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wings-of-sapphire · 3 months

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ANNY ANNY OHMIGOSH

LIVE CHAPTER 16 REACTION

GO CHECK OUT @annymation’s “KINGDOM OF WISHES” REWRITE

(Spoiler warning for Wish and ig some Hazbin Hotel and The Owl House too since I reference them)

(Regular warning bc MATE THIS IS LONG AS FUCK)

(Oh also swear warning)

That gif of Magnifico in the beginning looks way too adorable to be a psychopath

SCREAMS YES instead of “ow my chest has heartburn” I NEED THE GUT-WRENCHING SCREAMS

LIKE VAGGIE HAVING HER WINGS RIPPED OFF SCREAMS

UGH he’s evil but he loves his wife

WAIT IS HE GONNA BRAINWASH HER INTO BEING A PRINCESS

DRAWING YES IS IT GONNA BE THE MAGIC CARPET

Oh bubbles that works too (also irony)

Imma trust that Valentino made it in a bubble too bc YOU ARE NOT killing off the animal sidekick okay I would rather Magmaya win than Val be killed

YES BABY IS OKAY

Man Dahlia you gonna leave your mother behind?

”ANOTHER PERSON I LOVE” YES GIVE US THAT CONFESSION ASHA

Disney Channel

It’s giving Onward

OOH or Frozen yk Elsa and the staircase scene

NOOO ASTER BABY

“Love of his life” DAM YOU ANNY WHY MAKE OUR BOY SUFFER

Amaya is channeling her inner Gothel rn

Ooh I love Lydia the Bard!

ARGH THEY’RE EVIL BUT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

Mysterious language? Star dialect?

”Last star I see tonight” ANNY

AHAKSJAKS THIS IN A MINOR KEY

ASTER BABY THE SCREAMS

Oh so they’re becoming Stars interesting

CALLING HER A WITCH OUTRIGHT

Dam Eris was one of my first fictional crushes (bisexual ass) so now I’m wondering if Amaya should be one too

”Hate but also love” it’s giving “Out For Love” by Carmilla

But Magmaya is out for love too… SHEJWJSKJS COUPLE GOALS IF THEY WEREN’T MENTALLY DERANGED

SINGING AT THE SAME TIME >>>>>

THE TROPE EVER

LIKE A MADRIGAL BUT SAME VIBES

Noooo Aster

Hey orchestra of stars above where the heck are you

Aster I love you but they have no humanity left

HE’S DYING ASHA GIVE HIM THE TRUE LOVE’S KISS

YOU BOTH CONFESSED MAKE IT BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Yikes Amaya you’re usually the brains now you’re choosing to spare her?

Ig since you’re in love it would be torture for you but cmon girl

FUCKING “I LOVE YOU” NO WHERE’S THE FUCKING MAGIC OF TRUE LOVE WHY IS HE NOT REVIVING

AGSJAJSKSJS IT’S GIVING LUZ NOCEDA

Oop gotta add a ToH spoiler warning now too ig

Brb

Okay back YK THE LIGHT ORB SHE FADES INTO

AND WE GOT ASHA PARALLEL TO AMITY HOLDING HER SOULMATE’S SOUL GLOW THING

AHSJAJSKS HAVE ASHA GO EDA/ KING FERAL

SHE FUCKING CONFESSED BACK ANNY MAKE THEM ALIVE AGAIN

Omfg battle outfit (AND MORE! THAN! JUST! SPARKLES!)

Omg yeah the dress fits so well with the star-chest thing

SHE HAS PUPILS idk why I was so hyped about that

IT’S GIVING “You’ll Be in My Heart”

VAL BABY

Wait next chapter? This seems like the conclusion Anny I’m scared

Omigosh these two royal idiots in love

I I bet they’re giggling and holding hands while destroying precious memories of their citizens

”Feels something changing” eh? Sorry it’s just canon!Wish didn’t give us much but the novelization is very AshaxDahlia heavy

YES SIMON HELPS THAT WOULD’VE MADE HIS MOVIE COUNTERPART BETTER

HE STANDS UP AND SINGS AND PROVES HE’S WILLING TO GO AGAINST MAGGIE

THE YOUNG GENERATION IS SINGING IT, BREAKING THE CYCLE OF VIOLENCE

Although Asha has her Sabino… maybe ghosts/ spirits of her loved ones? I always imagined the scene “A Wish Worth Keeping” would have her family’s spirits (in blue) smiling and cheering her on… sparkly ofc

YES this scene in the movie was my favorite bc it FELT DRAMATIC

I said before “Knowing What I Know Now” was my fav but Anny I changed my mind “Wish (Reprise)” is my favorite

YES TAKE BACK YOUR KINGDOM FROM THE STRAIGHT WHITE FOLK (Amaya is Greek… what is Magnus? I’m assuming white too)

SWORD YES make it Prince Phillip’s

Gotta admit that falling wish scene in the movie was gorgeous, reminded me of Wall-E

Wait omigosh Asha looks so pretty in that photo where did you get that

*stares at it for hours bc she looks gorgeous*

Referenced as a wand now!

Smiling as she falls bc she knows HER BAE WILL CATCH HER

HOW are they not dead. The gays only have the power of plot armor

So it was nighttime okay

AW HE CARES FOR HER

Yep definitely giving Belos

NOW I WANT TO SEE A KOWxTOH CROSSOVER

Told you idiots you shouldn’t have spared her. Pride really does come before the fall

Seriously Gothel wasn’t a pussy she stabbed Flynn why didn’t you stab Asha (sorry bby just wondering how they’re so stupid)

THAT’S what you’re worried about man

HE WANTS TO KEEP AMAYA SAFE IN HIS ARMS AND PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS

Lol I’m just imagining a giant whoosh of power and light and Amagnus squeezes their eyes shut waiting for a painful death and then they just. Sneeze. Itchy magic glitter poof

Is this a reference to a past Disney movie? They’re really going the PJO route huh

DAM ANNY THAT’S HARSH

Uh. Wow. Okay Aster I guess they did kill you

Yay we have the citizens standing up!

Wait you make your wish at 18 was this women pregnant really early orrrr

Later? Oh goodness I’m worried for the next chapter

Uh Starsha is being a bit sadistic and Amaya is sobbing for her love…

MAGGIE TURN AND COMFORT YOUR WIFE

Oh btw is Magnus part Spanish? “Mi vida” since Amaya is Greek…

NO NO DANCE PARTY I DON’T TRUST YOU YET

Someone get Gabo some therapy mate

NO WHAT

ASTER WHAT

NO THE STARS WILL COME DOWN AND LEGO BATMAN HIS ASS

VIOLIN-STAR TELL THEM THAT THEY FOUND LOVE AND THEREFORE THEY WILL STAY

WHY DID HE SAY IT SO SOFT AND MATURE WHERE IS MY GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY

DID HE HEAR ASHA TELL THEM SHE LOVED THEM? DOES SHE HAVE TO DO IT TO MAKE HIM STAY?

”Love is all they needed” Amaya you’re clever but this was all sort of your fault witch

FUCK YOU MAGNUS COMFORT YOUR WIFE OFH WAIT TOO LATE

Tbh I would’ve agreed with Gabo had they injured Val in some way

YEAH THEY DESERVE IT BUT THEY GOT THE PERCY JACKSON HEPHAESTUS CHAIR TREATMENT

Discord DID turn to stone too… how about they turn to stone and THEN get pushed off a cliff

OKAY that was long but it was good

Uh I’m scared for the next chapter? We get Amable’s backstory so do they escape? Will Asha become the FG? Will Aster get LEGO Batman-d by the school marching band of Stars? Is their magic the North Star magic? SO MANY QUESTIONS

Overall though great job Anny! This has been an amazing journey and I can’t wait for the final chapter!

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bratshaws · 5 months

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through the hourglass 315. brb x oc

a/n: gotta admit...kinda liking how this is going(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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He wanted to confront Mark,someway,somehow, but fuck he couldn’t. Cyclone was aware of his suspicions,which was good, but he was still in here. And now that he heard that Miranda is messing with Bea back in San Diego was…distressing.

Rooster exhales as he rubs his forehead, reading and rereading the reports trying to find anything out of place.Anything that could connect Mark to the breach.

His fingers traced over the details in the reports, eyes scanning the words and numbers for any anomaly. As a seasoned pilot,Rooster had an instinct for patterns and irregularities. He could figure something out.

The suspicions about Mark's involvement in the breach weighed heavily on Rooster's mind. The breach wasn't just a security threat; it was a breach of trust within the squadron. Rooster felt a profound sense of responsibility to his fellow pilots and the integrity of the unit.

If Mark was indeed involved, Rooster was determined to uncover the truth.

Cyclone had been briefed on Rooster's concerns. He understood the gravity of the situation and provided unwavering support,given that he finds proof. Rooster chose to keep the ‘suspect’s name quiet for now. Yet, even with Cyclone's backing, Rooster couldn't shake off the frustration, unable to confront Mark face to face.

The distant sounds of jets taking off and landing on the carrier deck filtered through the walls, his gaze flickered to the small window, where he could catch glimpses of the open sea stretching to the horizon.

As Rooster continued to pore over the reports, a message notification flashed on his screen. It was a secure communication from Cyclone.

Hangman(08:08)

Rooster, anything in the reports?

Rooster sighed and typed out his response.

Rooster(08:08)

Nothing concrete yet. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Anything on your end?

Hangman(08:12)

Not much. I've been helping Bob in digging into some of the communication logs, but it's all encrypted and heavily monitored. They're covering their tracks well.

Rooster leaned back in his chair, frustration evident in his expression,groaning softly.

Rooster(08:15)

We need something substantial, Jake. Concrete evidence that ties Mark to the breach. I can't just go on suspicions; it needs to be airtight.

Hangman(08:18)

I know, Rooster.You know the saying in Texas?

Rooster(08:19)

No,what is it?

Hangman(08:20)

"When you're in a hole, stop digging."

Rooster(08:22)

Well, we’re knee-deep in this hole, Jake. Gotta keep digging until we strike gold.

Hangman(08:25)

Did you talk to the others yet?

Rooster(08:28)

Not yet. I’ll check on them later.

Hangman(08:31)

Well,let me know if you find anything substantial. I’ll be in touch if anything happens.

Rooster nodded to himself, about to keep on his reply when he heard a knock on the door. He knew those knocks, “Come in.”

McAllister’s head popped in and he glanced at the reports scattered across Rooster's desk. "Any breakthrough, sir?"

Rooster sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Not yet. It's like someone covered his tracks too well. We need something concrete, something undeniable."

"I understand your frustration, sir. I-I tried getting more info from the other recruits and um,well they are saying the same thing."

Rooster rubbed his temples, feeling the onset of a headache punching his skull. "You watch movies that deal with this shit and they manage to figure it out in hours." he mutters and the young recruit just stands there,hands behind his back, “Besides your talks, anything else?”

The young recruit hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Um, sir, there's something... peculiar. I overheard some of the mechanics talking in the hangar. They mentioned that Mark's jet had some unscheduled maintenance recently. It wasn't logged in the usual records, and they seemed pretty hush-hush about it."

Rooster's eyes narrowed, a spark of interest igniting in the midst of his frustration. "Unscheduled maintenance? That's not something you keep under wraps. Especially with a Vice-Admiral on board…”

McAllister shifted uncomfortably. "Exactly, sir. It seemed... off. Like they were trying to fix something without drawing attention."

Rooster leaned forward, his hands clenching into fists on the desk. "Who worked on the jet do you know?”

“W-Well,it was Faraday who commented it–”

“Faraday?...bring him over.”

McAllister nodded, "Y-Yes, sir. I'll fetch Faraday right away."

As the young recruit hurried out of the room, Rooster's mind raced with possibilities. The mention of unscheduled maintenance on Mark's jet was a potential lead, a crack in the meticulously constructed facade. If there was something to be found, it might lie within the details of that maintenance.

Doesn’t take too long for the door to open again and Faraday enter the room with a cautious expression, glancing between Rooster and the scattered reports on the desk. "You wanted to see me, sir?"

Rooster nodded, gesturing for Faraday to take a seat. "At ease, Faraday. I heard you had a conversation in the hangar about Mark's jet. Care to share what you know?"

Faraday shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly hesitant to divulge information. "Well, sir, it's just... there was some talk among the mechanics about Mark's jet having some unscheduled maintenance. But you know how it is, sir, rumors and all that."

Rooster leaned forward, his gaze piercing through Faraday. "I need more than just rumors, Faraday. Was there anything specific mentioned during this... conversation in the hangar?"

“Uhhh…” the younger pilot scratches his head, “I’m tryin’ to think sir…”

“Take your time,I’m in no hurry.”

Faraday took a deep breath, racking his brain for details. "Well, sir, they did mention that the maintenance was unusual. Like, not the regular checks and fixes. They were talking about something being off, but nobody had concrete details."

"Anything specific about what was off? Any details on what they were fixing?"

Faraday hesitated once more, pursing his lips. "They didn't say exactly what, sir. Just that it was something they hadn't encountered before. And, well, they were keeping it on the down-low, not logging it in the usual records."

Rooster leaned back in his chair, contemplating the information. "Unusual maintenance, not in the records. That's worth looking into. Who specifically worked on Mark's jet?"

Faraday took a moment before responding. "Well, sir, it was mostly Chief Petty Officer Daniels overseeing the maintenance. He's been handling the jets for quite some time, and he's good at what he does."

Rooster nodded, absorbing the details. "Chief Daniels. Alright, Faraday. Thank you for sharing. You're dismissed."

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

Faraday blinks at him, “...it’s kinda crazy what’s been happening…”

Rooster sighed, a heavy weight on his shoulders. "Yeah, it is. These are the times when you realize the Navy life comes with its…uh…own set of challenges beyond the missions and drills."

Faraday nodded, furrowing his brows a bit. "I signed up for flying jets, not getting caught up in all this drama."

Rooster chuckled, a brief moment of levity in the midst of the tension. "Well, Faraday, life has a funny way of throwing you curveballs. But don't worry, we'll get through this. Now, get back to your duties. If anything else comes up, let me know."

Faraday saluted, giving him a small smile. "Yes, sir. I'll keep my ears open."

As Faraday left the room, Rooster's mind began to churn with possibilities. The mention of Chief Daniels overseeing the unusual maintenance raised questions. Why would they keep it off the records? What was being hidden? Rooster knew he needed to tread carefully; a misstep could jeopardize the entire investigation.

He pulled out his phone and sent a message to Hangman:

Rooster(09:05)

Chief Daniels oversaw the unscheduled maintenance on Mark's jet. Not in the records. Something fishy. Need to approach this carefully.

Hangman(09:08)

Understood. Keep me posted.

Rooster leaned back in his chair, his mind working through the puzzle. If there was a connection between Mark's jet and the breach, this could be the breakthrough they needed. But he also knew that navigating the intricacies of Navy protocol and hierarchy required finesse.

A lot of it.

Honestly he was kinda glad Mav wasn’t here, he’d hate this.

Rooster decided to pay a visit to Chief Daniels. He needed to gather more information, understand the details of the maintenance, and assess if Daniels was willingly involved or just a pawn in a larger game.

Leaving his office, Rooster headed towards the hangar, the familiar sounds of jets and machinery filling the air. As he approached, he spotted Chief Daniels working on one of the aircraft, back to him. Rooster approached, waiting for a moment when Daniels wasn't engrossed in his work.

Finally, as Daniels took a step back to survey his work, Rooster seized the opportunity. "Chief Daniels."

The Chief looked up, a mix of surprise and respect in his eyes. "Lt Bradshaw, sir. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Rooster gestured towards a more secluded area, away from the prying eyes and ears. "Can we have a word, Chief?"

Chief Daniels followed Rooster to a quieter corner of the hangar, away from the hustle and bustle. The air was filled with the scent of aviation fuel,and Rooster wasted no time getting to the point. "Chief, I've been informed about some unscheduled maintenance on Mark's jet. Can you shed some light on that?"

"Lt Bradshaw, sir, I assure you, it was routine maintenance. Nothing to be concerned about."

Rooster maintained a steady gaze. "Routine maintenance doesn't get kept off the records, Chief. And it doesn't raise eyebrows among the mechanics. So, I need the truth."

Chief Daniels sighed, a subtle bead of sweat forming on his forehead. He glanced around, ensuring no one was within earshot before speaking in a hushed tone. "Look, Lt Bradshaw, sir, there are things that aren't always in the manuals, you know? Unofficial procedures to keep the birds in top shape."

Rooster crossed his arms, his expression serious. "I understand the need for unofficial procedures, Chief. But this is different. The maintenance you oversaw is directly connected to an ongoing investigation. I need to know what was done and why it wasn't documented properly."

Chief Daniels shifted uncomfortably, choosing his words carefully. "Sir, I'm just following orders. Mark personally asked me to take care of a few modifications. He said it was hush-hush, confidential stuff. I was just doing my job."

"Modifications? What kind of modifications? And why the secrecy?"

The Chief hesitated, a conflict evident in his eyes. "I...I can't go into details, sir. All I know is that it had to do with the jet's systems, some upgrades. Mark said it was a matter of national security, and he didn't want any paperwork or digital trails leading back to it."

Motherfucker.

Rooster's mind raced, connecting the dots. "National security? Chief, we need transparency in the squadron. Keeping things off the records compromises the chain of command and the integrity of our operations. You understand that, right?"

Chief Daniels nodded, wringing his hands together. "I do, sir. But when a superior officer gives you a direct order, you follow it. I didn't question Mark's intentions; I trusted his judgment. And now, with all this investigation business, it feels like I've been caught in the crossfire."

Rooster sighed, recognizing the predicament Chief Daniels found himself in. "I get it, Chief. But… I need your full cooperation in this investigation. If Mark's actions compromised the squadron or the Navy, we need to know. I need to know"

"I'll cooperate, sir. I didn't sign up for this mess, but I won't let it tarnish my commitment to the Navy."

"Good," Rooster said. "We'll work through this together. Now, what can you tell me about those modifications?"

Chief Daniels took a deep breath, glancing around once more to ensure their conversation remained private. He leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. "The modifications were focused on the jet's communication systems and data transmission. Mark wanted to enhance the encryption and secure channels for transmitting sensitive information during missions. He said it was a precautionary measure given the nature of some upcoming assignments."

Rooster's eyes narrowed, the weight of the situation sinking in. "Upcoming assignments? What was Mark preparing for?"

Chief Daniels hesitated, his gaze shifting as if debating how much information to disclose. "I wasn't given specific details, sir. Just that the squadron might be involved in operations requiring top-tier security measures. Mark mentioned something about intelligence gathering and covert missions."

“When did Mark first asked you to do that?”

“Uhhh…around the time you all found that wreckage sir.”

Mother.

FUCKER!

Rooster inhales his anger, a quirk of an unamused smile on his face “I see.” he clears his throat, “Anything else you think I should know?”

Chief Daniels shifted uncomfortably, choosing his words carefully, scratching the back of his neck. "That's all I know, sir. I followed Mark's orders, and the modifications were completed a few days ago. As far as I'm concerned, it was all in the line of duty. I didn't question it further."

Rooster nodded, absorbing the information. "Thank you for being honest, Chief. I'll need you to provide a detailed report on the modifications and anything else Mark instructed you to do. Got it?"

"I'll do that, sir. Whatever it takes to clear my name and ensure the squadron's reputation stays intact."

“Good.” he looked over at the horizon, the skies turning black.

A storm was coming.

In more ways than none.

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prettybbychim · 2 months

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im reading up on some weapon ascension materials as one does

and this one from liyue stood out to me

ya boi goes on another unplanned tangent

sweet we talking about adeptal arts

sweet we going deeper into the adeptal arts. can’t say i ever knew the names of these things. taking notes brb

humans said: gotta go my own way. math checks out

hm okay metaphors for—

wait

“a certain someone”

my immediate assumption is zhongli, right? u know mr rex lapis himself with an infallible memory. the man the myth the legend, mr morax sir

so ur telling me

mr man saw the creation of the world

i know he’s old but like Goddamn putting it into context like that Hell

i’m taking this to mean the creation of teyvat as we know it. the human realm. not the light realm aka the elemental realm aka the vishap realm

there’s a story somewhere in one of the books about the solar chariot that fell from the sky and created the chasm. i saw a theory one time about zhongli being a piece of that chariot. but the story itself phrases it as something like “when rex lapis was still young, the solar chariot fell” so i kinda shrugged that one off But technically he would still be young if he was apart of the chariot lmao

pretty sure the legend goes that the chariot was so saddened by the archon war that it plummeted so zhongli could have already been warring and shit. but we also know that the archon war was not a short period by any means. he happened to be a victor but that does not mean he had to have been there from the start

just dunno how that lines up with the creation of the chasm and the move of its people to chenyu vale and all that jazz

timelines are hard man

there’s also the theory that rex lapis is the sun god, which i personally buy into honestly lol

istg there was some book somewhere that alluded to zhongli having spent time in celestia prior to descending to teyvat. i could totally be making that shit up tho lol

anyway we know that fucker knows some shit. and he’s bound by a contract so he cannot divulge any information. whether it’s the contract w the tsaritsa or celestia itself idk i can’t remember if that was said somewhere

but it just puts things into perspective if he witnessed the creation of the human realm. all that shit about the descenders and the phanes and the shades and the divine nails and the moon sisters

man knows it all. probably. and can recall it like it just happened a minute ago. 6000+ years later

the idea that he’s the second descender is also one that has me intrigued. whether it’s true or not, the possibility is fun to play around with

writing this fic in zhongli’s pov is a challenge for sure lol my brain is wired to latch onto any information regarding him and how it could fit into the narrative. we know so much about him but also so little and the possibilities for him are endless

it’s a challenge but goddamn is it fun

#zhongli #genshin speculation #kinda #this is a ramble #a stream of consciousness #nothing profound here lol

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anaislovesboobies · 10 months

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𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵~ (𝓙𝓲𝓵𝓲𝔁) 🔞

Jisung was at the peak of boredom, they had busy schedules starting tomorrow so Chan made everyone go to sleep early.

And he made a very clear announcement for everyone to stay in their own rooms while at the hotel and no sneaking around.

Well that's just Jisung's luck, he had plans on staying with Felix for the night but now he has to figure out how that's gonna work.

He hadn't talked to him since earlier and he didn't see him before going to his hotel room so, why not bother him?

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𝓛𝓲𝔁𝓲𝓮❤️

Hey, you awake?

Yea, is everything alright?

Yes, everything's fine, I just wanted to know if you were up🙂.

Oh, well I'm here if you wanna talk, I have nothing else to do.

Okayyy! I'm gonna check and make sure I got everything I need for this week, brb.

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He stared at the messages on his screen, seeing Felix was typing something but then he stopped.

So, to pass time he actually went through his bag, making sure he had everything he needed for throughout the week, when he spotted something specific in there.

His face flushed at the explicit red clothing, it was something he promised to wear for Felix whenever they got alone time again but he doesn't really remember packing it.

After staring at the clothes for a while he decided to put it on, and after taking a good look at himself; he thought he was way too good looking not to show Felix.

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𝓛𝓲𝔁𝓲𝓮❤️

Is it okay if I come see you?

You don't have to ask, feel free to come take away my boredom :)

You sure??

Of course I'm sure, being around you is my favorite thing🥰

So cringy🙄

Yea, but you like it, anyways hurry up and bring your butt down here!!

Mkay, I gotta get past Chan first.

Don't take too long, I wanna be able to be with you all night ;)

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Those words made his curiosity rise and he knew something was up because Felix hardly ever sends cringy messages.

He put a robe on over his clothes, grabbed his phone and headed down the hall.

And as expected, Chan was circling the hallway, looking like he was about to fall over from sleepiness.

"Sung, what are you doing out here?" Chan questioned. "I was gonna take a walk before going to sleep... and speaking of sleep; it seems like you need some" Jisung said.

"Yea, I do.. I've been out here all night" Chan said, yawning soon after. "Can you make sure no one sneaks around? I'm going to bed" Chan says before heading towards his room without getting Jisung's response.

Poor Chan, if only he knew Jisung was about to do just that. He made his way to Felix's room and came in to the sight of him on his phone and only in sweatpants, obviously with no underwear on.

If he could drop down on his knees and thank god for giving him someone as fine as Felix he would.

"Sung! You're here!" Felix said, jumping off the bed and dashing over to hug him. "Yes, I'm finally here" Jisung said, giving Felix's cheek a small kiss.

He walked them over to the bed and Felix showered him with kisses and a tight embrace.

"Lix, I can't breathe!" Jisung exaggerated, lightly tapping Felix's head. "Sorry, you just look so adorable" Felix said, letting him go and sitting up.

"Adorable"... yea, sure.

Something was a bit off about Felix, his ears and face were a little red, he looked tired and he was super clingy.

"Felix, why's your face red? Have you been drinking?" Jisung questioned him. And he already knew the answer once Felix started laughing.

"The bottle service here is good, I only had a few drinks nothing enough to get me more than tipsy" Felix said.

"Oh, why'd you drink by yourself, I would've joined you" Jisung pouted, and Felix kissed his forehead as an apology.

Jisung sat up and looked at his boyfriend, long blonde hair really suits him.. at least that's what he thought for the few moments he was examining him.

Felix was too quiet... a little too quiet for Jisung's liking and he probably figured it's because he was a little tipsy so, he just made the first move.

He sat in Felix's lap, staring at his lips and then back up to him again as if he was waiting for him to do something, Felix noticed this and smiled.

"What? You wanna kiss?" Felix teasingly asked, rubbing his thumb over Jisung's bottom lip; earning a slow head nod from him.

Felix leaned forward and connected their lips, dominating the kiss as always, feeling Jisung struggle to keep up.

Jisung felt helpless and small in that moment, Felix's mouth always did things to him that he couldn't explain.

Felix trailed his kisses down Jisung's jaw and then down to his favorite spot, and Jisung wasted no time giving him access.

He gasped at the feeling of Felix sucking hickeys into his skin, it drove him insane to the point where he didn't even realize his own subtle movements.

Slowly rocking his hips, causing friction between them and pulling a deep sigh out of Felix.

He didn't want to but he pulled back for a moment, earning a desperate and confused look from Felix.

"Baby... don't pull away from me yet, I don't wanna stop" Felix said in the most breathiest and desperate tone Jisung's ever heard.

He wasn't sure if he could get any more turned on than he already was but Felix somehow made that possible.

He basically forced Jisung closer and attacked his sweet spot again but even rougher this time, ripping a loud whine from him.

"Mh, Felix- holdon~" Jisung struggled to say as Felix continued for a few more seconds. Once he finally stopped Jisung had to take a quick breather.

His robe tie was becoming loose, hence the reason he pulled back the first time. He glared down and then back up to Felix, who was staring at him in anticipation and curiosity.

He slowly began to undo the tie and remove his robe, all while keeping eye contact but it broke once Felix looked down to get a better look at him.

Felix was speechless for a couple of moments. "Did you come wearing this so that you could seduce me?" Felix then asked.

"I actually wore it so that you could seduce me" Jisung said playfully, but it was obvious from Felix's flushed and tipsy face that he wasn't in a playful mood.

"Would you be upset if I ripped this off of you?" Felix asked as he fiddled with the strings and looked up at him with sleepy eyes, causing Jisung to cover the blush on his face.

"Felix, this was expensive and you said you liked this one" Jisung said with a small frown.

Felix put a mischievous smile on his face and leaned closer to Jisung's ear.

"I'll buy you another one- I'll buy you all the lingerie you want..." Felix said, slurring his words a bit.

"Really?" Jisung asked. "Mhm really, and then I get to fuck you in the dressing room after you tried them all on" Felix said low into his ear.

Jisung felt his stomach tighten at his words, something about his deep slurred tone made him feral.

"Mm, your face is red, were you thinking about it?" Felix asked, and after he noticed Jisung rubbing his thighs together he knew the answer.

Jisung simply took the strings out of Felix's hand and pulled it until the tie became loose.

They might've been in the mood but he definitely wasn't about to let Felix rip the lingerie even if he was getting more.

Once the top piece was undone, Felix wasted no time sucking love marks into his chest, purposely skipping over his nipples just so Jisung could whine desperately in annoyance.

"Lix, stop it... touch them too~" Jisung whined. Felix smirked and ignored his words, continuing to nip at his skin.

Earning a desperate noise and look from Jisung as he tried his best to make Felix come in contact with it.

Felix's hand made their way to the strings that kept the bottom piece together and slowly pulled it until he was able to slide it off halfway.

He connected their lips for some moments and then trailed his kisses right back to his chest.

Finally deciding to come in contact with what Jisung wanted him to touch the most (at the moment).

"We gotta keep it down, we don't wanna wake anyone up do we?" Felix said as he stuck two fingers into Jisung's mouth.

Jisung shook his head at his words, and proceeded to suck on Felix's fingers, moaning slightly against them and watching his face become more red.

After some time, Felix pulled them out of his mouth and Jisung stared at him in confusion.

Felix pressed him up closer and his hands slowly made their way behind Jisung, staring back at him, whispering a quiet "shhh" as he pressed his fingers in.

Jisung let out a small whine and hid his face in the side of Felix's neck to try and muffle his sounds. Trying to push himself back on them to gain more satisfaction.

But it wasn't enough, he wanted more and he didn't wanna be picky because Felix loves to tease him and he probably would've done just that.

It wasn't better than the real thing but it was starting to make him feel just as good... maybe too good.

"Felix-" Jisung sighed. "Mhmm, yeah?" he answered, pushing his fingers in more. "Take them out.. I'll finish too soon" Jisung whined.

"Ohhh really?" Felix mocked as he took them out for a slight moment only to push them back in.

Jisung had to bite back a loud moan when Felix sped up, and whispered to him how good he was doing in that same deep slurred tone.

All he could do was bite his lip and try to convince him. "Lix~ I don't wanna cum like this, I want you" Jisung protested.

"This is me, isn't it?" Felix mocked him once again, placing a small kiss on his neck.

"I'm close.... I'm close~" Jisung whined low into Felix's ear, receiving a groan from him as he slid his fingers out.

Jisung whined in disappointment. "You okay?" Felix asked, kissing his cheek in comfort since he just ruined his orgasm.

Jisung nodded, "Felix, I want the real thing...please?" He asked, giving him that innocent look that Felix loved so much.

"Don't do this to me, don't look at me like that.. Jisung, I'm already losing it" Felix said, starting to slide down his sweatpants halfway.

"Let's lose our minds together" Jisung said as he leaned in to kiss Felix passionately, feeling Felix's hands lift him up and slide him down on his member.

He broke the kiss with a choked moaned, pulling back only to see Felix looking at him with lustful eyes.

"Don't stare l-like that" Jisung whined out, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

"Now you know how I feel" Felix sighed, a deep groan sliding past his lips.

Jisung whimpered in response, the pace getting faster, the tight feeling in his stomach growing closer only after a short period of time.

Felix knew him all too well, he knew exactly when he was close and how to get him over the edge within minutes.

Hearing him try his hardest to suppress his cries, knowing the fact that he wanted to cry out loud so bad, Felix found it so cute.

Of course he'd take advantage of it. Finally giving his nipples some attention again, causing Jisung to squirm in his lap.

"Felix, I'm close again~" Jisung moaned quietly, well at least he tried to moan quietly.

"Sung you're so cute, becoming such a pretty mess for me, so so pretty" Felix praised as he placed his grip on Jisung's waist and forced his body to move faster, soon attaching his mouth back to his nipple.

Jisung's pleasurable whines filled Felix's hotel room, and every whine motivated Felix to continuously drive Jisung crazy.

But he knew it would have to come to a brief stop because Jisung was doing his hiccuped moans he does whenever he's seconds away from finishing.

"Mhm, come on, you're almost there..." Felix encouraged while looking up at him with that face he knew would push Jisung over the edge.

And that was all it took, Jisung let out a loud cry as he finally had his release, spilling over on both of them.

"Awe, look at that" Felix teased, pecking a few kisses at his lips as Jisung's face burned red from embarrassment.

Seeing how exhausted Jisung looked and how the tipsy feeling still sat in his body; he suggested that they stop and clean themselves.

"No, I want you to finish too, I promise I can handle it" Jisung protested, he would feel terrible if he was the only one who went to sleep satisfied, so if he had to put up with a bit of overstimulation just for Felix; he'd do it.

"You can't take your words back" Felix said, just for reassurance. "I won't.. I promise" Jisung repeated.

Felix smiled and pressed his lips against Jisung's as he slowly started back up again.

Jisung moaned in between the kiss, feeling the pleasure and sensitivity set in already.

Felix was already pretty close from the last round and he didn't wanna cause Jisung too much over sensitivity.

He pulled back from the kiss and carefully pushed his hips up to meet Jisung's.

He couldn't tell if it was because he was tipsy or because he was focused on making sure Jisung felt okay but right now everything was feeling so good.

Him and Jisung moved in unison, going back and forth between sharing sloppy kisses and giving each other hickeys.

Felix could feel himself reaching closer and closer to finishing and Jisung's moans helping him get there faster.

Once his moans got louder and he started to hide his face on the side of Felix's neck, he knew Jisung was just as close as he was.

Felix sped up as he let out deep filthy moans into Jisung's ear, trying to chase his release and push Jisung to his release as well.

All Jisung could do was repeat how close he was as Felix continued hit against the spot that drove him crazy, and it all became too much for him; coming to his second orgasm.

The sight of it alone was enough for Felix to reach his orgasm as well, a series of curse words escaped from his mouth as he finally finished, pushing himself into Jisung a few more times before stopping.

They sat there for a few moments, trying to catch their breaths and come down from their highs.

"Are you alright? Did I go too far?" Felix asked as soon as he calmed down enough to speak.

"Yes, I'm okay and no, you didn't go too far, if anything I should be asking you if you're okay" Jisung said.

"And why is that?" Felix questioned. "Because you weren't completely sober when we did all of this" he answered.

"Oh, that? I'm fine it's not like I was drunk or anything so don't worry about it too much, how about we get cleaned up?" Felix insisted.

"Yes, let's definitely do that... but y'know Chan is gonna kill us right?" Jisung said.

"Yup, but we'll focus on that in the morning, let's hurry up so we'll still have time to sleep" Felix said and Jisung nodded in agreement.

* They got scolded by Chan that morning before starting their schedule :) *

(The end). 2665 words

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I had no idea how to end the story so I'm just gonna leave it at that 🙂 also it’s kinda trash because it’s my first time writing again in months and I’m tryna gain my confidence back 🤔 anyways sorry it’s so long😭

#skz stay #skz smut #jilix #skz felix #skz jisung #kpop

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cutesharkstudios · 4 months

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Owl House Group Chat Ch. 1

Room Created: Hexsquad

(Hexsquad) 9:03am Luz has entered Amity has entered

Luz: Hola Batata!

Amity: Hey sweet potato!

Luz: Like the new group chat? This, God willing, will make sure we're all on the same page with new events.

Amity: It's wonderful, Luz. Side note, what did you think of my gift for your kingcenera?

Luz: OMT Ams, I LOVED it. Ever since Mildred Featherwile ended the Azura franchise because the publishers thought it "didn't fit the brand", I lost touch with my reading. So to see fans made a spiritual sucessor was really great, and I loved the book so much I read it thrice.

Amity: Wasn't your party yesterday? And the book 700 pages?

Luz: I really liked it, thanks.

Amity: Welcome. So, who else is coming on?

Luz: Basically all our close friends, but not all at once. I say we give it some time.

Luz: Gotta go, mama needs my help at the vet. BRB!

Luz has left the chat

Amity: Well it's saturday, so I'll just wait for the others.

10:16 am Hunter has entered Vee has entered

Hunter: So this is a group chat. Nice.

Vee: So what's up Hunter?

Hunter: Things are going good with me and Willow, Darius is in a MUCH better mood now that he's dating Alador, and Eberwolf is teaching me beastkeeping magic, which I am having a ton of fun with.

Vee: Awesome!

Amity: Hey Hunter! Hey Vee! How's it feel to be official Nocedas now?

Vee: SO GREAT! Camilla has been awesome, and even gave me great dating advice for Masha.

Hunter: She even helped me become a better sewing. Now I can make cute dresses for palismen too. I sold 10 yesterday for a remote buyer, and the money will help out massively in the future.

Amity: 150 snails well spent.

Vee: So, Gus is finishing up his lecture, so he should be here soon.

Gus has entered

Hunter: Or right now.

Gus: Sorry for the wait, student raised some really interesting questions.

Amity: So, where is Willow? This sounds like her kind of thing.

Hunter: Flyer derby practice. I heard she's making up for a ton of the reserve team being sick. Pray for them.

Amity: We will.

Vee: So Hunter, I hear a lot about Darius, but how's Eberwolf?

Eberwolf has entered

Eberwolf: I'm doing lovely, thank you Vee.

Amity: MR. EBERWOLF!?!?!?!?!?!?

Gus: How'd you get on here?

Eberwolf: Hunter gave me access. Before anyone asks yes, he did ask Luz if it was okay, so I thought I'd tell you about Luz and how she's doing in my class.

Amity: How is she doing?

Eberwolf: Well, I can tell her mom is a vet. She is doing SPLENDID in my class. You can see the look in her eyes when she hugs a griffon. Side note, she mentioned you were good with cats, so I have a question.

Amity: shoot.

Eberwolf: Why did she nickname our Liger after you? I heard she said it was because it's power and beauty reminded her of you, and wondered why it did.

Amity: 0/////0

Vee: Aw!

Hunter: That's my sister.

Hunter: Man, that feels good to type.

Luz has entered

Luz: Hey guys, glad you could make it.

Amity: Hey Luz, check out Eberwolf's text about you.

Gus: Oh this is gonna be fun

Vee: Popcorn? [image of popcorn]

Luz: I thought it would be sweet. Is it?

Amity: It is. Side note, before I go and help my dad with his project, I ask that you meet me in my manor at 8. I have a suprise for you.

Amity has left the chat

Luz: ok…………

Luz has left the chat

Eberwolf: Oh my.

Vee: Go to horny jail.

(At the Blight Manor)

Luz: (Enters) Hello? Amity?

Amity: (Practically singing) Luz, come here.

Luz then sees a finger beconing here further in the manor

Luz then walks into the room, and sees something that made her gasp in shock…..

….. a room full of otter plushies

Amity: They were on sale.

HAPPY LATE 4TH ANIVERSSARY OWL HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#amity blight #luz noceda #willow park #hunter toh #the owl house #gus porter #the owl house eberwolf #vee noceda #luz x amity #fanfic #lumity #toh

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1:56 AM

(I started writing this at the above time, this is future me at 3:30 putting a break so that it does not flood your timeline :3)

Damn, I am a creative person lol I like to write! I like to fucking sing and shit! And sometimes i do lil doodles and shit You don't have to do something crazy to call yourself creative :3 Just make something! Sometimes I think my shit is shitty But sometimes you gotta take a step back and just look at what you did And its like "Wow, I made that" It's crazy :) OH FUCK MUSIC TOO!! Man I love music, I love listening to shit, its fun Oooh, I should start tagging stuff lol, like what if someone else want to reblog something [looks off in distance, sitting at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean glimmer, sunset setting the sky a beautiful orange hue, reflected too upon the sea] Lol what if Mallek wants to fucking rant about dumb shit on my blog :O Whoa, what would Mercer look at (⊙_⊙)？ Or maybe a fucking sideblog, i've talked about that before ( *︾▽︾) Oughhh, im listening to Swank (off of brb) and there was this really soft synth in the background, that was really nice (I checked, it starts at 1:33) The Lavender Promenade? The Violet Fugue? I'll think of some more later, but i like the second one so far Ahh~, piroulines, the greatest snack ever made.... Man, sometimes it's hard to say stuff. I'll see people talking, but their in the middle of an already going convo, and its like, " Damn, maybe ill just wait a sec" and then u never do. Sometimes you respond to it verbally, but just don't message. Sometimes I just can't get the right expression through text (They might as well be dead (ROR2)) Im gonna put the music i'm listening as i write this down Aww man, we're all just a bunch of goobers ain't we. Some goofy fuckin goobers..... I'll look at Mallek, and sometimes I think that's the guy i couldn't be and then I'll look at Chixie, and that's the girl i don't know if i can be and the other two are something different (The King of Onsen (Rivals of Aether)) It's like, they both deal with people, in their own ways obviously (Take my breath (The Weeknd)) Marvus is very showy, as is for him, but damn can he talk to someone, and y'know, sometimes i can too. But he's good at it, and he's good at helping people And Mercer isn't! haha lol He's more worried about us, so obviously, more reserved But he could do the same i believe. Rougher maybe, more annoyed, but will get us away. I guess think of it like a bomb, Marvus would de-arm it, like talking down someone, while Mercer would run, cuz it doesn't know how to fucking defuse a bomb Oh man, funny analogy time I guess it's like... me mal and chix are like the lil sibling playing a game right, and ur on a hard level So you get ur big sib, in this case Mar and Mer, to help you beat the stage :) (I took another hit of cart, its 2:39 at this part of my writing)

#Aurora Rambles

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 1 year

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Annie, i know there's an abundance of jake and ronnie au's.

However

...ronnie mermaid au?

yeah there is an abundance....but i am a whore for an au so....

...

ooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO mermaid ronnie?????

There are so many options. We could go with a historical au type situation. BUT I've already got a pirate au in the works.

So my initial thought is nearly like a little mermaid type deal (also mixed with George of the jungle/tarzan??), but set in the modern day

Jake is still a pilot, deployed on an aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean

he goes out on a test flight and gets shot down, or there's a malfunction and he has to eject

and mermaid ronnie has been following the carrier for a few days even though she's been told to leave the surface alone

she's fascinated, by surface culture, but also by the giant birds that keep coming off the ship that fly in the sky.

so when one crashes into the ocean and she goes to investigate but finds a MAN inside - she saves him

takes him to an island and leaves him on the shore

and she's like "ya know....he's pretty for a human"

but she's gotta get home, so she leaves him there

but jake wakes up just in time to see her dive back into the water and he thinks he's going nuts

his comms are broken and he can't get in touch with the carrier, so he's stranded. he knows the carrier will find him eventually. but he has to wonder how he washed up on the island when he swears he landed in the middle of the ocean.

uh ronnie keeps coming back to check on him, falling in love with him from afar, throws fish at him cause she can see he's hungry, and eventually jake catches her

i feel like this has to be one of those situations where if she walks on land she gets legs

and she continues to come and see him from the ocean and he teaches her about human things and he also falls a little In Love

idk something something jake gets rescued but the rescuers are like "great! two survivors!" and they snatch up ronnie too before she can dive back into the water

then some shenanigans of ronnie not understanding human culture ensue before they realize she's dying or something from being away from the water for so long

then it turns out her dad is the king of the sea and as thanks for jake taking care of his little girl he grants ronnie the ability to stay on land for extended period of time and live

and they live happily ever after the end

brb im a little obsessed honestly

#annie answers #anon ask #oc: ronnie bradshaw #fic: come over here and overwhelm me #fd: top gun #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake seresin x ronnie bradshaw #mermaid au

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the-hilda-librarians-wife · 8 months

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For every action, a reaction - Chapter 1 - Inertia

Pairing: Raven Scientist (Victoria Van Gale/The Raven Leader)

Summary: Taking a step back from our poetry nerds, this instalment focuses on academic research projects, less than legal shenanigans, and most importantly, two coworkers who are smart enough to be geniuses in their respective areas but apparently not enough to confess.

Over the span of two decades.

Seriously.

Somebody has to do something. Before all their students lose their minds.

Updates weekly.

Notes: Hey, you guys! Welcome to another part in the Carpe Diem series. This one diverges a bit from the previous content (as you may have guessed from the lack of latin motto title), but it was still planned alongside the other fics in the verse and was intended to be part of the story all along. I'd strongly reccomend reading the previous instalments in the verse before getting to this, however, in case sketchbook is not your jam, I guess I should just say that this is an University AU and release you into the wild. Hope you have fun, because I sure had a blast writing it!

You hear those cries for help? Yeah, I currently have @waddles-ex-machina locked in my basement. Only gonna let her out if I hear you all guys saying 'thank you, waddles'. Takes a real trooper to proof read this thing, let me tell you. Brb gotta go check if she's doing well inside the lil cage (which is to say, once more, thank you so much, waddles. you're a true angel <3)

Read it on ao3: (Carpe Diem verse) (This chapter)

When Victoria first came to the University of Trolberg, she was full of energy and eager to prove herself. The university had accepted her for their doctorate program, during which she’d also be an assistant professor to the Weather Sciences undergrads, and she couldn’t wait to spread the knowledge she’d acquired (and to get even more in the process).

The project she was working on wasn't exactly revolutionary; she’d get there, eventually, there was still time. But it was something that made her heart beat faster, so she was sure she’d end up doing a better job than all those stuffy professors who walked around like the world had done them a disservice by existing. Victoria was excited by the knowledge and the possibilities, and she was sure that that was the right path.

Before the school year even began, she found herself treading through the campus grounds, holding in her hands a device she’d helped build. Her current research was on the effect aerosols had on the weather, so she’d decided that measuring the concentrations of those particles in the area she’d be studying for the next couple of years would be helpful.

One thing she hadn’t taken into consideration, however, was the fact that for her being focused meant losing any notion of time. And space. And reality. And, well, anything that would be useful to her in an unfamiliar, open field. But that was just life, wasn’t it?

She’d been in the middle of gently hitting her device, since its panel had started showing readings that were most certainly not true, when an all too familiar rumble filled the air. Victoria should have realised this was coming, it was her job, goddamnit, but she’d been too immersed in walking around with her measuring machine and writing its readings down to notice the things that really mattered: the static in the atmosphere, the humidity, the clouds closing in and blocking the sunlight.

The price for her misstep came in the form of heavy drops of cold water. Knowing that rain was only the first step, and that soon lightning would likely follow, Victoria began running away as fast as she could. At some point during her walking, she’d entered a forest that she assumed was where the Biology people did their field work, and among the trees she had remained. If she wanted to survive much longer, though, she would have to change that immediately.

Victoria barely felt the weight of her backpack as she jumped over fallen tree branches and dodged puddles of mud. What was truly bothering her were her clothes; the feeling of wet clothes sticking to her skin drove her insane, making her wonder how wise it was to stop running and take them all off. In the end she decided that risking death by lightning or by pneumonia wasn’t worth it, but spent her entire marathon cursing the water that dripped from her clothes and down her legs, soaking her socks inside her galoches. As soon as she was safe, she promised herself she’d fling them far, far away.

Strands of black hair stuck to her forehead, but she didn’t have the time to stop and tie them back, even if they drove her as insane as her clothes. She needed to get out of there, if lightning began and hit one of the trees near her, she was a dead woman.

Or at least a really angry and hurt one.

When finally the limit of the forest came into sight, Victoria almost laughed in victory; she only didn’t do so because she realised that what came next was an open field, and if any rays decided to fall in the general vicinity, she’d certainly be taken for target. There really was no way to win.

Breathing heavily, she stopped running when she reached the border of the forest. Water and wind clouded her vision and made her eyes sting, and with the part of her brain that hadn’t been overcome by adrenaline and sent into survival mode she thought that it would have been much smarter of her to have turned back the way she came when the rain started, instead of running further into the unknown. But there was no turning back now.

There was a scream in the distance.

With the gale ricocheting all around her, it was a wonder she even heard it, and a miracle she didn’t assume that it was coming from inside her own mind. But another second of attention made her recognize the scream for what it was.

An offer of help.

“Over here!” The voice shouted. “A few more metres! There’s shelter!”

Fuck it. Victoria thought. I’m gonna die anyway, it might as well be in the hands of a stranger in the woods. I hope they make a true crime podcast about me.

So she ran. And when she was close enough that the curtain of falling water didn’t stop her from seeing it, a small cottage showed itself to her with all the grandiosity of an oasis in the desert.

Almost as soon as she was on the porch, a towel was put over her shoulders. She was told to take off her boots and go inside the house, where the person who had shouted after her, a woman with a kind smile and short brown hair made her sit in front of the fire to warm herself.

She was safe. That same woman would later on give her a warm change of clothes and a mug of tea, and tell her she’d only been able to see her because of the light coming from her device, which had not resisted the run through the open field. That would lead them to talk about Victoria’s project, which would in return spark a conversation about the woman’s job, and lead them to the realisation that they worked for the same university now, and would be kind of like coworkers once classes began.

And that was the first time Victoria met Birgitta Bloom.

………

The first time the Earth Sciences department organised a joint lecture and invited both of them to be in it, it had seemed like a happy coincidence. It had still been early on in the semester, but the head of the department had found it best to offer that presentation as soon as possible; conclusions about climate change became more worrying by the second, after all. At that point, they had already become friendly acquaintances, waving and smiling at each other whenever they crossed paths in a corridor and following each other on facebook, however little they both used it.

It was by doing so, in fact, that Victoria had found out that the cottage she’d met Birgitta in was her own, and part of the land she and a couple of other sponsors had bought in order to keep it for conservation. It was a budding project, but a noble one in Victoria’s opinion, and the only thing that surprised her about it was that apparently during her foray she’d left the campus’ grounds without even noticing. She only hoped there hadn’t been any fences she’d jumped over, because otherwise she’d really need to worry about her lack of attention to her surroundings.

Excited about having been invited to take part in something like that, Victoria had found Birgitta in her office and invited her over for coffee at her apartment, so that they could plan their lesson properly.

That was a normal thing that coworkers did on a strictly professional scope, right?

Not having had a car, or any loved ones living in Trolberg when she moved there for her doctorate, Victoria hadn’t seen the point in renting a place in town. Instead, she lived in an apartment complex that was just outside of campus, like most students who were there to continue their education after their masters degree.

They took the ten minute walk there together, shooting ideas for the lecture at each other. She kept worrying she’d run out of things to say, and then the silence between them would be awkward, but it hadn’t been the case. It seemed like the more they talked, the more they had to discuss with each other.

Her apartment wasn’t at all impressive, especially not now that she hadn’t even bothered to finish taking all of her possessions out of their cardboard boxes and into their new designated places. Victoria had figured she’d spend most of her time in the campus, so she had only rented a one bedroom with a living room and a small kitchen. Knowing her working habits, she might as well have rented a bedroom on its own, but Helper needed a bit more space to lounge around.

In the end, it was him who first caught Birgitta’s attention when they arrived. They had been talking about how it would be good to open their lecture giving the audience an update on recent studies and findings and then move on to a discussion, when Victoria opened the front door and they were put face to face with a scruffy orange cat, licking its own side.

“Oh, how adorable!” Birgitta squealed at the first sight of it, making him startle and look up at her. “Is it yours?”

Victoria closed the door behind them and blinked as her coworker crouched down to let her cat sniff her hand.

“Well, it is my house. Would be a little awkward if he wasn’t, really.”

“What’s his name?” The cat already was pressing his head against her hand, earning a gentle caress to his pale fur. Old age was beginning to come for the poor dear.

“Helper.” She stood by her side in the middle of her living room, watching as her cat, who barely ever let anyone other than her come close, purred in delight with Birgitta’s attention.

“Oh, and does he help you with anything?”

“He knocks my stuff over, so there’s that.”

Birgitta’s chuckle was melodic and gentle, which was fortunate. If her laughter was the loud type that sounded like something breaking, Victoria would probably still try to get it out of her, but she wouldn’t enjoy her success as much.

This sound, however? She could hear that for the rest of her life with no complaints. And little did she know at that time, but that was precisely what she would have to do.

…......

Fifteen years later

“You’re distracted today, professor.” The girl said, sipping at her coffee while looking at her with curious eyes. “More than usual, at least. Did anything happen?”

With a weary sigh, Victoria let her spine slide down the back of the bench they were sitting at, making her posture look more like a shrimp’s than that person’s. It was a cold winter morning; Christmas break was only a couple of weeks away, and Victoria was eagerly looking forward to it. Not for Christmas in itself, but to get an escape from the nightmare circus that was her life in that University. She hugged her knee length white coat, which looked almost like a cold weather version of the lab coat she was always in, tighter around herself as if that could protect her from that student’s penetrating stare.

“Don’t worry about me, kid. I’m fine.”

The lift of her brows was enough to tell Victoria that she didn’t believe her for a moment.

“Listen, you don’t have to tell me.” She said, toying with a ring on her finger with one hand and holding her paper cup with the other, fingers stiff due to the cold. “But you’ve seen me vulnerable and you’ve helped. I just want you to know you can trust me to do the same.”

It was hard to not trust her, given all the maturity and strength she’d shown since they met, but surely there were boundaries that had to be respected in a relationship between professor and alumni. It had been a weird day, that. She’d been in the library, looking for a book one of her students had asked her about, and heard some sniffing from a nearby shelf. Somehow, she’d ended up at the cafeteria, trying her best to console someone who was barely more than a teenager, and definitely not Victoria’s problem.

And yet, here they were. They had each other’s phone numbers and now frequently met for coffee around campus. After all, what was Victoria losing with that? Even after all those years at the university, she hadn’t made any true friends, and that student seemed like the sort of person who also didn’t have the easiest of rides connecting to people.

Especially not now that her reputation had been trashed, she supposed.

In the end, she decided that no matter how unprofessional it was, it would do no harm, so why keep avoiding it? She’d already found herself in a spot where she was in love with the same woman for over a decade and the only person she felt comfortable enough to open her heart to was a disgraced English and History student, so it wasn’t like things could possibly get worse at that point. Or at least, she preferred to believe they couldn’t.

“Ugh. You win.” She groaned, as if she hadn’t been dying to talk the subject over with someone. “The person I like is single again. She broke up with her boyfriend - they were only together for a couple of months, really - and before I came to meet you she found me and gave me the news. She was smiling. What the hell does it mean when someone tells you they’re single while smiling?”

Kaisa gave her a level look after checking that there was no coffee left in her cup. “Listen, I am far from being an expert. But my mother made me sit through enough romcoms that I think it’s safe to say she wants you to ask her out.”

“It’s not like that between us.” Victoria rolled her eyes. “It can’t be like that. We basically work together, imagine the mess if we got together and the even bigger mess if we fell apart!”

“Don’t you think that that’s a problem for… future Victoria?” Kaisa answered, hoping that it was the right thing to say. In all honesty, she could see the merit in that logic of Victoria’s. Not risking it was definitely safer, and you sure as hell wouldn’t catch her doing something silly like ‘confessing feelings’ anywhere in the near future. But the girl found that she was much better at helping people when she gave the advice she imagined Tildy would give, instead of her own.

“Well, yeah, but future Victoria would be pissed if I let her take the fall. Besides, I don’t even know if she likes women!”

“Show me a picture.”

Victoria blinked at her. “Pardon?”

“Yeah, show me a picture. I want to know what she looks like.”

Sure, why not, Victoria thought even as she picked up her cellphone in her pocket. It’s not like we’re both professors at the institution where she studies. How badly could this end?

After a brief moment of fumbling with her gloves before she managed to unlock her phone, she opened Birgitta's profile on Instagram, and handed it into Kaisa’s waiting hands.

“I hate this website.” Victoria grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “No idea how to use it.”

Without looking up, Kaisa answered. “And yet, you have an account.”

“Yes, well-” She failed to keep herself in check and began bouncing a leg. “It’s the one she’s the most active in currently.”

“Aw, that is cute.” Still scrolling through the profile, Kaisa had been too immersed in looking at the pictures to remember to put any intonation in her sentence, but Victoria appreciated the sentiment even if it was delivered in a monotone. “I’ll give it to you, I hate it as well. Can’t see the point in it.”

“Even for stalking crushes?” Victoria snorted.

“Oh, I don’t think I have to worry about there being any cottagecore lesbians in my future.”

“What the-” She stopped bouncing her leg as she turned to the girl, who was still scrolling. “What the fuck is a cottagecore?”

“It’s this.” Kaisa looked up and met her eyes for long enough to assure herself that the professor could see her pointing at the screen. “This is a cottagecore. She’s gay, by the way.”

Victoria opened her mouth. No sound came out, but a puff of smoke came from it. From the moment she’d met Kaisa, the girl had acted a lot more insecure than what the professor would consider healthy. And yet, here she was, sounding like a judge issuing a verdict.

“But she had a boyfriend.”

“I’m using ‘gay’ as an umbrella term” Kaisa rolled her eyes, like she was the professor talking to an uneducated interlocutor. “And she has a pixie cut. There’s just no other explanation.”

With her elbows resting against her knees and rubbing her temples, the scientist sighed. “Listen, I know that this may be the case for your generation, and if it is, all the power to you guys, but there are some truly nasty people my age with pixie cuts, you know?”

“Well, yeah, but she leads a conservation land trust, so she’s clearly not a Karen. Gay is the only other option.”

Victoria opted against asking who Karen was and why she was bad, and turned to look at Kaisa again. The girl was looking at her with one corner of her mouth lifted up. Either it was an attempt at a compassionate smile, or the girl was restraining herself from laughing at her. Victoria decided that both were equally probable as she was handed her cell phone again.

“Don’t stress about it. I’m sure everything will work out in its due time.”

“You sound like one of those generic gift cards.”

“Isn’t that how comforting people works?”

It was, Victoria supposed. But next time she’d probably rather Kaisa be direct with her and just tell her what she was thinking. There were enough cheesy gift cards in the world, Kaisa didn’t need to pose as one of them. Something told Van Gale that the girl probably felt the same.

“Anyway. Thank you for listening, even if this was stupid. See, this is why I love your generation. I don’t even have to worry about you being a bigot before coming out.”

The look Kaisa gave her made her wonder if she had inadvertently committed a hate crime, or if she had been wrong and Kaisa had been just waiting for the conversation to end to commit a hate crime herself.

“Holy shit.” The student whispered, bringing her hands to her mouth as her eyebrows drew closer. “Van Gale, I know the first thing we need to fix in your life.”

“And that is…?”

“Your abysmal fucking gaydar.”

………

One year later

Edmund felt lost in his life. After having graduated in Biology, there seemed to be so many possible roads ahead of him that there might as well be none. Did he have the patience to go into teaching? The focus to go into research? The drive to go into field work? If anyone knew, it certainly wasn’t him. So he did what anyone whose only certainty was not wanting to move back in with their parents did.

He decided to get another level of education.

I’m his defence, it wasn’t just because he was unsure of what to do next. He had an actual passion for Conservation Ecology, and since one of his favourite professors had noticed it and offered to advise him for his thesis and somehow get him a scholarship if he did a Masters, he really didn’t see a reason not to.

Besides, someone needed to stay in the house to look after his little cousin.

Professor Bloom was, in his opinion, a genius. And a very productive one, at that. You could shoot her whatever question you wanted to about local wildlife and she’d answer without a second’s wait, on top of putting her money where her mouth was and guiding several projects, all of which Edmund had read all about while deciding if getting this degree was a good idea.

His heart almost jumped to his throat when the door to her office opened and the woman herself found him standing in the corridor. He’d had contact with her while graduating, of course; if she hadn’t noticed his interest, he never would have bagged the offer she gave him. But it was one thing to be in projects she led in the university, and another entirely to have private tutorings on the subject she mastered.

He was coming to realise he was maybe a bit of a fanboy.

With a warm smile, professor Bloom opened the door wider and invited him in. There was a desk at the centre of the office, and behind it a glass window. By the desk, there were two chairs that had been angled somewhere between facing each other and facing the table.

“I just want to make it crystal clear I won’t be putting any pressure on you.” The woman began as she took a seat in one of them, leaving him no choice but to do the same. She eyed him with kindness and curiosity, making him feel a little like he was one of the critters she studied. Considering she was one of the best in her field, that probably meant something good for him. “Now, I imagine you have already given some thought about what your thesis will be, or have some options to explore. May we discuss them?”

He had, thank God, been able to bring some material for discussion, and he said as much as he opened his backpack to grab his laptop. It had been hard to settle down on one topic to concentrate his studies on during his Masters, so he had found it best to bring all of his ideas to his first tutoring, so that professor Bloom could tell him which would be the most useful ones. And which ones the university would be able to provide for, as well.

Just as he was opening his word document, however, there was a knock on the door, and the person on the other side didn’t bother waiting for a ‘come in’ to show herself.

“Birgitta, I got it!” Exclaimed a tall, slim woman as she opened the door. Professor Bloom, who had been patiently waiting for Edmund to present her his ideas, immediately turned her attention to the newcomer. “The project got approved- oh, sorry, I didn’t realise this wasn’t a good time.”

He managed to not allow himself to feel guilty for being in a professor’s office for an appointment at the time of the day he had specifically been invited to be there, but it wasn’t by a lot. The woman looked so crestfallen to notice him there that Edmund felt like he had done something wrong.

“Oh, that is wonderful!” Professor Bloom got up and walked closer to the woman holding out both hands to gently hold her arms. “Don’t worry, that’s just one of my students. I’m going to help him right now but maybe later we can meet up. I’d love to hear more.”

“Oh, there’s nothing much to say, really.” There was now an embarrassed blush tinting her cheeks, and she lowered her gaze to the ground. “I just received the news that they want me to carry on with the research and wanted to share it with you. It’s no big deal.”

“It is a big deal. It’s amazing. But I won’t push you about it. Send me a text if you want to share something else, okay?”

“Okay.”

Both of them looked like they had deflated considerably as the door was closed and the professor returned to her former seat next to him. Had that been his presence’s fault? It had seemed like it but at the same time, Edmund was reasonably sure that they had managed to downscale their conversation themselves.

“Sorry, mr. Pearson.” Professor Bloom said, eyes still glued to the door. “That was professor Van Gale. I imagine you’ll have some contact with her now that you’re in Conservation. Where were we?”

Even as they went back to the matter at hand, there was still a wistful haze in Birgitta’s eyes, one that Edmund recognized for what it was.

Oh no.

It was going to be a long couple of years.

.........

Two years later

If a body is at rest or moving at a constant speed in a straight line, it will remain at rest or keep moving in a straight line at constant speed unless it is acted upon by a force. Edmund knew so, because his need for money to sustain himself in college had driven him to work in a professor’s project that involved a lot more physics than he would ever have liked to work with. Technically, he was working in the environmental and zoological parts of Ahlberg’s project, but the admission exam had required him to study some of the cornerstones for the engineering that was also involved in it.

The point was, he now had all those laws and formulas lodged in some corner of his mind, even if they barely had a chance to get out.

This was one of those chances.

It was a climate change panel, because of course it was. Every year they had at least one of those in the university, with attendance being mandatory for some courses and open to all. The annoying thing was - besides the nerve-wrecking statistics and new climate studies, that is - that every time, the same two professors were called. Sometimes there were other guests called to the round table to bring more sides to the discussion, but no matter what, professor Bloom and professor Van Gale were always there. And from older students, he had come to learn that it had been like this for as long as anyone could remember.

And they were always wrecks.

A big part of Edmund thought that the fact that they had sustained feelings for each other for so long was truly adorable. Anyone who had the slightest contact with either would be able to see how much they cared for each other. But there was a time and a place for longing glances and blushing when caught looking at your crush, and a lecture hall filled with university students, with a power point presentation on the climate crisis behind yourself was not it.

When the discussion ended and they were all free to go, Edmund tried to look around for Gerda, who he had come into the lecture with, only to find her staring fixedly at the professors. They were struggling to walk past the door frame, since they seemed to be stuck in an endless loop of ‘after you’. Not bearing to witness that for too long, they both gave each other a look that clearly asked ‘are you also seeing this shit?’, even though they both had lessons with professor Bloom and had, in fact, seen this sort of shit more times than they could count.

When they began their Masters, they used to keep the last page of their notebook to count how many times she’d bring up professor Van Gale, or how many times they’d behold any suspiciously yearning action from her. It used to be fun.

It wasn’t funny anymore.

With a sigh, Edmund put his backpack on his shoulders again, and made way for the exit with his friend in tow.

They would keep at that for eternity, if they were allowed to. Someone would have to be the external force.

#verse: carpe diem #fic: feaar #omg i hadn't noticed the fic name spells out like that KJHSDKJHSDKFJH #this one is like the opposite of an angel greeting. BE afraid. Be very afraid. these lesbians don't know what theyre doing #and they are dangerous #raven scientist #raven scientist ship #my fic #victoria van gale #the raven leader hilda

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ponds-of-ink · 7 months

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WAIT

I FORGOT ABOUT ONCE UPON A STUDIO’S EARLY PREMIERE

BRB I GOTTA GO CHECK SOMETHING

#once upon a studio #please please please #tell me I’m at least getting stitch #quasimodo’s probably a toss up

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thedawningofthehour · 1 year

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YOU HAVE A DISHONORED FANFIC- brb gotta check something out on ao3

Rip in peace it's like 500k words.

And I'm probably never going to finish it, unless we get a Dishonored 3 or the fandom is suddenly and inexplicably revived for some reason.

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subtle-edge-of-rot · 2 years

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Ugh thinking about living life as the Sinclairs' little house floozy and ✨yearning.✨

You wake up early with caresses from Vincent and shake your head when he tries to tell you to go back to sleep. You tell him you'll make breakfast, take his request. You throw together a simple little breakfast and bring it down to him. He's already bent over a canvas but he kisses you in thanks.

You take food up to Bo and he pulls you into bed with him for sleepy cuddles. You know he's got a lot to get done today so you do your best to coax him into the land of the living with touches in all the right places. He gets all hot and bothered (so do you) but he's a dick so he leaves you high and dry with a wink and an invitation for a lunch date.

You start on some chores and go downstairs to check on Vin. He's sketching some ideas for different tableaus and you sit on his lap to offer your input. One thing leads to another and you end up riding him where he sits, the sketches forgotten. By the time he's finished with you, he's rediscovered his muse and jumps right back into his work.

You meant to bring Bo lunch but your schedule got a little, um, fucked, so just as you're ready to walk down to the station he comes through the door. He knows immediately what held you up and that twin thing kicks in where he's gotta do it better. So he takes you on the couch, on the floor, on the stairs, over the counter, whatever's closest. Maybe Vin hears. Maybe he comes up to join. 👀

They finally let up somewhere around round three and you, flustered, resume your work around the house. You take note of all the little details that you've assumed responsibility for - the laundry of three often filthy men, the fridge you keep stocked with more than just orange juice, your plans for a town-wide intercom system to improve communication. Bo's request for cigarettes, Vincent needs duct tape, Lester for some reason has written "tiniest spoon" and "cat food" independently on one sticky note.

Speaking of, Lester gets home a little early, and you instruct him to strip directly into the washer. You bring him his favorite beer (shower beer ftw) and he invites you in. How can you refuse? He's mostly clean already. He asks you if you've had enough for one day and you tell him of course not, he's just gotten home! Someone's gotta help him destress. 😉

Les is a sweetie and helps you with dinner. Vincent wanders up and you put those big deft hands to work. Bo arrives just after the work is done, naturally, and you all sit down to eat together. They clean up for you, tell you to take a break. Eventually they join you out front for some good old fashioned Southern porch sitting. You and Vin sit on the porch swing with your leg draped over his. Bo nurses a glass of whiskey and holds your hand. Les sits on the railing and plays a word game with you.

After dinner comes dessert. That might be something sweet or something sweeter, take your pick. Whatever it is, you get a triple serving.

Bedtime comes early because you have to bid everyone goodnight and that sure takes a while. You get all the kisses, cuddles, and pet names you could ever want before finally settling in next to your brother of choice. You are tired, satisfied on every level, absolutely aglow with how much these disaster men love you and how deeply you care for each of them.

Okay I’m about to drop everything and go get a tramp stamp that says ‘Sinclair’s Little House Floozy’ brb

I love the idea of a day full of nothing but taking care of these three disaster bastards. Waking up gently to Vincent caressing you and slipping out of bed to make the twins their breakfast (you always pre-make something for Les since he wakes up so goddamn early for work—just an easy microwaveable breakfast sandwich). And then delivering it to both of them like a good little housewife.

Vincent would be so appreciative, taking it from you gently and giving you some sweet kisses in thanks, quickly shoving a piece of toast into his mouth before hurriedly going back to his sketching, completely overtaken by his muse. From then it’s on to Bo.

Of course Bo would immediately place the food on the bedside table and pull you into bed with him, gripping onto you and rolling on top of you, closing his eyes and actively trying to go back to sleep while you protest. Bo hates getting up in the morning but you know just how to motivate him. But two can play at that game, and he’ll end up teasing you before looking at the clock and realizing he needs to get moving. He definitely wants you to come see him for lunch though 😏

Then of course it’s time for chores—cleaning up the dishes from breakfast and any other dishes you find around the house. You go down to collect the breakfast dishes from Vincent and of course you get distracted by not only what he’s working on, but him as well. It’s hard not to when he touches you with such reverence and purpose. You’re taking him for a ride before you even know it, and by the time you’re done it’s well past time for lunch and you’re scrambling off to throw together lunch for everyone. Only to be distracted by Bo, who came looking for you when you didn’t show up.

You’re right though, the twin telepathy is real—he knows Vincent had you and he wants his turn. He’ll take everything out of your hands and clear a space over the kitchen counter and bending you over it, immediately tugging down your shorts and slipping your panties to the side before sliding into you in one easy thrust. He gets in a round with you before Vincent joins in. And they keep you busy for quite a while after.

Once several rounds have been accomplished and you’re exhausted and wolfing down a sandwich and getting started on more of your chores. You’ve really become their little housewife—not that you mind. Cleaning up after these three bachelors keeps you busy and satisfied. And knowing that you’re keeping them clean and well fed is a nice feeling. I love the grocery list on the fridge idea, and Lester is always adding weird stuff to it because he feeds the local wildlife and fosters orphaned animal babies.

Lester coming home is always a delight. He’s such a ray of sunshine that it’s impossible not to smile. You greet him with a beer and a kiss and make sure he tosses his clothes straight into the washer. Of course you join him for a shower and give yourself to him to use—which he’s ever grateful for. He takes out the day’s stress on you, leaving you satiated and full of butterflies.

Then it’s a blur of dinner and dessert and maybe some more lovemaking if you’re up to it. And then it’s time to sleep and start all over again!

#payton’s asks #visceralvalentines #the Sinclair brothers #the poly sinclair experience #boogeyman besties

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through the hourglass 235. brb x oc

a/n: TIME FOR CHAOS (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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Beatrice had been bustling around the house, making sure everything was in order for the girls' arrival. She checked the bedrooms to ensure they were clean and cozy, laid out fresh sheets and towels, and even prepared a basket of snacks for the little ones to enjoy during their stay. It was important to her that their nieces felt comfortable and welcomed in their home.

As she glanced at the clock on her phone, Beatrice realized that Leo, Cynthia, and their daughters would be arriving in just a few hours. She had planned some fun activities and meals to keep the kids entertained and well-fed throughout the weekend.

Beatrice walked past Rooster's office and noticed that he was inside, which was quite unusual. He rarely used that space unless it was absolutely necessary. Curiosity piqued, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Rooster was seated at his desk, a laptop open in front of him, and a serious expression on his face. He seemed deeply engrossed in whatever he was working on.

"Hey, Roos," Beatrice said, breaking his concentration. "What are you up to in here?"

Rooster looked up, his expression softening as he saw his wife. "Oh, hey, babe. Just some work stuff, nothing too exciting."

Beatrice arched an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. "Work stuff? You rarely use this office. Is something going on? And it’s also," she wraps her arms around his neck from behind, “The weekend.”

Rooster sighed, kissing the inside of her wrist, “Just…some things Cyclone sent me.” he mutters, “About my promotion. It’ll be by the end of this month if everything goes well.” he mutters, holding his head on his free hand as he scrolls down the e-mail, “Plus some extra stuff about the recruits.”

“Hmm.” Beatrice says, propping her chin on his shoulder, “What has he said that we don’t know already? Anything I should know?”

"Well," he began, "Cyclone just mentioned that they're finalizing the details of my promotion. Paperwork,those things,” he holds his gaze on another e-mail, “There’s also stuff about McAllister, he’s been doing a great job too.”

“You must be proud.” she grins, “Your little fanboys are growing up.”

“Hey.” he warns with a smile, tapping her nose, “Not my fanboys.”

“They kinda are,Roos, you know that. And you care about them too.”

He keeps his eyes on her for a little while, his smile widening as he looks back to the screen, “I do. Yeah.” he sighs, arching his brows, “Besides that,there’s just paperwork I gotta finish while at home, but nothing I should worry about too much.”

Beatrice continued to stand behind Rooster, her chin resting on his shoulder as she observed his work. As she watched him, Beatrice noticed a flicker of concern in Rooster's eyes. It was a subtle shift, but she knew him well enough to pick up on it.

"Is something bothering you, Roos?" she asked gently, her fingers tracing soothing circles on his shoulder.

Rooster sighed, leaning back in his chair and turning to face her. "It's just... with the promotion and everything, it means more responsibilities, longer hours, and potentially more time away from home." he rubs his eyes with the tips of his fingers, “Don’t get me wrong,I’m fucking elated, but–”

Beatrice reached out to cup his cheek,” We'll make it work. “ she grins “We always do."

He smiled gratefully, kissing the inside of her palm. "You are a fucking angel, you know that?”

“Well,” she shrugs, “I knew what to expect when I started dating you.” she says, cupping his cheeks to tilt his head up and kiss his forehead, “And I’m used to it by now. You’ll do just fine.” she pauses, “You also deserve this promotion,Bradley.”

“Oh,first name?” he teases, “Really?”

Beatrice turns him around on his chair and holds onto the arms, keeping her eyes level with him, “I love your name.” she grins, “But I also know that it’s useful to say it when I know what is happening in your mind…your dad would be extremely proud of you.”

Rooster's gaze softened as he met Beatrice's eyes. Her words were like a balm to his soul, soothing the insecurities and worries that sometimes crept into his mind. He had come a long way in his Navy career, and he knew, he knew that his father would have been proud of his achievements.

"Thank you, Bea," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "That means a lot to me. And having you by my side makes everything better."

Beatrice leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, only breaking to say "And yes, I do use your first name strategically when I want your full attention."

Rooster chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. "Noted. You have my full attention, always."

“Do I?”

“If I ever stop looking at you I’ll get glasses.” he winks, “Good luck keeping my eyes away from you.”

She giggled, checking the time again and thinking that since they still had time and Nikki was asleep in her room, she could spend some time with him. Beatrice eventually sat down on his lap, wrapping her arms on his neck while his hugged her waist, “We still have fifteen minutes before the girls get here.” she says, playing with his shirt, “And I checked everything to make sure they’ll be okay.”

Rooster smiled warmly at Beatrice as she settled into his lap, kissing her shoulder before He caressed her cheek gently with his thumb, his eyes locked onto hers. "Fifteen minutes, huh? What should we do with all that time?" he teased, leaning in to brush his lips against hers in a sweet, lingering kiss.

Beatrice's laughter was like music to his ears, a sound that never failed to make his heart swell with love. "Well, Mr. Aviator," she whispered playfully, her breath warm against his lips, "we could make the most of those fifteen minutes." and she leaned back when he tried to kiss her, “But we both know you’ll need more than fifteen.”

Rooster’s lips were still pursed, only separating as he sighed quietly, pressing his forehead on her shoulder. “You are so right.," he said in a husky voice, "we should probably save the rest for later."

“Hmhm.”

“Later tonight?” he peeks at her,brown eyes twinkling and his brows waggling.

“Not tonight,Roos.” she answers, kissing his forehead, “But soon,hm?”

“Oh,fine.” he leaned back on his chair, bringing Bea with him so she lies on top of his chest, using him as a firm and warm pillow, “...our anniversary is also coming up.” he mutters, “...I just remembered that.”

Beatrice blinks, she also forgot about that detail, “I mean it is in October,Roos.” she whispers, “We still have time, a couple months.” she says, “Why? You have anything in mind already?”

Rooster wrapped his arms securely around Beatrice as she nestled on his chest, his fingers gently tracing circles on her back. “No,not really,” he says, eyes on the ceiling, ‘Just…thinking about it.” and he smiles soon after, “Best years of my life, I have to confess.”

Her heart warmed at that, closing her eyes as she heard his heartbeat while keeping her arms around him. They just sat there, in silence for a few seconds, it was rare for them to sit down and relax like this, doing anything but enjoy each other’s presence.

Not that they were complaining about life, no,not at all, it was great…but it’s obvious how much their lives changed yet remained the same after they got married. “You think we are a fun couple?’ she asks,her eyes still closed feeling too comfortable to open them,especially when her husband runs his fingers through her brown hair repeatedly.

Rooster continued to stroke Beatrice's hair with a gentle touch, his fingers weaving through the strands as he contemplated her question. After a brief pause, he finally responded, his voice soft and reflective. "Hell yeah. I think we are really fun." he looks down at her, “Why?”

Beatrice smiled contentedly, her eyes still closed but offering him a small shrug ."I just had to ask. People say marriage changes relationships but, to be honest, it still feels like we’re dating.”

“I mean,sure," he begins , his voice filled with affection. "Marriage might bring changes, but it hasn't changed how much I love being with you. It still feels like we're dating, and I hope it always does."

“Aw,” she coos, “You are so sweet.”

“Not sweet as you.” he smirks, kissing her head, “Love you gorgeous.”

Beatrice opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto Rooster's warm brown eyes. "Love you too," she whispered, leaning in to capture his lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.

They remained in each other's arms, basking in the simple joy of being together. Time might have passed since they first started dating, but their love had only grown stronger with each passing day. And it was obvious.

For everyone.

It wasn't until she heard the sound of tires crunching gravel that she opened her eyes, “Oh the girls!” she sits up on his lap, trying her best to remove his arms from her waist and looking at him when he pouted, “Roos.”

Rooster playfully protested as Beatrice tried to extricate herself from his lap. "Come on, babe," he said with a mischievous grin, "I was enjoying the view."

Beatrice chuckled, shaking her head. "You can enjoy the view later, Roos. The girls are here."

With a tired yet playful sigh, Rooster released her and stood up, following Beatrice to the front of the house.There was a small silhouette peeking on the glass panes, face squished and green eyes moving around in hopes she found who she was looking for…only for a smaller face to appear under hers.

“Alright,” they heard her brother’s voice, “Lemme ring the do–”

“I’ll do it!” Bianca shouted, slamming her palm on the door bell and waking Eleanor, who just appeared out of nowhere with her ears and tails perked up, staring at the door, “Auntie! Uncle! We’re here! Open the dooooor!”

Beatrice and Rooster shared a knowing smile as they heard the excited voices of their niece, on the other side of the door. Beatrice reached the door first, her hand on the doorknob. She couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth and love as she prepared to welcome her nieces inside. Rooster stood beside her, arms crossed and head tilted as he watched.

As soon as Beatrice opened the door, Bianca burst into the house with boundless energy. She was so much bigger already, but she still climbed onto Beatrice like a spider monkey, in fact, she was doing so, wrapping her whole body around her torso.

"Hi auntie!" Bianca exclaimed, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. "We missed you so much!"

“Hi,Bibi.” she looked down, “Hi Éwoyn.” Éwoyn, she just turned two, smiled up at her before wandering inside. As soon as Beatrice looked up ,she blinked at her brother’s tired face. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You okay?’

Leonardo looked like he walked through a hurricane and had flashbacks from it, “Yes.” he sighs, holding up both girls’ backpacks, “Thank you guys so much for doing this.”

Beatrice smiled warmly at her brother, understanding the challenges of parenting two energetic young girls. "You know we love having them, Leo," she said, stepping aside to let him in.

Rooster greeted Leonardo with a friendly pat on the back. "Hey, Leo.”

“Hey.”

“You look rough.”

Leonardo sighed with relief as he stepped inside, his daughters' laughter filling the air. "I swear, they have more energy than a tornado." followed by Bianca sliding out of Beatrice’s hold to immediately run to Rooster, giving him a quick hug before she darted off to explore the living room. Meanwhile Éowyn wobbled around, trying to keep up with her big sister.

Beatrice smiles, crossing her arms "They certainly keep you on your toes."

“Haha,” he laughs nervously, “Ha…yeah…uh, yeah,” he rubs his eyes, “Anyway, everything is in their bags, extra clothes, extra diapers for Éowyn, uhhh,” he unzips to check the contents, furrowing his brows, “Some…snacks? I didn’t put this here–”

“Thanks daddy!” Bianca yanked a bag of gummy worms from inside so fast it was like she was made of speed.

“Ah.”

“We won’t let her have it often.” Beatrice says, “I promise.”

Leonardo chuckled, his exhaustion momentarily replaced by a sense of relief. "Thanks, guys. I appreciate you taking care of them for the weekend. And don't worry, I know you'll make sure she doesn't turn into a sugar monster." cue to Bianca squealing something, “Even though sometimes, it can be late.” As Bianca enthusiastically dug into her gummy worms, Leonardo knelt down to her eye level. "Hey, Bibi, you promise to be a good girl for Auntie Bea and Uncle Roos, okay?...please?"

Bianca nodded vigorously, her mouth full of gummy worms,sugar all over her cheeks. "I promise!"

Éowyn, on the other hand, was content to explore her surroundings, toddling around the living room with her tiny hands outstretched as she discovered new things to touch and examine.

Leonardo watched his daughters with a mixture of love and exhaustion, grateful for the support of his little sister and her husband. "You guys are lifesavers," he said sincerely. "I know they can be a handful.I’ll make it up to you. I swear."

Rooster shrugged, his warm smile never fading. "Relax Leo, we don’t mind."

Beatrice nodded in agreement. "True, and they’ll be fine."

Leonardo felt more at ease leaving his daughters in their care,hHe gave them a rundown of Bianca and Éowyn's routines, from meal times to bedtime stories, making sure everything was in order. Then he repeated once he remembered more stuff.

"Leo, we've got this," Beatrice reassured him, one hand on his shoulder. "You go enjoy your weekend."

Leonardo's shoulders visibly relaxed as he realized he could finally take a break. He hugged both Beatrice and Rooster tightly. "Thank you, guys. I owe you big time." he backs away to the door, pointing at them, “Promise,I’ll pay you guys in any way I can.”

Rooster patted his brother-in-law's back. "No need for that, Leo. Just take care of yourself and come back refreshed."

With one last glance at his daughters, who were now engrossed in a few of the pictures on the wall, Leonardo reluctantly left his sister's house, promising to return in a couple of days. Beatrice and Rooster watched him go, waving at him from the door.

Once Leonardo was gone, Beatrice and Rooster focused their attention on Bianca and Éowyn. Bianca had finished her gummy worms and was now walking on her hands and knees…except as if she was in the Exorcist. “Bibi.” Beatrice calls, “Honey,don’t do that.”

“I’m okay!’ she continues spider walking in the living room, her little sister chose to sit on the couch instead, “Look!” and now she’s walking on her hands only, “No legs!”

Beatrice couldn't help but chuckle at Bianca's playful antics. "Alright little miss acrobat" she teased,placing both hands on her waist and gently pulling her back down. "But be careful, sweetheart. We don't want you to get hurt."

Bianca giggled and continued her imaginative play, enjoying the attention from her aunt and uncle. Once she was in solid ground, she blinked, “Where’s Nikki?” she asks, blonde hair whipping as she looks around, “Is she napping?”

Beatrice exchanged a knowing glance with Rooster. "Nicole's taking her afternoon nap, sweetheart," she replied, her voice gentle. "She'll join us in a little while." Bianca, while satisfied with that answer, continued back to her Cirque du Soleil moments and walked away much like before.

Once they were at a safe distance, Beatrice looked back at him, “Well LC.” she smiles, “You ready for this weekend?”

Rooster smirked, inhaling quietly and nodding his head once, “Always,gorgeous.”

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