#amelia and grace make appearances

[operationnope]

For all the Ozzy girlies🩷🩷 (and those in denial)

Title: Soon

Summary: An embellishment of the terrace scene with MC x Ozzy.

Words: 2,079

I liked this scene, but I wanted a bit more from it. So I thought I’d try my hand at writing a more fleshed out version. This is my first official fanfic so thank you for reading!

And an extra special thanks to @longbobmckenzie for encouraging me and correcting my grammatical errors 🤣♥️

Someone was going home tonight. Vivian mindlessly chewed her lip, lost in thought while her twin sister Amelia prattled on about something. What was she even talking about? After the villa received a text about a girl being dumped from the island, Amelia had pulled her for a chat. But Vivian could only think about one thing, one person - Ozzy.

Ozzy was coupled with Grace, but every time Ozzy and Vivian were alone it was like everyone else just slipped away. It was the little things. The gym session where their eyes met, Ozzy’s smile growing bigger and bigger with each rep. Or the way he gently brushed her hair away from her face to look into her eyes while they chatted in the pool. Vivian knew that he would be loyal to Grace, but she felt something building between them. And if she went home, she would never know what could be.

“I miss the old days. Don’t you?” Amelia asked Vivian, pulling her from her reverie.

She thought a moment before answering. “I like focusing on today. No use looking backwards all the time. Let’s just enjoy the here and now, it’s exciting!”

Her mind wandered back to her own thoughts as her twin continued on a trip down memory lane. Vivian was pretty sure she was safe. The public was voting for the most popular girl, and even if she wasn’t in the top spot, she was almost certain she wasn’t last. But with her fate in the public’s hands, she knew she had to talk to Ozzy before it was too late.

“Vivi? Are you listening??”

“Sorry, what were you saying about prom?”

Amelia shifted uncomfortably and started again. “There’s something I never told you about that night...”

Before Amelia could finish, Ozzy stepped into the room looking a bit frazzled. Vivian’s eyes met his with a look of concern, and a sheepish smile formed on his handsome face.

“Hey Vivian, could I borrow you for a chat?”

She distantly heard Amelia and Ozzy exchange niceties while she stood to follow Ozzy to the roof terrace. They walked to their destination in near silence, the sound of her blood rushing in her ears. Her thoughts began to swirl as she sat down and tried to calm her frantically beating heart. Ozzy took a seat opposite her, clearly just as nervous. Vivian couldn’t help but grin at him and when he grinned back, she could see some of the tension behind his eyes start to fade.

“What’s on your mind, Ozzy?”

“My head’s a bit all over the place, to be honest,” he admitted. “That news of the dumping has rattled me.”

She quietly nodded in agreement as he paused and looked down at his feet, struggling to find the words. The air felt heavy with everything left unsaid between them. She slowly let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding as he finally spoke.

“Don’t get me wrong, if Grace went, I’d be gutted. She’s been my day one in here,” Ozzy continued, his gaze now far off in the distance. “I have so much time for that girl. I just... I don’t like the thought of someone I care about leaving the villa.”

Vivian’s heart sank a little. Was it all in my head? Their private time together, the laughs they shared, the stolen looks- was she the only one feeling this way? All this time she thought it was leading somewhere, but now as Ozzy spoke about his feelings for Grace, a knot began to form in her stomach. Eventually, his eyes turned to her and she panicked, desperate to say something, anything to hide her distress.

She managed to splutter, “You mean Grace?”

Ozzy looked at her, really looked at her, like he was seeing her for the first time. “I think I mean you, Vivian. I just couldn’t take the thought of you leaving here.”

Time stood still. Vivian was almost afraid to respond, to even breathe, as if it would break the spell. Every small moment now bubbled to the surface and she could see the joy, the sadness and the longing written all over his face. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the curve of his lips when he gave her a flirty look. It all meant as much to him as it did to her, and any doubts she had were swept away by the warmth she felt staring into his kind hazel eyes.

But the happiness she felt was pushed aside momentarily with a question that she didn’t want to ask but knew she had to.

“What about Grace?”

As Ozzy began to explain why he liked Grace, Vivian tried to keep her expression neutral, pleasant even, while he spoke about her friend. Vivian really liked Grace; she was funny, effortlessly beautiful and always had time for a chat or to dish some goss. It wasn’t hard to understand why Ozzy had stepped forward for her. But with the looming threat of a dumping, Vivian felt her chance with Ozzy slipping through her fingers.

“...Part of me worries it could be becoming more of a friendship vibe.”

Wait, what?!

“And I know we have our flirty banter,” Ozzy went on, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. “Like when you joined me in the pool looking out of this world.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he recalled the memory and Vivian could feel her cheeks heat. Their bodies had touched fleetingly under the water, the warm feeling of his skin still lingered in her mind.

“I’d just always regret tonight if... If you were dumped and maybe there was something more.”

The way Ozzy looked at her, like she was everything, in that moment she knew what she had to do. She tilted her head and looked up at him from under her long lashes. Then she leaned in, closing the distance between them and he mirrored her movement as if pulled by an imaginary string.

“You might be right there, Ozzy,” she purred, trying to keep her voice even as her heart beat wildly. “We’re in the Love Island villa, after all! We should be open to exploring each other...”

His eyes flitted briefly to her lips. “That’s what I mean,” he said as he swallowed hard. “Exploring sounds like fun...”

Vivian leaned in further, eliminating any distance and uncertainty left between them. She stopped just before their lips touched, her eyes locked with his, and she whispered breathlessly.

“Kiss me, Ozzy.”

His lips met hers, gentle but full of passion. He lifted one hand to the base of her neck, threading his fingers through her long, silky hair. His other hand slid around her waist, pulling her firmly against his sculpted chest. She lightly trailed her fingers up his toned biceps, goose flesh erupting in their wake. Her mouth opened to invite him in and he softly teased her tongue with his, a deep moan sounding from the back of his throat. She melted into him, her supple curves pressed to fit perfectly against his hard body. He affectionately stroked her cheek as he tenderly kissed her one last time, then released her with a sigh.

“As much as I want this...” he said, placing his large hands on her shoulders and putting some distance between them, “I don’t think we should be doing this yet. Not now.”

Vivian knew he was right, but she couldn’t hide her disappointment. She bit her lip and tried to ignore how her body lit up when they kissed. How everything felt so right. But Ozzy was still coupled with Grace. Shit, Grace! She was going to have to be honest with her friend about her feelings for Ozzy, and she could only hope that he would do the same.

She must have looked upset because Ozzy’s eyes were full of heartbreak when he said, “I’m sorry, Vivian.”

She suddenly needed more from him. An explanation, or validation that what she felt was real, that he felt the same way about her.

“I just thought...” she started, but he hurried to reassure her.

“Believe me, I wish I could kiss you right now. But this isn’t respectful to Grace. I promised myself I’d be respectful.”

He reached out and briefly touched her hand - a ghost of a touch, but so full of desire it radiated straight to her core.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he continued. “Your lips feel amazing. And I never expected this connection. You really are out of this world, Vivian. No matter what I do, my head keeps spinning back to you.”

A small smile formed on her kiss-swollen lips and he returned it, his face glowing as the sun crept closer to the horizon. Their connection was real. She felt like laughing and crying, all the possibilities of how the night could go crashing against her like the tide. She couldn’t predict or change the vote, but she knew that Ozzy returned her feelings and it was enough for now.

“You may be a twin, but you really are one of a kind, y’know?” Ozzy softly chuckled, and she knew it was because of the shit-eating-grin now plastered on her face. A face she shared with her sister, but he only saw her- not a twin, not half of a whole. Ozzy saw Vivian for who she was and that made her fall for him even more.

“And I won’t be forgetting those lips anytime soon,” he added with a wink.

She giggled, “You better not!”

They both stood to leave the privacy of the terrace. Vivian knew they were pushing their luck up there. After all, Grace had already pointed out on day one that it was a prime location for sneaky kisses. She took a step towards the door but Ozzy reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I hope we get another chance like this soon. You’re very hard to forget, Vivian.” As he let go of her hand, the terrace door swung open.

“You guys?! What are you two doing up here?”

Grace wandered out onto the terrace, sidling up next to her partner. Her eyes clocked Vivian and Ozzy while she waited for an answer. Ozzy was silent, trying to look anywhere but directly at Vivian. The awkwardness was stifling, but she managed to look at Grace and gave her a small smile. Grace continued with her inquiry, now firmly directed at Ozzy, and he stammered out some excuse.

“We were... we just had a chat,” he finally managed to say.

Vivian almost laughed. We chatted, we kissed... you know, the usual. But it was far from the usual. The feeling of his lips, the heat from his body- as those unbidden thoughts flooded her mind, she fought the flush beginning to creep up her neck.

Grace’s eyes narrowed slightly. “About what?”

Before her line of questioning could go any further, a text notification rang out. Vivian quickly grabbed her phone and checked the message.

“I’ve got a text!” she called down to the other islanders. “It’s a Couples Quiz!”

As she read the rest of the text aloud, in her periphery she could see Grace and Ozzy share a troubled look. The discomfort now emanating from the pair was almost unbearable, but Vivian soldiered on until the last hashtag was read out. The other islanders raced to the challenge platform while the three of them stood in awkward silence.

“Guessing we should head over then,” Grace suggested, trying and failing to muster a cheerful tone.

Ozzy started to usher her towards the door. “Let’s go,” he replied absentmindedly.

Vivian waited a beat before she followed. She thought a bit of space would dull the longing she felt as she watched Ozzy walk away from her. She thought she had it bad before, but now that they had kissed, not a challenge kiss but a proper one, she knew she could never go back. She wanted to call out to him, grab him, make him stay on the terrace with her forever, but he just kept walking.

Then just as Grace disappeared through the door, he turned back. He turned back to look at her- his eyes so full of yearning and tinged with sadness that it took her breath away. It was a look to say:

“Have patience.”

A look to say:

“I’m yours.”

A look to say:

“Soon.”

#litg #love island the game #litg s6 #litg double trouble #litg dt #litg ozzy #litg mc x ozzy #litg fanfic #amelia and grace make appearances #litg ozzy fan club

[kindaorangey]

once again screaming crying throwing up about the fact that infinity train was prematurely cancelled despite being contracted for 5 seasons.

#infinity train #like i really really want all 8 seasons. & i really really want present day!amelia and all that would come with that (e.g. hazel and grace) #but i feel like i would be so much more content with the show's cancellation if we had the bow on top of it all that was the amelia season #because she was the villain from s1 #the fallout of her villanry births the antagonists from s2. #she appears again in s3 having moved on slightly and changed her outlook. thereby creating a somewhat optimistic outlook on the end point of #her story #and s4 shows (in parts) her descent into villany. #she's been the main reocurring presence in the whole show and her train motivation (unbearable grief) and villain arc are the most #complex the show would've handled #i truly believe that if they had been allowed to make it it would have served as a perfect ending to the show #because she's been built up for so long and because the writers would've had so much material to work with AND detail to pay attention to #it wouldve been spectacular.... and everything they wanted to explore in later seasons wouldve been so good too #(older tulip and revenge and acceptance of something as complicated as alzheimer's disease) #(and i also think it wouldve been neat for them to show us a glimpse of 40 y/o rymin cuz those boys have major issues still when they get #off the train #and so id like a snapshot of them in the future that shows they worked things out) #yeah. justice 4 infinity train justice 4 amelia hughes. i want to fuck that 60y/o deeply evil woman so badly and i need her back in my life

[taylorswiftstyle]

The Tortured Poets Department | April 19, 2024

Grace Lee 'Demi Earrings' - $1,298.00

One of my favourite parts of the album listening experience is, of course, the new set of visuals that come with it. While there’s much to be said about interpreting clues, patterns, and preferences in aesthetic from the case study that candids provide, I view the album photoshoot as the most ‘canonical’ of every era. And oh *swoon* is this one ever beautiful. The original album cover set it up and the rest of the album’s photographs followed through to create a beautifully raw, desaturated world. One that provides ample space between all the black and white for the music to paint with all the shades of grey that its messy, complicated circumstances depict. 

In this particular shot, I love that we get to see Taylor’s hair smoothed out into a more classical glamour shot with a low, off-shoulder garment that exposes her back. Again, underlining the vulnerability of the shoot itself and how that ties into its respective work. The only ornamentation we see is from her modern, curved #GraceLee earrings. 

But what’s most interesting in this shot are what appears to be calla lilies resting on her shoulder. The flowers look so naturally tied into the shot they could almost be the ends of her hair or floral embellishments on the garment. Of course, Taylor being Taylor there’s a lot to possibly interpret from these flowers (the language of flowers is fascinating and there’s a lot of conflicting and wide-reaching symbolisms to each). That said, calla lilies are a common funeral service flower as they’re typically seen as symbols of resurrection and rebirth or purification of a departed soul. Broken calla lilies on tombstones often indicate someone who died before their time. With a lot of lyrical imagery across the album that centers on death, dying, and grief this makes the most sense

The calla lily also has ties to other themes we’ve already seen Taylor opt into for #TTPD. First, the Victorian era, the lily having become popularized in the 1800s (the Victorian age was 1820-1914). Secondly, in Greek mythology as it’s often seen as the symbol of Hera (goddess of marriage). 

Editorial Note: Original cover image captured by Beth Garrabrant - Taylor’s album photographer since folklore. In place of Beth’s image, for which she retains rights, I’ve commissioned a lovely demonstrative illustration by the talented Amelia Noyes.

#taylor swift #photoshoot #jewelry #grace lee #april 2024 #ttpd

[bussyslayer333]

Heart Out

summary: your boyfriend proves his love for you on the beach, so you prove yours in the hard deck bathroom.

pairing: jake seresin x penny’s niece!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut at the end once again,, but it’s jakes turn this time :0, some swearing, and mentions of dilfs/daddy issues LOL,, MDNI 18+

ps this is my lil continuation of jake x penny’s niece!reader bc i love them <3

((it can be read separately ofc !!))

requests are open as always !!!

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Today had been dreadfully boring. Your aunt Penny was out all day at the Hard Deck working on accounts and you couldn’t even pester your little cousin Amelia because she had also been out all day with friends. You’d thought about visiting Jake at work but you weren’t sure whether you were at that stage of your relationship yet. So instead, the best option seemed to be lounging around in your underwear watching Desperate Housewives reruns in the living room. As you flopped over onto your front trying to escape the San Diego heat that you still weren’t accustomed to, a notification popped up onto your phone.

cowboy ❤️

come join me at the beach?

photo

You opened the message to a selfie from Jake in what appeared to be the Hard Deck bathrooms. He was stood shirtless flexing his arms into the mirror doing a little pouty face staring down the camera. You giggled at his stupidly handsome face that somehow manages to look good no matter what he was doing.

You

are you not at work? ❤️

cowboy ❤️

annual dogfight football baby

With that message accompanied a picture Jake had taken over his shoulder of Rooster and Mav shirtless and covered in sand. Suddenly it clicked why your aunt had travelled to the bar to complete tasks which definitely could have been finished at home. Deciding to wind Jake up you replied to the second picture he sent, ignoring his first selfie

You

how does mav still look so good? talk about dilf 🤤

Giggling as you sent the message you put your phone down and decided to finally peel yourself away from the couch to start getting ready for the beach.

Flipping through the variety of swimsuits you had bought with you, you wondered which one Jake would like best. Although Jake would like to call himself a man of taste, when it came to his girl his taste in her clothing was sparse to say the least. Settling on a blue two piece with strings that tied it all together, you moved to pick up Jake’s button up that you had kept since one fateful night in his truck. It was light blue and quite fitted on him but it hung nicely on you and could work as a cover up if the sea breeze became too strong.

You span around to look at yourself in the floor length mirror in the corner of your room. Jake was going to love this. You plucked your sunglasses from the bedside table and placed them on your head so you could finally make your way back downstairs to your phone and tote bag.

Picking up you phone you smirked at Jake’s many replies.

cowboy ❤️

shut up

you’re not being serious right?

because i don’t know the ins and outs of your relationship with your father for that to be a funny text

that emoji makes it seem like a joke

i mean yeah ig he keeps it tight for a guy who gets senior discounts

You interrupted his next text by gracing him with a response.

you

shush jake obv im joking

….we will talk later tho

You then sent a photo of yourself in the mirror near the front door, chest pushed slightly out. You knew your audience.

cowboy ❤️

ur such a tease

you

see u soon flyboy <3

The drive down to the Hard Deck is brisk, not much traffic for a midweek afternoon in Miramar. As you pull into the Hard Deck’s parking lot you recognise a few of the pilots cars and you pull in next to Rooster’s bronco, scoffing at the fuzzy dice hanging from his rear view mirror. That boy was seriously stuck in the 70s.

Moving out of your car, you walk down to where you can see your aunt ‘working’ on one of the benches outside of the Hard Deck that faces the beach front. She slowly averts her gaze from Mav and smiles up at you,

“Hi darling, I wasn’t expecting to see you here?” You giggle as her attention slips from you again when Mav throws the ball particularly well over to Payback.

“Yeah, Jake text me asking if I wanted to join.” She giggles at your dreamy smile and pulls you down onto the bench next to her. Once you’re sat and your belongings have been placed down next to Penny’s you scour the group of pilots to find your boyfriend.

However, as you rake over the group you come to the realisation that he isn’t stood with them. That put an odd feeling in your stomach, Jake was never ever one to miss out on a competition. As you were about to question you aunt, you saw Bob approach with an uneasy look on his face.

“Hey, are you looking for Jake?”

You nod, spurring him on.

“He’s a little further down the beach, with um.. those two girls,”

Your gut twinges again as you look to where Bob is facing, lo and behold Jake is stood pointing something out to two tall slim girls. You weren’t jealous per se, you had no real reason to be. He wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, as annoying as it was, girls always seemed to flock to Jake. You weren’t jealous because Jake was the one to express his interest in you first, he knew what he wanted and it was you. Still your gut twinged. You looked to Bob, then stood up abruptly.

“Pen, do you mind looking after my stuff?” You turned to ask your aunt and she hummed absentmindedly, still entranced by her boyfriend. You took the hum as a yes and kicked your slides off ready to go find your boyfriend.

Bob took this as a sign to take off back to the group still playing football and watched your figure retreat to where Jake was standing with the two girls, smiling as they laughed at something he had said.

One of the girls smacked Jake’s chest lightly as she laughed far too hard for what Jake had said. This was when you began to feel slightly angry, you knew that type of laugh. You’d used it before. On Jake nonetheless. No man was ever that funny, especially Jake.

As you came into Jake’s view, his smile widened which made you falter slightly, in what was quite a stompy walk. Reminded of the fact that you were wearing his shirt and his favourite bikini you tried to style out your march into more of a cool girl saunter.

Jake lifted his sunglasses once you were stood in front of him and sucked in a breath as he took in your attire. He lifted his hand from his side and started to play with the hem of his shirt which hung from your frame.

“Wow..”

“Hey baby,” you smiled at him then turned to the two girls who appeared slightly confused by what was occurring in front of them.

“And you guys are…” okay maybe you were slightly snappy, but did these girls still have to hang around when they now clearly knew Jake was taken.

The brunette one of the two spoke up, “Jake, are you not gonna introduce us?”

Jake looked up and scoffed slightly at the girls audacity, he shared a look with you that had you holding in a giggle.

“…right, Brianna, Stace, this is my beautiful girlfriend.” At his statement you smiled up at him, bashful at his compliment and at the thought that you had previously had in which he completely ignored you in favour of his two new friends.

“Hi..” you smiled at the girls with more pep in your step.

The red head (Brianna?) then spoke up, “Oh.. this is your girlfriend?” With distaste on her tongue which made Jake seethe.

“What I just said.” He spoke shortly back to her.

Her friend clearly sensed the tension bubbling and tried to smoothen out the situation, “I think she just means we weren’t expecting to meet her,” she smiled apologetically at you.

You smiled back appreciatively and spoke up, “Well we should really be getting going, I have a game of football i need to see my boyfriend win, it was nice meeting you girls!”

Jake had already began to move away, dragging you along with him as you waved at the two girls when Brianna (?) spoke again,

“Wait Jake! Didn’t you want my number?”

You both turned back to see her friend look confusedly at her and Jake scoffed once again,

“Yeah, no thanks pal.”

You struggled to hold your giggle in again at Jake’s passive aggressive word choice and continued your walk back towards the rest of the pilots who were now taking a break from their game.

“God can you believe them?” Jake asked you exasperatedly, “you look so unbelievably hot right now by the way doll, is that my shirt?”

“They weren’t tooooo bad..” you giggled and nodded at Jake. He continued on,

“I mean they dragged me from the group asking where the closest place was to get food that wasn’t made behind a bar but then when I tried to point places out they just kept going on and on and on and on and-”

“Jake shut up would you?” You said as you finally reached the group sat outside the Hard Deck.

“Hey!” He said and smacked your ass lightly to emphasise his annoyance. You turned and stuck your tongue out at him as Rooster spoke up,

“Finally able to shake you two new best friends then ?”

Phoenix snorted and turned to you, “Babe you should have seen the way they were eyeing Jake up before they finally went in for the kill.” You giggled along next to her at her interesting choice of analysis for the two girls.

Jake had started his own conversation with Coyote and Bob when you finally turned back to look at him and finally realised you hadn’t got the chance to admire how handsome he looked right now. You suddenly couldn’t feel it in you to be angry at the girls and their failed attempts at flirting. The late afternoon sun was warm against your skin and made the remnants of sea water on Jake’s chest glimmer. His dark navy swim shorts hung dangerously low on his hips and his ray bans were sat just slightly too far down on his nose so he had to bring a hand up to push them back upwards, afterwards he raked said hand through his windswept hair and you embarrassingly felt you stomach flutter at the action.

You laced your fingers through his other hand which was still resting low on your hip and squeezed. He turned his head slightly indicating that you had his attention whilst he still managed to listen to Coyote’s ramblings. Standing on your tip toes you whispered into his ear,

“I’m going to go into the bathroom in the Hard Deck in a second and your going to follow in after me in about two minutes, okay?”

Jake looked down at you and smirked at your playful expression, he tipped his head up slightly in a showing of understanding and he dropped his hand from your hips to let you excuse yourself.

Jake watched your retreating form with his eyes trained on the sway of your hips and a smile plastered on his face. He pulled his phone from the pocked of his shorts and checked the time. 16:43. Two minutes and he could follow in after you.

Those last two minutes of Jake’s life seemed to be the longest he’d ever lived through.

He followed your previous path towards the bathroom at the back of the Hard Deck and knocked on the locked door. You open the door to a smiling Jake Seresin.

“Hi doll,” he smirks down at you. You pull him into the bathroom and lock the door behind him, wary of your surroundings.

He has one hand placed on the side of your face with the other groping your ass making you whine out at the contact. Jake leans down and kisses you slowly and sweetly, he goes to slip his tongue into your mouth but before he can you’re pulling away to shed yourself of his shirt and pull your hair up using the spare hair tie on your wrist.

Jake watches with his mouth hanging slightly open as you drop to your knees in front of him smiling sweetly.

“Not that I’m complaining sweetheart but what on earth did I do to deserve this ?”

Tugging at the drawstring holding his shorts up you stare up at him, “you defended my honour in front of those two wenches, oh valiant solider!”

Jake rolls his eyes at your dramatics, but he can see that you truly are grateful for his actions. The thing with you and Jake is that he always understands what you truly mean, even if you mask it behind layers of dry humour, built up for your protection.

You finally undo the knot holding Jake’s shorts so low on his waist (and make a mental note to tease him later on for his navy level drawstring knot) and look up to Jake for conformation.

“Please baby,” he almost whimpers down at you .

You smile at his whiny tone and pull his shorts down enough to release his cock and kitten lick against his leaking tip, making him shudder slightly in pleasure. You grasp him with you right hand and start slowly stroking, watching carefully at what movements make Jake react the most.

He begins to fiddle with the tie at the back of your neck which holds your bikini top together to try and distract him from letting out a groan too loud which could alert anyone outside of your whereabouts.

You lean down again and spit onto his tip, using you tongue to spread the wetness of your saliva and his precum along the length of his cock.

After spending your first night with Jake you realised he had enough of a reason to be so cocky. He was big. (not that you felt the need to tell him and boost his ego even further).

Sinking your mouth down onto him you breathed carefully through your nose and let him hit the back of your throat. Jake released a throaty groan in response to the action and moved his hand into your hair to pull at it lightly causing you to moan onto his shaft. The vibrations make Jake whine even louder into his fist. Spurred on by his noises you continue to move up and down on him sloppily, clenching your thighs at the sounds being pulled from his throat.

The final straw for Jake was when you looked up at him through you long wet lashes as you pulled off of him, with a long string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close.” Jake whimpered.

You take him back into you mouth and trace the vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue. You sloppily continue to suck as Jake’s whines reach a crescendo and he spills into your mouth with a deep grunt. His grip on your hair loosens and you pull your mouth away, careful to keep his cum inside of your mouth. Some slips out the sides of your lips as you swallow and you allow it to drip down in between the valley of your breasts for Jake to admire.

“You are too fucking good to me doll,” Jake speaks breathlessly, helping you up onto unsteady feet.

You giggle up at him, “You can repay the favour later cowboy don’t worry.”

He smirks down at you and rights his shorts swiftly. As he looks back up he uses his fingers to collect his seed that collected in between you breasts and pushes them into your mouth for you to suck clean. Once you finish he pulls you into a searing kiss and licks his tongue around your mouth, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.

You pull away, slightly light headed and turn to the mirror to right yourself. Jake stands behind you in the mirror and pulls his button down onto you, smiling at your reflection. You turn around and peck him quickly and reach for the door to let yourselves out.

Walking into the main area of the Hard Deck with Jake behind you, you notice your aunt looking at you with her signature smirk on her face and you blush under her gaze. She wonders when you and Jake will finally stop defiling her property.

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a/n: i love these two, jake is much less suckier than he is in my first fic bc i think he is actually so boyfriend !!!!

hopefully you all enjoy this!!! and thank you so much for all the notes on my other two pieces !! i promise i will get to any requests as soon as :)

pls reblog and comment and tell me what you think <333

- honey :0

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[mintcaramelhazel]

Legend says that for a brief period of time, Penny had a TV at the Hard Deck.

She installed it because Sarah suggested it as Admiral Tom Kazansky was going to appear at Congress and they were going to televise the intervention.

It was very convenient because Mav was gone with Ice and the Dagger Squad was left behind sad. They were hoping to support his new dad, but the Navy need them in Miramar. And, somehow, Warlock convinced Cyclone to give them some time off to follow Icemans intervention.

So, the Dagger Squad found themselves w Solomon and Beau (bc they were out in the wild and not at work) watching how the congress “worked” and admiring the pose and grace of their Admiral.

Until...

Well, it wasn't exactly Bradley's fault, and neither was Jake’s. But one thing led to another and there was some competition involved and some backhanded comments about some members of Congress and...

They took a shot every time that:

Any member of congress asked a stupid question

Iceman made any person rethink what they were going to say with just a glare

Make someone stutter, etc

There were more rules but thirty minutes in they had to amend the list as they were getting too wasted and Cyclone was threatening to fight personally anyone who dared to disrespect his Admiral.

By the time the intervention finished, Penny had cut them the alcohol and she was threatening to ban the entrance to her local. Cyclone had to take care of the bill. Warlock tried to charm Penny to get them of the hook and the daggers...

They never had a clear idea of how they managed to get back to their accommodations. But Amelia got richer that day, taking advantage of her new driver's licence and Bradley’s Bronco to drive off the affected aviators.

The TV disappeared after that and nobody questioned it.

#top gun #drinking games top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #top gun maverick #tom iceman kazansky #penny benjamin #sarah and penny are together #one side love Beau cyclone Simpson and Tom iceman Kazansky #does connect to the wifi?? #balloon gate or some shit like that

[justanamesstuff]

All I Need

Chapter 5

Matty Healy!dad x f!reader

A/N: Okay so here is chapter 5…I hope you like it, guys!! Tell me what you think..whatever that is!!

Warnings: there’s a +18 part so minors please do not interact!!; swearing; paining; typos.

Word count: 6.2 K!!!!!!!!!!!! (Wtf)

MASTERLIST

Saturday Morning

Gracie: Bitch! Are you awake?

Y/n rolled her eyes at the text popping up on the top of her screen. She had been scrolling through Instagram for almost half an hour. She was enjoying the quiet morning. Amelia was still asleep and thought there was no harm in letting her sleep the morning away. 

Either way, she wouldn’t make her way down the stairs, scared that Matty was awake and ready to talk. He had hurt her with his words deeply. So, she wasn’t prepared to speak with him.

 During the date with Paul, she felt fine, distracted even. But, as soon as she pulled the main door open, everything went back to the front of her mind. The meanings behind his words, how angry he was at her. 

Hypocrite. 

Y/n shook her head and focused on replying to Grace’s message.

Y/n: Yes, bitch. What do you want now? 🙄

Gracie: WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I WANT ALL THE DETAILS!!

Y/n smiled at her excitement. 

Gracie: I have some tea to spill too…just for you…

She frowned at the screen, worried about what Gracie would reply with.

Y/n: What do you mean?

Gracie: the rat and I had an interesting chat. I’LL TELL U ONLY WITH THE CONDITION that you tell me everything about Paul.

She giggles at Grace again, calling Matty a rat even though he has repeatedly told her to cut it out, claiming it's no longer funny.

 A chat? What on earth could they talk about? 

Y/n thought, unable to imagine them speaking to each other in a passive-aggressive manner when she wasn’t there to buffer.

Y/n: Fineee. I’m still in bed. Come here.

Gracie: Yay!

Y/n: Grace?

Gracie: yeah? 

Y/n: Try really hard….and I mean it…not to make a single sound. I can’t face Matty just yet.

Gracie: ydm? 

Y/n: I’ll explain it to you, just don’t fuck it.

Gracie: okay 👀👀

Y/n was holding her breath, waiting for her friend to fuck up everything. That she would wake Matty and Amelia in the process. She closed her eyes, almost as a prayer. 

Grace appeared at her door, opening and closing it in a heartbeat. She manoeuvred around on her tiptoes, making her way to Y/n's bed until they were both situated on the hardboard of the queen size bed. Y/n left her phone on her bedside table.

“So…” Grace trailed off, tilting her head.

“It was good…nice.” Y/n felt tired, although the day had barely begun.

Grace visibly cringed at her answer. “That bad?”

“No, no…he was pleasant, sweet, wonderful, really. He brought me flowers.” Grace was holding into every detail as if her life depended on it. “I forgot them in his-”

“Did he kiss you, or did you kiss him?” Grace shouted. As a result, gaining a big and exaggerated shush from Y/n. 

“Shut up, you idiot!” Y/n silently shouted at her.

“Sorry, sorry…go on.” Grace whispered before covering her mouth with her hands. She was an adult with a soul of a child.

“We did not kiss.” Y/n shared with her best friend, making sure to accentuate every syllable.

She leaned all her weight on the bed, whining like a little girl.

“Why?” Her best friend asked, sounding puzzled.

“I don’t know, Grace. He walked me to the door, and I thought he was going to…then he didn’t. He just kissed my cheek.” Y/n admitted to herself that she was in fact slightly disappointed.

“Lame.” Grace stated, making Y/n screamed with laughter.

“It was hot in the moment, not going to lie.” she admitted,

“And dinner?” Grace cheered up with excitement again.

Y/n tried to hide her small smirk as she played with the thread sticking out from the bedsheets. “It was nice.”

“Shit.” Grace gasped.

“What?” Y/n questioned and immediately pulled her attention to Grace’s face.

“What’s wrong with him?” 

Y/n was just confused, “Nothing?” 

“Y/n…”

Y/n shoulders shrugged, feeling conflicted. “I don’t know, okay? He’s handsome, thoughtful…Truly a Prince Charming”

“Not you quoting the rat’s words.” Grace rolled her eyes at Y/n’s exact words that Matty said Friday night.

“Come on, he does look like Prince Charming. Admit it!” Y/n encourage Grace smiling wide.

Grace stopped for a minute to really think about it. She wasn’t really interested in that debate. Grace felt the need to go one step further. “Image I…hypothetically..say, I agree. Don’t you want prince charming?”

Which tool Y/n by surprise. “I don’t know…” her momentary happiness washing away.

Grace felt bad, and proceed to light the mood. “No, right…you want Ratty Healy.” Y/n bursted into a fit of laughter. When her friend calmed down, she picked up the conversation. “Are you going to see Paul again?”

“He implied it yesterday. After the date, he texted me about the flowers.” Y/n felt the impulse to take her phone, just to distract her mind for a minute at least. 

“Nice ones?” Grace was a big nerd for flowers. Y/n secretly found that adorable. 

“Expensive ones.” she bobbed her head, answering the question silently as well.

“Colour?”

Many years around Grace’s hobby gave Y/n enough knowledge about a big variety of flowers; including the little fact that consciously or subconsciously people send messages with them. Yellow was not attached to love or romantic. It was a difficult colour, even though people tend to think it was cheerful and nice, when they weren’t entirely. 

“Don’t start.” Y/n warned her. Gaining some time because she knew Grace was going to know about the colour even faster than her.

“Girl, messages are all around!” Grace clicked in the air with her fingers, insisting on her statement. “Colour?” She repeated.

“Yellow.” Y/n said focused on Grace’s side profile. She saw the crinkle in her eyes as recognition reached Grace’s head. Not good.

Grace tried hard not to express her thoughts because she did want her cousin and friend to continue going out “Mhm…”

“What?” Y/n faked not knowing.

“Not going to say it!” Grace lifted her arms in defence. 

“Fine, I don’t care.”

“Okay.”

The silence came between them. Y/n’s mind couldn’t stop thinking about Matty and Grace's conversation. She didn’t want to ask. 

“Come on. I know you’re dying to know…” Grace exposed her, annoyed. Sometimes her best friend can read her mind, as if they share a part of it.

“No.” Y/n desisted. 

Grace decided to enjoy teasing her a little. At the end, she was going to crack and tell Y/n everything, although she still wanted to have fun with it. “Okay.”

“You’re so annoying!” Y/n brook her composure.

Grace mocked her for it. “So annoying that I have the information you’re dying to know.” 

Silence.

Grace had been thinking about Matty’s sayings more than she wanted to accept. It was easy to hate the rat without knowing his side of the story. Even after talking, Grace was sure he didn’t give her the full version, although he indeed shared a part with Y/n’s friend the night before. “He mopped all night about your fight.” let out finally.

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. “That’s the tea?” Grace snorted, she wasn’t buying it.

“Part of…”

 “Sure.” 

‘She’s so obvious’, Grace thought rolling her eyes inside her head.

“Drop it…” Grace warned Y/n. “I was pointing out for him how shit he looked.” as her friend started sharing, Y/n rolled her eyes. “I knew he was thinking about you guys fighting. I told him he was being unfair to you-”

Fucking hell. “Grace!”

“What? It’s the truth!” Grace turned around, shrinking her shoulders as a physical defence.

Y/n’s mind raced, with thoughts. “Oh my god!”

“He tried to make me believe he hasn’t fucked anyone since you guys conceived Amelia.” Y/n hide her face behind her hands at the mere image of Matty’s reaction to that. She did want to murder -metaphorically- Grace. “I told him we were on the internet. Saw the videos and pictures.” Y/n threw the blanket around her head. “No, no…he was focused on you saying anything about those.” 

“Did you just threw me under the bus , huh?” Y/n voiced came muffled by the piece of fabric.

“Never” Crossed her heart as they did back in primary school. She continued, “Then he was all about Paul.” 

Y/n spied from her hiding spot. “Saying what exactly?” she inquired, fearing the answer with her heart beating fast inside her chest.

“If I thought Paul was suitable for you…” 

Y/n interrupted her quick, sitting down fully. “And you said?”

“I told him my opinion.” Grace hesitated as she did the night before with Matty. She was the most transparent person in the world. Y/n tremble a little.

“Which was?”

“Yes, he’s suitable for her.” Grace repeat her answer with the same tone she would say the shopping list, without any bit of conviction or emotion. Matty wasn’t an imbecile.

Y/n knew Matty enough to accurately state, “He didn’t believe you.”

Grace contradict her beliefs, “Course not. He’s an idiotic!” Y/n snorted.  “You know what? He was acting so strange, Y/n. I can’t say what it was, but I have never seen him like…that.” She talked with every bit of intensity, her previous answers hadn’t had.

Grace couldn’t believe she was feeling sorry for Matty. She was in fact feeling compassion for him.

“In what sense?” Y/n chewed her lips, anxiously. 

Grace weight her ideas for a moment. “He was troubled.”

“Mhm…” Y/n was out of answers. Her mind was spiralling around Matty, Paul, and the mess she let herself into.

“We ended the chat with him saying that he wanted you happy…and I said, then let her be.” Grace confessed.

Y/n felt a wave of sadness and regret washing over her body. She was still mad with him, although his confession to Grace warmed her heart, breaking the wrath. “I had to wake him up when I came back from the date. He was plastered on the couch, downstairs. He tried to talk about the fight. I ran upstairs.” Y/n cringed.

“Very mature!” Grace tried to joke. Watching Y/n troubled was a sight she tried really hard not to witness it, if she could do something to prevent it.

Y/n rubbed her face with annoyance. “I know. I just couldn’t do it last nigh…heck, I don’t want to face him now.” 

Grace hugged her, trying to show her support.

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Sunday

Matty walked, with Amelia in his arms, around the park near the family house. Spring was coming and Amelia was clearly excited about the flowers blooming. She pointed out everywhere, bubbling things Matty pretended to understand.

He kissed the top of her head. His baby was getting so big, the thought excited and terrified the singer equally. Matty tried not to think about it and enjoy the daughter and daddy time.

When they were making their way back, because it was almost Amelia’s nap time, Matty spotted a new shop. A flower shop. An idea popped into his head.

Y/n had been avoiding him. When Grace left the night before, he tried to push her to speak with him. In fact, he was aware that Grace was still around because Y/n used her as a shield. Matty let her. 

He wanted to have the conversation without forcing her. Also, he knew he deserved the cold shoulder treatment. On Friday night, after his walk of shame, he stayed in bed regretting his choice of words. Matty tried to put himself in Y/n’s shoes, understanding how way out of place his infant accusations were. 

Amelia clapped loud when they approached the shop, took his dad out of daydreaming. 

A lot of buckets were outside, decorating the front. Fresh flowers. Matty let her come down. Amelia stumbled a little as she approached the containers. 

“Oh, oh…” she exclaimed excited. 

Matty saw her sniff using all the muscles on her little face. He couldn’t retain his smile, and the urge to capture his little girl being cute. 

“Should we bring mommy a bunch?” he asked, keeping his phone in the pocket of his trousers. She looked up at her father with wide brown eyes. 

‘Same sweet ones as Y/n.’, Matty though. 

“Let’s go then!” He took the baby up, entering the big shop.

After a short -still- nice conversation with the old lady running the place, he opted for a bouquet of white gardenias. The woman smiled at his choice, Matty brushed it off as nothing. 

Once again on the way home, Matty instructed Amelia to hold them while they walk. “I think mommy’s gonna like them” he said excitedly.

Amelia chuckled, looking only at the pretty flowers glutted to her face. “Mmm” she exclaimed as an answer. Matty laughed again at her silliness. She was still really little in age, although her personality was growing faster.

He never brought flowers for Y/n, the thought came out of nowhere. Matty didn’t know why. That day though, it was like an offer’s peace, a plea to be back to just be friends again. At least friends. 

Y/n was a massive part of Matty’s life; she was the reason Amelia was at that moment inside his arms, he was grateful to the universe for crossing their paths. He regretted every word he said, once more, and he acknowledged, the worst part was hurting her. He wanted to make peace, not war.

Matty struggled to open the door, his hands always full when he needed to unlock it. Nevertheless, he managed to succeed before Amelia started calling Y/n.

“Mommy, mommy!” she shouted repeatedly, startling Matty. 

Why toddlers liked to repeat things so many times?, he wondered. Trying to keep his heart rating low and his mind distracted, failing miserably.

Amelia wiggled inside his arms. She was getting more active every day and something it was hard to keep up with her. Matty left her on the floor again. Finally secure on her feet, she ran away leaving him behind.

“Amelia, be careful, baby!” he followed his child with fear she might fall and get hurt.

“Where is my buba?” Y/n exclaimed from the kitchen table.

Amelia cried with excitement. “Mommy, mommy!” 

“Hi, sweet cheeks!” Y/n said once her eyes fell on her daughter. “Whatcha have there?” Y/n smiled wide, coming to her height. Amelia tried to explain in her little incomprehensible language, extending the bouquet. 

“We thought it was a nice gift.” Matty made himself known. Y/n looked up while she held Amelia with one arm, and her hand reached for the flowers. 

“Yeah?” Y/n was out of words. Matty looked especially sweet and cuddly; while the flowers brought tears to her eyes. “That’s really thoughtful from you two.” she said directly to Amelia, kissing her cheeks. 

Y/n couldn’t look at Matty.

“It took us a minute because a little lady…” Matty sat down on the kitchen floor in front of them, tickling Amelia, making her cackled loud.  “Wanted to smell every single bunch.” Matty shared with Y/n, making her smile. 

“Did you take a picture of her?” Y/n looked at him for the first time in days. Her heart warm looking at the hazel brown orbs. 

“One? I took a thousand!” they laughed together. 

Y/n acknowledged Amelia’s excitement dropping, she started to rub her little eye. “Well, I’m going to get a base for this…and you, my little dove…” Y/n blew a raspberry on Amelia’s cheek without getting a big reaction. “Have to go and have your nap, or you’re going to get grumpy.”

“Come on!” Matty extended his arms and Amelia didn’t hesitate. 

The grown-ups stood up. Matty turned around, directing himself and the girl on his arms towards the hall. Meanwhile, Y/n started to open the cupboards. 

Matty stopped, still cradling Amelia. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?” she went to the hall, making herself visible for him.

“What about we sit outside while this one naps?” Matty offered, hoping for Y/n’s answer.

“Okay” she was well aware of his intentions. She knew they had to talk. “Do you want coffee or tea?”

“Coffee, please. I’ll be right back.” 

Without more interactions, Matty rushed up and Y/n tried to keep herself calm while searching for something to put the white flowers in. 

White gardenias.

Y/n wondered if he knew the meaning behind them.

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Matty found the kitchen area empty. The sliding door was open just a crack to informed him that someone had gone outside. 

He opened it enough so his body could go through. Y/n was seated on the back patio, on the long couch outside. Two mugs were steaming on the table. 

Matty admired her for a minute. Y/n was deep in thought, her phone beside the brewings.

“It’s really nice today.” Matty cut the silence while he approached her.

“Yeah…” she admitted, feeling the couch sinking under Matty’s weight. Y/n didn’t turn to look at him. Even though he wasn’t touching her, she felt he was close. 

Matty ran a hand through his curls. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing, really.” her sight still lingering on the view between the side of their's house and the neighbour's house. The sun was peaking throw, touching her face in a warm caress.

“Mhm…Y/n?” he asked so low that if they weren’t sitting as close as they were, she would have not heard him.

“Matty?” she replied with the same tone. Her heart biting like the gallop of a horse inside her rib cage. Y/n feared he might listen. 

Matty played with his curls, anxiously. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean any word the other night.” She kept her silence. Waiting. She wanted him to continue. “I was sleep-deprived and so stressed. Someone is suing us- it doesn’t matter, but was angry and tired, and I took it all on you.” he admitted. “It wasn’t right, wasn’t fair…it’s such a cliché, you’re truly the best mother. I mean it. Amelia, and I, are so lucky to have you in our lives.”

“You really hurt me, Matt.” Y/n dared to look at his sad eyes—the bags under his light brown eyes shaped in a dark colour. She wanted to soothe them somehow.

Matty scratched the back of his head. “I know. I’m a moron.” She laughed.

“You’re not!” Y/n contradicted him.

“I am! You’re just sweet...” his voice sounding warmer. Y/n looked directed to his orbs. He was so pretty. 

She shook her head, tore her sight from his face. “Shut up.” Y/n blushed, repeating the words inside her mind. Trying to get rid of second meanings behind them.

They fell into a comfortable silence. Letting the sun bathe them while both enjoyed the company of one another.

“Matty-” Y/n was the first one to break the silence. 

He appreciated her factions. “Yeah?”

Y/n’s heart prevailed over her rational brain. “Your outburst was only because you were angry about work?” She dread herself for asking him exactly that.

Matty was taken aback by her innocent question. 

The singer hesitate. He could just say the truth and everything would change. There lies the problem. Everything could change for the worst. Matty’s frighten brain took over, answering. “Yes. Work is taking a toll on me.”

Y/n scolded herself for even think about the possibility of him having second intentions. She didn’t learn. 

 “How was your date?” Matty tried to redirect the conversation after a pause. 

Y/n review the conversation she had with Grace. The answers were still the same as yesterday. “Nice.”

“That bad?” he turned his body towards her, placing his arms behind Y/n’s head. She didn’t flinch. 

“Why do you and Grace say that?” Y/n whined, staring at him again. They were closer than before, she noticed.

Matty laughed out loud. “Because we’re friends now..” he wiggled his eyes. 

“Yeah, I heard.”

“That little snitch!” he faked being angry. He knew Grace was going to talk with Y/n about their's conversation. “So, Prince Charming…”

“I’m not doing this with you, Matty.” Y/n moved forward, closer to the edge of the couch, ready to stand up.

Matty was quick answering, keeping her in place. “Why not?” he frowned. Y/n loved when he did that, it wasn’t the nicest expression, although she did love it on him. Matty looked cute all puzzled.

“We don’t talk about this stuff. I’m okay with that, and I’m not complaining.” she raised her hands.

“We should…” he thought out loud. Matty wanted her hearing the truth from him, not from some shitty website. 

“What? No…I prefer not to know.” she folded her arms, resting her back once again on the cushion.

Matty took a strand of her hair, getting distracted with it. Y/n’s body shivered with the action.  “You just want to find out through Instagram?” Matty hummed.

“She’s such a big mouth.” Y/n shrunk in her place, making her hair fall all over her face. Matty changed his attention to the front of her head, moving strands of hair out of the way. She was blushing. 

“Really, Y/n…I don’t mind telling you.” He did mind. Matty was desperate to tell her everything, at the same time his mind was constantly repeating how dangerous this whole conversation was. 

Little did Matty knew how much against Y/n was to the mere thought of him talking about fucking other girls. Her heart was hurting, her legs aching to run away somewhere safe -for example, her room-. “I do not want to know, Matty.”

“Why? I’m looking forward to learn about Prince Charming's tools of seduction.” Matty allowed himself to touch her chin, directing her attention to his face once more. His intention was to make it funny, but the proximity of their faces and the feather touch make it sound everything far from comical.

“You’re impossible.” Sat back up, tying her hair in a bun on the top of her head. Matty let his hand touch the side of her clothed leg. 

She needed to focus on anything than Matty. Her cheeks were on fire, making it complicated for her. Y/n felt him everywhere.

“Come on…Why don’t you wanna know? If I’m honest, tabloids make it look twenty times bigger than it really is.”

Y/n was intrigued, she couldn’t deny it. “Really?”

“See? You want to know!” Matty teased her.

“Nah”

“What about you tell me about Pri- Sorry, Paul…and then, I’ll tell you my stuff.” Matty offered as if they were in a commercial transaction.

“Matt-” Y/n was running out of excuses, Matty did notice.

He almost facepalmed himself while saying, “Come on. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Y/n took noticed of every fraction of his face. The freckles she remembered to kiss, specially during the mornings when they were acting sweet on bed. His stubble making an appearance. She wanted to run her hand, feeling the rough scratch of it against the skin of her hand. Not a single part make her believe he was being insincere. “Yeah…”

“Okay, Paul” Matty rubbed his hands as a fly would do. He never failed to make her laugh. 

“Why me first?” she whined.

“Because I say so…” the ego of this man, she thought.

Y/n muttered. “Rat”

“Yes, darlin’?” Matty joked, resting his head on the palm of his hands. 

Y/n blanked her eyes, starting with almost the same tale she told Grace. “He took me to a fancy restaurant…”

“You hate that.” Matty complained, pushing his body forward. 

Y/n wasn’t the biggest fan of fancy restaurants. Plenty of conversations about it gave that knowledge to Matty. Y/n wasn’t going to let him know he was in fact right. “I don’t! It was really nice.”

Matty analysed her eyes. “Liar.” he stated, without a shadow of doubt.

“I’m not lying, Matty!” Y/n made an effort to sound convinced enough.

Matty never let go of the eye contact. “You dread the experience. Being there sitting still, talking about mundane stuff and eating tiny pieces of food.” the lead singer stated every piece of evidence. Again, he was right and both of them know it deep down.

“It was nice, okay?” Y/n tried to settle down the discussion.

“Fine” he blanked his eyes. “What else?”

“He brought me flowers” Matty frozen, although she didn’t let him have the time to think about the coincidences. Y/n continued, “Forgot them inside his car-” Matty started laughing hard, until his head fell forward into Y/n’s lap. He pressed his forehead on her leg.

“What are you laughing about, idiot?” she chuckled without being able to contain it. Matty turned his head around on her lap, looking up, while his body rested on the couch. “You broke his heart with that, love!” he was smiling, victorious.

Y/n looked away. “I didn’t. He said he’s going to bring them next time we see each other” she explained and Matty ignored it.

“Tell him no, you already have a nice bouquet from Amelia” he wanted her attention far from Paul. 

“And you…” Y/n remind him, making Matty’s heart grew a size. 

He agreed, still smiling wide.“And me.”

Y/n started to play with his curls because the anxiety inside her pushed her to place her hands somewhere. They always felt softer than they looked. “It was a nice bouquet.” she admitted. 

“You’re welcome.” Y/n pulled his hair. “Auch. Okay, colour?” Matty couldn’t focus on anything rather her face close. 

Y/n felt like it was the thousand time she rolled her eyes.“You and Grace, I swear…yellow.” 

She wondered for the second time that evening if Matty knew anything about flowers. “Not very prince charming from him, if I'm honest…” she tugged his curls again, leaving her doubts behind. “Y/n!” 

“Stop calling him that then!” 

She didn’t really care about him calling Paul that, even she used it with Grace. It was fun to mess with him, at least a little, after all the teasing he putted her under.

“Never. Did Prince Charming- “ Y/n pulled a face that made him chuckled. “Kissed you?” Matty asked as if he didn’t fear the answer. The air was dense. He tried to control his breathing, faking being okay with his own question. Y/n stopped running her hands through his curls, even though she kept it there. 

“What if he did?” 

“Nothing.” he said quickly. Way too fast for his own liking.

“He didn’t kiss me.” Y/n admitted after what felt like an eternity for him.

He didn’t have more words, just the horrible image inside his brain of Y/n’s face and Paul’s close. “Mhm” Matty hummed, content with the new information.

“What?” 

His eyes were still closed when he wondered. “Were you waiting for him to do it?”

His heart marching to the rhythm of hope.

“I’m not sure” Y/n told him, sincere. 

“Mhm”

“Stop with the mhm’s!” She let her hand keep playing with his hair, massaging his scalp. 

“Sorry. Well, my turn.” Matty cheered a little, opening his eyes, without moving from his current placing.

This was his opportunity to let out a big part of what he wanted her to know. But Y/n didn’t think the same as him. For her, he was going to rip her heart out.

“You don’t have-” 

Matty started rumbling without hearing her. “I haven’t been on a date in…let me think.” he lifted his fingers in front of his face, counting. “Amelia was born in- We found out you were pregnant at week eight…” he was really thinking about it. “When was the last time we had a date?” he startled her with the question. The light coming from the side made his eyes look lighter and softer. 

“Never?” Y/n half answered, half asked.

“We had dates!” Matty searched inside her eyes.

“You never brought me flowers or booked a dinner” Y/n stated denying his affirmation.

“Because you hate that!” He wasn’t entirely right. She loved the bouquet Amelia and him brought home for her. 

“I don’t…hate it, entirely…”

Matty tried to recall some occasion that could pass as a date. “What about movie nights? The nights at the studio? We went to the cinema to watch Louis’ movie!” he went to move his fingers on the air again. 

“Really, do you want me to remind you the real purpose behind them?” Y/n smooth the lines of his forehead. Matty wanted to moan to the touch and the memories rushing through his head.

“Please do” he exclaimed, suggestively.

Y/n cheeks turning red. “Shut up!”

“Well, yeah, I haven't had a date in more than three years…” Matty continued. 

Y/n really felt he was lying, or minimising the truth, “I don’t believe it!”

“You let Grace influence you too much!”

“I don’t!”

“Anyway…I’ve been with a bunch of girls. I don’t remember them.” Matty admitted with shame painting his features. He knew he could speak with freedom, although the thought of Y/n thinking less of him made him regret saying his thoughts out loud. Even when he was sure Y/n wasn’t prejudice. 

“How come you don’t?” Y/n was truly puzzled. 

Matty scratched the space between his eyebrows, blocking his eyes from hers. “It was more about necessities….I wasn’t fully present…I stated how much I wasn’t into pursuing a formal..type of- A relationship” He started to sweat under her weight of his words.

“How ‘gone’ are we talking about?” Y/n quoted raising her fingers up.

Matty played with his hair, frustrated and embarrassed. “Very drunk most times. I believe I remember a few, can’t really tell.”

Y/n wasn’t sure what she can or should say. “That’s horrible, Matt. You should take some girl on a proper date…” she pinched his cheek.

“Oh, now you are giving me dating advices?” Matty lifted himself, leaving the warmth of her lap. He was inches away from her face.

“Nah. Take it as advice from a…friend” Y/n brushed him off, without moving a muscle.

“Mhm, a friend” Matty hesitates, looking directly at her lips. Y/n’s breathing stopped, acknowledging the direction of his eyes.

The baby call broke the bubble. Y/n excused herself, running upstairs to get Amelia. Matty let his head fall on the couch under him, face down. He groaned.

Friends? 

He shook his head, lifting himself up. 

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Amelia was giggling loud when Y/n entered the house after a quick visit to the shops. The sound brought a smile to her face. 

“Forty, forty-one…” Matt was counting out loud. Amelia never stopped laughing.

Y/n made her way into the living room after leaving the groceries in the kitchen. Matty was crunched up, while Amelia cackled under Matty’s toned body. He let himself down, without pushing his weight into the baby. He kissed his cheeks and come up again. “Forty two.”

“What are you two doing?” Y/n asked, amused, from the frame door. 

Matty looked back at her, without breaking his form. The muscles on his arms moving due to the force. His curls sticking to his forehead a little. “Working out.” 

“I see.”

“Mommy!” Amelia slipped away, moving between Matty’s arms, letting him come down and rest. Mel took Y/n’s hand and pushed her close to the floor. 

“What?” the girl pushed again, letting her know to come to her level. Amelia let her mother hand go and went to stand beside Matty. Both parents looked at her, prompted down messily. She made her way into her back again and shout.

“Daddyyy…” she was making grabby hands. 

“Again?” he asked.

“Yes.” Amelia said in the cutest tone.

 “She’s just obsessed with this.” Matty let Y/n know this piece of information.

He succumbed to Amelia's wishes once more. Y/n took her phone out, recording the game. She was going to miss Amelia's cute and pitchy laugh when she grows older. 

After a couple of fake counting, Amelia called her mother once more. She urged her to lay like her, and Y/n couldn’t say no to her baby. Matty and Y/n knew they spoiled the child a lot, although it was hard to say no to her happiness. 

Amelia disappeared from under Matty’s body and pushed Y/n’s shoulders down. “Daddy.” she said. 

Y/n looked directly at Matty, who was focused on his daughter. It wasn’t too hard to add two and two. Amelia want everybody involved in the game. She was way too innocent to know the tension forming between mom and dad. 

“What?” Matty asked her, knelt down in front of her. Amelia didn’t hesitate to take his hand and try to drag him closer to Y/n. 

Matty looked at Amelia’s mother, waiting for her response. “Just do one or two, she’s not going to stop until you-”

“Okay.” He didn’t need to be told twice. 

Matty rested his hands on both sides of Y/n’s shoulders. This wasn’t a strange position for the couple; even when they haven’t done it in a long time and after the evening they spend hours before. Matty took a big breath. He was tired at this point of the game, and being this close to Y/n was making him dizzy. 

“Daddy!” Amelia’s voice brought him back again. 

He plopped down, resting his lips slowly onto her cheek. Y/n closed her eyes for a second. 

She was feeling every part of him close. Y/n realized how much she had missed it. A wave of heat washed over her body. Matty made his way up again, Y/n opened her eyes, looking at him.

They were playing with fire.

“One.” he breathless said. 

Suddenly he was back down again, this time the tip of his nose was on her neck, inhaling her essence. Amelia’s clapping brook the bubble their parent were into. She was done with not being the centre of daddy’s attention. 

Matty moved away with hesitation, Y/n cleansed her throat and made a lame excuse to exit the room. Before going, she kissed Amelia to not got her upset. 

Matty looked at his daughter. “You little nymph.” he hugged her. 

—--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

His eyes were closed, the light was out. Matty heard the cracking of the door opening slowly. He froze on his place, in the middle of the big bed that occupied most of his bedroom.

“Matty, are you sleep?” Y/n asked from the proximity of the door. Matty cracked an eye open, wincing at the light of the hall. Her frame was dark in contrast with the white light. 

“No,,” sleep was a rear thing for him those days. “Everything alright?” He asked.

She didn’t respond. Matty watched her turn the hall’s light off and close the door.

Soon the mattress was sinking under her weight. Matty felt nervous like never before. He was almost naked, usually he slept like that. Leaving clothes at his reach just for any emergency. 

Matty propped up, helping himself by the support of his arms. The sheets revealing his chest even when everything was dark. “Y/n?” he hesitates. 

Y/s placed her hand in the middle of his chest. She was barely touching him, even though her body radiated warmth. 

Y/n pushed. Matty fell again in his mattress. Slowly but surely, she let her head fall into his chest. He sighted loudly. It’s been so long since she was inside his bed, in his bedroom. Almost, skin with skin.

Y/n traced patterns on his chest. Matty held a moan. It’s been so long since she touched him like that.  

He sensed her move around, instantly missing the feeling of her resting on top of his body. 

Y/n left a trail of kisses from the middle of his chest, until she reached the ‘we are kings tattoo’. Matty whined without caring, he wanted to enjoy every minute and second of it. 

“Y/n…” he meant to warned her, to ask her but her name came as a moan dropping from his lips. Sweeter than ever before.

Y/n moved even further down, hooking her fingers on the elastic of his underwear. His heart beating inside his ribcage, expecting the next action.

Matty in a reflex move grabbed the back of her head. “Tell me how much you want it, Matty.” the lights coming from outside illuminated her factions. Y/s smirked wide, playing with the fabric. Matty’s cock twitching under it.

Matty propped up from his bed. His breathing and his heart faster than normal. He ran both of his hands through his wet hair, messing them even more. 

He closed his eyes tight. 

The image of Y/n about to suck his dick so vividly in his mind. 

He tried to think about anything else, whatever helped to avoid the dream from returning.

Who was he trying to convince? 

Matty played the scene again. Making his right hand came in contact, over the fabric of his boxer, with his hard dick. He winced to the touch, picturing it was hers. 

If he was a better person, he would stop. Matty knew it was wrong, but it felt right. Amazing, mind-blowing.

Like so many times during the past two years, he pleasured himself at the thought of the woman he was in love with. 

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[ofstoriesandstardust]

the one with the friendship bracelets (b.r.b.)

note: sunshine will forever be immortalized in the friendship bracelet i made her and i love their love so here is this. :)

warnings: a wee bit of jealous Bradley if you squint, future Bradley and Sunshine, swearing, kissing, i got a wee bit carried away

Snow crunched under your boots as you hurried across campus, tucking your chin tighter into your jacket. 

Despite the sunny skies and decent temperature, the wind went right through you, settling in your bones as you rushed towards the dining hall. Someone calls out your name as you arrive at the doors of the building. You turn, looking behind you to spot Blake rushing towards you. 

You offer him a smile as he climbs up the steps. “Hey Blake, it’s been a minute.” 

He nods, a bit breathless. “Yeah, well, you know how it is. Busy.” 

You nod, pushing the door open for him as he walks in behind you. The warm air hits you as the door shuts, something you welcome. “Yeah, totally get that. We should hang sometime if you aren’t too busy though. I miss seeing you.” 

He gives you a small smile. “Yeah, that’d be fun.�� 

Someone calls your name and you both turn, spotting your friends waving you over. He follows you, if a bit hesitantly, as you look at them. “What are you doing?” 

In one of the open areas for students to hang out in the dining hall, SGA had set up tables with what appeared to be different crafts. Madison smiles, holding up a bracelet. “We’re making friendship bracelets. It’s for Valentine’s Day.” 

You nod, eyes scanning over the table at your friends bracelets. “Hey Sunshine, give me your wrist.” Bradley picks up your hand before you can even offer it to him, making a blush immediately crawl up your neck. Blake’s hand lands on your shoulder before you can address what Bradley is doing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go, but uh, we should catch up sometime, yeah?” 

You nod, giving him a smile. “Yeah, okay. Anytime, you just let me know!” 

Bradley tugs your arm, nodding his head down to your wrist. You glance down, missing the look Bailey and Tommy share across the table. “What- Oh my God.” 

On your wrist is a bracelet with blue and yellow beads, a charm that says sunshine in the middle. 

“I made you a friendship bracelet.” He says with a smile. “You were in class and I wanted to make sure you got one.” 

“Bradley, I-” Your throat closes up with how earnest he looked, with how happy he looked. 

You were not about to cry over a thread with some beads, god damn it. 

“Do you like it?” He asks softly, his smile turning a little nervous. 

“Bradley, I love it. This is so me, I- Thank you.” You say, blinking at how much the little craft meant to you. “Can I make you one?” He shrugs. 

“Sure. I gotta go to class though.” 

You nod, slipping your backpack off as the two of you trade seats. “Hey, what’re you doing for Valentine’s Day tonight?” 

You freeze, looking up to him. “Um, nothing. Why?” 

“Do you wanna come over to the house and get pizza or something? I think Tommy and Madison are coming. Eli has a date so I think Bailey will be gracing us with her presence too.” 

Bailey tosses him a look as your brain comes back online, trying to swallow the bitter disappointment lingering in the back of your throat that he hadn’t wanted to do something with you.

Just you. 

“Yeah, sounds fun.” 

He grabs his backpack from the floor and begins walk towards the door. You examine the beads, wondering which ones should go best for Bradley when you release the table has gone quiet.

“What?” You ask, looking up at them all. 

Tommy has a knowing smile of his face, shaking his head. “Nothing.” 

-

“That’s a cute bracelet.” 

You hum, looking down to the beads on your wrist. “Thank you Amelia. Bradley made it for me.” 

Penny smiles as she wipes down the countertop. “Tell us the story behind it?” 

You shrug, adjusting the bracelet on your wrist. 

You and Bradley were going out to dinner for Valentine’s Day tonight, and in a moment of panic about your outfit, had fled to the Hard Deck for Penny and Amelia’s opinion on your dress. 

“When we were at UVA together, he made it for me as part of a Valentine’s crafts thing our student government put on. I thought I had lost it just in moving so much, but I actually found it tucked in between some boxes of books when I moved out here. I must’ve thrown it in there and then forgotten about it. Are you sure I look nice?” 

Penny gives a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Yes, you look wonderful. Where’s Brad taking you?” 

You shrug again, fiddling with the jewelry on your wrist. “I don’t know. He won’t tell me.” 

“Well, you look lovely. Always do. He’ll love you no matter what.” 

“Yeah, I mean he liked you enough to marry you. Why are you nervous?” Amelia asks, doodling in the margins of her notebook. 

“It’s our first Valentine’s Day together and I want it to go well, I guess? I don’t know.” You groan, head resting in the palm of your hand. Penny takes your hands from over the bar, squeezing them. 

“You’re nervous because it’s still the first for you guys, even if you’ve been together for a while on paper. But he loves you, and you love him. And he loves you so much.” 

The bell at the door jingles, signaling a new arrival as she squeezes your hands once more before letting them go. “Thank you Penny.” You whisper, as a comfortable and familiar weight slides across your shoulders. 

“Hey sweetheart.” His voice rumbles in your ear as you look up to him. He’d changed at work before coming to the Hard Deck to pick you up, dressed in a nice pair of pants and dark blue polo. “You look pretty.” He comments, eyes traveling down your body as he takes in the dress you’re wearing. 

“Speak for yourself, handsome.” You respond, hands finding his belt loops as you pull him between your knees. 

He smiles, leaning down for a kiss when someone behind you gags. “Y’all are gross. Get a room.” 

Bradley’s eyes peak up from over your shoulder. “Hangman, you’re just mad because the only date you’ll be going on tonight is with your hand.” 

Even without turning around, you’re certain Hangman is offering Bradley a look that could kill as his—no, yours both now—friends laugh. Bradley smirks, his eyes travel back down to you when he catches sight of the bracelet on your wrist. 

“You’re wearing the bracelet I made you.” He whisper, sounding a bit breathless as his face softens. 

“Yeah well, you made it for me on Valentine’s Day and I don’t know- thought it was a nice touch.” 

“Guess we were on the same page.” He comments, causing you to look down to his wrist. 

There’s the red and black bracelet you had made for him, the wooden B in the middle. 

“B for Bradley.” You say, recalling what you had told him when you’d given the bracelet to over pizza. “You still have it?”

“Course I do.” He says, hazel eyes holding nothing but love. “And anyways, are we sure it’s not B for Blake?” He jokes, smirking.

You pause as you take a moment to realize who he’s referring to. “Why would it have been B for Blake?” 

He shrugs. “I don’t know, was pretty sure the two of you had a thing going for a while there.” 

You snort. “You’re being ridiculous. Blake and I never had a thing.” 

“Well, he had a thing for you.” 

“No, he didn’t?”

“Oh c’mon Sunshine, he so did.” 

You gape at him, confused by his words. “We were just friends.” 

“And we said the same thing for how many years?” 

“So true.” Fanboy mumbles from somewhere behind you, causing you to turn sharply. 

“Don’t encourage him.” 

Fanboy throws his hands up in defense, slinking to the other side of the bar. 

“He and I were actually just friends.” 

He nods, a skeptical look on his face. “Sure Sunshine. Whatever you need to tell yourself.” 

You huff, tugging at his arm as you slide off the barstool you’re sitting on. “Even if he had, what would it have mattered? You were the only one I had eyes for. You’re the only one I’ll ever have eyes for.” 

He smiles softly, moving some of your hair to adjust your necklace before leaning down to finally press a soft kiss to your lips. 

Although Bradley had kissed you countless times since the two of you had gotten together, you never stopped treasuring the ones that felt like how he had the first time. 

He’s kissed you silly, he’d kissed you while sleepy, he’d kissed you in the shower and while dancing around the kitchen, he’d kiss your cheek (and neck for that matter) any time he got the chance. 

But the times when he kissed you, full of passion and love, where everything went quiet and jstt felt safe and warm, were your favorite. 

You hoped they never stopped being your favorite. 

“I know, Sunshine.” He whispers as he pulls away. “I know.” 

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[gcthvile]

Amelia "Frost" Kazansky

Introducing

Amelia "Frost" Kazansky, the younger sister of the infamous "Iceman" Tom Kazansky. With her striking features—natural light blonde hair, captivating light blue eyes, and a touch of freckles—she turns heads effortlessly. Amelia's long, icy blonde hair, often naturally wavy, adds to her charm. Despite her fair appearance, she's no stranger to the intense world of fighter pilots.

Known by her callsign "Frost," she inherits her brother's confidence and charm, mastering the art of flirtation. Amelia's playful nature masks a sharp wit, making her a force to be reckoned with both in and out of the cockpit. However, her occasional moments of coldness reveal an edge reminiscent of her brother's famed stoicism.

Amelia grew up in the shadow of her older brother Tom, absorbing the intensity and discipline that came with his pursuit of excellence in the world of fighter aviation. Their sibling rivalry fueled her desire to stand out and make a name for herself. From an early age, she displayed a natural talent for flying, earning her place among the elite at the Top Gun academy.

Her flirtatious demeanor and penchant for mischief made her a favorite among her peers, but beneath the playful exterior was a fierce competitor. Frost excelled in the cockpit, mastering maneuvers that left seasoned pilots in awe. Despite her friendly facade, she carried the Kazansky family legacy with pride, determined to prove that she could surpass even her brother's legendary reputation.

Amelia's journey was not without challenges. The male-dominated world of fighter pilots often tested her resilience, but she met adversity with a smirk and a clever retort. Her relationships were as complex as her flying skills, as she navigated the fine line between camaraderie and competition.

Personality:

Amelia is a captivating blend of charisma and determination. Her playful and flirtatious nature, inherited from her brother Tom, makes her a magnetic presence both in the skies and on the ground. She possesses a sharp sense of humor, often using wit and banter to navigate through the challenges of the competitive aviation world. Beneath her affable exterior, Frost harbors a fierce competitive spirit. Her confidence in the cockpit is matched only by her desire to prove herself as an exceptional pilot, independent of her brother's legacy. She faces challenges head-on, using setbacks as fuel to push her boundaries and refine her skills.

While her flirtatious antics and occasional teasing may make her seem carefree, there's a depth to Frost's character. She values loyalty and camaraderie among her fellow pilots, forming connections that extend beyond the boundaries of competition. Her relationships are complex, reflecting the intricacies of balancing competition with genuine friendships. Beneath her occasional moments of aloofness lies a sister fiercely proud of her family name. Frost is not afraid to challenge conventions, and her unpredictability both in the air and in her interactions keeps those around her on their toes.

Callsign:

Amelia earned her callsign during an intense training exercise in the unforgiving skies. The origin of her callsign traces back to her exceptional ability to maintain a cool and composed demeanor, even in the most challenging and high-pressure situations.

During a particularly icy dogfight where others might have succumbed to panic, Frost exhibited remarkable composure and precision. Her ability to stay calm under pressure, combined with her icy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, caught the attention of her fellow pilots. Impressed by her poise and grace, they bestowed upon her the callsign "Frost." The name not only pays homage to her natural coolness in the cockpit but also reflects her ability to navigate the turbulent world of aerial combat with a calm and collected demeanor. "Frost" became more than just a callsign, it became a symbol of her resilience and mastery of the skies.

The Glacial Spiral:

Frost's signature flying method is the "Glacial Spiral." This maneuver combines her finesse for agile evasion with a strategic and deceptive approach, creating a captivating and effective technique in aerial combat.

Firstly, Frost begins by entering a steep climb, drawing opponents into thinking she's retreating or attempting to gain altitude. Then, suddenly, she executes a rapid and controlled descent, turning the tables on pursuers who anticipated a straightforward escape. This descent is marked by tight corkscrew-like spirals, resembling the graceful dance of falling snowflakes. During the descent, Frost skillfully weaves through her own spiraling contrail, creating a visual distraction for adversaries. This deceptive element disrupts their tracking systems and confuses their targeting calculations. As she nears the end of the spiral, Frost seamlessly transitions into a series of precision strikes, taking advantage of the disoriented opponents. Her accurate aiming and calculated shots leave little room for escape. The Glacial Spiral concludes with a sudden and elegant pull-up, bringing Frost back into a dominant position. Her aircraft emerges from the spiral with a graceful and controlled ascent, showcasing both her technical prowess and the unpredictability of her flying style.

Big brother:

Amelia shares a complex and dynamic relationship with her older brother, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky. While their bond is undeniable, it is colored by a mix of sibling rivalry, mutual respect, and a deep understanding forged through the shared experiences of growing up in a family with a strong aviation legacy. From their childhood, Frost and Iceman engaged in friendly competition, each striving to outdo the other. This rivalry, fueled by a desire to prove themselves individually, contributed to the development of their distinct personalities and flying styles.

Underneath the competitive banter and occasional clashes, there exists a profound respect between Frost and Iceman. They recognize and appreciate each other's skills, acknowledging the unique strengths that make them formidable pilots in their own right. Iceman, as the older sibling, has played a role in mentoring Frost throughout her aviation journey. His guidance, tempered with tough love, has helped shape her into the skilled and confident pilot she has become.

The Kazansky name is synonymous with aviation excellence, and both siblings carry the weight of this legacy. While Iceman blazed the trail, Frost is determined to carve her own path, contributing to the family's storied history in the world of fighter pilots. Despite any rivalry or differences, there's a protective instinct that Iceman harbors for his younger sister. He is keenly aware of the challenges she faces in a male-dominated field and offers support, albeit in his stoic manner.

Like any siblings, Frost and Iceman aren't immune to disagreements. The occasional tension arises from their strong personalities and the pressures of their demanding profession. However, these conflicts serve to strengthen their bond rather than fracture it.

The Snowflake:

Amelia's relationship with her niece, Amber "Skysolo" Kazansky, is a dynamic mix of familial connection, mentorship, and a unique blend of personalities.

Despite the age difference, Frost and Skysolo share a strong familial bond. The Kazansky legacy runs deep between them, creating a connection that extends beyond the cockpit. As a seasoned pilot, Frost serves as a mentor to Skysolo, offering guidance and sharing her experiences in the world of aviation. This mentorship extends beyond flying skills, encompassing the challenges and triumphs of navigating a career in a demanding profession.

Given Frost's flirtatious nature and Skysolo's sweet and fun-loving personality, there's likely to be playful banter between the two. Their interactions may include teasing, light-hearted jokes, and occasional friendly competitions. Frost plays the role of a supportive aunt, encouraging Skysolo to pursue her passions while providing a listening ear when needed. Her confidence and charisma serve as a source of inspiration for her niece.

Frost's flirtatious nature may create a unique dynamic with Skysolo, balancing the fun and openness with occasional moments of closeness. Despite any differences, they find common ground in their shared love for flying and the Kazansky legacy. Understanding Skysolo's closed-off tendencies, Frost approaches her with patience and empathy. She recognizes the importance of allowing her niece to open up at her own pace while offering a supportive presence.

Given their shared passion for aviation, it's likely that Frost and Skysolo collaborate on flying missions and training exercises. This shared experience strengthens their bond and provides opportunities for mutual growth. The Kazansky family's aviation legacy may involve unique traditions or rituals that Frost and Skysolo participate in together, further solidifying their connection to each other and to their family heritage.

The double-ego:

Amelia's relationship with Pete "Maverick" Mitchell is a dynamic mix of camaraderie, friendly competition, and mutual admiration within the high-stakes world of fighter aviation.

Frost and Maverick share a strong camaraderie in the cockpit, forged through countless hours of training and missions together. Their flying styles, while distinct, complement each other, creating a formidable duo in the skies. Given Maverick's reputation as a maverick pilot with a penchant for pushing boundaries, Frost finds both inspiration and a friendly challenge in their interactions. Their competitive banter is laced with mutual respect, each pilot pushing the other to excel and break new ground.

Maverick, known for his unorthodox but effective flying methods, admires Frost's precision and calculated risk-taking. Conversely, Frost appreciates Maverick's daring maneuvers and sees him as a source of inspiration, often incorporating elements of his flying style into her own. In squadron missions, Frost and Maverick seamlessly coordinate, leveraging their individual strengths to enhance the overall effectiveness of the team. Their ability to work in tandem reflects a shared understanding of each other's capabilities and a commitment to achieving mission success.

Given their strong personalities and competitive spirits, there may be occasional clashes of egos. However, these moments serve as opportunities for growth and mutual understanding, reinforcing the resilience of their professional relationship. Beyond the cockpit, Frost and Maverick provide mutual support in navigating the challenges of the aviation world. Whether facing scrutiny, competition, or personal struggles, they serve as pillars of encouragement for one another.

Top Gun: Maverick

In the Top Gun: Maverick timeline, Amelia takes on the role of mentor, or more like a helper for Pete to Top Gun's elite graduates, bringing a unique blend of experience, charisma, and a no-nonsense approach to her mentoring methods. Frost sets the standard by consistently showcasing her exceptional flying skills. Her precision in the cockpit and strategic thinking serve as a living example for the aspiring Top Gun graduates, encouraging them to strive for excellence.

Recognizing that each pilot has unique strengths and areas for improvement, Frost tailors her guidance to the individual needs of her mentees. Whether refining specific maneuvers or addressing psychological aspects of flying, she provides personalized mentorship.

Frost's mentoring style includes a dose of tough love. She challenges her mentees to push beyond their comfort zones and confront their weaknesses. This approach, while demanding, fosters resilience and growth in the face of adversity. To prepare the graduates for the challenges they may face in real combat situations, Frost designs and leads realistic simulations. These exercises not only hone their flying skills but also instill a sense of teamwork and adaptability under pressure. After each training session or simulation, Frost conducts thorough debrief sessions. These discussions focus on both the technical aspects of flying and the mental fortitude required in high-stress situations. Constructive feedback and lessons learned become integral parts of the learning process.

Frost encourages graduates to think creatively and innovatively. She values pilots who can adapt and improvise in unpredictable situations, fostering a mindset that goes beyond textbook tactics. While recognizing the importance of individual skills, Frost places a strong emphasis on teamwork. She guides the graduates in understanding how collaboration and effective communication contribute to mission success.

Leveraging her own experiences, Frost guides the graduates in navigating high-pressure scenarios. Her insights into maintaining composure and making split-second decisions become invaluable lessons for those entering the challenging world of modern aerial combat.

Strengths and weaknesses:

Strengths:

1. Exceptional Flying Skills: Frost possesses exceptional flying skills, marked by precision, agility, and a mastery of daring maneuvers. Her prowess in the cockpit sets her apart as a top-tier pilot.

2. Strategic Thinking: Drawing inspiration from her brother's strategic mindset, Frost excels in strategic thinking during aerial combat. She can analyze situations quickly and make calculated decisions that give her an edge in high-pressure scenarios.

3. Charismatic Leadership: Frost's charismatic and confident demeanor makes her a natural leader. She has the ability to inspire and motivate her fellow pilots, fostering a sense of camaraderie within the squadron.

4. Adaptability: Whether faced with changing weather conditions or unpredictable enemy tactics, Frost is adept at adapting on the fly. Her ability to remain calm and flexible contributes to her success in dynamic and challenging situations.

5. Innovative Flying Style: Frost's flying style is innovative, incorporating a mix of traditional techniques and her own unique maneuvers. This creativity keeps her adversaries guessing and allows her to stay one step ahead in combat.

Weaknesses:

1. Occasional Aloofness: Frost's cool and composed exterior can sometimes come off as aloof or distant, making it challenging for others to gauge her true feelings or intentions.

2. Risk-Taking Tendencies: While calculated risk-taking is a strength, Frost's penchant for high-risk maneuvers can occasionally lead to situations where the margin for error is slim. Balancing risk with caution is an ongoing challenge.

3. Struggles with Delegating: As a natural leader, Frost may find it challenging to delegate tasks, occasionally taking on too much herself. Learning to trust and empower her team further could enhance overall squadron effectiveness.

4. Competitive Streak: Frost's competitive nature, while driving her to excel, can lead to moments of intense rivalry with peers. Managing this competitive streak is crucial to maintaining positive relationships within the squadron.

5. Reluctance to Seek Help: Frost's independent nature may make her hesitant to seek assistance or share concerns. Recognizing the value of collaboration and seeking support when needed is an area for potential growth.

hope you guys like her!

I know this time it was a quite long introduction for a character, but I've had so much fun with doing this!

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#oc post #oc rp #oc introduction #oc rpg #top gun oc #top gun maverick

[chickensarentcheap]

Because she’ll be making her appearance very soon,  here’s a brief little intro for the youngest OC!

Fandom: Extraction

Name:  Amelia Grace (Millie, as she insists everyone calls her) Drummond

Born:  March 13th

Age when she appears in Lost and Found:  4 years old

POB: New York City, NY, USA

Parents:  Tyler Rake and Esme Drummond 

Personality:  Millie is a social butterfly with a quick wit and a heart of gold! She is sassy, energetic, seemingly fearless and ferociously stubborn,  full of curiosity and wonder,  extremely intelligent and intuitive, and incredibly protective of her momma. 

Interests:  crafting,  drawing and painting,  ice skating and sledding,  helping her mom cook and bake,  going to pre-school,  meeting new friends, and spending time in Central Park, especially to picnic and feed the ducks!

More info to come!

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#Tyler and Esme series #Lost and Found

[banschivs]

don’t look at me like that .  you know i’m right .  you get it .

In spite of how the Over The Horizon boat bobs and dances with the tide when the next breeze cuts through beneath the bridge leading to Robinson Park, Hawk maintains his seat on both of Nix's feet. The wolf dog has long-since claimed his sea legs thanks to the many sessions she's had with him along this exact stretch of water. It's lonely, quiet save for sea's many tongues lapping at the breakwater, and the best place she could think of where they wouldn't be heard. Hawk sits on her feet, apparently worried that the habitual perch she's made for herself on the boat's bow isn't quite enough to keep her from tumbling into the scraps of the Atlantic.

Arthur manages grace even while drifting on the water's surface. A cigarette's poised between his teeth, and he leans himself against the disused radar prop as if it were a concrete wall alone a concrete street. Hawk watches him warily nonetheless, even while dismissed to relax against Nix's legs.

Amelia Crowne's corpse might as well be floating between them, or adrift alongside the boat, how determinedly Nix's stare pierces those inky depths. Night makes the water appear black, and there are no stars to reflect and cavort amongst the wavelets. She is still biting down hard on her bottom lip. Her frustration brought them here, as solemn flotsam she hopes no one will see. Most of her activities on the water go unnoticed. She's had practice. 

" I don't. " She admits, cracking her knuckles between her knees. Those attached to her dead fingers don't pop, but she bends them all the way backward as if they might. Nix scrapes the top layer of skin off her lower lip and locks her jaw ere lifting her gaze to meet his once again. Arthur's eyes will never be anything but alight. Like the stars she was searching for in the water. That truth only succeeds in cutting her more. " I don't get it, Arthur. "

She sniffs. A tendon, or a nerve... something twangs in her hand when she absently peels her little finger out and away from her others too far. Nix doesn't wince, but takes a short, sharp breath meant to hide the sting in her chest. She barely feels the strain in her hands. It's elsewhere, in her lungs, in the pit of her stomach. That churning dread that eats away at her like the salt in the water slowly gnaws on the concrete breakwater.

" I don't get why you'd risk... being here, with me, with your kids, " Her eyelids flinch for the sake of nothing in particular, and the bridge of her nose wrinkles when she takes her next breath. He haunts the smoggy sky. From her vantage beneath him, his face has all but become the moon. Shines like it, too, chalk white and withstanding. She hunts for some fragment unlike the rest; regret, or worry, or anything at all. " And I don't get why you didn't tell me. " Smaller now, she hates how she sounds. Can't force power into her voice while the channel of her throat is so narrow it barely allows her next inhale. " We're meant to be in this shit together. Partners, that's what you said. That's what you wanted. " Anxious, her fist bounces atop her knee, the same way his own feet typically do, over and over again. It keeps any display he might label as hysterics away. She's broiling just beneath the surface. " If you don't even trust me with something like this, what are we doing? "

#jokethur #i always say the shit hoarded in my inbox will come back around some day #well today is some day for this one #i'm good like that

[operationnope]

S6 FINALE

I feel like we just started this season, but somehow we’re at the end! Here’s some thoughts about ending with Ozzy 💖

The final date seemed rushed. And then you had to pay extra to extend. Not the best final date either, imo.

We did get some really sweet dialogue from Ozzy in these last episodes. His lucky socks and him owning up to his mistakes had me melting.

I could’ve done without the Grace comments and the eye rolls. But at least they let us tell her to give it a rest.

I was not nice to Amelia. At. All. Her and Tobes can get in the bin.

Ham Man making an appearance was probably the best part. Might have to replay and run away with him.

Cannot believe they are dropping another season already?! It’s giving s5 too soon flash backs. If we’re a bombshell in Casa though it sounds fun. Urgh, I’ll probably play.

I know we’ve had our ups and downs this season, but I’m glad I stuck it out with Ozzy. Dancing with him, going exclusive during declarations, and finally winning/leaving the Villa together was lovely 🥰

I’m so glad I finally joined the fandom. It’s been wild and funny and exciting, experiencing this with you all. And I’m grateful for the new friends I’ve made here. You’re all AMAZING 😘

#litg #litg s6 #love island the game #litg double trouble #litg dt

[mythvoiced]

‘oh, I hope we keep talking all night. I will braid your hair, and we can laugh over our suitors.’ for sarang

circe  -  madeline miller  sentence starters | closed @astremourante

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Sarang starts with the last suggestion: she laughs, perfect like designed for a better script than the one her life unfolded by. Lifts her chin slightly, throws her head back just a tad, so that her hair moves, just a tad, to expose a bit more of her throat, of her jaw, to appear vulnerable when every nerve in her body is always ready to take any purposefully disadvantaged position to her advantage.

Oh, how she adores the little weapon at her side.

The power dynamic between them is an interesting one. Sarang tends to interact with Amelia in ways unlike any other behavioral patterns she's designed across the centuries. She oscillates between treating her like a target and like an equal, like someone who'll never know and someone who is in the know.

It's as though something within her can't quite settle on whether she wants this to be a game or... the end of one.

So, she refuses to stop using her tools, lest putting her weapons down would mean surrendering to Amelia's. Amelia, who keeps pace in a way that makes who's leading the dance a little more difficult to discern on Sarang's very best days. Who regards her like a fine prize, a beautiful jewel, but with a glint in her eyes that insinuates she knows just how jagged a diamond can be if you touch it from the wrong end.

Dangerous, that's what Amelia is.

That's what the suggestion is.

Still, Sarang laughs and leans in anyway. Her hand floats onto Amelia's thigh oh so very casually, lithe fingertips gracing along the fabric, a meaningless, short line with little to no pressure, hardly a promise, even less of a threat, more of an idea.

"Ooh, what a roundabout way of saying you can't get enough of my company, hm~? No need to mention any suitors, dearest, there's none out there I'd even care to acknowledge when you're nearby~"

#astremourante #the success;sarang #;answered #did i mention i'll be queueing asks as well HEHEHEHEHEHE #;queue

[mia--winters]

meet: MIA WINTERS

☆ –– (Sophie Nelisse, she/her, cis female) who is MIA WINTERS anyways? ew. you don’t know about her, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 24 and WATCHING ROM-COMS WITH WINE feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re OBSESSIVE and CONTROLLING because they care, but they’re also OPTIMISTIC and SWEET in the best way. SHE works to make a little money as a MED STUDENT/BARISTA. they’ve rented a place on cornelia street in the form of WOODVALE APARTMENTS. YOURE ON YOUR OWN KID is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore.

basics

BIRTH NAME: Amelia Grace Winters NICKNAME(S): Mia, M, Mi BIRTHDAY: oct 31, 1999 BIRTH PLACE: new hampshire PRONOUNS: she/her PHYSIQUE: 5'2" ZODIAC: scorpio APPEARANCE: blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, a sweet smile, but an edge of creepniess that comes off it. PIERCINGS: triple lobes, and a healed over tragus FASHION: loose, flowy tops. lots of wide legged pants. often matching her sneakers to her hoodie, and anything with a flower on it will be worn.

bio -mia grew up in a large house deep in the woods of new hampshire. it was quiet, and she often spent her days out in the woods, exploring, learning, and enjoying the freedom of kidhood. -she loved freedom and the outdoors, and she loved it even more when her brother darrien came along when she was four-- she hated being lonely, even from a young age. -(tw: sibling death) when she was 8 an accident happened with her younger brother, that she was partially at fault for, and he died. since then, shes vowed to become a doctor. she couldnt save darrien, but she hopes she could save the next darrien. -she threw everything she had into studying, making not very many friends in highschool, but coming out on top as valedictorian and securing herself a spot in her top school. -after spending a couple years across the country studying in oregon, mia graduated pre-med and decided that she wanted to be closer to what was familiar. her parents were never particularly loving (they still held a grudge for her stupid actions with her brother) but always supportive, and mia was on her way to new york! -mias studying to become a pediatric doctor! shes a bit of a brainiac, very very committed to her studies, but sweet and loving and always a little too happy to take a break! she studies at NYU, grateful to have made it past the 2% acceptance rate, and maybe sacrified a little too much living to get there. -sometimes when she spends a little too much time inside (so, often) she picks up shifts as a barista! she loves talking to everyone, and a little money never hurts, right?

headcanons -total geek about romcoms. ask her about any, and she's probably seen it -too emotionally attached to her hydroflask. the things dented to hell, but 99% of the time itll be in her bag or in her hand -loves to make little origami's! you're likely to find a folded star or flower on your person after hanging out with her for a while!

pinterest

#about:mia #i could make this longer but its late #this should give u enough of an image #sweet but a teeny #tiny bit psycho

[kits-shrine]

Ziz jolted a bit, muttering something about being as bad as Seishin. She’d ask about everything as soon as this was taken care of. Waiting would be a bad idea, she thought, “Thank you, how do I do any of that? Honestly, I think you better do it. There’s something wrong about it. Can you still read what the ‘wish’ said...”

"As I said, good instincts." He reached over and tilted the paper "The wish itself seems innocent enough but the Intent behind them..." As she focused she could almost see another set of writing beneath the original message of "I wish I would win tomorrow’s spelling bee!" in the same childlike writing "And make Amelia Grace cry!" appear.

"As monsters are fond of saying Intent is everything. While this isn't technically a curse it toes the line enough with ill will, childish though it may be." Kuko released it to look at her "You can purify it with your flames."

#aizawasluckylady

[loveaffairxc]

036 my Henry (prince) x anyone you’d like x

setting a scene

036: a masquerade ball

Amelia, the dedicated maid of Lady Arabella, gazed wistfully out of her small attic window as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the estate in a warm, golden glow. tonight was the night of the grand masquerade ball, an event she had helped prepare for weeks. but this year, a newfound longing tugged at her heart. she wanted to go, she's never been to these sort of events before, only ever occasionally accompanying the lady to ensure she had all she needed.

while the busy servants in the mansion prepared Lady Arabella for the ball, Amelia found a brief moment alone for herself. she retrieved a delicately crafted mask from the recesses of her trunk. a midnight-black mask adorned with intricate silver star shapes patterns that seemed to dance in the dim candlelight. the mask had been a lengthy project she crafted on her own. she spent months sewing it, as she had a notion that one day, she could know what it felt like to be an important woman at a ball. her grandmother had encouraged her to undertake this task, and after her grandmother passed away, Amelia couldn't help but sense that making the mask wasn't just for herself but also a way to honor her grandmother's memory.

Amelia felt her pulse quicken as she wore the mask, its cool touch sending shivers down her spine. this year, she had resolved to attend the ball incognito.with her identity concealed behind the mask, she could dare to be someone different, someone who didn't belong to the shadows. the ballroom was a vision of opulence, with chandeliers so golden and shiny it could make you dizzy and they were draped in rich fabrics. the strains of a waltz filled the air, and guests swirled around in a mesmerizing dance. Amelia ended up on the edge, watching the swirling colors and shapes. she leaned against a pillar, feeling a mix of different emotions inside her. this was happening, she was here! it was both dangerous and exhilirating.

and then, he appeared - the prince himself, looking splendid in his princely attire. his eyes, sharp yet warm, seemed to hold a world of secrets. as he moved with grace, Amelia's heart skipped a beat. she had seen him from a distance countless times but had never been so close. god, he looked so beautiful. drawing a deep breath, Amelia stepped onto the edge of the dance floor. the mask emboldened her, allowing her to shed her maid's identity for just one night. she joined the dance, moving with a grace she had never known she possessed. she was secretly hoping he prince would notice her. but she had to be realistic, he was the prince. she decided to focus on enjoying herself, feeling like this moment was a dream.

#ooc: never done this type of settings before i hope its ok haha #henry x amelia

[inactive-herbalist]

𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮 𝓙𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓓𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭

Hufflepuff • Pureblood • British/French • INFJ • Scorpio • Art Enthusiast • Egalitarian • Alchemist

A/N: Hey, I’m new to the OC game on Tumblr. I’ve been thinking about Violette for a while now, so I’m super excited to introduce her to you guys! She’s my first and holds a special place in my heart. If your OC’s interested in being friends, dorm mates or even a love interest send me a DM or comment under the post!

Name: Violette Jolie Durand

Meaning: Violette – Violet (the flower); Jolie – "Pretty" in French; Durand – comes from the Old French durant, meaning "enduring," derived from the Latin duruo, meaning "to harden or make strong"

Nicknames: Vio (by everyone), Lette (by her grandma), Bijou ("jewel" by her father)

Birthdate: November 20th, 18XX

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Sun, Cancer Moon, Virgo Rising

Personality Type (MBTI): INFJ – The Advocat

Sexuality: heterosexual

Gender Identity: Witch (she/her)

Blood-Status: Pureblood

Nationality: French/British

Residence: London, England

Hometown: Montpellier, France

Languages: French; English; German; Spanish

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Mckenna Grace? / Kyla Matthews? / Nora O’Neil / Mélanie Laurent

Hair: very light blond (white)

Eyes: light grey

Height: 171cm

Weight: 58kg

Body Type: tall, delicate

Skin Tone: light, warm

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.):

mole in the centre of her right palm

mole on her left shoulder blade

small longish scar on her right ring-finger from a paper cut

Voice Claim: Barbara Pravi

Accent: when emotional or rambling, a slight french accent comes through otherwise RP British

What do they carry on them?: Her wand, a photograph of her and her family, oil pastels and a sketchbook, school stuff, enchanted protective gloves that she got from her deceased grandfather, notebook

Family

Mother: Amelia Ellenore Durand née Antubidasbin, second child of Irma Lucinda and Albin Liborius Antubidasbin. Ravenclaw, is great at Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology and Charms. Freelance artist, having her own galleries in Paris and London. Mathis and Amelia are childhood friends and got married right after their graduation. Soon Amelia gave birth to their first daughter, Violette. Used to work as an Auror. Activist and feminist. Used to take Violette too art circles and underground feminist gatherings. (FC:?, Taurus)

Father: Mathis Albert Durand, firstborn son of Albert Claude and Coraline Jolie Durand. Skilled duellist and Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France. Comes from a rather rich and ancient family who know the Flamels. Great at Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Can speak with dragons. Taught his children how to defend themselves from a young age, scared that his position could put his family in danger. He’s a loving father and has a great relationship with all of his children. Sometimes feels overwhelmed with all the stress from work. Unwinds by spending time with his family, being silly or out in nature. Supports his wife, her art and activism, loves his family more than life. (FC: Ewan McGregor, Cancer)

Younger Sister: Celeste Avril is 2 years younger than Violette and a bit of a know it all. She likes to learn and has a knack for Astronomy, Asthmatics and Divination. Dreamer. Violette and Celeste bicker a lot but ultimately love each other very much. (Ravenclaw, Virgo, FC: Nastya Kusakina)

Younger Brother: Théodore Albin is 5 years younger than Violette. He’s a very curious young boy but tends to be a bit shy. He has a very close relationship to Violette and looks up to her. When in trouble she’s the first person he goes to. Loves magical creatures and they love him. Inherited the ability to speak with dragons. Emotional. (Hufflepuff, Pisces, FC: Freddie Highmore)

Backstory

The Durands were an ancient pureblood family from France that, held a significant impact among their peers. Begirded by myth, the Durands were said to possess the ability to understand and speak to dragons while said creatures would roam and guard their lands and fort.

Violette grew up in a rather loving and protected environment, away from the fort, in a smaller Chateau near it. Her father, the rightful heir to their myth-enshrouded estate, had rather left it in the hands of his brother, desiring a more conventional life for himself and his family. Although grown up away from the myths and legends, Violette was taught her family's lore and trained in all necessities before attending the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic where she would hone in on her natural affinity for alchemy/spagyric. She’d spend her summers bouncing back and forth between England and France.

In Violette's third year at Beauxbatons, her grandfather on her mother's side died under mysterious circumstances that have not been clarified to this day. Thereupon her parents decided to relocate to England to be closer to her now widowed grandmother, entailing a change of school for her and her sister.

the Durand Lineage/History

Magic

House: Hufflepuff

Best Class: Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, DADA, later Alchemy

Worst Class: probably Flying, if any

Quidditch: –

Clubs: Duelling Club

Wand: Maple Wood, Phoenix Core, 13 1/2” Length, Slightly Yielding Flexibility

➔ I have often found that those chosen by maple wands are by nature travellers and explorers; they are not stay-at-home wands and prefer ambition in their witch or wizard, otherwise their magic grows heavy and lacklustre. Fresh challenges and regular changes of scene cause this wand to literally shine, burnishing itself as it grows, with its partner, in ability and status. This is a beautiful and desirable wood, and wand quality maple has been among the most costly for centuries. Possession of a maple wand has long been a mark of status, because of its reputation as the wand of high achievers.

Animagus: –

Boggart: her drowning

Riddikulus: turns into a mermaid cheerfully swimming through the room

Patronus: booted eagle

Patronus Memory: first underground feminist gathering her mom took her to

Mirror of Erised: her working with Nicolas Flamel, having her own family/being a mother

Amortentia (what she smells like): lavender, freshly printed books, vanilla, citrus, almond

Amortentia (what she smells): raspberries, worn leather, iodine, and ink

Magical Abilities: can speak with dragons and dragon-like creatures

Career

9–14: Student at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic

14–18: Student at Hogwarts

18–22: Alchemist apprentice of Nicolas Flamel; Freelance artist

22–??: Freelance/travelling Alchemist and Potion-maker

Joining Deaglán on his adventures, Violette focused on her work as a freelance alchemist and potion-maker. Her workspace neatly hidden away in her suitcase, ready to take it with her wherever they'd go. She'd pair up and learn from fellow colleagues all around the world, sometimes exhibiting her art in small galleries in the cities they’d stay in. Slowly but surely making a name for herself in both fields.

Personality & Attitude

Personality: kind, gentle and calm but steadfast in her beliefs, eager to work hard and learn more, feels a lot, great with people but likes to be alone or to be surrounded by close friends, doesn’t like seeing others being mistreated, even though not too talkative (only with people close to her) doesn’t shy away from discussions or voicing her thoughts and opinions, values integrity and kindness above all, has a deep desire to learn and grow

Strengths: creative, empathetic, tenacious, assertive (if need be), convincing, great duellist, affectionate

Weaknesses: very cautious and guarded around new people (she’s still nice tho), can be sensitive, perfectionist

Stressors: rarely showing signs of stress only when under a lot of pressure or in/on deep bodies of water (where she can’t stand)

Comfort: family and friends, alone with a good book and warm cup of tea, being out in nature, painting, summer rain, the ocean

Priorities: fairness, doing the "right" thing, her family and friends

Favourites

Colours: soft blue, off-white, lavender

Food: freshly backed french pastries

Drink: black tea with milk

Flowers: Lavender, Dahlia, Lilac

Books: North and South – Elizabeth Gaskell; Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen

Weather: warm and sunny, summer rain

Hobbies: art/painting, alchemy, reading, gardening, singing, playing the piano

Style: Violette grew up in a rather wealthy family, so she‘s always expected to look presentable but she doesn’t mind getting dirty. Usually prefers light and flowy clothes over overly constructed garments. Loves lace. Likes to wear pants from time to time.

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Deaglán Herrity @magicallymalted Violette met Deaglán in their shared Herbology class shortly after she transferred from Beauxbatons in her fourth year. They developed a casual friendship from interacting in class which turned into budding feelings after she helped him through a sudden bout of panic when confronting venomous tentaculas again in review for their NEWTs. They grew closer ever since and once they graduated from Hogwarts and went along their respective career paths, they wrote letters to each other and eventually reunited in Paris.

Best friend(s): tbd

Childhood best friend: Victor Abel Lyon

Friends:

Julian Flamel @potionboy3 Violette and Julian met in class and would occasionally sit together and chat. They quickly bonded over their shared experience of moving to England from France and their mutual interest in Alchemy, soon becoming casual friends. When Violette went to Paris during their last summer holidays to prepare for her upcoming apprenticeship, she came to know that the Flamels claimed not to have any relatives named Julian. A little hurt about her unexpected finding, she questioned him upon returning to Hogwarts, asking him why he had lied. This caused a bigger argument between the two and a period of showing each other the cold shoulder. After a while and after coming to his senses, Julian finally reached out to Violette, inquiring about what she had heard … slowly starting to question his mother's story himself. After their reconciliation and their trust in each other growing, the two became close friends.

Josie Edwards; Lottie Gallagher; Lysander Mercury @slytherindisaster

Delilah Sweets @usernoneexistent Delilah and Violette were alchemy buddies and would spend hours in the lab together. After Hogwarts, they would take the alchemy world by storm, support each other as co-workers and pave the way for more girls in this field.

Abraham Aurelius Henry Alden

Oscar Alatar Erdstern

Open for friendship requests :)

Children: tbd

Random HC:

loves her family to death, although Celeste can be a bit annoying and they bicker quite a lot, all of them support each other

admires her parent's relationship, it makes her insanely happy to see them so in love even after all these years (low-key wants a marriage like theirs)

if her life was a musical she'd be strutting through a field singing Belle (Reprise)

Violette's father uses a port key to travel back and forth between his office in Paris and his home in London

skilled at wandless magic; fierce duellist (has been trained by her day since a young age)

when she was little, befriended a Portuguese Long-Snout named 'Diaval' but called it 'Didi', she would play with it in the fields around the fort; has a broad knowledge about dragons

when she’s not with her friends, she spends a lot of her time in the greenhouse tending to magical plants, studying or just hanging out (she likes the quiet)

she’s used to big gatherings and balls but, if she can, sneaks away to quieter places every now and then; not really into this whole upper-class thing aside from the dancing and sometimes interesting conversations xD

supporter of social movements (of magical and non-magical nature)

loves lavender because it used to grow on the meadows around her house back in France

childhood trauma: when she was 3 years old she fell into a lake and almost drowned, her father was able to rescue her but she’s been scared of deep bodies of water ever since

likes to sing and has a beautiful voice but doesn't really do it in front of other people or big audiences, only her close ones get to hear it

dreams of going to Paris to work with and learn from Nicolas Flamel; her father's side of the family is friends with the Flamels

misses French pastries terribly, her Grandma sends some over from time to time

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #mcs #ocs #aestehtic #moodboard #my ocs #hufflepuff #violette durand #hphl profile #wizarding world