#Chloe Mak
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Im.gonna give my final thoughts on yagp finals this year sometime tomorrow so stay tuned or not idc. But here are my thoughts on awards
-Anne placing in both, shes such am icon
-Yuna remains consistent she placed gold at finals in classical in 2022. I live that for her
-ED is queenie
-I'll have to look up Owen Simmons later but he's amazing
-annie web for president, a ballet star
-Keenan got gold yes
-Eric right after him in silver period
-No youth grand prix....interesting
-CHLOE HELIMETS SHELLY KING AHHHHHH
- no izzy and that's fine. Her flames resonated with the audience and its been on repeat since the day
-Crystal and joao silver WHOOO I WON
-IVANA GOLD
-VICTORIA NAT MAK AWARD AHHHHHHHH
-Where is the scholarship presentation
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I was tagged by @pqnnier to pick a song for every letter in my url !
Wishing I had a shorter url but it was still fun :]
M - Mercy by Sir Chloe
I - I wanna be a cowboy, baby! by CMAT
N - Never let me down again by Depeche Mode
I - I don't want to know by Fleetwood Mac
A - Angel by NewDad
T - Texas by Mallrat
U - Utopia Overture by Cristpbal Tapia de Veer
R - Ride the Dragon by FKA twigs
E - Exit music (for a film) by Radiohead
M - Money Machine by 100 gecs
O - Obstacle 1 by Interpol
U - Uninvited by Mallrat
N - No Preps Allowed by kai do u love me
T - Teenage Witch by Suzi Wu
A - Ash in the sun by Vundabar
I - I don't recognise you by NewDad
N - Novocaine for the soul by Portugal. The Man and Sir Chloe
R - Rich Girl by Hall and Oates
A - Aphasia by Pinegrove
N - New Friend by AE MAK
G - Grandfather please stand on the shoulders of my father while he's deep-sea fishing by Lana del Rey
E - Eat your young by Hozier
(I am not sure if this is cheating but I looked through my playlists for help. The Ns were so difficult!)
Tagging @fernapalooza @themariotheme @atleastitsnotasbestos @picklesoups @juliamccartney and anyone else who wants to do it!
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goodness gracious 75. brb x oc
a/n: I'll be honest I kinda based Chloe's whole schtick on a reddit thread I saw ages ago and it stuck to me. Does it make sense?? I hOPE?i t's just a sprinkle of angst yall nothing more uwu
check out the fic's playlist made by the sweet @wiipes !!
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: light angst, FIRST FIGHT KIND OF???, then fluff
chapters:
1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41/42/43/44
45/46/47/48/49/50/51/52/53/54/55/56/57/58/59/60/61/62/63/64
65/66/67/68/69/70/71/72/73/74
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Marcus did pay her, the exact amount he said he would and she was more than happy. Now she could not only get her car - the red Jeep wrangler she saw weeks ago - but she could also save this money for the moving day! Everything was running so smoothly, so nicely she could barely believe it. She’s been having a great week and when Friday rolled around, she was all smiles, so much it hurt her cheeks.
But one thing she found odd that day was how Rooster barely messaged her, well, less than normal, she knew he couldn’t talk much during work so this wasn’t so off. But it was fine! He was probably very busy!
This Friday she had to show up at the Hard Deck earlier since they were going to reorganize some bottles that arrived later than Monday, it was fine to Beatrice, she could talk to Penny and Shells while working which was always fun. She wondered when she could tell them she was moving in with Rooster, since they did think about going out this Saturday to visit some places and check them out…so, Monday! Monday would be a good time.
Penny asks Beatrice to take some of the trash out and she does with a huge smile, Shells commenting how she had never seen someone so happy to take those giant black bags outside like Bea was. The brunette just ignored, humming all the way over to the trash bins down the sidewalk, her peripheral vision noticing a different car in the parking lot, a white one that she couldn’t identify because it was a bit distant.
But her eyes would wander back towards it every now and again, furrowing her brows as to why it’d be there in the first place considering it was so early in the afternoon – too early for any other cars to be there - considering the bar wasn’t even open yet. She did see a woman with brown hair step out, which in turn makes Beatrice blink, seeing her get closer and closer.
Maybe she was lost? It has happened before, people usually stop by the parking lot because they don’t know the region and they need help finding where to go. So Beatrice, with that assumption in her head, prepared her mind to remember street names and known spots for localization in the surroundings. What she didn’t expect was the woman coming closer, stopping a few steps away from her and suddenly saying her name, “Beatrice?”
She’s surprised, her brain then wracking all the memory files trying to remember if she knew this woman or not. “Um…yeah? Can I help you?”
The woman pulled out her sunglasses, they were the same height, with the same brown hair color but the differences were that the woman had light brown eyes and was skinnier than Beatrice, “...I was just curious,I’m Chloe.” That name brought nothing from her mind, which probably showed since Beatrice furrowed her eyebrows even more, “Chloe Ritzer.”
Again, nothing. Nothing appeared in her mind, “Oh…um…okay? Can I help you?” she repeats and the woman’s expression soured just enough to make Beatrice worry a bit, “I…I’m sorry, did we go to school together?”
“No.” comes her sticky sweet reply, “We did not, but I know someone that you know.”
Oh! Oh she probably knew her siblings or something like that, that explains why she couldn’t identify her name. “I’m surprised Rooster never told you about me.” Suddenly all the noise around Beatrice disappeared and a cold feeling took over her stomach, her confused look only worsening.
“Oh…you were, friends?” Why would Rooster never tell her about this woman? The goblin voice in the back of her mind started to cackle menacingly, whispering doubts in her brain that she knew it wasn’t true.
Chloe, who had this weirdly smug look on her face after hearing that question, smirked, “Oh no, we were more than friends.”
Wait, what? Bradley didn’t say he dated anyone before her, no he didn’t because Phoenix and Halo confirmed it too back when they got together. Beatrice’s mouth opens then closes, trying to digest this brand new information with her body going into fight of flight mode. “What do you mean more?”
“I’m just surprised,” she completely ignores the question, dropping her eyes down on Beatrice’s body and the brunette immediately feels like she needs to cover up, “That Rooster would…well, I didn’t think he was so desperate.” The words hit Bea harder than a slap.
“Excuse me?”
“I mean, you don’t really think he’d be interested in you right?” The pure venom coming out from this woman who she had never met nor seen before was already chipping in her confidence walls. She was acting like a bully already. “He just did because I moved out and he had to find a rebound.”
Rebound.
Beatrice’s wide eyes got even wider, her breathing turning erratic, “That’s not true.” she whispers, “How do you– why are you–”
Ohohoho what did I tell you? You knew I was right, all along. You were nothing but a rebound, that’s what you are. Maybe that’s why he didn’t talk to you too much today, because he was seeing this woman again. She’s beautiful isn’t she? Skinny and model-esque. Not like you, you pathetic girl.
No. No this wasn’t happening, this wasn’t true!
Beatrice’s deep inhale was shaky but she licked her lips before speaking, “...I’m not a rebound.” she whispers, her eyes slowly meeting the other woman’s “I-I don’t know who you are but if you two were together before, that was then and this is now.I am not a rebound.”
Neither the goblin voice nor the woman expected that response, with Chloe’s lip curling into a disgusted snarl, “Listen here, tubby,” Beatrice tried not to jolt at the insult, “I don’t know what sort of lie he’s been spewing your way but he’s not interested in you at all.”
“He doesn’t lie to me.” she snaps back, “...you don’t know him, if you did you’d know Rooster doesn’t lie.”
Shells steps out of the bar when her friend takes too long to come back, stopping by the doors when she sees the two brunettes face to face, “Aunt Penny.” she calls and her aunt appears right next to her, wrinkling her brows and muttering ‘who the hell is that?’ to her niece. But she holds Shells back when the blonde tries to step closer, ready to defend her friend from this random strange woman they’ve never seen before.
“He’s a man, he’s going to lie.”
Beatrice feels her fury getting worse and worse, “No.” she snarls, “He’s not, you–how long were you two together?” Chloe opens her mouth to reply but Beatrice cuts her off, “If it’s more than one day you’d know that Rooster doesn’t lie, he was raised right, he is loving and he’s kind…”
Realization hits her immediately.
She wasn’t one of his girlfriends. She was one of the hookups he said he had before. “...that’s why you don’t know, you were with him for one day.” Chloe’s face turned angry, Beatrice struck a very visible nerve apparently, “...You– are you serious? You, you think that making up stuff about my boyfriend,” again another flinch coming from Chloe,”About how he’s apparently never loved me when we’ve been together for seven months and are currently thinking about moving in together?? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Chloe’s smug attitude dropped slowly, no doubt she was thinking she could manipulate Beatrice into thinking Rooster wasn’t interested–which backfired immensely- “I–you—”
“What the fuck!! What the fuck are you doing?” she hated how her personality reminded her of the Bitch Trio, maybe that was also why she was getting so fired up about her. That and the goblin voice trying to repeat over and over how it was right. If this was a few months back, maybe she’d be leaning towards it, maybe she’d doubt herself and her place in their relationship…but not now. Not now. “...You think he doesn’t love me or are you projecting your own fears on me? Because what you guys had was nothing more than a one night stand?”
“It was a great–”
“If it was he’d done something else about it,” Beatrice snaps, straightening her back and holding back a smile at how she was now taller than Chloe, “If it was why wouldn’t he be with you?...I am not a rebound. He loves me and if you have a problem with that I am sorry, I am so sorry but nothing will change it.`` Another car pulls to the parking lot, an SUV she knows too well and Evelyn’s body is already out and marching over.
“Listen tub–”
“No! You listen! My name is Beatrice. My name is Beatrice Schiavoni and” every word she gives a step forward and Chloe a step back, “And you dare, you fucking dare to come out of the woodworks accusing my boyfriend of being a liar when you know him for less than a few hours??” Chloe’s shoes hit the edge of the sidewalk, almost losing her balance, “And a one night stand??A hook up?? Rooster would never, he would never say what he doesn’t mean and if you– how fucking long was this? Almost a year ago? Two? And you kept the thought he wouldn’t move on?”
Chloe was looking smaller and smaller, Evelyn sending Shells and Penny a surprised look, “How fucking dare you??” Beatrice looked ready to beat the shit out of Chloe, not even because of her but because she was saying stuff about Rooster, “I don’t know what your plan here was, Chloe Ritzer.” Evelyn’s head snaps up when she hears the name, this time really getting closer to the two, “But you–”
“Chloe Ritzer?” Evelyn repeats, “You are the data analyst who was transferred out of state.”
Beatrice’s chest heaved with her intense breathing,looking back at Evelyn with her eyebrows furrowed then to Chloe whose eyes were now doubled in size, “Yeah,yeah I remember my dad saying something about you, about how you were asked to transfer because you pulled some bullshit around the base.”
“How the fuck does your dad know anything about me??”
“He’s a vice-admiral.” Chloe paled, immediately, her eyes now only focusing on Evelyn, “And if I call him right now and let him know that you are here and he contacts your superiors, they would know you are here now, right?”
Beatrice watched with wide eyes, not believing what she was hearing. The fact this woman came from out of nowhere just to get something out of Rooster was insane. How did she even pull this off? Better yet, what did she think it’d happen? Chloe just looked surrounded, which she was, especially when Penny and Shells got closer too, the three women forming a barricade behind Beatrice that signaled that Chloe was at a huge disadvantage there.
Seeing that this was a battle she could no longer win, which honestly she never did, Chloe slowly backed away, muttering she was ‘sorry for bothering them’ and ran to her car, almost hitting another one when she reversed out of the parking lot, disappearing from view. “What the fuck just happened?” Shells asked, looking at Beatrice, “Did she threaten you or something?”
“She was just badmouthing me and telling me lies…just,trying–I don’t know what her endgame was, but it was…weird.”
“Should we call the cops on her?” Shells asks Evelyn who is looking down at her phone, typing something quickly - undoubtedly letting her father know what just happened.
“No. I just texted my dad, he can deal with it for us.” Evelyn’s eyes softened, “Are you okay Bea?”
Was she? She was a bit…she didn’t know how to feel about what just happened. Yes, she was nervous at first but then she was so angry, she was so mad because this woman who had nothing to do with her life nor Rooster’s wanted to…intrude? Act up? For what? “I’m…I’m fine…It’s just, I feel a bit dizzy.” all that anger and fury probably dropped her blood pressure or something because she was feeling really woozy. Penny stepped up to Bea and ordered Shells to hold her other arm as they brought her back inside the bar.
They sat her down in one of the booths, Penny rubbing the back of Beatrice’s hand as Shells rushed out of the area to get some sugar water. Beatrice rubs her forehead with her palm heel,clenching her eyes and enduring the heavy toll her body had to deal with emotionally, her head pumping with a violent headache that only made things worse, “She’s done this before.” comes Evelyn’s voice, which makes both Penny and Beatrice turn their eyes her way, “According to my dad, she was interested in another guy before, didn’t work out, she tried showing up again and getting him back. It was never violent, she was never violent, but this shit isn’t going to go over well.”
Shells come back with a white mug filled with water, her aunt giving her a confused look but accepting it anyway, ‘There you go,Bea. Take…little sips.” she waits until the brunette brings the mug to her lips, scrunching her face at the pure sugar hitting her tongue, setting it down after just a few gulps. While the other women talked amongst themselves, Beatrice couldn’t help but repeat the weird events that happened seconds before.
This woman, this Chloe, showed up as if she was Bradley’s ex-girlfriend or something serious like that and tried to belittle her, belittle Bradley saying he was a liar and making her think he was with her out of pity?? The goblin voice crackled in the back of her mind, whispered growly voices making it’s way over her ear, planting doubt after doubt inside her brain. But it made no sense, because Rooster wasn’t like that, he wasn’t like that at all and he has proven that time and time again!
Then why was she having weird thoughts about it? Why was the goblin voice of doubt being louder than every other? Why was she questioning this? She hated it, so much and she knew she’d have to talk to Bradley about it because he'd definitely see if something was off with her. Would he be upset? How would he react? God she was so nervous, she only hoped that later tonight when they went back to his apartment they could have a good talk about this.
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He wasn’t so different when he got to the bar, he greeted her as he normally would, he smiled at her like he normally would…but when they got back to his apartment, he got very quiet and his face seemed to stone in a mid frown that never disappeared. Even Jolene’s presence there didn’t seem to ease it and it got worse every time he looked at his phone.
Beatrice only stood by a distance, biting her lower lip watching his back move as he pulled his Hawaiian shirt from his body, folding in his hands, “Brad,” she calls and he stops, looking back at her with an inquisitive glance, “Are you okay?”
He inhales deeply, his smile not quite meeting his eyes, “Long day, gorgeous.” he says in a clipped tone, “Long, long day.” she chews her lower lip again, watching him rub his hands over his face and sighing against his palms. Beatrice wrung her hands together, unsure on how to tell him without making his day worse so she chose that it’d be better to help him unwind a little bit.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Bradley rolls his lips into his mouth, his hands propped on his hips with another inhale going down his nose, “You know, I don’t think so.” that was weird, he usually wants to share if something is bothering him, “I don’t–” he shakes his head, not finishing the sentence.
Oh I wonder what could’ve happened to him. Maybe he saw that girl again and noticed he still had feelings for her and doesn't know how to tell you about it.
That wasn’t true. Bradley isn’t like that. “Are you sure?” she asks softly, watching how his shoulders tensed up and his body went rigid, but his face wasn’t turned towards her.
“I am very sure.” he says curtly, “I really don’t want to talk about it,Bea.”
Beatrice swallowed her saliva nervously, the sharp claw of fear and anxiety climbing up her spine as she watched Rooster disappear into his kitchen to get something. Maybe it was just work stuff he couldn’t tell her. Maybe that was why he was like that. She follows him into the kitchen, a glass of water being chugged down in harsh gulps until he thunked the glass on the sink, leaning his weight on it.
She didn’t know what to do and the doubtful voices in her head weren’t helping. “Do you want to order something?” she asks softly, stepping closer to him and disliking how he was walling himself up but choosing to not prod about it, “I know it’s late but I think that we can get some pizzas.”
Bradley clears his throat, bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose where he rubbed it in slow circles, “Yeah. Sure.I can do pizzas.” his clipped tone was unnerving her more and more, it wasn’t helping her anxiety and fear with him acting like that.
Because he’s thinking how to break it to you that he no longer wants to be in a relationship with you…tubby.
No. That wasn’t true. It wasn’t true.
“Okay…I’ll…order it then.” The silence usually wasn’t uncomfortable like this and Beatrice didn’t know what to do. Her emotions had flared up ever since that afternoon and she felt she wouldn’t be able to keep it in for long. She didn’t want to make him even more upset with the information that…his ex-hookup showed up and tried belittling her like that. His ex-hookup that was…tall and skinny, looking like a brunette Gisele Bündchen with how perfect she was.
But wait, no she wasn’t perfect. She was just skinnier than Beatrice was and that didn’t mean that Beatrice’s body was wrong. She just did a photo shoot using swimwear and other clothing she’d never admit she thought about wearing before, so she wasn’t wrong. Her body wasn’t wrong and he loved her and her body.
Oh, but what if you’ve been mistaken?
She wasn’t mistaken, not about Rooster…not about how he feels when it comes to her. But the way he was acting right now was…really bothering her too much. He was never this quiet, he was never this brooding with her, “Roos.” she calls softly, following him out of the kitchen, where he stops by the hallway, “You know you can talk to me if something is bothering you,right?”
Bradley’s jaw moves, but he doesn’t speak, “I know.” was all he said, “Don’t worry about it.”
“It’s just…well you are very quiet and I worry–”
“There’s nothing to worry about,Beatrice.” he doesn’t raise his voice, but he does sound snappy, ‘Whatever it is I’ll resolve it. There are some things that I have to do alone and I don’t need your help with.”
Oh.
“...oh.” was all she could reply, her mind going hundred miles a minute with all the fears and possibilities. He changed his mind about them, everything was right, she was wrong, everything was falling apart, she wasn’t deserving of happiness nor deserving of him, “...okay…”
Bradley sighs,running his hand down his face and muttering a ‘be right back’ as he steps into his room and then the ensuite bathroom, locking the door behind him. He puts his hands over his eyes, pacing around his bathroom as he tries to control his temper, trying to forget that Chloe showed up out of nowhere and decided to message him. He was sure he blocked her, he was sure he cut all contact.
God he was so pissed when she started suggesting things for them to do, as if they were just on a ‘break’ and he wasn’t dating Beatrice. He walked around his office just like he was now, trying to ease out the anger and annoyance. It took him so long to finally cut her off he didn’t even talk to Beatrice - lunch break was over and he was still getting rid of Chloe’s constant messages since just blocking her clearly wasn’t going to work.
Then he got mad because he wasted so much time getting rid of her he could barely say two words to Beatrice and then he fucked some stuff up - he also lost his favorite pen - and he had to take a few breathing breaks. Then at the bar, while he was still angry, seeing his girlfriend helped him calm down a little but he just kept thinking on how to tell Beatrice about Chloe and how to deal with this.
…speaking of which, he shouldn’t have acted like that with her. Beatrice wasn’t at fault for what happened and he should’ve just told her about it instead of locking himself in his bathroom and leaving her alone, “Fuck.” he groans against his hands, thinking how much this Chloe just bothered him to the point he was getting angry at people who had nothing to do with it, instead of her.
He took a few more calming breaths, hoping that Beatrice wasn’t too upset for him snapping at her like that - God, he never once did that to her, what was he fucking thinking? He gives him a look on the mirror, then leans down to open the faucet and wash his face the best he could, breathing out by his mouth before he steps out of the bathroom, “Bea,” he calls, walking past his bedroom’s threshold, “Bea, baby I’m sorry for–”
Where was she?
She was right in his living room when he went inside. Matter of fact, where was Beatrice and Jolene? The pittie wasn’t in her favored spot on the couch either. Bradley moved his eyes anxiously, she was probably in the kitchen, yes, she was going to order pizzas- she’s not in the kitchen either.
He tries not to panic, he couldn’t see her bag there either so…wait, did she leave? “Fuck, no,no no no.” he stomps his way to his front door, looking down the hallway and towards the elevators. His eyes widened seeing the numbers going down, “No, no no!Fuck!
“ he doesn’t even bother to wait for the other one, he slams the fire escape door open and runs down the stairs, checking every floor to see if he still had time to reach her.
No, no, this couldn’t be happening. Beatrice couldn’t be leaving. Not like this, he had to tell her what happened! “Please, let me reach her. Please.” he ignored his throat burning and how his chest ached from running down the steps all the way down to the lobby. He has to take a quick break before he reaches the last door, yanking it open to check. Someone else was entering the elevator now, both of them, so Beatrice already left!
He had to hurry. He ran all the way outside, breathing heavily and looking around in hopes to see her down the street. She didn’t have a car, so she probably called an uber…but there were no cars, well, there was one, but it was now driving away from him– his keys, he needed to get his keys, “Fuck!” he once again didn’t take the elevator, going all the way back by the fire escape stairs, shouldering the door to his floor open.
His white tee was sticking to his back and chest, but he couldn’t care about it right now. He just inhaled shakily once he got to his apartment door, leaning on his hand to regain his breathing, “Okay,” he says between gulps of air, “Okay, I need my keys.” he wipes some beads of sweat that traveled down his temple and his cheekbones. He was starting to panic, what did he do? God, what did he do? He shouldn’t have said that. Why did he say that?
Where the fuck were his keys? He patted his jeans, then his tee - that had no pockets - cursing high and low. “Where the fuck are they, where the– excuse me a minute Jojo.” he steps over the tail wagging pitbull to reach the other side of the room…then he pauses. He pauses and slowly looks back to where Jolene now was, seated on her favorite spot in his couch, his eyes widening, “Wait, how are you here?”
“Roos?”
Was he dreaming? Was he imagining things? Because that was Beatrice’s voice. He looks up to the hallway, seeing Beatrice holding her bag in her hands, her eyebrows low and confused, “...Bea.You are here.”
The brunette’s eyes turn sadder, looking away from him, “...s-should I not be?”
“What? No!” He crosses the room in two strides, wrapping his arms around Beatrice so tight she drops her bag to the floor in surprise, her hands slowly coming up to touch his damp shoulder blades.
“Roos, why are you so sweaty? What happened?” she asked against his neck, blinking her big green eyes in surprise when he pulled back to smack her lips soundly, over and over, the girl’s face turning such a violent shade of red she looked ready to melt. “Roos- Roos what’s happ-” but his lips kept on hers, cupping her warm cheeks in his big hands, before he drops them to her thighs where he picks her up and carries her back to his bedroom. She barely has time to speak, between his lips on hers and the sudden shock of being carried over, she presses a hand to his wet and warm chest, pushing him the best she could.
He does break the kiss, but he keeps his face right above hers. “...Roos…wh-what is happening? Why are you drenched with sweat? Are you sick?”
“I…” the weight of his sudden workout finally hit him and he felt his chest heave out breath after breath “I…I thought you left, so I…I ran in hopes to get you. I’m sorry.”
“Rooster…why would I leave? I’m not understanding…”
“I snapped at you and you had nothing to do with what happened.” realization shone on her eyes, the same eyes that looked away from his ashamedly, her hand dropping from his chest to land on her stomach.
“I shouldn’t have pestered you–”
He shakes his head negatively, closing his eyes, “No. No this isn’t your fault.” he says gently, “I shouldn’t have done that. I…I was mad about something else and I just let it out on you and it was unfair.” her eyes return to his, hesitantly so, but he’s glad she’s looking at him again. “Pretty girl, you know I don’t get mad at you for worrying about me.”
Beatrice chews her lower lip, he could see the worry still in her eyes, in those big green eyes he fell in love with, “It’s just…you were acting weird and I thought…I thought I did something wrong.” that I was no longer good enough, she thinks, “And I…I guess my day has been kinda messy too so…”
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong, gorgeous. You didn’t, hey,” he cups her chin when she looks away, arching both of his eyebrows for emphasis, “You didn’t do anything wrong…I’m sorry for snapping at you. I really am.”
Beatrice takes a long while to reply, so long he almost feels she won’t do so, but she nods “I forgive you.” she whispers, which makes Rooster sigh out in relief, dropping his face to her neck where he breathed in her lavender scent - calmness and devotion - kissing the curve of her shoulder. “Do you want…to tell me what happened?”
He lifts his head from her neck, then looks over his shoulder to his bathroom, “Yeah but…maybe I might need to take a bath first…join me?” he didn’t like how she seemed to go back to hesitation, “If you don’t want it’s okay.”
“No,no I do.” she whispers, ‘It might help me get my mind out of things too.” she replies, giving him a small smile and following him when he stood up, offering her his hand. She grabs with the same smile, closing her eyes when he leans closer to kiss her forehead, then her lips one more time, leading them to the bathroom.
#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw x oc#top gun maverick#bradley bradshaw x reader
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If you ever do an au with your miraculous changes miracle box what characters would you give each miraculous to?
Oof.
You ask a hard question anon, cause that's not an easy one to answe for mer. The drawback of liking kwami swaps and thinking of multiple miraculous, deciding who gets what, that's not easy. And I got roughly 30+ ideas for miraculous to exist that are plausible to exist...
There's also that debate of do you stick with color coding? Or do you just roll out what can work?
Like... Nino and Marinette are both color coded for Peafowl, and both would do well with it. So, how do you decide who gets it? There's also deciding on Mayura who probably will exist as a villain (though can't promise she'll be Nathalie), what do I do cause she'll have Peafowl.
Do I incorporate any canon match ups at all? Like, I'm pretty done with Marinette having Ladybug so I wouldn't do her with Ladybug, but then I'm torn if I should do Alya or Lila with Ladybug. The former would actually grow with the earrings and could better handle Tikki and she would be there to help establish a Ladybug hero from the start. Lila though is actually color coded for Ladybug. And technically she can grow too, around the time of her arrival, it's not unthinkable for her to get a redemption. It can also play off her being "lucky" with her manipulations, lucky that people won't think too hard about what she says and will coincidentally forget the promises she makes.
I'd also be up for characters to have more than one miraculous, especially as there are no issues in canon for people to use at least 2 at the same time; but who should get what? Like, the Fox I'm torn between Marinette and Felix. I could also roll with Lila having it.
And then there's the matter of different tiers of miraculous and a wonder of how to incorporate that. Cause the big issue with ML is that they chucked out their "two most powerful" at the start, and it threw everything off when they rolled out more and these more are better or more powerful. So, is it better to start at the bottom tier and gradually go up?
And then there's the debate of how many should even be included cause you really want quality over quantity. It's an issue canon has now, they have too many so they can't properly flesh out kwamis or other heroes. So, which ones should get more attention? And what characters should even be brought into focus more? How many major players should I have and focus on?
I would like to use my miraculous changes, maybe even for my take of ML and a rewrite of it; but there's no answer I can give you as do use my miraculous changes means I have to consider a lot of factors and make choices and unfortunately, I struggle to make choices and stick with them. Like, even now, I'm reconsidering what I have, seeing if I can slim down the Miracle Box to just 28 pieces (Zodiac, Bagua, Wu Xing/Four Symbols, and Duo) and maybe those are made officially to be the prodigious, which would better back Shanghai Special's claim that they're more "dangerous" and it can play off prodigious being great quantity; and the miraculous are officially just 7 and they are tied to Europe with Ladybug as one of the members and moving some more western animals there (like Seahorse, Wolf, and Owl, though I maybe just combine that with Eagle and make it a Raptor cause the kwami I have for Eagle looks like an Owl too).
But, despite this, I can't say that's going to be official, just thinking about it and exploring it.
And that's the big issue. A lot of possibilities and a lot to consider.
...I guess only for sure I could give you is Chloe getting the Bee. By color coding, symbolism, and growth potential; that's just way too promising to skip out on as Bee does match with Chloe in symbolism, and has that potential to provide that needed growth, meeting up for what she lacks and needs. Though Pollen would be drastically overhauled cause screw that eager to please servant mentality. That was the worst decision to make for the bee kwami.
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#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 4#187 texts#ballad
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Assessment 3 : Research on 10 animators
Fernanda Dias : Instagram, YouTube
Louixie : Instagram, YouTube
Chloe Peters : Instagram, YouTube
Simon Tofield : Instagram, YouTube, Simon’s Cat website
https://simonscat.com/simon-tofield
Tracy Butler : Instagram, YouTube, Twitter, Lackadaisy (website/ web comic)
Alex Kunchevsky : Instagram, Procreate school (Website), YouTube
Michael Relth : Instagram, YouTube
https://www.linkedin.com/in/michael-relth-933381a9?original_referer=
Brennan Brinkley : TikTok, Instagram, YouTube
Givantha Arthasad : Worked with different studios, solo projects
Tilak Samaraweera : Worked in studios
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Swynrpwrimo 2023 - Task #30 - part 2
SWYNRP Character Wishlist: A list of 10+ characters you’d like to see in the RP - Characters Mak wants to play edition
I need y’all to pick some of these characters up before I do pls
[tracker]
1. Lyria from Tinkerbell Fairies franchise with a Jodie Whittaker FC
So my idea for her is nothing like her skeleton but!!!! I love it so much!!!! Her app has been DONE for over two years!!!! I just need to find the right time get her.
2. Aphrodite from Hercules with an Anitta FC
So honestly this character is so well formed in my head. She’s from Avalor (our first Lusophone Avaloran, the rest are primarily Spanish-speakers), she was a Pachamama rebel fighter against the dictatorship before coming to Swynlake, and before the civil war was an actress and pop star! Her name is legit Afrodite bc that’s the Portuguese spelling of Aphrodite. I just wanna iron out a few things in her story before I get her.
3. Imelda Rivera from Coco possibly with a Coty Camacho FC
But I’d really want a Hector if I did so. But UGH I have an idea for herrrrr. She’s honestly such a Mak character
4. Vee Hauntley with a Chloe Hayden FC
And if I HC Vee is my immortal autistic honey like this awesome gorgeous smiley autistic FC? What of it?
5. Fairy Gary possible FCs include: Gao Weiguang, Ryan Gosling, Omar Metwally, , Ian Anthony Dale, Michiel Huisman
I think this would be SUCH a neat opportunity to play with the fairy lore we have regarding the family and how the one big family no-no is having children outside of your Promise. But I'd LOVE to play him with the character who is his illegitimate half-fairy half-human child around, and potentially with a character that's either his Actual wife and/or one that's his legitimate child bc THE DRAMAAAAA Y'ALL. Can be any characters already fairies or we can make characters fairies that aren't already! So if aaaaaanybody is at all interested in this plot, hit me up!!! Let's plot it!
6. Lady Rebekah Alhadeff from Elena of Avalor with a Joséphine Jobert FC
Look. I’m just a slut for Avalor, okay.
7. Rama from The Jungle Book with a Sendhil Ramamurthy FC or a Sidharth Malhotra FC depending on how old I made him
Okay so those of y’all around forever ago may remember when Kiara was here, I had Rama and Raksha with her. But tbh…I feel like that time around I came in at the middle of their story and I’d LOVE to take another crack at them from the start with someone! As either Rama OR Raksha! So I’m giving my top FC idea for both
8. Raksha from The Jungle Book with a Kriti Sanon FC possibly
See above.
9. Jasmine from Aladdin possibly with a Yasmine Al-Bustami FC?
I’m trash for worldbuilding! I created Avalor I’d get to create Agrabah! Eeeee!
10. Ember Lumen possible FC include: Song Yuqi, Zhao Lusi, Sun Zhenni, Pat Chayanit Chansangavej, Imada Mio, Uchinaga Aeri (Giselle), Komatsu Nana, Mint Ranchrawee, Prilly Latuconsina, Lee Sung-kyung, Kim Yong-ji
But I'd want at least one of her parents maybe too :3
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MWF 30/40 age range for The Caregiver and job ideas?
Of course! Here are some of the ideas me and Admin Mak came up with:
MWF (30-40): Candice Patton, Monica Raymund, Naomi Scott, Tessa Thompson, Lily Collins, Chloe Bennett, Greta Onieogou, Jessica Alba, Nathalie Emmanuel
Job ideas: A nurse or doctor, business owner, a vet, teacher/principal/school board member, or a non-profit owner. We'd also talked about them maybe being a 'mom' figure to the club or a known supporter with family ties or relationships.
Hopefully, some of these ideas work for you! Feel free to let us know if you have any questions.
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Welcome to NASHVILLEHQ! Beneath the cut you will find the accepted applicants. Make sure to read over the NEW MEMBER CHECKLIST. You have TWENTY-FOUR hours to send in your character accounts. Once received we will invite you to the group’s discord server. We are happy to have you in Music City.
KATHRYN 'RYN' SOUTHERLAND (chrissy metz) - Infant Teacher/Caregiver | penned by: Katelyn.
CHLOE CAMPBELL (madelyn cline) - Popstar & Former Actress | penned by: Mak.
RYLAND JENNINGS (nathan dean parsons) - Songwriter | penned by: Laura.
FELIX ROJAS (froy gutierrez) - Construction Worker | penned by: Riley.
CARSON WEST (mason gooding) - Firefighter/Paramedic | penned by: Riley.
MARCOS COSTA (rafael silva) - Zookeeper | penned by: Starr.
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Imperfect Magazine Cover Story - Sophy Wong
photo Sam Tso
make-up Hana Ho
hair Toyo Ho
styling Anton Mak & Kellie Chan
interview Jay Chow
wardrobe Cecilie Bahnsen from I.T, Chloe, Ferragamo, Giuseppe Zanotti, Rick Owens from JOYCE HK, Swarovski
produced by Ruby Leung
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featuring Sophy Wong
photo Sam Tso
make-up Hana Ho
hair Toyo Ho
styling Anton Mak & Kellie Chan
interview Jay Chow
wardrobe Cecilie Bahnsen from I.T, Chloe, Ferragamo, Giuseppe Zanotti, Rick Owens from JOYCE HK, Swarovski
produced by Ruby Leung
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this isn’t really for anyone to find, but i love talking about myself, so here’s an IN DEPTH about me! (july 2022 edition)
i’m mak (makson/max) & i use he/they/she pronouns!!! i like mirror pronouns, but not enough people know about them.
i’m studying political science, & as of right now i want to work for a nonprofit, preferably harm reduction coalition, as a program officer.
i’m a virgo sun, cancer moon, aries rising. i also have a virgo venus (my downfall) & virgo mercury which makes me a virgo stellium. i also have both a 5th house & an 11th house stellium.
i have a pet mouse named arlo, but he isn’t in great health.
i have adhd & most likely autism according to my primary care doctor. i also have anxiety & suspected quiet bpd.
i’m 5’7 i think. i was last told by a physician that i was 5’6 & 1/4, BUT everyone i meet who says THEY’RE 5’7 is shorter than me.
HOBBIES & INTERESTS
i did student leadership stuff all throughout high school. i was in nhs, was student council president, class secretary, on the masc/mahs board of delegates for 3 years, was part of the future youth initiative for my home county, & participated lightly in MYlead. now, i am trying to get back into volunteering so i can return to MYlead. i want to get involved with my university’s student council, but we’ll see in august.
i run, i love running. i just like being outside. foraging, hiking, biking, skateboarding, inhaling, meditating, reading. all of it. i like road trips. i like plane rides & traveling. i’ve been on 10 flights so far. i love exploring new cities. i like to check out their crystal shops, coffee shops, parks, etc. i love music, i go to like 2 concerts a month normally. i take pride in my spotify & make so many playlists for fun. i want to make my own music, but i don’t know where to start. my first album will be called sentimental colors.
FAVORITES
i’m indecisive, so i never have only one favorite. my favorite colors (in order) are baby pink, yellow, forest green, lilac, & brown. my favorite animals are frogs, farm animals (besides horses), small rodents, sharks, & crows. i don’t really watch tv, so my favorite shows are ‘you’, ‘how i met your mother’, & ‘spongebob’. my favorite musicians are penelope scott, hobo johnson, chloe moriondo, phoebe bridgers, & joji. in the rap genre, it’s doja cat, megan thee stallion, blackbear, & brockhampton (although it would be eminem if his old music was where he stopped).
RANDOM INFO
i can only really pay attention to children’s & horror movies!
i’ve had social media since i was 9, & i currently have a tiktok with 10.6k:)
everything has to be divisible by 5 or it’s gross! i can tolerate 3 & 7 tho.
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"Paradise Kids", photographed by Karl Lam and styled by Chloe Mak for Marie Claire Hong Kong October 2018
#Karl Lam#Chloe Mak#fashion#fashion shoot#editorial#Marie Claire#Marie Claire Hong Kong#model#style#fashion photography
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goodness gracious 82. brb x oc
a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
check out the fic's playlist made by the sweet @wiipes !!
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: FLUFF, slightly suggestive content but nothing full on SMUT BECAUSE SMUT HAS TO BE STRATEGICIALLY PLANNED FOR THESE FUTURE CHAPTERS
chapters:
1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41/42/43/44
45/46/47/48/49/50/51/52/53/54/55/56/57/58/59/60/61/62/63/64
65/66/67/68/69/70/71/72/73/74/75/76/77/78/79/80/81
(pls let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!!)
taglist: @mirandastuckinthe80s @roosterschanelslut @wiipes @lcahwriter @shrimping-for-all @gretagerwigsmuse @frenchtoastix
@lizzie-rdj @fanboyluvr @atarmychick007 @comebacktoearthpls
@peachiicherries @mak-32 @lizziespidiepridie @roosterswifey @ollyoxenfrees @piceous21 @sqrlgrl22 @hofficoffi @lexhalstead3 @lorilane33 @legendarydreamersharkparty @luckyladycreator2 @emilybradshaw @j-6o @louisahale @leobabbyyy @kulicny @winter-run @ktjmac @graciereads
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The feeling of an ice bag on her skin brought plenty of memories of when she sprained her ankle, even hissing a bit at the chilling pressure over her knuckles and fingers, “Thank you Penny.” she whispered, holding the ice pack against her hand and leaning back on the empty booths of the Hard Deck.
“Don’t mention it, let’s hope you didn’t sprain anything in that punch.” Penny jokes, sharing a comforting look with Rooster who stood to the side with his hands on his hips, looking like the worried boyfriend he usually was. After a few seconds standing close by he finally slid to sit down next to Bea, a quiet ‘let me see’ going past his lips as he carefully lifted the ice pack to see the damage.
It was red and purplish, but it wasn’t as bad as he thought it’d be, “I never punched anyone.” he heard her say, while gently brushing the pad of his thumb over the abrasion, “I think it was fitting he was the very first one.”
“Bea you scared the shit out of me.” Bradley confesses, furrowing his eyebrows, brown eyes meeting her green ones, “Not that I’m not proud of you, because I am, but holy shit babe. You just lunged at him like a fucking wild cat.” Rooster puts the ice pack back down on her knuckles, leaning up to kiss the side of her head, “I thought I wouldn’t be able to hold you back.”
Beatrice makes a quiet noise in her throat, looking down at her bruised hand with a little smile, “I know,I’m sorry.” she whispers, pushing herself closer to him as she recalled everything that happened hours before, her own gaze hardening into a glare, “He just…there was a lot he brought back and when he talked about you I just–I couldn’t really do much after that.”
Bradley frowns, hugging her close to himself and rubbing her arm up and down. She wasn’t upset by what Eric said about her? She was more upset about the accusations he spewed out? “I thought you’d be angrier about him saying those things about you.”
The brunette just shrugs the best she could with his arm around her shoulders, “I don’t really care much about what Eric says about me Roos. I know that he’s just saying it out of anger and trying to get to me…it just pissed me off when he said those things. When he spoke as if you–” she couldn’t even finish the sentence, narrowing her gaze onto the table where she placed her bag and phone, biting her lower lip, “I just don’t like when people say things about you, is all.”
God, he didn’t know how to reply. The fact this wasn’t the first time she defended him was making his heart flutter even more than normal. He closed his eyes, burying his nose in her brown hair, inhaling the sweet lavender scent in her scalp. His whole body was warm, he didn’t know how to even elaborate what he was feeling, all he knew was that Beatrice was more than he ever deserved.
First Chloe, then Eric. Both of them talked about her but she only reacted when his name was thrown in the mist. While he still despised Eric, while he still wanted to be the one who’d beat the shit out of him instead, he was so proud of her. It was one clean punch, straight to the nose, “Did Michael or Guillermo ever taught you some boxing moves? I know you said they were boxers for a while.”
Beatrice thinks on it for a second, looking down at her bruised hand, “Oh.” realization hits her alongside the memories, “They did. I completely…forgot about that.”
“Maybe that’s why it was powerful enough to knock him down.” Rooster comments with his lips still pressed on her hair, “You have the boxer dna within you.” Beatrice laughs softly, her cheeks reddening brighter in the areas the tears wiped down her makeup, thanking him for the compliment with her arm tucked to his side, “At least you did it after your birthday. It wouldn’t be nice to end it like that.”
“Yeah…” but he felt she wouldn’t be too bothered if it did happen before, just by the way she said that, “I guess it’s another thing I’ve dealt with.”
Pete approached the two after he and Penny decided to give them some space,his hands on his hips with a small smile, “So, how are we feeling kiddo? How’s your hand?”
“It’s not so bad.” Bea says, flexing her fingers just a bit for emphasis, wincing quietly “It hurt a lot more before.”
Mav nodded in response, sliding to sit down in front of them with his hands clasped together, smiling at how Bradley still hasn’t taken his arm from around her, keeping himself close at all times, “You did really good back there,” she smiles shyly at the compliment, “Honestly, the guy had no chance. You pack a strong punch in that small hand of yours,huh?” He could see his nephew was still tense by what happened, undoubtedly wanting to be the one that knocked Eric down.
But knowing Bradley’s size, especially his hands’ size, it was possible he’d do more damage than a broken nose. Add that to seeing your girlfriend’s abusive ex and he didn’t think Rooster would be able to see anything but red when dealing with Eric. Besides, this was something for Beatrice to deal with, it was her demons that she had to fight even if Bradley was protective about her and didn’t want her getting hurt.
Pete sent his nephew a knowing look, which in turn makes Rooster’s glare relax and his head pull back from Beatrice’s hair, leaning back on the seat while rubbing a hand down his face, rubbing his fingers over his mustache the same way Goose did when he was really upset. “You did good, but let’s hope it never happens again.” Mav smiles, making Beatrice beam up right back, her cheeks flexing in a little proud grin, “Are you two going home now?”
Rooster checks his watch, after a few more times running his index and thumb on the mustache, pursing his lips, “It’s nearing one in the morning.” he announces, looking down at Beatrice, “Do you want to go?”
His girlfriend looks to the side in thought, but then nods with a little tired smile, “Yeah,I think it’s best if we do.” Both Maverick and Bradley stood up at the same time, the younger pilot giving space for Beatrice to step out but never standing too far from her, a tall presence looming nearby so she could feel safe.
Both of them thanked Penny and Mav, waving them goodbye before marching to the Bronco. Beatrice stood to the side waiting for Rooster to unlock the doors, giving him a little grin that made one of his eyebrows go up, “What?” he questions, his own mouth curling into a confused smile, “What are you smiling at me for, gorgeous?”
Beatrice smiles even more, stepping closer to lean her head up and kiss his lips in a sweet lip lock, one he hummed happily once their lips touched, “I just love you.” she whispered, pecking him one more time for emphasis. Bradley just watched her step into the passenger side, looking away with his lower lip between his teeth, trying to fight back the smile without much success.
His anger is gone, completely, because of her. He had no idea how she did it, how she managed to melt the glaciers he kept around his heart before or how she could break past the anger walls but she did. “I forgot to say I love you too.” he announces once he’s inside the car as well, swallowing her soft giggle when he kisses her, pulling back with a wet smack as he turns the car on.
While he was calmer, he couldn’t help but look at the mirrors to check if there was anyone following them. That electric blue Corvette was glued on his mind now, he couldn’t just forget about it when it was so fresh in his mind. One of his hands landed on Beatrice’s thigh out of habit and out of protectiveness, squeezing the supple flesh as his girlfriend was busy looking outside the windows with a peaceful smile.
She looked really happy, besides what happened. Maybe she was right on getting rid of her demons, Eric was probably one of the worst ones. He hopes he never shows up again, if he does he is going to be the one dealing with that piece of shit, he hopes that he leaves Beatrice be. He was sure he was the one following Beatrice in the blank accounts, he was the one that asked Damon to ‘follow’ them after all why wouldn’t he do the same online? And the night they were at the beach, with Jolene, he had a feeling it was him hiding in the shadows.
He had to admit that the thought of Eric creeping by bothered him greatly. Even if Bea proved that she could handle him on her own if needed, he didn’t like it. He just had to pay extra attention now, whenever they went out, and check if they were alone there or not…he hoped Eric would stay on his corner, alone and wallowing in pain because Beatrice broke his nose.
Rooster also had to admit that the whole situation was…quite attractive. Beatrice wasn’t one to get into fights, avoided conflicts like the plague if she could, so to see her leap up and punch her ex - with the reason behind it being because he was talking horrible things about Rooster himself - was very...nice. Very nice. No, not nice, hot. It was kind of sexy seeing her so angry like that, hair a mess, lips curled into a snarl.
Oh God did he just discover a new kink?
Women that could possibly beat his ass? Not women, woman, Beatrice?
He blinked when the realization hit, then he rolled his lips into his mouth, nodding to himself. Yeah, he just found out a new kink. Maybe because he really liked when Beatrice was bolder or when she was more assertive…honestly he was starting to wonder if Bea herself wasn’t just his kink because anything she did he found incredibly appealing.
Once he rolled right next to her brand new red Jeep, that thing was almost the size of his own car but he loved how happy Beatrice was when she got it, he opened the passenger door for her to step out, “Careful with your hand,” he says, closing the door behind her, “Let me open the door for you.”
“I can open with my other hand,Roos.” but he grabs the keys from her unbruised hand after pecking her lips, making Beatrice’s lips curl into a smile as she watches him unlock her front door, greeting Jolene whose nails clicked on the wooden floors excitedly as she bounced around. Beatrice followed soon after, her intonation going higher as she looked down at Jolene who was still shaking wildly with happiness upon seeing them again, leaning down to pet her dog after pushing the door closed.
She wandered into the kitchen, not surprised to see him already placing some ice cubes inside a plastic bag then covering it with a towel, making it a little baggie that she could put on her bruised hand, “I’ll put the cake in the fridge, you keep this on your hand,” he traded the ice baggie for the styrofoam box she was holding - making a face when he saw it was being held by her hurt hand - and put it into the fridge.
Beatrice’s smile only got wider, gently lowering the ice bag on her hand with a quiet hiss of pain, clenching her eyes as the coldness spread from her knuckles to the tips of her fingers, leaning her butt on the sink’s counter as Rooster busied himself. She heard a very quiet ‘crunch’ coming from where he was, which immediately made Beatrice smile, “Did you just get a piece of chocolate?”
His cheek was stuffed when he closes the fridge’s door, “No.” but it sounded like a ‘mnfno’ since he did have a big chunk of chocolate between his teeth, “It’s not my fault it’s so good.” he explains once he’s done chewing it, licking his lips to get rid of any chocolate stains on the pink plush flesh.
“I’m not going to get mad at you for sneaking a bite, Roos.” she says gently, tilting her head at him, “I know how much you like chocolate.”
“I do like it a little bit.” he chose to ignore her ‘a little bit?’ with a smile on his face, stepping closer to place his hands on her wide hips, rubbing the area soothingly, “How are you feeling?”
Beatrice inhales, tilting her head to meet his eyes with her smile still present, “Honestly?” he nods for her to go on, “I feel really good. I really do feel good, Roos. Even if some stuff happened,” she holds her bruised hand for him to see, ���I don’t think I could’ve had a better birthday celebration.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, absolutely.” she nods for emphasis, “There was nothing I’d’ve changed, you know? I…I had so much fun and there were people that I cared about there and you and Evelyn organized it for me. And honestly it was the nicest thing someone ever did for me, probably ever.”
Bradley’s gaze softened, his fingers pinching the bottom of her blouse, running the pads on the seam “You deserve something like that more often. You deserve to be celebrated.” Beatrice’s cheeks immediately turn bright red over his words, but she keeps her eyes on him. She’s been taking compliments a lot better now, not moving her gaze away shyly when being told so.
“Thank you, Roos.” she whispers softly, meeting his lips halfway in a soft kiss, smiling with her eyes closed when he pressed several butterfly kisses on her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“I had something else planned, another gift for you.” he murmured, “I know you said you didn’t want any but…” Beatrice peeks one eye open, pulling her head back enough to tilt it in confusion, “I couldn’t help myself.” he steps back to offer his hand, which she grabs immediately, letting him guide her up the staircase onto the loft area, guiding her to sit on the bed, “Close your eyes.”
Beatrice hesitates with a little smirk, but eventually does, fluttering her eyes shut as she hears his feet thudding back downstairs, the obvious latch of the doggy gate being set up and closed - her cheeks already reddening just by that - before he rushes back. Beatrice waits for him to say something, but he doesn’t, she knows he’s there, she feels his presence and smells his cologne. There’s something with weight being placed on her lap, “Okay, open them.”
She blinks her eyes open, trying to regain her vision, seeing the mid size red gift box there, “You didn’t have to get me anything, Roos.” she says while pulling the golden bow apart to lift the lid. She didn’t know what he got for her, she didn’t say anything about it. She however, widens her eyes when she sees what it is, “Oh…my God.” she places a hand over her mouth, her cheeks flexing up in a smile.
Rooster watched her pick the object up with a grin, sitting down next to her so he could admire it further. It may not seem much, but he knew that for Beatrice it meant the world: a statue of Ripley with Newt, just like the Aliens poster, in so much detail she could even see the texture in Ripley’s pants, “Did you like it?”
“Rooster, this–” she gingerly picks it up, the bag of ice falling by her feet with a wet sound, completely ignoring her bruised hand to hold it close to her eyes, gently brushing the pad of her index on Ripley’s face, Newt’s hair and the xenomorph creeping behind the two, “This is heavy…Rooster, I–”
“You can put it in your office/art room when we move.” He mentioned it to her when they saw the house, since it had several rooms that could be used, that she should keep one for her to paint and do everything art related. She didn’t agree with it then, but he had a feeling she would now, “I figured you’d like it.”
“Rooster, this is a Japanese figurine.” she whispers in pure amazement, “These are extremely rare to get here.” she wasn’t being ungrateful, absolutely not, he knew, especially how she was holding the statue so close to her chest, “How did you–”
“It was a bit hard since this one was one of the three last in stock, but you just have to be quick about it.” he shrugs, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk, “And so I got it.”
Beatrice looked from Rooster to the figurine, then back to her boyfriend, holding it close to her chest in a hug, “Thank you….I…” she looked back down at Ripley’s face, smiling, “For everything, Roos. Really, not only because of this, but you know…what I mean.” he smiles more, scooting closer to kiss her cheek, watching as she places the figurine back inside the box, “I’ll keep this one safe until we move.” She got the tingles saying it outloud, standing up to place the box inside her armoire, pushing it to the corner so it wouldn’t occupy too much space.
When she turns back around he’s still on the bed, leaning on his arms with his legs spread…looking so good, he should be illegal. Beatrice bites her lower lip, walking closer to him and meeting his low lid gaze, his body already adjusting to give her space so she could straddle his lap. Once she sat down and his arms immediately went to hold her waist, he pressed a kiss under her jaw, humming deep in his throat, “There was something else I had planned…but with your hand like that…”
“Will I need my hand for this thing you are planning?”
He thinks on it for a second, pausing his lips, “Well…no.” Finally he replies, pulling his head back to prop his chin on her cleavage, the soft tissue cushioning his head, “But I wouldn’t want you to get hurt even more.”
Beatrice smiles, lifting her good hand to cup the side of his face, then leaning down to kiss his lips, rubbing her thumb on his cheekbone, “I’m not going to get hurt, Roos…you aren’t going to hurt me.” Those words held a lot more weight than just the physical aspect, she meant it emotionally too. It was…crazy this connection they had, that happened so quickly and yet so naturally. He knew that this type of trust she wasn’t able to get with…that person…so to hear that from her, especially considering everything he’s been through himself was more than special to him.
Bradley smiled, with his chin still on her breasts, lowering enough for him to kiss the upper part of her cleavage, “Okay.” he places his hands under her thighs, so he could pick her up and they switch places on the bed, her brown hair spilling over the sheets as he hovers above her body, “If you insist.”
“You did grab the dog gate.” she murmurs, lifting her arms to hug his neck, “So I don’t think I’m the one who insisted, Rooster.”
He didn’t reply, he just smirked and lowered his face to her neck.
–
Beatrice hummed happily, snuggling closer to Bradley’s body as she felt his fingers running up and down her spine, her smile only widening when he lowered the hand just enough to touch the dimples above her butt then go back up, “I liked this gift too.”
His chest jolts with a laugh, “You know, so did I. It’s so good to have gifts that we both can enjoy.” he jokes, dropping a kiss to the top of her head and then pulling back to look down at her face, “How’s your hand?”
“It’s fine. I barely feel anything now.” her body was just so deliciously spent and tingly she couldn’t care less if her hand was hurting anymore, “You are pretty good at distracting me.”
“I do my best, pretty girl.” he replies with a grin, kissing her hair once more, “Anything to have you relaxed.”
“Hm…you know what I noticed?”
“What?”
Beatrice lifts her head from his chest to meet his eyes, “We are going to move into the house next week.” she says, “And we packed…literally nothing.” she looks around her still furnished room, biting her lower lip, “We might work on getting everything done now, you know?”
Shit he completely forgot about that, “...damn you are right.” He couldn't help the ‘I’m not nervous but I kind of am’ laugh that goes past his lips, running his fingers through the sandy brown strands and arching his eyebrows to his hairline, “We better start it tomorrow,I can help you.”
“And I can help you.” she adds quickly, “You won’t have time during the week, Brad…so the more help you get the better,right?” his eyes swiftly move to her bruised hand, but Beatrice just gives him another look, “I’m fine. Nothing I can’t handle.”
His worried glance softened, a proud smile spreading over his lips as his hand came up to rub her cheek, “Of course, pretty girl. Just don’t force yourself too much.” she nodded, leaning into his palm as he kept his eyes on her. Damn they were going to move in together…next week it happened so fast, it didn’t even seem possible how quickly time went by. But he was excited, he was happy, he was going to live with Beatrice and then…well, then they could work on the very next step.
He was still organizing everything, he hoped that by the end of the week - at best the end of next week- he’d be able to write everything down. “We are still going to christen every room in that house.”
Beatrice laughs quietly, leaning on a hand the same way he was, her hair tumbling to the side, “Maybe not every room, right? The guest rooms can escape.” her boyfriend just arches his eyebrow at her, almost like a challenge, “Bradley Nicholas, you are terrible.”
“God I love when you say my full name like that,” he says with a smile, “But yes,I am and I plan to keep that in mind until we actually do it.” Beatrice giggles with her cheeks red, an endearing sight he could never get tired of, “Are you excited?”
“I’m super excited.” she smiles, her eyes shining when she answers him, “I can’t wait really. I…I’m happy. I’m very happy.”
“Me too.” he says once he adjusts himself on the bed, eventually falling back down on the mattress with a sigh, “But we have to sleep it’s…” he lifts his phone, squinting at the brightness and then blinking once his eyes get used to it, “Two fifteen in the morning. We have a lot of things to do tomorrow.”
Beatrice nods, but her smile just gets bigger as she leans closer to his face and kisses his lips over and over, “Okay.” she says against his mouth, biting his lower lip just enough to make him groan a ‘don’t do that’ under his breath, “See you tomorrow.”
“You are evil.” she hears once she falls back on the bed with her back to him, her bare, naked back. Beatrice looks over her shoulder with a grin, one that he just couldn’t stand anymore, “You are so evil.” his arms immediately wrap around her waist, tugging her closer to his chest, making a squeak break out of her mouth and his lips immediately land on the curve of her jaw.
“Sleep, Roos.” she tries to say between soft laughing, lifting her good hand to run her fingers through the strands while his head is still pressed to her neck, “You just said so didn’t you?” he groans in agreement, not letting her go. Eventually she hears his breathing go even, he always fell asleep first no matter the time, looking back just enough to see those long lashes dusting over his cheekbones and his mouth partially open, eyelids moving as he dreamed.
Beatrice just smiled softly, craning her neck enough to press a kiss to his cheek, then dropped her head back down onto the pillow, rubbing his hand that was right on top of her stomach. The thin hairs on the back of his fingers and hand tickled the pads as she brushed the limb slowly, almost as if she wanted him to sleep even harder than normal. Beatrice inhales deeply, closing her eyes with a smile, once again thanking whoever made it possible for all of this to happen.
It seemed like she was turning a page, a fresh new beginning with the man she loved and who loved her just as much. She almost felt like crying, having to bite her lower lip to prevent any sounds from leaving her mouth, but she smiled wider, hearing his soft snoring from behind her and thinking how she couldn’t wait for whatever it was coming their way.
She was sure they’d be ready.
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