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thekatebridgerton · 2 years

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I was thinking about something, Anthony got the chance to do a ROYAL MESS and quite much got away with it bc there wasn't real consecuenses for his actions, I mean, if he can do that, are the stakes for Benophie no longer that big? if the queen is gonna forvige anything you do no matter how big and scandalous then what would stop them?

to see my thoughts on the Kanthony comment anon, see my previous post.

I'd like to like to point out that Netflix isn't known for staying faithful to the source material anyway, so they can make up as many stakes as they want for the Benophie season. It's what they did for the Kanthony season and what I fully expect them to do for the Polin season. As in, dramatize as much as possible the consequences of them being together as an excuse for having the couple share very little screen time.

Maybe this time, instead of Sophie just being illegitimate and a maid, the show will dramatize Araminta's accusation of Theving as big as possible. So now, the problem isn't that Benedict is marrying a commoner, it's that he's contemplating marrying a thief running from *puts on reading glasses* Araminta and the queen?

Maybe Sophie stole something from the queen. Yeah. that would raise the stakes.

But don't worry, even if she's illegitimate, or a commoner, or a thief, or murdered Cavander on her way out. We can always count on Queen C handing out royal pardons like they're nothing. But only after the couple suffers quite a lot for the viewers entertainment and pleasure.

Who knows, maybe for the Benophie season, it will be the king handing out the royal pardon in one of his moments of lucidity. Maybe she's discovered to be the illegitimate child of one of his beloved female relatives who disappeared for some mysterious reason. And Ben and Sophie can now live happily ever after with cero consequences for their shenanigans.

Lets admit it, we all want our main characters to be happy no matter into how much trouble they get. I don't see the problem with having the queen as basically a magic fairy that waves away everything bad at the end of the season. I try not to think about it too much because I understand that Bridgerton only has so much ammount of screentime to resolve a plotline before a small plot hole becomes a storyline error.

If my favorite characters actually suffered consequences, then Bridgerton would be *shudders* realistic...

Which is something nobody wants to see in the show where women wear plastic tiaras and 21st century makeup to a regency ball. Does it bother me a little bit that Eloise could rock up to a neighborhood even her servants were afrid of, wearing her gucci best without consequences? yes it does. But that situation also bothers me in the Titanic, where rose and jack dance among the commoners without a care of the fact that Rose wealthy outfit is attracting stares. That doesn't make me enjoy the Titanic any less.

Does it bother me that Thomas got away with ruining Hanna and Colin's wedding at the last minute when he declared his love for Hanna in Made of Honor? Well, yes, a little bit, if the movie had been made for realistic purposes, Thomas would have paid Colin and his family all they invested in that wedding that never was. I mean, come on, if the guy spoke up sooner Colin and Hanna could have gotten the venue deposit back (were venue deposits still a thing in 2008?). That doesn't mean I don't enjoy and laugh at Patric Dempsey every single time he tries to pull off some mad scheme to get Hanna's attention.

That sentiment also applies to Edwina and Anthony's wedding. And I really hope that off camera Anthony offered to pay the queen back all she invested in the cake, the venue, the caterers and the music. But that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the fact that Kate and Anthony got away with things scot free, since I as the viewer want to see the happy ending anyway, even if the plot device used to get the happy ending is flimsy and poorly executed, as it was with Queen Charlotte's royal 'they can do whatever they want because they are inlove' decree.

If I wanted realism I would be watching the news. Now bring back the days where Marvel Superheroes didn't die please. I miss black widow. Not every screenwriter needs to be George RR I-kill-you-faves-for-shock-value Martin (JK, we love you GRRM, please finish Winds of WInter)

My point is, don't let stuff like that ruin your enjoyment of a show that's perfectly good on its own. Bad writing and all, Bridgerton is fun to watch.

And that's the tea

#bridgerton #stakes #and shock value #bold of you to assume I want my shows to have stakes #no #the more unrealistic the better the writing gets #at least when it comes to romance #not when it comes to riverdale

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fictionkinfessions · 1 year

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it's been a while, mm?

promise i didn't disappear forever, haha! merely a busy, busy life. and... hm.

more of the bears have been ascending. this is good-- i am past my initial distress in the belief i wasn't good enough for them anymore. quite embarrassed i ever felt that way. but... it also comes with the realization that things will one day close. and of course i will never stop visiting them! but... one day, they will all be at peace.

so. i thought to make this. forgive me in advance for its length. i doubt any of them are out there as it is. but... i wish to say how i feel no matter what.

charlotte of pine. you are forgiven. despite all you did, you are utterly forgiven. and you meant a lot to me when you were alive, a small scout trooping around the island, lending a hand to whoever needed it, even if it was through unsavory methods. you learned what you did wrong. i forgive you. we all do.

jeremy of gruffle. you have nothing to be sorry for anymore, small workshopper. you made mistakes. but who didn't? you were loved. you are loved. i love you. you are stellar. let nobody tell you otherwise.

billweather of snout. captain! i do hope you're doing better now, you silly bird! ah, you'd hate if you heard me say that... haha. you are a special little spirit, so unique in your brand of... well. what kept you tethered. and you improved so much! i am very proud of you. i always was. keep your head high, seagull.

patrice of furbac. i imagine you're working just as hard as you always were on the island, haha! it was admirable, your way of trooping on through rain and snow! i aspired to be just as passionate as you. you loved flowers. i always thought you were wonderous. my friend in this life likes you quite a bit, too! heh. but rest assured, you are allowed to take a break. i miss you.

francesca of claw. your books were such a breakthrough to me when i found you had them. literature was a rare gift in my time, so to see you reading it so freely, with such passion...! i critiqued it for not holding words of the holy spirits back then, but truly, i found it a breath of fresh air. remarkable! your craft was such a sight to behold, too. i quite miss seeing it from across the island. you'd love the stories in this new world. there are so many i want to show you.

allison of fisher! are you better at baking in this life? i personally enjoyed your treats, but food in my life was rather... fickle. maybe even moreso than your cement cupcakes. but you needn't hear my jokes-- i truly do appreciate how loving you were, your sheer adoration for your craft... it was wonderful to witness. keep working hard. we love you.

valentina of oso-fisher. perhaps you are one of the ones i miss the most. you were so driven, so passionate! and you reminded me so much of myself, back when the priesthood was beside me. i wished you only the best. i still do. get yourself a coffee. something nice. take a deep breath. you are loved for who you are. i miss you. take care of yourself-- if for nobody else, then for me.

lee of dennings. i miss your baking the most, veggie bear. the apple pies and peach cobblers and fritters-- hah! it was truly a delight. i'm not much good at baking now, though i've been trying. i hope one day to replicate your food. i hope you're staying relatively tidy. take care.

arjun of bhalla. are you still stunned by the beauty of photography? i'll admit, i did not enjoy the way the game illustrated your story. it bothered me a bit. but that was never anything against you. you had no control in how they wrote it. i remember looking at the stars with you one time-- you knew so much about the constellations above. it reminded me of my emperor. thank you for that.

octavia of cubbins. i have to wonder how you are in this life, after how the world treated you in the past. it was dreadful. but you stayed strong, you accepted help when you wanted it, and you learned that it doesn't make you weak to want someone there for you. i hope you didn't forget that. i hope your wife is out there, somewhere. thank you for showing me independence is not as despicable as the priesthood insisted. you are wonderful.

clyde of wallace! sir wallace, even! haha, i remember you convinced his majesty that you were a knight, and he would call your sir wallace every time... it was amusing. even i bought into it, once, but you said you hated lying to me. it was flattering, in a way. sleep well. have a coffee (but not too much! do they still sell sanka, mm?). i remember bruin of tram cared for you quite a bit. i do, too. valentina of oso-fisher, lillian of quill.... they all did. i love you.

bruin of tram. you meant so much to me. you still do. i ascended you today, and hearing your tale... it brought tears to my eyes. in this life, i struggle with the same things you did. you mean the world to me! seeing someone with the same obstacles in life succeeding, having an (after)life to live and not being shamed for your flaws... i care about you with all i have.

ursula of pine. you were a motherly figure to all you knew, and it meant everything to me. i... never had a mother. i was abandoned at the doorstep of a church when i was too young to remember her. you were the first semblance of a mother i ever had, and it meant the world when you were there to help me tend to my flowers and bake with me and tell me stories. perhaps it sounds childish of me. i don't know. thank you. i love you.

ted of sapsen. as an autistic person in this life and many of my previous ones... what you did for me, what your story said to my heart? it means so very much. i hope you're enjoying your rocks. thank you. continue to live your truth.

...my emperor. my majesty, my love, my king. thank you. thank you for loving me, thank you for always being there, thank you for being my one shining light among a world of darkness, thank you for being you. i'd still do anything for your smile. i adore you. i only hope you still do as well. i wish you only the absolute best. i love you with every bit of my being.

dalia of cosgrove. ...i'm still unsure if i forgive you. after what you did both in my timeline and in the game, you... aren't the highest in my book. but i wish you no ill will. i know you must regret what you did. i hope you do. thank you, still, for your efforts to redeem yourself. you are loved.

lillian of quill. do not overwork yourself. you are wanted as you are. clyde of wallace missed you, i know. get a coffee. make a small origami critter for company, if you do not have anyone else. stay strong.

ben of hiberneczek. you have made mistakes and you know it. but you understand what you did wrong. you appreciate what you had. you have improved, both in that life and in this one, i hope. you were always such an interesting spirit. i liked you quite a bit. stay safe, good sir.

archie of pawston. do not slip into bad habits. you are allowed to be true to yourself. though i did quite like that party you hosted, haha! quite a ball. first time i ever had a hangover, too! i did not even know the name for it until you told me that morning on the note next to breakfast. you burnt the bacon. it still tasted okay. i still appreciated you.

beatrice of mellifera. i hope you've found someone who truly loves you. i know you didn't much like flowers in that life, but... i still grew some for you. yellow beebalm. fitting, no? haha. thank you for showing me passion. i hope you are well.

i love you all.

good night.

- pius of grizz, cozy grove (#💐🐌🐝)

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #💐🐌🐝#piusofgrizzkin #cozygrovekin #apology #prevabuse #chara love #food cw #mod party cat #long post

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silvcrignis · 1 year

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"Nobody asked you, Patrice."

“Oh come on now, I know I have a mildly dramatic flair but there is NO possible way to mistake me for a goddamn woman. You are merely being rude, now. Also if I were a woman, Patrice is the LAST thing I would be named. My parents actually cared about me.”

#x: Answered #Greyface #c: Claude #Claude pls

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helianthus21 · 3 years

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“Everyone wants the role of embracing and consoling her. The shabby role of getting in her way, holding on and begging can only be done by a good person”

#he'll Get In Her Way!#Romance🙌🏼#hotel del luna #ep. 10 #i love you despite the warning signs #etc etc #when he said 'no' akskhfj #i thought he was gonna say the 'i'll get in ur way' line tbh #maybe it'll come still!#it's about a selfish cold appearing woman #showing vulnerability to the one who earned her trust #nobody cares patrice #byye #it's about the CHEEK TOUCH #i thought they'd kiss here #but the hug was somehow more intimate!

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jabbasyogainstructor · 4 years

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Hey, for all you northerners who moved south:

When it’s wintertime here, and it gets below 40 degrees, l don’t care if you think I “don’t know what cold is.” It’s jacket weather in an area known for being satan’s butthole hot. I don’t want to hear about how you tramped barefoot for 8 miles to the grocery store to buy diapers for your cat in a blizzard because the bus froze. Wait til summer comes and you don’t understand why you can’t peel all of your skin off to cool down.

#nobody cares patrice

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grammatically-incoherent · 6 years

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#story of my life

#to borrow ana's tag #NOBODY CARES PATRICE #about me #b99edit #gina linetti #amy santiago #ohheycool

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compatiissante · 4 years

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knife emoji---

#└ — nobody asked you patrice ( dash comm. )#v. only the lonely survive ( spn. )#me: how are you doing that with your face???? maya: k NI F E E M O J I #she.......care for gadreel and abner a lot and she just wants to kick thad's ass

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myrandomfandomramblings · 3 years

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The Beach - a The Rookie/Chenford Fanfic

“7-Adam-11, show us responding,” Jackson said over the radio as Lucy leaned back against her headrest defeatedly.

“I didn’t think I’d ever say this but I really don’t want to go to the beach.” “Like ever again,” she added even as she took the first turn towards their destination.

LA was 4 days into a record heat wave and over that time Lucy had learnt a few important things 1) Unsurprisingly, extreme heat causes everyone to flock to the ocean. 2) It also makes people extremely irritable. 3) Lots of irritable people packed together in large groups leads to chaos and 4) wool uniforms are not ideal attire for patrolling beaches in temperatures around 100.

So after 4 days she was over it. She had spent Monday with Jackson getting sworn at, honked at and nearly run over as they directed traffic at the busiest beaches in the city. She spent Tuesday with Tim breaking up beach brawls, confiscating contributing alcohol and watching bikini clad woman flirt with Tim. At least 8 different woman had asked him to rub sunscreen on them or suggested he take off his shirt to cool down. She had rolled her eyes so much she had given herself a headache. Although it may have been the sun. Yesterday, her and Nolan and responded to a report of a missing child who was feared drowned or kidnapped but turned out had followed the music of an ice cream truck four blocks and was found, about 30 minutes after the officers arrived, happily eating a fudgiscle. However, they were kept at the beach for the remainder of their shift by various citizens with complaints ranging from seagulls, wasps and possible sharks to thieves, streakers and possible melanoma.

Now her and Jackson were headed back to a beach where the adjacent shrubbery was currently being consumed by a blazing bush fire, which was in all likelihood human caused and spreading fast. Therefore all hands were on deck as the LAPD worked with the LAFD to keep civilians safe, extinguish the fire and investigate its cause.

The rest of her shift passed in a blur as they interviewed witnesses, cordoned off the area, issued evacuation orders, ensured those who needed it got medical attention, joined a production line passing large buckets of water from the ocean to where the fire was burning and debriefed with their team which included Nolan and Tim, and Lopez and Harper. Luckily in the end, the fire was successfully extinguished, those living nearby were safe and happily back in their homes and the perpetrator, a cigarette butt flicker, was caught. But not until nearly 11pm by which time the entire team was exhausted, scorching and covered in soot and ash. With their job done the team of 6 headed away from the scene back along the beach to where they had parked their shops. They were right on the sand where they left them to create a barrier preventing people from wandering toward the fire and the beach around them was abandoned. Likely due to a combination of the late hour, the fire itself and the fact that the stretch of beach they were on was only accessible by walking about a mile from one of the main beaches on either side or by scrambling down the steep cliff behind them.

“Anybody want a cold one,” Nolan asked when they reached the vehicles, “well a hot one I guess” he amended as he pulled out a six pack he had confiscated earlier in the day from the trunk of his shop. Everybody made a face at the offer of hot beer but since the only light around came from the shops headlights shining in the opposite direction Nolan didn’t see them.

“Screw it, I’ll take one,” Angela said.

“Wesley and Patrice took the baby to meet the extended Evers clan so I have nowhere to be and now that I’m no longer breastfeeding I can have whatever I want. Even if that’s gross beer that’s been sitting in a hot car all day,” she explained.

“If we dig a hole near the water line it will fill with cold seawater and we can make a makeshift beer fridge,” Jackson suggested but Angela had already opened her can and was sipping away.

“I’ll help dig the hole,” Nyla offered. “I’d rather hangout here then go back to the station to do paperwork and Lila’s with her dad so I also have no where I have to be.”

“I’ll call Grey and tell him we’re clocking out and will do the paperwork in the morning,” Tim offered.

“Your staying?” Lucy asked a little too excitedly, “what about Kojo?” she quickly added.

“Tamara called several hours ago and offered to give him dinner, take him for a walk and put him to bed.”“She saw the fire on the news and rightly assumed we’d have our hands full,” he finished.

30 minutes later they all sat in the sand around their makeshift beer fridge. Shoes, socks and button up shirts discarded and pants pulled up to their knees. 3 flashlights were in the middle of the group, pointing skyward, their handles buried in the sand. They laughed as they went around and told stories.

“How is it still this hot?” Lucy asked a while later. It was after midnight and the temperature had yet to even consider dropping below 90.

She pulled her white t-shirt away from her skin fanning, herself.

“I’m going swimming,” she declared ready to stand up.

“Your going swimming? Right Now? In that?” Tim asked gesturing to her cotton tee and woolen pants.

Lucy shook her head. “I was just going to go in my underwear but now that I think about it I don’t really want to have to drive back to the station in soaking wet underwear.”

Tim nodded as if this is what he expected but Lucy didn’t see him and continued.

“I guess I’ll just skinny dip,” she concluded.

Tim managed to both spit out and choke on the sip of beer he had just taken.

Everybody else’s faces were turned towards Tim and wearing amused expressions but they were saved his annoyance due to the limited light and the fact that his attention was still fully on Lucy.

“What?” She asked Tim, “It’s not a big deal. It’s dark. Plus everybody here has already seen me naked.”

“Well except you,” she added, which earned another spit take from Tim.

Lucy rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. She loved seeing Tim flustered, especially when it was her doing.

“What?” He finally managed to ask in a strained voice after a few harsh coughs to clear his throat.

“Everybody here’s seen Lucy naked but you,” Lopez offered, “although that was bound to change sometime soon,” she added.

Lucy and Tim both turned to look at her wide eyed. Nolan and Nyla were both hiding smirks and Jackson wore an expression of mainly panic as he spoke.

“She’s drunk. She has no idea what she’s saying,” Jackson offered before turning to look daggers at Angela and whisper something in her ear.

Lucy thought she heard the words bet, interference and disqualified but she couldn’t be sure.

When he finished Angela addressed them again. “Sorry, apparently my tolerance took a nose dive since pre-pregnancy. I didn’t mean anything by that I got you mixed up with Smitty and what’s her face,” she finished waving her hand disparagingly.

“Hmm,” Lucy said clearly not buying her lame excuse but Tim still had his mind on other things.

“Why has everybody else here seen you naked?” he asked, his tone almost suspicious.

Lucy laughed. “Are you jealous?”

He fixed her with his best TO look. “No.”

Lucy suppressed the urge to roll her eyes yet again and answered.

“Communal showers at work,” she began gesturing to Nyla and Angela. “Best friends and roommates” she added pointing to Jackson. “Life gets crazy. Sometimes closing doors or throwing on clothes just isn’t a priority,” she explained seeing Tim’s confused expression. “Also we had to help each other into and out of the bath after we were injured.” She didn’t have to specify her kidnapping or the beating Jackson took to take down Doug Stanton. This group knew. “It’s kind of ironic that when everything hurts all you want is a warm bath but when everything hurts it’s nearly impossible to get yourself into and out of a bathtub,” she finishes. “Oh and Nolan and I used to date.” She says it as almost an afterthought, super casual. But all the former TOs still look at her with shock.

“You and Nolan?” Nyla asks with a laugh. “Really?” “No offense,” she adds addressing Nolan.

“Ah, none taken?” Nolan replies, clearly confused by her reaction.

“When?” Lopez asks looking between the two P2s.

“For a couple months while we were in the academy. We called it off shortly after we started at Mid-Wilshire,” Nolan supplied.

“Wow, I just can’t picture it,” Angela continued shaking her head.

“Why would you want to picture it?” Tim spat. Then seemed to catch himself and schooled his scowl back into a blank expression.

“Why’d you call it off, anyway?” Angela asked. Half actually curious. Half just trying to do her friend a solid and take the attention off him.

“Bishop warned me that dating a fellow cop would brand me and could ruin my career,” Lucy answered and thought she saw Tim flinch. It was impossible to tell for sure with just the flashlights, nevertheless she added, “Somethings matter more-“ she was staring right at Tim now “-are worth the gossip, the assumptions, the risk.” As she said it she saw his expression change but she couldn’t read it. “But our relationship wasn’t one of those things. We’re better as friends, anyway,” she finished addressing the whole group but looking at Nolan specifically for confirmation.

“Agreed,” Nolan nodded holding up his beer.

“To friends,” Jackson said clicking his to Nolan’s.

“To friends,” everybody joined in clinking their cans together.

“So who’s coming skinny dipping with me?” Lucy asked as she started to make her way back to the vehicles where she could leave her clothes in a place where they’d stay sand free.

“I will,” said Angela, “pregnancy and caring for a baby really makes modesty go out the window. The two beers I’ve had don’t hurt either.” She began to follow Lucy to the cars.

“I’m in,” Jackson offered, “with you two practically glowing in the dark nobody will even notice me.” He teased as he got up to join them, earning a playful shove from Lucy.

“Nobody’s here to see anything anyway.” She retorted.

“Go ahead. I might join you later.” Nolan said and Nyla and Tim nodded in agreement.

10 minutes later. Lucy, Angela and Jackson’s clothes were inside Jackson and Lucy’s shop and they were out in the ocean. It dropped off quickly so they weren’t that far away from the beach even though the water came to just below Lucy’s shoulders. After four days of blazing heat and the fire on top today, the cool water felt like heaven to her. She dipped and dove through the water, relishing the cool and wiped at her face and hands to remove the soot that had coated them earlier. Beside her Angela was trying to show Jackson what her son does when they put him in the water. This led to reminiscing about childhood summers spent at the beach or in backyard and community pools. And before they knew it they were playing old games from those days. John and Nyla had joined them by this time. Claiming some combination of escaping the heat, joining the fun and more beer as the motivation. They were currently having breath holding contests.

“I win!” Jackson exclaimed as he came up for air to find everyone else already up.

“You cheated,” Lucy argued, “I saw you come up while I was still under. I had my eyes open.”

“I did not. Plus it’s pitch black under there you couldn’t possibly have seen anything.”

“Did Jackson come up?” Lucy yelled at Tim who was still sitting on the shore.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t watching,” he replied casually with a slight shrug.

“Yes you were,” Angela argued, “you haven’t taken your eyes off Lucy since she got in here,” then realizing what she said she quickly ducked back under the water.

Everybody still above the surface froze.

Then after a beat. “So did he come up or not. I need to know if I won,” Nyla asked, all business.

“He floated to the surface but didn’t lift his head up. He won,” Tim offered defeatedly.

“Told you!” Jackson bragged.

“Rematch. 3,2,1 go,” shouted Nyla as everybody ducked back under the water. Lucy a split second behind everybody else as her attention was still on Tim.

She came up about 30 seconds later just as a wave was passing by her and managed to swallow a good serving of water. She coughed and sputtered but before she knew it Jackson and Nolan were beside her and she was assuring them she was Ok just needed a bit of time to catch her breath. As she swam towards the shore to rest in the shallows she noticed Tim was just sitting back down and his pants were wet to just above the knee. But she didn’t let herself focus on it.

She swam to just in front of where he sat laying on her stomach on the ocean floor, head just above the water.

“You OK?” He asked shifting his eyes to her for the first time since she swam up.

“Ya fine, just swallowed a little water,” she assured him.

“Looks like you guys are having fun out there,” he nodded indicating the group still farther out.

“Ya the water feels amazing. You can’t honestly tell me that you aren’t hot.” She had meant it literally. He was sitting in above 90 degree weather with wool pants on. But then she realized he had taken off his white shirt and his muscled chest and stomach were currently on full display and the word took on an entirely different meaning. She was thankful for the darkness as it hid her blush but even that couldn’t hide the fact that she was definitely staring.

“The ladies on the beach the other day will be so disappointed they’re missing this,” she teased gesturing to his bare upper half, hoping to give a probable explanation for the staring.

He gave a short laugh. “Not as disappointed as the meat bags who were wolf whistling at you will be that they’re missing that.” As he gestured at her he finally let himself actually take her in. Her hair was still up in its low work bun leaving her entire back exposed. The upper half of which was completely taken up by a tattoo, he had never seen before, although the light was too limited for him to make out the design. The rest of her body was hidden in shadows except her face which was now free of soot and make-up making her look young and vulnerable. Freckles brought out by the last few days of blazing sun were speckled across the bridge of her nose. Her mouth was twisted in thought and her eyes sparkled in the light of the flashlights. She really was beautiful.

While those thoughts flew through Tim’s mind Lucy was thinking about his comment about the wolf whistlers. That had happened at the very start of their shift and lasted no more than two seconds. Lucy wasn’t even sure they had been whistling at her and she had completely forgotten about it until Tim brought it up just now. Funny that he would remember.

They were both pulled out of their thoughts by a sudden commotion further out in the water:

“DID YOU NOT THERE IS NO PIE!”

“DO NOT THERE IS NO DIE!”

“DO OR DO NOT THERE IS NO TRY!”

Were being yelled over each other.

“What are they doing?” Tim asked looking at the group out in the water.

They were in a circle. Jackson had just given Nolan a high five then they were under again.

“I think they are playing the guess what I said under the water game,” Lucy chuckled.

Tim was about to reply but he was cut off by “How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood” being shouted in unison followed by bickering about who said it first.

“I’m going back out to join them. You going to come?” Lucy asked turning her attention from the group back to Tim.

“I don’t need to be a part of that.”

“Come on Tim. You’re hot and dirty.” She still meant it literally. Really. He was covered in soot. Stupid double entendres.

He raised is eyebrows.

“Just get in the water,” Lucy said splashing water at him to vent her frustration with how flustered she was getting.

He wiped the water from his face and a small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Fine.”

Lucy beamed back at him as he stood up and walked back to the shop to discard his remaining clothes then turned her attention back to her friends.

“It’s not Angeles Direct, you’ve already guessed that three times,” Nyla was saying to Jackson

“That’s what it sounds like,” he argued “and it’s definitely closer to that than ‘embroidery period.’”

“That was my first guess. I heard wrong,” Nyla shot back.

“Oh ya cuz ‘and was dressed’ and ‘indoors divest’ were so much closer.”

Any further argument was cut-off by Nolan. “I’ve got it: Angela’s the best,” he said confidently.

“Yes and yes,” Angela confirmed.

“Your turn Nyla.”

There was a brief silence as they all went back under the water followed by a flurry of screamed “this is stupid.”

“Happy now?” Came a quieter voice beside her and Lucy nearly jumped out of the water. She had been so wrapped up watching her friends she hadn’t even noticed that Tim had made his way back down the beach and was now sitting beside her in the water.

She smiled and nodded. “Aren’t you?”

He gave a non-committal shrug. “We’ll see after I get roped into whatever’s going on out there,” he offered but there was no bite to it. He was even smiling, although mostly with his eyes, as he looked at their friends.

“Well let’s go find out,” Lucy replied as she led the way into the deeper water.

As they approached the group they watched them go up and down and listened to their guesses.

“And further than game”

“Comforters at game”

“Temperatures endgame”

“Stanford is endgame”

“Checkers is a game.” “At least that’s a real sentence”

“Bradford has game?” “That can’t be right he most definitely doesn’t”

Then just as Tim and Lucy joined the group “Chenford is endgame!” Shouted by Angela who upon realizing Tim and Lucy had joined them turned to Jackson.

“This ones not on me it was your sentence.”

Jackson stood stunned for a second looking desperately between Tim, Lucy and Angela then swiftly closed his eyes and yelled “MARCO.”

There was a brief silence then Nolan yelled “POLO” and everyone was swimming away from Jackson at top speed. Everyone except Tim who was giving Lucy a look that said. “See what you got me into? I told you so.”

But she was busy swimming off with the others, grateful for the distraction. So he rolled his eyes and joined the game. The water did feel amazing although he wasn’t about to admit that to her.

Calls of MARCO POLO and laughter filled the air as everybody took their turn being it: Jackson tagged Nolan who tagged Lucy who tagged Nyla who tagged Jackson who tagged Tim who tagged Nolan who tagged Angela who tagged Jackson who tagged Tim who tagged Lucy. Well he meant to tag Lucy. He reached his arm out and jumped towards her “POLO” but she was closer than he thought and instead of the tips of his finger tagging her shoulder he jumped right into her. He hit her hard and she responded to being knocked off her feet and down into the water instinctively by reaching for the nearest thing to prevent drowning, which happened to be him. So when he opened his eyes her arms were around his neck and her legs around his hips and her face was only about an inch from his own as she coughed up water for the second time that day.

“Are you ok?” He asked moving a piece of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear.

She nodded but continued to cough as he absentmindedly stroked her back.

“You caught me by surprise,” she breathed “I didn’t know we were playing full contact Marco Polo.”

He let out a relieved laugh, “I’m sorry.”

“A real Tim Bradford apology I never thought I’d see it in person,” Lucy teased earning an eye roll from Tim. This close Lucy could see all the different shades of blue in his eyes even in the dark.

“It was an accident.”

“So it wasn’t some sort of Tim Test to see how I would handle a fight in the water?”

“No. You got your last Tim test a year ago when you stopped being my rookie.”

“I can’t believe it’s been a year already,” she said. “Then again we’ve been through enough for an entire career,” she added as her hand reflexively moved from his neck where it was playing with his hair to the tattoo on her her ribs.

That’s when it dawned on her just how close her and Tim were, pressed together without a shred of clothing between them. She had felt so comfortable and content she hadn’t realized the gravity of the situation and what it could lead to. She was about to put some space between them when his hand covered hers over the tattoo marking her supposed day of death. The day he saved her from being buried alive. Although he would say it marked the first day of the rest of her life. The day she saved herself.

And the desire to move away died in an instant.

“I kept it,” she said quietly, “because of what you said.” “Because it’s a reminder that I’m a survivor. And that my team will always have my back.”

Tim was looking at her with an expression more open than she’d ever seen. “I have one of those,” he replied softly lifting her hand up and moving it to rest on his lower left abdomen. She was confused at first but as she felt the skin beneath her finger tips she realized it was scarred. The scar from when he was shot on her second day and she pulled him out of the line of gunfire.

She smiled and looked directly into his eyes.

“It’s a good thing we have each other in our lives,”

“Sure is,”

She was just about to lean in and close the distance between them when a voice interrupted.

“Hey you two. Keep it PG or get a room. This is a family outing.” It was Nyla.

Lucy laughed as she untangled her self from Tim and in that moment she realized two things. 1) this was most definitely her family and 2) she would very happily come back to the beach. Maybe next time she’d just bring Tim, maybe even as her boyfriend.

#the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #nyla harper #angela lopez #jackson west #john nolan

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jonahsimms · 3 years

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“Life is unpredictable. Not everything's in our control. But as long as you're with the right people, you can handle anything. And you, Jake Peralta, are the right person for me.”

#jake x amy #b99 #brooklyn99gifs #brooklyn99 #tvgif #userstream #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn99edits #myedits #myb99edit #i looooove making gifsets with one color #it takes me a long time to do and is very fun to find scenes that work #NOBODY CARES PATRICE

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youngerdrgrey · 3 years

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love me wilder (love me more) // scenes from Ryan and Sophie’s relationship

about: Mary starts all of this. They’re on comms one night, and Mary asks, “Would I be Maid of Honor, or would it be Luke?”

and other questions about Ryan and Sophie's relationship. + you can read this on ao3 too.

Who asks the other on dates? Once they’re dating, it’s pretty even, but Sophie does get the credit for their first official date. It happens on the third time that Ryan bails on plans with Sophie and Jordan. They’re supposed to be seeing an art installation for their self-proclaimed ‘Black girl date night.’ But Sophie shows up to The Hold Up to pick up Ryan, and Ryan’s tending bar with an apologetic and frustrated grin.

Sophie stomps over to the bar. “Again, Ryan?”

Ryan slides a drink to the customer beside Sophie. “Yes, again. Patrice is sick and—”

“And nobody else can cover? You’re the manager.” Sophie says. “Call someone in.”

Ryan takes the credit card from the customer, who unabashedly watches Ryan as she swipes the card in the reader. Her work tank’s tied into a crop top like always, and she’s pulled her hair back in a way that really draws the attention to her neck.

Ryan says, “I don’t abuse my power.” It’s the sort of dig that a few months ago would’ve started a fight, but today it just makes Sophie groan and dig her elbows into the bar top to get closer to Ryan.

“You don’t do anything,” Sophie corrects. At this point, Ryan's either working as Batwoman, or working at the bar. She has no social life, which kind of screws things up for the one person who's actively trying to spend time with her.

Ryan snorts. “Okay, choice words from the lady going on a date with her sister on a Friday night.”

Sophie levels Ryan with a serious stare. “I’d go with you, but you’re too busy.” Ryan rolls her eyes, but Sophie isn’t joking. There’s no hint of a smile, no hitch in her voice. Ryan rewinds the last few minutes in her head.

“Wait —” Ryan circles her hands backwards in front of her. Rewind again. Reprocess the fact that Sophie used date and Ryan in the same context. “—are you serious? You’re... you’re actually—”

Sophie chuckles, and there’s a bit of a nervous shake under it. “And I thought I was the inexperienced one here.”

“You are,” Ryan says. That gets a glare from Sophie. Ryan plucks the receipt for the customer off the printer and slides that to them before turning her focus fully back to Sophie. “But I’m game.”

Sophie grins. “Really?”

Ryan flashes a full smile back. “Yeah. As soon as Patrice gets better.”

“Let me make her some soup then, damn.”

Who is the bigger cuddler?

Ryan. She’s very affectionate, and she loves snuggling up anywhere she can. Mary complains sometimes about how often she comes home to find Ryan and Sophie on the couch.

Luke cringes when Mary says it. His eyes jump from the Bat screens to Mary in the chair beside him. “Like on the couch?” Mid-deed?

“Ugh, I wish.” Mary quickly shakes her head, as a quick disgusted look passes her face. “Not like I wish, just like…. I come home, and they’re not even doing anything. They’re asleep on the couch, just wrapped up in each other’s arms and happy and comfy and….” She sighs.

Luke drums his hands on the keyboard. “And you want that?”

Mary slumps into her chair and lets her head roll onto her shoulder. The lights paint her softer, or maybe it’s the open vulnerability now that she doesn’t have to be the perky sidekick she usually is. It’s actually one of the good things about working with Luke; he doesn’t expect her to be happy, perfect Mary.

“I want something. We spend all day living our normal lives, then rushing away to help save Gotham, and it’s totally worth it. It is. But before, when the work was done, I went home to my best friend in the world.” Mary glances up at the monitors where the two dots tracking Ryan and Sophie rush across the Gotham map. “Now she has someone else. And no offense to you, but we’re not exactly swapping secrets and having sweet potato pancakes.”

Mary does love Sophie and Ryan. She loves that Sophie is moving forward after losing Kate, and she loves that Ryan has someone other than Angelique to care about. But Mary has also spent so much of her life begging people to care about her. It’s hard not to feel like this is Kate and Beth and her dad all over again. She’s getting really tired of being replaced.

Luke clears his throat. He even sits up straighter in his chair when he turns it. The monitors behind him almost make him look like an angel. Or whatever.

He says, “I can’t make sweet potato pancakes,” like it’s an apology, or maybe a concession from someone else who knows what it’s like to be the odd one out. “But I do make a mean crab cake. If you’re in the market for more friends.”

Mary can work with that. But at the risk of this feeling entirely too sentimental for a mid-mission chat, she adds, “Fine, but no cuddling on the couch.”

Luke smiles. “You wish.”

Who initiates holding hands more often?

Ryan cannot get enough of Sophie’s hands. She’s constantly reaching out during team meetings, or across the bar at The Hold Up. She believes in the reassuring squeeze. At the same time, Sophie’s the one who actually initiates the hand holding and interlocking fingers. She claims it’s her way of keeping track of Ryan, reminding her that “you’re stuck with me, and you trust me.”

“There are other ways to show that, Sophie,” Ryan taunts. Sophie uses their linked hands to tug Ryan over to her.

“Show me?”

Who remembers anniversaries?

Ryan smiles up at Sophie on the couch.

“Aww, babe, three years ago, you arrested me for the first time.”

Sophie rolls her eyes. “That’s the anniversary you remember?”

Ryan laughs. “It truly changed my life.”

“Okay, well, remember that when you want an anniversary present in three weeks—”

“Four,” Ryan corrects. “Three weeks is when the date should’ve happened, but you got a flat, then Black Mask attacked—”

Sophie nods, “Right, and we didn’t actually go out until after he was in holding. I stand corrected.”

Ryan preens until Sophie pushes her away.

Who is more possessive?

Ryan used to think she was possessive. She would do anything to keep the people she loves by her side. But then Kate Kane comes back into their lives, and suddenly Ryan’s on the verge of losing everything that she’s built for herself. She keeps jumping between being incredibly self-sacrificing and hoarding away her minutes with the rest of the team like Kate’s coming to snatch them away.

One particular night, Ryan drops down onto Sophie’s fire escape in the suit. Her feet barely hit the level before she spots Kate inside Sophie’s apartment.

Sans jacket, Kate’s tattooed arms look great in the moonlight. Her everything looks great. Ryan can’t see everything, but she can see the playful smirk on Kate’s face as she crosses the living room. Sophie’s not visible, which means she must already be in the bedroom. Is she waiting for Kate? Is she --

Ryan stumbles back. Sophie wouldn’t cheat on her. Ryan knows that, but if there was ever a reason to break up, it’s definitely the love of Sophie’s life wanting to start over again. And who is Ryan to stand in the way of that?

So, Ryan grinds her teeth and jumps back off of the balcony.

She gets halfway back to Wayne Tower before the comms buzz in her ear. She pauses on top of a random roof to answer the incoming call.

“Ryan, get back here.”

Of course Sophie saw her. The grappling hook isn’t exactly the quietest way to move either. Though, Sophie had certainly taken her time to reach out.

Ryan lets a bit of bitterness slip out. “Your plans with Kate fall through?”

“I don’t have plans with Kate,” Sophie says. She sounds tired and frustrated, like whatever conversation she’d had probably took a lot out of her. Or maybe just reuniting with her one true love did that. Who’s Ryan to know?

“Sure looked like it to me.”

“And if you’d looked any longer, you would’ve seen her grab her things and go. I don’t want to do this over comms, Ryan.”

“What, break up with me?”

“Why would you even —” Sophie sucks in a deep breath. “Kate was here to clear the air. She wanted to know if there was a chance that we could try again.”

Ryan needs to sit down. She needs to lean against something. Her eyes dart across the roof, but there’s nothing up here but spider webs and deflated balloons.

“Oh.” Ryan circles her jaw to try and stop herself from crying. She’s not going to cry over Sophie. She should’ve known better than to ever think that Kate Kane’s ex would choose her over—

“I told her no.”

What? The air rushes out of Ryan’s lungs.

Sophie repeats herself. “I told her no. Now can you please get back here before I have to drive all the way over to wherever the hell you are?”

“It’s faster by roof.”

“Give me the grappling hook, and I’ll try it out.”

Ryan clicks her tongue. “Can’t do it, that’s mine.”

“And you’re mine, Ryan. Nobody’s changing that, okay? Trust me.”

Ryan glances over at the long way back to Sophie’s place. The trek across the city that they help keep safe. “I do.”

Who gets more jealous?

Sophie really wishes she weren’t this jealous. She’s not super familiar with the feeling. With Tyler, her emotions never went this high. With Kate, there either wasn’t competition, or well, the guilt of how things went overshadowed everything else. But with Ryan — hot, flirty bartender Ryan — the opportunities for jealousy keep building.

It doesn’t help that Imani shows up from time to time for different fundraiser events. Sophie watches Imani and Ryan from across The Hold Up. Her eyes narrow, and she zones out of her conversation with Mary so completely that the young medical professional ends up waving her hand in front of Sophie’s face.

Mary steps over to block Sophie’s view of them. “You do know Imani’s not a threat, right?”

Sophie nods. She taps on the side of her head. “Up here, yes. But in here….” She rubs her hand over her heart.

“Ryan’s so into you, and you know that. Any jealousy is completely ridiculous,” Mary says.

Sophie nods. Again. “I’m gonna go over there.” She knocks back the drink in her hand and hands it to Mary, who mostly just clinks that cup with her own.

Mary mumbles to herself, “’Gee, Mary, thanks for being such a great friend. Let’s keep talking together instead of rushing over like a jealous lunatic.’” Her face perks up as she plays herself. “Of course, Sophie, so glad you’re being super reasonable. Love you too.”

By the time Mary finishes her own drink, Sophie’s leading a very amused Ryan up the stairs towards the loft. Mary sighs. She really may have to move out soon.

Who is more protective?

This one’s a tie. Ryan tries to protect Sophie by sidelining Sophie on the Bat Team. But Sophie is used to being in the field, or at least calling the shots. She doesn’t do well in the Bat Cave where she can’t physically assist. That back and forth goes on for months, but it comes to a head when Ryan needs to get on a plane again to try and catch their latest bad guy of the week.

Sophie hates the idea. She refuses to let Ryan go alone, and the more that Ryan tries to fight it, the more emotional Sophie gets. Ryan assumes that Sophie’s upset because the last private Kane plane ended with Kate in Black Mask’s clutches. But Ryan’s not about to go missing. She doesn’t have enemies like that, and most importantly, as Ryan yells, “Sophie, stop treating me like this! I’m not Kate.”

Sophie sputters before rasping out, “I know that. But the last time you flew, Ryan, you almost died too. In my arms, mind you. Forgive me for not wanting a repeat of that.”

Who is more likely to cheat?

No one’s cheating, but Ryan does have a particularly handsy customer who tries to kiss her once.

Who dislikes PDA the most?

Sophie’s still getting used to the idea of actually having PDA with a woman, but she’s coming around.

Who kills the spider?

Both of them, but Sophie does it more often. Mostly because she doesn’t want to hear Ryan taunting her that “Sophie freaking Moore can’t handle a spider?”

Who asks the other to marry them?

Mary starts all of this. They’re on comms one night, and Mary says, “Would I be Maid of Honor, or would it be Luke?”

The question makes Ryan stumble on her landing, and Sophie crashes into her since they didn’t exactly space out on the wire as they slid from one secret warehouse to another.

Sophie catches her footing first and says, “I’m sorry, what?”

Back in the Bat Cave, Mary ignores the glare that Luke gives her. She leans closer to the mic. “Hypothetically. If you two get married, it’d be a really small ceremony. We’re not inviting Alice. And Jordan will probably be Sophie’s Maid of Honor, so I just wanted to make sure that I get to be Ryan’s.”

Luke huffs. “Then why did you ask a question if you’re calling dibs?”

Mary turns to face him. “Because you can’t call dibs. It has to be her choice.”

“But you’re leading her to pick you. It’s not fair. You were already roommates—”

“Which is exactly why it should be me—”

“But we had to work on our relationship. The growth that we had is just—”

“But you had to work on it! We clicked immediately!”

“You click with everyone!”

“I do not!”

“You do—”

Sophie and Ryan yell into the comms, “GUYS!” Mary and Luke freeze.

Ryan chances a glance at Sophie, who has not actually moved since their friends started this conversation. They’ve been together for nearly two years at this point, and honestly, they’ve both been avoiding having to talk about this. Neither of them have their moms — for very different reasons — and Sophie’s already got one failed marriage under her utility belt.

Sophie readjusts the cowl on her super suit. “Could you wait until after we’re engaged to plan a wedding?”

Ryan does a double take. “After we’re what now?”

Sophie freezes. “Well, I just mean — if things keep going well, because they’ve been going really, really well…?” The damn cowl blocks off most of her face, but Ryan knows Sophie well enough to know that her eyebrows are halfway to her hairline. That higher lilt in Sophie’s voice means she’s reaching, and nervous. Ryan’s thankful that her own mask can cover the way her eyebrows drop as her nose scrunches up. Ryan is not about to cry on this roof.

Ryan goes for the joke. Makes her voice as teasing as she can handle. “Aww, you wanna marry me?”

Sophie crosses the few steps between them to take Ryan’s hand. “Are you asking?”

Ryan interlocks their fingers. “Not officially. Luke hasn’t made a Bata-ring yet.”

Everyone groans. The deep one from Luke is enough to get Sophie to smile, and it finally breaks some of the tension in the air. Ryan brings their linked hands to her lips and kisses them. She makes sure that Sophie’s focused on her before mouthing, Marry me.

Sophie leans in to kiss her, and they both get carried away. Lost in this moment of possibility before —

“Um, guys?” It’s Luke. “Are you working or making out?”

Ryan pulls back from the kiss and says, “Just for that, Mary, you’re Maid of Honor.”

“Ha!”

Who buys the other flowers or gifts?

It’s a trade off. Ryan loves bringing back little things from missions. Sophie is the reigning gift champion though. A few weeks after she joins the team, Sophie shows up at the loft with a plant for Ryan.

“It’s no desert rose, but well, Mary said how much you loved taking care of your old one.” Sophie holds it out for Ryan to take, but Ryan just keeps staring at her. Sophie shifts her weight from one foot to the other. She cringes inwardly. She’s probably tipping her hand too much by doing this. She can’t just show up at a cute girl’s place in her casual clothes and give her a plant. It’s… well, very gay, and probably invasive, given the fact that the last plant Ryan cared for was literally the thing to bring Ryan back to life.

Sophie groans. “Please don’t make me take it back.”

“No! You don’t have to.” Ryan reaches out with both hands to take the plant. She curls it to her chest, hugging it close. She stares down at it for a bit, and when she does look back up, a teary rim frames her eyes. “Thank you.”

Who would bring up possibly having kids?

Ryan really wants to be a mom one day. She’s fine not doing it now. But one day, she wants to do for someone else what her mom did for her.

Sophie gets weird about the idea once Ryan brings it up. Like, ducking out of rooms and coming up with all kinds of excuses as to why she can’t go on missions for a week. She even stays at Jordan’s place for a few nights.

Ryan has to go to Jordan’s apartment just to talk to Sophie alone. She barrels straight into the little two bedroom and plants herself next to the kitchen island. Sophie closes the door behind Ryan, but doesn’t step any closer to her fiance.

Ryan says, “I get it. If Batwoman can’t have a girlfriend, then she sure as hell can’t have a kid. But—”

Sophie cuts her off, “It’s not about Batwoman. It’s about me.”

“Oh.” Does Sophie not want kids?

“Before I came out, the thought of having kids and a family, it all felt so… not me. I told Tyler that I didn’t want kids, that I thought having kids in a city like Gotham was irresponsible and not something I would ever want to do.”

Ryan leans back into the island. Closes her eyes and tries to let the cool feel of the granite calm the pain of those words.

Sophie wrings her hands together. “But I honestly didn't want to do any of that, with a man. And you're right. It's completely irresponsible for Batwoman to have a kid. But maybe… maybe Ryan and Sophie Wilder-Moore could consider it. If we can help clean up a city, we can probably raise a pretty cool kid.”

Who is more nervous to meet the parents?

Sophie is literally shaking when they meet up with Diane Moore for the first time.

Thanks to Jordan, Ryan technically met Diane the week before. Ryan and Jordan were hanging out when Diane FaceTimed Jordan. Once Diane saw Ryan in the background, Jordan casually said, “That’s Ryan, Sophie’s girlfriend.” Then Diane’s entire face caught on fire, and she made an excuse to hang up. Fast forward five days, and Diane called Sophie to say she was “stopping by” for brunch. Reservations were made for four, and now Sophie is going to vibrate into another dimension from shaking so much.

Jordan and Ryan split a sympathetic look outside of Grits and Bear It, one of the best brunch places in Gotham.

Jordan tries to help. She says, “Just don’t mention the ex-con thing, and you’ll be fine.”

Sophie groans. Ryan steps up to Sophie and slips her arms around Sophie’s waist. “Babe, chill. I am a successful manager of a great bar—”

“A gay bar,” Sophie corrects.

Jordan winces. “Don’t mention that part either. Or Batwoman.”

Both Sophie and Ryan freeze. Sophie turns wide eyes up at Jordan and asks, “Why would we…?”

Jordan looks back at them like they’re five. “Because all you do is talk about how Batwoman’s the one person doing anything to help Gotham. And Mom still won’t say her name without gagging in her mouth.”

Sophie drops her head back down on top of Ryan’s. With their height difference, she can press her forehead to the crown of Ryan’s head. Hide away from the world for a moment. Whisper, “We should run. Now. Before she sees us.”

Ryan kisses Sophie on the cheek. “Maybe it won’t be that bad.”

(It is.)

(But thankfully Jordan takes one for the team and brings up her graffiti to take some of Diane’s fire. Ryan’s able to get one of very few smiles when she reminds Diane that Jordan’s working at the youth center now. Saving lives and what not. Still, nothing is enough for Diane. Ryan holds Sophie’s hand under the table.)

(Sophie doesn’t relax until they’re back at her place. Until they showered away the tension and curled up on the couch with Sophie wrapped around Ryan and a cheesy action movie playing on the TV.

Sophie holds on a little too tight. Sits a little too stiff. And she sniffles during a chase scene, which is really the final straw.

Ryan has to tuck her head under Sophie’s chin to look up at her girlfriend. “It’s her loss, you know? I’m pretty damn amazing, and you? You’re Sophie freaking Moore, and anyone who chooses not to love you is making the worst mistake of their life.”

Sophie sniffles again. “What if she never comes around?”

“Then you still have me, and Jordan, and Mary and Luke. You can even have Alice if you’re that desperate for a high head count. But you don’t need her to be happy.” Ryan wiggles out of the hold to sit up on her own. “And whenever you start worrying about what your mom thinks, just remember what the great poets once said.”

Sophie’s eyes narrow, and Ryan does her best to keep a serious look on her face.

“‘All I need in this life of sin—’” Sophie shoves Ryan away from her, and Ryan uses all of her strength to pull Sophie into her arms and sing right into her face, “‘is me and my girlfriend.’ Come on, baby, you know it.”

Sophie sings back, “‘It’s me and my girlfriend.’”

“See.” Ryan pecks Sophie on the lips. “That simple. Trust me.”

Sophie says, “I always do.”)

a/n: if only it were actually that sample. but hey, we can hope, and we can keep trying, you know?

so, what'd you think? any other random questions y'all would like answered? any prompts?

#batwoman #ryan x sophie #wildmoore #ryan wilder #sophie moore #mine #batwoman fic #headcanon #ship meme #luke and mary are also here because I love them #luke fox #mary hamilton #luke fox x mary hamilton

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desiraypark · 4 years

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The Dress (ft. Clyde Logan)

Hello love! This is a combination of prompts 13 and 149! I will work on 29 and 66 either later tonight, or tomorrow. Thank you for the request! I hope you like it!

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13. “Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you.” 149. “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” Characters: Clyde Logan x Reader Content: Jealous Clyde; younger Clyde (about 22/23); they do the nasty; first time having penetrative and oral s*x Word Count: 1900 (It wasn’t supposed to be this long :/ lol)

“Girl, you were WIDE open tonight!” Lauren said laughing. “Finally!” Patrice chimed in. The night was so different for you. Something just snapped in you within the last few weeks, and you just wanted to be free. No more being a squeaky-clean good girl to satisfy your family. Gone were the days where the state fair or after-school programs were your allotted fun. You were 22, you were drinking, and as Lauren said when you changed in front of her one day, you had a “rockin’ ass body”. Now, you were walking back to campus in a skimpy $25 red dress and pumps you could barely walk in. You, Lauren, Shayla, and Patrice all had the tits, legs, and thighs out, and you were really feeling the moment…until you got to your dorm. Clyde was sitting on the bench hunched over and staring into his phone. He lifted his head at the sound of giggling girls and raised his eyebrows. You didn’t even notice him. Patrice was pulling out her ID card when the hurt baritone voice broke through your giggles. “Y/N?!” You looked up, and the figure on the bench rose and towered over all four of you. “Oh, shit…” Lauren mumbled. “Clyde?” You suddenly felt the need to cover your bare arms. He just looked you up and down, wide-eyed. Patrice swiped her ID card and she, Lauren, and Shayla rushed through the door. Some friends! “What are you doin’ here?” you asked. “I came ta surprise you, but I guess I’m the one that’s gettin’ a surprise…” He looked you over again. Clyde was the sweetheart you just couldn’t get away from. You once lived next door to each other, but were separated when your family moved to a completely different neighborhood. Then, you reunited in middle school. Before graduating from middle school, Clyde and his family moved to a completely different side of town, but that time, you kept in touch--even that time he’d gone to juvie. He wasn’t allowed to go to his prom (he kept getting caught smoking cigarettes in the bathroom)--and you fought hard to allow your school to let him be your date at yours. Because who else was there? For you, only Clyde Logan. Even your strict parents rooted for you and Clyde. Sure, he got in a little trouble from time to time, but he was just a lil’ baby boy who just needed some attention. They knew that with the guidance of their good, churchgoing, and 4.0 GPA-earning daughter, he could be steered onto the right path—and he and his own parents felt the same. But these days, you were tired of being “Miss Goody Two Shoes”--and even though you’d never get tired of Clyde, he was still a component of that image. “What are you wearing?” he asked with low eyes. Right then, anger filled your chest. “A dress, Clyde. I went to a club.” He didn’t say anything. His elevator eyes looked you over once more and you rolled your eyes. “Look. You shoulda call—” “Yer parents would be royal’y disappointed if they saw what you have on right now...” he interrupted. He stepped close to you. “Even more disappointed at what I’m thinkin’ about doin’ to you…”

You pressed your finger into his toned chest. “Clyde, despite what you and my parents think, I am an—” You blinked and got a look at his eyes. He returned the stare and did that thing again--he looked you over like a lion on the hunt for prey. You blushed and let out a nervous giggle. “Wait, what?” He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. Then, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He placed his on your waist. “Wanna go to my room?” “Mmm-hmm…” he said, lips still on yours. He pulled away. “Let’s do it, babygirl. Please?” “Let’s do it, Clyde.”

The most you and Clyde had ever done was use your hands on each other, because again, you were a “good girl”. As much as you wanted to climb on his big dick—and it was huge—you wouldn’t dream of popping up pregnant or something without a ring.

Your friends were long gone from the lobby. When you led Clyde to your dorm room, they were all packed in. “Umm...may we have some privacy?” you asked meekly. “Are you sure?” Lauren asked with her hands on her hips. Suddenly a Mama Bear, she was glaring at Clyde. He started rubbing your hip. You pressed your lips together and blushed. “Yes. I’m sure.” The girls raised their eyebrows and let out a chorus of “oop’s!” and “ohh’s!” before dashing out of the room to who knows where. When the coast was clear, you grabbed the hem of your dress. “No. Keep it on.” He yanked you close to him and devoured your mouth. “Keep all of this on.” “Oh, Clyde,” you giggled. “What’s gotten over you?” You started to help him undo his shirt buttons. “You in this dress…” He pulled his lips away and smacked your ass, making you jump. “Did you dance with anybody tonight?” “Um…kinda…” When you grabbed the hem beside his buttons, he let out a little growl and reached under your dress, searching for your panties. Since his accident, he had to rely heavily on his right arm, making it just as strong as it was nimble, and with a few tugs, you heard the fabric of your panties ripping. A flash of annoyance fell over you, but it was quickly erased. In response, you snatched his shirt off his shoulders. Together, the two of you got his arms out of the sleeves. Once Clyde was only in his boxer-briefs—you both sat on the bed, and you pulled out his drooling dick. You rubbed the precum over the head and looked up at his toothless smile. He rarely showed his teeth. He just pressed his lips together until the craters formed in his cheeks. “You know what to do wit’ that?” he asked. You looked at him with seductive eyes. “I’ll figure it out…” Clyde didn’t say much as you licked and sucked his dick. He just let out some stifled his moans and vocalized a couple of “watch your teeth, darlin’s”. You sucked him up until your jaws ached, and when you finally came up for air, he pulled you to him by your chin and tasted himself on your tongue. “My turn,” he said. You grinned, sat up, and pushed your back to the wall, and Clyde started to kneel on the floor. He pulled your torn panties completely off—kinder now than he was with them before—and examined your pussy: the puffy lips and the shiny wetness that was leaking out onto them. “I wanna eat you from behind,” he proclaimed. You got on all fours and let your shoes dangle over the side of the bed. He wrapped his right arm around your bare thighs and without hesitation, stuck his face into your folds. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that he’d been practicing on another woman. But you knew better. Clyde always knew how to get things “right” on the first or second time. You were melting all over his lips--your hushed moans bounced off the wall in front of you, and back into your own ears. “I want you ta cum in my mouf,” he mumbled over your pussy. He went back to eating you with vigor, and your clit was throbbing. You reached under yourself and rubbed it, but his arm unraveled from around your thighs, and you felt his thick fingers push against yours. He pressed down onto your clit and rubbed your juices around, inciting squeals and lusty winces from you. Then, you felt it. “I’m coming, baby,” you moaned. “In my mouth, babygirl. In my mouth…” Your toes curled and your eyes rolled back as you released your buildup on Clyde’s tongue. You heard to the squishy sounds as he lapped every drop up of you. As you caught your breath and fell flat, you felt a dip in the mattress and looked up at Clyde standing over you, looking nervous. “I don’t got no condoms, baby,” he said. His Adam’s apple moved up, then down. Your heart started to pound. It was getting too damned good! You ran the toe of your shoe up his leg. “Do your best, baby. I trust you.”

Then came the dimples. Clyde pressed his lips together and grabbed his dick. “Back on all fours.”

You flipped back over and pointed your ass to him. You helped him line up at your entrance, and once the tip was in, he took hold of your waist. Then, he dipped more inches inside of you.

“Oh, Clyde,” you moaned. Not bad for so far. Just a little sting, but overall, it felt pretty good—as if a piece of your body was finally being returned to you. “That alright?” he asked. “It’s fine. Just start slow.” Clyde pressed a few more inches into you and you grabbed your sheets for leverage. You felt him press his thumbs into you for the same reason, as he pulled out, then gently pushed all of himself in. The cotton sheets scrunched between to your fingers as he massaged your walls with his raw, warm cock. “Go faster, baby. Go a little faster,” you instructed. Clyde picked up the pace, and gradually did so until he found the speed that had you crumbling in his hands--squealing and screaming without a care for who heard you. Eventually, you felt him tugging on your waist.

“I wanna see your pretty face,” he said. He held his cock inside of you, and the two of you maneuvered so that your body could crash into his. Your head rested on his shoulders, exposing your neck to him—your face in his hair. He ran his hand up and down your body as he kissed your neck, your jawline, and then your lips. Next thing you knew, his hand was around your throat--but he didn’t squeeze it. “Call me selfish…” he started a thought--still probing your insides. He nibbled on the top of your ear, then gave it a kiss. “But I don’t want anyone else ta ever touch you.” You moaned. “I don’t want nobody dancin’ on you. I don’t even want none of these college boys lookin’ at you…” he grumbled. You giggled. “I can’t help that I’m sexy, Clyde.” Then, he chuckled, too. You were sure he was finally showing his teeth--and it was so like him to do so when you couldn’t actually see it. That boyish smile of his. “Naw…you can’t help bein’ sexy. But if I find out you been walkin’ ‘round campus in this lil’ dress again, I’ma have to be a lil’ rougher on this lil’ pussy of yours,” he responded. You felt a quick flutter in your chest. When did he get this nasty?! “Mmm…” you hummed. “Guess I gotta buy some more of these kinda dresses, then.” Clyde trapped a chuckle in his chest and pushed your upper body back down on the mattress. Then, your sweetheart plunged into your dripping pussy until he couldn’t anymore. When he pulled out, you hiked up your dress for him to squirt his cum on your ass…but he yanked it down and left a nice, huge mark on the fabric.

#anon requests #prompt requests #clyde logan smut #clyde logan x reader

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I was thinking about that yesterday actually and what Patrice Lauzon said about coaching vs athlete. "When you are an athlete, everything is about you and when you are a coach everything is about your students". I am not sure VM coaching together would help their students to be the stars and not be just classified as VM's students and be in their shadows.. or maybe it would help them gaining spotlight? I don't know... Does that make sense ?

if we are supposed to think like then Brian Orser would never have become a coach and then we wouldnt have yuna,yuzuru careers as they were.

its less about what they can do to their students ( I truly believe scott is doing the most for his students // maybe lacking on choreo but that can be developed) and more like are they ready to follow this path ? I dont think tessa is, that was my whole thing. Like both of them are only in their 30s and while we mystify the whole thing that in your 30s you should have your shit figured out thats just so far from reality!! now so put that with the 22 years in a bubble that they had so they had the mind of literally someone who had just graduated college when they were in their late 20s.

anyways what i mean is I believe people should have the right to try out stuff beyond skating. Becoming a coach has the feeling on settling down, its a fix job,you have to be willing in staying at one place, and while this seems to appeal to scott that doesnt seem to be the thing for tessa. So I can put the patrice quote you used here but for different reasons, i just dont think half of the duo is ready to not make things about her and tbh she has all the right to do so.

but IF that ever happened im sure nobody really would care that much for vm being the coaches lol bc thats the coach life.Fans would love to see them at the boards but thats it

#scott making choreo for HD helped packaging tho #but thats bc its a cliche of a thing for you to have an olympic champion to train you to maybe become a olympic champion #i believe vm as coaches could be a good narrative to whoever was their team but also winning comes from more than that

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Boston Bruins

Joakim Nordstrom, Sean Kuraly, Par Lindholm, Chris Wagner, Noel Acciari: river by bishop briggs

Bruins: don’t worry by madcon

Brad Marchand and Kevan Miller: love runs out by one republic

Patrice Bergeron: tonight by enrique iglesias

Anders Bjork: domino by jessie j

Bruins: better days by one republic

Anders Bjork: symphony by clean bandit ft zara larsson

Bruins: breezeblocks by alt-J (soundcloud edit)

Par Lindholm and Anders Bjork: strange by lp

Bruins: Geronimo by sheppard

Bruins: we are by keke palmer

Zdeno Chara, Torey Krug, Jake Debrusk, Matt Grzelcyk: right now by one direction

Kevan Miller, Joakim Nordstrom, Karson Kuhlman, Brett Ritchie, Zach Senyshyn, Jakub Zboril: through the dark by one direction

Torey Krug: wonder by Shawn Mendes

Jake Debrusk: XO by Beyoncé

Joakim Nordstrom: one more drink by gjan

Brandon Carlo: nobody by james arthur

Colby and Emily Cave: hold on by extreme music

Charlie McAvoy: 21 by Gracie Abrams

Zdeno Chara: mr loverman by ricky montgomery

Matt Grzelcyk: one last time by ariana grande

Bruins: i dont care by ed sheeran ft justin bieber

Sean Kuraly: waka waka by shakira

Trent Frederic: ruin my life by zara larsson

Par Lindholm: before you go by lewis capaldi

Bruins: Barbie Girl by Aqua

Bruins: Not your barbie girl by ava max

Charlie Coyle: wind it up by todrick hall

Brandon Carlo and Trent Frederic: Judas by lady gaga

Tuukka Rask: hey mama by david guetta

Jake DeBrusk: lush life (acoustic version) by zara larsson

Torey Krug: wish u were here by cody simpson

Anders Bjork: till forever falls apart by ashe and finneas

David Krejci, Jeremy Lauzon, and Connor Clifton: 305 by Shawn Mendes

Brad Marchand: can’t stop dancing by becky g

Bruins: handclap by fitz and the tantrums

David Pastrnak: la da dee by cody simpson

Chris Wagner: dynamite by taio cruz

Boston Bruins: line without a hook by ricky montgomery

Zdeno Chara and Charlie McAvoy: only ticket home by gavin james

Trent Frederic: personal by HRVY

David Pastrnak and Rebecca Rohlsson: falling apart by michael schulte

Jake DeBrusk and Charlie Coyle: feel again by onerepublic

Kevan Miller: soldier by gavin degraw

Brandon Carlo: international love by pitbull

Jeremy Lauzon: be together by major lazer (vanic remix)

Patrice Bergeron: lady killers by g-eazy

Sean Kuraly: happier by Olivia Rodrigo

David Krejci: before i go by mimi webb

Anders Bjork: high on life by martin garrix

Brandon Carlo, Chris Wagner, Charlie Coyle, Brad Marchand, Sean Kuraly: freak the freak out by victoria justice

Charlie Coyle and Danielle Hooper: love story by taylor swift

Sean Kuraly and Jake DeBrusk: collide by rachel platten

Connor & Amanda Clifton, Charlie Coyle & Danielle Hooper, Brandon & Wren Carlo + Mayson Corbett, Chris & Kate Wagner, John and Elizabeth Moore + kids, David Pastrnak & Rebecca Rohlsson, Taylor Hall & Rachel Rush, and Torey & Melanie Krug + kids: love somebody by maroon 5

Bruins: the boys are back by dropkick murphys

Bruins: let the games begin by AJR

Karson Kuhlman: boyfriend material by ariana grande

Sophia Jurkztowicz: bind your love by cher lloyd

Charlie McAvoy: live while we’re young by one direction

Bruins: deadwood by really slow motion

Jake DeBrusk: slipping through my fingers by meryl streep

Jeremy Swayman: rock bottom by hailee steinfeld

Bruins: more by usher (RedOne Jimmy Joker remix)

Taylor Hall: groove by jack & jack

John Moore: rather be by clean bandit

Jeremy Swayman: big girls dont cry by fergie

Katrina Marchand: teenage dream by katy perry

Brandon Carlo: birthday by katy perry

Jake DeBrusk: walking in the wind by one direction

Katrina Marchand, Sophia Jurksztowicz, Jordyn DeBrusk, Melanie Krug, Emily Cave, Danielle Hooper, Stephanie Bertrand, and Rebecca Rohlsson: Grace by lewis capaldi

Charlie McAvoy: Make me like you by gwen stefani

Bruins: poker face by lady gaga

Matt Grzelcyk: Blank space by taylor swift

Tuukka Rask: que viva la vida by wisin

David Pastrnak and Torey Krug: so what by pink

Trent Frederic: maniac by conan gray

Tuukka Rask: take on the world by take me at six

Jack Studnicka: new light by john mayer

Marvel

Peter parker: secrets by one republic

Robert Downey Jr: mr brightside by the killers

Tony Stark and Peter Parker: both of us by taylor swift and b. o. b.

Spider Man No Way Home trailer: roaring 20s by panic at the disco

Spider man: no way home: va va voom by nicki minaj

Spider man no way home: spidey bells

Spider-Man No Way Home (spidey trio): missing you by the vamps

Random

Anton Khudobin: part of me by katy perry

Milan Lucic, Joakim Nordstrom, Tyler Seguin, Danton Heinen, Tim Schaller, Anton Khudobin, Marcuss Johansson, Tim Thomas, Zdeno Chara, David Backes, Adam Mcquaid, Par Lindholm, Colby Cave, Ryan Donato, Torey Krug, and Noel Acciari: Oath by Cher Lloyd

Colby Cave: see you again by wiz khalifa ft charlie puth

Red sox, patriots, bruins, celtics: the search by nf

Artemi Panarin, Robert Thomas, Brandon Carlo, Zach Aston-Reese, Sammy Blais, Pavel Buchnevich, Brayden Schenn, Sean Kuraly: natural by imagine dragons

Patriots/Tom Brady: locked out of heaven by bruno mars (acapella version)

Jimmy Garoppolo: business by eminem (matoma remix)

Colby Cave: you are a memory by message to bears

Kevan Miller: heathens by 21 pilots

Noel Acciari: candy cane lane by sia

Jake DeBrusk, David Pastrnak, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Justin Foley, Clay Jensen, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Charlie McAvoy, Matt Grzelcyk, Carl Grimes, Rick Grimes, Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes: story of my life by one direction

Cole Caufield: daft pretty boys by bad suns

Mac Jones: falling apart by michael schulte

Sean Kuraly: ophelia by the lumineers

Tom Brady: the man by aloe blacc

The mighty Quinn: superheroes by the script

#intoafandom #masterlist #a5nwt

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