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Under different circumstances, Ingrid would have found something to keep herself busy, anything to avoid paying attention to him. Wiping down glasses that were already spotless, rearranging bottles that didn’t need rearranging. Normally, she’d cling to those little tasks just to keep her hands moving and her thoughts somewhere else. But tonight? She wasn't in the mood for all that, and maybe, just maybe, she was in a good mood, despite the exhaustion of a long night. Lately, a strange but honest thought had been sitting in the back of her mind, and she didn’t quite know what to do with it. The truth was, he had been a constant in her life for longer than she cared to admit. Through the nights, they’d shouted at each other on the top of their lungs, and the quieter ones when they simply existed in the same space without saying much at all; Atlas had always been there. Odd, whatever feeling this was. "Mm, afraid of a little smoke?" she teased, glancing over at him with that warm grin.

"Well, that's a dangerous promotion." Ingrid said after a beat, voice light again. "And you worry about me burning the place down." She continued, joking more than anything else. But when he mentioned needing help? The joke faded just enough to show she was actually listening. Spending time helping the wolves? Spending time with the girls? It made her forget, and God knows how she enjoyed it, despite being too stubborn to admit it. Her lips twitched after the longest pause, not wanting to miss the opportunity, "Yeah… I don't mind stopping by." Ingrid admitted, exhaling deeply. "Besides, if I don't show up once in a while, she's going to forget I'm her favorite person. And I worked very hard to earn that title. Almost lost a finger."

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atlas had never let himself linger on realizations that always came in the quietest parts of his day. that, at various times in his life, good and bad, the raven haired bartender had always been somewhere close by. in college, it'd been her saving his ass from being cut from the team. a couple of years ago, it'd been her grounding him when heavy truths hit him square in the chest. in between their bickering, she'd always known what to say and even in heated moments, ingrid had always delivered the truth. "actually, yeah. it's not good for the lungs," he countered, a barely-there, boyish curve on his mouth.

his gaze dropped to the uneven grain of the bar and he nodded. intent didn't matter. he knew why his mother had passed it on. it hadn't been out of the kindness of her heart. it was solely grief driven and the desire to step away and put distance between herself and the place she'd built with someone who was no longer there. "i've been around long enough. i think it was a good call." no matter their familial issues, he'd always shown up for the wolves. lucas had too, but while atlas had been there picking up the slack, the younger williams had been living his life.

and now, lucas the audacity to bellyache that it wasn't his name on the paperwork. "it would mean a lot," he assured, the gratitude spoken quietly, but weighted with nothing but genuine truth. to him, to lucas, to the wolves. they all needed a little extra support. "just uh, let me know when you wanna drop by? i can pick you up." he wondered, for a beat, how she was getting home after shift. a part of him wanted to offer a ride, but every time they got friendly, something always caused a shift between them.

#𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 — ingrid lozano.#𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — atlas williams.

lumcra

starter for @simularc (ft. maverick)

The hallway outside the office was quieter than Aylin expected. It wasn't silent, no, somewhere down the corridor a phone rang, a chair rolled across tile, someone laughed faintly, but it all felt far away, like a distant echo. Life still existed, and yet, for her family, it felt like it had all slowed down dramatically ever since her sister's life was cut short. Lylah and her husband had become nothing more than names in a case; names scrolling across a screen during the late-night news. To most people, that was all it was. A headline. A brief story before the next one took its place.

But Lylah had been so much more than that. She was a mother, a sister, a granddaughter. A woman who laughed too loudly sometimes, who braided hair in the mornings and left little notes on the fridge. None of them deserved an ending like that. None of it should have happened. And Emily? Emily didn’t deserve to wake up in the middle of the night and call for her mother, only to find her aunt in her place. To strangers, it was just a tragedy that had already passed through the news cycle. Something sad, but distant. To Aylin, it was different. It was as if a piece of her soul had been torn away.

The small notebook was tucked carefully against her chest, one hand wrapped around the edge like it anchored her there. Up close, the exhaustion was harder to hide. Aylinn's eyes were slightly pink, her face still a little puffy from nights that ended with quiet crying she tried not to let anyone hear. Dark circles lived under her eyes now, the kind sleep didn’t seem to fix anymore. She slowed when she reached the open door.

For a moment, she just stood there. Still, the young woman had tried.

Her hair was brushed. Her coat buttoned neatly. A little makeup she’d put on earlier before leaving the house, not for herself but because her niece watched her carefully these days. Kids noticed when the grown-ups stopped trying. Shifting her weight slightly in the doorway, Aylin became more hesitant to step in uninvited. After a second, she lifted her hand and knocked lightly against the open doorframe. "They told me I'd find you here." she said gently. "I’m sorry to stop by like this.." she added after a small pause. "I just… didn’t want to wait."

She lifted the notebook a little so he could see it. "I started writing down everything I could find, email passwords, account logins, security codes… anything that looked like it might connect to something.. I figured it might help. Or at least give you somewhere else to look."

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maverick didn't need a time clock to know how many hours he put into a work week. it was easy to determine when it felt like he never really quit, even when the sun set and the moon rose to take its rightful place in the night sky. he took it home too, often and without hesitation. as one of the few detectives at the precinct, it fell on his shoulders and that wasn't a responsibility that mav took lightly.

the case, something that they didn't see often, was a puzzling piece. two murder victims and not many suspects to name. he'd reviewed the crime scene photos, had studied every single one down to the finest details. he'd even walked the scene over and over again, each time hoping he'd find something that he'd missed before. it was clean, far too clean for his liking, but he'd crack it. he knew he would, because he understood what it meant if he couldn't and that wasn't a burden he looked to bear.

the gentle knock at the door pulled his deep blues from the file opened at his desk. it was autopsy findings for each victim. as the door cracked open, he placed the papers back into the neatly compiled file and closed it with as much care as he could.

"come in, of course. you're no bother." maverick cleared his throat and sat up straighter in his chair, his shoulders squared, attention on her. it was something that his grandmother had taught him — always give your full attention to the person that you're speaking to. "i'm sorry for not reaching out sooner. i received the autopsy reports and i've been looking through them. wanted to... try and get a fuller picture of what happened."

the detective waved a hand toward the seat that sat opposite of him, his ocean blues sweeping over the box of tissues at the edge of his desk as his gaze shifted between her and the chair. "please, take a seat. we can look through some of them if you have the time? that way... if i have any questions, you can help me to shed a little light on them." he nipped at the inside of his cheek. "can i get you anything? coffee? water?"

#𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — maverick murphy.#𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 — aylin aslan.

lumcra

Between them, there were far too many stories to tell, too much pain and wounds to heal, but what was the point of looking back? Nothing good came with it, and Ingrid had learned that lesson the hard way. She grew up to learn not to trust anyone but herself. Those with the kind words and sweet smiles were the worst of them all, and yet, there were always moments when she'd find herself holding her guard down. Just like now.. and boy, she knew she'd regret it. One day. Somehow. Watching him for a second longer than usual, her grin lingered but softened just a little around the edges. "Well first of all.." Ingrid said, glancing back up at him with a raised brow, "Rude. I have never burned the place down. Almost? Maybe. But never fully committed. Who wants to run and hide while wearing stilettos?"

The corners of her mouth tugged upwards, green hues glancing over him, wondering how bad the night way. Was he here for the alcohol? Or to talk? Whatever it was, Ingrid didn't want to pry.. and yet, she didn't want him to drink more either. "Oh, so that’s why you’re here." The brunette paused, her eyes meeting his. "Someone missed me, hm? Unbelievable. I give that girl ten minutes of affection and suddenly I’m emotionally responsible for a wolf." Ingrid joked, letting out a laugh. "You know, when someone usually tries to chew off my hand, I try to keep my distance.. but I'll come. If I'm allowed to."

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for as many nights as their casual banter had shifted into something dark and heavy, he was still surprised by the wave of warmth that always seemed to wash over him when she was near. he blamed familiarity, blamed the past they chose not to talk about, and the way she was as good with the wolf-pup as she was with his children. above all else, it was how goddamn endearing he'd always found her, back then, and more so now. "one day you might," he grinned, his dark orbs flecked in golden honey dropping to the uneven grain of the bar top.

the strange feeling of an upward curve made his cheeks feel tight. for two months, it felt a heavy weight was pressing into his chest, only relieved in the quiet moments where his head didn't feel like it wanted to implode. atlas chuckled quietly and pulled his gaze from the bar and back to her. "you're lookin' at the new boss. if you wanna drop in and check in on your best friend, you're allowed to." he knew that lucas wouldn't mind, and it wasn't like he had a girlfriend keeping watch over him any longer. she'd bailed, again, but this time he hadn't blamed her. not really. "look, i know it's a lot to ask, but... if you wanted to come by, i could use the help."

#𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 — ingrid lozano.#𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — atlas williams.

lumcra

starter for @simularc (ft. atlas)

By the time Ingrid finally stepped out from the back room, the bar had quieted down to that lazy, late-night hum she actually liked. A few people lingered over drinks, the music had dipped low enough to be background noise, and the chaos of the rush was nothing more than sticky memories on the counter. She had changed quickly, throwing on an oversized hoodie and loose jeans over the nightclub outfit she’d been wearing earlier. Walking home in tight fabric wasn’t exactly on her list of smart decisions for the night, so baggy and invisible it was. Girl had learned from her previous mistakes. Tugging the sleeves over her hands, she slid behind the bar again, leaning forward on her elbows as she let her gaze sweep lazily across the room.

That’s when she spotted him.

Ingrid blinked once, like exhaustion was likely playing tricks on her, before her mouth curled into a grin. Of course. "Well, that’s unsettling.." she muttered, straightening a little as she looked him over like he’d just appeared out of thin air. "I leave for five minutes and suddenly Atlas Williams is sitting in the bar like he pays rent here." She tilted her head, green eyes glancing over at him with amusement, then rested her chin in her palm. "What happened? Did Nova send you to check on me or something?" Ingrid raised a brow, barely containing a laugh, "Blink twice if the wolf is running the household now. Honestly, I wouldn’t even be surprised."

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they always did say that bad things come in three. in his experience, they came in waves that seemed never ending. life had tossed too many truths at him and when he hadn't known what to do with them, it had made the choice for him. it was a heart attack, the kind they called widow makers, the kind that left his mother clinging to flannels and old photos, the kind that had her pushing the rescue into his hands.

and then there was his biological father — a drunk, a loser, a man who never committed to anything but finding the bottom of a bottle. atlas had wanted to know him, but now, it felt like an impossible task. lucas hadn't cut him any breaks either. his younger brother had taken his grief and turned into something else, something that atlas knew better than most — misplaced anger.

her voice pulled him from the amber colored liquor in his glass. "i tip like i do," he exhaled, lifting a hand to brush over his unkempt beard. he tipped like he owed the whole bar, when in reality, the only person he owed a thing was her. "she did. said i should probably check and make sure you haven't burned this whole place down yet." a rough chuckle ghosted off his tongue, ragged and worn thin by untouched grief and exhaustion. "she's wondering when you're coming to see her again."

#𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — atlas williams.#𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 — ingrid lozano.

#𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 — maverick murphy.

tactical watch, messy curly hair, freshly brewed coffee, takeout containers, early morning starts and late night finishes, messy handwriting, grief, unwavering determination, sandalwood, on calls, gentle hands.

#𝐦𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲 ⸻ a closer look.

whiskey bottles, empty coffee cups, ink stained hands, disarming smiles, dog hair, vintage band tees, record collection, wolves howling, worn leather boots, carhart jackets, zippo lighter, sticky notes, how-to videos,

#𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 ⸻ a closer look.

#𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — atlas williams.

#𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — maverick murphy.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬, 𝐟𝐜 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬.

𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬. thirty-five year old chief of operation for the wolf wild rescue thats located just outside of providence peak, colorado. he's a father of two and is still trying to figure his shit out. he's recently connected with his biological father after the passing of the man who raised him and the man he called father for most of his life. he's recently stepped up at the rescue due to his father's untimely passing. his younger brother, lucas williams, is also around. casey deidrick fc.

𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐚. thirty-two year old trauma surgeon with a chip on his shoulder. he thinks he's better than most surgeons his age and even better than some surgeons that have been doing the job far longer than he has. he's a recent transfer into a new city of our choosing. he's a legacy surgeon to first generation immigrants, so success means a lot to him. chay suede fc.

𝐦𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲. thirty-six year old detective. he grew up in georgia. his mother was taken from him at the age of nine. his father was to blame. he watched his older brother grow up inside of a juvenile detention center because of it all, but he kept his head low and spent his formative years in foster care until he aged out. he had a full ride scholarship to the university of oregon where he played football and earned a four year degree in criminology. josh mckenzie fc.

𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐲. thirty year old shit show. he comes from a family of success stories and deep pockets, but griff didn't get the memo. he's smart, smarter than his siblings by a long shot, but he didn't follow the same path. he's a hacker for hire and accepts most jobs if they pay well. he's sarcastic, but kind of charming in the way its impossible to ignore. fc to be determined.

𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. forty-two year old retired baseball player. he pitched for the chicago cubs for his entire career. he called it quits two years ago and has missed it ever since. currently, he is the creator and host of the sports podcast off the bench. he's also chicago's most eligible bachelor. jesse williams fc.

kerry condon, adria arjona, hande ercel, jodie comer, kylie bunbury, ayça ayşin turan, sarah pidgeon, michelle keegan, sandra oh, etc.

i want a plot where a guy goes on a roadtrip just wandering around the state trying to find meaning of life with his big ass doggo and one day he comes to diner where this shy young woman works and like her boss is always yelling at her and she has abusive boyfriend and her father used to be abusive as well and this guy he is the first man who ever treated her nicely and he just asks her completely out of the blue if she doesn’t want to leave with him and she’s like “why not?” so she takes all of her things and leaves with him.

‘we’re just about ready to sign off on our divorce papers but oh shit wait i think i’m pregnant and i’m a hundred percent certain it’s yours because i’m haven’t been ready to move on intimately just yet so maybe…, i guess, maybe we could give this another shot and try falling in love all over again’

after a messy divorce, she wants to find herself again. so, her and a group of friends go out for a night on the town and she meets a handsome man. he's younger, but for one night, it doesn't matter. except he wants to see her again. she knows she's too old for him, but he doesn't seem to care. domestic angst of her navigating her feelings for him and him trying to convince her that their age gap (5 to 8 years) isn't all that bad.

exes, but no one knew about them because they kept their whole relationship a big secret for one reason or another. but plot twist... they have mutual friends that end up sitting them both up on blind dates. with reach other. bonus points if it ended on bad terms.

lovers to enemies. they dated for awhile, or were married, or engaged. something fucked up their relationship and instead of talking it out and trying to move on, they chose to call it quits. now they can't stand one another, even if there's still love there that neither of them want to admit to.

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