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bratshaws · 4 months

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through the hourglass 328. brb x oc

a/n: ayo...yall ready for smut??? (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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

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Nicole’s laughter was so loud that it surpassed whatever they were watching on tv right now, well,no one was watching, in fact Rooster was too busy lying on the floor, letting his three kids climb on him. Nicole chose to lie stomach down over his chest, Aurora was crawling on the floor by his left arm nibbling his shirt while Gavin just babbled happily as he was plopped on Rooster’s stomach.

The room is filled with the sweet scent of baby powder, and toys are scattered in every direction. Beatrice, standing in the doorway, observes the heartwarming chaos with a smile. Her gaze shifts between her husband and their three little ones,"Looks like Daddy's the new jungle gym," Beatrice teases, crossing her arms as she leans against the doorway.

Rooster grins, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he cranes his neck. "I wouldn't have it any other way. The Bradshaw Jungle Gym is officially open for business. Wanna join?"

Beatrice chuckles, shaking her head. "I'll pass this time. I'll be the official audience for the Bradshaw Circus."

He raises an eyebrow, a playful challenge in his expression. "Are you sure, Bea? I heard the trapeze act is a sight to behold."

Beatrice smirks, feigning contemplation. "Tempting, but I'll save my acrobatics for later. You seem to have your hands – and stomach – full at the moment." she giggles, petting Jolene and Jack as she walks over to the couch, Eleanor is back at the door, sniffing through the crack, “How are you holding up?”

Rooster grins up at her, the joy evident in his eyes. "I'm surviving the invasion of the little rascals. But you know what, Bea? I wouldn't trade this for anything. It's chaos, but it's our chaos."

Beatrice takes a seat on the couch, watching the adorable mayhem unfold. "The best kind. Looks like they've turned Daddy into their personal playground."

Rooster laughs,and Nicole rolls on her stomach so she could look at his face. "Well, I've always been a firm believer in hands-on parenting. Literally."

Nicole, perched on his chest, grins mischievously. "Daddy, tell stowy?"Aurora, still nibbling on Rooster's shirt, babbles in agreement, and Gavin claps his tiny hands, while Rooster blinks, giving Bea a look.

“Oh,you have no idea how her vocabulary grew,Roos,just you wait.”

“I mean,shit,” he chuckles, “I suck at telling stories baby girl.” he tells Nikki who is just staring at him with those big light colored eyes, “Ask mama, she knows I suck a lot.”

“That’s not true.” she adds, then pauses, “Partially,maybe.”

“See?”

Nicole furrows her light brows, “Stowwy!”

Rooster chuckles, surrendering to the adorable demand. "Alright, alright, storytime it is." He shifts a bit on the floor, adjusting himself to a more comfortable position, making sure they don’t topple down when he does so.

"Once upon a time," Rooster begins, his deep voice carrying the words, "there was a brave little princess named Nikki."

Nikki's eyes widen in excitement, Aurora pauses her shirt-nibbling to listen intently, and even Gavin seems to be enraptured by whatever was happening.

"This princess lived in a magical kingdom called…Bradshawville,” Bea sputtered a laugh, then held up a hand when he narrowed his eyes playfully at her “... ruled by the wise King Rooster and Queen Bea. And they had uh…"

Nicole giggles, "Cookies!"

"Exactly!" Rooster continues, "Now, in this kingdom, there was a mischievous dragon named Jack, who loved to steal socks." The poor dog looked up, clearly confused why his name was being said outloud. “And…he had…a sister named Eleanor who…uh… liked…fightning knights.”

"And then, there were two magical knights, Aurora and Gavin and they…” he frowns, “They…” he looks over at Bea for help.”

Beatrice smirks,"Aurora and Gavin were the bravest knights in all the land, armed with their mighty pacifiers and diaper shields. They were on a quest to rescue the stolen socks and bring peace to Bradshawville."

Rooster nods in approval, “Fuck,that’s good. But the mischievous dragon, Jack, was not so easily defeated. He had a secret weapon—a powerful tail wag that could create a sock tornado, making it even more challenging for the knights to retrieve the stolen loot."

Nicole giggles,she and her siblings were completely engrossed in the fantastical world her parents are painting for them. Beatrice was going to stay there and help,but the phone was ringing in the kitchen so she stood up with a gentle ‘be right back’ escaping her lips.

She answers it while keeping an eye on the group in the living room, “Hello?”

“Heeey babes.”

‘Hi,Shells.” she smiles, “How can I help you today?”

Shells' voice comes through the phone, "Just checking in on my favorite bestie. How's life over there?"

Beatrice chuckles, glancing back at the living room where Rooster is weaving an elaborate tale for the kids. "Oh, you know, the usual.Rooster is spending time with the kids and he had a nap too, so…so far so good."

Shells chuckles on the other end of the line. "Sounds like a peaceful day. How's the superhero lieutenant holding up after his adventures?"

Beatrice smiles, "He's doing well. I think he's enjoying the break and the kids are ecstatic to have him back. What about you?"

"Oh, you know,making sure to tire Bob the right way, yknow? He’s still asleep. After a mission like that, my honey bun needed the break.”

"Sounds like a plan. We all need our rest after a mission, even the four-legged warriors. Anything exciting on your end?"

Shells sighs dramatically. "Nah, just the usual chaos at the bar.”

“Is everyone okay, though?"

"Yeah, no harm done. Someone spilled their drinks but we just did a little cleanup and a free round of drinks as an apology. You know how Penny works her magic."

"That I do, you guys don’t need the help? I know it’s my day off but–”

Shells chuckles on the other end of the line. "Bea, it's your day off. Relax, enjoy the time with Rooster and the kids. We've got the bar covered. Plus, Penny is like a wizard. "

"Thanks, Shells. I just can't help but worry sometimes."

"I get it, girl. But seriously, we've got it under control. You've earned your break."

Beatrice glances over at the living room where Rooster is now engaged in an impromptu game of hide-and-seek with Nikki. The laughter of the children mingles with Rooster's good-natured teasing. It warms Beatrice's heart to see her family in such high spirits after so long.

"So, any plans for the evening, Bea?" Shells inquires, breaking through Beatrice's reverie.

Beatrice leans back against the kitchen counter, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Well, Rooster and I were thinking of having a quiet evening together, maybe catch a movie after putting the kids to bed. You know, just unwind."

Shells' voice takes on a teasing tone. "Ah, the classic date night. I love it. What's on the movie menu?"

Beatrice chuckles, "Probably something light, maybe a comedy. We could use a good laugh."

"Solid choice. Laughter is the best stress-buster. And…you know..something else.”

Beatrice’s lips part in surprise and her cheeks burn…Shells is right, she did miss Rooster and…everything that involved him. She peeked back outside and had to hold back the deep sigh so Shells wouldn’t tease her.

He was holding the three babies and his bicep bulged when he did so, with his shirt rising just enough to show his stomach and happy trail. Fuck,he was really hot as a father.

Shells, sensing Beatrice's momentary distraction, chuckles knowingly. "I take it Rooster is looking especially fine today?"

Beatrice can't help but laugh, her cheeks still tinged with a faint blush. "Yeah, he is. It's hard not to…appreciate the view." and his six pack seemed even more defined.

Shells lets out a low whistle. "Well, enjoy the view and the movie night, girl. You two deserve it."

"Thanks, Shells. And thank you for holding down the fort at the bar. I owe you one."

"No worries, Bea. It's what friends are for. Now, go and enjoy your evening. And who knows, maybe you'll get that 'something else' after all."

"Shells, you're incorrigible."

"You love me for it. Now go, before Rooster thinks you've abandoned him for our riveting conversation."

Ending the call with a smile, Beatrice tucks her phone into her pocket. As she walks back into the living room, the playful chaos intensifies. Rooster, still holding the babies, is now the target of Nikki's enthusiastic attempts at hiding.

"Dada, I coming!" Nikki's high-pitched voice rings through the room as she covers her eyes and starts counting.

Beatrice watches the scene unfold with a heart full of warmth. Rooster, fully embracing the role of the playful dad, plays along with Nikki's hide-and-seek game. His laughter blends with Nikki's giggles.

As Nikki finishes counting, Rooster dramatically scans the room, feigning surprise at every potential hiding spot, asking the twins to help as he carried them around. Finally, he spots Nikki's tiny form squeezed behind the living room curtains. He gasps dramatically, "Oh no! Where could Nikki be?"

Nikki bursts into a fit of giggles, unable to contain her excitement. Rooster pretends to search for her, his eyes locking onto the curtain, and he dramatically pulls it back to reveal a beaming Nikki.

"There she is!" Rooster exclaims, scooping her up in his arms. "I got you!!

Beatrice can't help but inhales shakily, god damn it. She tries her best to appear casual, there wasn’t a good time to exude what she really wanted to do right now. He smiles at her and her whole body melts, that smile was her absolute ruin, “It was Shells,” she gestures to the phone, petting Jolene on the way over to the living room, “Just wanted to check on things.”

Rooster grins at Beatrice, still holding Nikki in his arms. "Shells making sure everything is okay?"

Beatrice nods, leaning against a wall. "Yeah, and she also suggested that we deserve a good laugh and...have fun.” she chewed her lower lip, she didn’t know if he noticed but seeing how his eyes dropped…he definitely did.

Rooster raises an eyebrow, his smile turning into a suggestive smirk. "Well, we'll see about that. Won’t we?"

“Good to know,LC.” his sharp inhale was another sign, god she missed him so much “But uh,how is the hiding seek going?”

Rooster chuckles, his eyes still lingering on Beatrice. "Oh, it's going great. Nikki is a master hider. I can't compete with her skills." Nikki, enjoying the attention, proudly puffs out her chest. "You sure are, sweetheart," Rooster praises, setting her down. "Now, let's see if the twins have any hidden talents."

Cue to Aurora to slap his face,much like Nikki did when she was younger, “Ow. Okay, um,strong arm.”

“She got that from you, both of them.” Bea says,meanwhile Gavin is just snuggled to his father’s neck, deciding that now would be a great time for a nap, “Oh,I know, Aurora,Gavin, look!”

Aurora, having inherited her mother's sense of curiosity, perks up at the mention of her name. She blinks her wide, innocent eyes and lets out a baby coo as if responding to the call.

Rooster grins, holding Aurora up in front of him as if presenting her to an imaginary audience. "Behold, the next generation of master hiders! Aurora, the soon to be undisputed champion of hide-and-seek."

Beatrice laughs, thoroughly entertained by the playful scene unfolding. "You're such a dork, you know that?"

"A dork with impeccable taste," Rooster retorts, winking at her. "Now, let's see if Gavin has any tricks up his tiny sleeves."

As Rooster shifts his attention to Gavin, the little one seems to have a different agenda. Nestled against Rooster's neck, Gavin has decided that a nap is far more appealing than hide-and-seek shenanigans. His tiny fingers curl around Rooster's shirt, and his rhythmic breathing suggests that he's entered the realm of baby dreams.

"Well, it seems like Gavin's talent lies in the art of peaceful slumber," Rooster quips, gently rocking the sleeping baby. "I can't blame him; napping is a skill worth mastering."

Beatrice smirks, running her hand on Gavin’s brown hair, it was starting to curl. "Looks like we have a future nap champion on our hands." she giggles, “...well,do you want to keep playing with the kids? They’ll nap soon enough.” and seeing how he immediately hugged them tighter, the answer was yes.

He hadn’t seen them in months after all.

“Just a little bit more.” he smiles, “I can tire them out.” she nods then, stepping back to give them space, but Rooster lowers his head enough to press a kiss to her cheek, “Then I’m all yours,gorgeous.”

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edwardian-girl-next-door · 2 months

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March, from The Procession of Months (c.1889). All poems were written by fifteen-year-old Beatrice Crane and illustrated by her acclaimed artist father, Walter Crane.

via pinterest

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[text ID: "March" by Beatrice and Walter Crane

"The wind is rising high

To drive the mist away,

And herald the approach

Of MARCH, his mistress gay.

She comes with eyes so wild,

Quick rushing o'er the plain

Her flying hair let loose

Not to be bound again.

Her garments tinted green

Flutter all loose and free,

The wind so full of play

Tosses the folds in glee.

As she comes along

With eyes so full of mirth

The crocuses spring up

Like flames from the dark earth.

But now the wind grows still,

She must depart she knows

And, smoothing back her hair,

All quietly she goes." /end ID]

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theothedeathwitch · 2 months

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#march #poetry #beatrice crane #walter crane

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cowboycatd · 1 year

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cowboycatd perchance would you write a totally impromptu idea that I just came up with on my own with absolutely no input from you about dads!bealil and kid libby learning to climb

Wow, how spontaneous! How original!

Marcel’s hands tremble as he tightens the chest straps of the harness. His ears burn under the penetrating gaze of the tall, severe woman standing behind him. She’d walked in just ten minutes ago with another woman, haughtily demanding service. She didn’t even bother to introduce herself or her party; Marcel had to gather that information himself from the waivers. The four-year-old thankfully standing relatively still is called Elizabeth followed by an unnecessary number of names he can’t recall, and her parents who are not still are apparently Lilith and Beatrice.

The instant he finishes with the harness, Lilith swoops in and nearly bats his hands away as she checks for herself the snugness of the fit.

“Are you comfortable, Libby? Is it too tight?” She tugs on each strap, moving from the chest to the waist to the legs.

Libby shakes her head and gives a thumbs up.

Marcel suppresses an annoyed eye roll. Sure, he picked up working at a climbing gym as a summer gig, but he knows how to set up a child’s harness better than this woman who’s clearly here for the first time.

She stands out like a swan among mere mundane ducks. Both she and her wife do. Lilith is dressed to the nines in a turtleneck, slim cropped slacks, and high heeled boots. She looks ready to sit down at a three-star Michelin restaurant or whatever rich people do. Marcel really wouldn’t know. Why she thought wearing an all-black ensemble to a climbing gym of all places is beyond comprehension. Marcel smiles to himself imagining her covered in chalk on her way out. Her wife is barely more casual, donning a soft sweater layered over a button-up.

Lilith finally steps back after fretting over the harness. She pulls at the collar of her turtleneck and directs her piercing glare back at Marcel. Beatrice hands him the small purple helmet he’d gotten out with a smile.

“Okay Libby,” he kneels down and puts on his best cheerful tone. He buckles the helmet under her chin and gives her a pat on the head. “What I’m gonna do next is tie you into this rope and then you can get started climbing!”

“Can I go all the way to the top?” Libby asks with awe while craning her neck up, eyes wide.

“Let’s try one-third first-“ Lilith is interrupted by her wife.

“Yes, Libby, if you want.”

Marcel tries to ignore the parents’ hushed debate about safety and heights as he ties Libby in. He loads his ATC and performs his safety checks.

“All right, whenever you’re ready!”

“Wait!” Lilith nearly shrieks, losing some of her poised demeanor.

Marcel avoids reveling in vindication at this and takes a deep breath. He turns around and plasters on his best customer service smile.

“That knot will hold her if she falls?” Marcel has an image of Lilith stabbing him through the chest with a sword flash in his mind. She looks like the type who fences.

Beatrice loops an arm around Lilith’s and gently pulls her back. “Marcel knows what he’s doing, darling.” She gives Marcel a stare of her own. He shifts his eyes. Lilith clenches her jaw and tilts her chin up at him. “Fine. Go ahead.”

“Dad! Look at me!” Libby shouts as she slowly begins climbing. Dad? She’s clumsy, her tiny hands grasping at the large holds. Even the crimps must be jugs to her.

Lilith gasps when Libby’s foot slips for the first time and she hangs only by her arms. Marcel makes sure to pull out all the slack to nearly the point that he could drag Libby up the wall if he so desired. He swears he can feel Lilith analyzing the tautness of the rope from behind him.

Meanwhile, Libby kicks at the wall once, twice, before her foot miraculously lands on a hold. She giggles as she continues her slow ascent. Her hands reach for a hold here, a hold there, stretching out until she can grab onto something, whether it’s an actual handhold or a foothold. She appears to prefer a three-finger drag and Marcel finds himself envious of her grip strength-to-weight ratio.

Marcel imperceptibly shakes his head and concentrates on giving her the best possible belay, maybe the safest belay anyone has ever given in history, under Lilith’s glare he can still feel boring into his back. He wouldn’t be surprised if Beatrice is doing the same.

“Dad! Dad! Look! Look how high I am!” Libby turns her head and looks down at them.

“Be careful, Libby!” Lilith shouts up, twisting her wedding band around her finger.

“Baba! Look!” Libby shouts again and accidentally knocks her helmet against the wall in her excitement.

“Keep going!” Beatrice says. Dad? Baba? Interesting names. Maybe it’s a British thing.

The quiet argument reignites once Libby is halfway up the wall.

“That’s quite high enough for her. It’s her first time!”

“She can stop when she wants.”

“Bea-“

“Baba! Dad!” Something spikes in Marcel’s chest at her tone. “I’m scared!”

Libby’s two-thirds up the wall now. She looks down and squeals, then whimpers. Her body tightens up and she freezes.

“It’s okay, Libby, let go if you want! I’ve got you!” Marcel walks closer to the wall and pulls in slack.

“No, I’m scared!” Her legs shake and she grips the holds for dear life. “Baba! Baba! Dad!”

“Do something!” Lilith comes up behind him and hovers like a swamp monster from the movies he watched when he was a kid. Her voice is shrill.

“I told you!” She then directs at Beatrice.

Beatrice pulls Lilith back once more. “Listen to Marcel,” she calls up. “He’ll help you!” Marcel just catches a quiet, “she’ll be all right, breathe, love.”

“Okay Libby, here’s what we’re going to do.” Marcel’s knuckles are white with how tightly he’s clutching the rope under both parents’ scrutiny. “I’ve got you tight, just let go one hand at a time, okay? I’ve got you.”

Libby’s bottom lip trembles. Uh oh. Marcel’s not ready for a toddler’s unmanageable meltdown, not today.

“Be brave, Libby! Listen to Marcel!” Lilith is calmer now, encouraging.

Libby slams her eyes shut and faces the wall once more. One hand releases. A high pitched whine.

“Come on, Libby!”

“Just hold the rope! I’ve got you!”

The other pops off. Libby wraps both hands at chest level around the rope, eyes still squeezed shut.

Marcel takes care to lower her slowly so she doesn’t swing side to side. Both parents rush to her the moment her feet touch the ground. Lilith kneels down and lays a hand on Libby’s shoulder while Beatrice sinks into a low squat and wraps one arm around her wife’s shoulders and another around Libby’s.

“You did so good, Libs.”

Marcel gives them space and takes a few deep breaths. He doesn’t bother to untie Libby’s knot, not until the parents are done. With luck, this will be the only route she climbs today.

“Did you see?” Libby says as a grin stretches. “I went so high!”

Lilith lays a hand over her heart. “We saw, Libby. Done?”

“No!” Marcel groans inwardly at hearing this. “Again! Again!”

The following week Marcel is thankfully off belay shift and is instead responsible for check-outs. No need to deal with children and their ridiculous parents today. Yet, his stomach drops at the sight of Libby’s family walking in the door again. It’s okay, I don’t have to belay her today.

Something tickles at the back of his head when he takes in their appearance, though. Lilith…is in a power suit with a tie and all…but Beatrice looks determined today. Unnervingly so. She’s dressed in athletic wear and carries a bulging bag on her shoulder.

“I’d like to complete a belay check-out, please,” she says.

On one hand, this means he doesn’t have to endure the sweat-inducing, shirt-drenching, body-shaking ordeal from last week. He remembers being completely wiped out after belaying Libby for a mere forty-five minutes. On the other hand…did they have problems with his belaying?

What he says is, “Sure!”

He walks the family out to the top rope wall and writes “Beatrice Williams” on the form pinned to his clipboard. Libby sits on Lilith’s lap as they observe the check-out process.

Marcel is stupefied as he watches Beatrice pull out a harness from her bag. It’s not even hers; it’s a child harness. The harness is neatly moved to the side along with a child’s helmet, tiny climbing shoes, two adult helmets, and two adult harnesses. One of the adult harnesses is loaded with an ATC, a GriGri, a PAS, and even extra locking carabiners. He has to keep his jaw from dropping, lest Lilith burn him with some sort of quip.

“Have you taken a class?” Marcel asks politely.

“I’ve watched some videos and practiced at home,” Beatrice replies casually as she pulls on her harness.

“Baba watched eight videos!” Libby announces proudly, holding up her hands with six fingers up.

Lilith mutters something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like, “and bought a rope, and gear, and practiced with two belay devices without a climber for hours at home.”

Beatrice pointedly ignores this and uses one hand to deftly remove the ATC from a gear loop, loads it, and clips it to her belay loop.

“Ready,” she says.

#davey writes #fic: dads #love you to pieces em #warrior nun #kinda #climbing AU #also kinda #to be trusted with dads...no higher honor #marcel...is an idiot please know this...but a good belayer

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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Heyy could I order a Mozz sticks smut to share with with Dilf!Steve? With a younger reader (18+ ofc) and he wants to show her how he can take care of her better than all the other guys her age? a little fluff at the end too if that’s okay, thank u <3 and congrats on 10k bestie!! You deserve it!!

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thank you thank you thank you! <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You really hadn't expected Beatrice's parents to be at the house party she was throwing, well, technically just her father. He lives local, so it was easier for her to gather everyone here. It's a fantastic house, beautiful accents and lush detailing. But no room has been more impressive yet than her father's own bedroom, the bed of which you're getting fucked on now.

Beatrice's father, Steve, is big strong, and has a thin layer of chub over his tummy. You'd never previously thought yourself into 'dad-bods', but now that one is hovering over you, the dark, wiry hair on his chest brushing against your peaked nipples, you decide it's the only stature you'll ever be into again.

You had accidentally stumbled into his master bedroom looking for a bathroom, but he didn't exactly kick you out from where he was lounging on the bed in nothing but sweatpants. To say you'd been flustered was an understatement, but he'd tugged your hands away from your flushed cheeks and uncovered your eyes, crooning about how you don't need to feel embarrassed for taking a wrong turn.

One thing had led to another, and now, now he's thrusting long and deep into your weeping cunt, your arousal staining his silk sheets that he has you spread over.

You moan, loud and desperate and wanton, and he hums in approval.

"'This feel good, sweetheart? I knew it would," He leans down to press his lips to your forehead, damp with sweat, "You need a man, not some stupid teenager."

You realize he's right. You've been fucked before, sure, but this feels like making love, something you hadn't even thought of as different until it happened to you. You nod vehemently, craning your neck up to kiss him when he withdraws from your face, "'Need you, Mr. Harrington."

He hums fondly into the kiss, his tongue sweeping over your bottom lip smooth and wet. Your lips are parted before he's even finished, and you swallow the low groan that comes from his throat when he licks sensually into your mouth.

His cock, impossibly big and thick to match, prods further into you than anything ever had before. Not even your toys reached these parts of you, the parts that had white hot pleasure snaking through your veins and darkness invading your vision.

"Mr. Harrington," You whimper into the kiss, your words muffled by his tongue, "Mr.- Mr. Harrington! I'm gonna-"

"Let go, sweetheart." He murmurs, his voice irresistibly thick with adoration, "You did so good."

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