#mira x jess

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new ships tag dump.

[storyofmychoices]

Lilah Jessica Rose (Crimes of Passion)

[Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose Masterlist]

What's in a Name? (That which we call a Rose, by any other word would smell as sweet.)

Lilah (lie-lah) has a few meanings depending on the culture and its origin. It can be a derivation of Delilah, Leila, and Lilith. Lilah means delicate, night, and night beauty (Hebrew and Arabic). It can also mean night monster (Hebrew). Lilah also means tulip (Persian).

Jessica (jess-ih-cah) means "God Beholds" or "she will see". Jessica was first used in Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice

Rose (rohz) means a flower, a rose

Nicknames: canon nicknames + Lala (when she was younger), Veronica (as in Mars, when she started playing detective in school)

DOB: August 27 (age 33) Zodiac: Virgo Personality: logical, hardworking, observant, reliable, loyal, kind hearted, stubborn, overly independent, sometimes hypercritical and nit-picky

Love Interest: Trystan Thorne

Hair: Medium to Dark Brown, generally down with waves Eye Color: Brown Alternative Hair/Eye Color: She often wears wigs and colored contacts if she has to go undercover.

Height: 5'7" (1.7m)

FC: Troian Bellisario

Hometown: New York, NY

Parents: James "Jimmy" Rose (father ✝), Mirabella "Mira" Rose (née Rossi) (mother)

Pets: Marple (boxer, dog)

Education: John Jay College of Criminal Justice: Bachelors in Criminal Justice and a minor in Criminology, summa cum laude ; NYPD Police Academy; Detective Training through the NYPD

Occupations:

Private Investigator (current)

Bartender at the Drunk Tank (current/as needed)

NYPD Homicide Unit (former)

Barista (to pay for college and her coffee addiction) (former, being a barista not the coffee addiction)

Fun Facts / Things to know

Lilah has always been observant and aware of her surroundings, even as a child she could recall details about places she'd been and people she'd met briefly.

Lilah is a coffee connoisseur. She has a deep appreciation for coffee and considers it an essential part of her daily routine. While she has her favorite roasts, bean type, and variety of order, when it comes down to it, she's not picky. Coffee is coffee and bad coffee is better than no coffee.

Lilah does not have a lot of dating experience. Once her father died, she closed herself off for a few years, and then turned her focus on the job. She takes great pride in her work and has never regretted her choice.

Lilah generally enjoys detective shows but she can't figure out if she likes the shows or just critiquing them and pointing out errors or ways the detective could have done something differently.

Lilah loves the show Psych. She thinks its outrageously ridiculous but that some how makes it even better. She doesn't even bother trying to critique it, she just went along for the ride. She does at time ask herself "how many hats are in the room?" or a similarly appropriate question to keep her mind sharp and actively observing her surroundings.

Lilah is allergic to fresh pineapple.

Lilah loves puzzles and mind teasers.

Art Gifts

Lilah Rose headshot by lilyoffandoms

Lilah Rose in bed by lilyoffandoms

Lilah at the beach by lilyoffandoms

Outfit Alternatives:

Lilah's dress for the Governor's ball (COP1)

Lilah's undercover socialite outfit (COP2)

Lilah's dress for dinner with the Thornes (COP2)

Lilah's coronation dress (COP2)

Asks + Other Things

Summer Character Challenge

Business Card

Favorite TV

Learn more about Lilah through different summer prompts

[original dossier post here]

[pinalamanca]

The Snakes and the Scorpion [Part two (2)]

A Lalo x Jesse x Nacho fic

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Jesse keeps his gaze on the man. Reaching for the corner of the blanket he’s laying on, the blonde pulls it over his lower half under the stare of the intruder. Still laying on the bed, he can’t quite get his pants back up at this angle. He just hopes that he can resolve this without a confrontation. It’s kind of hard to look formidable while you are half-naked. But then again, is Jesse scary the other half of the time, anyway?

“What the hell are you doing in here, man?” Jesse stammers, tucking the blanket around himself.

“I was looking for Nachito.” The stranger smiles, and then he steps closer. “But you’ll do.”

“Woah! Yo! Uh, I’m not decent.” The blonde holds his hands up then covers his erection again, unsure of what to expect from the man. “Look, uh. Give me like two minutes.”

The man with the mustache chuckles darkly, “Two minutes, huh?”

“Who…” Jesse crawls back on the bed, taking in the man as he moves towards him. “Nacho should be back soon, you can talk to him if you want.”

The stranger is wearing a purple shirt, the sleeves are rolled up to his biceps. On his right arm, is a tattoo of dark tribal swirls, like waves. Long legs. In what feels like the blink of Jesse’s eyes, the man is on top of him and his blanket corner. Like a cat pouncing on a tiny bird.

“Uh!” The wind is knocked out of him by the sheer weight and suddenness. Jesse tries, voice caught at the back of his throat. “He-“

“Don’t worry,” He purrs at him, eyes shining. The stranger winks, “I won’t tell. If you don’t.”

“Wait!” Jesse gulps and glances downward, his tone shaking.

The older man runs a finger underneath the blonde’s chin to push him to look up at him. He graciously gives Jesse room to ask his question.

“What, uh. What’s your name, man?” Jesse winces, his erection growing again underneath the fabric.

“Me?” He smiles again, seeming to think it over. “You can call me Lalo.”

The blonde squirms under his watch, hands at either side of him. The stranger, Lalo, has him pinned. What the hell was he gonna do? Jesse is panicking on the inside now and misses the question this Lalo poses him.

“Huh?”

Lalo laughs, mocking Jesse as he settles in on the bed for who knows how long. “Huh?”

“What did you say?” Jesse grits his teeth together, trying to blink away his flushing.

“I said.” Lalo begins with a wide smirk, “And you must be Pinkman.”

He pulls the blanket from Jesse’s grasp. And the blonde can’t help but gasp at the sudden rush of cool air.

A hand of Lalo’s finds its way onto Jesse’s chest, pinning him into the sheets.

Lalo reaches down to touch the tip of Jesse’s cock, fully erect already. He shouts almost gleefully, “¡Mira quién salió a jugar! Wow!”

“Ah!” Jesse freezes at his grasp, biting his lip. Daring not to move even an inch.

But Lalo doesn’t let go, he keeps going. The blonde reaches for his hand and is met with the other, holding his arms down in place above his head.

“Shh shh,” The man with the mustache glances at the clock, like it’s suddenly very interesting. “What time do we got?”

Lalo stops pumping, pushing his fingers around the base of Jesse. Like a vice.  

“Mm!” Jesse jerks and moans, his hips jumping uncontrollably at this.

The man above him gives him a side glance, enjoying this too much.

He had heard word about Nachito’s love affair and wanted to get a look at Pinkman for himself. And as luck would have it, Lalo was in the neighborhood following some dealings on the other side of the city. He had relieved Nacho hours ago and expected the man to be back at his apartment by now. Maybe he had other business? But with who? And then, for him to arrive at Nacho’s home, only to find this sweet little snack he has underneath him now. Lalo might admit he was a little jealous.

Nacho was a lucky man to have this to come home to.

“Well, then.” Lalo clicks his tongue at Jesse. “Two minutes, yes? That is what you said?”

“What the fuck,” Jesse breathes shallowly, gasping for air. “are you talking ‘bout?”

The clock on the dresser beside the bed ticks over to the next minute on the dial, 6:07 pm.

“Pinkman! Language.”

Lalo places his full hand into Jesse’s mouth, and nearly down his throat. This earns him a startled gasp and some gurgling on the blonde’s part.

With his other hand, Lalo reaches for his belt and pulls it out of its place around his waist. He wraps it around Pinkman’s hands against the bedframe. Immobilizing him.

“Your Mamacita,” He continues his taunting, his fingers slicking in Pinkman’s slobber. “she teach you to speak like that?”

When he thinks he’s ready, Lalo lets Jesse up for air.

“Ah!” He gasps, coughing and struggling under Lalo’s grasp. While the man repositions with his knees now on either side of Jesse’s legs, forearm still pressing him against the mattress.

“Hm? What else did your Mamita teach you, huh?” Lalo leans, down into the nape of Jesse’s neck.

Jesse can feel heat rise to his face at the mention of his mother, but all he can do now is whine.

He slides his free hand between Pinkman’s legs, now glassy with saliva. Wasting no time, he grasps Jesse’s still hard cock and begins pumping him. Jesse hangs on for dear life, falling forwards towards Lalo.

“You like that?” The man above him questions, “Si?”

“Ahn! Yeah, fuck!” Jesse exclaims, only for the movement to slow headed downwards towards the base again.

Jesse bucks his hips, trying to make Lalo keep it up, but the other man is having none of it.

“Si, yes! Si! Si!” The blonde pleads, tears filling up his eyelids.

The pace quickens again as soon as Jesse answers correctly, Lalo edging him.

“Good boy.” Lalo purrs, licking a line up Jesse’s jaw to his ear. “You learn quick, Pinkman.”

“Ah! AH! Ahn! AHN! UHH!” Jesse comes into the man’s hand, tears rolling down his cheeks. His whole body quivering and panting with effort.

Lalo looks over to the clock. 6:10. Hm, three minutes. Damn, he thinks.

He’s gotten rusty.

“So Pinkman, it looks to me like you didn’t make the time.” Lalo’s eyes glint in the low light.

Jesse has to fight hard to focus on him. His vision clouded in ecstasy.

“From the top.” Lalo grabs Jesse by the cock again, not very caring of how sensitive he is.

Pinkman can’t help but close his legs around the hand. Lalo spanks a part of Jesse’s ass from his angle.

“Ah ah!” Lalo tsks, then he adds calmly. “Not yet.”

Jesse can feel his heart pound in his chest, tears returning to his emerald pools.

“Wait. Wait.” Lalo leans back a bit on his knees, watching the clock tick to the new moment. 6:13 pm. “Okay… now!”

Lalo finds Jesse’s vibrating dildo in the nightstand after a few more minutes of this, having grown a tad bored with this step of the game.

“Mm,” Pinkman spasms. Lalo presses his hips until they are touching Jesse’s, pinning him against the sheets. Preventing Jesse from bucking against his right hand.

“Ah?” Lalo makes a face, open mouthed but Jesse hesitates to follow along. The man with the mustache swoons, “Come on, you’re going to love this. I’m doing it just for you.”

Jesse refuses, with a glare.

“Pinkman.” Lalo sighs, “Don’t be stubborn, pequeno mocoso.”

He smacks Jesse’s cheek lightly, with an open hand.

“Mm!” Jesse declines.

“Jesse. Jesse!” Lalo smiles at him, grinding against Jesse. The new pressure makes the blonde’s brain stutter, and he can’t help but rut up towards the man. “Can I call you that? You can’t say no, come on.”

The dildo is up by Jesse’s lips now, and he finally opens to Lalo, who’s ready with the object and pushes past his teeth, down his throat in one smooth movement. Jesse sips air through his nose, trying his best not to choke on the silicone dick.

“Muy bueno!” Lalo praises him, and the blonde can feel his own cock twitch with excitement.

 Lalo raises one of Jesse’s legs, gaining some access to the back. When it isn’t to his liking, he heaves the blonde onto a pillow. With his ass at a better angle.

Jesse makes a guttural groan; the wet sound of his mouth being fucked open wider filling the bedroom as he leans back.

Lalo strokes him from base to tip, down to the base and back. Almost painfully slow. All Jesse wants is release. A bubble of pre-cum the only relief he has at a time. Lalo stops for a moment, slipping a finger into Jesse, and the younger man responds quickly.

“Mm mm!” He squirms against his restraints, to no avail.

“Que lindo culito tienes.” Lalo laughs, running his teeth across Jesse’s chest and stopping on one of his nipples. He nibbles at it, playfully. “Let’s try that again, hm? Pinkman?”

The man pulls out the first finger to near the end, adding a second to the mix. He wiggles them around, feeling Jesse’s insides contract around him. Lalo hits the sweet spot and Jesse practically squeals. Gagging.

A few more fingers, and Jesse is ready.

When it seems that the older man is satisfied, he removes the dildo from Jesse’s throat. Adding a bit of lube to the wet sheen on it, Lalo lines it up against Jesse’s ass. The blonde gasps, closing his eyes at this new, familiar pressure. He attempts to relax, trying to breathe through his nose again but he’s still all teary.

Lalo slips the tip of the dildo into Jesse, burying the end deeper and deeper into his body. He works it around, to and fro.

“Oh!” Jesse moans, biting his cheek and tongue.

“Carino, let me hear you.” Lalo whispers, rubbing Jesse’s belly tenderly with his palm. “I want them to hear you, en el Cielo.”

“Fuck! Please!” Jesse begins but corrects himself. “Si! Yes! Oh!”

The man fucks Jesse like this for some time, listening to every lust-filled gasp. Every writhing syllable. The way that Pinkman’s voice goes high, mewing and squealing again when he hits him just right.

[madaqueue]

I AM MADE OF MEMORIES

hi i'm quinn :) currently a full-time student + part-time boyfailure

☉ aries ☾ virgo ↑ virgo + enfp

LIKES: cherry sprite, biting, cheap beer, blood + bruises + scratches, rooms at 65°F, post-irony, lust, energy drinks, boys kissing, tattoos, lemon candy, the smell of wet soil, angels + devils, catharsis

DISLIKES: sunscreen, artificial orange flavoring, tight rings, oatmeal, humidity, excessive guilt, turtlenecks, hot coffee, dust, when animals look sad, cold showers

LISTENING TO: 'cherry wine' x hozier

CURRENTLY WATCHING: dungeon meshi, my hero academia, bluelock, chainsaw man

PREVIOUSLY SEEN: windbreaker, frieren, jujutsu kaisen, death note, neon genesis evangelion

BOOKS: the song of achilles (madeline miller), paradise rot (jenny hval), a cure for suicide (jesse ball), everything here is beautiful (mira t. lee), history of wolves (emily fridlund), 1984 (george orwell)

FILMS: everything everywhere all at once (2022), spirited away (2001), lady bird (2017), little miss sunshine (2006), palm springs (2020), beautiful boy (2018)

SHOWS: fleabag, haunting of bly manor, ozark

[practically-an-x-man]

Additional X-Men OCs

Olivia Hart: Mira Hart's sister, younger by five years. She is a cisgender lesbian woman, a non-mutant, and middle-school level history teacher. Despite the tensions that rose between Mira and their parents once her mutation developed, she and Olivia remained close.

Anna Fischer: Rae McKinney's best friend. Born and raised in Germany, she was Rae's roommate in Berlin and they remained friends even after life threw a few wrenches in that plan. Anna is a caring friend with an outgoing, bubbly personality. She is a telepath with the gift of foresight.

Jessica "Jess" McKinney: Rae McKinney's older sister. She is a non-mutant, and lives in Lochcarron with her husband Harrison and son Andrew. She works as a nurse and is known as the most mature and rational of the three sisters. She is gentle and nurturing, though still maintains that characteristic zeal and spirit of the rest of the family.

Virginia "Ginny" McKinney: Rae McKinney's younger sister. She is also a non-mutant, and studies engineering at a university in Glasgow. She is similar to Rae in that she is fiesty, somewhat reckless, and spirited. She's a bit brisk, and doesn't enjoy long conversation, though she's very bright and academic when she finds the proper setting.

Malcolm and Catherine McKinney: Rae's parents. Malcolm's side of the family is native to Lochcarron and stems from a line of strong feral mutants. Catherine's side of the family is from Edinburgh and is largely non-mutant save for Catherine's mother, Ayla

Ayla Buchanan: Rae McKinney's maternal grandmother. She was very similar to Rae in her youth (spirited, daring, a risk-taker), and possessed the same ability to create energy shields. After her first marriage turned sour, she took a chance and moved to Lochcarron for a chance at safety. From there, she met her husband and built a family in Lochcarron. She passed away when Rae was roughly eight years old.

Frostbite/Ivan: the first mutant Warren battles during Friday Fight Night (within the context of the fic). Native to Siberia, he was kidnapped and sold to the fighting ring. He has the ability to survive and generate freezing temperatures, including exhaling plumes of frost and dropping his skin to frostbite-generating temperatures. He lost his fight, but was rescued before he could be killed and has since been off the grid.

Puppeteer: a notable enemy from one of Warren's Fight Nights. He is a mutant with the ability to control minds and compel people's actions, which generated quite a scare when he blackmailed Warren by using Rae as bait. Though he lost his original fight, he generated enough intrigue to be spared the execution, and became a repeat threat later in the story.

Alecia: a temporary ally and friend from one of Rae's and Warren's missions with the X-Men. She has the ability to see people's auras, with different colors symbolizing different core traits or stages of life. After breaking the X-Men's cover during a hidden mission, she chooses to help rather than ratting them out.

Clarity Mitchell: a young mutant with the ability to reverse physical trauma - though in reversing trauma, she also unintentionally wipes the person's memories. She is deafmute and uses ASL primarily to communicate. By using her ability in combination with Rae's mental shielding, they are able to restore Warren's wings to their natural feathered state without sacrificing his memory.

Cl��mentine: a young mutant recovered by Rae and Mystique on a mission to Normandy, France. She is an empath with the ability to sense and manipulate emotion, though she gives off an uncontrolled aura of magnifying emotion.

Jack: a friendly cameraman who assisted on an interview with Charles Xavier and a few of the other X-Men. Notably from the American South, and has a very outgoing and pleasant personality.

Alistair Harris: a snakelike mutant living in Lochcarron. He is 96, though appears no older than 70, and his skin is covered in russet-brown scales like a copperhead snake. He has sharp, venomous fangs and snakelike yellow eyes, though he has a short, stooped posture and wispy white hair. His personality is lighthearted and grandfatherly, and he acts as an honorary member of Rae's family. He runs a pie shop in Lochcarron.

Philip Olsen: Alistair's long-time life partner, a caribou mutant originally from Oslo, Norway. He is over 140 years old, and came to Lochcarron seeking safety after a lifetime of wandering. He is 6'4" and barrel-chested, with a large rack of antlers like a caribou. His skin is covered in a thin layer of brown-white fur, and his hands are somewhat hooflike. He is a painter by trade, and is soft-spoken and gentle in nature. It is implied that his past includes a mutant-fighting organization not unlike the one Warren was trapped in.

John Patton: a caretaker at the Worthington estate, who acted as more of a father figure to Warren than his actual father ever did. He is in his mid-sixties, though he dyes his hair black to appear younger. He is old-fashioned and chivalrous, though he has a paternal joking side around Warren.

Diane Worthington: Worthington Jr.'s second wife. She is in her mid-forties, and is friendly and chipper though not terribly sharp. At the time of the fic, she and Warren's father are coming up on a year of marriage.

Hazel Woodard: One of three triplets adopted as Madison's sisters. At the time of Smoke and Mirrors, she is thirteen. She is Black and wears her hair in a natural hairstyle. She has the ability to manipulate plant life. She is confident and protective, not unlike Madison, and often serves as the leader of her sisters.

Honesty Woodard: Another of the triplets. She, like Hazel, is thirteen at the time of Smoke and Mirrors, and also chooses to wear her hair in a natural style. She and Hazel look very similar, and it often comes down to their choice of clothing to distinguish them at a glance. She has the ability to sense when somebody is telling the truth, and later to compel them into honesty as well. She is quiet and observant, and often acts as a mediator rather than engaging in conflict herself.

Hope Woodard: The third and final of the triplets. She is thirteen at the time of Smoke and Mirrors. While she appears identical to her sisters in physical traits, she chooses to wear her hair in braids and is therefore easier to distinguish at a glance. She has the ability to heal someone by drawing the injury out of them and into another person, which works best when the injury can be spread across a large group of people. She is compassionate and empathetic though slightly naïve, and would do anything to find a peaceful solution to conflict.

Trevor Sly: the primary villain in Smoke and Mirrors. He has no corporeal form, and instead appears as a large cloud of thick greenish smoke. He takes various "hosts" to strengthen himself, though it ages and weakens them in a manner of months. Without a host, dispelling his smoke (such as with a strong gust of wind) would kill him. He is relentlessly driven and motivated, particularly when it comes to protecting his daughter, though this leads to him becoming cruel and not knowing where to draw the line.

Kimberly Sly: Trevor's daughter, roughly age thirteen. She is in the process of developing the same mutation as her father, and gradually loses her corporeal body as she instead becomes a bluish cloud of smoke. She refuses her father's plans to find her a host, though this doesn't stop him from trying. She is quiet and somewhat mournful, and regrets the carnage that has been caused supposedly on her behalf

Jonathan "Johnny" Douglas: Madison's older brother, two years older than her. He was on the football team and was a decent student outside it, and seemed to be on the fast-track to a bright future. His unfortunate death was what spurred Madison into running away.

Casey Crane: one of Johnny's football teammates in high school. He was crass and rude, and especially enjoyed making harassing comments towards Madison when he got the chance. One day he crossed the line, and it sparked the chain of events that led to Madison fleeing home.

Bravo: a wolfdog adopted by Madison in Smoke and Mirrors. He is one-half grey wolf, 25% husky, and 25% Bernese mountain dog. He is a very large animal, with mottled gray-brown fur, large triangular ears, a long and wolfish snout, and amber-brown eyes. He is very well trained, and primarily acts like an affectionate, spoiled house-dog - unless his "pack" is in danger, that is.

Yoda: a cat adopted by Robin Cassidy. He is a Cornish Rex with a black-and-white tuxedo coat. He is often aloof and shy around newcomers, as cats are, though affectionate towards Robin and Peter.

Six: a clone of Warren Worthington III, encountered when Robin Cassidy is captured by Trask's cloning organization. He appears physically identically to Warren, save for a much shorter haircut, though he showcases childlike wonderment and confusion at times. He has a blending of Warren's memories and some of his own, and sometimes experiences migraine-like "lapses" where he is painfully overtaken by Warren's memories. He is only a few months old, though artificially aged to adulthood.

Jay: a clone of Jean Grey, also encountered during Robin's capture. She is "fragmented", and cannot get a good grasp on her memories or telepathic abilities because of something that went wrong in the cloning process. She appears physically identical to Jean, though her hair is shaved down to a clinical buzz-cut. She is largely conflicted and sometimes shows genuine remorse and caring, though her need to follow authority gets the better of her.

Max: a clone of Peter Maximoff, encountered during Robin's capture. He appears completely physically identical to Peter, hair included, since he was intended to switch places as a means of infiltrating the X-Mansion. He was discovered as a few minor quirks were noticed by Robin, and the plan was halted. He is twitchy and restless, and devoutly follows Trask's orders, though he is not entirely badhearted.

Cindy Green: Robin's director at the operahouse. She is in her mid-fifties, and treats her operahouse and actors as her family. She is brisk and businesslike, a woman who has a very specific artistic vision and knows just how to achieve it, though she has a loyal and compassionate streak that comes through when Robin or another of her close-knit group of actors is in trouble.

[queerchoicesblog]

Bienvenue à Paris (RoE, Mira x Jess)

This fanfic was requested by @kennaxval for the @choicesseptemberchallenge hosted by @ramseyandrys ! Thank you so much for hosting this, darling!

In short, Mira finally decides to travel back to Paris with her girlfriend Jess and reminisced what the City of Love once was for her...and what it is now, with a new love by her side

Word Count: 1372

Perma Tag: @brightpinkpeppercorn @bhavf @melodyofgraves @abunchofbadchoices @silverhawkenzie @begging-for-kamilah @strangerofbraidwood @kamilahmykween @desiree-0816 @universallypizzataco @gayestchoices @embarrassingsmartphonegame 

Mira x Jess Tag: @jellymonster @noeschoices

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City of Love, City of Light...Paris has many names. To Mira, it was also a place filled with memories. She arrived there when she was barely twenty and had lived in Paris for a decade before she started traveling around the world again: London, Morocco, Tokyo, Montreal, San Francisco, Miami. But it all started in Paris...even if the French capital hardly felt like home. There she began her career as a chef in a cozy bistro in the suburbs and worked hard until she was appointed sous chef in a prestigious hotel in the city center only a few steps away from Place Vendôme. There she became Mira Banerji, a Michelin starred chef whose fame rapidly grew worldwide.

Paris was where her legend began and where she met Mark, a former colleague then-lover then the father of a little boy named Saru. They would meet after work and discuss the French nouvelle cuisine for hours sitting in a cafè. At the time she thought that was happiness looked like. Then, as she started receiving calls from top star restaurants offering jobs and her name became more and more popular, things changed fast, almost too fast.

But  -she realized all of a sudden years later- she didn't know Paris. She knew the streets and the boulevards, the best restaurants and hotels but...she had never truly lived there. She had never experienced the charm of the city that inspired so many writers and artists and made hopeless romantics daydream while walking down the street. She just walked the same street but never felt the city and its ever eternal magic.

Until now. Until...Jess.

Mira could have never thought to make her so happy by simply proposing her a trip to Paris. Jess gaped and immediately covered her mouth to refrain from squealing. She failed, obviously, and a funny cheerful squeak escaped her mouth. The gleam in her eyes and the look on her face was so endearing: she looked like someone who just won the lottery or a child whose parents just agreed on a trip to Disneyland

"For real?" Jess asked, clearly having a hard time processing her girlfriend's idea.

"Yes, why not? It's been a while since I last visited and I was thinking that you might like it too. Have you ever been to Paris?"

"Nope but I always wanted to! My roommate in college hung a poster with the Eiffel Tower in our dorm room and when I was planning my backpack trip to Europe I added it to my bucket list"

"What visiting Paris or walking up the Eiffel Tower?" Mira teased, amused by her enthusiasm.

"Both, d'uh!"

Jess was so excited about their vacation that spent half the flight to the French capital with her nose stuck in travel guides and magazines she bought right after they bought the plane tickets. Mira gently stroke her back and tried to reassure her that she knew the city, they wouldn't need travel guides but Jess just blinked at her, almost shocked that her girlfriend didn't get it, and protested:

"How could we know all the curious facts about Paris otherwise?"

She grabbed one of the books on her lap and started turning the pages to find what could prove her point.

"Like...like...did you know that Paris was once named Lutetia under the Roman Empire? Or that there is a hidden underground lake somewhere? ...Oh and this one! "There are at least three replicas of the Statue of Liberty in Paris. The most famous of them exists on an island in the middle of the Seine and looks towards her sister statue in New York."?

Jess looked expectantly at MIra who just smiled back affectionately and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"You're right, love. I should have known that you would make the best guide in the world"

As their eyes met, Jess beamed and cuddled up a bit closer, resuming her reading. ---------------------------------

Mira didn't have the heart to confess Jess, over enthusiastic Jess that actually she had never visited the Eiffel Tower. She was busy she hadn't had time and even when she had more free time, Mark would have never agreed to go there. For him, it was "just another tourist trap": why spending their free day in line with hordes of tourist to climb up that "graceless mix of iron and glass". The only exception for him was The Louvre because he was a huge fan of art exhibitions. It surprised her that it took her so many time to acknowledge what a fussy snob Mark was.

The thought made Mira smile to herself as she observed Jess leaning over the rail board and taking in the panoramic view over the City of Love with a huge smile on her face. She could tell she was leaving a dream or something like that.

"So how do you like Paris, babe?" she said walking up to her and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"It's...breathtaking. Just like out of a movie or a painting" Jess commented, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Then she turned towards Mira and added:

"But not as beautiful as you"

"Flatterer" Mira laughed.

"What? It may be cheesy but it's true!"

Mira smiled again: she had never smiled so much since she had allowed herself to lower her guard with the former Nomande waitress. Since she finally allowed herself to give love a chance, another chance. Life can be unpredictable, love is unpredictable and she could have never have guessed that the young woman who was now smiling so brightly and tenderly back at her would have rekindled her heart.

"Do you like it here?"

Jess' words brought her back to reality.

"I mean, you've been here a thousand times already when you lived in Paris but...do you like it here?" Jess expanded, looking a but shier than before.

Mira placed an arm around her waist and looked into the horizon.

"This time is different, I'm with you and I must say...I love it. The view..."

"It's so impossibly beautiful, right?" Jess happily agreed.

"And...being here with you. That's what makes it special to me. Tour Eiffel is just a monument, an amazing monument but...you are what makes unique. I wouldn't like to be anywhere else in the world right now" Mira added and her lips curled into the most affectionate smile as her eyes met Jess.

The former waitress was totally taken aback by that confession: sure, in private Mira wasn't new to tender gestures and words, but it never ceased to surprise her when the stern-looking chef, her favorite chef showed her soft side to her only

She just leaned closer and pulled her girlfriend into a tight embrace, burying her face in the crook of her neck.

"There's no other place on Earth I would like to be now, Mira."

They lingered into each other arms for a while as a gentle breeze played with their hair. When they parted, Jess flashed her an almost embarassed smile.

"Also I've...I've been meaning to thank you for agreeing to vist the Eiffel Tower. I know it's pretty touristy..."

"So what?" Mira smiled.

"I don't know, maybe it's not your thing..." Jess bit her lip and shrugged.

"Nonsense!" Mira laughed and kissed Jess cheek, a smile still lingereing on her lips. "I wouldn't have left Paris without us walking up the Tower!"

"You sure?"

Mira nodded and added:

"Tell you what? Why don't we take a picture together here? WIth Paris in the background?"

Jess mocked a shocked face, barely refraining a laugh.

"But it's super touristy!"

Mira smirked and turned towards a couple passing by, adressing them in impeccable French and handing them her phone. Then she gave Jess a smile, moving closer to pose together.

"You weren't joking!" Jess chuckled.

"Am I ever joking?" Mira raised her eyebrow.

They both laughed as they looked back to the camera.

"By the way can I just say that you're hot when you're speaking French?" Jess whispered into her hear as the kind strangers got ready to take the picture.

"You better save that for later 'cause I will be speaking French only from now on" Mira winked at her as the camera flashed.

[choicesseptemberchallenge]

Day 6: Vacation

Hi! I don’t know about y’all, but I could really use a vacation. Yes, I know school just started. However, today is Saturday, so cheers to that!

The Freshman Series

Honeymoon (Kaitlyn x MC) by @bhavf

Red Carpet Diaries 

Vacation (Hunt x OC) by @moodyvalentinestories

Iowa State Fair (Hunt x MC) by @theartoflovingthomashunt

The Royal Romance

Snowcation by @cordoniansgonewild

Cordonians Undercover by @the-soot-sprite

Teenage Vacation (Liam x MC) by @annekebbphotography

Rules of Engagement

Bienvenue à Paris (Mira x Jess) by @queerchoicesblog

Veil of Secrets

Unwanted by @anxious-arliah

[rosesnink]

WHERE IS MIRA?! I couldn't care less about Blake

[choicesjulychallenge]

Choices July Challenge

This masterlist was created for Day Twenty of the Choices July Challenge…

Day Twenty prompt: Commitment

A Courtesan of Rome

Commitment (Moodboard) created by @goldenxchoices

Bloodbound

Commitment (Lily x MC) written by @strangerofbraidwood

Rules of Engagement

The Graduation Gift (Mira x Jess) written by @queerchoicesblog

The Crown and the Flame

With you by my side (Kenna x Raydan) written by @thefirstcourtesan

The Royal Romance

Love is a Weakness that makes you Stronger (Olivia x MC) written by @thefirstcourtesan

[wannabeehughes]

i don't play roe since a month ago but party!twin and mira are #soulmates

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by @begging-for-kamilah

‘Confession: I think Mira is one of the most underrated LIs. The diamond scene with her and party sister (Jess) under the waterfall is mind blowing’

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

[rock-and-jems]

Jess x Mira Limo Scene 6/6 💎

[poppy-patel]

Jess x Mira Diamond Scene 2/?

[delphinusbae]

I didn’t remember I had these but LOOK AT HOW CUTE THEY ARE!

[gospelofme]

Clone Dads and the Weird/Creepy Things Their Kids Say.

Clone x female reader

It was late at night and Kix was driving back to his in-laws. You and kids were asleep, having tuckered themselves out at the lake. The road was quiet, his in-laws lived out in the middle of nowhere. Forest and farm fields on either side.

They passed an old, abandoned house and he glanced at the mirror and could see his youngest daughter, Louise (named after his mother-in-law), waving out the window.

“What are you waving at baby?”

“The clown that was in there.”

“......oh.” Kix made a mental note to never go down this road again.

————

Sipping his second cup of caf, Wolffe walked by the kitchen table, his 6 year old daughter Mira was hard at work on a drawing. He watched her coloring and looked at the drawing.

“Who’s that?” He asked.

“That’s me in my bed!” She replied, looking for another color.

“And who’s that?” He asked, pointing at a man she had drawn. Thinking maybe she’d say him.

“That’s the man that watches me while I sleep.” She said this in the most casual, unconcerned way ever.

“........who?” Wolffe frowned, trying to keep his voice unconcerned.

“He watches me from the closet. Sometimes he gets really close to my face, but I just tell him to go away and he disappears.”

“Uh huh.”

Wolffe scanned all the security footage of the house, focusing intently on the cameras in his girls rooms. He had Mira’s room, Jailyn’s room, and Fern’s room displayed on the screen. No one else came in, besides just him or his wife checking on them. And nothing was ever near the closet. None of the security alarms had been tripped either or he’d have known it immediately.

You walked through the door with groceries, spotting your husband with an Arsenal laid out on the table.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Wolffe said causally, cleaning his blaster rifle, night vision scope attachment on the table. He spent the night sitting on the foot of Mira’s bed, armored and helmeted, with a blaster rifle on his lap just in case.

————

Fives looked up from his datapad, glancing at his son as he played on the family room floor.

“Here, some for you and some for me.” His son said, divvying up blocks.

“Who are you playing with buddy?”

“My friend Tevyn.” Darr replied.

“Oh, cool.” Fives didn’t understand imaginary friends, but you had said they were normal.

Later that day, he was walking with Darr on the way home from getting ice cream.

“Bye Tevyn!” Darr said, waving to the air.

“Where is he going bud?” Fives asked.

“Home.” Darr replied, pointing to the cemetery.

Later that night, you and Fives sat in bed scrolling through your datapads.

“He probably was pointing next to the cemetery.” You said, trying to sound reasonable. You kept scrolling through the register of those buried in that particular cemetery.

“To what?!” Fives asked incredulously.

“Sssshhhh!” You shushed him.

“The other half of the cemetery?!” Fives whispered with the same incredulous tone.

————

Kix was enjoying a quiet evening with Wolffe, drinking beer and watching a bolo ball match. He looked over at his wife, you were gabbing away with Wolffe’s wife about some crazy police case.

Five of the kids were sitting around the kitchen table playing a game (Jenga). Kix’s newest daughter, Louise, was busy suckling at her mother’s breast.

“I’m glad the kids are getting along.” Kix said during a commercial break.

“Yeah, I was worried my girls would convince Kaia to gang up on Jesse.” Wolffe nodded.

“Oh there’s still time for that.” Kix shrugged.

“Why are celebrities so famous?” Kaia asked at the table. Fern suddenly slammed her hands on the table,

“BECAUSE THE ILLUMINATI!! THAT’S WHY!!” She declared. Kaia considered this and nodded.

“Yes, that makes sense.” She agreed.

Wolffe and Kix looked at each other, then at their wives who shrugged.

“We have no idea where she picked that up. I suspect it was Hardcase, but he has so far denied it.” Wolffe said, popping a snack in his mouth.

————

“So I heard your friend was in the hospital. Is he okay?” Jesse asked his son over dinner.

“Yeah, he had to have surgery.” The boy replied, poking at his carrots.

“Oh, why?” You asked, pausing from making a funny face to get your other son to eat his food.

“I think it’s because he swallowed chewing gum and it got stuck in his heart or something.” Your son replied.

“Um, honey I don’t think-“ you were about to reply when the baby suddenly spit his food out all over your face and lekku. Your husband and son bursted into laughter.

“What the?!” You muttered, looking at Jesse. The baby laughed while watching his father laugh.

“Sorry babe, I was trying to make faces at him to get him to open his mouth for you and...I guess he found it too funny.”

————

Rex walked by his sons room where they had been playing with dolls he had brought them from a deployment. They seemed to be discussing something but they were talking too quietly. He didn’t want to spy, so he shrugged and let them go about their playtime.

He walked passed again just in time to hear his 5 year old declare,

“The holonet is a liar!! Babies don’t come from there!! It’s when mommy and daddy are really happy! Not a bunch of worms eating a bouncy ball!!”

“What?” His 7 year old replied, sounding baffled.

Rex hurried back into the living room where you were relaxing with a glass of wine.

“Hey hon, um....I think Gregor saw more than we had thought...”

“Motherffu-“

“Mommy! Can you tell me where I came from!!” Gregor yelled as he marched into the room.

————

Cody didn’t have children yet. But he and his wife were discussing the possibility. They often babysat the kids of the other soldiers for practice. He would’ve thought they’d be apprehensive, but they all quickly took him up on the offer.

That made him a little uncomfortable, but he was up to the challenge. One evening he had offered to watch Wolffe’s girls while he and his wife went out on a date. It was rare that Wolffe asked him to watch his kids, but Cody had passed the rigorous questionnaire and interview. He felt like he had leveled up then.

“We’ll be back at 11pm, make sure they’re in bed by 8pm please.” You said as Wolffe ushered you out the door, giving your rear a playful slap.

“Thanks again Cody.” Wolffe said, smiling. But his eyes held that deep threat that said, I’ll skin you alive and wear you as a robe if anything happens to my babies. Cody believed it too.

His wife arrived a little while later to help after she got off work.

“Wow!! Your eyes are so pretty!!” Mira said, grabbing your face.

“Oh! Haha, thank you.” You replied, not used to having a small child staring so intently into your eyes.

“I want to wear them on my charm bracelet.” She whispered. You tried to make the smile on your face not look freaked out.

“Oh, heh heh...well, um...thanks?” You replied.

“You’re welcome!” Mira said happily, bounding away to go play with her sisters.

You and Cody shared a look.

“Maybe it’s because Wolffe has a cybernetic eye?” You offered. Cody didn’t reply.

Later, after the girls were fed, you watched Cody play a video game with them. The dancing program tracked their movements, requiring that they perform dance moves well enough to earn points. You giggled as they all tried to mess each other up. Cody was better with kids than he thought, you realized.

Eventually the girls were tucked into bed and asleep, you and your husband relaxed on the sofa and waited for Wolffe and his wife to come home.

“I want kids more now!” You said, giving Cody a kiss.

“Oh? Want to practice making them later?” Cody asked. You giggled.

“Only if you shake your butt like you did earlier!”

————

Rex walked into the house, removing his helmet with a sigh. He could hear the kids playing and giggling down the hall in the family room. He placed the helmet on a table by the entrance to the family room.

“Daddy’s home!!” You announced, standing up and falling dramatically into your husbands arms.

“Oh honey, it’s been so tiring all day. I’ve been promoted to Queen so I’ve had to Knight all the toys.” You said regally. Rex laughing.

“And behead some!!” Orvin said, you nodded.

“Oh, well can I kiss the Queen?”

“Ooooohhh, you may!” You replied, accepting a kiss from your armored Knight.

“Ewww, mom move so I can hug dad!” Orvin said, squeezing between you two. Rex picked up his oldest son easily, but still acted like it was a challenge.

“Oh!! Gregor, come tell Daddy what you have on your face!” You called, suppressing a giggle. Rex gave you a confused look as his youngest son came running up. He had his fingers held under his chin, dangling and wiggling them. Rex picked up Gregor as well, one kid on each hip.

“What’s that supposed to be?” He asked with an amused smile.

“A beard of testicles!!!!”

“A beard...of....of what?”

“Testicles daddy!!!” Gregor wiggled his fingers more noticeably. He heard you snort with laughter. It clicked.

“Tentacles kiddo! Tentacles!!” Rex clarified.

“Yeah!!! Testicles!!!” Gregor repeated.

“Well, we’ll work on that pronunciation.”

Tag list

@simping-for-fives @jgvfhl @carlycrays @nelba

@leias-left-hair-bun @baby-queen-zen @halzore

@porgnugget @escapedthesarlacc

[lessgooo]

Guess who just kissed Mira while eating gelato? This girl 😏😁