“Okay.” Isa said and went back to her room. She had no urges to text one of the other guys or sneak out on her own. She just let it be a no and went to sleep.

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f1cflcfic · 6 months ago

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The Prophecy (SMAU ft. Lando Norris) Part II

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader (y/n)

summary: what happens after the break-up that noone saw coming? as Y/N L/N gears up to release her next album, each song reveals a little bit of the past, present and future of her relationship with Lando Norris. Inspired by a curated playlist built around "The Prophecy".

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons.

genre: social media au, angst, exes to lovers, happy ending

part i

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September, 2026

[Excerpt from Kelly Clarkson interview with Y/N]

“We’re so excited to have y/n l/n with us today, I can’t get your latest song out of my head. It’s really such a great revival of the sultry pop ballads,” Kelly says joyously, and y/n can’t help but smile.

“Thank you! That means a lot coming from you – I grew up watching you on American Idol, I can’t believe I’m even sitting across from you now.”

“Oh my god, stop! You’re gonna make me feel real old. Congratulations again on your Grammy for your sophomore album, All I Ever Needed. How did it feel going into your new project with that in the back of your mind?”

Y/N shuffles uncomfortably on the couch. “Hmm thank you. I – well, it was really different. The songs I wrote on there were coming from this feeling of bliss which was fading fast by the time the Grammy’s rolled around. I had to figure out what kind of artist I am if I’m not in love, or writing about happiness. It felt embarrassing. I don’t like being vulnerable, but I love sharing love. So it was hard for me, not gonna lie. But I’m happy that we got there in the end.”

“Wow, well I was able to listen to a few other songs on this record. I gotta say, I think it’s by far your best record yet. And did you write on all of the songs this time around again?”

Y/N nods her head, a small smile creeping back up on her face. “Yeah, I did. It turns out that writing about sad things can be really cathartic. But I really want people to know that it doesn’t mean this isn’t an album about love. At the end of the day, each of these songs are love letters to every single moment or person that made me feel something – for better or worse.”

early October, 2026

[Transcription of Capital FM segment with Y/N]

“We’ve got Y/N L/N with us here on Capital FM, and we’re about to play a quick round of Never Have I Ever! Are you ready?”

Y/N smiles, holding a paddle with “I Have” and “I Have Never”. “Sure, as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Great! Now first one: Never have I ever… regifted a gift someone bought me.”

“Ooooh, not a gift someone bought me. But things I have been sent or given in goodie bags I’ve definitely regifted,” Y/N says, and raises the “I Have Never” paddle.

“That’s alright! I think that’s not too bad. In fact, I’d volunteer to get something regifted from you,” the host laughs. “I usually donate it, but next time I’ll keep you in mind!”

“Perfect. Next one: Never have I ever slid into someone’s DMs”

Y/N rolls her eyes and raises the “I Have” paddle. “Who hasn’t? If people say they haven’t, they’re just lying to you.”

“Who’s the most famous person who’s ever been in your DMs?” The host asks, and Y/N laughs. “Hmm Taylor Swift, maybe?”

“You’re good friends, aren’t you?” Y/N nods. “Yeah, I actually wrote ‘how did it end?’ during a studio session with her.”

“Hmm that brings me to the next question – never have I ever written a song about an ex.”

Again, Y/N raises the “I Have” paddle, but then twists it so it’s halfway. “I think sometimes, no scratch that, I think almost always songs work way better when they’re open for interpretation. Isn’t it nice how everyone can take something else from it, that way?”

“Have you ever gotten back together with an ex?” The host asks, and Y/N makes a ‘tsk’ noise. “Never! First rule in the book, or so my friends tell me all the time.”

"Even when the heart wants what it wants?"

"Even then."

mid October, 2026

[Excerpt from Call Her Daddy episode with Y/N]

“I think in many ways this album is the most naked I’ve ever felt in my emotions. But maybe that’s actually a good thing,” Y/N grins.

“They do say that sex sells,” Alex (Cooper) responds, and Y/N chuckles. “You’ll find hardly any of that on this album.”

“That’s not entirely true, there’s a song on there with some explicit lyrics,” she adds.

“Undrunk? Funnily enough, that one was probably one of the easier ones to write because it actually felt the furthest removed from myself? It’s inspired by, but not based on my own experiences. I’d say it’s my unlived life,” Y/N tries to explain.

“Talk to me about that. People are always quite eager to pinpoint all experiences of a celebrity. They know who you’ve dated, look for clues and dissect every lyric. How do you decide what to share and what not to share?”

“I think it’s sort of why I wanted to share ‘how did it end?’. Even the title track is me addressing the fact that everyone feels entitled to determine my love story. Including me, I think everyone tries to engineer or hack happiness at one point in their life. But it doesn’t work like that. And at the same time, it’s important for me to try and have some semblance of control over my own narrative, my feelings, my sense of self. And that also goes for the people whose presence in my life inspired me to write these songs. For better or worse, I’m grateful for it.”

Alex smirks. “Look, we can’t avoid the topic here. We all know that one of those people is Formula One driver Lando Norris. He’s also got a lot of very dedicated fans, who’ve been clamoring under every post of yours to leave him alone ever since you started dating. How did, and do you deal with that? It would have been easy to erase him from your social media, once the relationship ended, but you chose not to do that. Was that a conscious decision on your end, or something you ever discussed?”

Y/N takes a sip of water, and purses her lips. “I kinda feel like it’s just not really my place to expand on that – it’s between Lando and his fans. Like, it actually has nothing to do with me, I feel. If people are surprised I didn’t delete like three photos, it’s just because I like them – it’s not that deep. I can still cherish good moments, even when they’re in the past. I’m not embarrassed or ashamed of the fact that my ex was part of my life. But it’s not for me to comment on it beyond that. He’s well within his rights to want to delete them, and he doesn’t need to explain to anyone – not to me, not to his fans, anyone why he did it.”

“But it’s more than that. It does seem to imply he doesn’t like the association. And yet you referenced him in the video for “Jaded”. It’s caused some controversy,” she prods a little more.

Y/N snorts. “I was just paying homage to my co-writer, and her iconic 7 Things video. But it’s also partly me taking that ownership. A video is one of the few spaces where you can set the scene. If I wanted to expand on it, I’d have done it through art. People will be mad either way, and the props don’t add anything you can’t already infer from the lyrics.”

“Has he listened to it?”

“Have you?” Y/N counters. Alex smiles, then moves on.

end of October, 2026

[The Independent excerpt]

Y/N L/N reveals tracklist to her third album as anticipation grows!

An obvious contender for the BRITs, is what the first reviews are saying about L/N's latest record “Jaded”. The LP will arrive in just two weeks, but up until today we did not know the exact runtime of the highly anticipated album. After posting to her Instagram, Y/N L/N revealed that the regular version of The Prophecy will count 12 tracks, with the deluxe edition raising that to a comfortable 16. Fans will surely be delighted to know that they can purchase various versions, all contributing to what is looking to be a very easy chart victory.

Talking to Jimmy Fallon earlier this week, L/N stated that she hopes her fans will listen to the album in its running order. “I know it’s really tempting to skip straight to your favourite, but I spent ages ruminating over how to tell my story in the best way – so I hope that translates.”

So far, all official singles of “The Prophecy” have charted both in the Official Top 20 as well as the Billboard Top 40, with The Heart Want What It Wants peaking on top, and Jaded just outside the top 10 at #11.

♥･*:.｡｡.:*･ﾟ♡･*:.｡｡.:*･ﾟ♥ I was soooooo happily surprised by the response to the previous part that I hurried up to post this :) Any comments, likes, reblogs, asks are super appreciated. ♥ Part III is now available here, it'll be four six parts in total. for those interested, official tracklist songs

how did it end? - Taylor Swift / The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez / Jaded - Miley Cyrus / Lie to Girls - Sabrina Carpenter / Breakeven - The Script / The Prophecy - Taylor Swift / Stay - Gracie Abrams / Science + Faith - The Script / Moral of the Story ft. Niall Horan - Ashe / Undrunk - Fletcher / Vertigo - Griff / No More Sad Songs - Little Mix / Paper Hearts - Tori Kelly / Into You - Julia Michaels / Supercut - Lorde / Genesis - Dua Lipa Link to a playlist here

#lando norris x reader #lando norris fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #ln4 x reader #ln4 x you #lando norris x you #the prophecy smau

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morgana-larkin · 1 month ago

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You’re writing for Maya now?!? Ahhhhhh!!!!

Could you do Maya x fem! Reader. Reader is Maya’s assistant or like….marketing underling. Reader is in her 20s and they are in a secret established relationship. And they have a busy work day at the studio and Maya is getting hit on by a director or well known actor they are trying to sign so Maya is going for it. And reciprocating the flirting to get them to sign. And it makes reader super jealous and Maya incredibly amused. so later that day reader decides to give maya a taste of what she was feeling when an opportunity with a coworker or actress presents itself. And it works and Maya gets super pissed and they get home and have possessive angry sex that leads into soft sex???

Hi anon, thank you for sending me my first Maya prompt and had a lot of fun writing this! Let me know what you all think as it's my first Maya fic and I hope I captured her personality well. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Fucked Up

Warnings: Swearing, jealous smut, soft smut, possessive Maya, Strap on use

Words: 3.4K

You and Maya are making your way to the meeting room. You trail behind her as you carry her stuff as you’re her assistant.

“I hope he doesn’t fuck this up.” Maya tells you as the meeting room comes into view. “Sorry we’re late, caught a mistake on one of the teasers and had to fix it before we posted it.” Maya tells the room as you both walk in. You then hand her her folder before she sits down as you stay standing in case she needs anything.

“Well if it isn’t the famous Maya Mason.” The guy says as Maya takes a seat, tone a little flirty. You then watch as they make a pitch to the guy to get him to have his next movie be done by the studio. You watch as they all make excellent points but you see him staring at Maya. You look at Maya and you see she either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

After about half an hour, you all notice that he might be leaning towards another studio so Maya starts flirting back with him. You see the guy, who’s name you forgot already, catches on to her flirting very quickly and seems more interested in the conversation.

You watch as she laughs at a few of his jokes, changed her tone to match his, and touches his arm at one point. You watch all of this and you feel the jealousy building inside of you. You cross your arms and furrow your eyebrows in anger and silently stew in the corner.

“Mr. Baron, I can assure you that if you sign with us then you’ll have more freedom to make the movie how you want it then you would if you sign with someone else.” Maya tells him and you see he’s thinking about it.

“You know what? You convinced me, I’ll sign with you guys.” He then says and everyone smiles at him, except for you. Maya casts a glance at you and she sees you’re angry. Matt hands him over the papers for the contract and rules and Mr. Baron signs them.

“We can’t wait to work on this with you.” Maya tells him.

“Well I know with you marketing it then it’ll be a hit.” He tells her before leaving. They all wait until he’s out of earshot before they start celebrating.

“Way to go Maya!” Matt tells her.

“Who knew you had that in you.” Sal says.

“Well I gotta get back to work, come on Y/n.” Maya says as she gets up. Quinn ends up seeing your expression as Maya passes by you as you seem to be shooting daggers at Maya right now.

“Did you seriously flirt with him?” You ask her once you both reach her office. She puts down the folder from the meeting before she looks at you.

“It got him to sign, I don’t see the problem.” She tells you before she sits in her chair.

“Oh I’m sorry, I was under the impression that we’ve been in a relationship for the past year.” You say and she tilts her head.

“We are, we live together.” She says and you put your hands on your hips.

“Then why the fuck we’re you flirting with him?” You ask her, voice slightly louder.

“We needed him to sign and he did, not a big deal.” She tells you, not getting it. She picks up some papers and a pen to write something down. “Wait…are you jealous?” She asks and you huff. “Is that why you’re all pouty and angry, because you’re jealous?” She asks you with a smirk.

“Why are you happy about that?”

“You’re quite cute when you’re jealous.” She tells you and puts the end of the pen in her mouth and bites down on it.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re amused by all of this.” You say.

“I am, it’s quite funny that you’re jealous just because I was flirting so he’d sign with us.” She says with a smirk.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.” You tell her.

“You do realise you’re my assistant right?” She asks and you huff before you turn around to leave. “Y/n.” She says and you turn around, thinking she might apologise. “Can you go get me some coffee?” She asks and you roll your eyes.

“Your usual?” You ask her angrily and she nods.

After getting her coffee you sit at your desk, mostly stewing in anger, and thinking about how Maya isn’t really considering your feelings in the situation. You then start doing your work that she wants you to do. After a few hours she gets you to come bring her some folders to a movie set. You go down to the set and you give them to her while she’s talking with the director. You’re still angry with her so you just leave after and you don’t notice her looking at you leaving. You don’t get too far as the lead actress comes up to you and starts talking to you.

“Hi.” She says and you turn around to look at her.

“Hi.” You tell her.

“I haven’t seen you here before.” She says with a smile.

“I’m the assistant of Maya Mason. She’s lead marketing.” You tell her.

“Oh, well I can’t wait to see how you help market this movie. I’m sure it’ll be great with your help.” She says and you blush.

“Thank you.” You say with a shy smile and look down briefly. When you look back up you happen to notice Maya looking at you both with furrowed eyebrows.

“What’s your name?” The actress asks.

“I’m Y/n, what’s your name?”

“I’m Elaine.” She tells you and you shake her head.

“Nice to meet you. Also are you enjoying working on the movie?” You ask her.

“Oh so much. It’s so fun and I could tell that your studio gave a lot of freedom in this movie.” She says.

“That’s what we like to do. Have I seen you in something before? You look familiar.” You ask her and she smiles before she lists off a few things she’s been in. You look over her shoulder and see Maya is looking at you and crossing her arms and you smile, maybe this is the best payback for earlier.

Maya is watching you talk to the actress and she’s feeling a tightness in her chest creep up on her. She sees you smiling and blushing at her and she’s getting jealous. She’s normally so confident with everything in her life but with you it’s different. You two have an age gap as you’re in your mid twenties and she’s in her 40’s. Now seeing you talk with a beautiful young woman is making her very jealous, you’re hers and only hers. She then blows past the both of you and you turn back to Elaine.

“I should go, in case she needs me for anything.” You tell her.

“I understand, but come back to visit any time.” She says and you smile and nod before you follow Maya.

A couple hours later you’re sitting on your desk, eating takeout that you ordered as you both had to skip dinner earlier. All of a sudden Maya comes up to your desk and packs your food away.

“Maya, what the fuck, I’m still eating.” You tell her.

“Eat in the car, we’re going home.” She says as she grabs the takeout bag and walks away. You grab your things and follow after her.

In the car you finish eating your food as Maya drives you both home and you notice that she keeps glancing at you.

“Can I help you with something?” You ask her.

“You seemed to have enjoyed talking to that actress earlier.” She says and you shrug.

“I guess, she’s nice and she said I can visit her whenever I want.” You tell her and you see Maya’s knuckles turning white. “Are you gripping the wheel hard enough?” You ask her and she huffs.

“Why does that matter to you if I am or not?” She asks and you furrow your eyebrows.

“Because your knuckles are white.” You simply say as she pulls up the driveway to the house.

She gets out of the car, slamming the car door shut and walks up to the front door without looking at you. She lets you both inside and she puts her things down while you go throw out the takeout bag. She has her hands on her hips and puts her head back as she lets out a big sigh.

“What’s going on?” You ask as you walk up to her.

“What’s going on is you were flirting with that actress.” She says as she points to you.

“Even if I was then it’s not a big deal as you were flirting with that director earlier.” You counter.

“So that he would sign the fucking contract!” She yells. “I did it so that we could have a really good movie under our belt. You flirted with that girl just because you wanted to.”

“I didn’t flirt with her.”

“Maybe you weren’t but she definitely was and you weren’t stopping her.” She says.

“Only because I wanted you to know how it felt when you were flirting with that guy. You found it amusing earlier and you didn’t even take my feelings into consideration!” You counter and you decide to add fuel to the fire. “Maybe next time I should flirt back, as it’ll be with someone who takes an interest in me.” You say and you see Maya’s eyes darken before she grabs your waist.

“You aren’t flirting with anyone but me.” She says with a growl. “Maybe you need a reminder of who you belong to.” She adds before she kisses you.

She gets you to back up until you hit the wall. She traps you and puts a leg in between yours. She grabs your hips and gets you to move on her thigh and you moan out. She trails down to your neck and starts sucking.

“Oh god.” You gasp out and Maya moves her hands up and pins your hands beside your head. “Maya please.” You beg and she ignores you, she just keeps sucking on your neck.

She then grabs your hand and pulls you towards the stairs and to the bedroom. She gets you to back up and you fall down on the bed and she gets on top of you. She takes your shirt off and begins kissing all over your chest. She then takes your bra off and wraps her mouth around a nipple and starts sucking. You grab her hair and pull on it and she lets out a moan.

“Maya.” You beg and she covers your mouth with her hand.

“You don’t get to ask for anything.” She tells you before she removes her shirt. “I’m reminding you that you belong to me which is why you’re gonna take whatever I give you.”

“Need I remind you that you started this by flirting with that guy.” You shoot back as you glare at her.

“So that’s how you want to play it.” She says as she gets off the bed and then takes your pants and underwear off. You watch as she takes off all her expensive clothes and throws them carelessly on the floor. She then goes into the nightstand drawer and pulls out her favourite dildo and strap. She smirks at you as she puts the strap on and then puts the dildo in before she climbs back on the bed. “Look at you, you look so needy for me, for my dick.” She tells you before she runs a finger through your folds. “You’re already so wet, wet just for me.” She adds.

“Maya.” You whine out and she grabs your thighs.

“I already told you that you don’t get to ask for anything.” She says with a bit of anger. She then grabs your hips and aligns the dildo with your entrance. She does one hard thrust and the dildo enters you fully and you gasp loudly. “Don’t be quiet.” She tells you before she starts moving her hips. She starts moving your hips with her hands, meeting her thrusts to give you more stimulation and you moan out.

“May-” She cuts you off as she begins circling your clit.

“I can’t believe you decided to flirt with that actress just to get back at me.” She says. “She’s so young and won’t know how to please you properly, at least not like I do.” She continues on. “You’re mine and only mine, not hers.” She says before she bends down and starts circling your clit faster, causing you to buck your hips and reaching your orgasm faster. “Hold it in.”

“What? But-”

“I said hold it in until I say otherwise.” She says and you can tell that she’ll punish you another way if you don’t. You wrap your arms around her and dig your nails into her back, trying to hold it in when it’s right at the peak. “Who do you belong to?” She asks and you didn’t hear her at first. “I said who do you belong to?” She asks again.

“Y-you, I belong to you.” You gasp out.

“I don’t believe you. Who do you belong to?” She asks you.

“You! I belong to you!” You yell out.

“Are you going to flirt with that actress?” She then asks and you shake your head.

“No, only-only you.” You manage to get out.

“Come for me.” She then orders and you immediately let go and come all over the dildo and strap on. She pulls out of you and takes the strap off before she lays down beside you and pulls you closer to her. It takes you a few minutes before you speak.

“You flirted with him so easily.” You say and she looks at you. “I guess it also got me to think if there’s anyone else you’re flirting with that I don’t know about. I mean we’re keeping our relationship a secret from everyone there.” You tell her and she gets you to look at her.

“Baby, there’s no one else, just you and you know exactly why we’re keeping it a secret. Plus you’re my assistant, if I was flirting with someone else then you’d know as you’re with me for the entire day.” She says.

“I guess I just worry as you’re so put together, you have loads of money and you’re so confident about yourself…and I’m not.” You tell her and she places a finger under your chin and gets you to look at her eyes.

“Baby, you do have confidence and I’ve seen you get so much more of that about yourself ever since you started working as my assistant 2 years ago. And yes I have a lot more money but that just means I get to spoil my girl with anything she wants.”

“I don’t really want anything except you.” You say and she smiles.

“You have me and I love you so much.” She tells you and places a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too.” You tell her. “And I won’t lose you to someone else?”

“You won’t, I’m too in love with you to think about anyone else. Why do you think I got so mad when that actress was flirting with you? I got angry that she was flirting with something that’s mine.” She says and you kiss her.

You keep her close to you by pulling on her lock necklace as you put her leg on top of yours. Without warning you start circling her clit and she gasps into the kiss. She goes to pull away but you keep a tight grip on her lock. You trail down to her entrance and feel that she’s wet enough so you slip two fingers in her and she wraps an arm around you while leaning her forehead against yours and has her mouth open.

“Oh god, that feels so good, don’t stop.” She moans out and you curl your fingers inside of her and she screams.

It isn’t long until you feel her clench around your fingers and then she screams out as she comes around your fingers. You love that she’s not quiet no matter what she’s doing, whether it's during sex or yelling at Matt for being stupid. You pull out of her and you go to put your fingers in your mouth but you change your mind and stick your fingers in her mouth. You feel as she moves her tongue all over your fingers and sucks to get all her juices off of your fingers.

The next morning you wake up and you don’t feel her arm wrapped around you. You feel her side of the bed and it’s still slightly warm so you know it’s been within the last 10 minutes or so that she’s been up. You look at the time and see that you both have to be there in 2 hours. All of a sudden Maya comes in with a cup of coffee and food to eat.

“Morning.” She tells you happily as she walks over to you. You see that she didn’t even bother to put a robe on and she was just walking around the house naked. “I brought you some coffee and breakfast.” She says and you smile.

“Thank you.” You tell her and take a sip of the coffee. “You seem happy this morning.”

“Well why wouldn’t I? We had super hot sex yesterday and I’m making sure my girl is happy.”

“I’d be happier if I woke up and you were still in bed.” You say. “But I do appreciate the food and coffee.”

A couple hours later you both walk into the building and you get told that Matt, Sal and Quinn are asking for Maya on one of the sets.

“Maya, they want you to go to set 5.” You tell her after putting your phone back in your pocket and she nods. On the way there, Mr. Baron goes up to Maya with a smile on his face and you roll your eyes.

“Maya, hi.” He says and she doesn’t stop walking and he follows after her. “So I was thinking that maybe you’d want to go out for drinks with me some time in the very near future.” He tells her and she stops and looks at him.

“And why the fuck would I want to do that?” She asks.

“Well I picked up on both of us flirting with each other, I think we hit it off.” He says and she looks at you and sees you about to stab the guy with the pen you’re holding. She grabs your arm and keeps you from stabbing him and looks at him.

“I wasn’t flirting with you yesterday, and I’m very busy right now so my assistant and I have to go do work. Can’t wait to see how your movie turns out.” She tells him before she pulls you with her to set 5. “No killing people that gets us money and work.” She says to you.

“You really confused him as you said you weren’t flirting with him yesterday when you definitely were.” You tell her with a smile.

“Well he’ll now stay away from me for good, which I know makes you happy and you won’t have to commit a crime.” She says just as you see everyone else.

Just as everyone is discussing something that you’re half paying attention to, Elaine comes up to you with a smile.

“Y/n, back so soon?” She asks and you see Maya whip her head at you.

“Just working out an issue here.” You tell her.

“Well I’m sure with your help then it’ll get resolved quickly.” She says and then Maya is right beside you. She wraps an arm around your waist, low enough to send a message to Elaine and then brings you to the group.

“Sorry but I need my girlfriend and assistant paying attention to this.” She tells Elaine and everyone looks at you two. Elaine leaves back to set 4 and Maya turns back to the group to see everyone staring at her with shocked expressions. “What the fuck are you all looking at? We need to fix this.” She says and that gets everyone to start working again but still with so many questions in their minds, all of which Maya may or may not answer later.

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callsigns-haze · 10 months ago

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You knew? Part 1 of 3

Pairing: Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader! Callsign Ace

Chapter Summary: In a clever setup orchestrated by Hangman and Phoenix, Rooster and Ace, two colleagues with a tense relationship, unknowingly begin exchanging flirtatious emails under anonymous identities. As they bond over shared work frustrations, they eventually realize they’ve been emailing each other all along. The discovery leads to frustration and anger, particularly from Ace, who feels betrayed by Hangman’s manipulation. The revelation complicates their already strained relationship.

Warning: This story includes themes of manipulation and workplace tension, leading to conflicts and personal revelations.

The sun beat down on NAS North Island as jets roared across the sky, the rhythmic hum of engines echoing throughout the base. Inside the hangar, pilots and crew members moved with practiced ease, their chatter blending with the distant sound of drills.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw sat on a bench in the locker room, his flight suit unzipped to his waist. He absentmindedly ran a hand through his tousled hair, his thoughts far from the noise around him. Lately, a gnawing sense of loneliness had settled in, one he couldn't quite shake.

Just as he was lost in thought, the door swung open with a bang. Natasha "Phoenix" Trace rushed in, her boots skidding slightly on the polished floor. There was a determined look in her eyes, one Rooster knew all too well—she was on a mission.

"Rooster, got a minute?" she asked, barely giving him time to respond before thrusting a crumpled piece of paper into his hand.

He frowned, unfolding the note to reveal an email address scrawled in neat handwriting. Confusion crossed his face as he looked up at Phoenix. "What's this?"

"An email address," Phoenix replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I know you can be slow sometimes, but I didn’t think I’d have to explain that part."

Rooster rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his face. "I can see that. But whose?"

Phoenix crossed her arms, her expression turning serious. "Listen, I’ve seen you moping around here, and frankly, it’s pathetic. You're my best friend, and I hate seeing you like this. So, I talked to a friend of mine—a good one—and got her email for you. The only rule is, you can’t ask her name. And she won’t ask for yours either."

Rooster blinked, taken aback. "You’re setting me up? Since when did you become a matchmaker?"

"Since you started acting like a lovesick puppy," Phoenix shot back, her tone teasing but her eyes sincere. "Look, just email her. No expectations, no pressure. Just talk. See where it goes."

Rooster glanced down at the email again, something about the mystery of it intriguing him. He’d never done anything like this before, and maybe that was exactly why he should give it a try.

"Alright," he finally said, tucking the paper into his pocket. "I’ll do it. But if this turns out to be some weird prank, I’m coming after you."

Phoenix laughed, the tension easing between them. "Trust me, Rooster. You might actually thank me for this one. Just don’t try to figure out who she is. Let it happen."

As Rooster watched her leave, he felt a strange mix of anticipation and curiosity. Maybe this was what he needed after all—a chance to connect with someone new, without the weight of the past hanging over him.

Across the base, in another part of the hangar, Y/N Y/L/N, known by her call sign "Ace," was finishing up a maintenance check on her jet. She wiped the sweat from her brow, satisfied with the day's work, when Jake "Hangman" Seresin approached her, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Hey, Ace," he called out, waving a folded piece of paper in the air as he jogged over.

She raised an eyebrow, instantly suspicious. "What’s with the look, Seresin?"

He handed her the paper with a flourish, like he was presenting her with a winning lottery ticket. "Just a little something I thought you might appreciate. It’s an email address."

Ace unfolded the paper, eyeing the email address written there. "Whose is it?"

"That’s the fun part," Hangman replied, leaning against the jet with a smirk. "I know you’ve been keeping to yourself lately, and I figured you could use a distraction. So, I talked to a buddy of mine and got you this. The only rule is, you can’t ask him who he is, and he can’t ask about you. Just email him. See what happens."

Ace looked at the email address again, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "You’re serious?"

"Dead serious," Hangman said, his voice uncharacteristically sincere. "No games, no strings. Just an honest chance to connect with someone. What do you say?"

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, folding the paper and slipping it into her pocket. "Alright, I’ll give it a shot. But if this is your idea of a joke, Seresin, I’m not going to be happy."

Hangman laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Scout’s honour, Ace. I think you’ll like this one."

As he walked away, Ace couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. The anonymity of it, the chance to talk to someone without the usual baggage—it was intriguing. Maybe, just maybe, this was the kind of surprise she needed.

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The day was winding down as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the base. The roar of jet engines had softened, leaving a quieter hum in the air.

Ace, tired but satisfied with the day’s work, was making her way out of the hangar. She was eager to get home, her mind already turning over what she might say in that first email to the mysterious address Hangman had given her.

As she rounded a corner, focused more on her thoughts than on where she was going, she collided hard with someone coming the other way. The impact jolted her back to reality, and she instinctively gripped her helmet tighter to avoid dropping it.

"Watch where you’re going!" she snapped, the words flying out before she even registered who she’d bumped into.

Rooster, equally caught off guard, scowled as he steadied himself. "Maybe you should try not walking around with your head in the clouds," he shot back, his tone sharp.

Ace narrowed her eyes at him, irritation bubbling up immediately. Rooster was the last person she wanted to deal with right now. Their relationship had always been rocky—too much ego and too many unresolved tensions.

"You’re one to talk," she muttered, brushing past him. "I’m surprised you didn’t trip over your own ego on the way here."

Rooster rolled his eyes, not willing to let it slide. "Yeah, well, at least I don’t need to be constantly reminded which way is up."

They glared at each other for a moment longer before Ace turned on her heel and stormed off, leaving Rooster behind with a bitter taste in his mouth. As she walked away, she could feel the tension still crackling in the air, but she refused to let it ruin her evening.

From across the hangar, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace and Jake "Hangman" Seresin watched the interaction unfold, exchanging worried glances. They had been casually chatting when they noticed their two targets—Ace and Rooster—heading straight for each other. Now, as they observed the icy exchange, Phoenix let out a sigh.

"Well, that went about as well as a mid-air collision," she murmured, shaking her head.

Hangman chuckled nervously, though his usual confidence was tinged with doubt. "Yeah, I’m starting to think this might have been a bad idea. They can barely be in the same room without biting each other’s heads off."

Phoenix crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Maybe… or maybe this is exactly what they need. You know how it is—sometimes the people who push each other’s buttons the most are the ones who end up surprising you."

Hangman shrugged, though he still looked uncertain. "I hope you’re right, because if this backfires, we’re both going to hear about it for the rest of our lives."

Phoenix smirked, her confidence returning. "Trust me, Hangman. We’ve seen stranger things happen around here."

Ace slid into the driver’s seat of her car, tossing her helmet onto the passenger seat with a frustrated huff. The encounter with Rooster still lingered in her mind, but she wasn’t going to let it bother her. Not tonight.

She pulled out the crumpled piece of paper with the email address, staring at it for a moment before finally unlocking her phone. With a deep breath, she opened a new message and began typing, her fingers moving more quickly as she decided what to say.

Hey there, she started, keeping it simple. I’m not sure how this whole thing is supposed to work, but I guess we’re both in the same boat. So, here’s to whatever comes next.

She hesitated for a moment, then hit send before she could second-guess herself. Leaning back in her seat, she let out a slow breath, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nerves.

Back at his apartment, Rooster had just kicked off his boots and was settling in when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his eyebrows lifting in surprise when he saw a new email notification.

Curious, he opened it and read the message, a grin slowly spreading across his face. The casual tone, the uncertainty—it was refreshing. Whoever this person was, they weren’t overthinking it, and he liked that.

Hey yourself, he typed back, his mood lightening as he responded. I’m not sure how this is supposed to go either, but I’m game to find out. Let’s see where this takes us.

He hit send, feeling a flicker of excitement. There was something fun about the anonymity of it all—no names, no faces, just two people connecting through words.

As he leaned back, waiting to see if they’d reply, he had no idea that the person on the other end was the very same pilot he’d just butted heads with. And for now, maybe that was for the best.

ACE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Ace sat on her couch, feet tucked underneath her as she scrolled through her emails. The mystery contact had quickly become the highlight of her evening, a welcome distraction from the routine of her day. She opened his latest email with a sense of anticipation.

Hey yourself, it began. I’m not sure how this is supposed to go either, but I’m game to find out. Let’s see where this takes us.

She couldn’t help but smile. There was something refreshing about this—no expectations, no judgments, just a conversation. She quickly typed a response.

Well, I guess we’re both in uncharted territory here. So, let’s start simple—how was your day?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Rooster kicked back on his couch, his phone in hand. The quiet of his apartment felt more bearable with the company of his mystery emailer. When her reply came through, he read it with a growing interest.

Pretty standard—flew a few maneuvers, avoided crashing into anyone, and had a less-than-pleasant encounter with someone who seems to think they own the sky. You?

He chuckled to himself before typing back.

Sounds like a typical day in our line of work. As for me, I spent most of my day fixing things up and trying not to lose my patience with a certain someone who seems to thrive on pushing my buttons.

ACE’S APARTMENT - SAME NIGHT

Ace read his email and felt a spark of curiosity. The way he talked about his day sounded oddly familiar, like they might have more in common than she’d initially thought. She responded with a hint of playfulness.

Fixing things up? Sounds like we might work in the same field. My day involved some pretty similar frustrations—mostly with equipment, though a few people came close. What’s the most interesting part of your job?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - SAME NIGHT

Rooster raised an eyebrow as he read her reply. Was it possible they worked in the same industry? The thought intrigued him, but he decided to keep it vague.

The most interesting part? Probably the high-stakes situations. There’s nothing quite like the rush you get when everything’s on the line. What about you?

ACE’S APARTMENT - LATER THAT NIGHT

Ace’s curiosity deepened. She couldn’t shake the feeling that they might be closer in their professional lives than either of them realized. She replied with a smile.

I’d have to agree with that. There’s something addictive about the adrenaline, the way you have to think on your feet. It’s not for everyone, but it definitely keeps things interesting. Ever have a moment where you thought, ‘This is it, this is why I do this’?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - LATER THAT NIGHT

Rooster felt a connection growing with this mystery person. The way she described the job, the adrenaline—it all resonated with him.

Definitely. There’ve been a few moments where it all comes together, and you remember why you signed up in the first place. It’s those moments that make the tough days worth it. Sounds like you know exactly what I mean.

ACE’S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

Ace smiled at the screen. There was an undeniable connection between them, something that went beyond the surface.

I do. It’s the reason we keep coming back, isn’t it? The rush, the challenge. So, what’s your favorite part of the day—when you’re up there, or when you’re down here figuring it all out?

She hit send, the thrill of the conversation growing with each exchange.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

Rooster read her email, feeling that same thrill. It was like they were dancing around the details, both aware they were probably in the same line of work, but neither willing to say too much.

Honestly? It’s a bit of both. I love the freedom and the rush of being up there, but there’s something satisfying about the process of figuring things out down here too. You?

ACE’S APARTMENT - VERY LATE NIGHT

Ace’s heart raced as she typed her response, the anonymity of their conversation adding to the excitement.

Same here. There’s a balance to it that I love. The thrill of being in the thick of it, and the quiet satisfaction of making sure everything runs smoothly when it’s all over. I guess you could say it’s a perfect mix of chaos and control.

She sent the message, feeling more connected to this stranger than she had to anyone in a long time.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - VERY LATE NIGHT

Rooster read her reply, a grin spreading across his face. There was no denying it now—they were definitely in the same field. He wondered if they’d ever crossed paths without even knowing it.

Couldn’t have said it better myself. There’s something about that mix that’s just right. Maybe one day we’ll get the chance to compare notes in person—who knows?

He sent the email, his curiosity about her growing with every word.

ACE’S APARTMENT - EARLY MORNING

Ace’s pulse quickened as she read his last message. The thought of meeting him, of finding out who he was, sent a thrill through her.

Maybe we will. It’s a small world, after all. In the meantime, I’m enjoying getting to know you through these little windows into each other’s lives. Who knew this would turn out to be so fun?

She sent the message, already eager to see what he’d say next.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - EARLY MORNING

Rooster leaned back, thinking about how surreal this all was. There was something almost magical about connecting with someone this way, without even knowing their name.

I have to admit, I’m enjoying it too. There’s something about the mystery that makes it all the more interesting. Who knows where this might lead?

He sent the message, his mind racing with possibilities. The night had turned out far better than he could have imagined.

---

The sun had barely risen over the base, casting a soft, golden light across the tarmac. Jets stood in neat rows, their sleek forms gleaming under the morning sun. The day was just beginning, but already there was a sense of energy in the air—a mix of anticipation and routine that every pilot knew well.

Ace arrived at the hangar, her steps quick and determined. She wasn’t in the mood for small talk, especially not after the strange, unexpected thrill of the email exchange last night. She had stayed up far too late, caught up in the banter with her mystery contact, and now she was paying for it. Her mind was still partially back in that conversation, trying to piece together who the person on the other end might be.

But her focus snapped back to the present the moment she saw him.

Bradshaw was already there, leaning casually against one of the jets with that familiar, infuriating smirk on his face. He was chatting with a couple of other pilots, his easy laughter carrying across the hangar. As soon as he noticed her, the smirk widened.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up," Rooster called out, his voice dripping with mock surprise.

Ace rolled her eyes, her irritation flaring instantly. "Some of us don’t need to parade around like peacocks just to get attention, Rooster."

He pushed off from the jet and strolled toward her, his hands in his pockets. "Oh, I don’t know, Ace. A little flair never hurt anyone. But I guess subtlety isn’t really your style, is it?"

She glared at him, crossing her arms. "You wouldn’t know subtlety if it flew up and hit you in the face."

Rooster chuckled, clearly enjoying the exchange. "Maybe not, but at least I don’t go around with a permanent chip on my shoulder. Lighten up, Ace. Not everything has to be a competition."

She stepped closer, refusing to back down. "When you’re around, everything is a competition. Or maybe you just don’t like losing."

Rooster’s eyes flashed with a mix of amusement and challenge. "You think I’m losing? That’s cute. Keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep at night."

Ace’s jaw clenched, her irritation now fully transformed into a burning anger. "You know what, Rooster? One of these days, that ego of yours is going to get you in trouble."

He shrugged, unbothered by her words. "Maybe. But at least I won’t be the one who’s bitter and alone because I’m too stubborn to let anything slide."

Before Ace could fire back, the sound of a nearby jet engine roared to life, signalling that it was time to get to work. She shot him one last glare before turning on her heel and heading toward her plane. Rooster watched her go, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

The pilots gathered in the briefing room, a large, sterile space lined with chairs facing a wall of screens. The air was thick with the usual blend of tension and focus that accompanied every pre-flight briefing. Ace took a seat near the front, determined to focus on the mission and ignore Rooster, who had taken a seat a few rows behind her.

Phoenix stood at the front, leading the briefing with her usual no-nonsense attitude. She outlined the day’s manoeuvres and objectives, her voice calm and authoritative. But even as she spoke, she couldn’t help but notice the occasional, heated glances exchanged between Ace and Rooster.

It didn’t take long for the tension to bubble over.

Phoenix was in the middle of explaining a particularly complex manoeuverer when Rooster leaned back in his chair and spoke up, his tone casual but clearly intended to provoke.

"Some of us might need a refresher on this one. Don’t want anyone getting lost up there."

Ace stiffened, her eyes narrowing as she turned to look at him. "If you’re worried about keeping up, Rooster, maybe you should take notes."

A few of the other pilots exchanged glances, sensing the tension and doing their best to stay out of it. Phoenix sighed internally, knowing that once Ace and Rooster started, it was almost impossible to get them to stop.

"Alright, knock it off, you two," Phoenix said, her tone firm. "We’re here to work as a team, not to see who can throw the best insults. Save it for after the mission."

Ace bit back a retort, forcing herself to focus on the briefing instead of the urge to wipe that smug look off Rooster’s face. Rooster, for his part, simply leaned back and smirked, satisfied that he had gotten under her skin once again.

The day’s exercises were intense, a series of high-speed manoeuvres designed to push the pilots to their limits. Ace was in her element, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she focused on every turn, every dive. But no matter how hard she concentrated, she couldn’t completely block out the presence of Rooster’s jet nearby.

Every time she checked her radar or adjusted her position, there he was—always close, always just a little too close. It felt like he was deliberately shadowing her, testing her, trying to outmanoeuvre her at every opportunity.

"Stay in your lane, Rooster," Ace muttered under her breath, though she knew he couldn’t hear her.

But it was clear from his manoeuvres that he was trying to show her up. Every roll, every dive was executed with precision, as if he was daring her to do better.

Ace grit her teeth and pushed her jet harder, determined not to let him get the upper hand. She mirrored his moves, staying right on his tail as they looped and rolled through the sky. The rivalry between them burned hotter with each passing moment, the tension building until it was almost unbearable.

But no matter how hard she pushed, Rooster was right there, matching her move for move. The frustration built up inside her until she could hardly see straight, her focus narrowing to just one thing: beating him.

When the exercises finally ended and the jets returned to base, Ace felt a wave of both relief and exhaustion. She landed her jet with a bit more force than necessary, her frustration still simmering just beneath the surface.

Back on the ground, the pilots gathered in the hangar to debrief and cool down. Ace was in the middle of checking her jet when Rooster walked by, a smug grin on his face.

"Looks like you were struggling a bit up there," he said, his tone infuriatingly casual.

Ace straightened up, fixing him with a cold stare. "I wasn’t struggling. But it’s cute that you think so."

Rooster shrugged, clearly unfazed. "If you say so. Maybe next time you’ll actually keep up."

Ace stepped closer, her frustration boiling over. "I don’t need to keep up with you, Rooster. If anything, you’re the one who’s slowing me down."

His grin widened, as if her anger was just what he’d been hoping for. "Slowing you down? Maybe you’re just not as fast as you think."

The two stood toe to toe, the tension between them crackling in the air. It was always like this—one little comment, one tiny spark, and they were at each other’s throats. Neither was willing to back down, and it was only a matter of time before one of them said something they couldn’t take back.

But before it could escalate any further, Phoenix walked over, her expression exasperated.

"Will you two knock it off already?" she said, stepping between them. "We’ve got enough to deal with today without you two bickering like school kids."

Ace took a deep breath, forcing herself to step back. Rooster, too, backed off, though the smug look never left his face.

"Fine," Ace muttered, turning her attention back to her jet. "Just stay out of my way."

Rooster gave a mock salute, his smirk still in place. "Whatever you say, Ace."

As he walked away, Ace’s frustration simmered, but she forced herself to focus on her work. She didn’t have time to let Rooster get under her skin—not when there was so much at stake.

But no matter how hard she tried to ignore him, the tension between them was always there, lurking just beneath the surface, ready to flare up at a moment’s notice.

The day had been long, and by the time Ace returned to her quarters, she was exhausted. Her body was sore, her mind was racing, and all she wanted to do was collapse into bed. But as she sat on the edge of her bed, her phone buzzed with a new email notification.

She picked it up, her mood lightening slightly as she saw it was from her mystery contact. The memory of their flirtatious exchange the night before brought a small smile to her lips, a welcome distraction from the frustrations of the day.

Hey there, the email read. How was your day?

She sighed, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she considered how to respond. Part of her wanted to vent about Rooster, about how infuriating he was, but she held back. She didn’t want to taint this connection with the negativity that seemed to follow her

---

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Rooster was sprawled out on his couch, his guitar resting on his lap as he strummed absentmindedly. The buzz of his phone drew him out of his musings. He saw the email from his mystery contact and smiled, eager for a distraction from his day.

Hey there! My day was pretty intense. Spent most of it dealing with some annoying issues at work and got into a few heated exchanges. How about you?

ACE’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Ace read his response and couldn’t help but chuckle. It seemed like they were both having a tough day. She typed back, her fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard.

Intense is definitely the word for it. I had a rough day with some tricky equipment and a certain pilot who seems to think he’s invincible. But enough about me—what’s your idea of a perfect way to unwind after a day like that?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Rooster’s smile widened as he read her email. Her mention of a troublesome pilot made him wonder if they might be talking about the same person, but he decided not to press the issue. Instead, he focused on her question.

Ah, a perfect way to unwind? I’d say a good jam session or maybe just kicking back with a favourite movie. Something that takes my mind off the chaos of the day. What about you? Any special routines to shake off the stress?

ACE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Ace considered his response while taking a sip from her cup of tea. His laid-back approach to winding down was something she could relate to. She quickly typed her reply.

Sounds pretty good. For me, it’s usually a mix of hitting the gym or getting lost in a good book. Sometimes, a good meal with friends can do wonders too. It’s nice to have a little routine to fall back on after a hectic day.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Rooster liked the idea of winding down with friends—it was a nice contrast to the solitary nature of his typical evenings. He began typing his response with a relaxed grin.

Sounds like you’ve got a pretty solid routine. I’ve got to say, a good meal with friends sounds like something I could use more of. Maybe I should work on that. Anyway, what kind of books are you into? I’m always looking for recommendations.

ACE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Ace’s interest was piqued by his question. She enjoyed talking about books and was happy to share her favorites.

I’m a bit of a mix—I love thrillers and mysteries, but I also have a soft spot for classic literature. Recently, I’ve been diving into some historical fiction. How about you? What’s your go-to genre?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Rooster read her email with interest. Her love for thrillers and classic literature was something he could relate to, though his tastes leaned a little differently.

I’m a fan of thrillers myself, though I’ve been known to get into sci-fi and fantasy from time to time. It’s always nice to escape into a different world for a while. Historical fiction sounds intriguing, though. I might need to check that out.

ACE’S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

Ace felt a genuine connection through their exchange. She was enjoying this conversation more than she’d expected. She responded with a hint of her playful side.

Sci-fi and fantasy, huh? That’s a pretty interesting mix. You might have to convince me that they’re worth diving into. And if you ever need a book recommendation, just let me know. I might have a few hidden gems up my sleeve.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

Rooster’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as he read her playful offer. He liked the idea of her recommending books—it felt like a little inside joke between them.

I’ll definitely take you up on that. And I’m always up for a good book challenge. Just don’t be too surprised if I end up recommending a few sci-fi classics in return. It’s all part of the fun, right?

ACE’S APARTMENT - VERY LATE NIGHT

Ace’s smile grew as she read his response. The playful banter was exactly what she needed after a long day. She decided to keep the momentum going.

Challenge accepted. I’m ready for your recommendations anytime. And who knows, maybe we’ll end up with a shared list of must-reads by the end of this.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - VERY LATE NIGHT

Rooster’s grin widened. He liked the idea of a book exchange and was intrigued by the way their conversation was flowing. He typed his last message of the night.

Looking forward to it. It’s nice to have something to look forward to, especially after a day like today. Here’s to new books and unexpected connections. Talk soon?

ACE’S APARTMENT - VERY LATE NIGHT

Ace finished her tea and read his message with satisfaction. She felt a genuine connection growing and was looking forward to continuing the conversation.

Definitely. Here’s to more chats and less stress. I’ll be here.

She sent the email and closed her laptop, feeling a sense of calm settle over her. The mystery contact was turning out to be a much-needed bright spot in her hectic life.

---

The hangar was alive with the usual pre-flight activity. Rooster was inspecting his jet, but his attention kept drifting towards Ace, who was absorbed in her tablet. Her brows were furrowed, and she seemed completely engrossed in whatever was on the screen.

Rooster, never one to miss an opportunity, strolled over with a casual swagger, a mischievous grin on his face. “Hey, Ace,” he called out, his tone light but laced with teasing. “Looks like you’re pretty absorbed over there. Texting someone special, are we?”

Ace glanced up, her expression a mix of irritation and surprise. “What’s it to you, Rooster?”

Rooster leaned in a little closer, clearly enjoying the moment. “Just curious. I saw you typing away like your life depends on it. You’ve got to be talking to someone pretty important, right? A special someone, maybe?”

Ace’s eyes narrowed as she tried to hide the screen of her tablet. “It’s none of your business. Can’t you just focus on your own stuff?”

Rooster’s grin widened. “Oh, come on. Don’t be so secretive. I’m just wondering if you’re setting up a hot date or maybe just chatting with a certain someone who’s been on your mind.”

Ace’s face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and anger. “Seriously, Rooster? Not everything’s a joke. I’m just dealing with some work stuff.”

Rooster raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying riling her up. “Work stuff, huh? If it’s work, why’re you so secretive? You can tell me. I promise I won’t judge. Or is it that you’re afraid I might find out it’s someone...well, let’s say, more interesting?”

Ace’s frustration peaked. She shoved her tablet into her bag and took a step toward Rooster, her voice low but fierce. “You’ve been on my case all morning. If you don’t back off, I swear—”

Rooster chuckled, stepping back slightly. “Whoa, calm down there. I’m just making conversation. Didn’t realize you’d be so touchy about it. Guess it’s a sensitive topic.”

Before Ace could respond, Phoenix and the other squad members noticed the growing tension. Phoenix stepped in, her expression serious. “Alright, enough. If you two can’t handle a little teasing without it escalating, I’m going to have to step in.”

Hangman and Coyote, catching the edge in Phoenix’s tone, moved closer. Coyote placed a hand on Ace’s shoulder, gently pulling her back. “Hey, Ace, take a breath. It’s not worth getting worked up over.”

Hangman approached Rooster, his expression one of mixed amusement and exasperation. “Rooster, you’re really pushing it today. Maybe give it a rest, huh?”

Ace, still seething, shook her head. “I’m done with this. I just want to get through the day without dealing with his nonsense.”

Rooster, now more subdued but still smirking, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll back off. Just trying to lighten the mood.”

Fanboy and Bob, who had been watching from a distance, approached to help defuse the situation. Fanboy clapped Rooster on the shoulder. “Come on, man. Let’s focus on the mission.”

Bob nodded in agreement, glancing at Ace with concern. “Everyone needs to stay cool. We’ve got enough on our plates without adding personal drama to the mix.”

As the squad began to gather for the briefing, the tension between Ace and Rooster lingered, but they both knew they had to refocus. Phoenix took a deep breath, addressing the group. “Let’s all get it together. We’ve got a briefing coming up, and we need to be professional.”

Ace and Rooster, now separated by the intervention of their teammates, walked toward the briefing room, the earlier animosity still simmering but temporarily set aside. The squad’s intervention had helped to de-escalate the situation, but the morning’s drama left a mark on everyone’s mood as they prepared for the day’s mission.

---

ACE’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Ace slumped onto her couch, exhausted from the day’s events. Her laptop was open, and she continued her email conversation with her anonymous contact, hoping to unwind a bit. She began typing with a mix of curiosity and irritation about the ongoing mystery.

Hey,

Today was a disaster. Had a big argument with a colleague who really knows how to get under my skin. Not the best day for me. But this email exchange has been a good distraction, I guess.

How about you? How’s your day going? Anything to share?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Rooster read her email with a smirk. He was enjoying the light-hearted banter but was curious to see if he could draw out more information. He typed back, subtly hinting at the similarities in their work environments.

Hey,

Sounds like we’ve both had our share of drama. My day wasn’t any better—had some heated exchanges with colleagues. It’s like we’re living in the same soap opera.

I’m starting to think our work situations might be more similar than we realized. Anyway, got any funny or surprising stories from your day?

ACE’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Ace read his email with increasing suspicion. His description of his day seemed all too familiar. Deciding to push further, she typed her response, trying to get more clues about who he might be.

Hey,

It’s funny—your day sounds almost too familiar. I’m starting to wonder if we might be talking about the same environment. If you’re in a high-pressure job with lots of drama, I might have a pretty good guess about who you are.

Any hints?

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Rooster saw her email and felt a spark of recognition. He decided to give a direct clue to see if it would lead to an answer.

Hey,

Alright, here’s a hint: I work in a place where tensions are high and everyone’s on edge. Sounds like you might be in a similar boat. Does that help?

I’m curious—any idea who I might be?

INT. ACE’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Ace read his clue and felt a sharp pang of realization. Her frustration from the day mixed with the sudden clarity about her correspondent’s identity. She quickly typed her response, her irritation clear in her words.

You’ve got to be kidding me. With your “high-pressure” job description, it’s pretty obvious that you’re Rooster. I should have known, I can’t believe I’ve been having these conversations with you, of all people.

This is ridiculous. And to think I was actually enjoying this exchange. I’m so done with this.

ROOSTER’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Rooster’s eyes widened in shock as he read Ace’s email. The realization hit him hard, and his amusement turned into frustration. He quickly typed a reply, his tone reflecting his annoyance.

Seriously? I had a feeling, but this is just perfect. So it turns out I’ve been emailing with Ace. I should have known you’d be the one on the other end. What a surprise.

I can’t believe you were getting so worked up over these emails. Great, just great. I guess we’ve got a lot to talk about now. Or maybe not.

ACE’S APARTMENT - EVENING

Ace’s frustration flared as she read Rooster’s reply. She cursed under her breath, the realization that Rooster was behind the emails making her even more upset. She slammed her laptop shut, her annoyance with both Rooster and Hangman boiling over.

“Damn it, Rooster. And damn Hangman for setting this up!” she fumed. “This whole thing was a setup from the start.”

She paced the room, trying to calm herself. The surprise and anger of discovering her mystery contact was Rooster left her seething. The day had been a mess, and the email revelation only added fuel to the fire.

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Omne Trium Perfectum.

Summary: In which a single mother gets a second chance at love.

Wc: 3.9k

Warnings: smut (18+), my attempt at fluff

A/n: And since I’m stuck on Pomum and I realize that when that happens I need to keep my creative juices flowing or else I’ll stop writing for months completely… here we are. Enjoy this cliched word vomit I stayed up until 3 am writing.

“Ayden, don’t le-”

But the little boy has already dropped her hand and dashes off in his direction before she has the chance to finish her sentence. Sighing, Anneleise stands awkwardly by the little steps that lead up to the front porch of her very humble home. The complete opposite of the house to their right that her son is currently racing toward. It’s three stories high and modern with bricks and ceiling to floor glass windows. It sticks out like a sore thumb in the small rural area where most of the houses are only a few square feet and made up of plywood. The only unspoken rule he has obeyed is the lack of fence around his house, just like the others in the neighbourhood. It allows for Ayden to sprint over his house every time she takes her eyes off him for a second. Her little boy has grown attached to the man since he moved into his completed house and introduced himself to them four months ago.

“Hey little man!”

Anneleise watches as he eagerly greets her son by picking him up and twirling him around. Ayden’s giggles are bright and airy, mixing perfectly with the warmth of summer that’s still lingering in the early stages of September.

“How was school today?” The man she knows is called Kylian asks while he begins strolling in her direction with her son still in his arms.

“It was so cool! We did additions in maths class and I played avengers with my best friend Steven during recess!” Ayden’s sneakers leave behind little marks on the man’s khaki slacks but he doesn’t seem to care at all.

“Hm, did you do well on that math test like you promised?” Kylian cocks his brow at him teasingly. His voice is lilted with an accent she thinks might be French and it throws her for a loop every time.

“Uh huh!” Ayden nods enthusiastically, wiggling out of his arms. Her little boy sprints as quickly as his little legs allow him in her direction.

“Mommy, can I please get my quiz paper that I gave you at school today?”

Smiling softly, Anneleise roots around in her handbag and hands him the paper with the perfect score and stickers on top. She pointedly ignores the caramel skinned man and his piercing stare.

“Thank you, mommy. See!” Ayden is sprinting over to him again. He presents the paper to him like a trophy, flashing his grin that’s missing a tooth.

“Good job. I made you a promise too, didn’t I?”

Ayden nods eagerly. With a chuckle, Kylian takes his eyes off her son to pin her with his gaze. His expression softens from the playfulness it held seconds before. He always stares at her like this; like she’s something to uncover or unravel. With a desperate kind of intensity that’s also gentle. Anneliese at first entertained the idea that he might've found her attractive, but after years of trying to dip her toes into the dating scene while being a single mother, she doesn’t want to get ahead of herself. She has been humbled on numerous occasions. So, she chalks it up to him maybe being curious as to how she ended up in a place like this in the first place— the very same question that burns the tip of her tongue when she sees him.

“I promised to get him something if he did well. It’s over at my house, do I have permission to give it to him?” His voice is soft, brown eyes tender.

Anneliese is past the point of trying to stop the man getting her son gifts. It’s obvious he has a soft spot for him and all their interactions have been nothing but innocent. And as embarrassing as it is to admit, she likes her son being spoiled in ways she desperately wishes she could do herself but can’t afford to. Not on her meager preschool teacher salary. She refuses to stand in the way of Ayden’s joy because of pride. Besides, Kylian clearly has more money than he knows what to do with. It not only shows on the grandeur of his home, but with three luxury vehicles parked out front. So she knows he isn’t feeling pressured to do any of it.

“That’s okay.” Her voice is a meek whisper.

“Okay. Go ahead and help mommy with some chores and wash up. I’ll be back before bedtime to give you your gift.”

Ayden gives him a little salute that makes even Anneleise giggle. Reaching down to rub at Ayden’s taper fade, Kylian eyes her again with a little smirk stretching his pink lips. Gosh, he’s so attractive. His nose is just a little on the bigger side that makes her thoughts wander into dangerous territory too many times, coupled with his calm, confident demeanor, pretty eyes and his perfect fade that suits his face; Anneleise won’t deny that he makes her heart flutter. Her attraction multiples tenfold every time he interacts with her son. The way he gently encourages, the way he calls him outside on the weekends to play catch in their yard or play clumsy games of football. She wonders if it’s purely instinctual the way she secretly goes feral knowing he’s good with kids.

“I’ll see you in a bit, Anneleise.”

Words fail to leave her dry mouth at the sound of her name from his lips, so she offers him a shy nod instead.

**********

True to his word, there’s a knock on her door at 6:30 pm after Ayden has taken a shower, completed his homework and did his best to help her prepare dinner. Anneliese hurries to wipe her hands on a dish towel while making her way to the front door. Ayden is hot on her heels and almost vibrating out his skin in anticipation. After a quick look through the peephole, Anneliese takes a deep steadying breath then unlocks the door. Kylian greets her with a small smile, keeping his hands behind his back presumably to hide Ayden’s gift.

“Mr. Kylian, do you have it?” Ayden asks brazenly.

“That depends, have you already finish your homework?”

Ayden nods eagerly.

“And did you help mommy with the chores?”

“Uh huh! I helped her make dinner.” He says proudly.

“Did you? Smells good.”

“We were just about to eat. Do you want to join us?” Anneleise offers a bit shyly.

“I would love to. I was just about to reheat two day old takeout.”

Anneleise smiles and steps aside for him to enter her quaint home. He takes his time to observe the paintings and pictures on the wall. Some of her and Ayden and one of her beloved grandmother, who this house belonged to.

“Mr. Kylian can I please see now?” Ayden whines impatiently.

“Ayden.” She chastises him softly.

Kylian only chuckles. “Okay, but before I give it to you, you have to agree to a few rules, okay?”

Ayden nods so fast she fears he might get dizzy.

“Okay. No using it in the evenings until you’ve completed your homework and finished your chores. You’re only to use it for two hours max and… you should still come outside on the weekends to play ball with me. Do we have a deal?” Kylian reaches his pinky in Ayden’s direction. Her son doesn’t hesitate to link their fingers together with a serious expression on his little face.

“I promise.”

“Good.” Then he brandishes a brand new ipad from behind his back.

Anneleise gasps while Ayden runs around the room squealing at the top of his lungs.

“Kylian, you didn’t have to do that.” Her throat is tight with the need to cry. Ayden has been begging for an ipad since his classmate brought his to school a few months ago. Obviously, that doesn’t suit her budget right now or even in the near future and she always had to gently remind him of that.

“It’s no big deal at all, I promise.” His gaze is so tender that it actually makes her tear up a little.

“Please don’t cry. I love seeing him happy. I promise it’s nothing at all.”

“Thank you, Kylian.” She says through soft sniffles.

“Can we open it now?!” Ayden asks after seemingly getting all his zoomies out.

“Sure.”

Anneleise moves to the kitchen to finish up dinner while Kylian sets up the device for Ayden. By the time they finished the simple meal of baked chicken and vegetables with some dinner rolls, Ayden was completely lost in videos on YouTube.

“You might’ve created a monster.” She says to Kylian who’s still seated across the table from her with nothing on his plate except for bones. They both look over at her son seated on the couch, completely focused on whatever is playing on screen.

He playfully groans before responding; “I might’ve. I bet he won’t want to come outside on the weekends anymore. I lost my playmate.”

They both chuckle lightly. Anneleise thought it would’ve been at least a little awkward having him in her house for the first time. Instead, he spent the entire time joking around with Ayden and complimenting the food every chance he got.

“Thank you, Kylian. Seriously. I don’t know how to ever repay you.”

He takes a minute to just stare at her. Anneleise is sure if her skin was lighter she’d be redder than a tomato. Reaching up, she self consciously fingers her curly hair that’s in a sloppy up-do with a few curls framing her face. She knows her round, brown eyes are probably being weighed down by heavy bags that show all the exhaustion her body is carrying. As if being a single mother isn’t hard enough, she had to find herself in the classroom with a group of toddlers. Anneleise is not feeling particularly beautiful right now, so she fidgets under his scrutiny.

“You could keep sharing your meals. I haven’t had home cooked food in so long.” His joke immediately eases the tension her insecurity wanted to create.

“That’s no problem at all.”

Anneleise moves to stand and clear their plates but is surprised when Kylian joins her, taking his and Ayden’s dishes in hand before she gets the chance to reach for them. Clearing her throat instead, she turns to lead him into her kitchen.

“Thank you, I’ve got it from here.”

“Nonsense, let me help.” He insists, keeping his grip firmly on the dishes in his hands.

“Oh, okay.”

There’s silence as she fills the sinks with water, then adds soap to the one on her side.

“I’ll wash, you rinse and dry and put them away.” She softly instructs.

“Sounds good.”

Kylian only allows the sounds of clanking dishes and splashing water to echo around them for two minutes before he speaks.

“So… I hope I don’t sound rude but his father… is he still in your- his life?”

Anneleise has to take a breath to compose herself. This close, the scent of his cologne is almost intoxicating. Something woody and masculine.

“No. He decided that he wanted nothing to do with him since before he was born. It’s so cruel because he looks so much like him. Same shade of deep, rich brown skin, the exact same mouth and nose. The only thing he got from me are his eyes.” She can’t help the bitter chuckle that leaves her mouth.

“What an idiot. Ayden is the smartest, most caring boy I’ve ever met. The way talks about you, for a little boy his age? He loves you with his entire being and you’re doing a great job raising him.”

She stares at him in stunned disbelief. “That’s so kind, Kylian. Thank you.”

“I’m serious. Plus how can anyone leave you behind?” He gives a disappointed little head shake.

“What do you mean?”

He cocks his brow at her confused expression. “I mean… you’re beautiful, Anneleise.”

She gapes at him a little dumbly. “Oh.”

“Why are you saying that as if you’re surprised I think that? Don’t you see the way I stare at you? Because I haven’t been subtle.”

Looking away from his scorching gaze, Anneliese shrugs as her cheeks warm. “I just never assumed…” She clears her throat loudly before focusing on the dishes in the sink.

“Why are you in Vermont? In one of the most rural areas too? You don’t look like the type to be in a place like this.” Anneleise comments cautiously.

He laughs, a deep rich sound that shakes his throat. “Well, I can’t say you’re wrong. But I’ve always craved quiet and calm. Growing up in Paris was anything but. I graduated and decided to move to the states to pursue my masters in architecture in New York. Lived there for three years, landed a job straight out of university thanks to a little nepotism, made a lot of money to build my own firm and build my dream home in the kind of environment I’ve always craved.”

“Wow, that sounds so cool.”

He only smiles softly at her. “What about you? I don’t get the vibe that you were born and raised here.”

“Well you’re not wrong; this was my grandma’s house and we’d visit on holidays but I’m originally from Washington. After everything with Ayden’s dad and my mom’s condescending behaviour about it because I got pregnant out of marriage and she’s traditional like that, I just needed a fresh start. My grandma left this house for me and I considered selling it at one point. So glad I didn’t.”

Kylian hums in quiet contemplation. “Do you regret it?”

“Not one bit. Sure some would find it boring but when you’ve been surrounded by chaos for long you crave this kind of uneventful environment. Plus everything is cheaper here, I would be struggling a lot more as a single mother on a teaching salary in bigger cities.”

Anneliese belatedly realizes that they washed all the dirty dishes. “Oh, we’re finished.”

“See, two hands are better than one.” He wiggles his brows teasingly.

“You better make sure you rinsed and dried them properly.”

“Oh don’t worry, Anneleise. I’m really good with my hands.”

Her breath hitches at his subtle insinuation. Biting at her lower lip, she eyes her feet bashfully.

“What are you doing this weekend?”

She quickly looks up at his half mast eyes, her lower belly clenching at the way he stares. Like he wants to devour her. “I… um.. nothing, no plans.” She almost squeaks the words out.

“I… Ayden has been asking to go fishing. Do you think I could take both of you on a little day trip this Saturday?”

A feeling of overwhelming appreciation washes over her body. Ayden has been asking her to go fishing as well. Her little boy enjoys shows about nature and animals and he’s especially interested in fish and water bodies.

“You’d do that?”

“Of course, Anneleise.”

With tears pricking at her eyes and her throat feeling heavy, she eagerly responds; “I’d love to.”

********

Ayden is completely passed out against Kylian’s shoulder as he gently follows her down the hallway to the little boy’s room. Today was everything she hoped it would be and more. Ayden could barely contain his excitement when Kylian loaded them up in his luxury jeep to hit the road. The fishing site he found was at a river almost two hours away from them. Ayden and Kylian spent the entire time catching fish, some too small to keep but others good enough to go in the cooler. From salmon to trout and walleye. Ayden’s little excited squeals every time a fish took his bait is something that she’s sure will create a core memory for all of them. And she has one man to thank for it. The stranger who moved into town a few months ago who treats her son like his very own. Kylian lays Ayden on the bed like he’s made of porcelain, tucking him under the covers gently. When he steps out of his room, pulling the door closed behind him, he flashes her a little smile. She tries to return it but her mouth wobbles and then a sob tears out of her throat. Alarmed but not put off, Kylian races over to envelop her in his arms. Anneleise muffles her cries in his white polo shirt. He doesn’t speak, he just holds her until the waterworks stop and she’s simply hiccuping.

“Want to talk about it?”

His chest rumbles beneath her face. Slowly, she pulls away to blink up at him as he stands at least five inches taller.

“I… why are you so nice to us, Kylian? It’s… I don’t understand and it’s overwhelming.”

Cupping her cheeks gently, he uses his thumbs to wipe the tears from her face.

“Because you both deserve it. Because I want you and I want to prove to you that I can take care of you both, Anneleise.” The sincerity behind his words makes her shiver to her very bones.

She blinks up at him in wide eyed disbelief; “You do? Even though I have a-”

Kylian dips his head to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Her skin tingles at the demanding claim. He’s not too rough or overbearing, just passionate to show his want, his longing. His lips are warm and smooth and when he sucks her lower lip into his mouth, Anneliese’s toes curl into her sandals and a tiny moan slips from her mouth. Her nipples tighten beneath her sundress and bra; it has been too long and she feels so needy. But he pulls away from her pliant mouth to drink in her hazy eyes and swollen lips.

“Yes to whatever you were going to ask. I’ve been wanting to ask you out since the first month I moved here. You don’t even know how beautiful you are, do you? With your pretty eyes and your gorgeous smile that lights up your entire face. And your big, beautiful heart. Let me take you to dinner one of these days.”

Anneliese nods dumbly, already missing his mouth on hers.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Kylian. I’d love to.”

He must read the desperation in her eyes because he groans before speaking; “I promised myself to be a gentleman and date you properly but the way you’re looking at me right now… fuck.”

His mouth finds hers again as they stumble through the house blindly. Anneleise feels along the walls in the corridor until she grasps the handle of her bedroom door in her palm. In the blink of an eye, she’s on her bed, laid bare, with Kylian’s hot mouth trailing kisses down the column of her neck. She writhes on the bed, body already on edge after finally getting some attention after many years of failed first dates that she eventually gave up on. The first flick of his wet warm tongue on her nipple makes her back bow.

“Ohh… so good, Kylian.” She whimpers. The man is still fully dressed, completely focused on just her pleasure like his doesn’t matter. Humming in response, he pulls back to blow against her wet brown peak. It tightens even further, tingling under the cool air. He switches to the other seamlessly while he pinches and toys with her right one still wet from his mouth. Anneleise keens long and low in her throat, squeezing her thighs together in an effort to alleviate the ache. She’s so wet that she can feel her essence trickling down the length of her perineum.

“Kylian, please.” It’s a pathetic little sob as her belly quivers.

“Okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

He licks his way down her belly, dipping his tongue in her navel. His hands find her fleshy thighs to grip and spread them apart to bare her to him. A few curls of moist dark hair over her swollen clit that pulses almost desperately. Her desperate scent catches his nose: warm and musky tinged with a slight powdery fragrance.

“Fuck, so pretty. Look how wet you are for me, sweetheart.”

He leans down to lick a broad stripe from her opening to her sensitive button. Anneleise sobs desperately, reaching a hand down to grip his head.

“Please, Kylian, been so long I.. I want to come, it hurts.” She sounds so distressed that it kicks him to action.

“I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

He seals his promise by sucking her clit gently between his lips. He keeps the pressure just right while using his tongue to tease at it simultaneously.

“Fuck, don’t stop.”

Anneleise sobs, hips undulating against his mouth while she keeps her hand firmly on his head. Kylian pets at her entrance with his middle and ring fingers before slowly easing them in. Anneleise’s body gives way under them readily, swallowing his fingers with an audible squelch that makes him groan from the pit of his belly. He sets a steady rhythm with his fingers that steals the breath from her lungs.

“Gosh, Ky- I’m so close.” She moans, feeling that familiar but oh so missed sensation starting to build.

Kylian starts twisting his fingers inside, angling them upward until he finds the spot that forces a little scream out her throat.

“Don’t stop please, please.” Tears leak from the corner of her eyes as the orgasm comes racing toward her like a freight train. Kylian suckles at her clit harder and fucks his fingers into her faster. Her hips match his pace as her whimpers turn into staccato little moans. Tears leak from her eyes that are squeezed shut as she keeps climbing that ladder of pleasure. Kylian releases her thigh to press down on her lower belly with his free hand. The added pressure makes her eyes pop open.

“You feel so good, hm? Come for me, baby.”

The words are muffled but she hears his gentle command. The added vibration from his voice sends her over the edge. Anneliese quickly grabs her pillow to muffle her screams as she falls into the precipice of pleasure. Anneleise holds his head in place as she grinds against his eager mouth, that’s now lapping at her essence is something decadent.

“Oh fuck, thank you Kylian. So good.” She manages to mumble between her whines and whimpers. Her grandma always said she loved this place; she claimed the charming town was surrounded by soft, shimmering magic. And in this moment, under Kylian’s skillful mouth, she realizes that maybe her grandmother knew exactly what she was talking about. If this isn’t magic, she doesn’t know what is. The man between her thighs doesn't stop until she starts pulling away from his wicked tongue.

“Too much.” She whimpers feeling overstimulation biting at her skin. She is fully capable of having multiple orgasms, but she feels too overwhelmed in the moment. Maybe because it’s been a while and this is the hardest she has ever came in her life.

Kylian moves his way up her twitching, trembling body to plant a wet kiss on her waiting lips. Anneleise moans at her taste on him. He looks so good with his eyes dark with lust and the bottom half is face soaking from her. Like a gentle claim. ‘That mouth is mine.’

“How do you feel, bébé?”

Suddenly feeling shy, she blinks up at him bashfully. “So good.”

Her eyes drift to the bulge in his jeans. “Let me-”

“Non. I meant what I said, I want to date you properly first. But you needed that, didn’t you, pretty?”

“Uh huh.”

He laughs at her shy gaze and pecks her lips.

“I should get going.” He shifts to get off the bed but she gently clasps a hand around his wrist. She isn’t ready for him to leave yet.

“Stay?”

His eyes soften at her gentle plea. “Are you sure?”

She nods, gripping at his wrist a little tighter.

“Okay, baby. I’ll stay.”

So Kylian stayed through the night and for many other nights to come.

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coralinnii · 1 year ago

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Hi! I saw that you were opening your requests for the next day or so to celebrate getting 2.7k followers! First off, I wanna say congratulations, and may you have a good day/night (almost wrote 'not' lol)!

Anyways, I read your rules, and wondered if I could get a fic with Leona, Vil, Malleus, and Lilia being in a relationship with a Venti! Reader? Essentially, Venti is a Genshin Impact character who plays the lyre, controls the wind, and has a playful personality.

‧₊˚✧ As Free as the Wind ‧₊˚✧

↳ Twst guys with a Venti!reader

feat: Leona ❋ Vil ❋ Malleus ❋ Lilia genre: humor, mild fluff note: no pronouns were used with the reader, Venti!reader is of legal age to drink, no spoilers regarding the Genshin Impact storyline, minor spoilers for TWST Book 7

Thank you reading my rules, always appreciate the extra effort people make! I deeply apologize for how late I am with this, but I hope you enjoy the post. Hopefully I captured Venti's personality well enough >_<'

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Ooff, did he first thought you were a pain in his tail.

Loud, cheeky, no fear of disturbing anyone for entertainment or favors… at least Ruggie has the decency to be useful.

He scoffed when you smile and act as if he can’t sense a dangerous well of power within you, the playful persona you present may fool a common man but not Leona.

He’ll play your game though. There’s no benefit to him to pry into your secrets. He finds this side of you, the one that would play a soft ballad for him for some booze money, much easier to deal with.

This is a strange relationship, but Leona can respect someone strong and most of all, doesn't tell him what to do. You believe in free will and freedom above else, which Leona appreciates.

“The concept of one king ruling over all... I can’t say I’m too interested in a land like that.”

Leona laughed at your boldness. With you, there’s no sense about stuffy responsibilities and obligations.

There are sweet days where you and Leona would spend the day in the greenhouse, Leona sleeping soundly as you play your lyre while humming your new poems, the wind carrying your melodic voice.

“Huh, do you have a song for me? Hah, what do you want from me this time? Fine, I’ll let you play.”

Vil immediately clocked something powerful about you, your nonchalant persona is good, but you cannot fool a seasoned actor like him.

No matter, though. Vil has no interest in delving into someone’s past like that. Vil assumes that if you must act so easy-going yet private about yourself, then he won’t pry into such things. One must have reasons, he supposed.

However, Vil cannot let go of your pension for the “occasional” drink or two. Vil doesn’t care that you are older than your appearance suggest, alcohol impacts your body and health as you age so he rather you limit that little habit of yours.

“Come now, Vil. Another bottle wouldn’t hurt~”

“Hmmph, you don’t have to worry much about yourself when you’re drunk but I most certainly do, especially when you come to me reeking of wine.”

But you always managed to quell his anger by singing ballads and poems about your wonderful beloved Vil. That always lifts the Housewarden’s mood and you end up with a mere reprimanding. Hehe.

Vil will not, however, forgive you so easily if you get too mischievous with him. The beautiful man can respect your talent with wind and currents, but he doesn’t appreciate the gust you would conjure up if it messes up Vil’s appearance too much.

“Don’t even think about running away from me. I know you were behind the sudden rush of wind, my mischievous one. Acting cute or sweet words is not going to work this time.”

However youthful you may appear, Malleus can sense an old soul within you which feels familiar and powerful.

Malleus is often surprised by you, for your playful and bold nature while handling the wild winds as skillfully as you hold the lyre. You bear similarities to a certain someone that he can’t help but respect you and hold you to a higher regard than any typical being.

Malleus doesn’t hate that easygoing personality of yours. On the contrary, he enjoys that spontaneous side of yours as you suggest the strangest of ideas to a powerful figure such as him.

“Let's go jumping in puddles and see who can make the biggest splash!“

You are a sociable being, making friends so easily that it baffles the young fae. A few cute words from you and it was suddenly so easy to lower one’s guard around you.

However, when you’re alone and don’t realize his presence, Malleus catches that gleam of loneliness in your eyes as you gaze from your tall resting spot. A look that Malleus feels a kinship with you in that regard.

”You would like to take a stroll with me tonight? Oh, a race in the sky, you say? Very well, but don't be conceited enough to believe I’m so easily bested.”

Dear Sevens, why would you ever let these two chaotic gremlins be in the same vicinity? Do you know no mercy for others?

The two of you would hit it off so well, it’s almost concerning. Lilia finds you a delight to be around, almost a kindred spirit even.

“So, you also took care of a dragon long ago.”

“Yeap, but he sorta became a nation-wide threat when I decided to leave and go off on my own.”

“Ah yes, those things do tend to happen.”

(if you can’t tell who’s saying what, that really speaks to how similar a coincidence that was)

Jamming sessions ALL. THE. TIME. The campus has not known a single moment of rest as you display your musical talents in the courtyard while Lilia encourages you all the way, occasionally playing along with an instrument of his own.

Lilia is fascinated by your lyrical retellings of your world and would love to visit this kingdom that values freedom among all else, and of this dandelion wine you speak so lovingly about.

As a man with his own… history, Lilia isn’t the type to ask too much about you if he sees you dodging the question. He can recognize that familiar look of longing and loss, so Lilia doesn’t press further and instead indulge with you in one more glass of bittersweet wine.

“What tales do you have to regale for tonight? I’m always captivated by these grand adventures of yours, it’s almost tempting for this old soul of mine, hehe.”

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bullet-prooflove · 4 months ago

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From the blast from the past prompt list #35 You and I won't part 'til we die with Ryan from Yellowstone

Tagging: @kmc1989 @yousigned-upforthis @queenslandlover-93 @xmjthewitchx @alisbackalleybbq

Companion piece to:

Romantic Shit - Ryan and you talk about Texas.

These pieces follow on after this fic:

Texas - Ryan and you see each other for the first time in three months.

Summer (NSFW) - Ryan enjoys a moment with you in the summer sun.

What Comes After The Dog - Ryan and you have a frank discussion about the future.

The Fun Parent - Ryan discovers there are downsides to being the fun parent.

Your wedding takes place the day before Ryan heads to Texas, on the ranch, underneath the oak tree with the rope swing he introduced you to when you were first started dating. The damn thing had snapped when he was doing his ‘safety check’ sending him hurtling into the stream that runs alongside it and you’d damn near killed yourself laughing before you stripped off your clothes to join him. It had been the first time you skinny dipped together but it hadn’t been the last.

It's a small affair, just the two of you and a couple of fellas from the bunk house. You don’t need more because the truth is Ryan has belonged to you the second he laid eyes on you, he just didn’t know it.

It’s Lloyd who conducts the ceremony, that man has known Ryan since he was 18 years old, fresh from the foster system and searching for a new home. Colby had helped him get ordained online, he’ll be the one to help you file the paperwork once Ryan disappears to the Lone Star State.

His hands reach for yours, clasping them tightly as he drinks you in. You’re wearing a white gauzy summer dress, he can’t wait to get under and cowboy boots you’ve had since you turned eighteen. They’re your something old, the wild flowers in your bouquet something blue.

It’s the ring that’s ‘borrowed’ or rather given. It came from the tiny black velvet pouch that Lloyd has always kept in the top pocket of his shirt. It was his mother’s once upon a time he had told you both when he’d tipped it out onto your palm.

“I ain’t never had a son, but this one is as close as it can get.” He’d said clasping Ryan’s shoulder tightly. “It seems fitting that it should go to the woman that’s decided she can put up with him.”

“I’ll take good care of it.” You had promised Lloyd, tucking it back into the velvet pouch before handing it back to him for the ceremony.

“Just take care of each other, that’s all I ask.” He had said returning it to his pocket.

It was later that night after Ryan had dropped you back off at the cottage that the two of them had sat down to share a couple of glasses of John Dutton’s good whiskey, sent over especially for the event.

“You’ll keep an eye out for her while I’m away?” Ryan had asked the other man as he stared into the campfire. “You know she has a habit-”

“- of getting herself into trouble, making waves. Yea I know.” Lloyd says with a grin. “You’ve got your hands full with that one. Never met someone so suited to you and your particular brand of wildness.”

Ryan laughs then because it’s true, they’re never was a truer match than him and you.

It’s Lloyd’s voice that brings him back to the present, back to the woman standing in front of him, the one that’s about to become his wife.

“You ready?” He asks and Ryan squeezed your hands lightly as he says.

“Get on with old man, the two of us , we’ve got some loving to do.”

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Out On That Ledge: Tim Gutterson x Reader

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Tagging: @kmc1989 @fallmoreinloveeveryday @elenavampire21 @floralfloyd @lamaudite

Companion piece to:

Lucky - Tim's assignment doesn't go to plan.

Stars - Tim's not like the other guys.

The people you work with think you have a four leaf clover shoved up your ass. It’s the only possible explanation as to why you’ve survived all the crazy shit you have, that or you have actually nine lives. They don’t understand that you don’t see the world like other people, that you think in chess moves, always three steps ahead of your opponent. Even your contingency plans have contingency plans because working in Intelligence has taught you that you can’t trust the people around you, you can never let your guard down.

That changes when you meet Tim Gutterson because he does the thing you don’t expect him to do, he surprises you and that makes him irresistible.

Everything from disobeying orders, to a conversation under the stars, to later that evening when he spends over an hour cleaning up the wounds on your back with a damp sponge because he can tell they’re bothering you underneath your t-shirt, that man is nothing you ever expected.

“You should have gone to the med tent.” He tuts as he uses gentle fingertips to smear antiseptic gel across the scratches on your back from the bushes you spent last night playing hide and seek in.

“I don’t like getting undressed for other people.” You tell him and he pauses, his hand pulling away from your bare skin.

“Is this uncomfortable for you?” He asks, studying the profile of your face as you turn it towards him.

“No.” You say, shaking your head. “Not with you. You’re too concerned with my wellbeing right now to give a damn about fucking me.”

It’s a fair assessment but it highlights a bigger problem because even now in the safety of your tiny quarters your mind is still working a mile a minute, assessing threats, circumstances and possibilities. It’s a survival trait, he understands, a form of hypervigilance.

“Do you ever turn that off?” He murmurs, resuming his gentle caretaking. “Or is the on switch stuck?”

“I…” You trail off as a flush creeps across your cheeks because this is the other thing about Tim Gutterson, he fucking sees you. You think that’s the reason he didn’t put a bullet in you in the first place. “I think it’s a little stuck. Even when I’m stateside, I just can’t seem to relax.”

“Well I know a thing or two about that.” He says, replacing the lid for the antiseptic cream before handing you your t-shirt. “And I have just the cure for it.”

You pull on your t-shirt before you turn around to see him pulling an iPod out of the top pocket of his military fatigues. He sits down on the edge of the single bed, his teeth worrying his lower lip as he focuses on untangling the white headphones.

“That’s the plan?” You ask him, sitting down beside him as he finally frees them. “We lie down together, listen to a little alt-rock and fall asleep holding hands?”

“It’s more bluegrass and country but the theories the same.” He says before he lies down on the bed, his back coming to rest against the wall so there’s ample space for you. “Now I usually prefer to be the little spoon. I love that snuggly shit. It makes me feel all warm inside. But I’m willing to make an exception on account of the fact you’ve had a really tough couple of days, hiding from the Taliban and shit. So if you wanna tuck yourself in here, I promise you that my hands won’t wander once you turn out the light.”

You can’t remember the last time you were held by someone, that you actually felt like someone cared about you beyond a casual fuck.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask him as you settle down alongside him, your back coming to rest against his chest.

“Because when you’re out on that ledge Lucky, sometimes you need someone to pull you back.” He says as tucks the blanket over you both before he takes one of the iPod headphones and places it carefully in your ear. “And tonight that’s me.”

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lilyinavalley · 1 month ago

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Refractions🪞

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 - 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛

You go on a mission with Sinostra's Ghouls, but as usual something goes wrong. Taiga gets trapped in his own psyche, where past, present and future are nothing more than words written in pencil. Thanks to the anomaly's power he can relive some memories that he had completely erased - Will he be able to uncover even more, especially about his kitty-cat?

Taiga Hoshibami x mc Ao3 Ao3 versione italiana Warnings! stigma speculations [Masterlist] Welcome to my new series!

The velvety notes of a jazz song sweeten the evening in this discreet nightclub. Violet lights caress the rosy cheeks of people speaking in hushed tones among the scattered tables. Sparkling glasses of the most diverse shapes are languidly brought to the lips by fingers adorned with priceless rings. These people, with scarlet-stained lips and immaculately trimmed beards, exude wealth from every pore.

From a table in the corner of the room, I’m closely observing everything unfolding in front of me. It feels like watching a Manet painting—people chatting with honey-drenched words pouring from their lips, while pure poison drips from their eyes.

An olive, skewered by a toothpick, floats alone in my Martini. From time to time, I bring it to my lips to avoid drawing attention, without drinking a single drop. I can’t afford to lose clarity.

“Romeo, have you noticed anything strange?”

I say in a bored tone.

Romeo: “No! What a waste of time…”

Taiga: “Lulù’s right, let’s go look for this anomaly ourselves.”

Ritsu: “Absolutely not, we can’t draw attention. Do you want to cause chaos like last time? If we stir up trouble, we lose four times as much time.”

At my table there are also the three ghouls from Sinostra, elegantly dressed in tuxedos—as usual chosen according to Romeo’s impeccable taste. Even my midnight blue evening gown isn’t bad. The only thing that worries me are my high heels, which could be a problem if we have to run.

We’re here on a mission assigned by the headmaster, and as usual, I’m the inspector. In this venue, at least one person vanishes every night. After some investigation, the Darkwick agents discovered rumors about an individual who lures people by promising to let them relive memories from their past, asking for nothing in return. Those who agree vanish without a trace. With the possibility of a serial killer ruled out, we’re left with the assumption that it’s an anomaly.

And so here we are, pretending to drink while trying to understand what’s going on—everyone except Taiga, who’s already on his third whiskey and seems completely uninterested in the mission.

So nothing out of the ordinary...

It’s already a miracle he hasn’t vanished to do his own thing. So it’s fine...

While I absentmindedly watch a couple whisper sweet words to each other, I finally notice something strange: a woman, sitting at the table behind them, looks distraught and is speaking with a man in his thirties.

They’re too far away for me to hear the conversation, but I can do a bit of lip-reading.

…Come with me…memories…offer…

Excited, I elbow Romeo.

“Romeo, look! I think we found him.”

Annoyed by the sudden blow, Romeo glares at me, but still leans in to align his gaze with mine.

Romeo: “You’re right, BB. So you are useful sometimes.”

Not impressed by the vulgar nickname he’s been using for months, I don’t even bother to respond.

Ritsu: “So, what do we do? Follow them?”

“Yes, but not all together.”

Taiga: “I’ll go. I’m sick of sitting around doing nothing.”

Romeo: “No way, BTH! I’m not letting you destroy or devour another anomaly. This time, we need to capture it.”

With a theatrical sigh, Taiga throws his head back and downs the rest of his whiskey.

Ritsu: “We better decide quickly, or we’ll lose them.”

I watch the movements of the potential victim and think for a moment.

Yes, this is probably the best idea

“Taiga and I will go.”

I set my drink down decisively and stand up.

“It’s better to keep him close and give him something to do than let him cause trouble out of boredom. Don’t you agree?”

Ritsu and Romeo stay seated, thoughtful. They don’t argue, but they’re not fully convinced either. Not that it matters—Taiga doesn’t give them time to disagree. He stands right after me, taking my arm.

Taiga: “Gyahahaha, let’s go, kitty-cat, before we lose them.”

Romeo: “Keep your phone handy. Call us if anything happens.”

“Of course. Talk soon.”

No one pays us much attention as we leave our table. Without raising suspicion, we begin following the woman and the suspicious man from a safe distance.

We walk down a long, winding corridor. When the couple turns a corner, we follow, leaving the previous one behind.

The dim lighting, black carpet, and mahogany-red walls create an eerie atmosphere. The melancholic music fades into the distance. The sound of my heels is muffled by the soft floor, and an unsettling silence surrounds our steady breathing.

The eyes of the crowd have long since left us. Yet, my hand is still wrapped around Taiga’s arm. He doesn’t show any sign of wanting to let go either. If I didn’t know him, I might think he was helping me walk in these heels.

Let me dream...

After four turns, they stop in front of a door. The man opens it and, with a half-bow, invites the woman in, the he enters after her, closing the door behind.

We wait a few seconds—no sound of a key turning.

Perfect, he left it unlocked.

Taiga: “So, what’s the plan, kitty-cat?”

“We approach the door and try to listen. Then we call the others and decide what to do. It’s better not to act alone without informing them.”

I look into Taiga’s eyes, but they show no emotion. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. Even if he did show something, he remains highly unpredictable—calm one moment, unhinged the next. His mustard-colored irises are fixed on me, silently. I start to feel uneasy. Sometimes his empty stare is even more piercing than his crazed one. It’s like he’s rummaging through your soul while also looking straight through you.

Unable to bear the pressure any longer, I turn toward the door.

“Let’s hurry.”

We approach the room quietly. I lean my ear against the door, making as little noise as possible. Through a few centimeters of wood, I can hear faint voices. The room must be small, otherwise I wouldn’t hear them this clearly.

“…I just have to go through this mirror, right?…”

“…Exactly, miss. Once inside, you’ll finally reunite with your son…”

“…And you want nothing in return? Nobody does things for free in this world. Who are you?…”

“…I’m just a gentleman trying to bring peace to lost souls. You should feel lucky to have found me. After all, what do you have left in this life? Would you rather suffer in solitude until death?…”

A long pause follows that statement. I turn to Taiga, who is also listening, and see that his brows are furrowed.

A terrible premonition gives me the chills…

Whispering so that the two behind the door don’t hear, I lean into Taiga’s ear.

“Taiga, is anything wr—”

I don’t even finish before he flings open the door I’m leaning on, causing me to fall flat inside.

My heart races—from both the shock and the fear of what’s about to happen.

The two inside turn toward us, startled.

Taiga pulls out his special artifact and points his submachine gun at the man.

Taiga: “Step away from the mirror, bastard.”

The man smirks defiantly and disappears into the mirror in a violet cloud.

Taiga groans in frustration, lowers his weapon, and turns to me.

Taiga: “Tsk, take care of the woman. I’m going after that bastard.”

I leap to my feet and step closer, keeping a two-meter distance.

Just in case...

“Don’t even think about it. Stay put. We’re calling the others. You have to stop acting before thinking. One day it’ll get you killed.”

Frustrated, I open my shoulder bag to grab my phone and call the others. As I raise my head— Taiga is gone.

Only I remain in the room now, along with the woman still in shock on the floor, and a large mirror with an ornate golden frame on the wall across from the door.

It’s my fault. What the hell was I thinking bringing Taiga? I’m an idiot. Yes, a complete idiot!

I approach the mirror. As soon as I look into it, I stumble back, shocked.

“What the hell?...”

Instead of my reflection, I see Taiga—standing, head lowered, eyes closed.

I try calling out to him, but there’s no response.

Better not touch anything—or I’ll get pulled in too.

Frustrated, I press my hands to my face and rub my eyes in circles. I inhale, exhale deeply, then call Romeo—bracing for the ear-splitting scream I know is coming.

Shit.

Once I cross the mirror, I’m greeted by absolute nothingness—I'm suspended in a place without boundaries, no way to tell up from down, no shapes, no corners. Everything is black. The only thing I can see clearly is my own body.

Which doesn’t make a damn bit of sense, considering there’s nothing illuminating it.

With no other options, I try walking. There’s no solid ground under my feet, I feel like I’m floating in midair, yet somehow I can move forward.

The kitty-cat is probably pissed off as hell, but following the anomaly isn’t the only reason I threw myself in here.

Because of my stigma, I feel like I’m living in the eye of a hurricane—my memories are swept away by its violent currents. Sometimes they flash before my eyes, only to be sucked away again by its centripetal force.

Maybe here, I can trick this curse. If not, I’ll just destroy everything and get out.

Simple.

I’ve been walking for almost an hour when I finally see a white glow in the distance. I pick up the pace, and soon I find myself at the center of a strange art gallery. Instead of paintings, there are enormous rectangular mirrors suspended in the void, arranged in two parallel rows that seem to stretch into infinity—or at least, so far they blur into the surrounding darkness.

With hesitant steps, I approach the first mirror on my left. At first, I see only my reflection. Then the image distorts, and a kind of video begins to play.

Romeo, the kitty-cat, and a familiar guy with ash-gray hair and blue eyes are arguing with each other, but they move their lips without producing a sound. Every now and then, they look in my direction—as if they really are speaking to me.

So these are my memories…?

In the other mirrors, countless different scenes are reflected. Some familiar, others completely wiped from my brain.

I continue forward, staying in the middle of the two rows. In most of the scenes, Romeo is there in various stages of fury, yelling at the screen—or rather, at me.

Then the scenes shift: bloodbaths, remnants of anomalies I was devouring on the floor, poker tables, and memories of a past I don’t want to remember.

Further ahead, the kitty-cat starts to appear more and more often. A mischievous grin spreads across my face—her terrified expression always cheers me up.

In many memories she stays in the background, hidden in Romeo’s shadow. Then little by little, she starts to gain courage, stepping into the foreground, talking to me, even getting mad.

But at a certain point, something changes. The bloodstained and violent memories are gradually replaced by the kitty-cat’s innocent face, caught in various activities.

Her sitting on the grass, sipping a drink.

Her laughing carefree in front of a Sinostra slot machine.

Her napping on the Galaxy Express, and my hand brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

Something’s off.

I stop in front of one mirror. In this "memory," the kitten seems a few years older, her hair longer. Wrapped in sheets, she’s lying in bed reading a book. Then she looks up—subtle expression lines frame her face. She gazes in my direction with an expression I’ve never seen before, reaches out a hand toward me, gets closer—and then everything goes black.

…

These aren’t memories of the past—or the present. This must be the future I saw… and then forgot.

?: “I’ve never seen a corridor so vast and chaotic.”

I spin around and see the man I’d been chasing earlier just a few meters away. This time, a white mask covers his entire face. I reach for my artifact, but it’s gone—just like everything else I brought with me.

?: “Welcome to the realm of your consciousness. Here, you can’t bring anything but your soul.”

I glare at him without saying a word. I’m not in the mood to argue with an anomaly.

?: “Oh, come on, don’t act tough. I know you’re curious.”

The man steps closer to the mirror where the kitty-cat is still immersed in whatever story she's reading.

?: “I know perfectly well you and your friends came here to eliminate or contain me, but I’ve never hurt anyone. In the end, the people I bring here choose to stay of their own free will.”

He turns his back to me and walks toward the beginning of my memories.

?: “Come with me.”

I shouldn’t be listening to a fucking anomaly, but something urges me forward—a sharp temptation prodding me from behind. So I shove my hands in my pockets and follow him.

He stops in front of a memory where the kitty-cat is sitting at the end of a worn wooden pier, still wearing her Darkwick uniform—must be a recurring memory.

Next to her, a pair of shoes and a wicker basket full of fruit.

?: “To relive this moment, all you have to do is step through the mirror. You’ll exit when the memory itself ends.”

Taiga: “Do I look like a fucking idiot to you?”

A laugh echoes from under the anomaly’s mask. He draws a vertical line in the air with his index finger, opening a kind of portal. On the other side, the kitty-cat is on the phone, and the older woman from before is sitting on the ground with her back against the wall.

?: “The exit is this way. The choice is yours.”

And with that, he vanishes into nothingness again.

…

I turn my back to the exit and tentatively touch the mirror’s surface. As soon as I brush it with my fingers, they pass through—rippling the image with tiny waves that expand outward in circles.

Slowly, I push my whole arm through, but as soon as I reach the elbow, some unknown force pulls me entirely inside.

And once again, I’m swallowed by darkness.

Dividers by: @strangergraphics

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azrielslightintheshadows · 2 years ago

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Failed proposal

Azriel x f!Reader

Masterlist.

Summary; Azriel finally gathers the courage to propose, but what happens when the ring gets mixed with the earrings Cassian got for Nesta?

I was inspired by the movie "something from Tiffany's"

Warnings; a bit of angst and swearing. Mentions of violence.

Winter solstice was coming and everyone was rushing around trying to find the perfect gift for their loved ones. You, Feyre, and Nesta had already shopped for gifts and hid them around the house so the males wouldn’t find them. They were way too impatient and you knew that the moment they would spot a present they would open it to see what it is. Even your mate Azriel who seemed strict and a sucker for rules would cave.

You and Azriel met 50 years ago and the bond snapped instantly, you spent the next years going out on dates and taking things slow and about 20 years ago you moved in the house of wind and accepted the bond. You didn’t have a ceremony so you recently discussed about getting married, he seemed nervous and wrapped the conversation quite abruptly making you wonder if he really wanted this. You couldn’t understand what was holding him back, you had accepted the bond so getting married was actually something meant to happen. Your insecurities resurfaced and the jealousy consumed you as you thought about the time he spent with Elain in order to help her adjust, but after overhearing that he had a big plan for this winter solstice, you decided to wait until then to confront him. The girls were all convinced that he will give you the ring you yearned for and you couldn’t hide your excitement.

Azriel

“I don’t know Rhys… none of the rings feels right” Azriel said as they walked around in the store.

“What about this one?” Rhys exclaimed and held a ring in Azriel’s face. The shadowsinger took a step back and examined the ring, it was indeed a beautiful gold ring with a blue marquise cut stone the same shade as his siphons. Azriel took the ring from Rhysand’s hand and moved it to the light, it was just as shiny as your eyes, he thought and smiled.

“Okay I’ll take this” he informed the salesman and followed him to the register. After the ring was packed he took the bag and hurried off hoping to get home before you so he could hide it.

He entered the library and removed one stone from the wall leaving the present inside and placing the stone back into place. He was in such a hurry that he didn’t notice the same bag that Cassian had hidden there too.

Winter solstice.

Azriel’s behavior was completely odd the past days and this morning he jumped off the bed like you burned him. You were really confused but also excited because these were telltale signs of an upcoming proposal -or at least that’s what the girls had been telling you.

The night came rather quickly and you all gathered in the main room of the house of wind with all the presents.

Feyre gave Rhysand a painting of Nyx and him flying around, then she gave Cassian a book about war strategies. For Nesta she had bought a book series and for Elain some gardening supplies. Then she moved to Azriel for whom she got a new dagger, and finally you… you opened the velvet box and gasped, she got you the necklace you had been checking out for months. You hugged her and then it was Rhysand’s turn, he bought Feyre an art gallery and jewellery and weapons for the rest of you.

Azriel’s turn came, and he gave Feyre a sketchbook, then gave Rhysand a new pair of Illyrian leathers, and a new sword to Cassian. He had bought Nesta a book and then he moved to Elain, you almost growled when she gasped and held a bracelet with a pink rose charm. Then it was your turn, he looked nervous as he grabbed the last bag and gave it to you.

At the same time Cassian pushed a similar bag in Nesta’s hands whispering “I can’t wait anymore open it please”

You opened the bag and saw a small velvet box, your heart stopped and you glanced at Azriel. It’s happening. You thought and opened the box with a huge smile on your face.

“Oh Az… uhm thank you” your smile fluttered.

He furrowed his eyebrows and asked “what?”

“I love them” you smiled and showed him the box, a pair of earrings was inside and he frowned.

Nesta squealed and jumped on her feet

“Yes yes yes a million times yes” she screamed and hugged a very confused Cassian.

Your eyes watered as you stared at them.

Cassian gulped as he saw the ring. He was sweating but seeing Nesta’s reaction he smiled and placed it on her finger. You couldn’t take it anymore so you congratulated them and excused yourself. Azriel was speechless… he glared at Cassian and hurried off to find you.

You were in your shared room, sitting on the bed and crying. Azriel felt a pang in his chest but he couldn’t tell you, he didn’t want to do this without the ring. Rage filled him and he thought about all the ways he would beat Cassian.

“What’s wrong angel?” He asked and sat next to you.

“Do you even love me anymore?” You asked him, your voice breaking.

“Of course, more than anything… where is this coming from?”

You just shrugged and laid back. You didn’t mind that he didn’t propose as much as the fact that he gave Elain something that reminded of her while he gave to you a pair of simple earrings…and he knew that you didn’t even wear earrings.

He opened his mouth to speak again but quickly shut it as you turned your back on him and tried to sleep.

Azriel was confused because he didn’t feel any disappointment down the bond, just jealousy. He thought about it and then it hit him…he gave Elain -with whom you had a problem- a thoughtful gift while he gave you something that you didn’t even use. He felt even worse and with a groan he fell back and stared at the ceiling.

The morning came and you woke up alone in bed…

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

“Why didn’t you tell her?” Rhysand exclaimed.

“Because I don’t want to ruin this too.” Azriel sighed. “I met her a few days before you were trapped under the mountain so our first years as mates were not easy, then she moved to the house of wind where everyone was mourning you and we didn’t even have a ceremony for accepting the bond, she just brought a piece of apple pie in our room and offered it to me…. The next days I was busy helping Mor, Cassian and Amren rule Velaris and we didn’t even celebrate our bond. I can’t let anything destroy the proposal too.”

Cassian walked into Rhysand’s office and Azriel immediately pounced on him.

“You fucking idiot” -punch

“Why didn’t you say something?” -punch

“You fucking stole my ring” -punch

“You stole my moment" -punch, punch

The warlord was accepting the punishment knowing that he messed up, only when the high lord pulled Azriel back he dared to speak.

“I’m so sorry brother… I was shocked I didn’t know what to do…and Nesta was so excited… I couldn’t find it in my heart to destroy the moment” he avoided Azriel’s gaze, the shame consuming him.

“I. Want. My. Ring. Back.” The shadowsinger growled, pausing between each word.

“Okay…” Cassian mumbled and left.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

You were sitting in your room staring out the window… you wondered if Elain came here sooner would Azriel still want you to accept the mating bond? You doubted that and pain filled your heart.

A knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts and Nesta walked in.

“Heyyyy, I was wondering if you would like to come with me to the store where Cassian got me the ring, I want to ask them how to maintain it clean” she said and stretched her hand out staring at the ring.

“Sure” you shrugged and got up.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Feyre came and winnowed the three of you to the store, you walked in gaping at all the jewels there… the store was really expensive.

“Hello, I recently got engaged and I wanted to ask how to clean this” Nesta asked the salesman and showed him the ring.

“Ooh yeah, you must be y/n” he smiled, you glanced up but he wasn’t looking at you, he was talking to Nesta.

“The shadowsinger was so excited when he found this ring, he kept saying how shiny it was just like your eyes” he continued and Nesta gulped. You were staring wide-eyed, your jaw almost touched the floor but thankfully Feyre pushed it back in place.

“Azriel bought this?” Feyre asked.

“Yes my lady, your husband was here too, he was helping the shadowsinger choose.”

“What about Cassian?” Nesta asked and the salesman gave her a questioning look.

“The warlord, the general of the armies… the brute with the red siphons” she explained and you and Feyre snorted at the last remark.

“Oh yes. He was here first he got a beautiful set of earrings”

And then it hit you, somehow the two idiots mixed their presents. Nesta growled and turned around marching out.

“Thank you” Feyre smiled and pulled you out.

Nesta was pacing…

“Y/n I’m so sorry” she said when she saw you.

“It’s okay Ness” you smiled.

“Why didn’t the idiot say something? Oh he is sleeping outside today” she growled.

“I think he just didn’t want to ruin the moment, you were really excited” your voice was soft as you spoke.

“Yeah but we ruined your moment” she pushed

“It’s okay I’m used to it” you shrugged with a sad smile.

She gave you the ring.

“I think this belongs to you”

You placed it on your finger and stared.

“The stone is the same color as Azriel’s siphons” Feyre noted.

“Yeah I was confused about that too” Nesta shrugged.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Dinner was served and you and the girls walked inside the dining room taking your usual seats. Azriel glanced at you with a worried look and Cassian whispered something to Nesta… she shook her head and smirked.

The room buzzed with conversation and everything felt normal again, you reached for the wine bottle in front of Azriel, the ring on display. Azriel was taking a sip from his wine and the moment his eyes fell on the ring he choked, spraying the wine all over the table making everyone stop and look at you.

You giggled while Nesta and Feyre smiled.

“Where… how…when?” Azriel was blurting out questions.

“We went to the shop today and the salesman called Nesta by my name so we figured” you shrugged and smiled.

Cassian’s eyes widened and he pushed his chair back, he glanced at Nesta and with a quick “oh shit” he jumped up and ran away, Nesta following suit.

Azriel smiled softly and took your hand in his own, pressing a small kiss on the back of your palm.

“I didn’t want this to happen like this…. We deserve one good moment” he whispered.

“Being in the dining room with all our family is a pretty good moment…” you smiled “and maybe we can lock Cassian in a cell on our wedding day”

Azriel burst into laughter and pulled you in his arms.

“I promise to give you the most amazing wedding day” he smiled and kissed you.

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chil-aglia · 5 months ago

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BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO CARD

Hey y’all, so remember when I said I’m doing a bad things happen bingo card thing? Well….I GOT THE CARD LETS GOOO

Now I haven’t done these before so bear with me.

RULES TO SUBMIT REQUESTS!

Has to be set in the ROTTMNT universe (during the show/present timeline/apocalypse timeline/movie timeline, an AU of sorts (I mean these bingo spots are basically all AU’s) etc, etc

Main character to write has to be my OC’s (Giovanni, Adriaen, Ronin, Three/Luca. You are also free to suggest Caden. I’ll even throw in Nico and Matt)

Canon characters can be part of it too. Like for example, Leo is helping Adriaen. Or Donnie and Ronin are there together doing whatever it is they are doing. Ya know? Kinda like the prompt ideas

You’re free to submit more than one prompt space for the bingo card. And you’re free to go crazy with your ideas

For the NSFW ones, I’ll be posting those on my NSFWblog, but you can submit the ideas here.

Make sure you also tell me that your request/ideas are for the bad things happen bingo! Otherwise, I won’t know

The fics will be posted here on tumblr and on my Ao3 (I’ll post a link to that after I get some suggestions)

No t-cest btw.

You’re free to draw art for these and idk, tag me or something

And that’s all. If I think of more, I’ll keep adding to it. But other than that…GO, GO, GO, SUBMIT YOUR IDEAS!

You can either comment the ideas here or send it through the ask box!

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Sacrifice: Nico is to blame for the Krang finding their base. Is to blame for death of innocent people. Nico needs to fix this. And there’s only one way to end this. Find the Key…stop the Krang.

Mind Rape: Krang Prime has Caden in his clutches. Terrifying him. Torturing his mind and soul. Caden needs an out, he can’t take it. Leo has to take charge now, and god damn if he couldn’t save Caden then he’ll never forgive himself.

Not afraid of you anymore: Giovanni is not the same scared little boy he once was. He’s grown. He’ll do what it takes to defend his family, especially from the EPF. Even if it means hurting someone.

Rape/non-con: Ronin has survived many dangerous things, has been through many battles. Has seen and experienced the ugliness in others. Now…it’s his turn to finally get some closure.

Cry into chest: Giovanni has tried to keep it together. He has been doing well since returning home. It’s only a few nightmares he gets. So why does he still cry? Why is his father comforting him like he’s a little boy?

Flashbacks: A younger Giovanni AU version, where he is fighting against Hypno but gets hit by a mind spell, resulting for him getting visions of his past making him now vulnerable.

Cabin fever: Things are getting a little paranormal in the cabin the turtles are staying in. What’s horrifying is that they are being stalked. And Adriaen is the one trying to fight, or else they die.

Panic attack: Adriaen hasn’t slept in weeks. It’s making him feel like he’s going insane. All because of the ominous white door that has continually been haunting him. He can’t take it anymore.

Self-harm: Ronin runs into the turtles, much to annoyance as he some cuts on his body, but he can’t let the others see. But he’s doing a horrible job at it.

Brainwashing: Ronin is hit with a mystical force that alters his brain. Forcing him to see everything as a threat. Forcing him to think and act like the days he spent in the Battle Nexus arena.

Therapy Session: Giovanni is convinced to give Therapy a go. With the help from his brother Mikey, Giovanni is actually doing well. Until he isn’t upon coming to a party for him.

Drugged: Getting sent back in time was bound to mess with Nico sooner or later. But meeting a human he only heard stories of in person? Getting drugged by them? That was a whole new mess Nico wasn’t used to.

Amputation: The Krang have been defeated but the infected people of New York still linger around. Adriaen sadly has been faced to face with one the more aggressive infected. His leg is covered in the slime, and it stings, burns. They have to take it off. They have to take away his leg.

Addiction/withdrawal: Ronin had always had bad coping mechanisms. Especially during difficult times. But he knows a way for him to feel…free. He can survive perhaps a few days maybe even 2 weeks at most without the drug. But not for long. It won’t take long for him to crack.

Forced to beg: Caden can’t come out of his meditative state. He’s trapped himself in his mind, the pressure getting too much for him. Leo and the others are begging for him to snap out of it, begging for Caden to wake up.

Body horror: Adriaen has a horrifying nightmare about the others turning into creepy monsters/creatures, he ends up having a massive panic attack after he wakes up from the nightmare and Leo is there to calm him down.

All of the other reindeer: It’s not his fault that he had some adult turtle, the leader of the Resistance inside his head. People need to learn that he’s not Leo. He can’t be Leo. So why…why do they insist that he is Leo?

Suicide attempt: Three can't take it anymore. The memories, the pain. It was all torturous for him. Huh…when did he get to this roof?

“I know you’re in there somewhere. Fight”: Matt knows his twin brother is still inside. Underneath all that Krang gunk. That is still his brother. And Matt is going to bring him back.

Forced to hurt someone: Ronin’s first battle in the Battle Nexus (May or may not be canon to the story, but we’ll see)

Non-consensual touching: Being already triggered with immense touching was annoying for Dante. But he powered through it, he had to, especially during his monthly check ups with the doctors in base. But this certain doctor…they just kept touching and touching.

Childhood trauma: Three recalls some trauma from his childhood days with Baron Draxum after witnessing Leo being shocked by the shock collar made by Donnie (takes place during Donnie’s Gifts) (not canon to the actual story for Three)

Shock collar: It was only a prank. Matt found this weird collar, remembering that his uncle invented it and showed it to him. He thought it was fine. But then he just couldn’t take it off. It malfunctioned.

Non-consensual kiss: Everyone’s first kiss is suppose to be…magical? Amazing? Caden wasn’t too sure, he’s heard the stories but never actually experienced one himself. Until…he did, but it didn’t feel right.

Touch starved: Three gets injured, he hates himself because of it. He doesn’t think he deserves the help from his family, more so from Leo. But even he can get clingy when someone shows him the slightest bit of comfort.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #rottmnt oc #oc #tmnt oc #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles oc #rise of the tmnt oc #rise of tmnt #rise of the turtles #rottmnt angst #angst prompts #angst #chilaglia bthb

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a-bit-of-writing · 2 months ago

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19/30 - Deal

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Kakashi, Sai

Words: 598

Summary:After the war, Kakashi visits the memorial like he always does - until he finds Sai already there, painting ghosts he’s never met.

The war was over, but the mist over Konoha still tasted of smoke and names carved on stone.

Kakashi stood before the Memorial, rain settling in his hair like reluctant apologies. In his left hand he carried white chrysanthemums for Obito and Rin; in his right, the tattered orange book he no longer opened. He had come to speak to ghosts and found a living one waiting.

Sai knelt in the mud, sketchbook propped on his knee, sleeve rolled back so ink wouldn’t smudge. A half-formed portrait bloomed beneath his brush: hollow eyes, a cracked mask, the suggestion of a smile that never reached the mouth.

“Sensei,” Sai greeted without looking up, voice soft, flat yet not empty. “I heard you visit at dawn. I hoped for a quiet angle.”

Kakashi exhaled through his mask. “Early mornings belong to old regrets. You’re welcome to them, if you don’t mind the company.”

A pause. Rain drummed around them, turning soil to black paste. Sai’s brush hovered. “Your friend Obito… I’ve never seen his face. Only descriptions.” He glanced sideways, expression carefully neutral. “If I get it wrong, tell me.”

“You won’t,” Kakashi said, then corrected himself - gentler. “And if you do, he’ll forgive you faster than I will.”

Sai’s hand stilled. “I want this portrait to be…right. But I can’t feel what you felt. I only know how to copy lines.”

Kakashi slid the orange book into his pocket and crouched beside him. “Tell you what - let’s make a deal.”

Sai blinked, surprised. “A deal?”

“You draw Obito as you see him.” Kakashi reached out, tapped the blank half of the page. “Then leave the other side for someone you lost. Anyone. In return, I’ll tell you a story that never made it into the mission reports.”

Sai’s lips parted - something like a smile, fragile and earnest. “A fair trade.”

Ink met paper again. Strokes gathered, deliberate: shaggy hair, hopeful eyes, a half-ruined mask. Kakashi watched the image take breath, each line anchoring memory to the present. When Sai finished, he turned the page, and a second face emerged: pale skin, long bangs, gentle eyes that hadn’t existed in any Root file. Shin - Sai’s brother.

Kakashi’s chest tightened. “I see.”

Sai set the brush down. “Your story, sensei.”

Kakashi inhaled rain-damp air. “Obito once told me a hero isn’t someone who never breaks the rules, but someone who knows which rule is worth dying for. I laughed at him. Years later, he broke every rule to save me.” His voice roughened. “I’ve spent half a life paying that debt.”

Sai traced a fingertip along Shin’s inked cheekbone. “I was told emotions weaken a shinobi. But on the battlefield, I felt stronger because of them. Still…I’m afraid I’m faking what should be real.”

Kakashi shook his head. “Feelings aren’t traps, Sai - they’re mirrors. Sometimes cracked, sometimes clear. Either way, they show you who you’re becoming.”

Sai closed the sketchbook gently, as if sealing a scroll. “Then our deal is done.”

“Not quite.” Kakashi removed one chrysanthemum from the bunch and offered it. “Give this to Shin. Ghosts deserve flowers, too.”

Sai accepted the bloom, eyes shining like wet ink. “Thank you, Kakashi-sensei.”

Kakashi rose, joints aching with years. “And thank you for giving Obito a face I can share.”

When Sai placed the chrysanthemum at the base of the stone, the rain eased as if the sky itself honored the exchange. Ink blurred, petals gleamed, and for a breath the gray morning found its color.

#my: stories #30 day fanfic challenge #fandom: naruto #kakashi hatake #sai naruto #naruto #naruto fanfiction #naruto shippuden #naruto fandom #naruto fic #kakashi sensei #hatake kakashi #kakashi fanfiction

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trickphotography2 · 9 months ago

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i'd love a little blurb about jake as a dad

Alright, slight spoilers for D-Day, but this is what popped into my head. ---------------------------------------------------

Bus duty.

When he signed up to be in the military, the last thing Jake Seresin had expected was to be assigned bus monitor duty. Unfortunately, he had to deal with the weekly duty twice a school year to make sure his kids could ride the bus to school every day.

His ears still rang from the time he forgot to sign up, and the bus monitor turned his kid away. Thankfully, Sloane had come up just in time, marched them back to the principal’s office, and called her mama. You had driven right to the school, and he’d been dragged into the bedroom as soon as he got home and was given an earful. It was the first and last time he forgot to sign up for his mandatory time.

Standing at the front of the bus, Jake nodded at each child who boarded and flashed him their DoDES bus pass. Thankfully, besides a couple of loud fifth graders, there hadn’t been any issues on his route so far. Which was good because he’d forgotten his coffee at home, up and out of the house earlier than normal to get to the bus depot, and didn’t have the patience to deal with more.

The bus turned into the enlisted base housing, slowly filling up. When they finally headed toward the officer housing, Jake looked out the windows and counted the stops. They drove past his house, and he spotted your car still in the driveway.

A mob of kids stood at the corner, but he spotted you immediately. It wasn’t every day that you walked the kids to the bus stop - Sloane had demanded that stop once she hit third grade and moved from the primary to intermediate school, and none of her friends’ parents did it - but there you were today. With his travel coffee thermos in hand.

As soon as the doors opened, Jake walked down the few steps. Kids held up their bus passes, and he quickly glanced at them and nodded, eyes darting to where you were smirking.

“Hi, Daddy,” Sloane sighed before trying to trudge past him. Like her mama, she wasn’t a morning person, and getting her out of bed in time for school was always a hassle. Hooking his finger in her backpack strap, Jake tugged her backward.

“Bus pass.”

“What?”

“Bus pass, young lady.”

“Daddy,” she whined. “C’mon.”

“You know the rules. Gotta show your bus pass before getting on the bus. Now come on, you’re holding up the line.” Scowling, Sloane slipped off one of her backpack straps and rummaged in a pocket for the plastic Hello Kitty wallet she had just had to have the last time they’d gone to the 100 yen store.

“You’re making enemies this morning,’” you said quietly, handing your husband the coffee thermos. “She’s already annoyed that I walked down here. Said I’m treating her like a baby again.”

“I’m glad you did,” Jake chuckled. Taking the coffee, he gently peeled back the straps of the wrap you wore and peered down at the baby. “How’s my little one doin’ this morning?”

But your answer was interrupted by Sloane poking her father in the arm. “Here,” she snapped, holding the yellow laminated bus pass out to him. Jake glanced at it and nodded.

“Get in.”

“You better go, or everyone’ll be late,” you cautioned. Jake nodded and quickly pecked your lips before taking the coffee thermos.

“I’ll see you after work.”

“Don’t forget that it’s soccer and swim practice tonight. And we still need to get a birthday present for this weekend,” you said as the bus doors started to close. Jake nodded and winked, climbing those few steps as the bus pulled away from the curb.

Walking the aisle, Jake watched as you pressed a kiss to the baby’s head before turning and walking back up the hill to the house. Turning his attention back to the kids, he spotted Sloane sitting toward the middle of the bus with her best friend. She looked up when he neared, cheeks burning red when he grinned at her.

“Morning, Sloaney-baloney.”

“Daaaaad,” she hissed. “Stop.”

“What? Can’t say good morning?” The annoyed look she pinned him with was pure you and Jake couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine, fine. I’ll talk to you later, Sloane-girl.”

“He’s such a dork,” he heard as he continued down the aisle.

The childish taunt only made Jake chuckle. If his daughter thought he was a dork and comfortable enough to tell her friend within his earshot, he knew he was doing something right.

There were days he worried about turning into his parents, but when those voices got too loud, they were quickly drown out by his kids calling out for Daddy or the feeling of their soft breath on his skin as they crawled into bed with them, seeking him out to keep the nightmares away.

So yeah, Jake Seresin may forget to sign up for bus duty sometimes, but he knew he was a damn good father.

(Not sure if the officers have to do bus duty, but my dad sure did when we lived in Japan. He forgot to sign up once and they wouldn't let my little sister get on the bus after school - Mom was PISSED! Thankfully her office was close to the school so I walked us over there and got us a 'water' [read: Sprite] cup from the food court so she would stop crying and we just hung out until Mom left work. Dad never forgot to sign up for bus duty again)

#D-Day fic #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin

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humanpunchingbag1 · 4 months ago

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Some more sillies:

Evelyn : Something’s off.

Ariah : Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.

Evelyn : No, but that’s funny.

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Jax : Look, Ayuda, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

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P!Gangle: If God’s ever been mad at anything I’ve ever said, he hasn’t done shit about it................So he either doesn’t care or he’s a coward.

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Pomni: Ayuda won’t come out of their room!

Hoppy : Just tell them I said something.

Pomni: Like what?

Hoppy : Anything factually incorrect.

Pomni, shrugging: If you say so.

Ayuda, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

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Jax : Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is—

Evelyn : Cenotaph.

Jax : What?

Jax : It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph.

Jax : I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own.

Evelyn : There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing.

Jax : Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish.

Evelyn : So it's a temporary cenotaph.

Jax : And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity.

Evelyn : Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

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Pomni: In the past year you have managed to piss off the LAPD, ATF, CIA, FBI-

Jax : NBA.

Pomni: …?

Jax : Snuck into a Cliffords game.

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Jax , to Ayuda: Well, one of us has to be wrong and it’s not going to be me.

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Gangle: *venting endlessly to P!Jax about their week*

P!Jax, every once in a while: *in a monotone* Wow, that is so wild.

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Pomni: So, you lied to me?

P!Jax: That depends on how you define lying.

Pomni: Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?

P!Jax: Um, reclining your body in a horizontal position?

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P!Jax: When did you become a hero?

Whimsy : Um… the moment I saved you from getting killed.

P!Jax: You’re the last person on earth I wanted to rescue me.

Whimsy : Well… sucks to be you, don’t it.

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Malauna : Being gay isn't a choice. It's a game and I'm winning.

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Dollface : Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Rose meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

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*The squad is asked what they would do with 5 children with only 3 chairs.*

Ayuda: Get two more chairs!

Malauna : They can get their own chairs.

Ariah : Make them fight for it.

P!Jax: You only need one chair to beat them all with.

Pomni: I would never be near children.

Hoppy : Kill two.

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Hoppy : You have to apologize to Evelyn !

Ariah : Fine! Unfuck you, or whatever!

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Dollface : You’re giving me a sticker?

Evelyn : Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Dollface : I’m not a preschooler.

Evelyn : Fine, I’ll take it back-

Dollface : I earned this, back off!

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Rose : Happy Throwback Thursday! Here’s a throwback to when Evelyn ate an entire tube of lipstick.

Evelyn , whining: But why would it be cherry-flavored if you can’t eat it?!

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Evelyn : How does one turn their emotions off?

Alex: Okay, so first go to settings. I'm a fucking idiot, I thought that said emojis at first.

Evelyn: No, I'm still willing to try this, go ahead. I'm at settings, what do I do next?

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Gangle: Hey, how are you doing today?

P!Jax: Can we change the subject before I start crying?

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Jax : How the hell are you still alive?

Ayuda: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.

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Ayuda: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment?

Whimsy : They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

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Ariah : Hey, aren’t you P!Jax?

P!Jax: You a cop?

Ariah : No.

P!Jax: Then yes, I am.

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Pomni: Ariah , you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand.

Ariah : Why? I'm fine on the stand!

*flashback to Testimony #1*

Ariah : Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand.

Ariah , to the jury: MAN DID CRIME.

*flashback to Testimony #2*

Ariah : I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face?

Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: ...Crying?

*flashback to Testimony #3*

Ariah : And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers.

Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

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Whimsy : What’s up with Hoppy ? They’ve been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?

Jax : They're just a little overwhelmed.

Whimsy : Why?

Jax : Ayuda smiled at them.

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Alex: So, Ayuda is late today. Anyone wanna bet why? I say they slipped through the subway grate and is having terrible sex with the mole man.

Tux: I don't know about that...I think either their alarm clock didn't go off, or they're in line at the bank.

Evelyn : Take this more seriously! Ayuda was clearly taken in their sleep!

Malauna : I bet they tucked themselves into the bed too tightly and got stuck.

Whimsy : Maybe they fell into another dimension where they're more interesting...?

*Ayuda arrives*

Ayuda: Sorry I'm late - there was a problem at the bank.

Tux, clapping their hands in excitement: HOT DAMN!

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Ayuda: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

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Jax : Why is there blood everywhere?

Pomni: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife.

Jax : You stabbed someone?!

Pomni: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife.

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Evelyn : Guys, my friend here is bilingual.

P!Jax: Yes.

Evelyn : Which means they like both boys and girls.

P!Jax: Ye- wait, what-

Gangle: Evelyn , that's not what bilingual means-

Evelyn : Shhh, it's okay P!Jax. I still love you, man.

P!Jax & Gangle: ...

Evelyn : bUT NOT LIKE THAT-

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Pomni: If you could guess, how many brain cells do you have?

Ariah : Dorito’s cool ranch.

Pomni:

Pomni: I'm just gonna assume zero for now.

Ariah : I love that song.

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P!Jax: Wait- Your arresting me because I'm a homo?!

Whimsy : ...Homicide. You killed your whole family.

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Dollface : Go and tell Pomni why you insisted on putting a normal-sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots.

Evelyn :

Dollface : Do it, tell them what you told me earlier.

Evelyn , stuttering: I-it's because... th-they need adult supervision...

Pomni:

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Hoppy : Look guys, I need help.

Alex: Love help?

Jax : Financial help?

P!Jax: Emotional help?

Ariah : Help moving a body?

*Everybody looks at Ariah *

Ariah : What?

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Alex: Are you alright?

Evelyn : Short answer or long answer?

Alex: Short?

Evelyn : No.

Alex: Long?

Evelyn : Nooooooo.

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Pomni: HEY HEY HEY! DON’T TOUCH THOSE!

Whimsy , touching a figurine: Why? What’s wrong with touching a doll?

Pomni: THAT IS NOT A DOLL! This is a figurine, thank you very much.

P!Jax, from afar: IT’S JUST A STIFF DOLL!

Whimsy : FIGURINE MY ASS! IT’S JUST A STIFF DOLL— as P!Jax said!

Pomni: I hate all of you. That is a limited edition figurine I got from a conventio—

Whimsy : *Drops figurine on the ground*

Pomni: —n. It was $100; all my money just went down the fucking drain.

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Dollface : WHO ATE MY BREAD?! I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-

Ariah : I did?

Dollface : Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't eaten anything today Ariah .

Dollface : *walks away*

Ariah : They're gone, Mommy .

Hoppy , coming out the closet with bread stuffed in their mouth: Twankh uh!

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Ayuda: What are you two arguing about this time?

Dollface : They’re always using common phrases incorrectly!

Ariah : Cry me a table, Dollface .

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Jax : Even Gangle and I have been getting closer. The other day, they gave me half of their sandwich.

Gangle: I mistook them for a garbage can.

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Evelyn : I reserve the right to judge a movie based on when it was made, thank you very much.

Whimsy : You consider anything made before 2000 old and bad.

Evelyn : And I reserve that right! After all....

Evelyn : I bet you wouldn’t like the average movie made in 1879!

Whimsy : There were no movies made in 1879.

Evelyn : *slams table* WRONG! There was ONE movie made in 1879! The first movie! A zoopraxioscope of a horse galloping!

Alex: Oooh! Let’s go ask Rose if they saw it in theatres!

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Jax : So Ariah , how did your first time cooking dinner go?

Ariah : Pretty good if I do say so myself.

Jax : Oo! Okay, what are we having?

Ariah : Alright, so for appetizers, we have a potato.

Jax : A whole potato?

Ariah : Yes. And then for the main course, we have grilled cheese sandwiches!

Jax : These just look like big slabs of black.

Ariah : Because that's what they are! And then for desert, we have chocolate.

Jax : These are just chocolate chips?

Ariah : They sure are! And then for drinks, we have toast! *lifts up a glass of blended toast* Bon appetite!

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Whimsy : Why is P!Jax crying on the floor?

Evelyn : They took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes.

Whimsy : And?

Evelyn : They got Pomni.

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Alex: It's locked. You got a lock pick?

P!Jax: Yeah-

Pomni: *kicks in the door*

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Kidnapper: I have your partner.

Alex: What? I don't have a partner...

Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?

Alex: Oh my god, you have Dollface .

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Ayuda: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Hoppy: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Ayuda: ............... You mean ring bearER, right?

Hoppy: ...

Ayuda: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

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Ayuda: P!Jax, why are you crying?

Jax: This book is so sad!!

Ayuda, picking it up: But this is my diary-

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Ariah : That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Jax ?

Jax : No.

Ariah : I think I speak for Jax when I say it sounds really super.

( @justsomeonewow @ask-pomni-things @ask-jax-things @ask-jaxy-boy @theatreribbons )

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