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saltsicklover · 8 months

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Slamming Doors - BRB - Broken House

This was written as a oneshot but I have an idea on how to expand the story if there is interest for it! Please let me know what you think, I'd love to hear from you!

Title: Slamming Doors

Series: Broken House

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2700+

Rating: R

Warnings: Talks of death, sick parent, car crash, pet names, lots of crying, lots of yelling, ANGST, misunderstandings.

Doors aren't meant to raddle on their hinges. Doors aren't meant to be slammed that hard.

Honey like to think it's always better to be on the in swing of the door, rather than on the out swing.

If she is on the in swing, Bradley would be storming in. It is like this often, the picture frame hung next to the door perpetually crooked from how often that damn front door is slammed. The corners of that frame are even chipped from the time or two it hit the tile floor.

At least, if he is coming home, she has a chance to calm him down. To take his face in her hands and comfort the man she loves. To kiss his lips and agree that the Captain is a dumbass who doesn't have a damn clue about how to do his job. She is always there to comfort him, to take the weight of the day off of his shoulders when things have been bad.

Hell, it isn't even always bad. Sometimes, maybe more often than sometimes, Hangman or Phoenix would be toting Bradley in, his arm held tightly over their shoulder, and he would drunkenly kick the door shut, the front of the house rattling with the abrupt closure. He would slur his words and hiccup, but always be happy to leave his friend's arms the moment he spots her.

It is different now, though.

Now, Honey is on the out swing. Bradley has her walking out after a fight, too heated to work it out.

The front door slams again, the picture frame rattling lightly against the wall. Bradley walks into the living room before dropping his duffle bag in front of the couch. It is filthy, he is filthy. The arms of his flight suit are tied low on his hips, his white t-shirt completely stained with grease and gear lubricant. It looks angry, deep brown and jet black against the stark white of the cotton. Days like this, Honey would be in his arms as soon as his bag hits the floor, but today is different.

Honey stands on the other side of the room, her back to her lover.

Bradley and Honey are somewhere between whole heartedly committed and casual. She practically lives in his small home with him when he isn't away on deployment and there to take care of his plants when he is. It has been this way for almost two years, a little house right down the road from the beach in Pensacola.

NAS Pensacola isn't home to Bradley, and Florida isn't home to either of them. They met by happenstance, both stranded in a storm at a little bar-motel in Maryland. He was there for work, she was there trying to track down information on her father. One drink turned into three, one night turned into a long weekend, and the two have been intertwined ever since. Honey followed him to Florida, still on her search for her father, who she never called by name. She'd said it was too painful and she wasn't ready to talk about him until she could talk to him. They hadn't intended on dating, and Honey had intended on getting the information she was looking for and then be moving on. But they had to go and fall in love.

"Honey?" Bradley finally looks up at her, taking in the slump of she shoulders. The whole energy in the house wrong. There is no candle burning on the coffee table, the blinds aren't open to let the sun in, and Honey hadn't found her way into his arms yet. Something is most definitely wrong.

He bends down to untie his boots as he waits for his lover to answer his call. She doesn't move to turn around, nor does she say a word. Her eyes are locked on the photo of Bradley and Nick, his father, that is hanging up on the wall. In it, Bradley sits atop Nick's shoulders, both wearing grins so big she could practically see the ache in their cheeks. Her eyes trace over the frame, then Bradley, down to Nick, then back up again to repeat the process. Honey has been standing there, eyes glued to the photo for the better part of the last hour.

Before she found herself in front of the photograph on the wall, she had been staring at the photo in her hand for much too long. She has been holding it so long that there are fingerprints on the glossy side of the photo, both in full and partial prints not kept to the edges.

Honey had been dusting the mantle earlier that afternoon, her body poised on a stepstool to get the shelves above the fireplace too. As she was cleaning, she bumped a framed photograph of Bradley and his mother, Carole, posed together on his High School graduation, shortly before she had passed away. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his frame, partly out of love, partly to keep herself standing upright. She had insisted on standing for the photo, even though Bradley wanted her to stay in her wheelchair.

Bradley had told Honey about his mother so many times before. He loved showing her the photographs and telling her stories. He is so proud of his parents; but Honey knew he was a Mama's boy. That was likely because she was the only parent he had for a majority of his life, between deployments and his father's untimely passing.

The relationship he had with his Mother was special. It was something that allowed Bradley and Honey to bond over when they first began dating. Her father walked out on her and her Mother before she had her first birthday. Honey was a Mama's girl too- her Mother passed away five years prior due to a driving accident. Black ice in the middle of winter was no joke, and Honey's mother should not have been out driving in the first place.

Both effectively orphans, the pair bonded quickly. Lack of family tended to do that to people.

Bradley tired to get Honey to talk about her father, to share just a little bit of information about him. All he ever managed to learn was his Navy association. He grimaced when he found out, knowing just how many deadbeats there are in the Military.

After Honey had knocked the photograph off the shelf with her elbow, it hit the floor and shattered. It took her ages to clean up the glass, and she even managed to save the photo of Bradley and his mother from being ruined. What she was not expecting was the photograph hidden behind it.

In her hand, she clutches a photo of Pete Mitchell and Bradley at his high school graduation, both smiling and happy. Bradley has the hope for his whole future in his eyes, that much is clear enough to see. Pete has an arm around Bradley, pulling him close as he holds a photo of Nick in his other hand.

The photograph lead her to where she stands now, unwavering in her place, even as Bradley calls her name again.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Bradley crosses the room, his untied shoelaces hitting against his boots with small clinks from the plastic aglets. He reaches a hand out to her, gently pulling her hair over her shoulder. "Honey?"

She turns to him, eyes glassy. The sight of Bradley swims, tears distorting her vision. Her cheeks are red, like she has been straining to hold back her tears. Quickly, he eyes the rest of her form, taking her in in her entirety, trying to pinpoint her distress. His eyes land on the photo she has creased in hand. Gently, he takes the photo from her hand before pulling her into his chest.

The grease smeared shirt across his chest becomes a home for a lose tear as he brings her into his frame, her face pressing into the expanse of his chest, near his shoulder.

"I broke a frame while I was cleaning," Honey begins, her voice so quiet he almost misses it, "I'm sorry, Bradley,"

"Oh, Honey," Bradley coos lightly, "You don't have to be sorry, it's okay. The frame can be replaced, no need to be upset, Sweet Girl,"

Honey sniffles against his chest, bringing a hand up to try and brush a tear from the fullness of her cheek. She almost chides him for thinking she would be upset over something so small, but she can't find it in her to make the joke out loud.

Bradley smiles to himself, thinking about how caring his girl is, but the smile immediately disappears as he looks at the photo he had taken from her moments before. This is not the photo that was on display. Bradley would never have a photo of Maverick up in his house, not after the older man pulled his papers for the academy. Absolutely not.

"Honey," Bradley pulls back, his eyes glued on the photo, "Where did you get this?"

"It was in the back of the frame- behind the- behind the photo of you and your Mom," She hiccups through the sentence, anxiety rising up in her chest again. The taste of bile is sour on her tongue as she looks over Bradley's expression. His brows are furrowed, eyes narrow and angry as he locks eyes with the photograph.

"Who is that?" Honey asks, even though she already knows.

"Pete Mitchell," Bradley's voice is laced with so much venom it gives her goosebumps. She raises her eyebrows but Bradley doesn't need prompting to continue. "He flew with my Dad, was the reason for his accident. If they didn't have to eject, my father would still be here today. And then, when I applied for the Academy, he derailed my career by years when he pulled my papers. I haven't spoken to him since,"

A noncommittal hum is the only thing Honey can muster in response. Honey can feel her skin flush hot and cold but tries to push the feeling aside.

"I need to talk to you about something," Honey's words sound heavy coming off of her tongue. The tone snaps Bradley's eyes right up to her, the picture being abandoned on the coffee table.

"What is it?"

There are so many things Honey wants to say. She wants to plead for Bradley to tell her everything he knows about Maverick. There is a part of her, deep inside, that is still eight years old, still the same little girl who realized for the first time that her father wasn't coming back not because he couldn't but because he didn't want to.

Honey wants to tell Bradley that Maverick is her father, to explain that the man standing next to him, clad in a leather jacket and dark washed jeans is her father. The man who didn't want her. She wants to bond over their appeared shared hatred of the man. Honey wants to curse his name and burn every photo of him that the two are in possession of. She wants to say fuck you to Pete Mitchell all together, with the man she loves by her side.

But instead, the words that leave her mouth are much, much worse.

"You can't talk about your father anymore,"

The words aren't tactful, but they aren't exactly a lie either. She has always had a hard time listening to Bradley talk about Nick. There has always been something so fucking bitter inside of her whenever he would talk about him. The knowledge that her father is a Naval Aviator, just as Bradley's had been was just too close for comfort for her. But now? Knowing that the stories of his father are also stories of her father. That broke her.

"Excuse me?"

The statement catches Bradley off guard so much he almost feels dizzy. If it weren't for the clunky air conditioning unit in the window behind Honey humming away, he might've blamed the feeling on stifling Floridian humidity. But, unfortunately for them both, he heard her correctly.

"That's not what I meant! Shit!" Honey starts, but Bradley's expression doesn't turn any more pleasant.

"I mean, fuck, I can't listen to you talk about your father anymore!" That sentence isn't any better. Honey can hear her own blood rushing through her ears, the same way she can feel the heat rising to her face with it.

"What?"

The venom is back in Bradley's voice, anger is beginning to boil behind the color in his eyes. Suddenly Honey wishes she could rewind time, just two fucking minutes.

If there is one thing for sure, Honey may just be fragile like that picture frame, but Bradley is fragile like a bomb.

Bradley's fists ball at his sides, knuckles going white as he squeezes them tight. Honey can't take her eyes from his face, from the vein that bulges in the side of his neck. She notices how his lip curls forward, his mustache sloping downward with his frown.

"I just-" Honey takes a deep breath; it's ragged as it goes in and back out, catching on the broken pieces of her heart, "I can't have flashbacks from memories that aren't mine- I can't have this image in my mind of a man that I didn't know,"

Bradley is fuming now, listening to the words as they come out of his lover's mouth. He already had a shit day, having come down on new assignment back to TOP GUN. He didn't want to tell Honey, worried about what she might say. Worried that she might not pack up her life and go with him, or worse, that she wouldn't be here waiting for him to come back.

Honey isn't explaining herself well, but he doesn't know that, nor can he calm down enough to figure out exactly what she is talking about. At face value, she is bad mouthing his father, the great Nick Bradshaw, mother Goose, and Bradley won't stand for that. He misses the words coming out of her mouth and the new tears that have made their way down her cheeks.

"Shut up!" Bradley yells, his hands coming up to grip tightly in his hair. The words cut Honey off mid-sentence, and she obeys the command, more out of stunned compliance than choice.

"Brad-"

"No!" He points a finger right into her face, anger fully taking him over. He hasn't been this angry since Mav pulled his papers, the almost forgotten feeling burning beneath his skin. Honey's lip quivers, but she pulls it into her mouth, between her teeth to keep him from seeing it. "You do not get to stand here, in my house, and talk shit about my father!"

"No! Brad-" Honey holds out her hands, pleading for him to just listen, for just one second. Just long enough for her to get this mess of a miscommunication figured out.

"Enough!" Bradley's voice practically shakes the room, "Get out!"

"What?" Honey's voice is so unbelievably small now, like she doesn't trust herself to speak.

"Get. Out. Now." Bradley can barely look at her. Honey knows when she has lost a fight. So, she moves past him, grabbing her purse from the couch on her way past. She makes it to the door, her hand still on the handle before she speaks one last time.

"You like to think you are so much like your father, all good heart and good man, but in reality, you are just like mine,"

Honey slams the door behind her, the sound echoing though the house. She doesn't stop long enough to hear the picture frame fall from it's place on the wall, the glass shattering against the tile.

There is too much left unsaid, the words that made it out taken to far and just wrong. Nick was the kind of man she always wished her father would have been. Kind, good, loving. And when she didn't find that in her own father, she found it in Bradley instead. Bradley liked to say that his father would have loved her, enough for both himself and her father combined, and she believed it too. But now, as she walks away from Bradley, she can't help but know just how disappointed Nick would be in her.

Because, doors aren't meant to raddle on their hinges. Doors aren't meant to be slammed that hard. And now, Honey knows exactly just how much better things are on the in swing of that front door.

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3cremepie3 · 3 months

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Hiii!

Can I request some angst with a happy ending with Malleus and Fem reader?

Like they get into a super bad argument cause of a misunderstanding and reader says a lot of nasty stuff. He now really thinks everybody hates him. But in the end reader apologizes and clears the misunderstanding. A kiss and make up fic?

You don’t say?

Synopsis - Y/n has changed for the worse. Their relationship hasn’t been affected until one night were the spark between Malleus and them falters. Malleus x gender neutral reader agnst and fluff!

Warnings - jealousy, cussing, depressive thoughts, degradation, accusations, Y/n is a bitch. Not proofread!

A/n - I was gonna do a whole series like this like 6 months ago with the twst dorm leaders. Thanks for brining this back 💋.

“He’s definitely my favorite person here.” You exclaimed hugging your best friend Leona tightly. His tail wrapped around you pulling you excessively closer. The crowd of your friends around you chuckled at your remark. Saying how cute your bond had grown. And how Leona was only such a softie for you.

Malleus watched in the corner his mood quickly growing sour. The air in the room grew tense but you were too caught up in Leona to tell. Other people quickly moved from around him scared of the Fae’s capabilities.

Leona caught wind of the tension shooting Malleus a wink as you cuddled him. Malleus's hand gripped the desk chair quickly splitting the wood. The chatter around you was too loud for anyone to notice. But the next person to sit there would fully fall through.

Malleus sprung up and walked out of the room. “What’s he doing,” you asked. “I’m gonna go see what’s up with him guys brb,” you waved. Your groups of friends snickered predicting the bickering that was about to happen.

“Mal stop walking so fast.” You heaved trying to catch up with him. His steps were much larger than yours and you were quickly left jogging next to him. “Why are you leaving we just got here. You begged me to get you an invite why have you changed your mind?”

He came to a sudden halt and you crashed into him. You rubbed your sore face as he faced you. “I thought I was your number one Y/n?” He asked a sad glint in his eyes further apparent from the soft moonlight. The cold air from the open hallway felt like it had knocked you over. “Yes, how could you ask that Mal.”

“You know I love you.” You reassured him squeezing his hand in a tight clasp. “Well, it doesn’t feel that way. Today you invited me out and I get it that I don’t tend to go over well, especially with others but I felt excluded.”

“And then that damn lion being so close to you,” he sighed. He wasn’t able to finish his sentence before you cut him off. “You have gotta stop being so insecure Mal!” You scoffed then rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you a king? You need to act like one then and not like a little boy.”

“Jesus I understand I’m fine but there’s no need for you to be this clingy,” you chuckled. “What I’m saying is there’s no need for you to act like such a loser. You can have a social life if you just get yourself out there. FYI you have to stop being such a coward to do so,” you ranted.

Malleus had never heard you speak to someone in such a rude manner. “I can tell this is your so-called new friend's mannerisms rubbing off on you. Because my love you have changed drastically.” He dropped your hands off of yours the look on his face turned to a disappointed one. “My friends are amazing for your information don’t be mad because you don’t have an asshole,” you spat.

“It’s hard to find people who cherish you,” he admitted. “And here I thought I had one only to be mistaken this whole time.” You would never see Malleus cry he promised himself that once you got into a relationship. But this is the closest you would see him to a breakdown. He bit his lip not wanting to say anymore and his head hung low as he walked away.

Your mind quickly replayed what you had told him regretting it deeply. But you stood in the dark hallway your body held down by shame for too long. By the time you checked for Malleus running around the dark empty hallways until you were out of breath, he was gone.

It didn’t take long for you to find him the next day. And you tried to go up to him but you couldn’t get a word in as Sebek looked at you infuriated. Never had you seen him so red in your entire life. Your face felt hot since he was glaring daggers at you in class. “What’s up with him,” your friend asked? “He’s mad because Malleus and I got into a fight.”

“Ha, really what happened?” It’s not funny and I don’t want to talk about it,” you sulked. “Come on don’t be extra you’ll be okay you’re the bachelor/ bachelorette of this campus you’ll be fine!” No I won’t be fine I fucking loved him,” you screamed.

Your face grew red from embarrassment why did you blow up on your friend like that? You ran out of class surely you were gonna get written up but you didn’t care. You collapsed in the hallway exhausted from all your pent-up anger with yourself.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” you hissed. “Yeah, I’m glad you realized that part,” Ace giggled. “Hey go easy on them can’t you see their upset,” Duece protested. “They didn’t go easy on when they betrayed us for those idiots. Don’t you remember that feeling of humility Duece,” Ace questioned.

Duece sighed having lost their quick argument. “Ace is right,” you frowned. “I a fucking nobody lost my king,” you cried. “Um Y/n you’re making a scene.” You could feel the stares of others around you. You sat up moping out of public view. Ace and Duece followed you around a bit trying to console you.

“It couldn’t have been that bad right?” He said I’m no longer his sweet girl god I want to throw up.” Your voice cracked with sadness. “And I called him an insecure loser without thinking of his feelings,” you added. Ace and Duece gasped.

“You called the future king of Briar Valley a loser,” Ace yelped. “Yes,” you muttered. “Wow, Y/n I’m glad he humbled you honestly,” Ace snickered. “Ace stop it’s clear they didn’t mean it. But seriously Y/n you do have some major audacity. It’s grown considerably in the past couple of months,” Deuce spoke.

You thought about what they had said to you as you walked back in class sitting with your head down on the table. Have you really changed that much over the past couple of months? And why were you undermining everyone else’s feelings? As Malleus would say to you “there’s no need to dwell on the past.”

You would have to sort things out immediately. That's why you snuck into his dorm skipping your last period to do so. You hid in his wardrobe squished between his fancy clothing. His clothes smelled like him and you couldn’t help but inhale them. God it had only been a day and you missed him so much.

You waited and waited for what felt like forever until you finally heard shuffling outside of the wardrobe. Heavy footsteps moved around his room. They grew fainter the clicking sound of his shoes disappearing indicating he took them off.

Your heart started to beat faster as you felt him creeping more and more towards you. “Malleus!” Lila called out to him stopping him in your tracks. “Coming.” His deep voice boomed. God, he was so close to you centimeters away from discovering your position.

But you heard as he walked out of the room answering Lila’s beckoning. You let out a breath relieved and you returned to the comfort of his clothes against your back. That comfort quickly was snatched from you as you were slammed out of the closet. Your body raged with pain as you were held in a chokehold. “Found them,” Silver screamed out.

His angry expression soon fell realizing it was you and not an assassin. “Oh, it’s just you Y/n?” God, I’m sorry,” he winced looking as though he was in more pain than you. Malleus and Lila rushed in with the announcement of your name. “Silver go get Sebek and call off code red.” I’ll leave you two alone.” Lila shut the door behind you and Malleus. You continued to cough still feeling Silvers strong gasp on your throat lingering on your skin.

Malleus stood in the corner not shooting a glance your way. You were the first to talk still out of breath. “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” you laughed. But he stood with his arms crossed not amused. “Listen Mal I came here to say I’m sorry. I would’ve talked to you normally but I know Sebek wouldn’t have allowed me.”

“Today in class his glare was so sharp it practically killed me. You chuckled but it died off quickly and awkwardly. Everything was quiet even the activity outside seemed to stop. “I’m sorry Malleus.” You stood up trying to meet his eyes but he remained neutral. “You were right I’ve changed recently. I don’t know if it’s the pressure of this new world getting to me but I’ve become corrupted.”

“I can’t only blame others. I’ve been stupid enough to not see the greatness of what I had. Those months we spent together just lazing around at ramshackle were my happiest ones.” For a minute you thought you still weren’t getting through to him but his weight shifted as he turned towards you.

“I let others flattery get to my head so much that I started to believe it. That was my fault I should’ve known to never trust them. Most of them just wanted to get in my pants like you warned me. But I never listen because I want to believe that people just like me for me.”

“They only want my body so they could experience an “out of this world experience”,” you mocked. “And I was too delusional to listen to you. So I tried to change that by making friends. But I never considered your feelings and how I should have boundaries with them.”

“I was the coward who was too scared to put her relationship before her useless social life.” I pushed so many people away,” you cried. “Fuck I’ve lost everyone important and I still don’t understand why you were mad at me before that,” you wailed.

“I’m sorry Malleus I’m an idiot.” He huffed walking over to you. His hand-picked up your drooping head. “It’s hard to stay mad at you for long even if you’re being bitchy.” You gasped you had never heard him swear. But you deserved it. “I heard about you crying on campus. Silver and Sebek saw you and reported it to me.”

“Thank you for apologizing Y/n what you said hurt my love. But I’m willing to forgive you.” Really,” you exclaimed. “I’m so so sorry Mal you’re not a loser or a coward and you are a perfect king. I was only projecting.” You hugged him so tightly you thought your arms were gonna break. He laughed and your face lit up seeing a familiar sight.

“Promise me one thing, my love?” Hmm,” you perked. “You’ll stop hanging out with that lion and his crew they're ruining you. And that smug bastard is trying to take you from me. He thinks he’s slick.” You heard thunder crack outside with Malleus's statement pushing you even closer to him.

“Sorry I got a bit worked up,” he smirked. “I was just imagining the things I would do to him if he ever got too close.” You said he was your favorite person after all.” I meant he was my favorite beast person in my friend group Mal!” Why would I put him over you?”

“I must’ve misheard you then.” Wow, we were fighting the whole time over this,” you laughed. “I could’ve avoided hurting you.” But then we wouldn’t have reconnected,” he frowned. “You’re right Mal I say let’s kiss and make up.”

“Let’s do just that.” He said locking your lips either his. It had been a while since you last felt a kiss this passionate. You didn’t want to stop breathing no longer matter as you smothered each other. You fell onto his lap looking up at his face which was admiring yours. As stole another kiss from him you felt a change brewing between you. A good one.

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bratshaws · 11 days

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through the hourglass 386. brb x oc

a/n: my day was awful uwu (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none

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How was it going so far???

Alright.

He was nursing himself to some punch,non-alcoholic, they still had to go back to the hotel after all. He was sitting on the corner as Beatrice busied herself in getting some water instead of punch, his smile widening as she looks back at him, “I got some lemon water.” she announces, holding the glass “It’s nice, you want some?”

Rooster's smile softened at Beatrice's thoughtful gesture, "Sure, honey," he replied, accepting the glass with a grateful nod, "Thanks."

Beatrice returned his smile, her eyes shining with affection as she watched him take a sip of the refreshing lemon water. As they stood together, sipping their drinks and chatting quietly, Rooster's mind wandered back to their earlier conversation with Jason. "You know," Rooster said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "It's funny how life works sometimes. Meeting old friends like Jason...it's like stepping back in time."

Beatrice nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it really is," she murmured softly, "It's strange how certain moments can transport you back to a different time and place."

Rooster took another sip of his punch, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over him as he reminisced about their past. "Do you ever miss it?" he asked quietly, his gaze drifting to the dance floor where couples swayed to the music, "The way things used to be?"

Beatrice sighed softly, her heart heavy with longing for the carefree days of their youth. "Sometimes," she admitted with a wistful smile, "But then I remember how far I’ve come since then. And I wouldn't trade where we are now for anything."

"Me neither," he replied softly, reaching out to take her hand in his, "I'm grateful for every moment we've shared, even the difficult ones."

Beatrice squeezed his hand gently, her eyes shining with love and gratitude. "Me too," she murmured, leaning in to press a tender kiss to his lips, "I love you, Rooster. Always."

Rooster's heart skipped a beat at Beatrice's words, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion in her voice. "I love you too, Beatrice," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity, "Forever and always." he leans down to kiss her forehead.

Weird to have a romantic moment when Get Low by Lil Jon started playing.

Beatrice smiles up at him, “Are you having fun?”

He hums,hugging her close to press his lips to her forehead “...you know…I am,a little. It's definitely...an experience," he replied, his eyes scanning the room as the pulsating beat of the music filled the air.

The music continued to pulse around them, the energy of the crowd infectious as they danced together in the dimly lit room. Rooster held Beatrice close, his hands tracing gentle circles on her back as they watched the crowd.

It was…something, but at least those people were having fun.

"Hey, you know what?" Rooster said suddenly, his voice low and intimate as he looked into Beatrice's eyes, "I'm really glad we came here tonight. It's been...nice."

Beatrice smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Me too," she murmured softly, "It's been a wonderful night, I’m glad you are having fun.”

Rooster's smile widened at Beatrice's words,he held her a little tighter, kissing her forehead, thanks gorgeous. At some point, the DJ switched up the music, transitioning from upbeat dance tracks to slower, more romantic tunes. Rooster pulled Beatrice closer, "Remember this song?" Rooster murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he recognized the familiar melody.

Beatrice nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she leaned into him. "Of course I do," she replied, her voice soft and tender, "It was one of the first songs you played on the piano for me.”

“Yeah…’ he smirks, holding out his hand “Shall we?”

Beatrice's heart fluttered at Rooster's invitation, a warm glow spreading through her chest as she took his hand. She let him lead her to the center of the dance floor, their movements fluid and graceful as they swayed to the music.

As they danced, Beatrice couldn't help but lose herself in the moment, the world around them fading away as she focused solely on Rooster. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down her spine as they moved together in perfect harmony.

Rooster held Beatrice close, his arms wrapped protectively around her as they moved to the rhythm of the music. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath mingling with hers as they shared a tender moment together.

Beatrice gazed up at Rooster, her eyes shining with love and adoration as she lost herself in his gaze. In that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of the dance floor lights, she felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

The song came to an end, but Rooster didn't let go of Beatrice. Instead, he pulled her closer, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. Beatrice melted into his embrace, her heart overflowing with love for the man who held her in his arms.

"I love you," Rooster murmured against her lips, his voice filled with sincerity.

Beatrice smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I love you too," she whispered back, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Thanks for…being here,by the way.”

“You don’t have to thank me,”

“I know but…” he frowns “You know I was very hesitant in coming here.”

Beatrice gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from Rooster's forehead, her touch tender as she looked into his eyes. "I understand," she said softly, "But I'm glad you decided to come."

Rooster's expression softened at Beatrice's words, a sense of warmth spreading through him. He leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin as he savored the moment. "I just needed a little push,gorgeous," he murmured, "You know that."

Beatrice smiled up at him, her heart swelling with love. "I do," she replied softly, "And I appreciate it more than you know. And I–”

“BRADSHAW!”

He grimaces. John.

Rooster's smile faltered as he heard John's voice cutting through the tender moment. He reluctantly pulled away from Beatrice, turning to face his old friend with a forced grin.

"Hey, John," Rooster greeted, his tone strained, "What's up?"

John swaggered over, his usual cocky grin plastered across his face. "Man, you gotta come check out this new bar I found," he exclaimed excitedly, clapping Rooster on the shoulder, "It's got the best drinks in town."

Rooster glanced back at Beatrice, a silent apology in his eyes as he tried to navigate the sudden interruption. "Actually, John, we were just about to head out," he replied, his tone firm, "Maybe next time."

John's grin faltered slightly at Rooster's rejection, but he quickly recovered, slinging an arm around Rooster's shoulder. "Aw, come on, man," he wheedled, "One drink won't hurt. Besides, I haven't seen you in ages."

Rooster exchanged a helpless look with Beatrice, silently pleading for her understanding. Beatrice nodded in response, a small smile playing at her lips as she squeezed Rooster's hand in reassurance.

"Fine, one drink," Rooster relented with a sigh, knowing that John wouldn't take no for an answer, "But my wife has to come with.”

John blinks “Wait…what? But this is a macho retreat man!”

Rooster's eyebrows shot up in surprise at John's response, his irritation growing at his friend's insistence on excluding Beatrice. He exchanged a quick glance with Beatrice, his expression tight with frustration.

"Sorry, John, but Beatrice is my wife," Rooster replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument, "And wherever I go, she goes."

Beatrice's heart swelled with pride at Rooster's words, her admiration for him growing with each passing moment. She squeezed his hand, silently thanking him for standing up for her.

John's expression darkened at Rooster's refusal, his annoyance evident as he glanced between them. "Fine," he muttered grudgingly, "But don't expect me to treat you any differently just because you're married now."

Rooster shrugged off John's attitude, his focus solely on Beatrice as he led her out of the room. "I wouldn't expect anything less," he replied coolly, "Let's just go and get this over with."

The bar was dimly lit and crowded, the sound of laughter and music filling the air as they entered. John led them to a corner booth, where their old friends were already gathered, beers in hand and smiles on their faces.

"Hey, look who finally decided to join us," one of them exclaimed, clapping Rooster on the back as they slid into the booth, "Thought you were too good for us now that you're married."

Rooster forced a smile, his discomfort growing as the conversation turned to their past exploits. He glanced at Beatrice, silently apologizing for dragging her into this mess.

But Beatrice just smiled at him.

He waits until she’s comfortable to sit down next to her, kissing her forehead ‘You okay with this?”

Beatrice nodded, her smile unwavering as she leaned into Rooster's touch. "I'm fine," she reassured him softly, "As long as I'm with you."

He pressed a tender kiss to her temple, silently thanking her for her support.

"Hey, Bradshaw, remember that time we crashed that party in college?" one of their friends exclaimed, his voice loud with excitement as he regaled them with tales of their wild youth.

Rooster forced a smile, nodding along with the story as memories of their reckless antics flooded his mind. “Sure…” he did not remember “It was…crazy,huh?”

Beatrice leaned in close to Rooster, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "Do you really remember crashing that party?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Rooster shook his head slightly, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Not really," he admitted quietly, "But I'm not about to let them know that."

Beatrice chuckled softly, her hand reaching out to squeeze Rooster's thigh under the table. "Well, at least they seem to be having fun, and stopped…being weird i guess." she murmured, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Hey, Bradshaw, remember that time we went skydiving?" John then said and Bradley just furrowed his brows.

Rooster's confusion deepened at John's words, his brow furrowing as he tried to recall any memory of going skydiving with their friends. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't conjure up any recollection of such an event.

"I...don't remember that," Rooster replied slowly, his voice tinged with skepticism, "Are you sure we did that?"

John shrugged nonchalantly, taking a swig of his beer before replying. "Yeah, man, it was epic," he insisted, "We jumped out of a plane together, remember?"

Rooster exchanged a glance with Beatrice, his confusion mirrored in her eyes. "I'm pretty sure I would remember something like that," he said with a small frown, "Are you sure you're not thinking of someone else?"

"Of course I'm not thinking of someone else," he snapped, "You were there, Bradley. Don't you remember anything from our past?"

Rooster's frustration grew at John's insistence, his patience wearing thin as he tried to make sense of the situation.

Beatrice reached out to take Rooster's hand in hers, squeezing it gently as she met his gaze with a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Roos," she murmured softly, "We don't have to engage with this if it makes you uncomfortable."

Rooster nodded in agreement, a sense of relief washing over him as he leaned into Beatrice's touch. "Yeah, you're right," he replied gratefully, "Let's just enjoy the evening and forget about whatever weird alternate reality John is living in."

“I mean,is marriage life really taking that outta your brain?”

Rooster’s glare shifted to John who really should just shut the hell up “What?’

"Marriage life has nothing to do with it," Rooster replied evenly, his tone firm, "I just have a good memory for things that actually happened."

John's smirk faltered slightly at Rooster's pointed response, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his expression. "Hey, man, I was just joking," he said quickly, trying to diffuse the tension, "No need to get all worked up."

Rooster resisted the urge to roll his eyes, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to keep his temper in check. "Well, maybe next time you should think before you make jokes about someone's memory," he retorted, his voice tinged with annoyance.

John's attempt at a joke fell flat, the awkward silence that followed stretching on uncomfortably. Beatrice squeezed Rooster's hand reassuringly, shooting him a sympathetic glance as she tried to ease the tension.

"Anyway," John said finally, breaking the silence, "Let's not dwell on the past. We're here to have a good time, right?"

Rooster nodded in agreement, grateful for the change of subject. "Yeah, you're right," he replied with a forced smile, "Let's just enjoy the evening."

“But anyway,Brad,” John begins “Your ma,is she still around? And if so…is she single?”

Beatrice could barely stop her gasp or the blur that was her husband when he launched himself towards John “Roos!!”

#im happy yall are still here #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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backgroundcharacterno15 · 24 days

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how would your favorite ace attorney characters react to being in the tokyo ghoul universe? would they be pro-ccg or pro-ghoul and/or how would they react if they were in kaneki's situation and became a half ghoul?

OOOOOO THIS IS A GOOD ONE

(Lowkey been considering an au with the opposite but with no clue how to start it)

Apollo: Oh this boy is most certainly pro CCG but in the Hirako type way. Poor guy gets thrown head first into a world where there are humanoid creatures that eat people and immediately goes "oh shit.... does this mean I don't have to go to work?". You'd think he'd be much more panicked but he fits in here bc shit's already crazy enough. No one really cares about him screaming in the corner and at least now the edge lord is actually supposed to whip out a damn sword in the middle of a professional setting.

So he wakes up one day and oh no half ghoul!!!! Honesly with how convoluted his backstory is and how many parents he has I wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be a natural half ghoul lol. I feel like he'd wrestle with the eating people thing for a decent while but he'd probably adjust a lot quicker than Kaneki did. He starts threatening to eat the brb witnesses if they fuck around and the judge isn't gonna do shit bc why would he???

Ema: Our favourite woman in STEM!!!!! She'd probably join the CCG specifically so she can experiment on ghouls (me too girlie dw). Feel like she'd sooner or later get sick to death of the CCG attitudes and volunteer to help ghouls with things like healthcare out of spite and yknow what good for her.

If she ended up in Kaneki's situation she'd probably be more angry about not being able to eat snackoos any more but the fact that she now has a kagune she can experiment on. Unlike Polly who's being tugged along for the ride along the story, Ema is intentionally sitting her ass in the corner and having a good ass time with her new kagune and coffee addiction.

Tysm for this I appreciate that you don't know ace attorney so you submitting these things really warms my heart sm. I love you for this oomfie ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

As always feel free to send more :3

#tokyo ghoul #ace attorney #ema skye #apollo justice #Fern's dumb hcs

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javierpena-inatacvest · 6 months

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HELLO YOU KNOW I’M GONNA NEED A SNIPPET/DESCRIPTION OF “Tired from Forever and Always”

I NEED DAD!JAVI LIKE I NEED AIR, YOUR HONOR

🧎🏻

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE 🤷🏼‍♀️

“It didn’t feel like it today. God, they were so tough today and it was exhausting, I yelled at them today for running in the kitchen and I felt so bad, I just- fuck- being a mom is so hard, Jav. I love it, I do, I love those girls so much, but today I felt like I was running for worst parent of the year award. And now I can’t even pull it together enough for our date that we’ve both been looking forward to. I’m so sorry, Javi.”

“Osita, you are not ruining anything. Baby, if I get to spend time with you, I’m happy. I don’t care where we go or what we do, if I’m with you, it doesn’t matter. So, that being said,” he paused, tilting your head up towards him, gently wiping away your tears with his thumb, “we’re gonna go home, pick up pizza, open a bottle of wine, sit and soak in the tub for as long as you want to, and then I’m gonna make sweet, sweet love to my beautiful, amazing wife until she knows just how much I love and appreciate everything she does for our family. Okay?” You let out a little huff of laughter, a small smile finally appearing in the corners of your lips as you helped to wipe your tears away.

Are you sure? You planned dinner reservations and I-”

“I’ve never been so sure. I love you, Osita. You are everything to me, and I promise I will spend the rest of my life trying to make sure you remember it.”

OKAY BRB WHILE I GO SCREAM INTO MY PILLOW AND THROW UP 😭😭😭😩😩😩🫠🫠🫠

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onlyswan · 1 month

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rather than warmth exactly, you kinda remind me of the coolness of wearing fresh clothes, the coolness from sitting in the shelf/wardrobe

and the coolness of getting into your bed, the blanket and pillow being chill and you do the happy feet wiggles

😭😭😭 this is the cutest sweetest thing ever said about me i will go cry in a corner now brb !!!! i freaking love you

#art’s post office ☁️#minusback <3

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marcodestroya · 2 years

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Every time I rewatch the scene with Billy and his father, it absolutely baffles me that some people will not empathize the slightest with him like. Considering he’s lived like this for the majority of his life, how do you expect him to behave, this is all he knows. He deserved so much better, gonna go sit in a corner and cry now brb

#stranger things #billy hargrove

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forsty · 2 years

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Yk what you should do? Two fanarts... side by side... comparison style... one of Mav holding baby Bradley... the other of Mav holding Rooster like he held Goose*...

Okay I’ll go sit in the corner now brb

(*Rooster’s alive and gonna be fine ofc)

THAT'S A GOOD IDEA!!!

I already had plans to draw Mav holding the goose baby, but I CAN DRAW THAT TWICE

#ask #anon #ANON YOU HAVE BIG BRAIN #comparison art of All the the people Mav care about vs. how he lost them #imma come join you in your corner so we can discuss this further like ancient greek philosophers

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3llisarts · 4 months

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Whats at your Oc's core?

Once again I was tagged by the lovely @noodlecupcakes !! < 3 And with that I tag @disney-dreams-25

You can find the quiz here!! https://uquiz.com/quiz/qjxGLU/once-youre-stripped-clean-whats-at-your-core

Matteo Rossi - Flightless Bird

"the thought of your found family is what motivates you in your own little world. you touch the clouds, and the soil gives way under your footprints... this is utopia. if you were to erase one thing, it would be your memory. experience is important, but ignorance is bliss. identity, in heaven, should give way to happiness. you'd give anything just to sit by the swings and eat ice cream, but this isn't that kind of world. you have to get up and wash the dirt off of your scraped knees. i think you have an escapism problem."

Rhys Thompson - Acerbic Wit

"you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you."

Orion Barys - Silent Admission

"in tarot, the fool is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potential. as the protagonist, he is ever present and therefore needs no number as well as no introduction. the world revolves around you in ways that i can't begin to describe, though you'd shrug it off if i were to begin to explain. i need you to know that time is running out. if you want to get this done, you need to start now. sloth is your greatest enemy in this world, and you can only run so far from the opposition when you start with such a disadvantage. keep your head high, yeah? the kid you were is still in there somewhere. you need to show him that it was worth it."

brb while i go bawl in the corner < 3

#rhys thompson #far cry 5 #transformers bayverse #transformers dark of the moon #holland valley #ferrari movie #Orion Barys #FC5 oc #Transformers oc #Ferrari movie oc #Matteo Rossi

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oym-a-wii-deleted-you-au · 4 months

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To will...It's an important question for the future of science...

According to all the time you've spent with sam...is...she...a...CAT IN HUMANS BODY?

(Ask this very quietly to him but sam being nearby not hearing it)

[Doing text for this rn since I got yet another round of exams]

*Julianne snaps her neck to your direction.*

💫: “I heard that.“

*Rudolph blinks at Jul, then at you, then shrugs.*

⚡️: “You heard her. But, to answer your question: Well, not quite…”

💫, popping up next to RF: “It’s the opposite, actually.”

⚡️: *elbow shoves her* “HEY!”

💫: “Whaaatt??? IT’S LITERALLY THE TRUTH-”

[Flashback to the previous ask]

💫: “Rudolph GET TF OUT OF HERE- [Asker’s preferred name/probouns] DIDN’T ASK YOU THE QUESTION.”

⚡️: *Screeches like a cat-*

[End of Flashback]

💫: *Raising eyebrow* “Well?”

⚡️, groaning: “Ugh, fiiiine, you got me. But you aren’t better. What about the time you dropped Dan’s cup because you couldn’t control your impulse?”

[Beginning of flashback]

📯 (OyM!Dan): “Dude I’m going to get milk, brb.” *Dan leaves*

*Julianne stares at Dan’s cup at the corner of the kitchen counter.*

🔌 (Renn / OyM!Jane): “Hey Jul, something’s wrong?”

*Julianne walks over to the cup.*

🔌: “…Julianne… what are you doing?”

*Jul sits besides the kitchen counter such that her head is popping out. Her eyes are wide like a cat in wonder.*

⚡️, realising what she’s about to do: “..Julianne NO-”

*Julianne pushes the cup from the counter, causing it to fall and break on impact, spilling everything all over.*

[Abrupt cut of flashback]

💫, slapping her hands over Rudolph’s mouth: “I TOLD YOU TO NOT SPEAK OF THAT INCIDENT!”

⚡️, muffled: “MMPHH!!—” *they swat her hands away from their mouth* “—I JUST REMEMBERED IT! WHAT DID YOU EXPECT ME TO SAY???”

💫, genuinely scared: “Yea, just anything but THAT!”

⚡️: . . .

💫: . . .

⚡️: “Look, I’m sorry—“

💫, sighing: “No, you’re fine. You were right.” *She shys a bit, blushing before looking towards direction of asker.* “But yes, I do act up too sometimes. I lied, I know” *she chuckles, lightening up a bit and rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment.*

💫, turning towards Rudolph, teary-eyed: “Just- please do not bring that up next time…”

⚡️: “Yea.. I’ll make sure…”

*Rudolph pulls Julianne for a hug.*

⚡️: “Alright, now let’s not cry anymore, we got a show in 3 hours. Everyone would get worried if they see you like this.”

💫, a bit dejected: “Y-yea, you’re right.. let me just wipe my face—” *She pulls herself off of RF.*

⚡️, pulling her back in and hugging her tighter: “I’m just kidding! You have every right to cry and let it out.”

⚡️, pulling her head up: “Please smile more though, you look adorable when you smile.” *They pull at Jul’s cheeks affectionately, giggling.*

💫: “Ah, alright you big flirt! You really got no better work to do than to flatter people.” *She giggles, lightly slapping RF’s hands off her face.*

⚡️, flicking her head: “Heh, get used to it. Otherwise you’d die on the spot when Ashley does the same thing with you,” *They wiggles their eyebrows in mischief.*

💫: “Heyyy, you know that’s not true. She doesn’t like me.”

⚡️: “Ah, don’t put yourself down like that,” *He rolls his eyes.* She likes you, girl. She always keeps talking about you since the day we met at Christmas, and she gets flustered whenever you join in, and I’m not lying,” *He says, putting his hands up and crossing his fingers as if to swear on his heart.*

⚡️: “Now lighten up, bestie! We got a show, and we need our best songwriter to shake the stage!” *He exclaims in excitement, playfully nudging the songwriter, smiling.*

💫, nudging back: “Jeez, alright alright, I will!” *she shoves em playfully towards the front.* “Flatterer.”

⚡️: “I know I am,” *they bend down to faux-gentleman’s hat-tip, before shrugging casually.* “Well, not as much as Ashley, though. You usually have a stroke with her just complimenting you every morning,” *he adds, grinning like a Cheshire Cat on extra drugs.*

💫, bewildered before throwing her mic at em: “You fucking ass!”

*She yells, picking her microphone and making a run for RF, the latter cackling while being chased by Julianne.*

X—————X—————X—————X—————X

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ho my gooood I just had the strangest dream about me and amber rose???? its kinda nsfw and weird as fuck so ima put that shit under the cut.

I was walking down the beach getting my daily 30 minutes of vitamin whatever. ( I read somewhere sun in a small way cures depression, but I’m good. I’ll stick to staying indoors.) I saw Amber Rose’s fine ass laying out, tanning I guess. Don’t know why I thought I was worthy to speak directly to her, or what sort of drugs I was on to have enough confidence to approach her. I was all casusl, talking to her as if she were any other woman. I said hi and asked if I could take a moment to rest. She smiled and gestured for me to sit. So I sat and we started talking. What we were talking about is s blur now, but I remember we were def hitting it off. Next thing I know I’m at this party with her. It was really chill, a room full of people lounging around. There was lofi hip hop playing and the room was dimly lit, yet somehow she was still glowing. Godbless. We were sitting on the floor, our backs against the wall just talking and having a good time because there are no bad times when you are chilling with Amber Rose (imhtgto that’s in my honest to go thot opinion)

Heres where things get sexy(?) At this point we strong flirting and my Gods she’s feeling me. Cookie you suave ass motherfucker somehow just casually seduced Amber Rose. She put a hand on my thigh and I was like 👌👏👍👆. The music was kinda lound (which baffleds me, I feel like a party this chill would have the music just loud enough so people would be able to talk comfortably over it but what does my hermit ass know about parties) so er had to lean in close to talk to each other. Before I knew it we were laying on the floor in a corner in a room full of people who didn’t even seem to notice us. She was faced away from me and I was Kissing her neck and had a hand loosely gripping her thigh. Don’t ask me where my other hand was. It was probably clipping through the floor. She took the hand that was not clipping through the floor and moved it some place I am too ashamed to admit. You do the simple addition. I’ll wait.

Ok, with math out of the way I take you to the wildest most bizzare revelation dream Cookie had made to date. This is where shit gets weird. You’ve be warned. She turns to face me and says some wild shit along the lines of how she feels so close to me and that she wants to share something about herself that she’s told no one. And im like OK, what is it. She started telling me how kind and opened minded I was to stall for the courage build up, and somehow I reminded calm through all of it. The she straight up Showed me. Right before MY eyes she revealed her true form. She turned into a big lizard. She was like “so what do you think?” I didn’t know what to say. I was speechless, so I started intensely petting her rough lizard skin, a real shock in contracts after having run my fingers against her soft radiant human skins earlier. She wanted me to **** her in her lizard form and I was like. Alright, I’m a decent human she just revealed some deep shit to me. I think I can handle it. I couldn’t. I tried for her tho, I really tried. So I came up with some wild excuse and told her I had to go soon. Then I JETTED. Some kinda time and location switch, I’m at my aunts house watching and there’s a knock on the door. Guess who it is. Big ol Lizard Rose. My aunt let’s her in and we chill, watch some Amazing World of Gumball. The she insinuates she wants to make out and I’m like……why this WhyTHIS so I tell her brb with no intentions of being right back, or being back at all. So I go home (which is next door by the way) and hide out in my room for a while. After what felt like hours, I somehow managed to forget about Amber ever showing up and as in walking across the yard to get to my aunts house I see cages build out of wood and some sturdy ass screen all over the yard. Slight confused and not worried at all. I make it to my aunts and we are just chatting for a bit then she tells me she “took care of it” and I’m like what¿ Apparently she had built this mini tunnel like box and put Amber Rose, the lizard Queen inside of it? There was no door or windows which lead me yo believe that my precious Aunt murdered Amber Rose for me cos she sensed some clingy bs that I couldnt handle. The end

posted 5 years ago on July 3, 2017

#i dream of teddie

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hejdetermig · 1 year

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Flew to my parents’ house for Christmas last week, had an 8 hour layover, got about 4-5 hours of sleep every night while visiting, flew home from my parents’ house today, had a 12 hour layover, finally boarded the plane, technical issue on plane we sit there for an hour waiting to take off, finally take off, land in oklahoma omg what is this it SNOWED???, sit in my freezing ass car waiting for it to heat up, drive home ready to throw my suitcase in a corner and collapse in bed, unlock front door oh wow my kitchen is FLOODED THE KIRCHEN SINK PIPE BURST WATER IS GUSHING WVERYWHERE, i very nearly freak the fuck out but just barely willed myself to take a few deep breaths and just figure out one step at a time, I’ve never had to handle this type of thing before so I google how to turn off water, can’t find it my hands are wet now and it’s below freezing outside so o go completely numb while searching the outside of the house for the water meter, call my dad, turns out I woke him up I feel kinda bad but this is an emergency, he is sort of half asleep but tells me the water meter is by the curb maybe but I need a special key to open it so only the city workers can open it, i say brb and grab my tool box and run outside, stick the end of a socket wrench in that bad boy and bust it open, find the switch and thrn it off, clean up all the water, and just now two hours after i got home am I going to bed. WHAT THE FUCKKKK IS THISSS am I cursed or something was is this freaky Friday ass bullshit my fortune cookie from Panda Express today said the land if rest and relaxation is in my future well she fucking lied

#I’m low key proud of myself tho #I think I was pretty level headed for being slee deprived and overly emotional as a result plus being stuck at the airport all day long

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bratshaws · 2 months

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through the hourglass 371. brb x oc

a/n: thank you for staying <3 (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: kinda suggestive,nothing more

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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6 hours before the ceremony.

He blinked and it was Saturday morning/afternoon…lunchtime. He knew the time was of the essence right now but he was…okay. Rooster hums, leaning on his elbows as he finishes the home workout - he didn’t felt like going to the gym, happens to the best of us - as he sits in the guest room down the hall.

It was unofficially the home gym, even if they just had a few weights there and some of Beatrice’s yoga supplies. He wipes his forehead, sweat clinging to his skin as he heaves to regain his breathing. He hears her footsteps approaching and looks up just in time to see Bea’s head poking inside, “Hey!” she coos, “Done with the workout?”

He laughs tiredly, but nods, “I am.” he rolls his shoulders a bit, then pulls his sticky tank top off his body, balling it up and tossing to the laundry bin they added in the corner. Sweat trickled down his neck to his pecs, then to his defined abdomen, the bumps making the little drop move as if it was on a roller coaster ride…and Beatrice admired it from the door.

She smiles however, leaning her temple against the doorframe, “I didn’t want to bother you, but you’ve been here for a while.”

“I have?’

“Mhm, one hour and a half to be exact.” she smiles, “The kids already had their breakfast and are watching tv now…well, Nikki is, the twins are just chilling close by.” she says, walking closer to him - her feet bare - before she kneels by his side, swiping a sweat strand of golden brown off his forehead, “...you alright?”

As Beatrice knelt by Rooster's side, concern etched into her features, Rooster couldn't help but feel a rush of gratitude for her presence. He reached out to gently caress her cheek, his touch soft and reassuring.

"I'm okay, Bea. Just needed to blow off some steam before the big day."

Beatrice smiled, her eyes softening as she runs her fingers down his hair, the gentle shudder from his shoulders wasn’t missed by those big green eyes of hers "I get it," she replied, her voice warm as she leaned into his touch. "But don't overdo it, okay? We need you in one piece for the ceremony."

Rooster chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "I'll do my best," he promised, "But no guarantees. “

“...still nervous?”

He laughs softly, “Am I that easy to read?”

“Considering we’ve been together…four years, almost five? Yeah,honey, you are.” she settles down next to him, not even caring if he was sweaty - he even complained about not wanting to ick her out but she just ignored him, “You’ll do fine.”

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

“Well,it is something important–”

“I know,I mean,” he sighs through his nose, “I’ve been through promotions before, why am I so anxious for this one?”

She blinked at him, then pursed her lips, “...maybe because it’s been a while?”

"I think you're just putting a lot of pressure on yourself," Beatrice said gently, "But you've worked hard for this, Roos. You deserve to be proud of yourself."

Rooster nodded, his expression thoughtful as he considered her words. "You're right," he admitted, “I’ll be fine."

Beatrice smiled, reaching out to take his hand in hers. "Exactly," she agreed, her thumb gently tracing circles on his palm. "You've got this, Roos…I also think its because you don’t have any more patience for stuff like this.”

He snorts, then rolls his eyes, “You’d be right.”

“Even if its your own promotion.”

Rooster chuckled at Beatrice's observation, shaking his head in amusement. "I guess I'm just ready to move on to the next chapter," he admitted, "But I'll try to enjoy the moment."

“By not making the older admirals fall asleep.”

He sputtered a laugh, “Okay,listen,when I mean old, i mean old. Mav and Cyclone are like babies compared to them.”

Beatrice’s eyes widened, “...did you just call Mav old?”

“He’d never admit it, I swear Mav has the stamina of a fifteen year old boy.” he mutters, smirking softly, “He said he’ll go with us,by the way.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…” he purses his lips, “I mean,I asked him, you know, if he wanted a ride. Penny is going with Shells and you know, I think we’ll have space in the car.” he shrugs, “He’d also love to be close to his great-grandkids too.”

Beatrice’s smile only softened even more as he spoke. Of course he wanted Mav close, he was his uncle, but this was adorable. It’d be important to Rooster to know Mav would stay there. She knew there was this fear of…looking over and seeing that Cpt.Mitchell was gone - which would never happen,Mav would never leave.

As much as he was happy for their family’s presence, which he was, loudly so, the family wouldn’t be complete without Mav. “Roos.” she whispers, “I don’t mind, you know I don’t mind if Mav catches a ride with us.”

Rooster's eyes softened at Beatrice's words, a sense of warmth spreading through him at her understanding and support. "Thanks, Bea," he murmured, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "I really appreciate that. I'm glad you're okay with it," Rooster said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "Having Mav there will mean the world to me."

Beatrice reached out to cup Rooster's cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. "I know," she whispered, her eyes shining with love. "And I wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, I love Mav. He’s like…the uncle that’s not from my fam– oh.”

“What?”

“...Oh I…uh…well.” she clears her throat, “So,um…is it possible for my parents to come to the ceremony?”

Rooster's eyes widened in surprise at Beatrice's question, his mind racing with thoughts. He hadn't expected her to bring up her parents attending the ceremony, but the idea brought a smile to his face. "Of course they can come," Rooster replied, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "I'd be honored to have them there. They're a part of our family too, and it wouldn't be the same without them."

Beatrice's face lit up with joy at Rooster's response, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you, Roos," she said, her voice soft with emotion. "That means the world to me. I know my parents would be thrilled to be there." she pauses, “Also…um…someone sent them an invitation.”

“Someone?”

“...I think it was Mav.”

Rooster blinked, “Really?”

“Yeah,Roos…you sure it’s okay?”

Rooster's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Beatrice's revelation. "Mav sent them an invitation?" he repeated, his mind racing to process the information. It wasn't like Mav to take such initiative, especially with something like this. But the idea of Mav wanting Beatrice's parents to attend the ceremony brought a sense of warmth to Rooster's heart.

"Yeah," Beatrice confirmed with a nod, "My parents told me he said he wanted them to be there to support you." she pauses, “Which is funny because when I asked them before they didn’t wanted to be a burden…”

Rooster couldn't help but smile at Mav's gesture, touched by his uncle's thoughtfulness. "That's... really kind of him," Rooster said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I'll have to thank him later."

Beatrice smiled back at Rooster, her eyes shimmering with affection. "He really cares about you, you know?" she said softly, “And while I am…surprised,I’m not disappointed. I think it’d be good…at least it’ll be only them.” she pauses, “....can you imagine if Michael was there?”

“...well…”

They pause together.

“Maybe not,I mean,even so it wouldn’t be bad.” he says and she gives him an incredulous look, “Mike isn’t that bad.”

Beatrice couldn't help but roll her eyes at Rooster's defense of Michael, but she couldn't deny that having her parents at the ceremony would be a special moment. "Yeah, maybe not," she conceded with a small smile. "But let's focus on the positive. Having my parents there will be wonderful."

Rooster nodded in agreement, his smile widening "Definitely," he agreed, "It'll be nice to have the whole family together to celebrate. Most of them at least."

“Yeah…” she sighs, “...it’ll be okay,I don’t think my parents had ever been part of anything from the military, good on you for being their favorite son-in-law.”

“...wait,really?”

“I mean,if you ask, they’d never say that.” she smiles, “But you are their favorite,Roos.”

Rooster's heart swelled with warmth at Beatrice's words,"I'm honored," he said sincerely, his voice soft with emotion. "Your parents mean the world to me, and I'll do everything I can to make sure they feel welcomed and appreciated."

Beatrice smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "I know you will, Roos," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "You've always been so good with them, and they adore you."

Rooster's smile widened at Beatrice's praise, feeling a sense of validation wash over him. He even blushed, a tiny bit, because,well,he knew they did care about him a lot. Both of them and,well, maybe it also helped that Beatrice was the baby of their family and she found him, who was an only child…he liked to think it all worked together because it had to.

“Yeah…” he smiles, “I adore them too.” She smiles, shuffling closer to him to press her cheek to his shoulder, “Babe,I’m sweaty.”

“I don’t care LC.” she giggles, hugging his arm, closing her eyes, “I’m just enjoying you right now.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm.’ she giggles, “I just am very proud of you.”

"I'm proud of you too, gorgeous," Rooster murmured, his voice soft with emotion. "You're my rock, my guiding light. I wouldn't be where I am today without you."

Beatrice smiled, her eyes shining with love as she gazed up at Rooster. "You're too sweet," she replied, her voice filled with affection. "But really, you deserve all the success and happiness in the world. You've worked so hard to get to where you are, and I couldn't be prouder of you."

“...being bashful?”

“Always.”

He chuckles, cupping her cheek, “I’m serious.” he says softly, “You know I loved you before when you were still working on yourself and,I know,I know it’s a process and it never ends but…I’m just happy to see you like this. You are just doing great too.”

Beatrice’s eyes shine with tears, “...Roos,today is your day, You can’t keep complimenting me like that.” she sniffles with a smile, “You are impossible.”

Rooster couldn't help but chuckle at Beatrice's response, "I can't help it," he said, his voice filled with affection. "You're just too amazing not to compliment."

Beatrice rolled her eyes playfully, her cheeks flushing pink at Rooster's words. "Well, you're not so bad yourself," she teased, her smile radiant as she leaned into his touch. "I guess we make a pretty great team, huh?"

Rooster grinned, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from Beatrice's face. "The best team," he agreed, his voice filled with certainty. "I couldn't imagine navigating this crazy journey called life without you by my side."

“And it’s been insane.”

“Very.’

“You’d think married life would be boring.” she says, “I don’t know who those boring married people are, but it’s definitely not us.”

“True,true.” he smirks, “It’s not too shabby,right?”

Beatrice's smile softened, her heart fluttering at Rooster's words. "Nope, not at all Lt.Commander." she replied softly, her eyes locking with his. “I wouldn't want it any other way."

Rooster's smile widened at Beatrice's words, feeling a surge of warmth wash over him. He knew he was the luckiest man alive to have Beatrice in his life, and he never took that for granted. She was his everything, and he would do anything to make her happy.

Anything.

“I should probably shower.” he whispers, lowering his brown eyes to her shiny lips, “...unless…?”

“Unless?”

“...unless…someone tells me I should stay for…you know…things.” she flicks her eyebrow up, “Things that…involve less clothing.”

She smiles more, then slowly stands to her feet, “Later,LC.” she coos, “Be patient.” she smiles at his look, seeing how his tongue poked the inside of his lip as he laughs in disbelief, “I’ll make it worth your while. I promise. Only the best for the newest LC around.”

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okie i need to talk about my dream kitchen

genuine since i-could-stand cook. professionally done prep, line, baking, and even a teeny bit of recipe development, i have a lot to say

i need my kitchen to be a place where i get to talk to people as i cook, and those people are not cooking. not like open concept, i would want a separate living and dining room, but like if there was a party happening....... id want to be able to pull aside my besties..... wait idk maybe i do want open concept.

fuck. okay. idk how much of an audience i want as i cook but i know i want at least a close friend or two to be able to sit around and chat as im finishing off a meal for us.

idk why but i dont love breakfast bars? the stools are always a lil too high&swiveling to get into smoothly, and im a tall person who loves a spinny chair so it's weird that that bugs me. but i like a breakfast nook!! our kitchen growing up had a mid hight half moon table up against the wall opposite the main counter space, and since it was a small room and just about the same hight, that table was basically a big prep counter.

i cant live without a dishwasher. not worth elaborating.

spice rack should be visible!! it should be one row!! it should be massive!!! i want just like one wall to be covered in rows of 2in deep wooden shelves with a 1cm rounded lip to keep jars/other small things in place while being very visible. each row could be a little but further apart so that some rows are for short bottles and then some are for taller ones like olive oil. this would also be more visually fun than keeping the distance the same, and i naturally order my bottles by size anyways. size/type of bottles but also with regards to type of flavor! i keep all my warm spices in one clump, which is next to the spicy spice clump, leading into the earthy spice clump, and then the herbs. vanilla goes by the warm spices, olive oil and s&p are at the far right end after the herbs, and all my spice blends & wildcard types (msg &lemon pepper) are on the top shelf.

trash and recycling belong under the sink, in one of those smooth fancy pull out cabinets. for compost, (which, i dont compost currently but this is ny dream kitchen, i dream what i want) a large clear container on the counter so that i am more likely to empty it in my immediate cooking clean up. something sturdy& easy to clean but still pretty enough to leave out on the counter.

BIG WINDOWS. why would i want to look at a wall when i could look outside? put a window in the sightline of main work area.

i think for overall layout, having a big central island with a stove and sink might be what works best for me. not huge! wait lemme add a visual.

cause honestly? if we're talking dream dream kitchen, its gunna have to be round. and if i said fuck it, no one can talk to me while im cooking, it would be a rounded triangle. i need to be able to get to everything quickly and see where everything is. baristas especially know that you want to set everything in a triangle cause then!! because then!!!!!! no matter where you are, the place you need to go to next, is right next to you. this is beautiful to me. and it should be slightly rounded because geometry/physics/bubbles has proven that a circle/sphere is the most efficient route around something, and being a line cook with adhd has means that i will basically drift race my way around a kitchen. i need my ideal routes!!! and i need to have sharp corners eliminated because i will run into them and i am tired of having bruises on my hips!!!

i know! i know! rounded room means rounded appliances, which don't exist. but my dream kitchen will not be limited by your farmhouse sink.

i'm not sure what kinda counter i'd want. i have a soft spot for granite, and it is heat safe, but my brain now links a nice stainless steel surface to the kitchen so hard that i think it'd feel odd at this point not to work with that as my backdrop.

gunna look at slabs now, brb!

she's so sexy but she's so sexy it's distracting. great for the bathroom right off the kitchen, not for a counter where i need to focus on the knife in my hand.

god i love tigers eye so much. again, its far too interesting for a work surface but i love how it feels like an aquarium?? and the way tigers eye glows, especially when you have blue and gold together like this, it feels like more of a window than a wall.

yeah the stainless is calling to me... i wish i could have a wood counter but i need her to be heat-safe and meat-safe.

hanging pots n pans rack i think. ideally i would have pot and pans that are so stunning (and have removable handles i guess?) that they can double as serving dishes too. there's these like camping kinda pans i think that have handles that clamp onto the main bit of the pan. i just really want some nicely shaped carbon steel cookware, and also a good dutch oven with a sweet design.

brooke sheilds has a little shelf above her stove, right below the range, stealing that idea which isnt even originally hers anyway. i used to have a stove that had a more flat wide top bump bit and we used that as a little salt pepper and oil shelf, its very handy.

idk maybe im just really missing the house i grew up in.

#bx #food mention #long post #sorry for girlblogging but i need to record and ruminate on these thoughts #i'll be updating as i think of more or change my mind on things #kitchen

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