#brb sir i need to go

[quietwingsinthesky]

of ten’s companions, if the doctor couldn’t handle losing them and crossed his own timeline to trick them into traveling with future!him instead of past!him so that he’d have a little more time with them:

rose would do it. first because bless her but she has the situational awareness of a rock, and legitimately would not realize this isn’t her doctor until his facade starts to break down and he starts bleeding grief-laced love for her at every turn. but once she does realize it, she’s both deeply sympathetic and a little scared that she could make him into this. it’s a lot to be confronted with having that much power over someone, to break them so thoroughly. rose would try to get back to her doctor, but while she’s with the future version, she tries to do what she can to ease his pain. (she also tries to figure out a way to subvert her fate. she fails.)

i think martha would be harder to trick. she can smell desperation on the doctor like a bloodhound. she is so tapped into the fact that this man wants to off himself so bad and that she’s 90% of his self-restraint, so present her with a doctor who is lacking that and she’s onto him immediately. however, assuming he gets her to come with him, explains why he’s doing this, there’s like. a minute where she’s kind of. not flattered exactly, but surprised, giddy with the realization that he’d come back for a little more time with her, especially if this is early season 3 martha. which would all come crashing down around the time that he reveals that he wasn’t pushed to this by losing her to some tragedy or her death or anything- but that she chose to leave. that is the point at which martha goes ‘oh i need to get the fuck off of this tardis right now’ and ghosts the past!doctor that she was also traveling with because holy shit, man.

donna, like rose, is easily bamboozled into following the wrong doctor home, provided that he shuffles her along into his tardis too fast for her to argue. but she catches on far quicker than rose does. like, three minutes tops of watching the doctor move through the tardis in a way that’s definitely not enthusiastic piloting and looks more like guilty panic. and then she yells at him for lying to her. and she yells at him for kidnapping her. and then she stops yelling because he’s gone sort of still and quiet and his eyes are just broken. and he doesn’t explain himself, he confesses. donna is going to try to stay with him after this btw. because how do you go back to looking your best friend in the eyes when you know he’d take everything you’ve become away from you, even to save your life? and this is still the doctor, he still did that to her, but he regrets it. regrets it so much that he can’t live with it, he’s breaking time and space just to hear her say his name again. and donna doesn’t want to lose him anymore than he wanted to lose her.

#i am so enthralled by this concept you have no idea #also like. i mentioned in rose’s section how this is a genuinely scary situation for her. #but to be clear. it is for all three of them the moment they realize that this Is Not Their Doctor #because theyre suddenly on a ship going through time ans space with. almost a stranger. and one who has proven that he’s break laws #fundamental to his worldview rather than let them go #doctor who #rose tyler #martha jones #martha girl get the fuck out of there oh my god #the doctor comes out looking the worst in her section rip to him for not handling her leaving him in a normal and healthy way very well #i think it would be very funny if the doctor said goodbye to her and then immediately went. ‘oh! right! martha is the only thing keeping me #from jumping off a cliff! brb i need to get martha back at whatever cost!’ sir go to therapy #donna noble #also also to be clear im not trying to insult rose in her section thats just how she is #remember that time her boyfriend turned into plastic in front of her and she. didnt notice. or that time the doctor was being strangled in #the other room and she. didnt notice. #rose tyler girl that you are. you never know what the fuck is going on around you and i love you for that. how are you still alive. #REMEMBER THAT TIME SHE GOT BACK FROM AN ALTERNATE DIMENSION AND DIDNT EVEN NOTICE THE DALEK ABOUT TO SHOOT THE DOCTOR IN THE FACE #ROSE TYLER. GIRL. LOOK LEFT AND RIGHT BEFORE CROSSING A STREET AT LEAST #donna’s here is the most fucked up i think because even if this situation is ‘resolved’ and she goes back to her doctor like. how does she #keep going with that fact in the back of her mind at all times. that he can and will do this to her. that he’ll take himself and everything #else away from her while she begs him not to. #angst <3

[onlyzhuyilong]

#zhu yilong #朱一龙 #my gifs #please stand by for the queue #朱一龍 #oh I see how it is now …brb imma go jump into a river #sir there was no need to destroy the entire auditorium with one glance #also dimples? dimples? since when since when ya baobao

[callme-darling]

I just need to be Vincent's little secretary 😍 running some errands, bringing him his coffee, or some lunch when he's too busy to remember that he has to eat... Wear tiny skirts and low cut shirts just to tease him, among other services 😊

anon, darling beloved anon, i adore you for this. this genuinely made me come up w like 3 oneshots/headcanons for being his secretary, so expect the rest to be posted sometime🤭

the little secretary

word count: ~550

warnings: fem reader, workplace flirting, implied age gap, nothing explicit (yet, heheh)

a/n: this was so much fun, i LOVE this concept

vincent works so hard, so it’s only natural that his secretary works as hard (if not harder). that very concept is the reason the last lady quit. but then came you—young, enthusiastic, and oh so pretty. vincent almost thought his coworker was playing a joke on him when you were introduced as his new personal assistant.

the tasks themselves usually weren’t too laborious. mostly a lot of organizing, filing, and administrative duties vincent didn’t have the time or energy to be bothered with. and you always completed them with a small smile and quiet “yes, sir”, something that never failed to get your supervisor’s eyes to linger on you for a thoughtful moment before he’d turn back to his desk to resume his own work.

and how, even in the coldest of winter, you’d still shuffle into the office in those tight little skirts of yours that should be a workplace violation, but no one says a word. vincent knows it’s technically his responsibility to reprimand you, but any thought of doing so disappears as soon as he sees you walk into his office, sheer black tights a poor attempt to cover what the skirts don’t. and, god, the heels. usually black or a muted red. he felt no better than pavlov’s dog when he’d hear the distinct, faint clacking come down the hallway, on alert and ready.

after a month or so, you became more comfortable and began to take genuine enjoyment in your eagerness to be of use. it started with a casual coffee offered from your hand every morning—black, one sugar—just the way he liked it. he’d always thank you with a small smile and nod, his fingers ghosting over yours for a moment before taking the cup.

then it developed to you wordlessly dropping off lunch from a restaurant downtown when you noticed his shoulders get tense with stress. occasionally you’d leave a handwritten note atop the parcel for him to find when he comes back from a meeting. ‘brb—went to the downtown office to drop off the files you approved. don’t forget to take a break.’ he’d never admit it aloud, but it was those kind acts of service that made his heart beat the quickest.

but while you were sickeningly sweet most days, you could also be painfully teasing the next. you’d get your nails done, a simple french manicure that he never failed to notice when you handed him a folder. and then his eyes would inevitably trail up your arm, only to see you’re wearing a new blouse. a new, and rather revealing blouse at that. he’d look away quickly, clear his throat, and nod that you were good to go back to whatever task he called you away from.

now vincent isn’t a dumb man, quite the contrary. he’d never admit out loud, but he knew the game you were playing. knew that you were strategic in how you toyed with him—giving just enough that, to the untrained eye, your little smiles and the pretty batting of your eyelashes were simply mannerisms of politeness. vincent, however, was quicker than most to catch on. you’re just in luck; he has his own games he likes to play too.

#ꕤ ₊˚✧ mailbox . #swann arlaud #anatomy of a fall #vincent renzi #anatomie d'une chute #anatomy of a fall vincent

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF NOVEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of november! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Makeup, Make Out || @polarisjisung💕✅

↳ somewhere between testing eyeshadow palettes and mascara wands, renjun tests the prospect of loving you (i love me some soft renjun. soft renjun is prob in my top 5 fics to read about in nct. like how can you not enjoy reading soft renjun fics?????)

Ready For Love || @jnnul💕✅💯💯💯

↳ a boy who has never taken a relationship seriously. a girl who is seriously over relationships. when they end up finding each other, will they let their ideas of what a relationship should be like ruin their relationship before it even starts? (the concept of one person believing in one thing and the other person believing in another but they come to one accord to overcome the obstacle is amazing. literally as op has said in their warnings "match made in heaven", they truly are and i love that.)

Misses Suh? || @nctsplug02🔞💕✅💯

↳ (there was not exact summary, but if you remember the jeongs fics from this author then i present you the suhs. stop i freaking love these fics from them. i hope theres going to be more suhs.)

Silent Treatment || @polarisjisung💕💔✅

↳ your boyfriend broke some guy's nose for you, but what he doesn't realise is he also broke his promise to you (how does one give jeno the silent treatment???? easy, pretend to be oc cause thats what i did. LOL LIKE HOW CAN YOU GIVE THIS MAN THE SILENT TREATMENT. mans gonna be looking at you with them eyes and you are just gonna fold. gosh hes adorable and sht)

Trauma || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯

↳ Being the son of the famous Nam Goongmin came with a heavy price to pay for Jaemin. Though Taeyong managed to get Jaemin out of his father’s mafia business and helped him to heal, there was still some trauma that Jaemin had yet to face. Until he came across a girl that he would soon learn that he can’t always run from his problems (the fact that the story lowkey connects with the other fics that they have is a gold mine. my ass is out here re-reading everything from the beginning aka the first one all the way to this one while i wait for the next one.)

Enough For You || @midmourn💔✅💯

↳ you wanted to be enough for mark, but no matter what you did, you weren't. (brb let me just sit in the corner real quick. stop, i need more angst nct fics to satisfy my angst side. like you can just feel the hurt that the oc is feeling, cause i know for a fact everyone has been through this once in their life time.)

I'm A Mouse, Duh! || @springseasonie🔞✅

↳ Nomin in police costumes and Y/N in a "mouse" costume (it's literally just lingerie). Will they fuck? Keep reading to find out! (1. i love the mean girls reference. that movie is a classic. 2. another roommate threesome, i may have a problem. BUT THATS FINE. this fic was hella good.)

I Wanna Make You Scream || @nctsplug02🔞✅💯💯💯

↳ (johnny in a scream mask?????????? sir???????? HELLOOOOOOOOO????? like god this fic is, oh child.)

Rent Is Due! || @starillusion13🔞✅💯

↳ (theres no summary, but do you know what else is due??? my insanity after reading this fic. like god dam. had to take a moment to breathe after finishing the fic.)

Strawberry Cough || @hazyhae🔞💕✅

↳ when your longtime bestie and plug moves out of town, he recommends one of his buddies to fill your weed needs. jaemin is glad to deliver that, and maybe even more. (the fact that jaemin automatically has a stock of the strawberry flavor for the oc is cute as sht. mans literally fell in love at first sight.)

The Day That I Met You I Started Dreaming || @nctstar💕✅💯

↳ You watched in satisfaction as the imprint of your lips stained a faded red colour, two semi-circles adorned by fine lines. The smell of strawberry wafted gently, so subtle you could have missed it. Yet, his voice rang in your ears. “You taste so sweet, baby. You always do.” (stop, i think this was one of the "long" jungwoo fics that i have read so far. i should start reading more jungwoo fics ngl. i honestly like how the story went. like it was at a good pace. not too rushed and not too slow, at the perfect pace. )

They're Roommate || @luvyeni🔞✅

↳ maybe those “jokes” your roommates play on you aren’t actually jokes (nomin threesome??? let me at it. lord have fcking mercy on me)

Young God || @jaeminvore🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ in which you were essentially scammed into cohabiting with a ridiculously clingy demon that lives off of sex. It could be worse. At least he staved off from sucking your soul out in exchange of you sucking something else—among other things (demon hyuck is a menace but hes a cute menace you know. hes gonna be like your bffl demon. i honestly fully enjoyed this one so much, like you dont understand. the mans a cute ass menace)

NCT 127 Texts || @phoxphenex💕✅💯

↳ Baby 127 Calling Dad on Tour (stop i cant wait for them to be parents. like these fans are gonna have to grow a pair of balls and suck it up that these mens are gonna be parents in the future. like can u imagine their kid just texting them. their kid will have them on their knees i swear.)

NCT Dream Texts || @jenosz💕✅💯

↳ Jeno boyfriend texts (the way that i fcking cackled at the first one. i cant, that was literal GOLD. ngl thats prob something i would say to my boo, if i had one LMAO)

NCT Dream Texts || @midmourn💕✅

↳ Your mom hasn't paid me this month (stop jisung would be the one to actually tell his mom. protect this lil sprout.)

8:57PM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅

↳(faster/2 baddies era jaehyun has me on a fcking chokehold im not gonna lie.)

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct 127 fluff #nct dream fluff #nct smut #nct angst #nct 127 angst #nct 127 smut #nct dream angst #nct strangers to lovers au #nct friends with benefits au #nct established relationship au #nct friends to lovers au #nct timestamps #nct texts au #nct mafia au #nct fic recs #nct recs

[bloodyminyard]

a (long) comprehensive list of buck related things in 7x04 that have me losing it as i rewatch:

- the stupid starry eyed look he has while getting the tour from tommy

- the terrible “i need mo jo” joke that tommy laughs at purely bc it was endearing

- “you didn’t call me because you wanted to see the toys”

- “you need to raise your bar kid” my GOD the “kid”

- ofc, the “no way!! eddie was in the army!”

- god they are so FLIRTY “really?” “my fees are competitive” “let me buy you a beer no WAY buck is this clueless

- eddie being so excited about the fight, and specifically the idea of buck joining help

- “keeping my options fluid” SIR

- evan?!?!?!????

- the close up shot as the fly off my heart

- the look on bucks face when eddie talks about tommy, boy is devastated

- “i saved a baby in a pipe once!” yes you did were so proud

- not buck related: but i adore ravi so much

- OKAY BUT BUCKS STUTTER !! they way he trips over his words when he’s surprised or nervous or even upset 😭

- “i do. i really do.” MY GOD OH MY GOD FUCK ASHHH AHHH

- and the SIGH after as eddie walks away, the building up the courage to ask more

- THE SAY HIS FACE DROPS WHEN EDDIE ASKS HIM TO WATCH CHRIS OHHH EDMUNDO WHEN I CATCH YOU

- “i keep saying, chris it’s not a video game” “because it’s harder than a video game???” maddie i see you and am so sorry you have to deal with this

- SAME WITH “he’s made an impression in a very short time” “i can see that” LIKE SHE IS SO NOT GONNA BE SURPRISED WHEN BUCK COMES OUT TO HER 😭

- “i don’t think you lie to a child just to ingratiate yourself” bro it’s not that serious i promise

- sorry brb imagining buck asking chris all these questions about tommy and chris going 🤔🤔🤔

- buck being upset that eddie invited tommy to play basketball even though eddie always asks him and he says no bc he doesn’t like it… he’s so me i can’t

- “was there a heart around it?” there might as well been maddie!!!

- peacocking buck we love and hate to see (it’s so embarrassing i have to close my eyes. “maybe we should hoop” sir please stop)

- the pouting OLEASE he’s so

- his smile

- the “evan” throws me off every TIME but also it kindaaaaa

- “what are the odds?” bro chill

- the smile when tommy fists bumps him oh i see you gay boy even if you don’t yet

- “so i’m your basketball beard” brother you don’t even KNOW

- i’m sorry the song that’s playing while they play basketball is “playing with the boys”🤔🤔… the lyrics too “i don’t wanna be obsessed but my desire with the boys” (and YES i am aware it’s a top gun reference, however that movie is also gay is hell and so is this song, moving on)

- tommy cocking his head when buck runs into him like oh my

- poor chim does not deserve to be put in the middle of all of this

- “well you bucked that up didn’t you” :(

- okay this scene between maddie and buck afterwards is actually so important to me, i love their ability to communicate, and how buck openly admits that he doesn’t know if he meant to hurt eddie or not, and that he was angry and lashed out, and maddie’s reaction to it :( “that’s not how you get someone’s attention”

- “i guess i was trying to get his attention” buck is the representative of the “i don’t know why i do the things i do until tons of self reflection after the fact” club, same im the president actually

- i do love that we get to watch him try and figure out why he acts and feels the way he does in real time! even at the end he still doesn’t entirely know until tommy is in his face staring at his lips

- the stutter is back 🫶

- “evan…” STOP THE WAY HE SAYS IT THAT TIME MAKES ME GIGGLE I CANT

- this entire scene drives me crazy btw i can literally pick it apart piece by piece… but the way he smiles throughout it makes my heart go akrjeidjdjsjd

- the chemistry is fucking IMMACULATE btw!! the flirting is so natural and it shows through buck being oblivious about it!! like brother no one stands that close to each other

- buck figuring out how he feels AS he speaks!!! poor boy is trying to catch up as fast as he can

- everything about the “okay” after tommy says “i can teach you”… the smile, the eye squint, the head tilt, like oh my GOD

- the way the tone changes when buck says “good” my GOD, the way his face drops as he comes to the realization that maybe it was about tommy the whole time

- the “cause trying to get your attention has been kinda exhausting” punches me in the gut EVERY TIME I WATCH THIS LIKE FUCK OH MY GOD BUCK LIKES MEN FR? and the way he says it GOD, like i said, he’s literally figuring this out as the words come out of his mouth (“i guess so”)

- okay my ONE nitpick about the kiss scene is that tommy grabs his chin, and then when it cuts it’s the two fingers under the chin, it’s inconsistent and i think i like the chin grab better

- the absolute STUNNED look in bucks eyes after the kiss!!! as the perfect oliver stark put it: he’s found something he’s been missing for a long time

- tommy is so worried in the split second before buck tells him that it was okay

- the wordless nod after tommy asks if it was okay THIS MEANS SO MYCH TO ME

- you can FEEL the sense of relief and wholeness radiating off of buck

- “better than fake mouth static” AKSHSISHS

- his eyes following tommy’s lips as he laughs, and then the brief look down like his whole WORLD has just been turned upside down before tommy speaks again

- i am so fucking here for buck being asked out and being stunned by it

- the stutter again 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

- tommy’s smile as he leaves like tee hee ur kinda cute

- the entire of his expressions at the end. there’s panic, there’s confusion, there’s happiness OLIVER STARK THE MAN THAT YOU ARE !!!!

in conclusion: this is everything i wanted and more, the brain rot is everywhere, i cannot escape this episode

#911 abc #bi evan buckley #evan buckley #tommy kinard #y’all this was just an excuse to get out every thought i had surrounding this in a controlled way #that last scene will live in my brain forever

[devilruin]

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✧ @merakiui ― mera's ingenuity always blows my mind. the way she places little hidden tidbits of information within her works has me scanning every line like a detective (and i adore mysteries!) she has a certain kind of poetic prose that draws me in and wraps itself around my brain.

personal picks : being general lilia's spoil of war (oh to be pitied and protected by the great general himself...) , professor ashengrotto (mmm...a gross misuse of power paired with favoritism always tastes divine) , cat's cradle with childe (reader playing games they can't win... it always seems like a good idea, until its not), hatefully yours with scaramouche (unfortunately reader will always going to be fucked no matter what option they choose) , kaeya and childe as a double yandere team (said it before and i'll say it again, if these two were to actually put everything aside and work together, well, all i can say is good luck), and diluc and kaeya as roommates (also a crazy team and since they're both super volatile, there will likely be some pretty nasty insults flung around on a daily basis)

✧ @mirdance ― kay is just such a joy to be around. their sense of humor and chill vibes always make me feel at ease, and the jokes they make normally have me wheezing with laughter! not to mention their cosplays are top notch! they really put so much of themselves into their works and it shows! each of their pieces have so much soul to them, and i love it!

personal picks : inamorati with pierro (tools need to be used often to be kept sharp, and the way pierro uses reader for his own machinations is just spot on) , heizou first kiss (so cute! i wanna squish his cheeks) , kaeya first kiss prompt (power move: sleep with your crush's crush to see if they're better than you (spoiler: they're not)) , dottore somnophilia (real quick, do you think he'd fuck reader on a bloody experimentation table to torment them once they woke up?) , and all for her majesty with the tsaritsa (on my knees for you, my queen of ice)

✧ @monstrouslyobsessed ― momster is an amazing writer and artist whose works mainly feature supernatural entities. their dedication to their works and the level of detail they put into each piece really makes their works shine! i love them so much and always enjoy seeing new excerpts from their works!

personal picks : his sacrificial lamb (please bite me sir... i am begging...) , i’m your god now (poor reader being passed from god to demon...) , like a moth to the flame (yes... i love it... brb taking notes on how to write because this is so good), yuki onna headcanons (i adore how cunning oyuki is! reminds me of the fact that most people don't realize they have frostbite until it's too late), a holy knight, defiled (all dragons are welcomed with open arms here) , mother’s vessel with jenova (the slice with sephiroth is perfectly timed, and jenova's desperation for freedom is almost pitiful...almost.) , poor unfortunate soul (move over ursula its time for the real witch of the sea!) , and vile affection (do the divine do what's best for the people they're supposed to protect? or do they do what's best for them?)

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[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 21: Shameless

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: NSWF, language, smut, sex, p in v penetration, no condom, biting

* Word count: 3,350ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all!

Special mention: @deanscroissant & @lexixstewart and the couple friends who don’t have tumblr so I can’t tag them, for giving me their honest opinions on the smut because, y’all I blacked out 💀💀😂

Author's note: Oh shit y’all! We’re here! 👀 I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! Pretend in the gif that’s Stella and they’re inside and not in the forest 😅😂. Also please be gentle. This is my first attempt at writing smut and being serious with myself 😂

I’m posting this a day early because I’m nervous and ripping the bandaid off lmao. Also sinful things on a Sunday are a hilarious juxtaposition to me lmao. So feel free to comment or hit my ask box and flail with me lol. Just please be kind. 🤓💛

Stella rutched around in the waiting room chair. Her phone went off with a text from Ryan. Any update on Mr. Dutton?

She and Kayce had been here for quite a few hours. His dad was out of surgery and resting. John's current nurse just told Kayce he was allowed to go back and talk to him for a few minutes. She replied quickly. Out of surgery. Finally able to go talk to him. BRB.

She reached out for Kayce’s hand. “Do you want me to go with you?”

Kayce contemplated. “Sure.” He squeezed her hand and guided her along through the big double doors to the room he was told. When they got to the door, he paused.

Stella turned and checked him out. He hesitated to go in. “Hey,” she reached out for Kayce and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her. “Everything is gonna be okay.” He hid his face in her neck. She gently rubbed his back. She whispered to him. “We’ll go in when you’re ready.”

He let out a hard sigh. “Let’s go.”

The pair walked through the door. They peeked around to the right at John's bed. He looked like he was fast asleep. Stella directed Kayce to the chair next to the bed.

The legs of the chair made a dragging noise and that seemed to perk Kayce’s dad up. “Who the hell is trying to bother me now?” He grumbled.

The friends shared a chuckle. Kayce reached out for his dad’s hand. “It’s just me and Stella, dad.”

“Hey, John.” She announced her presence since his eyes were still partly closed.

“So when did they say I could leave?” John started messing around with his blankets.

Kayce jumped to his feet to try and stop John from getting up. Stella rounded the bed to help on the other side. Kayce instructed his dad. “Woah woah woah. You ain’t leavin’ tonight, that’s for sure.” John still must have been under the effects of whatever medicines they had him on because he stopped fighting against them easily. Kayce smiled at his dad. “We’ll discuss all of that in the morning.”

“Are you going back home?”

“I can stay if you want.”

John looked up at Stella. It shook her, seeing him vulnerable. A memory of her dad floated through. “Stella get him home. I don’t need a babysitter.”

Stella laughed through her nose. “I’ll do my best, sir.” Someone knocked on the door behind them.

“Excuse me guys. Visiting hours are over. The nurses need in here to prepare him for the night.”

Stella approached the nurse. “Can we give them like five more minutes? Then I promise I’ll get us out of your hair.”

The nurse sighed. “Okay, sure. But only five more minutes and I’ll be back.”

“Thank you!” Stella moved to Kayce who was still standing at his father’s bed. “Hey I got you five more minutes. I’ll be right outside the door, okay?” She looked at John. “And you, sir, get to feelin’ better.” There was a gruff chuckle in response. Kayce grabbed her hand before she could leave. The two locked eyes, but didn’t say anything. Stella smiled and Kayce slowly let her hand go to continue talking to his dad.

She walked out of the door and leaned against the wall to wait for Kayce. She had to figure out how to convince the youngest Dutton to leave the hospital for the night. Looking around, she remembered how much she hated being in a hospital. Memories of before she and Ryan ran away came back. All the hospital visits for not only their own injuries, but when their dad got sick. When John had looked up at her from the bed, it was like she saw her dad all over again. She shook her head to clear the thoughts.

Thinking of Ryan, she messaged him back. He’s alright. In as rare a form as ever. I’m gonna take Kayce back to my house, if I can convince him, so he can actually sleep. You need anything?

The team of nurses came around the corner, ready to settle John in for the night. Stella reached behind her and knocked on the door to let Kayce know his time was almost up for the evening. Thankfully he came to the door, smiled politely at the nurses, and grabbed Stella’s hand.

Back out in the waiting room, Kayce sat again with Stella next to him. He still hadn’t let go of her hand. Anyone could see that he was an anxious ball of nerves. Stella rubbed her thumb across his hand. “Kayce?” He looked at her. “Let’s go back to my house.” She said softly.

“Stella, I don't know if I should leave.”

She fixed her glasses with her opposite hand. “I understand your fear of leaving him here. But he’s in the safest place he can be, with the best help in the state. They have your number. They’ll call if they need anything. There’s nothing we can do right now anyway.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “He doesn’t seem like he’s gonna be too much trouble tonight. You need to rest and I guarantee you aren’t gonna do that here.”

She pleaded to him. “My house is closer than the ranch. I’ll even let you use the bed tonight.”

“Okay, but —,” Kayce started saying, but Stella butted in.

“But if they call we’ll leave at the drop of a hat. I’ll also bring you back here bright and early too.” They started to stand.

“Wait, who said you’re driving?”

“I did.” She giggled. “I also still have the keys.” Stella jangled them at him. He tried to swipe them and Stella ran through the main hospital door. He watched her as she dashed for the truck. Kayce laughed to himself because they both knew he’d let her drive.

Ryan answered as Stella clicked her seat belt into place in the truck. Nah, I’m good. You be safe and take care of Kayce.

Stella joked walking into her house. “Man, I feel like this is déjà vu.”

“Stella, it was yesterday.”

She let out a laugh. “Can’t have any fun with you, can I?”

“Now you know that’s a bold faced lie.” Kayce took off his boots and placed his hat on the table.

They both just stood there. Not really sure what step was next. Stella motioned up the stairs. “Well, I guess we should get some shut eye, right?”

“Is this the first time we’re meeting or something?” Kayce smirked.

“Shut up, you doofus.” Stella laughed as the awkwardness dissolved. “C’mon.” She climbed the stairs.

However, once in her room, the bashfulness returned for Stella. Yeah they used to sleep together wherever they fell when they were younger, but being in the same bedroom as Kayce felt different. Now that she thought about it, being in a bedroom with Kayce always felt intimidating in a way.

Stella cleared her throat and offered. “Do you want the same clothes from the last night? I’m sure I’ve got some different ones?” She preoccupied herself picking things up around her room. It wasn’t messy, but there were some articles of clothing she didn’t want him to catch sight of, especially if she could nab them up before she turned the light on. Her cheeks flushed. ‘You really gotta start making sure you utilise the hamper.’

“Nah, the ones from the yesterday will be fine.”

“Okay I’ll go grab them for you.” She stopped herself so quickly she almost tripped. “Wait, where did you leave them?”

“Uhhh…,” Kayce tried to remember where he changed before they left. “I actually think I came up here to the bathroom.”

“Oh! I’ll be right back then. I just put the bedding on like, three days ago. So I can change it if you want, but it should be fine. I only slept on it once. I’ll take the couch tonight.” Stella babbled nervously.

Waltzing out of her bedroom she wanted to hit her own forehead. ‘You're literally acting like you’ve never spoken to him a day in your life. Stop being weird.’ She fixed her glasses and found the clothes where Kayce left them. They were neatly placed on the bathroom counter. She smiled at his manners slipping through. She grabbed them and walked back to her room to give them to Kayce.

“Thank you for —,” she stopped herself when she noticed he wasn’t in the middle of the room anymore where the light from the open door reached. Without a light on in the room, an oversight on her part, she couldn’t see shit. “Kayce?” The lamp on her bedside table painted the room with light.

“Damn!” Stella squinted. “Could’ve given a girl some warning.”

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to blind ya.”

Stella giggled. “It’s okay.” Her eyes focused on him. It was very apparent to Stella that Kayce had something on his mind. He was holding himself back from saying it. In a delicate tone she asked, “penny for your thoughts?”

He eyed Stella up and decided to take the leap. “Would it really bother you if they talked?”

Her head cocked to the side. “Do you mean about us?” Kayce nodded.

She stayed silent for a few seconds. Apparently her reaction to the potential of being caught crossing a line in their friendship still weighed on him. She assumed his thoughts on the matter were the same. To find out they weren’t and he wanted to push that boundary, floored her. Slowly, but surely, she shook her head. “No. They’ve always talked about us, you know that. So regardless of what we do or don’t do, they’re gonna talk. Whether it’s us, or someone else; their jaws are gonna be flappin’ like old ladies on a Sunday in a salon.” The only person she knew she would catch serious flak from would be her brother or Rip. “So no. I don’t care.”

Kayce’s shoulders dropped. Whether it was relief or not, Stella didn’t know. Kayce nodded quickly. He didn’t give her time to figure it out.

He uttered a gravelly, “good,” before he stepped across the room in three long strides to her. He grabbed her face and they collided. Stella unceremoniously dropped the clothes she still had in her hand. She trailed her hands to his sides and pulled him closer while she scrunched his shirt in her hands.

“Fuck, Kayce. What’re we doing?” Stella mumbled against his mouth. Her mind felt like a dense fog had draped over it.

“Are you okay with it?” He brought his head back slightly and touched his forehead to hers. Nervous he’d gone too far.

She said breathlessly, shaking her head forcefully. “Yeah.” Kayce moved his arms to give her more space. Stella leaned into him and wound her fingers in his hair. She brought his face back to hers.

Kayce trailed his hands down her sides. Past her sore side, her hips, and wrapped them around the backs of her thighs. He squeezed and pulled her up. She let out a gasp and she circled her legs around his waist. He braced her and walked to her bed. She tossed her glasses off to the side. ‘I’ll find them in the morning.’

Gently he laid her down, her legs still around him. Looking up at him through half lidded eyes, she smiled and brushed some hair out of his face. Stella was taken back by how Kayce was looking at her with wonder. If she wasn’t already breathless she would have the wind knocked out of her. It was like he was seeing her with new eyes.

He was enamored by her at that moment. Her hair started to come loose and her lips were swollen from all the attention. The way she smiled up at him made him dive back in. “God,” he breathed.

The scratchy feeling of his facial hair gave her arms goosebumps as he chose a spot on her collarbone to pay attention to. Her eyes fell shut. Kayce moved back causing her legs to fall apart and grabbed the hem of her shirt. He gave it a pull upward. He remembered what happened the last time he gave too much exploration to the visible part of her neck, so he would go lower. Slowly the bruise on her side from the bull came into view. He placed several featherlight kisses along it. “No more cowboy poker. Ya hear me?” He examined the large doe and flowers tattoo that was partially covered in a bruise on her side that matched his buck and gave it a kiss.

“Who’s gonna stop me?” She asked playfully while removing her shirt the rest of the way.

Kayce pulled her down to be eye level. “I will.”

“Are you threatening me, Kayce Dutton?” She laughed.

“No, it's a promise.”

Her eyebrows popped up. “Oh really?”

Kayce placed a soft kiss on the left side of her chest and the scar that resided there. “Really.”

The kiss to the sensitive skin made Stella’s eyes flutter closed. He nipped at her collar bone above the scar. Stella let out a sigh. He worked his way down to the top of her pants. He tapped her stomach to gain her focus. When Stella’s heavy lidded eyes met his, there was a silent question of whether she wanted to keep going because there wouldn’t be much turning back they could do after this.

Stella nodded, but knew he needed to hear it. “Yes Kayce.” He smiled up at her and it took her breath away. He worked the belt loose and the button, and gave Stella room to shimmy her pants down far enough that he could yank them farther down. When they got far enough, she kicked them the rest of the way off, underwear included.

Kayce climbed fully on the bed on top of her. She took a moment to appreciate feeling small and safe. Reaching down she grabbed the bottom of his shirt. She pulled it and frowned. “Off please, too many clothes,” she mumbled.

He sat up straight and yanked his shirt off. When he leaned back down Stella grabbed at his torso, wanting to feel his skin beneath her fingers. He wasn’t cut like most people expected cowboys to be. He had a nice layer that made him soft. Stella dug her fingers into his hips at the top of his waistband.

He quickly stood back off the bed. Stella thought she had done something wrong, but realized it was the exact opposite. Kayce desperately made quick work of his jeans and boxer briefs. She scrambled to sit up and took off the black lace bralette that remained of her clothes. She barely had time to register that he sprang free from the hold his boxer briefs had on him before he was crawling back to her. It was apparently now or never.

Her heart pounded in her chest as he trapped her under his body weight. She could feel his hand drift down between them. He stopped at her breasts to give her nipples a quick pinch, which brought out a breathless moan of his name from Stella. His rough fingertips deftly drifted lower to her entrance. They dipped in between her folds collecting the slick that had built up and spread it up to her clit. He gave a few slow circles around it coaxing a moan from Stella. He grabbed his throbbing cock and pumped a few times. He slid himself through her slick and let himself drive home slowly until he felt the resistance of her cervix.

They both moaned, almost in relief, as he slid home. It had been a while since Stella had been with anyone. It was tight on the way in, and that made her feel all the more full. She placed her feet flat on the bed and squeezed his hips with her bent knees. When she did his hips thrusted ever so slightly and made her completely lose all sense and inhibition. She draped her arms around the back of his neck and found his lips and kissed him greedily. “Fuck, Kayce. Please move.”

He dragged his cock out slow, savoring the feeling of her, and then pumped it back in, hitting her cervix every time. Small moans puffed out of Stella’s mouth each time he connected and she bounced. He hit her back wall hard, but at the same angle every time. “Jesus fuck, oh my god.” Her eyes rolled back and shut. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Kayce gave her a quick and hard two taps, ripping her out of her head with a moan. It was almost like he knew.

He locked eyes with her, despite the closeness, and guided her. “Stay with me baby.” If Stella was able to form a cognitive thought, she would have been drooling. He slipped his arm behind her back and scooted her up farther on her bed so she could lay her head on her pillows. He sat up, bracing her legs on his thighs and placed his hands behind her knees. He continued the rhythm but picked up the pace. He bent toward her, bringing her knees with him.

She gasped at the new angle. “Oh shit.” Her hands reached up to grab any part of him she could. She tried to get to his hips to convince him to move faster. “Faster Kayce. Please.”

His hips slammed at a new pace and Stella swore she saw the universe. Small moans of, ‘oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck,’ slipped out of her as her eyes rolled back again. Kayce put her calves on his shoulders and leaned down to kiss her. Stella thought for certain she would combust at how deep she could feel him.

In this position, with every thrust that he gave her he could feel her cunt squeeze him back, almost pleading with him to stay. “Shit Stella,” he whispered against her mouth. “You like that huh?”

“Oh fuck yes.” Stella breathed out. “I’m close Kayce, keep going,” she panted, pleading, “don’t stop.” Kayce was more than happy to oblige and kicked it up a notch. He panted as his hips snapped against hers. Stella grappled to get any sort of leverage as he manhandled her while he focused on chasing that delicious high. He bit roughly at the base of her neck where it connected to her shoulder and a delighted moan released from both of them.

A few more sharp thrusts and both of them shattered. Stella saw stars erupt behind her eyes and she forced them back open to see Kayce. The look on his face was absolute bliss and she felt a swell in her chest. Both of them moaned each other's names, caught on the high tide. They grabbed at each other trying to tether themselves back in reality.

Stella dropped her legs from his shoulders feeling herself twitch every so often. Kayce remained on top of her trying to catch his breath. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed the side of his head.

They laid there, still entangled in each other. Kayce laid on her chest, her hand running through his hair. She felt peace. Stella let out a big yawn.

Kayce encircled her and moved them so they were laying next to each other. Her head and hand were placed on his chest. She remained quiet. Trying to figure out just what the hell had gotten into her. Into both of them, really. There were no complaints from her, but the whiplash was real.

Stella softly tapped his chest. “We should get some sleep.” She said slowly. To Kayce it sounded like she was half asleep already. “We gotta be up early.” Kayce remained quiet. Tilting her head, she glanced up at him.

“You know you don’t have to use the couch anymore, right?” He smirked at her.

He felt her nod. “I know, but I wanna give you your space.”

Kayce pulled a face. “You’re worried about space? I was just inside you. Space went out the window then.” He laughed.

“Okay okay, fine,” she laughed along with him. “You just don’t wanna sleep alone, do you?”

“Maybe.”

“Okay. I’ll stay.” Stella moved her head to get comfortable again. “Can you turn out the light?”

#yellowstone #kayce dutton #yellowstonetv #luke grimes #ian bohen #ryan #kayce dutton fan fiction #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone fanfiction #kayce dutton fanfic

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my personal favorite highlights from the official top gun: maverick script:

meek engineer's name is simon and is dating someone at the pentagon which is how they found out about the drone ranger coming to shut the darkstar project down

"That's...blue sky up there, Mav." "Yeah, but dark blue. Ominous."

mav also called darkstar 'angel' and 'girl' which i'm glad they cut otherwise i would have died in the theater then and there

"Hondo stares at his monitor. He knows his friend well." 🥺🥺🥺

"y'all built one hell of a plane" oh mav ❤️

"For anyone unfamiliar, it’s obvious there is story here - Glory and ghosts." g o d

admiral's aide do you MIND he's having a MOMENT

warlock is described as "an affable, brilliant two-star" hell yeah

i personally think it's hilarious that cyclone was apparently top of his class in '88 but in the script he's in his forties?? even if he's 49 the film takes place in 2019?? that would make him 18 in 1988?? mr mcquarrie sir the math ain't mathing

"Maverick has had about enough of this shit" if that doesn't just sum up both movies

as a macheresin shipper the fact that hangman and coyote were planned as besties from the get-go,,,,,,,my heart is Full

"sorry i couldn't be there" oh ice 🥺🥺🥺

mcq's love for casablanca continues to shine through

penny's dad is alive and retired and still hates mav

"Keepin’ it tight, I see, Phoenix" hangman is such an ASSHOLE i HATE him (affectionate)

bob's description is "human wallpaper" i am DYING

"shit, that's fritz" i DEMAND to know why fritz's arrival elicited that reaction from fanboy!! show me the fritz&b-team daggers cut!!

"Maverick sees a ghost. From this angle, the kid is a dead ringer for Goose, just as gawky and gangly, loving life." and what if i Bawled

MAVERICK REQUESTED HONDO SPECIFICALLY

HONDO WAS GONNA MEET UP WITH A LADY IN RENO WHO IS 'AN ACROBAT' AND 'VERY FLEXIBLE'

"I need at least one person on my side here" MAV

"I'll stand somewhere else" HONDO

mav originally ran the entire class through the contents of the F-18 NATOPS 👀👀👀

in the original script rooster gave hangman his callsign...personally gonna stick with the headcanon that phoenix (if it had to be one of the daggers) was the one who gave it to him, but Very Interesting nonetheless.

rooster calls phoenix 'fee' brb peppering this into All my fics

PHOENIX IS THE MAV OF THE MOVIE CONFIRMED

I DEMAND TO KNOW IF THERE IS FOOTAGE OF GLEN POWELL SINGING 'HOT FOR TEACHER'

genuinely cannot believe mcq wrote this. he is on galaxy tier levels of thinking i could never even hope to reach.

rooster being protective of phoenix you know that's right

theo the yellow lab was originally named "t" in the script,,,,,,,,t for tony scott,,,,,,,,,

"You're a warrior, Ice. A fighter." bury me ALIVE

"(Note: Important we include PILOT POV establishing gray-out in the lead up to G-LOCK)" this script is tighter than a snare drum

"Kinda like your ass depended on it" GET HIS ASS MAV

phoenix and bob refuse to even IMPLY that mav was in any way at fault for them having to eject,,,,,,,,they are Ride Or Die

as a warlock/hondo shipper i am also Delighted they actually got some screentime together

MAV WAS SUPPOSED TO GIVE THE EULOGY AT ICE'S FUNERAL 😭😭😭😭😭

mav and hangman were apparently supposed to talk after mav chose hangman as his wingman but i'm glad that scene got cut because a) showing vs telling and b) hangman is Not emotionally aware or mature enough to say what he says here out loud and you can't convince me otherwise

"Hondo stares at him. Maverick stares back. Something unspoken passes between the two men." and mavhondo shippers everywhere rejoiced

"HONDO squeezes his fist tightly, feeling something crack. He opens his hand to see the crystal of his stopwatch is crushed, the second hand frozen. An omen." HEY MCQ WHAT THE FUCK

"CLOSE ON Hondo, reflecting on his last moment with Mav." see above

"How we gonna get this bag’a ass in the air?" "Just hang on. Cause this bag‘a ass is about to go ballistic."

"Rough Rider, this is, uh...Ghost Rider" *cries in callbacks*

"The minute Hangman touches down, pull the trip wires and have the barricade stanchions ready." (silence) "HE DOESN'T HAVE A GODDAMN TAILHOOK." (OH SHIT FUCK OKAY RUNNING NOW)

lowkey like the parallel between cyclone nodding at mav and hangman and rooster shaking hands. they still don't like each other, but they respect each other a little more now. as the script says, that's enough.

"Among the pictures is one of Goose and Maverick in the bloom of their youth - their whole lives ahead of them." 😭😭😭😭😭

WE WERE ROBBED OF PHOENIX JOINING ROOSTER AND PENNY AND AMELIA AND MAV AT THE HANGAR I REPEAT WE WERE R O B B E D

"TIME CUT as Phoenix holds two model planes, demonstrating air to-air combat to a very interested Amelia." ooooh amelia has a cruuuuuush

"Rooster turns, looks at the make-shift family taking shape in this makeshift home…And he smiles." 😭😭😭😭😭

#top gun: maverick #icemav #maverick mitchell #iceman kazansky #mavhondo #hondo coleman #warlock bates #hangman seresin #phoenix x rooster #brace #all the cuts and rewrites were definitely for the best but this is a solid script if i ever saw one #mcq deserves the oscar for the 'hot for teacher' line alone

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through the hourglass 312. brb x oc

a/n: bada bing bada boomccc(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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How was he going to do this? Should he talk to Cyclone? No he needed proof or else the vice-admiral would toss this away.He sat alone in his bunk, towel on his shoulders since he just left the shower, allowing the solitude to reach his thoughts.

He needed a plan—something concrete to address the growing tension within the squadron. The encounter with Mark had left Rooster with a gnawing sense of unease, and the need for proof became more apparent. Without tangible evidence, any accusation against Mark might be dismissed, and Rooster couldn't afford to let the internal discord persist.

He opened a drawer beside his bunk, retrieving a small notebook and a pen. As he flipped through the pages, he paused at an empty one. Rooster began jotting down his observations, creating a timeline of the incidents involving Mark.

His mind traced back to the encounters in the locker room, the condescending remarks, and the private conversations. Rooster scrutinized each detail, searching for a way to connect him to the breach.

Fuck he was nervous.

He never dealt with stuff like this before. Annoying pilots? Sure. Possible threat that could ruin a lot of lives? Never.

Rooster continued to document his observations, creating a meticulous record of each incident. His thoughts drifted to the cryptic conversation Mark had with McAllister. It was a potential lead, a thread to pull, but Rooster needed to approach it cautiously. He considered talking to McAllister directly, seeking more information without revealing the gravity of the situation.

But he also wanted to make sure McAllister wouldn’t be harmed if he did talk…he rubs his chin, still thinking about what he should do. How do you prove that a pilot, a Lieutenant just like he was, was involved in such a thing?

Rooster's fingers drummed on the notebook as he mulled over his options. The weight of responsibility bore down on him, and he couldn't afford to make a misstep. 

He decided to start with McAllister, someone he trusted and who had inadvertently given him a glimpse into the mysterious conversations. Rooster closed the notebook with a snap, tucking it away, and made his way to find McAllister.

The squadron's common area was relatively empty as most pilots were still wrapping up post-mission tasks. Rooster spotted McAllister reviewing some mission data on one of the computer terminals. Approaching quietly, Rooster cleared his throat to get McAllister's attention.

"McAllister, can I have a word?" Rooster asked, keeping his tone low-key to avoid unnecessary attention.

McAllister turned toward him, after jumping in surprise a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Sure, sir. What's up?"

“Not here, follow me.”Rooster motioned toward a quieter corner of the room, away from prying ears. Once they were a bit secluded, Rooster leaned in, his expression serious. "You mentioned Mark and the breach,what did you get?"

McAllister's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of nervousness crossing his features. He hesitated before responding, "Well, sir, recruit Haltzman and I were talking after the mission, and he seemed... agitated. He mentioned something about the breach, but he didn't go into specifics. I asked him why and…he said that Mark was bothering him about it."

Rooster's brows furrowed as he absorbed the information. "Did Haltzman mention anything else?" Rooster asked, his voice low and focused.

McAllister shifted uncomfortably, glancing around to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "He said Mark was pressuring him to share information about the breach. Haltzman seemed spooked, sir, like he didn't want to get involved. At all."

Rooster processed the revelation, his mind racing with the need to connect the dots. "Did he say how Mark approached him? Any specifics about their conversations?"

McAllister nodded, recalling the details. "Haltzman mentioned that Mark cornered him in the locker room after the mission. He wanted to know if Haltzman had overheard anything about the breach, and when Haltzman didn't give him any answers, Mark got... intense."

“Did he hurt him?"

McAllister shook his head. "No, sir. He just scared him. But he didn't want to say too much. I didn't push him, didn't want to make things worse for him."

"You did the right thing, McAllister. It's crucial to handle this delicately. We need to gather more information before taking any action."

Fuck.

McAllister glanced around, ensuring their conversation remained private. "Sir, I don't want to sound paranoid, but do you think Mark might be involved in the breach somehow?"

FUCK

Rooster sighed, rubbing his eyelids. "I don't know, McAllister. But we can't ignore anything. We need to find out more, discreetly, without tipping our hand."

"I'll keep my ears open, sir. If I hear anything else, I'll let you know," McAllister assured.

"Good. Stay vigilant, McAllister. We can't afford to underestimate the gravity of this situation," Rooster emphasized. "And for now, let's keep this between us. We don't want to create unnecessary panic until we have more concrete information."

McAllister nodded in agreement. "Understood, sir. I'll be careful."

As Rooster walked away from the conversation, his mind raced with thoughts and strategies. The need for evidence became even more crucial, and Rooster realized he had to tread carefully to avoid any potential backlash.

He noticed the Daggers sitting together and he beelined over to his friends, leaning down to the table and muttering a ‘a word?’.  Payback and Jake shared a look before standing up, then Phoenix tried to be as subtle as she could, busying herself with her watch while Bob followed behind them, adjusting his glasses.

Rooster led the Daggers to a quieter corner of the hangar, away from the prying eyes and ears of the squadron. He leaned in, his voice low but firm. "Alright, listen up. I need your observations, discreetly. Something's off with Mark, and it might be connected to the breach."

The Daggers exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from casual to alert. Payback, the intuitive one, spoke first. "What happened, Rooster?"

“Too much.”

Rooster quickly briefed them on McAllister's encounter with Haltzman, emphasizing Mark's suspicious behavior and the potential connection to the breach. If they were surprised…they didn’t show it.

Phoenix crossed her arms, snorting. "I knew it."

“You did?”

“Well…I had a feeling.”

Rooster raised an eyebrow at Phoenix. "You had a feeling? Care to share?"

Phoenix leaned against a nearby crate, her expression thoughtful. "Mark's been acting strange for a while now. I thought it was just the stress of the missions, but if there's something more..." she says, “Besides we wouldn’t do that shit.”

Jake chimed in, his voice low and serious. "...what should we do then?”

Bob adjusted his glasses, a glint of determination in his eyes. "I'll discreetly check the network logs, see if there's any unusual activity that might be linked to Mark. If he's involved in the breach, there could be a digital trail."

Payback crossed his arms, his expression grim. "I'll talk to the recruits, see if anyone else has had strange encounters with Mark. We need to gather as much information as possible."

Rooster nodded, appreciating the initiative of his team. "Be discreet, and don't escalate the situation. We need to find out what's going on without causing a panic. Jake and Nix, what will the two of you do?"

Jake glanced at Phoenix before turning his attention back to Rooster. "I'll keep an eye on Mark during the next mission. See if there's anything unusual in his behavior or actions. If he's involved in something shady, I might be able to pick up on it."

Rooster nodded in approval. "Good plan, Jake. Just stay subtle and don't provoke anything. We need evidence, not confrontation."

Phoenix, her arms still crossed, chimed in. "I'll help Bob." and that was it, “What about you,Rooster?”

Rooster sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I'll talk to Vice-Admiral Simpson. Inform him about the situation without revealing our suspicions. We need his backing if we're going to investigate this properly."

The Daggers dispersed, each embarking on their assigned tasks  and Rooster? Rooster made his way to Vice-Admiral Simpson's office, and he had to elaborate on a few things.

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Beatrice could feel the earth sticking to her gloves as she dug into her garden, digging enough to create a little hole in her front yard so she can plant the newest addition to her plant family: begonias!

It was one of Shells’ gifts…as in the plant she got thinking she’d care for but didn’t, so she gave it to Bea. Shells was still in her house, being a great babysitter for the babies and the dogs by napping on the couch with the twins on her chest and Nicole on her stomach all the while being surrounded by Jack and Eleanor.

Meanwhile, Jolene was lying next to Beatrice’s feet outside, keeping her company.

The sun bathed the garden in a warm afternoon glow as Beatrice continued planting the begonias. She carefully placed each seedling into the soil, patting it gently to secure their place. The occasional chirping of birds, and the distant sound of laughter from down her street made this a perfect day.

Truly.

Rooster was safe while deployed, the kids were safe, she was safe…

Nothing could ruin her day.

“Hello Beatrice.”

Miranda.

Beatrice’s back straightened up like a rod as she kept her eyes forward, clenching the hand trowel tight and not turning around to greet the woman but muttering a “Hello,Miranda.”

Miranda's voice held a peculiar mix of sweetness and a subtle undercurrent that hinted at something unsettling. Beatrice's pulse quickened, but she maintained her composure, focusing on the begonias before her.

"What a lovely garden you have," Miranda commented, her footsteps approaching.

"Thank you," Beatrice replied, her tone polite but distant. She continued to work on the begonias, avoiding direct eye contact.

Miranda, undeterred by Beatrice's reserved demeanor, circled around to face her. Dressed in a flowing, elegant dress that seemed almost out of place for a casual neighborhood encounter, Miranda observed Beatrice with a piercing gaze.

"Begonias,hm?" 

"Yes, begonias," Beatrice replied, trying to keep her voice steady. She could sense Miranda's eyes on her, probing and searching for who knew what. "They're lovely plants."

Miranda smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Lovely indeed. Such delicate flowers, yet resilient. A fitting choice."

Beatrice continued her work, planting the last begonia with a deliberate focus. She saw Jolene move forward and place herself between the two women, with her back against Beatrice’s, keeping her eyes on Miranda.

"How’s Rooster doing in his mission?" Miranda said, her voice carrying a note of feigned concern. "Good?"

“Yep. How’s Mark? Good?”

“Oh, I don’t have to worry about Mark.” Miranda tilted her head, her gaze unwavering. "He’s an amazing pilot,after all."

Beatrice suppressed a sigh, her patience wearing thin. "That's good to hear. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some gardening to finish."

Miranda stepped closer, seemingly unfazed by Beatrice's attempt to create distance. "You know, Beatrice, I've always found gardening to be such a therapeutic activity. A way to nurture and tend to something, watching it grow and flourish."

Beatrice shot her a sidelong glance, her tone cautious. "It is. It helps clear the mind."

Miranda's eyes narrowed, the facade of friendliness slipping for a moment. "Clearing the mind can be a double-edged sword, Beatrice. Sometimes, it's better to confront the things we'd rather avoid."

Beatrice tightened her grip on the hand trowel, her patience fraying. "I'm not avoiding anything, Miranda. Now, please, I'd like to be alone."

Miranda's smile returned, as if she hadn't just veered into unsettling territory. "Of course, dear. I won't keep you. Just remember, should you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. We're neighbors, after all."

Beatrice licked her lips, then tilted her head “...you know Miranda.” she looks up at the woman, Jolene’s head turning to look at Beatrice, “...Rooster is a great pilot too.”

Miranda's expression remained calm, but there was a subtle tension in her posture. "Of course, Beatrice. Rooster is indeed skilled. But sometimes, skill alone isn't enough to navigate the challenges life throws at us."

Beatrice shot her a quizzical look, her suspicions growing. "What challenges are you talking about, Miranda? "

“Well I–’

“Do you know our challenges Miranda?” Bea stood up, placing a hand on Jolene’s head when the pittie tried to move forward “Do you know what me and Rooster went through before?”

Miranda's facade faltered, a flicker of discomfort crossing her features. Beatrice's direct question seemed to catch her off guard, and for a moment, the poised demeanor cracked.

"Beatrice, we all have our struggles," Miranda replied, her voice attempting to regain its previous composure. "I meant no offense. I only offered an ear should you ever need to share your burdens."

Beatrice crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she studied Miranda."I appreciate the offer, Miranda, yet again" Beatrice said, her tone measured. "But I don’t understand what you want here, you think I’m not aware? Do you think I’m dumb?"

Miranda's composed facade wavered further, and a subtle bead of sweat formed on her forehead. Beatrice's direct confrontation seemed to have rattled her, and she took a step back, her eyes momentarily avoiding Beatrice's probing gaze.

"Beatrice, you misunderstand me," Miranda said, her voice a touch strained. "I never implied—"

Beatrice raised an eyebrow, unyielding. "Then what did you imply, Miranda? You come into my garden, talking about challenges, offering an ear. What's your game?"

Miranda took a steadying breath, attempting to regain control of the conversation. "There's no game, Beatrice. I'm merely expressing neighborly concern. We're part of the same community, after all."

‘Are we?”

It was like a vocal slap against Miranda who just stared flabbergasted. “It’s the…fourth time you say stuff like that, and honestly, I don’t buy it. I don’t like how you think I should flaunt Rooster’s abilities against Mark, I know that’s your plan.”

"Beatrice, I assure you, there's no ulterior motive. I'm here as a concerned neighbor," Miranda stammered, her eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route.

"Concerned neighbor, my foot. I–” she pauses, “...I love Rooster. I love him. And he’s not a trophy I toss around…he’s my husband, he’s the one man I’d break bones for…his happiness and wellbeing are what matter to me…so if you are here trying to…I dunno, be weird, you should go.”

Miranda's attempts at maintaining composure fell apart like a house of cards in a gust of wind. Beatrice's raw honesty, fueled by her love for Rooster, had dismantled any facade Miranda had tried to construct. The air between them crackled with tension, and Miranda, for the second time, seemed genuinely unnerved.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Beatrice. I'm not here to—"

"Don’t lie to me," Beatrice cut in, her eyes unyielding. "I can see through the act. Whatever game you're playing, it won’t work. Rooster and I have been through enough. We don't need someone stirring up trouble."

Miranda's eyes darted around again, searching for a way to salvage the situation. The serene facade she usually wore had crumbled, revealing a woman who was uncomfortably out of her depth.

Beatrice took a step closer, her gaze unwavering. "I love my husband, Miranda. He means the world to me. I won't let anyone jeopardize our peace."

Miranda swallowed hard, a nervous tic playing on her features. "Beatrice, you're misunderstanding. I have no intention of causing any trouble. I—"

"Save it," Beatrice interrupted, her tone firm. "I don't know what your game is, but I won't entertain it." Beatrice turned away, focusing her attention back on the begonias. Jolene, sensing the tension, remained vigilant by Beatrice's side, her eyes never leaving Miranda.

Miranda, flustered and off-kilter, struggled to regain control of the narrative. "Beatrice, I assure you, there's no ill will. I'm only here to—"

"You've said enough," Beatrice replied, her voice unwavering. "I think it's best if you leave now."

Miranda hesitated, her eyes flickering with a mix of frustration and anxiety. "I—"

"Now," Beatrice reiterated, her gaze piercing.

Miranda, realizing the futility of the situation, nodded reluctantly. She turned on her heel and made a hasty exit from Beatrice's yard, leaving behind a trail of unresolved tension. Beatrice watched her go, shoulders finally relaxing as she just allowed herself to drop on the soft dirt…and groan out.

She’ll have to talk to Rooster.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

[savimatteo2810]

The Chain playing Minecraft HCs

Time - The only one with a house. He has a huge wheat farm, a bunch of animals, a bunch of dogs, he’s having such a good time. However, he has no idea how the game works and he’s walking around really awkwardly because he still hasn’t learnt the controls. Minding his own business, forgets the crafting recipes all the time and honestly just there for a good time. He’s enjoying himself. Get this man a fishing rod, because he will loose his mind when he realises he can fish in game as well.

Legend - Stealing from everyone. “Hey, has anyone seen my diamonds?” someone asks. “No, sorry.” Legend replies while wearing a full set of diamond armour he definitely did not have a few minutes prior. He’s very mediocre at the game, but he built a house and now he’s preoccupying himself by just... stealing everyone’s riches. Doesn’t usually play the game, so he gets bored very quickly. Terrorises the villagers as a result of this. Don’t give him a flint and steel, he's the griefer of the group. Killing Twilight’s minecraft animals, probably.

Wild - Speedrunning the game. He disappears in the first five minutes and they don’t see him for hours. The only idea they have of what he’s doing is the achievements popping up in the chat box. Like, oh looks like he’s getting stone, iron, oh he deflected a skeleton’s arrow- WAIT, NOW HE’S IN THE NETHER? BLAZE RODS? He’s killed the dragon, now. Next time they see him he has full netherite and the dragon egg. Sir. How have you done this.

Hyrule - Having mad internet issues. Lagging in and out of the game. Every movement looks like he is floating, and his mic? Shambles. Terrible. When his game isn’t running at five frames a second, he’s getting himself lost in caves and mines. Usually, he spends most of their gaming sessions wrestling his internet connection to let him play for more than two seconds at a time. “Brb, gonna go kick my router” or “I need a better laptop” are common things to hear from him.

Wind - Dying every five seconds. Wind? He's been playing the longest out of everyone so he probably knows the most. Knows all of the spawn mechanics, knows a lot of strange trivia, knows what blocks look good together. Can he actually use any of this knowledge? NO. He’s the wiki of the group, but he’s still kind of terrible at the game. He’s been dying to the same group of mobs for ten minutes. He’s so sick of everything. He’s having such a bad time. Please help him. 

Sky - Currently living with Time. Very new to and pretty bad at the game, but doesn’t really care. He’s having a good time. He keeps saying he’ll make a house but they all know he won’t. He wants a bunch of parrots, so he spends four hours transporting a bunch of them back to Time’s house. And then Wind tells him to feed them a cookie. Cue Sky crying. Minding his own business as well, him and Time keeping the entire server fed with that wheat farm since he’s usually the one tending to it because he has nothing else to do. Happy to just walk around and talk with his friends while not doing anything.

Warriors - Living in a village, but like, nicely. He’s building walls around it, he’s killing mobs, he’s just improving a village. Replants all their crops, kicks Legend out when he’s terrorising the villagers, all that good stuff. Anyway, he finds a horse and it’s all over when he gets a saddle. Honestly, no one has seen him for a while, he’s literally just been in this one village building it up, it’s actually a little bit impressive. Probably the best builder out of all of them. Surprisingly bad at PVP.

Twilight - Tripping into all of the dangerous areas and dying. Nether? Didn’t know what it was, ended up dying in lava. Cave? Placed a torch on gravel, fell to his death. Deep Dark? Found the Warden. Never going in a cave again. He is just really clueless to what’s going on. Fairly decent at building, but aside from that? Hopeless. Though he does love the goats. And the dogs. And the cats. Probably has the most pets out of everyone and no one quite knows why, since he doesn’t even have a house for himself. Makes a grave for every animal he has that dies. 

Four - Destroying everyone’s peace. He tried to play the game normally at the beginning, but he died and lost everything so he gave up. Now, he’s just wrecking any semblance of peace anyone has. Surprisingly good at trapping people. He has made... so many traps. Everyone is so cautious around things he builds because there is a 90% chance he has trapped it. Really good with redstone and the technical stuff, which no one else can even comprehend because “A comparator does WHAT.” His base would be full of little mechanisms for everything if he actually had one lol 

#lu wind #lu wild #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu sky #lu four #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu time #linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe headcanons #why am i this way #tag yourself im wind and hyrule

[pandasmagorica]

15 Day QL Challenge: Day 7: Fave Villain

Here's the full list of challenges

Okay, this is a tough one. When I think of villain, I immediately think of Bright or Plern from Together With Me. But I don't like them, so can't really consider them a fave.

Then there's Piak, the drug runner and theater owner in 10 Years Ticket. I like him, but 10 Years Ticket isn't a QL, even though there's a very minor QL subplot.

And most of the QLs I gravitate toward don't have villains. So the pickings are few and far between. I'd have to go over my list with a fine tooth comb to even find a villain. So to find a villain I love?

So let me do that. BRB.

Okay, actually a lovable villain would be someone who starts out as a villain and winds up as one of the main pair. Enemies to lovers is often a winning couple, and when it's not just that they're enemies but actually evil, that's even better.

So, I'm reluctantly going to have to cross off Jiu from To Sir With Love from the candidate list. While he starts out as a hired killer, he's doing it under duress because he needs the "medicine" from Ma.

Then there's Tang Yi and Jack from History 3: Trapped. Tang Yi is a gang boss and Jack is a hired killer. I'd lean toward Jack. Tang Yi is trying to get the gang out of the crime business, so not a full fledged villain. And Jack is so much fun. I'm going to put Jack on the candidate list.

Kiseki: Dear to Me has so many possibilities: Jerui, Chen Yi, Ai Di, and the gay uncles. Love? No question: Ai Di.

I'm struggling with this. To be a true villian, they have to be acting in opposition to the main couple, and this doesn't apply to Trapped or Kiseki. Glad the OP intended this to be flexible.

So I'm going with Ai Di because I love him.

#pandasmagoricaBLChallenge2k24 #pandasmagorica #BLChallenge2k24 #yaoi #thai ql #thai bl #taiwan ql #taiwan bl #history 3: trapped #kiseki: dear to me #together with me

[count-alucard-tepes]

Headcanons for my One Piece hotties: Drunk texts they send to their S/O

Kizaru✨

Kizaru: baby, when I get home I want kisses and to love with all my very essence! You are the best thing that ever happened to me and the shining light in my life. I don’t know where I’d be with you and I appreciate everything you to do for me!😍😍😍

S/O: are you drunk?

Kizaru: 🤔 how’d you know?

S/O: ⬆️⬆️⬆️

Akainu🌋

Akainu: I’m amgry

S/O: You’re supposed to be having fun with your friends, babe

Akainu: Kizaru is dancing on a pole and Aokiji is throwing money at him. I’m too pure for this.

S/O: babe, take a video! Right now

Akainu: I can’t…I’m laying on the floor and looking at the stars…they remind me of you when you’re all happy and cute

S/O: BABE! VIDEO PLEASE!?

Ryokugyu 🌱

Ryokugyu: if this was my last night alive, I would spend it cuddled up to you and not my plants I promise

S/O: omg, are you drunk!? Where are you?

Ryokugyu: oh man, one thing I was in a pub with the guys…next thing I know is I was sitting on a bridge with a bottle in my hand..and someone’s walking stick…I think I beat someone up or won this walking stick in a drinking game…either way…your man is a winner 🥇

S/O: omg share your fucking location!? I’m calling Kizaru rn!

Sir Crocodile 🐊

Crocodile: grrrr I’m a crocodile, I bite *nom nom*

S/O: …what in the actual hell? Did someone steal this phone? Also he can’t text with one hand so it’s definitely stolen

Crocodile: I’m using the voice to text thingy…if I was a real crocodile would you love me?

S/O: fuck no, that’s weird

Crocodile: What! This is why I’d eat you if I was a real crocodile

S/O: pretty sure you eat me regardless of being a crocodile or not 😏

Crocodile: wait…was that a dirty comeback? Daddy’s coming home

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

Doffy: I’ve decided

S/O: on what? And where are you btw?

Doffy: you are the chosen one! And you shall bear my heir!

S/O: deal

Doffy: 😭😭😭 really baby, you’re gonna have my babies?! Omg I’m gonna be a mom

Doffy: I mean a dad

Doffy: I can’t stop crying

Doffy: halp me

Benn Beckman 🔫

Benn: I think my aim is better when I’m drunk, want to see?

S/O: that’s not a good idea, come home rn

Benn: babe, you were right…I accidentally shot Shanks while we were drinking and we have to go to the hospital

Benn: I’m a supportive husband

Benn: I meant first mate! Not husband!

Benn: babe, don’t be mad! I didn’t mean it like that…I panicked and texted…also the cops are here

Benn: bail me out of jail, please

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

Katakuri: babe, someone put something in my drink…I swear I just had one and now…I’m all shakey and shit

S/O: oh no! Love, just drink some water. I’m on my way

Katakuri: nah, I’m gonna find my brothers and kick their asses first

Katakuri: I found them and threw them into the river nearby lol

Katakuri: ah shit, I forgot they can’t swim…I have to go save them brb

Katakuri: omg, Y/N, it’s Smoothie, we had to fish big bro out of the water…come to the hospital asap

Killer🔪

Killer: I think I’m gonna stop wearing my mask and just embrace myself

S/O: baby, did you have too much liquid courage?

Killer: babe, someone said I looked like a Barbie so I beat him up

Killer: so apparently there’s a guy Barbie called Ken and he thought I looked like that…I thought he said I looked like a girl

Killer: okay I felt bad so I sang I’m a Barbie girl for karaoke for him…he’s a fan I guess..also I don’t want him to have me arrested

Killer: omg babe he’s a marine, I’m fucked …call Kidd…I need help

Kaido🐉

Kaido: 👁️ ❤️🫵

S/O: you discovered emojis, love?

Kaido: 🙈

S/O: everything alright?

Kaido: need booze…send help

King👑

King: would you love me if I was a worm?

S/O: omg what is this shit?

King: answer the question, Y/N

S/O: yes, I would

King: I had a bet with Queen that you would said no…I have to drink 5 bottles of tequila.

S/O: oh no…are you okay?

King: babe, I started breathing fire?! Did you know I could do that! I also fell over and can’t get up…everyone else is on the floor too…I feel so old rn

King: well at least I know you’d love me as a worm

King: also I lost my mask so I’m the one of the floor with the bag on my head

King: Queen drew a grumpy face on it so you know it’s me…it has a crown too

Queen👑

Queen: zoom zoom zoom zoom

S/O: getting lit, baby?

Queen: you know it, I think I can stage dive this time

S/O: omg no babe! That’s not a good idea!

Queen: babe, I did it…and I’m in the hospital now… hurt my back…but I saved my beer babe! I’m awesome!

#ooc #one piece #one piece kizaru #borsalino kizaru #one piece akainu #akainu sakazuki #aramaki ryokugyu #ryokugyu one piece #katakuri charlotte #katakuri one piece #sir crocodile #one piece crocodile #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo donquixote #doflamingo one piece #killer one piece #kaido one piece #king one piece #queen one piece

[everythingbutresolved]

I got half a sunstroke today and I'm a sadly moping at home so I thought of keeping myself entertained:

The Day Father Pruitt Took Up Running ✝️

The early morning sun stretched its golden fingers across Crockett Island, casting a warm glow over the quaint, sleepy village and awakening its inhabitants to another day of secrets and whispers. Father John Pruitt, the Catholic priest with the air of mystery about him, was out and about, strutting along the beach like a man with a secret to keep.

Oh, my dear, DEAR friend!

I miss you SO much since you went home. Did you have to leave me so soon? It's only July and there's another full, excruciating, hot and BORING month before school starts again. How dare you leaving your best friend alone! Shame on you! 

Yes yes I got my books, thanks for them, and remember you promised to send me more when you get home, or...I won't tell you the big news.

...ok you got me, I'm gotta spill the tea 'cause I can't keep this to myself any longer! Remember that mysterious Catholic priest you liked so much, Father Pruitt, here on ol' Crockett? You kept saying no way he's a real priest he's too good looking...Well, you won't believe what's been going down lately. Ok, I'll try to describe it the best I can. Close your eyes (well not really, silly) and imagine: 

In the hazy light of the dawn, the island's secrets whispers softly as the ocean waves kiss the shore...LOL I know you hate cheesy romance stuff, I'll cut it short. 

Well, he is a tall drink of water, that John Pruitt remember? With a shock of raven-black curls that tumbles down his broad shoulders like a river of midnight. His honey eyes hold a glint of mischief that makes the ladies swoon and the men raise an envious brow....

ok ok I'll stop it. 

And today, he was doing something unexpected – he was jogging! 

Now, let me tell you, that man could make a burlap sack look good, but this morning, he was sporting these green lycra shorts that hugged every inch of his...toned derriere (!) like a second skin.

O-M-G 

He'd clearly been hitting the gym or doing some secret ninja training because those muscles were cut like a goddamn Greek statue. The ladies and gents alike were getting an eyeful, and they couldn't help but blush like school kids caught peeking through a keyhole. I think I saw mom getting an eyeful when he passed by our house - she fumbled with her keys a little too long l, while I was enjoying the show from my bedroom window.

But he wasn't just flaunting his legs, no sir. Father Pruitt had decided to ditch the shirt too, revealing a chiseled chest that looked like it could bench-press a bull. And wouldn't you know it, he'd tied that shirt around his head like some kind of bandana-wearing Casanova. It was like he'd gone from holy man to beach heartthrob in the blink of an eye. As he passed by the shop, the ocean breeze carried a hint of salt, mingling with the intoxicating scent of his masculine cologne, leaving a trail of enchantment in its wake. 

His skin, kissed by the sun and glistening with a sheen of sweat, invited the gentle caress of the ocean's breeze. A small, silver crucifix dangled at his neck, an alluring contrast against the expanse of his smooth, tanned skin.

I just re-read everything and...I need a pause. Brb shortly.

Back with some ice tea.

Well now, and that wasn't even the best part. Oh, no! He had this brand new contraption strapped to his hip – a walkman! You would think is was impossible, right? A priest! Well, he had one, and he was jamming out to God knows what, but you could see the rhythm of the music in the way he moved. It was like he was dancing to a beat only he could hear, and it was damn hypnotic. 

The rest of the day wa a MESS. The whole island was buzzing with rumors and gossip, like a bunch of hens in a henhouse. Everyone was wondering what had gotten into Father Pruitt. Some said he was possessed by the spirit of an ancient warrior, others thought he'd joined some kind of secret cult. But truth be told, no one really knew the man's secrets, and he wasn't about to open the sack to us.

As for me, I couldn't stop watching the show. There was something magnetic about the way he moved, like a predator on the prowl, and I found myself drawn in like a moth to a flame. But as much as I wanted to get closer, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. 

Let me tell you: there is a darkness lurking beneath that charming exterior, and I wasn't sure I wanted to delve into that murky territory.

So here I am, torn between desire and caution, watching from the sidelines as Father Pruitt struts his stuff on the beach like a man with the devil in his pocket. I reckon I'll keep my distance for now and let the island gossips do their thing, but who knows what the future holds? One thing's for sure – Crockett Island ain't never been the same since our enigmatic priest took up jogging.

P S. (Remember those books!)

2. Babe, thanks SO MUCH for the books, I think I'll start with the French one, looks juicy ❤️

Well, let me tell you, the enigma of Father Pruitt only deepens with every passing day. It seems that behind those honey eyes and that mesmerizing charm lies a man wrestling with secrets and desires that even the island can't decipher. The walkman he carries? Its melodies secreted in his ears, only adds to the mystery. What does he listen to as he runs, I wonder? Perhaps music that matches the pounding of his heart, the rhythm of his desire, or perhaps even the yearnings of his own hidden soul and...and...

See, I'm turning into a goddamn romance chick already. Shush me. But now, the gossip: 

You see, for the past (few) year(s?), Father Pruitt has been caught in the clutches of an unrequited (we think) love. Nobody knows who this mysterious "someone special" is, but the island is rife with rumors. Some say it's a long-lost love from his past, while others whisper that it might be an otherworldly muse that has captured his heart. Whatever the case may be, it's clear that this unrequited affection has left him moping and maybe indulging a bit too much in that... holy wine.

But while his heart may be heavy, his sermons are nothing short of divine. The whole island treats him like their "special" person, all brawn and no brains - you know we've never been really *churchy* here beside one or two devoted families - but they can't deny the wisdom that flows from his lips. He may be easy on the eyes, but he's got a soul that's as deep as the ocean, and the island can't help but keep an eye on him.

Beverly Keane, the woman who handles everything for him, from keeping the church clean to managing his appointments and finances, thinks she's got him wrapped around her finger. She's a piece of...well you get me. And truth be told, she wouldn't mind getting a little more than she bargained for from the handsome priest. After all, he's a snack, and who could resist a taste? Duh...

But there's more to Father Pruitt than meets the eye (and that's a LOT!). He may be a bit slow on the uptake when it comes to romantic advances (well, priest), but he's fiercely devoted to two things: God and his secret love. And let me tell you, it's a secret that's locked away tight. 

He likes flowers, did I tell you that? He picks some every goddamn day and brings them to his cabin - you know, the little house behind the church - and with the emergence of his morning jogs, a new facet of Father Pruitt has come to light. Not only is his our prohibited heartthrob (eheh), but he's also taken up carpentry like a man possessed. After his invigorating run, he spends the rest of the day fixing things around the church. From patching up the rooftop with the help of some local boys (Julius and Earl mostly) to mowing the yard shirtless when no one's watching (sure man), he's become a man of action, a handyman who can make even the toughest task look like a breeze.

The island may see him as a bit of an oddity, a priest who spends more time outside fixing things than he does inside praying. But let me tell you, there's a profound beauty in the way he connects with the world around him. He may be a man of God, but he's also a man of the earth, working with his hands and pouring his heart into every task. 

I think they want to put him on Crockett's brochure and promote it as a local attraction on the mainland. 

I'm not saying I was the one who suggested it. 

So, my dear friend, the mystery of Father Pruitt continues to deepen with every day that passes. Love, desire, and devotion swirl around him like a tempest, and the island can't help but be drawn into the storm. But one thing's for sure – whether he's jogging along the beach or mending the church's rooftop, Father Pruitt has become more than just a priest; he's become a force of nature, and I'm truly happy to witness this miracle. 

Hamfam, it's too hot to think, do it for me

#hamfam #Hot Father Summer #he's def listening to Madonna #hamish linklater #midnight mass #John Pruitt #John Pruitt before he became Father Paul #John Pruitt On The Beach

[commando-rogers]

I was writing abt this in the tags of a post from @neil-gaiman but I’m having too many thoughts I need to put them in a post because mister Gaiman sir this is absolutely brilliant and I love it.

Aziraphale is reading a tale of two cities!! and my immediate thought was “ok what does this mean” because I love the little Easter eggs and symbolism artists put in. first thought was of course two cities = heaven and hell which is just objectively fucking hilarious thank you Mr Gaiman. It was the best of times it was the worst of times it was the end times?????

I’m not the most familiar with the novel but I know it deals in part with the French Revolution/the bastille which is also very funny re: the episode 3 cold open. Again not super familiar though so anyone is welcome to shed more light on this and if there’s more there than my sensible chuckle (as I’m sure there is)

BUT I looked up the entire first paragraph/sentence to see the rest of it and oh my god.

“…it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness…”

“…we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way…”

“…in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”

Charles Dickens does Good Omens. I’m losing my mind this is so hilariously spot on to the themes of Good Omens, of COURSE the poster features Aziraphale reading it. I LOVE this. He even seems to be near the very beginning, with a page near the very beginning marked???

I love tiny little details like this that are so easily missed but clearly had so much thought put into them by the creator. Kudos to Neil Gaiman and anyone involved with creating the poster who added this lovely little detail. I’m sure I’m not the first to catch onto this but just noticed it and it made me incredibly happy!!!! Of course I’ll have to go back and scour the rest of the poster later for more I can’t wait- already seeing Catch-22 on the bookshelf too oh my GOD I can’t even dive into picking apart all that means right now. Treasure island and pride and prejudice- oh my GOD pride and prejudice!!! If that isn’t Aziraphale and Crowley to a T!!!!! (not familiar w treasure island someone please feel free to take that and run with it.) Also why is there a camera what’s that saying hm. And are all 3 hands (hour minute second) on the clock pointing to 6 because that’s fucking HILARIOUS

@neil-gaiman if you happen upon this post just know you and any other artists involved made my symbolism-loving heart very happy with this poster!! brb gotta go ponder all of the Aziraphale/Crowley-Elizabeth Bennet/Mr. Darcy parallels

#good omens #LOVE me a good cultural reference that reveals deeper symbolism about the material referencing it #hm I gotta go rewatch season 1 and pay attention to the leitmotifs. see what we find there #mr Gaiman if you see this thank you so very much for all you do to make people happy with your art and your time!!!

[lovebrushed]

girlie imagine alkaid taking u out on a date…. he’d have flowers, a cafe to meet up at… & ur favorite movie/show downloaded on his laptop as u scoot closer to him in a tiny seat by the cafe’s window, holding his hand unconsciously before the opening credits….. and when he realizes he chokes on his drink.. then pulls away to hold ur hand in his….. before squeezing & caressing ur knuckles with his thumb the whole time…… & he doesn’t let go until u offer to watch the rest of it at it home………

HAND OVER MY MOUTH I LOVE SIR ALKAID MCGRATH HES MY LITTLE POOKIE SCHMOOKIE PIE. i need him to be real i will literally pull him out from inside my phone if i have to. performing a c section on my phone rn brb 🏃‍♀️💨

#snookums #I SAW THIS SO LATE IM SO SRY #I DIDNT GET THTE NOTIF IM GNA GRGRGAHAHHHHHHHHH #i was like contrmplating writing smthn for this actually #maybe in the future #lovebrush chronicles x reafer

[rodolfoparras]

honestly that was definitely me with watersports.

i was pretty skeptical towards it but im not a guy that really judges people because of kinks like that, but then i read a goddamn price fic with it?!? it snapped something inside of me like Huh.... wait... that's kinda... 😮🤭

props to that author sadly i can't remember the fic name nor the author but it awakened Something, idk what but Something

continuing on the mommy kink thing, for me a big part of it is being able to make someone so cute and fucked out, but in a very soft dom way that they see you like that it's SO RHSJDB (imagine me rolling around giggling)

Ugh im a sucker for cuddling so having him hug you tightly, head buried into chest being all like "love you mommy..." and then you let out a little laugh with a deep but soft voice, your cock still inside him because he needs the comfort and just won't let you go for anything!!!

I Am Thinking (a lot)

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This was the same case for me with watersports!!! Omg but I’m keeping the fandom anonymous since my friend shames me for that fic til this day BUT ITS A GOOD FIC

Dw sugar!!! But I do wanna say I was planning on posting a watersports fic with price so keep ur eyes open for that🫶🏻

U GET IT I’m a soft dom too and don’t get me wrong I love being called daddy and sir but these titles are constantly used and accepted but a man calling another man mommy is taboo and somehow the act becomes very sacred and precious it’s like ultimately opening yourself up to ur dom anyway I love it sm

ALSO YES UES UES DEAR GOD U JUST POPPED A THOUHTN IN MY HEAD BRB

#alec answers #🌷anon