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[havenforged]

@gallntry liked for a starter

IT MUST be official. It seemed as Mr Aldridge was telling the truth, he really did want to adopt her. That's where she found herself now. With her backpack filled with the only clothes she owned, the brunette looked around as she entered. He was fostering her now, until at least the courts go through the documents to approve the adoption, if he still wanted to of course. She cradled her arm that had the cast on it, she was nervous. "Your place IS LOVELY."

[fyrewalks]

"Are they always so fucking stupid," he groans, pushing sweaty hair back from his forehead as he sinks into the old, worn leather couch in the ready room. It's mostly empty and he's sure the minimal company, with a longer time teaching than Bradley, is used to the sentiment.

Bradley's grateful for that. Despite his more public spats with Maverick and Hangman, his quickness to anger he's all too aware of, he does what he can to keep a good, heavy lid on it. He doesn't want to drag down his students with his bad attitude, even if there's a lecture or two awaiting them during the post-hop debrief he's currently avoiding. It's not cowardly - he's just waiting out the worst of the thunder. // @gallntry

[brdshwed]

@gallntry asked: ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ from natasha!

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | accepting!

oh, the grin he had on his face was absolutely devilish, stretched wide on his face, toothy and all. accompanying the absolute devious smirk were wide eyes, almost sparkling as they took in the exasperated form of his friend. the two of them were out at a diner bradley had found on his phone and enjoying some burgers and fries between the two of them. though, while natasha was distracted, bradley took it upon himself to snag a few fries here and there from her plate to stuff his face with.

of course, she ended up finding out in the end. it wasn't as if he was trying to hide it. "you really think so?" he inquires with a playful lilt in his voice, already reaching for his glass of mr pibb, which he took a few careful sips of before he spoke again. "cute enough to have more of your fries?"

[nctafraid]

“You’re probably just shopping for groceries, not wanting to hear about my messy break up.” Jonah didn’t mean to overshare, but at this store it tended to happen. “Is there anything I can help you find?” 

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[prettytragcdies]

gallntry requested: "Write me a starter where..." elyse takes scarlett out drinking after a breakup

Never date a married man. Ever.

It was the most important rule in the book, yet it was also the first one Scarlett had broken. The fact that she'd had no idea until her father had had Bum do some digging into the skeletons that lurked in Bryan's closet didn't matter, nor did the fact that husband and wife had been estranged for a long while now. No, all that she cared about was how he was obviously willing and ready to take that particular secret to the grave with him. Needless to say, giving Bryan a chance to explain himself had been for no other reason than Scarlett's genuine curiosity. She'd wanted to hear how he planned to try and talk himself out of the whole thing, but as soon as he'd finished speaking, she'd announced that they were finished and left without ever looking back. Returning to the city where they'd originally first met didn't help any of the feelings that still lingered, yet she had business to attend to there, and she wasn't about to pass it off onto someone else to take care of as her proxy. The wheeling and dealing was fortunately a very much welcomed distraction, and if an earlier promise hadn't been made to a friend, the heiress would've been on the first plane back to Dallas just as soon as the deal was official.

"Does this dress say take me home with you tonight in a fun, mischevious way or an easy, trashy way?" The outfit in question was simple and tight enough to hug all the right places and not too low cut in an effort to leave a little bit to the men's imaginations. Slipping on a pair of heels once Elyse had been given a good look at her appearance, Scarlett honestly couldn't wait to see what her friend's bar of choice had to offer in all of the various departments.

[havenforged]

@gallntry liked for a starter

WAS HE kidding? She had no idea. Well, she doubted he was because he's currently kneeling on the ground in front of her, asking her to marry him. Sylvie opened and closed her mouth briefly, closing it back up as she eyed the blonde man. She really should say something, instead of just staring at Matt. Licking her lips, Sylvie cleared her throat slightly before speaking "You're being serious. You're actually proposing. TO ME."

[havenforged]

@gallntry​ gets a half plotted starter

          THERE WERE a few times that when their teacher was absent they’d get a substitute, but it wasn’t very often they’d get split up and go to a different teachers classroom, now this is odd. But Evie wasn’t complaining. Whatever this class was, it was more enjoyable than the school work she’d already finished ( and it wasn’t even lunch time ) so she was paying attention.  To the government questions that were coming out of the teachers mouth, a few things of which seemed as if the students who were trying to answer the question and were seemingly failing. It was a rather simple question AFTER ALL.

           LOOKING AROUND, Evie made sure she wasn’t butting in or intruding on anyone’s hand before raising her hand, and waiting to be called on before she answered it with the utmost confidence in her answer. She was smart. Genius level even. But no one seemed to care. She’d finished answering the question, with a smile, before pulling out the book to read. A book that certainly was no where near her age group OF READING.

[fyrewalks]

"Hey!" The door has barely shut behind him before he's spinning on Natasha, angrier than he knows what to do with. It's a practice hop, another one in the endless set of runs they've been tasked with. The Dagger Squad looks great on paper and with the bragging rights of surviving an impossible mission, Bradshaw's disobeying orders and Hangman's rescue notwithstanding, there's talk of making the detachment more permanent. But it's obvious the brass still needs convincing. For now, they've been kept under the guise of further training. Every move, on the ground or up in the air, is under more scrutiny.

"What’d you do that for?" He demands. Practice or not, what happens up there matters. "Why'd you cover for me?" Their mistakes matter. His matter. If Bob doesn't make the final cut, if he's sent back to the Eagles, then he isn't going to drag Natasha down with him. She's too good of a pilot for that. If it weren't for the bird strike, he'd think she'd have a decent chance at flying a single-seater. //@gallntry