#nyla is ripped

[roplaythesims]

S2E2 : Help Wanted

Nyla is holding it down. One changed schedule. One sticky kitchen. The glam team is late, and the baby is early. Kian is doing his best, but even the best need backup. So now they’re reviewing nanny resumes, dodging guilt, and trying not to forget who they are beneath the to-do list. Asking for help isn’t indulgent. It’s necessary.

✦ Let the balance begin ✦

[Previously: Between Diapers and Dreams.] / [ Next, Soft Return]

Check out her latest Interview on Tappeed In.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

tbt episode 0 of witch from mercury. i saw a nyla in an anime for the first time ever... and of course she dies in that very same episode lmao

[dearlenore]

NOW OR NEVER. / T.BRADFORD / SUMMARY - Life is too short for Tim Bradford to not propose..

PAIRING: police!reader x tim bradford / w/c: 1.3k / comfort

a/n: this was such a cute request tysm! / anon’s request here

The weight of the black velvet box burned a hole in Tim’s pocket. He had carried it for weeks, waiting for the perfect moment. Waiting for the right time to ask the person he loved to be his fiancée. To spend the rest of their lives together.

It wasn’t nerves that had stopped him. It wasn’t doubt, either. Tim Bradford was a decisive man. He didn’t hesitate when making tactical decisions in the field, and he certainly wasn’t hesitating now. He wanted you. A future with you.

The two of you had been dating for almost a year, and every moment had reinforced that you were the person he wanted by his side. The laughter, the stolen glances, the way you challenged him, called him out on his stubbornness, the way you made him feel like more than just a cop with a tough exterior—it was everything.

So why was he waiting?

Maybe it was because every time he saw you curled up in his hoodie, or laughing at one of his dry jokes, or patching up a scrape he barely noticed from work, he thought, I want this moment to last forever.

He wanted it to be special. He wanted to make sure that when he asked, it was in a moment that reflected just how much he loved you.

He just didn’t know that life had other plans.

Half an hour had passed and Tim was anxiously waiting for you, the soft candle glow only serving to make him more anxious.

You were supposed to meet Tim at a small , lowkey restaurant you’d both fallen in love with downtown. It wasn’t fancy but it was yours. A place where it was just you and him.

Your last text to him wasn’t out of the ordinary either.

Hate to keep ya waiting prince charming, finishing some paperwork , wait for me xoxo

But you’d never shown up.

He sat at the table, checking his watch every few minutes. He tried to push down the nagging feeling creeping up his spine. You were always punctual. Maybe you hit traffic. Maybe you forgot something and had to go back home. Maybe—

Then his phone rang.

“Hello?” He answered, expecting it to be someone from work. Perhaps an update or maybe even you.

“Bradford.” Grey’s voice was tense. “Is y/n with you?”

His heart skipped a beat. “I- I thought she was at work, I’ve been waiting here for 45 minutes.” He glanced down at his watch.

There was a pause.

“Her car is in the parking lot but she left 25 minutes ago and she won’t answer the phone.”

For a moment there was a ringing in his ears, a familiar panic that he’d experienced far too many times. Tim was already standing, throwing cash onto the table as he strode out the door. “I’m on my way.”

By the time he reached the station, his worst fears were creeping in like a slow poison. Your phone was going straight to voicemail. There were no signs of struggle in the parking lot, but your keys were on the ground next to the driver’s side door.

He knew what this meant.

You hadn’t just left. Someone had taken you.

The squad hit the ground running.

Angela and Nyla took lead on digital tracking, while Lucy and Aaron combed through surveillance. Tim paced like a caged animal in the conference room, the ring burning a hole in his jacket.

“She was fine this morning,” Lucy said quietly, her voice cracking. “We got coffee. She was talking about getting a dog. Said you were finally ready.”

Tim nodded, throat too tight to answer. The thought of you—your voice, your laugh, your warmth—ripped something raw inside him.

He was going to propose. Tonight. That wasn’t supposed to be a last chance.

Two days.

That’s how long it took before a break came through—a security cam from a gas station on the outskirts of the city. You. Disoriented. Hurried. A man behind you, hand on your arm.

Tim didn’t wait. He and Angela were out the door in seconds, sirens blaring.

They found the shack twenty minutes later. Deep in an overgrown lot behind an abandoned gas station. A rusted padlock, a sliver of movement inside.

Tim nearly tore the door off the hinges.

And there you were.

Huddled in a corner, blood dried at your temple, eyes glassy with exhaustion. But alive.

“Y/N!” he breathed, voice breaking as he crossed the room and pulled you into him, arms trembling.

Your fingers fisted in his jacket. “Tim…”

“I got you,” he whispered. “I got you. You’re safe now. I promise.”

Back at the hospital, the doctor said you’d be okay.

Bruised, shaken, a minor concussion. Nothing permanent. But the fear—Tim could still feel it in his bones.

You kept looking at him like you weren’t sure he was real. Like maybe he’d vanish if you blinked too long.

So he stayed. Sat beside your bed, held your hand through the night. He didn’t say much—didn’t trust his voice—but he kissed your knuckles every few minutes like a prayer.

It was 4:13 AM when you finally spoke. Quiet. Raw.

“You were gonna propose, weren’t you?”

Tim froze.

Your eyes met his, searching. Not angry. Just tired.

“I saw the ring,” you added, voice barely above a whisper. “Before they grabbed me. It fell out of your jacket at the precinct. I was going to pretend I didn’t notice.”

Tim exhaled slowly. Ran a hand over his face.

“I was,” he said. “Yeah. That night.”

A long pause. Then: “You still want to?”

The breath whooshed out of him like a punch. “What?”

Your fingers laced with his. Tight. “I don’t want to waste time, Tim. I don’t want to go another night wondering if the last thing I ever said to you was sarcastic.”

He choked out a laugh. “It probably was.”

“Exactly.”

He didn’t have the ring. It was still in his locker, where it had been since everything went to hell.

But that didn’t matter.

Tim leaned forward, forehead resting gently against yours. His hands trembled as he cupped your face.

“Marry me,” he whispered.

You blinked, startled.

“I don’t have the ring right now,” he said, “and this isn’t how I wanted to do it, but I’m not waiting another damn second. Life’s too short. Too unpredictable. I almost lost you, and I can’t—I won’t let that happen again without making sure you know how serious I am.”

“Tim—”

“I want forever with you,” he said hoarsely. “Even if forever’s messy and hard and sometimes terrifying. I want it anyway. With you.”

Silence. Then a soft, tearful laugh from your lips.

“You really are a dork.”

He smiled. “Is that a yes?”

You pulled him down into a kiss that tasted like salt and survival and the rest of your life.

The official proposal happened a week later.

You were curled up on the couch in one of his LAPD hoodies, (despite having your own) your legs over his, your head resting on his chest. The scar at your temple was still visible, but healing. And Tim—he couldn’t stop staring at you.

“Hey,” he said, reaching for the small velvet box.

You looked up. “Tim…”

“This time, I’m doing it right.”

He opened the box. Your breath caught.

“I’ve fought bad guys, cartels, and two very angry raccoons in a trash can, but nothing’s ever scared me like almost losing you,” he said. “Marry me, Y/N. Please.”

You kissed him again. “I already said yes.”

“Say it again.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know weather boy.”

[xxchumanixx]

Tim Bradford Masterlist

Oneshots & Drabbles:

• Sweet 'n Sour (requested) 》 Reader is Tim's Boot, but his secret lover, too

• Fake it 'til you make it (requested) 》 When in need, Tim offers to be your fake boyfriend, even when you wish it wouldn't just be for the night

• Double the ring (requested) 》 Tim takes over after you've been brought to the station - arrested

• Nice for a price (requested) 》 Sometimes you just have to push him a little to be nicer to his rookie.

• Healing together (18+) 》 When meeting your ex-boyfriend, old wounds are ripped open, causing you to finally talk about your past mistakes • Trickedy trick trick (requested) 》 Who said patrolling can't be fun? Especially on april fools' day...

• Do it yourself, then! (requested) 》 After a fight with Tim, neither if you is willing to give in first.

• Restoring faith (requested) 》 After moving states with your daughter to leave behind your past, you meet Tim - your grumpy neighbor.

• Like a Dream 》 Waking up from a beautiful dream never felt this bad.

• Stop talking (requested) 》 Enough is enough.

• It's captain, baby (requested) 》 You might have forgotten to tell Tim, that you're his captain now...

• Lead me on (18+) (requested) 》 After pranking him goes wrong, Tim confronts you with his feelings for you.

• Give it all (requested) 》 After meeting Tim on an undercover mission, you're transferred to mid wilshire - your father's station.

• Little Miss Sunshine (requested) 》 Your Tim's little miss sunshine.

• Duty Calls (18+) (requested) 》 Tim answers his phone in the middle of sex.

• Daisies (requested) 》 Tim gets you your favorite flowers, but your father opens the door.

• Intoxicated (18+) (requested) 》 After a one night stand with Tim, he distanced himself. When forced to work together, feelings bubble over.

• Elephant in the room (requested) 》 Nyla finds out your engaged to Tim.

• Breaking Point (requested) 》 When you get kidnapped, Tim tries to find you.

Series & Sequels:

• Boots and breakfast |pt. 1| |pt.2| 》 Being caught by his rookie wasn't exactly in your plans

• Sing me a Lullaby |pt.1| |pt. 2 (sequel)| 》 Goodbye my angel, now it's time to sleep.

• Nothing at all (18+) |pt.1| |pt.2| 》 Of course there is nothing going on between you and Officer Bradford... right?

• Doomed (18+) (requested) |pt.1| |pt.2| |pt.3| 》 After a one night stand, before starting as a rookie for the LAPD, you find out that he's not just a one night stand - no, he's your TO as well.

• Not just any man (18+) (requested) 》 Getting caught by your dad wasn't exactly how you wanted your evening to go - especially not in the middle of the act • My Man (sequel to Not just any man) (requested)

[finndoesntwantthis]

AEW should just let me design a whole Pride themed line for them like I have many ideas

-GAYew in flowery font and rainbow print

-FTR: “bottom guys” “verse guys”

-STRAPLANDER and it’s just Kris smirking

-“BI-God Kenny Omega” that’s got an anime style portrait of him but he’s wearing eyeliner and eyeshadow and mascara in the bi pride colors

-the Acclaimed merch doesn’t even need to change just be released in more color combos for various flags

-“I Support Gay Divorce” phrase with various broken marriage combos like Eddie/Mox, Edge/Christian, Kenny/Hangman, Orange/Chuck/Trent, etc

-“protect Trans athletes” with a picture of Nyla biting through the state of Oklaholma

-“Love is Timeless” with Mariah snuggled up to Toni’s breast in the lesbian pride colors (or black and white idk)

-one of those shirts that’s like “check off your gender” and the options are Man, Woman, Non-binary, and Cowboy. This would have a little cartoon of Hanger wearing a rainbow bandana

-something with Hangman riding on a Unicorn

-“Love Wins” with the men’s or women’s title belt at the waist

- something Golden Lovers idk how about just An Golden Lovers Shirt at all

-“Girls will be Girls” with Julia performing witchcraft like making a potion and the smoke/bubbles coming out of the potion are in the lesbian pride flag colors

-“I’m gayer than you and you know it” with a rip off of the rainbow Burberry print

[childofnemesis]

rip curly hair lucy, angela and nyla. you will forever be missed.

[oh-three]

The Rookie S7E13:

Nolan & Bailey's morning RIP

Wait, what the fuck is that billboard.

Lmaooo, the title sliding onto the billboard is kinda funny actually.

Aaron Thorsen mention ❤️ I miss him.

"Who would hate me?" Oscar, Monica….it's a long list, my dude.

Rachel moved out already?

Um, Celina? No personal calls on duty when they're not an emergency, yeah?

How did she fit three guys in the back of her shop and somehow not have a fight break out back there? lmao

What on earth is Rachel hiding?

WHAT THE FUCK.

WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THAT.

"Is that my living room?" Technically, it's Lucy's living room, but sure.

Letting Rodge move in, however temporarily, was a mistake lmao.

Clearing a house by herself seems unwise. The fact that Celina wasn't attacked is a miracle.

Ooof, that's a sight.

Seriously, what's with this guy and grenades?

A billboard, and a bus??? Nolan, your #1 hater must be pretty angry with you.

LMAO, there's one of Nyla and Lopez, too. Guess it's less of a personal attack then? Against Nolan directly, that is.

Welp, the social worker's scene the billboards, rip.

The internet went out so bad in the middle of the episode that I got signed out of Disney+ GG. Anyway.

"Weren't you held hostage on a bus recently? Starting to sound like a habit." THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING.

Bailey, shut up.

Yeahhh, there was no way she was gonna let them adopt.

??????? Rachel

She's absolutely not sober lmao.

Tmw rescuing your friend from a party turns into a roommate outing

"You have Pete." / "Like I said, they would be no help." Lmao. I would never trust Pete with a child. Would love to see him in an episode again soon, though.

Rachel hugging Rodge despite not knowing who he is. Thank god Miles called them lmao.

Ohhh, the security dude isn't on his own, that's just lovely. SEAN. That's his name.

The fact that AJ knows about Sean stealing and stuff and not caring just because he wants people in his life is so sad, actually.

Wait, I like Miles, don't steal him from us--

(He's not gonna take it, I have a feeling)

Yikes, that lady looks rough. There's still blood in her hair.

For a second I actually thought that AJ was the grenade guy and was kinda devastated on Miles's behalf.

"Home invasion crew" is a term I certainly didn't expect to ever hear.

Some friends, AJ.

Oh god, pool fight. Getting Andersen flashbacks rn.

Miles handled that so well, actually.

Bradford not criticizing Miles for wanting that life, but gently pointing out that he'd literally just be a paid friend >>>

"You're a good cop, Texas." I love Tim for this.

AJ accepting Miles's decision instead of trying to guilt trip him into changing his mind was kinda awesome, too.

Miles accepting that his life is with the LAPD. He's gonna make it. Seth didn't, but he will. I can see it already.

IT WAS GLASSER??? Didn't seem like his move tbh.

Ohhhh. So Rachel's grieving and doing a very bad job at coping. That actually makes so much sense.

Well, at least Rodge can cook. That's one redeeming quality he's got going for him.

Bailey: Since we can't have kids, we're going on vacation. (she's so real for that btw)

Nolan, just stop lmao.

[kumkaniudaku]

Terry watching a teenage Nyla type on her phone with a goofy smile and stars in her eyes, would have him ready to slide down a wall and ugly cry 😂😂

He going right up to Patrice for the scoop that he won’t be getting.

“Well, who is it, Treece? A boy, a girl, who?”

“I’m not telling you, TJ. I promised not to say anything. You’ll have to wait until she’s ready.”

“You’re the mama! Put your foot down!”

Patrice scoffs and wraps her scarf around fresh pin curls. “This is not a dictatorship.”

“Baby,” Terry whines in a last ditch effort. “Please! Just tell me. My heart is ripping in two? You want me to die?”

“Don’t ever call me dramatic again, you hear?”

[petrichorium]

heyo pluvi it's nyla on her main account that is honestly just a side acc at this point gjdfngkjfn but here's a fun thought, imagine you're a big mom pirate and one of her children- what are you mixed with and do yourself pulling a lola and dipping or toughing it out? how do you see yourself somehow running into shanks with this crucial lore change?

Omg………. I will get sooooo self-indulgent and insane w this actually (and likely get walloped w canon in a few days but hey before then we can do what we want) and say perhaps…….. mayhaps……….. an arranged marriage situation………

so likeeeeee i kinda. love the idea of me being an initial attempt at a member of the three-eyed tribe like pudding, bc i need a way to i would love to say im a badass rebel child w my own crew but Alas i think i am. quiet and awkward and nonathletic n mama kinda hates me rip. but she'd have a reason to wanna keep me around despite all that if i have the potential to read poneglyphs and that’d be a role i could play for shanks too yk. and my self-insert is 27 yrs older than pudding which nicely matches up to a potential me running away w shanks when hes like 22 and im like 26!!!

soooooo this all would go down when hes still gathering up his crew yk.......... mama obvi knows him as roger's apprentice but i think he kinda approaches her first to scope out her kids n see if any r worthy/possible to be poached LOLLLLLL and then almost like. out of amusement goes along w the marriage she decides to arrange. it is Not a situation like sanji ftr its a situation like bege, where she intends to have shanks as a subordinate captain through marriage.......

idk i think hes just curious when she proposes it. not exactly concerned—def a bit Overly Confident for a 22 yr old apprentice-turned-rookie potentially going up against an emperor PFFT—but again just like. amused by the situation. and w a piqued interest when he meets me, similarly to selfship canon ig!!!! i think im more timid n less self-assured in this scenario (a combo of being five yrs younger, raised by big mom, and generally the situation being entirely different) and honestly give off the vibe of being a bit uncomfortable around him. i think hes actually rlly put off by the idea of big mom forcing her daughter to marry a pirate even tho im clearly not cool w it; ofc hes not like. surprised i think he knows big mom p well but it Rlly rubs him the wrong way. suddenly hes not so amused anymore.

shanks is a serial princess rescuer in canon, even fifteen yrs earlier i think he's got those instincts already so there's a bit of a white knight instinct that i end up triggering in him. n when we finally get a moment alone (which in my head is a lil nighttime walk back to my room very romantic) he rlly does ask for my feelings and possibly straight-up offer to help me leave n it. pisses me off LMFAOOOOO i might even slap him in the face perhaps just for the audacity of it all bc like bro what!!!! whats the plan here u just wanna piss off an emperor for shits n giggles n a pretty face??? i think i reveal the eye here too, which is ofc considered an Ugly Feature in one piece canon so im intending to shock him out of whatever insanity has overcome him but also is smthn shanks absolutely understands the implications of..........

(he thinks its Very Striking for the record)

I think he does manage to convince me to run off w him before the wedding…….. he’s Very Persistent abt it n by the third or fourth time I’m convinced he has ulterior motives but as it encroaches I kinda come to the conclusion that if I refuse I’ll end up married to him anyway so perhaps better to keep my options open??? So we sneak off the night before w. Largely not a ton of pushback. Maybe shanks has a lil spat w katakuri that’d be fun 🫣 in my head this would be before tottoland is established so it’s a matter of sneaking off the queen mama chanter not. An archipelago yk……… n e way.

We have a lil slowburn after that 🥺 a lot of me swearing up and down I’ll leave at the next island and shanks insisting this isn’t the right one and next thing I know I’ve been w him for five yrs and I’m sleeping in his cabin and we kiss a lot. Actually the fun part abt this au is I’d be around for baby luffy which is very fun to me (tragic that I don’t meet him in selfship canon 💔) maybe he’s the reason we officially get together bc he’s Too Honest LOL idk. But there u go!!!

[ocelotlesbian]

sometimes i find myself wishing my cat could understand human language just so i could tell her about mitsuba because i think she deserves to know, my cat daughter deserves to know more than anyone, i think!!! rip nyla sofia leijon, you'd love hearing gigi infodump about mitsuba (she's not dead btw. just to clarify. she's on my bed as we speak. she's a very healthy girl)

[stargirl7856]

The Rookie 7x08 - Wildfire Review + Thoughts

- Nyla: Mekia Cox was the start of 7x7. Nyla was so badass with glasses. I am glad he’s away. I’m worried about Nyla looking at 7x9 promo. Why would Nyla be a suspect she wasn’t even near. Jayla. I can’t believe that kylie kissed James. I am glad that James pulled away from the kiss, but the writers are going to drag this miscounication and make it seem like James cheated. I also think Kylie will die, so there won’t be evidence of James pulling away. The fact that Nolan knows it’s gonna be interesting. I hope he doesn’t become hypocritical considering nolan hid bailey’s & malvado thingy. I loved Wesley’s advice to Nolan but ofc James had to get shoot.

- Angela + Wesley: wopez is great as always!! uncle/dad wesley is the best. We FINALLLY got wopez daughters name. emmy is a cute name. angela saying if wesley cheated she’d be a rich widow and wesley stressing abt telling angela.

- nolan: if nolan does tell nyla abt kylie kissing james which will make it seem like he cheated when he didn’t. i’ll be upset bc nolan will kinda be a hypocrite.

Seth: this dude just lies sm and is so incompetent. seth is a huge liar and why did he literally say that to tim in the end. seth needs to be gone asap! him ripping the paper up and putting

tim & lucy in danger is angering!!

Chenford: I am a mixed on them. I loved their scenes the fire confession and all. BUT i’m annoyed because the writers are dragging the will they/won’t they for too long. They’re prolonging that conversation for the views. I do think Tim work on himself more before chenford reunites. However we need to speed run tim’s self help. They writes are giving us little crumbs of the cookie. I do think (I hope) we’ll see tim himself and chenford have that adult convo but it’s gonna be dragged. We need both Tim & Lucy to sit & talk. That’s my only negative abt chenford this episode. I get why lucy wanted to talk abt her career bc she’s still is protecting her heart.

the positives about chenford. them riding together to tim’s house and seeing then nephews. Tim & Lucy taking abt their baseball coaching days was cute. the boys being into e- sports and also tim keeping that ps5.

Tim telling lucy that the boys ask abt her was chefs kiss! The fire confession scene had me giggling. yeah i kinda disliked it took a tragic event for them to talk abt their feelings but one it’s a drama tv show and two chenford seems to avoid having conversations abt their feelings. Tim telling Lucy ofc he still loves her and him asking her if he still loves him. Lucy replying does it matter/you’re infuriating indicates lucy wants to get back together but isn’t trusting tim yet (tbf i feel like we knew this but still). It makes sense why lucy wouldn’t want tim to say the he loves her bc she knows it’ll hurt if they get back together because they still haven’t solved their root issues. The hug after the fire calmed down was the best. the hospital scene lucy saying she needs to focus on career & her wanting to become a sargent. i think tim was scared that lucy was gonna say she wanted to move on from him. I am hoping this will give tim the push he needs to better himself. I am praying that they’ll have a conversation ASAP!!! Also tim telling lucy he’ll help her study and lucy accepting. Its the small doses. I am annoyed the writers are dragging chenford !

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

I watched the first episode of Season 7 of The Rookie!!

And AAAHHHHH!!

I loved it, it was great!!

WE GOT WOPEZ IN THE FIRST EPISODE Y'ALL 🥳🥳🥳!!!

AND WESLEY'S AROUND LIKE FULL TIME NOW :OOO

Although poor Wesley 😭😭 my man was going through it. I knew right before the detective said her name it would be Angela xD oof

And hey! A kiss, if just off screen lol!

Lucy training a rookie :O 🥳!! Love it, she's doing great :)

The national guard is a good excuse for Bailey being gone lol. Sucks not to see her though, and for Nolan :(

I'm interested in these new rookies!! Especially that one of them seems to be homeless :O, interesting!!

Also Lucy and Tim's bet is great lol - funny and it'll be good stakes long term (and helps us care about the new rookies)!

Also poor Celina wanting to be a leader when one of them isn't new xD but she got to help :)!

It was good to see Garza!! I still miss Feds :'/

I'm excited to see more of Grey's journey with his promotion! Makes sense he's a little unsure about it

And I can't wait to see what's up with Nyla this season - it looks like she'll be going through it, which sucks 😭, but I love me some angst :) xD

And of course, I miss Aaron :( but it's good to know he's doing well!

Also I'm going to make a separate post about it, but- Nolan welcoming Lucy to the TO table and seeing them all sit together. . . But it made me think of a different trip that should be sitting there together :'(( (RIP Jackson man 😭)

Loved the episode!! I'm so excited for the next one :D

[thesassywitchofthenortheast]

Rekindled Flames

Chapter Seven: Waiting

As soon as they get to St. Stephan’s, Lucy is rushed into surgery and Tim is left standing in the middle of the E.D. For a long time — or not, he’s not entirely sure, time stopped the second he realized Lucy had been hit —  he doesn’t move. Nursing staff and doctors all moving swiftly around him, attending to patients, paying him little to no mind. 

None of them caring that his world, his entire heart and soul, was just shot. His hand forcefully ripped away from hers as they rushed her off to a place he can’t follow. A sterile, cold room where she could take her last breath and he won’t be there to see it. To beg her to stay. 

“Tim!” 

Someone calls his name, and he turns to the doors to see Angela practically running towards him. Grey and Nyla hot on her trail. 

“Where is she?” 

“They took her into surgery.” 

“Alright, let’s get out of the way. Head up to the surgical waiting room.” Grey ushers them away from the chaos. 

They’re all silent on the journey up to the third floor. No one speaking until the elevator dings and the doors open to a less crowded waiting room. 

“I need to give you my statement.” Tim’s voice is thick with emotion. Almost unrecognizable as his eyes stay focused on the double doors leading to the operating rooms. 

“That can wait, son. Come sit down.” Grey pats the empty seat beside him. 

Tim’s about to sit, until he looks down and sees his hands still covered in blood. 

Lucy’s blood. 

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[xxchumanixx]

Hii, I have a request Tim Bradford X Grey!reader, I really liked the other one where she is Sergeant Grey’s adoptive daughter.

So basically she is a detective in another station, because you know, conflict of interests since she is his daughter.

she is younger than Tim, so age gap, 25 or so. She is a complete badass fr

and she goes to an undercover mission, a fancy party or something like that, alone. and things kinda get complicated, so the sergeant of the station where she works calls for backup, her father, because they are closer to where she is and also because he thought Wade would want to know his daughter is in danger.

so they get the call, and go to the place, and at first they don’t know she is grey’s daughter. They didn't know he had another daughter and that she was a detective, just because doing this dangerous job he was trying to protect her.

but she was handling things beautifully💅🏻💅🏻, and once they got there she had the suspects under control and was just slightly injured (like her arm idk). And she did it in a dress and in high heels 💅🏻💅🏻. I imagine she would be very sassy like Grey, also kind brag about what she just did. and then she starts flirting with Tim, HARD, in front of everyone and he starts blushing, absolutely melting because of her duh. everyone thought that was it, but no, she then transfers to her father station and from there her and Tim start dating, even if they shouldn’t, so once a few months has passed (and EVERYBODY knew but her father 💀💀, Angela and Nyla were for sure teasing them about it) he goes to Wade and gives up his position (Metro Tim has me in a chokehold 🥵🥵, y/n’s will agree with me for sure, with that cargo pants damn)

and that’s it, sorry it’s pretty long and there are for sure some mistakes, I’m not a native speaker 🥺🥺. Thank u if you will do it ❤️❤️❤️

Give it all

Tim Bradford x Grey!reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, reader is Grey's daughter, swearing if you squint, canon typical violence

Word count: 3.386

Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I know it's a hell of a lot late, but I didn't get to write it, because you sadly spoilerd me (I was mid season 2 when you sent your request I think) and I didn't even know what you meant with the cargo pants at first😂 But now that I've watched til the end of season 5 (still waiting with bated breath for season 6 to air in Germany with German sync) I can finally write it.

And I know about those cargo pants now and I have to agree with you. Metro Tim is🔥!

Also, I made the reader a little older, just to stay in the possibilities of becoming a detective at a young age (don't know if it's really possible to become one at 25, so she's 27).

Still hope you'll like it, though!

I suck at titles I'm sorry.

Enjoy!

God damn it.

Why did everything you so neatly planned with your team have to go bust?

It was supposed to be an easy mission - get in, get the intel, get out.

Simple as that.

But nothing ever really goes to plan, does it?

Not to mention the dress you were wearing, intoxicating yet so unpractical. Or the heels at your feet, making it all the more harder to fight.

You were worried about the seam of the dress ripping, as you kicked the guard in front of you down to the ground, sending him asleep with a blow to his face.

It was pretty, but so hard to move in.

"Grey, get your ass out of there and wait for backup!" your commander yelled into the small earpiece you were wearing, making you flinch at his high pitched voice.

If you hadn't known his face, you'd mistaken him for a woman.

Swinging at the man in front of you, you hit his jaw, your fist stinging at the harsh contact. The man reeled back, releasing an angry yell, as he made a run for you.

God damn it.

Ducking away from him you kicked at his legs, using the momentum to disbalance him. He stumbled, but managed to catch himself rather quickly, before he pulled a knife out of his boot.

Really?

Groaning inwardly, you tried to avoid the shiny blade, dodging the blow with a jump to the side. It grazed your skin though, a line of blood soon trickling down your left arm.

So much for the dress now being ruined.

The man ran after you, but you pushed a cart into his way. He fell down on it, his weight being his disadvantage, the knife clattering to the ground.

You pinned him down from behind, cuffing him with the binders you'd found earlier. He tried to push you backwards, but you kneed his groin hard, causing him to cry out in agony, as he stopped struggling.

Pushing him to the ground where the other man was lying, you did the same to the unconscious one, tying his wrists together.

"Backup is there!" Granville gave through the earpiece, your eyes rolling at the information.

A bit late, weren't they?

Huffing, you left the men behind, returning to the grand hall where the gala was being held.

Your dress was ruined, stained with the blood that continued to trickle down your arm, dropping to the floor, and your feet hurt.

The room was earily silent, no music or chattering people. Police crowded the room, guns drawn.

You groaned, when you spotted your father amongst them, rolling your eyes for the millionth time this evening.

They watched you, as you walked towards them, your father's eyes widening at the blood. "You're late." you announced loudly, stopping right in front of the aligned officers. "They're in the office back there."

Wade rolled his eyes, motioning for some of the officers to gather the attackers, and for the rest to back down.

God only knew where your constant eye rolling came from.

"Get an ambulance!" he shouted, as the crowd started to disperse, before he walked over to you. Your eyes swiped over the officers, stopping at a particular handsome face.

He was tall, walking towards you and your father, with a female officer on his tail. "Sarge, what about Torres?" he wanted to know, eyes darting to you in curiosity for a brief moment.

Tilting your head, you gave him a once-over. "Didn't know mid Wilshire had such handsome officers." you pointed out, causing his gaze to snap back to yours.

Your father inhaled sharply, not saying anything though. They didn't know you were his daughter, him trying to shield you from threats.

Bradford, as his name tag read, grew a bit red in the face. Clearing his throat, he returned the gesture of giving you a once-over.

"Oh, upstairs are three more guards." you told your father, crossing your arms over your chest. "They should be still asleep, like the ones in the office."

One of his fingers tapped on his waistband, as he tried to calm himself. You were an adult, a detective working at a station farther down the city. You knew what you were doing.

He was still worried as hell, though.

"Good work." he muttered, avoiding to look at you. He couldn't deny that he preferred you to have a normal job, not risking your life when going undercover like this.

Your gaze went back to Sargeant Bradford, the stripes on his sleeves matching your father's. "I'm detective Y/N Grey." you introduced yourself, holding out your non bloody hand for him to shake.

His breath hitched in his throat at the name, still shaking your hand as he introduced himself as well. "Sargeant Tim Bradford."

"I thought we'd talked about this!" your father interrupted you with a hiss, just as your eyes were about to roam the broad figure of Tim Bradford once more.

Rolling your eyes yet again, you smirked at Tim, ignoring the fuming form of your father right beside you. "Nice to meet you."

Some of the other officers where already looking at you, watching the commotion. The woman that had followed Tim - officer Chen - bit her lip to stop from laughing.

Tim's face grew a deeper red in the meantime.

"Are you in a relationship?" you wanted to know, his eyes widening, as your father grabbed your non injured arm, deciding he had enough.

"Look, the ambulance is there." He tried to be calm, his grip harsh though, as he left you no choice but to follow him.

Sending Tim a wink, you smiled. "Hope we'll meet again, sargeant Bradford."

He didn't answer, only watching your retreating figure with deep interest.

_____

After a rather tiresome talk with your father, resulting in both of you shouting at each other, your captain decided to transfer you - to mid Wilshire.

Your father wasn't happy, knowing he'd now have to watch his own daughter getting in harms way.

Things with Tim were getting interesting, after a few weeks had passed.

You'd kept flirting with him, even though he was a bit hesitant at first. Now that you had transferred, everyone knew who's daughter you were.

He didn't want to end on your father's bad side, though still giving into your flirts after a while. Somewhere along the way he'd asked you out on a date.

It resulted in marvelous sex and more dates. It had clicked instantly, things going beautifully between you.

Feelings sparked, soon resulting in a confession.

You'd been walking through the park in the evening, watching the water from a bridge you were standing on.

His arm was around your waist, his warmth engulfing you. You'd been going on dates for two months now, just having left the restaurant. He'd planned to do it in a more romantic way, telling you how he felt.

As the water rippled beneath you, the moon and the lanterns shining down on it, he turned you towards him, your gaze finding his.

"I'm glad you transferred here." he began, taking your hands in his, entwining your fingers. You leaned more into him, heart beating faster in your chest.

"I'm glad we met and I'm glad you still kept flirting with me, even when I was hesitant about it at first." he continued, thumb brushing over your knuckles. "And I'm glad you accepted to go out on a date with me. I really like you, Y/N... I want you to know, that I've grown feelings for you."

He held his breath, waiting for you to respond.

Your lips split in a broad smile, leaning even closer. "Well, I'm glad that you feel this way." you replied, face inching closer. "Because I've grown feelings for you too, Tim."

He sighed in relief, tugging you closer to cover your lips with his. You returned the kiss, his hands on your waist, as yours brushed through his hair, locking behind his neck.

He was like a drug for you.

He'd swept you off his feet when you first saw him, catching your gaze in an instant. For him it was the same, even with the blood that trickled down your arm, the light scar a reminder of the night you met.

_____

"So, when do we get an invitation for a double date?" Angela quipped, stirring her coffee, as she sat down opposite you. Cocking a brow you looked up from your phone, that goofy smile still glued to your face without you noticing.

You'd been texting with Tim, his own shift a later one that had yet to start.

Angela's smile grew warmer, her head tilting. Your brows furrowed at her, confused about the way she was smiling at you.

"Don't act like you don't know what I mean." she told you, eyes narrowing the slightest bit. "It's obvious that you and Tim are dating."

Your cheeks grew warmer, eyes looking down on the table. "Please don't tell my father about it." you asked of her, knowing that denying the obvious wouldn't get you very far.

She huffed in amusement, shaking her head. "Don't worry, I won't tell him."

"Tell whom what?" someone spoke up behind you - Nyla. She poured herself a cup of coffee as well, joining you at the table. "Tell her father that her and Bradford are dating."

Nyla made a dismissive gesture, shaking her head. "Don't worry, it's so obvious, we wouldn't even have to tell him. He'll find out on his own."

Eyes widening, you sat up straighter.

Where you really this obvious?

They must have read your thoughts, snickering into their cups. "It's cute." Angela pointed out, sending you a wink. "But yes, it really is this obvious."

_____

"We can't go on like this." you told Tim the same evening after your talk with Angela and Nyla, forking at the food on your plate.

Tim cocked a brow, wondering what you were talking about. Looking up from your plate, you placed the fork down. "I mean us."

He froze, the pasta falling from his own fork back on the plate, before he placed it down as well. "What do you mean?"

He couldn't shake the fear that suddenly gripped him, eminent in his voice. He'd thought you'd love him?

"We can't keep this a secret anymore." you explained, leaning on your elbows. "Angela and Nyla are constantly teasing me about it. It's obvious, everyone knows except for my father - he would have decapitated me already if he'd know."

His heart stumbled, though relief filled him at your words.

You weren't breaking up with him.

"Then we'll make it official." he proposed, leaning forward as well. You bit your lip, contemplating it. Someday they would find out anyway.

You nodded, sending him a smile. "Let's make it official."

_____

You should have known it would be a bad idea.

You had a deja vu at the way your father was yelling at you, whilst your mother was shaking her head constantly at him.

She knew better than to interrupted him.

It felt like the time you'd set the bathroom on fire, trying to alter a dress of yours when you were young.

Your father had his very own opinion about you trying to be a fashion designer.

You were waiting for him to finish his speech, knee bouncing as you stared at the wall behind him.

He inhaled deeply and you used the opportunity to interrupt him.

"I love him." you told him firmly, standing up from the chair.

Wait, what?

You loved him?

Well, yes, you did.

"I love him and I won't leave him just because you tell me to. You don't like it? Well, you don't have to. I'm an adult, I'm 27 and I can decide on my own. I can choose who I love and who I date, I don't have to ask for your permission."

He was stunned, noticing once more that you were in fact, an adult. You're mother was smiling to herself, never having had any problems with you dating Tim, even if he was a few years older than you.

Wade grumbled something to himself, wondering when you'd grown so much. To him you were still his little girl, he had to protect you.

"I'm okay with leaving mid Wilshire, if I have to. But I won't be leaving Tim." you clarified, crossing your arms over your chest.

He shook his head, wiping over his face with his hand in a tired manner. "Since when are you this grown?" he wanted to know, voice defeated. "You're my little girl, I have to protect you!"

You couldn't help the smile that fought its way onto your lips. "Dad, you don't have to protect me - protect Dom, not me. She's still so young. I'm a grown-up, I can look after myself."

Luna chuckled, agreeing with a tilt of her head. "Our daughter should be free to decide what she wants." she spoke, putting a hand on your father's arm. "Let her date him, don't ruin this for her."

He sighed heavily, head hanging low. Nodding, he looked at his wife, before he looked at you.

"But you're not leaving mid Wilshire."

_____

"I have to." Tim pressured, pecking your lips. "And I want to. Metro is great, it's an opportunity I want to take."

He had proposed to transfer to the metro, after a position had been cleared, giving him a chance he wanted to take. He secretly hoped he'd get the job - it would make things a lot easier and he had thought about it even before you two met.

He'd be going to your father today, giving up his position if the metro was willing to take him in. He'd already talked to their chief, meeting her in a few minutes to discuss things.

You were nervous about it.

Sure, you knew he wanted to go to the metro, but you were worried he'd regret it. But you knew you had to let him do this.

They rest of the day went on like chewing gum.

Whilst you were working on some cases, he talked to the metro. You bad trouble concentrating, Angela soon noticing.

"What's up with you?" she wanted to know, leaning on the small wall that divided your desk and the hallway. Looking up from the papers you'd read three times already, you pushed them aside.

"Tim's trying for a position at the Metro." you told her, leaning your head on your hand. Her eyes widened, letting go of the air inside her lungs. "Wow."

You nodded, biting your lip. "Im happy if he gets the position, but I fear he's doing it because he feels pressured to do." you explained. "I don't want him to regret his decision."

Angela shook her head, adjusting her position. "He won't." she assured you. "Tim knows what he wants. Just as he knows that he wants you. He'd have done everything in his power to ensure that, believe me. If he tries for the position, than it's because he wants to."

You nodded, trying to belive her words.

You really hoped she was right.

_____

Tim wrought his hands nervously, trying to calm his racing heart, before he would face your father.

He had been a bit harsher on Tim since he knew you were dating, but he refused to let it bother him.

Entering the watch commander's office, he braced himself for the conversation ahead of him.

Wade looked up when he entered, putting his pen down and crossing his arms on the desk. "Bradford, what can I do for you?"

Tim closed the door, sitting down on the chair opposite Wade's. "I want to transfer to the Metro." he spoke, getting right to the topic.

Grey's eyes widened - even if he kept a closer eye on him due to the relationship with his daughter, he wasn't willing to give him up that easily.

"Are you sure?" he wanted to know, his eyes wandering to your desk for a brief moment. He couldn't really see you, but he knew you were there - and Angela was as well, still talking to you.

Tim nodded, licking his lip. "I've talked to their chief and their willing to take me in." he explained, swallowing. "I think it's better this way."

Wade rubbed his chin, humming to himself.

"Are you doing this, because you want to, or because you feel forced to?" he inquired, gaze fixed on his Sargeant.

Tim cleared his throat, never breaking eye contact. "Because I want to." he responded. "I was thinking about going to the metro for a while now, not just because of your daughter."

Wade nodded, contemplating.

"Do you love her?"

Tim was taken aback by the question, still nodding fervently. "I do. Why?"

Wade nodded too, looking down on his desk. "Do you plan to marry her?"

Tim choked on his saliva, growing red as he desperately tried to regain his breath. Wade cocked a brow at his flustered face, eyes wide as Tim stared at his watch commander.

"I think it's a bit early for that." Tim gave back, swallowing hard. Wade huffed, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms. "But when the time comes, I would want to."

Wade was pleased to hear that, the smallest smile gracing his lips.

"Well then, if you want to transfer to the metro, I'm sad to see you go but I won't stop you." he told him, sitting more straight again. "It was my honor to be your watch commander."

Tim looked up from his lap, where his eyes had landed moments before, disbelieve evident in his features. Grey sent him a smile, nodding slightly.

"It was my honor, too, Sarge."

_____

You didn't see Tim, before you went home that evening.

Did he get the position?

When he entered his house - you had a key, already having cooked - you couldn't help the impatience that overtook your senses.

"Did you get the position?" you wanted to know, greeting him in the hallway.

He cocked a brow at you, fighting a smirk. "Let me get home first." he chided, shaking his head as the smirk won.

Rolling your eyes, you walked back into the living room, waiting for him to join you at the dining table.

When he did, his hands found your hips, tugging you closer to kiss you. You returned it, sighing contently. He deepened the kiss, but you separated from him.

"Did you get it?"

He rolled his eyes at how impatient you were, but smiled down at you eventually. "I did." You smiled back, happy for him, as you kissed him again.

He smiled into the kiss, before he leaned back. "And I talked to your father."

Your smile fell, a sigh leaving your lips.

"He didn't want to let me go, but he eventually agreed."

Nodding, you bit your lip, the smile slowly returning. You knew that Tim was one of the best at mid Wilshire, and your father knew too.

"Let's eat, baby."

_____

"Damn, those cargo pants make me want to stay instead of going to work."

You bit your lip as you watched him dress, the pants definitely going to be a weak spot for you. He smirked, capturing your lips with his own. "We have to get ready, I don't want to be late on my first day."

The pants in combination with the boots made you go weak in the knees. It was tempting to just seduce him and stay, but you knew he was right.

It didn't mean you wouldn't seduce him later in the evening, though.

"It'll be hard to concentrate when I see you in these pants." you admitted, staring at them. He chuckled, redirecting your gaze with a finger under your chin. "We have to go." he reminded you, grinning.

He had trouble not giving into you and stay as well, so he tried to get you two on your way to work as fast as possible.

You let him walk in front of you, so you could stare at his ass, as he ushered you out of the house.

Damn, those pants would be the death of you.

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[mamamittens]

I've been planning that damn pantry scene in my head for ages AND I STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN LUCANIS IN THE FIC YET

so! Here's spoilers for the current dialogue idea lmao

So, it starts off with Taash having gotten Nyla to deal with Spite in the pantry, obvs

And so, Lucanis is standing there, glowing eyes and all.

Spite is super pleased, naturally, since he's been wanting to talk with Nyla for a while now

"Now. We get to talk." He grins, too much teeth for Lucanis' normal, restrained smile.

"Sure thing! Been meaning to for a while now-- What did you need, baby?" Nyla smiles, pretty damn sure that Spite wasn't currently threatening to her. He looked pleased at least.

"We had. A deal. And Lucanis won't! Keep it!" He complained with a snarl.

"That doesn't sound like him, he's very particular about his word. But it would explain the issues you two have been having. What'd he promise? Maybe I can help?" If it was possible, Spite would be preening right now.

"Yes! Help! He promised!" Spite barked. "Break our chains. Kill. Escape our prison. And live."

Nyla wanted to protest that they did that, but... She looked around the pantry.

"Ah... I imagine Lucanis understood that more literally than you did. And while you're both living, this can hardly be considered really living, can it? Sleeping in a pantry? Food is great, but sleeping with the cheese wheel is usually considered beneath someone." Nyla sighed with a shake of her head.

Spite snarled, throwing up his hands in frustration.

"I want! Out!" Spite nearly screamed.

"Hey, easy there baby, I get it. This isn't ideal for anyone!" Nyla hesitantly reached out, shocked that Spite let her approach. Allowed her to place her hands on his face soothingly, leaning into the affection. "Oh, honey. This has to be so rough, people saying things but meaning something else. And when you try to explain how bullshit it is, they get offended!" Spite nodded, almost drunk as his breathing leveled out.

"Lucanis. Won't listen!" Spite hissed.

"Yeah? And you two can't just walk away to cool off, either. He doesn't understand what's got you so riled up, assumes you just want to rip everything apart because you're a 'demon'. And anytime you try to explain, it doesn't get through to him either, does it, baby?" Nyla asked softly. "I know it's hard, and you're certainly not used to it, but you're going to have to be more patient with each other as you find a middle ground. Unless we find a solution to your... Living arrangement, you've got the rest of Lucanis' life stuck together. That's quite a while to be at each other's throats, dear."

Spite's lip curled in a low hiss.

"He. Promised!" Spite narrowed his eyes at her, hands gripping her wrists harshly. "I. Want. Out!" Nyla winced at the bruising grip and Spite froze, letting go of her and stepping back suddenly. Expression at war between frustration and disgust. A snarl rising in his throat as his anger overwhelmed him.

"TELL HIM! MAKE HIM--!"

Despite clearly losing control, Spite maintained a healthy distance from her until it all suddenly disappeared. Tension lifting from his bent frame all at once, Lucanis looking up with confused brown eyes. Utterly perplexed to see her standing there.

"Wh-What? Nyla, why... Was I...?"

"You were sleepwalking. And I suppose Spite sleep talking? Nothing happened though, I promise. Taash noticed and got me as quick as they could." Nyla reassured him, but Lucanis looked horrified.

"Mierda. I-I... I didn't want you to see that. Again." Lucanis breathed out heavily, looking down in shame.

"Oh, love, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I'll always come see you, even if you didn't ask, technically--in fact, you'll have to try a lot harder than that if you want to get rid of me." Nyla smiled.

Lucanis looked up at her in surprise.

"How do you always do that?"

"Do what? Be stubborn? I'm not the one literally carrying 'Spite', thought you'd know more about that than I do." She joked, but Lucanis shook his head, lips quirked in a crooked smile.

"No. Dispell my carefully gathered clouds of doom." He looked so resigned about it all as he spoke, like he was already certain, "You deserve better than to deal with my mess."

Nyla laughed at that, her mouth running from her without thought.

"Haven't you heard, baby? Every cloud has a silver lining--and lucky for you, you look utterly dashing in silver. So wear those dark clouds all you want, it only makes you more handsome when you do." Nyla teased, watching his expression shift in a way she hadn't seen before.

Almost... Sultry.

Which was weird. Because she'd certainly never had someone look at her like that before.

Lucanis didn't speak as he slowly crossed the distance between them, bracing himself on the wall beside her. Leaning in a little closer than she'd ever had him outside of a fight. Coffee and expensive cologne drifting around her in a gentle haze.

"This isn't a good idea." Lucanis informed her softly, voice low and very pleasing with a soft, gravely rumble.

"You know, of all the things I've been called, 'sensible' isn't one of them." Nyla pointed out curiously.

Lucanis meant being his friend, right? Because, yeah, being close friends with a master assassin was objectively a bad idea.

But Nyla wouldn't trade him for anything! All of her friends here--she never wanted to let them go.

Rook, a soft, distant voice, sighed in the back of Nyla's head. A heartfelt curse in Antivan somewhere between 'Andraste's knickers' and 'why must I suffer fools'.

Which was weird, because while Rook usually didn't comment much, it usually made more sense when she did.

Lucanis jerked, a restrained snort catching her sensitive ears.

His dark eyes considering her closely. Even more so than before.

"You like to walk a little close to the edge."

His words caught in her head.

He didn't mean--she knew that.

Nyla knew he couldn't mean that. Had no way of knowing--Nyla smiled, all too practiced at distraction on that topic.

"Is that worry I hear? From the master assassin? You live on the edge, it's only fitting that I'm comfortable there too." Nyla said, the words tasting like ash on her tongue.

Three quarters of an inch had never felt so far that day.

"At least I know I'm doing it." Lucanis countered, his eyes drifting lower. His body leaning in closer...

She was all too aware--

Then, something happened.

Nyla realized how close Lucanis was.

It was silly to think now of all times. He'd been well in arm's reach for a good bit now. His handsome face suddenly feeling too close. Far closer than he, or anyone else, had ever been to Nyla. The warmth of his breath and body settling onto her like a comforting blanket, scented of coffee and expensive hygiene products befitting a wealthy assassin with pride in his appearance.

But rather than be utterly repelled, wanting her personal space back, Nyla bizarrely wanted Lucanis closer. A sudden desire that she'd never felt before. So ridiculous, in fact, that it left her frozen, staring into his soft, heated brown eyes until there was a flash of something in them.

A flicker of pink.

"I... Need to clear my head." Lucanis jerked back suddenly, hand coming up to his nose as he retreated from the room.

"A-Ah! Lucanis! Wait a second--Honey, this is your room?!? Why are you--" but he was already gone. Nyla left with the lingering heat of his breath on her lips and face flushed.

"You're an IDIOT! HE WAS TRYING TO KISS YOU!!!" Rook screamed in her head, Nyla jerking back from the sheer volume.

"What? No--that doesn't sound right. I can't kiss him, this is your body that would be wrong!" Nyla protested.

"Oh? So you also wanted to kiss him, hmm? Because I was talking about him, not you!" Nyla froze, sitting with that challenge for a moment.

Slowly, her fingers pressed onto her lips.

"Oh..."

"Yeah, 'oh'! Andraste's flaming knickers, how did you not realize that?!?"

"... I never wanted to kiss someone before. Oh no... I did want him to kiss me, didn't I?" Nyla's heart sank. "Oh, honey... What a mess I've gotten myself into! I can't! I can't possibly do that!"

"Why the fuck not?! I say, go find that dumbass and grab him by the lapels and kiss the shit out of him!" Rook declared with fire.

"Rook, baby, I can't do that in your body!"

"Why not?! I say go for it! What's holding you back?! I promise I don't care--at least he's easy on the eyes and a damn good assassin! I've slept with worse!" Rook swore.

"I--No! Absolutely not!" Nyla protested. "I can't... I can't have my first kiss like this. As someone else! Or even more than that--only to go back home and wonder if I'd ever had a chance as myself. I can't... I can't do that to myself, Rook. And I won't disrespect you by trying anyway when you can't stop me!" She hissed.

Rook fell silent.

"Oh, hermana... I'm so sorry. I promise it's okay if you do, but... Alright. I won't push... Now get out of the damn pantry before he realizes he ran out of his own room." Rook huffed.

Nyla laughed wetly and nodded. Suddenly realizing her wrists ached, the tanned skin coloring darker with bruises.

"Ah, beans... I should take care of those before someone makes assumptions." Nyla mused.

[finndoesntwantthis]

RIP Being The Elite; I am now going to fantasy book a Rocky Horror themed Halloween Special that we will never get :(

MJF and Anna Jay as Brad and Janet

Matthew as Magenta and Nicholas as Riff Raff

Kenny is Rocky (obviously)

Nyla is Frankenfurter (also obviously)

Kris Statlander as Columbia (and the rest of Best Friends and def Dark Order as the Transylvania aliens)

Hangman is Eddie (of course)

And idk Christopher Daniels as the professor

Perhaps Brandon would cast himself as the Narrator/Criminologist

I think Kenny would also want to do the lips in red lipstick lip syncing at the beginning :(