i like you | rooster bradshaw x oc
Rating: Teen and up
Word count: 600+
Warning(s): Kissing (?), spoiler for TG: Maverick (if you squint)
Summary: Rooster and Kennedy lay all their cards on the table.
A/N: This was written because I was trying to pass the time before it was acceptable to go to bed. Thank you to @anna-phora, who gave me the prompt: Kennedy and Rooster admitting their feelings. Enjoy, my friend. (and enjoy this repurposed gif from Kennedy's intro gifset)
“I remember you from my first night, you know.”
Kennedy looked up from her whiskey and met his eyes. Her eyes narrowed at him, unsure if they were thinking of the same night. “You do?”
He hummed, taking a sip of his beer. “You were heading out when I walked in.”
“Strutted in, you mean.”
Rooster’s mouth turned up in a crooked half-smile, and he looked at her like he saw her soul and never wanted to look at anything else again. Kennedy felt naked under the intensity of his gaze, and she had to turn her eyes away in an effort to fight the blood rushing to her cheeks.
“You saw me, too.”
Kennedy scoffed. “No,” she told him half-heartedly. “You strut everywhere.”
“Hm?” She swirled the whiskey in her glass, watched the amber liquid wet the sides, and heard the ice spin. She felt her heart beating in her throat, and the blush she’d been trying to fight back took over and warmed her ears. She knew he was looking at her with those hazel eyes that made it hard to concentrate on anything else.
“Kennedy, look at me.”
“What?” She snapped, meeting those stupid eyes of his. While she’d been staring at her drink, he had gotten off his bar stool. He stood right next to her, his warmth all-encompassing and the scent of his cologne and sweat filling her nostrils. From this close, she could see the specks of green in his eyes, the individual hairs of that ridiculous mustache, and the scars on his chin and jawline. “What?” She whispered as he leaned forward and down towards her so they were face to face.
“I saw you,” he whispered back, their breaths mingling. “And I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.”
She nodded, her breath caught in her throat. “You say that to all the girls, Lieutenant?”
A brief chuckle escaped him, his eyes glancing down at her mouth. “No, Lieutenant. Just you.”
Without another second of hesitation, their lips crashed together. Kennedy easily stood from her stool and met him in a blazing heat of heavy breaths and exploring hands. The world stood still and spun at the speed of light simultaneously, and he felt like magic.
Kennedy could have carried on like this with him for an eternity and never grow tired of it, which scared her enough to pull away. “Stop,” she said, breathless.
“What, did I hurt you?”
She chuckled at the concern in his voice. “No, but…” she trailed off.
He leaned back, his brows drawn together in confusion. “But what?”
Kennedy let her arms fall back at her side, took a small step away from him, and groaned loudly. “I like you, Rooster. A lot,” she concluded, but she didn’t like the smile forming on his face again. “Don’t look at me like that, okay? I know I sound like I’m fourteen.”
He just grinned. “You’re in luck, Quinn,” he said slowly, stepping back into her personal space. “I like you, too.”
“I’m serious, Bradley,” she told him, voice shaking. “You could get killed on this mission, and even if you don’t, you’re going back to Virginia, and I’ll be here. I’m not following you out there.”
Somewhere over the course of her speech, Rooster had frozen in front of her. She didn’t want to look up at him again and find his features distorted and confused, but she braved it. She hadn’t expected to find his head slightly tilted, looking at her like she’d hung the moon.
She raised a brow at him with a hesitant smile. “What?”
He shook his head a little. “Nothing,” he mumbled, taking her face between his large hands and bringing their lips together again. “You don’t have to follow me anywhere. I’ll follow you.”
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Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: Inquisition
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: The Iron Bull/Cullen Rutherford, The Iron Bull & Cullen Rutherford, Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi & The Iron Bull
Characters: The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Cullen Rutherford, Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi, Leliana (Dragon Age)
Additional Tags: Modern Thedas, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Since his arrival at Haven, Bull has had little to worry about aside from deciding how he gets his coffee from the handsome barista who works at the Herald’s Rest. But after a particularly nasty hunt which results on him coming face to face with a werewolf, Bull will have to decide if his reaction to the beast is purely survival driven, or if he truly has found something familiar deep in those haunting golden eyes.
@redxluna I told you I would somehow some day manage to get it done 🧡
Infinite kudos to @sic-sempervirens and @gangsterbee for cheering me on!
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aight bet. which star trek characters are datable
This is in no order, but here are the star trek characters I would date:
Q. Omnipotence is hot. Every star trek personality quiz I've ever taken has said that I'm most like Picard, so I have reason to believe I'm Q's type. Mortality stresses me and I won't have enough time in my life to read every book I want to read, so a partner who could maybe extend my life would be beneficial.
I don't know if I'm attracted to Riker or if I have daddy issues and general trauma. Like, do I think I want to date someone taller than me because I actually do or because I'm the only tall person in a family of short people and was relentlessly mocked by my family? My girlfriend is shorter than me, so it's clearly not a deal breaker. If I were on the Enterprise and he asked me out I would say yes.
Harry Kim. I think we'd get along very well. I can't think of specific instances in which we'd get along but I do think it's true.
Deanna Troi. I think she's probably the most like my girlfriend, and I think she would like me. My girlfriend has said that I have starfleet himbo energy, so I would be at least a bit her type? And I can make really good chocolate cake.
Julian Bashir. We could bond over childhood trauma and love of mystery novels. I haven't seen much of Deep Space 9, so I have less to go off of here, but also, I really like his accent.
And last but not least, and most realistically, Scotty. He drinks his respect women juice and could fix my car. I could make him a nice dinner. I also want to start making my own wine and mead and I think he'd be in support of that.
There are more datable people, but I guess these are my top six?
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington
Chapter 17: there aren’t any grownups (part II) is up!
Harrington gives him a bleary hateful look, eyes red-rimmed, miserably slitted against the light.
Fascinated, Billy hands him the cigarette back, watching as Harrington takes a long draw and exhales, the wince melting off his face, replaced by something Billy’s coming to recognize as the wary welcoming of being made fun of. “I think maybe I’m…coming down,” he says.
Billy indulges him. “From being hit by a bus?”
Daily excerpt from today’s writing (The Ice Plague #3, Chapter 1):
As though his worries had woken something in Eran, shadowed amber eyes met his. ‘I’m sorry, Mosk. I’m just so tired.’
‘I know,’ Mosk said quickly. ‘You don’t have to be sorry.’
Eran’s eyes moved slowly to the ice and he sighed. ‘It never moves, does it?’
‘No. I’d tell you if it did. I promise.’
Eran’s brow furrowed and he turned back to Mosk. ‘You don’t have to promise things like that, Mosk.’
‘Maybe you should make a fire today. The campfire at night isn’t enough, is it?’
Mosk hated hearing that agitated quality in his voice. He hated it. He hated that he couldn’t just let Eran be.
‘I’ll stop,’ Mosk said in a rush. ‘I’m stopping. You let me stay upset for ages.’