#i want a fucking chicken biscuit!!!!
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so bizarreeee to me when businesses don't make certain information easily accessible to its clientele???
like, for a small music store such as (but not limited to) music&arts centers, whyyyy would you not have a clearly stated inclement weather policy on their websites with regard to private lessons?
if your business, say, a restaurant, has to shut down for several weeks renovations or something, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY would you not stick a sign on the door that says so? WHYYYYY would you not make a quick lil social media post explaining why you're closed and how soon you expect to re-open?? literally howwww much fucking sense does it make to just turn out the lights and shut the door without a single word to any of the people who patronize your business???
are there legit reasons why so many places are content to just leave their customers in the dark like that and make them have to go out of their way to contact the owners/managers/etc and ask wtf is going on, if they care enough to ask?
#i'm mad bc bojangles is closed lmfaoooo#not just the one near me but every damn location in the county apparently!!!#which clearly would make someone think theyre just flat out out of business#but then WHYYYY isnt there any info anywhere stating that theyre permanently closed if theyre permanently closed???#and if theyre only temporarily closed WHY ISNT THERE ANY INFO SAYING THEYRE TEMPORARILY CLOSED???#how are you gonna shut down every location of your business in an entire county#and neglect to explain why????#like CLEARLY some big boss man somewhere made a conscious decision to shut down locations in this specific area#and it blows my fucking mind that that person didn't think he needed to idk make a damn twitter post about it or something#i want a fucking chicken biscuit!!!!
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#okay random story time i don't know why im narrating this or how i even stumbled upon this memory rn#but i generally do sad vents in the tags and for a change this is a funny one#so back in highschool (i say highschool but i mean junior college) i used to visit this park near my house a lot#i was an sg kid back then and the thing about parks there is that they're kinda beach-parks and they have the best cycling/running tracks#they're also really massive parks so i used to go often. sometimes bicycling. other times walking. yeah. the park was like my sanctuary#anyway. there are quite a few bike rental areas in the park and there was a cute lil shop next to this one particular rental place#and they sold like biscuits and water and icecreams and stuff and i went there a lot#and on one particular day i went there and there was this guy around my age part timing at that shop#now again this might be culture specific bc i dont see it in india but part timing in uni/pre-uni is pretty common is sg#a lot of shops and restaurants employ teenagers to twenty something ppl for part time jobs... anyway im just adding context#point is that i had walked to the park with my mum that day and she told me to go buy a couple icecreams so i went to the shop#and i saw this guy around my age and like. not to be a simp but this dude was so pretty?#like he saw someone had come to the counter so he looked up and shot a smile and i thought i got slapped by sunlight#i could spend the next several lines going on about his pretty tan skin and his glowing raven eyes but this is pathetic enough so ill stop#anyway he saw me and smiled really wide (customer service smile- i thought to myself) and i smiled back and asked for icecreams or whatever#and then this guy started getting chatty right. so he was all 'you come here (to the park) often right? ive seen you with your bike a lot'#see now. the problem with me is that i always think im bothering people. this poor dude was attempting to make conversation#and i was replying with one word answers#and i wasn't even realizing that he didnt want that. bc he kept asking more questions and i. kept. shutting them down.#then when he gave me the icecream he was all 'are you here alone? icecream alone is no fun... i could keep you company if you want..?'#which. he was being really cute about right. but because im so fucking dense i was all 'oh no i came with my mom actually'#and he went 'aw man' in this really cute but faux sad way which i didnt understand at the time and i left and then#after three full fucking days. i realized this man was tryna hit on me?#and then i went to the park like a week later and he was gone. poof. i even thought of asking the uncle in charge of that place#then i got too embarrassed and chickened out#yeah so turns out my neurodivergence neutralizes any sort of rizz that comes my way#i could've been chilling with a cute boyf rn but no😩 this is my destiny#megumi in the tags
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i wish it was safe online to mention very specific places that i frequent so that i could bitch about the city planning of a half mile stretch of road and also the driving etiquette of private college students and their alumni parents but maybe this vaguepost will get to the one mutual i have who is also from here
#hey hanna.#i have to fight for my fucking life every time i want to get a chicken biscuit before class#i hate the intersection u-turn by target just let me use the median. middle aged woman w highlights in a lifted sedan.#i only brave that road when i want mcdonalds otherwise i cut thru the private college and fantasize abt hitting students
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haven't been able to cook something rlly good or eat my favorite foods in the way that I like them recently and it's doing horrors for my mental health. I would honestly settle for Kraft mac n cheese and dino nuggies rn (I don't like Kraft brand mac n cheese and much prefer homemade but that's ridiculously expensive and dino nuggies are fine I guess but I prefer something crisper like popcorn chicken or McDonald's nuggets)
#i want spaghetti and homemade meat sauce#i want lovingly made enchiladas#i want thick grilled burgers with crisp and bright lettuce#freshly fried wings in buffalo sauce#pulled pork sandwiches#hashbrowns and chicken fried steak and biscuits and gravy#freshly baked pineapple upside down cake#cheerios with frozen blueberries#bleu cheese and celery sticks#sharp and sweet coke with wet burritos and mexican rice and refried beans#tortilla chips and guac#hot fries that are almost soggy with grease and generously battered and fried fish#mashed potatoes and slowly braised beef with a thick gravy#cheese and carbs and meat and veg#im so. fucking. hungry.#and every time i look in the pantry or the fridge to cook something i can't come up with anything#we have no spices no pasta no cheese no nothing#cuz apparently even pepper is too fucking expensive#im gonna die#im gonna literally die#anyways would like to mention that this is all being caused by a new insurance that has been slowly draining every cent from this family#also my bones hurt im gonna scream and rip someone's face off and fucking eat it#even tho it sounds gross im just rlly mad
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Maybe it's just me who thinks its weird because I've yet to see anyone say anything about it but like..
Our Minor League Baseball team here for our city...every so often changes its name to "Honey butter chicken biscuit"
Yknow the food you buy at Whataburger
And maybe it makes sense for our city as we're the birthplace of that bright ol' fast food chain (I forgot about that ngl) but like...
It's weird right?
Like does... Baldwin Park, California have an In and Out baseball team? (That's where In and Out was founded)
Is it just texas
I mean its probably just a thing they were paid to do but I still find it weird
#its fucking wierd because at these games..#its all normal#the announcers say with a straight face “and here comes the Honey Butter chicken biscuits with player blah and blah idk baseball yay sports”#and they wear whataburger jerseys with white and orange strips#stripes*#which yes does make me want whataburger but i always want a patty melt thars normal...#it also really makes me want a orange Creamsicle#i dont associate orange and white with whataburger those are orange Creamsicle's colors#i dont make the rules#please tell me if you thinks its odd#id fucking kill for a patty melt tho#its the best thing there trust me and take my word as gospel and law#and onion rings 🤤#going fucking feral for onion rings#also because whataburger was born out of our texas cowboy hooha...they sponsor EVERYTHING here#our aquarium? paid for by whataburger#i think our science and history museum even has a section there dedicated to whataburger alongside the playground they paid for#we also have the largest whataburger here...its 2 stories and covered in bird shit
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throwback to me getting breakfast for @ladysanjo
#on god i have NEVER seen that restaurant so slammed in my entire life - and i have frequented it quite a bit#the chicken biscuits down here fucking slam - i wanted dear Hev to experience one and almost fucking missed the window for it#because there was legit every old person in a 20 mile radius trying to get their sausage biscuits or whatever at the same time
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My Period cramps are killing me right now is it possible to request Period fluff with any of the Poly!f1 read and the divers (I don’t mind who pick whoever your in the mood for) are just lounging around their home watching movies and taking it easy
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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“Mon amour, where did you put the cookies?”
Lando froze in his spot, his eyes catching yours from across the room as the both of you just stared at each other. You could hear Charles rummaging around in the kitchen just a few feet away, and a silent conversation passed between you and the Brit in the seconds before he replied.
“Uh, I put them in the second cupboard,” Lando called back to him as his cheeks tinted a light pink.
There was more rustling before the noises from the kitchen paused. You could hear footsteps approaching the living room before Charles paused at the threshold, his hands on his hips and his eyes narrowed in suspicion as he stared at the Brit.
“You ate them all, didn’t you?” Charles asked, though the fact he was pretty certain was clear in his voice despite the question.
To his credit, the boy did look sheepish. “You got my favourite.”
Charles frowned. “They weren’t for you, amour.”
“I know but—”
“Charles,” you interrupted from your spot on the couch, a smile growing on your lips at his concern. “It’s fine. I’ll survive without the cookies.”
His brows furrowed together. “Are you sure? Because I can go to the store and get—”
“The ice cream and chocolates and biscuits you got me will be enough,” you said to him before you opened your arms. “I just want you. Both of you. Please?”
You had been feeling shit for the last week and you couldn’t understand why. You were constantly tired and sore, and you were practically burning a hole in your pantry with how quickly you were eating everything. You just felt shit and it fucking sucked.
It was a little notification from Charles’ phone and an unbearable pain in your lower abdomen when you woke up that morning that gave you an answer. You started your period, and the pre-week symptoms were nothing compared to the state you had been since you woke up.
However, whilst your usual plan of attack was to just grin and bear it, your boyfriends had other plans.
They had been mother-henning you since you had walked out the bathroom that morning, and a part of you was almost shy to admit that you liked it. You liked the way Charles ran around like a headless chicken to make sure you had everything you could possibly crave. You liked the way Lando constantly made sure you were comfy. You liked the way they kept track of the painkillers you ate and the way they were taking care of you.
You liked being doted on, even if you’d never say the words aloud.
“Fine,” Charles murmured as he made his way towards the couch, taking the spot to your left as you lifted the blanket to drape over his lap. “But Lando is getting you cookies after the movie.”
“But I’m comfy,” Lando whined as he shuffled towards the couch, squeezing into the other side of you. “This is our lazy day. Going to the store is against the rules.”
You snorted.
“You just have to put on shoes and walk three minutes,” Charles shot back.
“Three minutes is a long time,” Lando retorted, the hint of a smile growing on his lips as he caught your gaze. “I could eat two packets of cookies in that time—ouch!”
You turned to shoot Charles a look, but his smile was innocent.
“What? I thought I saw a mosquito,” Charles shrugged.
You shook your head. “You two are babies.”
“Your babies,” Lando said with a cheesy grin.
“Yeah, yeah,” you murmured before you sprawled yourself over the boys. Neither one of them had any complaints as you shifted around, finding a comfy spot with your head in Charles’ lap and your legs thrown across Lando’s. “What movie did you pick?”
“That stupid vampire one you like,” Lando grumbled as his hands rested on your knees, his fingers aimlessly tapping and tracing random shapes.
“Twilight isn’t stupid,” you shot back.
“It’s a bit stupid, mon ange,” Charles murmured as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, as though it softened the blow.
“You both are just jealous of Edward Cullen,” you huffed.
“Yeah, it doesn’t help that you ogle the guy,” Lando commented but there was a playful tone. “But I guess we can watch all five for you.”
Your lips twitched upwards. “I knew there was a reason I loved you both.”
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Hobie nurses you back to health.
Feat: the cats
Pairing: Hobie Brown x f!reader / Spider-Punk x f!reader
Word count: 2.2k
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, fluff, description of sickness, established relationship.
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A continuation of this fic but you don't need to read it to understand this one.
*I don't consent to having my work translated/ published on other platforms*
Carefully swinging from building to building, Hobie clutches the fragile bag in his hand, careful not to spill a drop of the precious chicken soup from your favourite deli.
Before he left for patrol in the morning, you already felt the sickness crawling in your throat, so much so you didn't kiss Hobie goodbye that morning, in case you got him sick. He didn't want to leave you alone at first, but you insisted that it's probably just hay fever. And you're not alone, you've got your three little gremlins with you to keep you company.
You know that the city needed Spider-Punk more than you needed your boyfriend. That's why Hobie's so adamant in taking care of you now that his patrol is over, and all seems to be quiet around the city. All his attention is now on you, and making you better.
Hobie finally reaches your flat, he perches himself on your fire escape, peeking through your dimly lit bedroom, he sees your folded form buried under a mountain of blankets. Your air purifier puffs out clouds directly at your contorted face. He hates seeing you like this, he should've taken a break in his patrol, if it weren't for this week's villain, he would've had the time to check up on you.
He feels bad leaving you alone in this state.
Hobie opens your window, a gust of much needed fresh air enters your room, an orange glow hits your face directly.
You groan in your bed when the late afternoon sun shines directly at your sensitive eyes; shielding yourself from the light, you turn around lifting the heavy blankets over your head.
Hobie lifts his mask over his head "Hey, I bought you chicken soup" he softly says in case your ears are also sensitive.
" 'm not hungry" your voice muffled by the blankets over your face.
Hobie looks at the discarded bottle of medicine, empty packets of paracetamol, and a moist rag next to your bed. But no dirty plates or glass near you, you haven't eaten anything since he left.
Hobie sits down next to you, before he settles down, he hears a hiss on top of your body.
Crowley opens his bright emerald eyes, the only thing that Hobie sees of the cat; with the dark blankets and dimly lit room, Crowley's fur perfectly camouflages on top of you. The little dark void stands up as if he's challenging Hobie.
"Oi, we're on the same side, I'm gonna take care of her" Hobie scolds the hell spawn.
Your arm reaches out of the mountain of blankets to pet Crowley, calming him down.
Hobie grabs the end of the blanket, pulling it down to see your face. He touches your forehead lightly to feel your temperature. You're hot, dangerously so, even with his glove he still feels the warmth.
"Fuck lovey, you're burning up" Hobie's voice echoes with concern.
"Hmm?" You look at him with your half lidded eyes. "Hey baby, when'd you get here?" You're delirious, you feel like your mouth's full of cotton, hot air comes out of your nose.
"Shit, we need to lower your temperature" he leaves the soup on top of your side table, tissues and bottles fall on the floor to make room for the warm soup.
He leaves briefly to go to your bathroom, filling up your bathtub with cold water. Crowley makes biscuits on your blanket covered chest.
Hobie comes back, seeing the scene in front of him he stops for a moment to take a mental picture of it. He rushes to you flipping your blankets away from you, Hobie sees in his peripheral that Crowley moved away before getting smacked in the face. That's definitely gonna bite him back, literally and figuratively. He'll apologize to him later, right now he needs to get you to your bathtub ASAP.
When the blankets are pulled away from you, a chill runs through you, a second later heat rushes throughout your body. You feel hot and cold at the same time. The fever clouds your mind; you mumble in Hobie's chest as he carries you.
Hobie carefully sits you down on the edge of the tub, he crouches down next to you with a wet rug in his hand. You can hear the loud rush of water behind you.
"Hnng" You cover your sensitive ears, Hobie sees your reaction, he quickly shuts off the tap, concern on his face.
He carefully holds your chin up so you're facing him. "This is gonna be cold, I'm sorry" he dabs the cloth on your forehead, testing your reaction.
You instinctively flinch away from the cold, "oww" Your joints cry out in pain, every muscle in your body protests against the cold rag. But you don't flinch away when he lays the cold rag against your collarbone.
"That's it, lovey, taking it like a champ"
Hobie opens a couple of buttons on your pajama shirt so he could wipe your chest. He hears a mewl from behind him, Crowley sits elegantly on your countertop, eyes judging Hobie.
Hobie looks over his shoulder, "yeah, yeah I'm being careful" He talks to your cat like he understands his meows.
Crowley answers with a louder meow "Yes, I will wipe behind her bloody ears, d' you think you could do any better?" Hobie raises the rag towards Crowley.
Crowley scrunches his nose at the rag, "I didn't think so" Hobie squares off with your cat, Hobie continues to carefully wipe your arms as Crowley stares daggers at his back.
You stare at Hobie curiously, in your state you have no idea if you're just imagining your boyfriend having an argument with your cat.
You hold on to Hobie's strong shoulder, getting his attention. "Are you fighting with Crowley?" You tilt your head questioningly.
Hobie smiles that you're finally aware of your surroundings, "There's my girl," he pecks your sweaty forehead. "He's being a little shit, that's why"
Your eyes widen "you can understand him?! Is that part of your spidey powers?" You shake his shoulder weakly.
"Love," He pinches the bridge of his nose "I don't even know how to answer that" he squeezes out the excess water from the rag to trickle down on your head.
"Ack! Hobie!" You glare daggers at him, mimicking what Crowley might look like behind him.
"Just a little bit of water," he wipes little droplets off your eye lids with his thumb. "How do you feel? Better, yeah?"
You drop your head on his shoulder with a thud, "tired" you sigh, snuggling further into the crook of his neck.
Hobie hugs you, he kisses the side of your head affectionately, rubbing your back he feels your fever sweat through your thin pajama shirt.
You cringe when you feel him tugging up at your drenched shirt, "I'm sorry, I'm such a mess" your voice vibrates against Hobie's skin.
"Don't be, this is nothing compared to what I've seen 'round pubs" he cradles your head, moving stray hairs away from your tacky skin. "I need to change you out of those clothes, yeah?"
"If you wanted to rip my clothes off, you should have said so" you teasingly said with your hoarse voice.
Hobie chuckles at your sense of humor, despite your sickness. "When you're better, I'll do just that"
Lifting your head away from his shoulder, you stare at him lovingly "I better get… better then" fumbling over your words. You give him your sickenly sweet smile.
After a change of clothes, a much needed toothbrush and change of linens; Hobie guides you back to bed, with Crowley following closely behind.
"Good, the soup's still hot"
Recognizing the packaging of the soup, you instantly perk up "Is that from Tom's deli?"
"Yeah, you should have seen old Tom's face when I came in as Spider-Punk" he sits down next to you as you prop yourself up to a sitting position.
"Did he look giddy?" You make grabbing hands towards the tupperware. You feel a little bit better, still feverish though.
"Giddy as a school girl, he even asked for a bloody selfie" Hobie opens the lid, the familiar savory smell wafts through your room, relaxing your muscles.
You giggle at the mental image, "did he get it? The picture with you?"
"Yeah, in exchange he didn't let me pay for it, even though I was shoving him money"
You imagine the entire interaction between the two, both being stubborn as they are, you would pay money to see it.
Hobie takes a spoonful of the soup, blowing on it carefully before he feeds it to you. You don't protest, even though you feel good enough to feed yourself. Hobie's being so sweet and sensitive you let it slide this time.
You haven't seen this side of him before, sure he's always sweet on you, but this? He's been so attentive to your needs and your pain, you can't help but love him even more. You never heard a single complaint or scolding for making him take care of you, just for that you're already thankful for. You feel his love shine through with every caress, and concerned look.
As you swallow the soup, you can't help when a sob breaks through, fat tears slide down your cheeks.
"Shit, was it still hot?" Crowley loudly meows at Hobie, as if to say: what did you do now? Hobie ignores the cat. "Love, are you okay? Where are you hurting?"
You shake your head, "nothing hurts, it's silly, I'm sorry" you wipe your tears with your sleeves as you avoid eye contact.
Hobie puts down the bowl on the nightstand to carefully cup your tear stained cheeks. "Hey, it's not silly, please tell me. Y'know you can tell me anything" his heart hurts with every tear you let out, "if you're not ready to tell me it's okay, just know I'm here, yeah?"
You finally look at him with a brave face, you exhale and finally let it go "I love you" you feel heat behind your eyes, the fever's crawling up again. "So much Hobie Brown, and it's not the fever talking. It's okay if you don't say it back, just wanted you to know"
Saying it loudly for the first time turns your arms and legs into jelly, the three words send shivers down your spine. And yet you stare at him directly, waiting for his reaction.
He feels slightly offended at your last comment, how dare you think he doesn't love you enough to not say it back to you. "You're a bloody idiot"
Your face falls, before you could think of the worst, he kisses you suddenly, it's messy and fast, your teeth clashing with his, you feel his lip ring against your lips. Pulling away first, breathlessness clings to you, if it wasn't for the flu affecting your lungs you would've lasted longer.
Hobie holds your face tenderly "Fuck you for ever thinking that I won't say it back," He swipes at the beads of sweat on your forehead, "Because I've said it a hundred times in my head. I love you" he kisses your tacky cheeks, "I love you," he pecks your nose, you chuckle at his kisses. "I love you," he kisses the corner of your eye "I love you, so fucking much" he confesses.
You let out a sigh of relief, holding the back of his neck as you guide him towards your shoulder, hugging him tightly you feel the roughness of his suit. He sighs into your hug, he feels a heavy weight lifted off his shoulders. You wish you could hold him in your arms forever, protected and loved.
The other two cats trudge in your room nonchalantly. Hobie feels eyes on his back, he cranes his neck to look at Crowley.
Crowley stares at Hobie, he moves his tail from side to side before he curls against himself. While Crumpet and Teacup jump over to your nightstand to smell your soup.
"He's warming up to you" you sniff while caressing his cheek.
"He watched over you, while I was gone. Can't say the same thing to those two though" Hobie moves his head towards the couple sniffing at your food. "Oi bloody leeches, couldn't even bother watching over your sick mum, huh"
Teacup jumps at Hobie's raised voice, while Crumpet's paw wipes at her face. Hobie translates that action to being ashamed from his scolding.
"Yeah, you better be ashamed" Hobie glares at the two cats.
"Stop picking fights with them" you giggle.
He reluctantly pulls away from your warmth, "they deserve a scolding" Hobie grabs the bowl again "now let's get you up and running again, yeah?"
You nod, grinning ear to ear.
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A few weeks later, with Hobie's help you're finally strong enough to go jogging again. After your run, you head towards Tom's deli to grab your usual. To your surprise, you see Spider-Punk and Tom's picture above the stove, Hobie holding your soup in his hand while his free arm hangs over Tom's shoulders,Tom widely smiles making a peace sign. Tom sees you staring at the picture, he skips over to you, telling the story behind the picture while he shows it off, pride coating his voice. Your smile gets bigger with every wild gesture he makes.
A/n: hope you liked it! And yes Crowley is named after Neil Gaiman's Crowley. As always likes and reblogs are appreciated ❤️❤️❤️
*picture above is from pinterest*
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Pregnancy Cravings - Meet The Harlow’s
Context: Peanut butter chicken?
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 700+
Warnings: n/a
Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist
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You hated being pregnant.
Hated it.
You felt like a blimp, considering your size and how far along you were. You were roughly between six to seven months, and at this point, you really wished that the little thing would just come on out.
Maybe a premature baby was okay.
Not only did the pregnancy come with a size change, but a clothing change. No longer were you able to fit into the crop tops and items you usually wore around your shared home with Jack. As much as you wanted to wear your old clothing, Jack made it a good point that by wearing them, you’d stretch out the material, which would ultimately ruin your wardrobe once returning back to your “normal” size.
At least you hoped that’s what would happen.
Pregnancy weight was not a good look on you, in your personal opinion, although Jack found you hella attractive.
“Mamas, you look good, I swear. As a matter of fact, I take that back, you look sexy. Do I have to dick you down to prove it?”
Needless to say, Jack kept his word.
Another thing about your pregnancy that made you raise a question was your cravings.
Sure, you had heard the many stories about the different combinations, peanut butter and pickles, boiled eggs with horseradish, but peanut butter chicken?
Peanut butter chicken. The same food combination you shamed Jack for when you both started dating and he was comfortable around you.
“Come on babe, don’t knock it til you try it, it’s really good.”
“Jack, that’s utterly disgusting. I could never eat that.”
Oh, how the turn tables.
You and Jack were currently laying in bed, your head laying on his chest while he drew patterns over your pregnant belly.
“What do you want to eat mamas? It’s almost lunchtime.”
“I don’t know baby. Nothing sounds good right now.”
“Chick Fil A?”
“Nope.”
“McDonald's?”
“Not that either.”
“Popeyes?”
“Hell no.”
“That’s not what you said yesterday. You were fuckin up those chicken wings and that dry ass biscuit.”
“Your dick’s gonna be dry if you don’t shut up.” You looked up at your husband whose eyes went wide, making a motion to zipper his mouth shut and throw away the key.
“You know… I actually have a craving for something really weird.” You looked up at Jack again, who’s mouth still mocked being zippered shut.
“Ohmygod, Jack, you can speak.” You smacked his arm, laughing as he gasped for air.
“Phew, I was running out of air.”
“Yeah, you mouth breather.”
“You love me though.” He spoke, kissing you on the forehead.
“I’ll love you even more if you make me peanut butter chicken with veggies please.” You spoke, smiling up at your husband.
“I remember there was a time you thought that was gross. Going as far as to say “That’s utterly disgusting. I could never eat that.”.”
“Yeah yeah, well, now I’m pregnant out the ass. And this pregnant momma wants her peanut butter chicken with veggies.” You gave him a stern look, to which he immediately hopped up from bed and saluted you.
“Yes ma’am.” You laughed as he disappeared out of the room, shaking your head at your goofy husband. You hoped your child would take after him, especially his personality. Just not his big head.
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To say you were hungry was an understatement. As soon as you sat down at the table, you dug into your food, moaning at the satisfaction from your tastebuds. Jack looked at you, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t you say a damn word.”
“Listen, I’m just saying, you used to shame me about my peanut butter chicken, and now you’re moaning like I just blew your back-“ The words silenced from his mouth as a fork whirled past his head, his eyes turning around to eye the utensil that clattered on the floor.
“What the fuck was that?!”
“It got you to shut up, didn’t it? Now, please get me another one so I can finish this delicious meal my beautiful husband cooked for me, whose dick I’ll be sucking later.” You spoke firmly, staring directly into Jack’s eyes.
He got up immediately, moving to pick up the fork from the floor and place it in the sink, grabbing a clean utensil from the drawer.
“If I had known that my peanut butter chicken would take you this far, I would have made it a long time ago for you.”
“Yeah yeah, don’t get your hopes up. I’ll probably hate it after giving birth.”
“Dang it.”
#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow#jack harlow fanfic#jack harlow blurb#jack harlow fic#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow scenario#jack harlow fanfiction#meet the harlows
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[Boys Night Out]
Keegan : What kinda restaurant is this bruh?
Ajax : It’s a French restaurant, they got croissants
Kick : What? We’re gonna eat ratatouille?
Grim : We bout to eat rat
Waiter!Y/N : Bonjour
Grim : What is that?
Neptune : They said something about food
Hesh : They been eating baguettes
Waiter!Y/N : Here’s your menus *throws the menus*
Keegan : See man, this what I’m talking about— you saying we at a French restaurant. This mf speaking American!
Torch : Who gives a shit bro
Logan : Hand me that menu— *looks at the menu* what the f— are these words? What kinda language is this?
Ajax : It’s French—
Torch : Where’s the drinks at?
Ajax : Bottom left
Torch, trying to read : BWA— boires?
Grim : I think it’s boyers— the drinks
Waiter!Y/N : Oh yeah, les boires that’s the drinks—
Grim : I know it’s the fuckin drinks asshole, I just said that. you don’t have to be a smartass bout it
Waiter!Y/N, confused and offended :
Logan : Just give me some damn water
Waiter!Y/N : I don’t get paid enough for this *walk away to get the drink*
Kick : So what you wanna order?
Neptune : I’m studying the French dictionary real quick
Kick : You can’t study a dictionary bro
Neptune : fym you can’t study a dictionary? It’s a BOOK
Neptune : Look when the waiter come back imma be like— lemme get the—
Neptune : “Biscuit chickenne”
Ajax : They don’t have chicken biscuits
Neptune : You fucking blind— look on the menu. “Bisque” in English that translates to BISKIT
Grim : You dumbass— that’s not a chicken biscuit! That’s chicken bisque— it’s SOUP🤌
Neptune : Look I know biscuit when I see it, I’m ordering this shit
Hesh : Fuck it man order whatever you want
Torch : I’m getting the snails
Waiter!Y/N : Are y’all dumb shits ready to order?
Torch : Yeah lemme get the escargots de bourgogne
Waiter!Y/N : Bourgogne? We got a fuckin goofster in here
Torch : GOOFSTER?!
Keegan : Whatever tf you just ordered, you gon need a toothbrush
Waiter!Y/N : y’all the goof troop?
Logan : Goof troop?
Waiter!Y/N : What kinda bullshit you bout to order?
Torch : yeah lemme get the.. chicken bisque— with no soup, double biscuit, extra gluten
Waiter!Y/N : THE BISQUE ISN’T BREAD DUMBASS! IT DON’T HAVE GLUTEN OR BISCUIT!
Torch : Quit being stupid
Waiter!Y/N : I give up *throws the name tag away, flip a finger, then walk out the door*
#Cod#Call of duty#Call of duty x reader#call of duty incorrect quotes#cod incorrect quotes#cod x reader#Call of duty ghosts#cod ghosts#Cod Keegan#Cod Ajax#Cod Kick#Cod Neptune#Cod Hesh#Cod Logan#Cod Grim#Cod Torch#Cod Keegan x reader#Cod Logan x reader#Cod Hesh x reader#Cod Kick x reader#Cod Ajax x reader#Cod Neptune x reader#Cod Torch x reader#Cod Grim x reader#Original audio/prompts belongs to Sethical on YouTube | Series : Baku Season 5– Chicken Bisque#🦋 | Think I’ll miss you forever | Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky
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okay but what about jason coming home after a rough patrol and he's tired and needy and he's been thinking about the reader all day and he's just a hot mess and he wants the reader to take care of him
Also I fucking love your softdom!jason and gentlegiant!jason stuff, you're writing is amazing, and all your other stuff is really good too!
"Princess?"
"What's wrong, Jaybird?" you murmur, padding around the corner. Coming to cuddle him.
Jason grumbled and pulled you close. "Just want a hot bath. Maybe a snuggle."
"I can do that," you hum, "Let's get naked, huh? Get you out of all that?"
"Don't want you to see-"
"Lights off and some candles, Jaybird," you tell him. "I made some dinner. Fried Chicken? And there's biscuits. Do you want to eat first or-"
"Bath first," he murmured, pulling away from you to go to the bathroom "Sore-"
"Epsom salt," you call, letting him go to get settled. Get comfortable before you come help him. Taking time to make him a plate and set it up to get warm in the oven so it would be ready when he wanted food.
When he felt you coming, calm and happy to help him, ready to fuss over him. Love him. He exhaled slowly and situated himself so you could sit with him. Wrap yourself around him and smother him just a little. He wanted to be smothered by you. To have his baby drown out all the things echoing in his head.
And when you come join him, feeling your way to what he needs from you, he lets you in. Lets you take all the feelings he can't find a place for and sort them out. Gently prizing them away from him as you scratch lightly at his scalp and let him hold you, squeezing you to him like a beloved childhood toy.
"Feels good princess," he rumbled, smudging a sloppy kiss against your shoulder.
"Let me take it, baby?" you coax. "Let me make it all better."
"Please?" he murmured. "Make me feel better let me- I can't think i just want-"
"Don't think, Jaybird," you soothe. "Just feel." you put your hand against his heart and press his against yours. Reminding him to breathe. To just take it in. To let you help him. "What do you feel, Jay?"
"You," he said, smiling a little, claiming your lips in a kiss. "I just feel my princess. All heart. Worryin' about me."
"I still don't get how that makes you horny," you tease.
"Baby girl," he chuckled, "you could sneeze and I'd get a little hard."
"How-"
"All I need is you," he rumbled. "And maybe something to eat every once in a while."
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Coming up with yummy pizzas I want to eat: A list
Warning: This aint no fancy shmancy italiano list, this is american fusion. Anything goes.
#1
Shaved steak, red onion and roasted bell pepper pizza with melted provalone bechamel sauce and cheddar cheese. On a strong thin crust.
#2
A breakfast style pizza with a biscuit crust, white pepper gravy sauce, cheddar and pepperjeck, with chorizo and french fries on top. Pan fried, babyyy.
#3
Buffalo coated chicken (thighs ONLY) and shaved red onions on top of a mix of gouda and provalone, over a creamy ranch. This one requires stuffed crust.
#4
Cheddar bechamel. Cavatappi boiled just aldente. Shredded american over top with extra cheddar bechamel. Little smokies. Garlic oil drizzle. A little chopped basil. Deep dish this.
#5
Crispy bacon quarter strips, cheddar, cream cheese, chopped jalapeno, french fries, mozzarella, and then some italian breadcrumbs because fuck you this is a bar style pizza.
#6
Indian curry, spicy with chopped braised chicken thighs and cauliflower, cubed paneer, a little bit of mozzerella to take over the melt factor, and sliced seared lamb on top. Raita on the side to dip. Oven bake this one.
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Dungeon Meshi - Quick Reacts (CHAPTER 9: ORCS)
On today’s installment, we’re eating-- OH NO
HMMMMMM.
You reap what you sow. You carry what you reap.
noooooOOOO OH MY GOD
SENSHI. AN UNMANNED VEGETABLE STAND? IN A DUNGEON? That’s the most Japanese-countryside thing I’ve ever fucking heard oh no....ooooh no.
she’s right though. look at that cabbage.
this is how some people in real life be reacting when you bring up eating healthy too.
GET UR HANDS OFF OF MY GIRL SHE MIGHT BE A NERD BUT SHE’S RIGHT
maybe the orcs want the vegetables.
Marcille was looking............respectfully.
.......she’s such a handsome girl, that dragon. I know she ate Fallin but man. I love her.
wHEEZE “Man, she’s ugly”
Yeah, hairless and without tusks? Makes sense.
these guys don’t play around. I guess I kinda get it but.
he had a plan. The plan was - BREAD.
Initially I was surprised that this encampment seems so... barebones. But I suppose this isn’t their permanent housing. They’re literally fleeing from a dragon, so it makes sense that this is more like a refugee situation.
I’m INTRIGUED I tell you.
AND THEIR LITTLE TAILS OOOOOH
Absolutely incredible. Dad really said “It’s Critical Race Theory time, buddy.”
The awkward atmosphere is PERFECT but what’s more perfect is that the chicken don’t give a fuck.
oh she’s being SMART about it. They’re totally using this kid as a way to bargain.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I will nitpick ONE thing. ONE THING only.
Unless you’re buttering those biscuits, it’s stupid for basic bread to be so fluffy and shiny. This part, at least, is very specifically coming from the fact that Japan has very few breads that are hardier than Wonderbread. It frustrates me to no end that every single bread I pick up at the store over here comes in only two varieties - White Fluff or Stone-hard Baguette.
Bread made from basic flour (is it refined? I somehow doubt it. It should be whole grain.) and water and starter should be sourdough-like This bubbly bread-imposter has never met a sourdough loaf in its life, and I resent it.
love a good paneling without any dialogue.
Don’t worry Laios, I believe in you.
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dungeon meshi final chapter out, cant wait for ur opinion........
I love this question I have been dying to answer this okay so. First of all, I waited the entire day for the dungeon update to drop, I was clutching my pearls and sweating and actually shedding skin and molting and losing hair just for it to drop. Around 4 or 5 pm I start to get hungry as fuck and I don’t have money so I post the adopts to buy chicken and eventually I can afford the chicken so I order the fried chicken and it arrived at around like 6 pm, I have my fried chicken next to me and I really want to eat it because I hadn’t ate anything else that day other than like the 2 biscuits that came with the order and I had been cleaning the house earlier so I was just making hunger through the entire process. I decide that it’d be magical if I waited for the update to come out and be eating at the same time as I’m reading like a grown ass man watching the superbowl right, and so I wait, and I wait , and I keep waiting and I know in the bottom of my starving feeble little heart that the raws came out late as hell and that EverydayHeroes was working their machinery like crazy to typeset and translate the entire thing so of course it’d come out like late but I still persisted, I didn’t ate my chicken becuase i wanted to keep waiting and hoping the update would come out, 9/10pm rolls around and my boyfriend is back to his home and We hang out for like 3 hours while I’m still persistently waiting on the background for the update to drop, nothing, then I realize my food had like fries on it also so I decide to eat the fries and leave the chicken for the update, then Like at ariund 11:30 pm I’m hungry as hell and I decide okay whatever man I’m eating the chicken already so I eat it and I assume the update will come out tomorrow right okay. Then at like nearly 2 am I say goodnight to my man and I turn the Intelligence Pad off and I’m ready to go to bed but like a swarm of wild pack of roaches approache me in the shape of a discord notification to tell me that the update dropped and that I need to read it ASAP, and so I’m laying on my fucking bed with no food or life or anything to read the update As fast as I could, and after I finish reading it one comically huge tear drop falls down my cheek as I realize that Ryoko made laios so damn hot on those last drawings with the medieval art style like damn she hunker him up to the max I just know he was eating gooooood. But yes no it was a very sweet ending I think the funny part is that it ended in a very predictable way liek all of this was set up since like chaoters 40 or something and we all thought “nahhh that seems to cliche like there’s goign tobe a grand ending to this” but I think the grandness was the friends and Food and cannibalism we made along the way. It was good as hell I love a good happy ending I can’t wait for the anime to drop
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What’s your go to fast food meal?
this is a fun question, thank you!! i always order the same things at places once i find something i like, so this turned into an absurdly detailed response very quickly
i think my most-eaten meal lately is two double cheeseburgers and a large diet coke because the burgers are BOGO for 29c. if i’m feeling particularly frisky and fat-walleted i’ll get the bakers dozen cookie tote.
in an alternate timeline where budgets don’t exist, i’d be getting a large DQPC meal mayo and pickles only, with a large diet coke, two mcchickens add mustard no lettuce, and either a cookie tote or two of whatever the specialty pies are
i eat McDonalds every day so naturally that’s where my mind went, my go-to orders elsewhere (in order from most to least frequent visits) are:
Tim Horton’s: XL coffee 3 creams, 2 sugars, 1 caramel and a sausage egg and cheese sandwich on a biscuit, every day with very few exceptions. once every couple months i’ll do McDonalds instead and get whatever breakfast sandwich deal they have - usually $2 sausage egg and cheese mcgriddle - and a large vanilla iced coffee
i eat at one of the places listed below maybe once every couple weeks:
BK: 3 to 6 rodeo burgers add mayo add fresh onion, large diet coke, sometimes a hershey pie
Wendy’s: $5 Biggie Bag - which is a double stack, 4 nuggets, small fry, small diet coke; if i wanna splurge i’ll get a large Dave’s Double combo no lettuce no ketchup, large diet coke, medium frosty
Taco Bell: i checked the app to be able to use the actual names of the things i usually order from Taco Hell but i just learned the chicken things i used to get every time are no longer on the fucking menu so i don’t know what i like at Taco Bell anymore and i’m a little salty rn. first they took away my grilled shredded chicken burritos with extra avocado ranch away from me, now this? what the fuck
KFC: two famous bowls and at least 8 hot sauce packets for each bowl, then stop at McDonalds for a large diet coke
Popeyes: blackened chicken tenders (whatever the best meal promo is), red beans and rice, blackened ranch for dipping, something sweet but i change it up every time, large sweet tea from Popeyes or a large diet coke from McDonalds
Checker’s: two large orders of mozzarella sticks, big buford no lettuce, large diet coke, large fries, funnel cake fries or brookie
everything else i eat in a day is normally freezer food - pizza rolls, waffles, uncrustables - or ubereats delivery. i also order the exact same things from the same 3 places on rotation when i order delivery. i don’t have an adequate kitchen to cook how i want to where i live right now but it gives me something to look forward to having someday 🤷🏻♀️
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Birds of a Feather- Chapter 2
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader
Summary: you're stationed at Top Gun with your brother's long time best friend/your forever crush, Bradley. When you finally realized that your feelings were unrequited, you settled for Adrian. But what happens when Rooster reveals the truth about the man you thought loved you endlessly?
A/N: HI GUYS! I'M BACK!! This is my new series because i am an absolute hoe for Rooster, so I'm gifting this to all of you. I will be coming back to Anything But Free as well, I just needed to get this out of my head. I promise I will try to make the other chapters longer!
Warnings: fluff, pining, cheating, language, angst
Word Count: 2,617
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Rooster’s POV
Rooster hadn’t slept for more than an hour. When he finally did fall asleep around 4am, all he did was dream of you. By the time he woke, he had resolved that today, he would tell you everything. There was the possibility of losing you, sure. But even that was better than watching a cheating pig like Adrian use you over and over again. He got dressed into his running clothes so he could at least jog to your house to plan what he was going to say. As he stepped outside, locked his door, and began running, the intrusive thoughts returned.
There was no easy way to tell you that the man you’d loved for so long couldn’t care less about your feelings. The man you’d given so much, and from whom you’d received nothing in return. The man who broke your heart over and over again while Rooster picked up the pieces and put you back together. His brain was so full of thoughts and anxiety, he hadn’t even realized he was at your door.
Reader’s POV
As soon as you open your front door, Rooster envelopes you in one of his famous Bradshaw hugs. The moment his arms are around you, something inside you snaps and the dam breaks. You start sobbing, and Rooster picks you up and carries you to the kitchen. He sets you on the counter, staring at you.
“Are you- Do I smell biscuits and gravy?”
You laugh through your tears, “I made it for Adrian since it’s our anniversary but he won’t be home for breakfast. I was going to bring it to work for you.”
Rooster shakes his head, laughing with you, “you’re the best. And I will eat it later if you still want me to. But right now, I have to talk to you before I chicken out.”
He stands in front of you, taking your hands in his. “What I’m about to tell you is a big deal. If you never want to see me again because I’m the one telling you, I’m okay with that. I just couldn’t forgive myself if I let this go on any longer.”
You watch him cautiously, cocking an eyebrow, “Bradley, you’re freaking me out.”
He takes a deep breath and lets out in one breath, “Adrian is cheating on you.”
“He’s what?” You let out a nervous laugh, unsure of how else to react, “what are you talking about?”
“Like eight months ago, remember when you had pneumonia and you wouldn’t let anyone come over because you didn’t want them to get sick? You were upset because Adrian said he was working or some shit and he wouldn’t bring you soup. Well, he wasn’t sick. He was at the Hard Deck.”
Your heart sinks like it did earlier when you received Adrian’s text, “why would he lie to me about that? He could have just told me.”
“He lied because he didn’t want you to know he was there. He was there with another woman. I caught them fucking in the bathroom. He saw me and told me that you’d never believe me. And if you did, you would never trust me again because I ruined your relationship.”
You sit in silence for a few minutes, staring at your shoes and avoiding your best friend’s gaze. After a few minutes, he speaks up again.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No.”
“Do you want to stay here?”
“Where else am I gonna go, Roo?” You finally make eye contact with him, his eyes pleading with yours.
“You can stay with me. I’ll help you move your stuff, we can carpool to work, it’ll be great.”
You feel warmth in your cheeks, but your smile falters almost immediately, “Why would he do this to me? Do I deserve this?”
Bradley wraps you in his arms again, kissing your forehead like he always does, “of course not, sweet girl. You only deserve happiness. He did this because he is spineless, and he doesn’t understand how wonderful you are. You are sunshine. When you walk in the room, everyone smiles. Adrian is selfish. You deserve someone who will take care of you.” Someone like me, his inner voice chimes in.
You take a deep breath to steel your nerves, “we should get ready for work.”
“I already called Mav and explained everything. We’re off the hook for today. He told me to take care of you. So, what do you want to do?”
“I think I need to leave him, Roo. I’m so tired. All this time he’s just been tolerating everything I do for him. I can’t do this anymore. This is the end.”
He squeezes you tightly one last time, “I’m gonna call a moving truck and have them come meet us here while we start packing your stuff. You’re gonna stay with me. It’s gonna be great.” Rooster picks up his phone and heads into the other room, making arrangements. You slowly slide off the counter and walk around the home you shared with the man you thought would be your endgame. You run your fingers along the walls, looking at the photos you’ve taken together. With Rooster’s bombshell, you’re noticing new details. How Adrian’s smile never really reached his eyes. How, on the few times he put his arm around you, it was possessive, like he was holding you in place. On the other end of the spectrum, there were photos where you were leaning on him, and he wasn’t returning the affection at all. He was simply supporting your weight.
When you reach your bedroom, you grab your suitcase set from under your bed. It was a gift from Adrian for your one-year anniversary when you’d made plans to go to Cabo together. A trip that had never happened because he’d “had to work.” Now, you wondered how many times he’d used that excuse on the phone with you with another woman’s tongue down his throat.
You went to your closet and started mindlessly packing your clothes into your suitcase, dissociating from the activity. Every so often, you find a t-shirt or hoodie of Adrian’s in the mix of your stuff, and you carefully fold it and put it on his side of the bed. You know with every fiber of your being that if you allowed any part of Adrian to slip through the cracks, you would forgive everything he had put you through.
You don’t know how long it’s been when Rooster puts a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.
“Sorry! I just wanted to tell you movers will be here soon. They’ll bring boxes for everything and pack it really carefully and bring it to my house. When we finish packing your clothes, we can get lunch and drive to my- our house.” He gives you a sweet smile before helping you continue to pack. When you fill up your largest suitcase, you move onto your smaller suitcases and pack your lighter clothes and accessories in them. Periodically, Rooster will hold up an article of your clothing and ask if you think he can pull it off, earning a small smile from you. Otherwise, you work in silence, both of you unable to fill the void that you feel in your heart. Eventually, the movers arrive and Rooster lets them in and explains the situation, then returns to finish helping you.
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Rooster’s POV
He’s helping you pack your last few items, when suddenly you speak up.
“Roo… Why are you helping me?”
Because I love you! His inner monologue screams. He bites his lip, continuing to fold your clothes.
“Because you’re my best friend. I care about you. Because I should have told you sooner. And… because it’s what my dad would’ve done.”
“Oh… Well why did you think I wouldn’t forgive you for telling me?”
Rooster takes a deep breath, putting your last pair of pants in your suitcase. “Adrian… He got in my head. He told me that if I told you what was going on, you would blame me for your relationship ending.”
You bite your lip, letting a nervous laugh slip out as you look around the bedroom which was now devoid of your belongings.
“Bradley… You realize that’s silly, right? He’s the reason the relationship is ending. He cheated. He just can’t handle taking the blame for something for once in his fucking life. He knows you’re too good to not tell me, so he manipulated you. That’s what he-” The sound of a car door closing cuts you off, and you look at your best friend with wide eyes.
“It’s okay, we have all of your stuff and the movers are gonna finish up. We can go. You don’t have to say anything to him.” He takes all of your suitcases in his hands with ease, and you follow him to the staircase.
“Baby? Are you here?” You hear your now-ex call from the foyer.
You shrink behind Bradley as you round the corner and begin your trek down the stairs.
“Y/N? What’s going on?”
“I-” Bradley shakes his head, turning slightly to give you a look.
“What the fuck does it look like, Adrian? She’s leaving you. You fucked up for the last time.”
Adrian scoffs, sending shivers up your spine, “yeah? And I suppose you’re gonna take care of her, big man? She’ll never forgive you. You did this.”
Bradley starts to say something, but you dodge around him and come face-to-face with the man you once loved.
“He didn’t do shit, Adrian. He didn’t cheat on me. He didn’t abandon me when I needed him most. He didn’t laugh at me with his friends. He didn’t ditch me on anniversaries, birthdays, when I was sick, just to fuck someone else. Bradley is the only one in this house who cares about me. The only thing he did was spare me from thinking you were my forever. Fuck you, and fuck everything I ever let you put me through.” Holding back tears, you pull out your favorite photo of the two of you, from your very first date at the Santa Monica Pier. You rip it into pieces while maintaining eye contact with him, then drop it to the floor.
You walk out of your house and hop in the passenger’s seat of Rooster’s car, and the dam breaks. Every emotion you’ve felt today comes pouring out, and you start sobbing. The loss of everything you thought you had comes crashing down, and you struggle to breathe between your sobs. You hear Bradley close the tailgate after loading your stuff, but your body won’t let the tears stop. He opens his door and when he sees your current state, his face falls.
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Rooster’s POV
“It’s okay, sweet girl. He can’t hurt you anymore. He can’t touch you. I won’t let him get near you ever again.” He continues whispering sweet nothings against your hair until he’s sure you’ve stopped crying. He drives you to his house with a determination you’ve never seen before and gets there in record time.
He steps out of the car and comes around to let you out, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you inside. He takes you up the stairs and sets you in his large master bathroom. He scuttles around, grabbing various bath products and towels, then turns on his bathtub faucet.
“Take a bath, take some deep breaths. I’ll get your clothes and some pajamas. Do you want to sleep in the guest room or my bedroom? I can sleep in the guest room if you want my bed, it’s more comfortable honestly.”
He can see the gears turning in your head as you weigh your options, then meets your gaze when your head moves up to look at him. “Can I sleep in your bed with you? I just want to cuddle… It’s okay if not I don’t want to bother you, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable I just don’t want to be alone and you’re my best friend-”
He cuts you off with a hug, and all he can think is that he’s screwed. Completely, totally screwed.
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Reader’s POV
Bradley’s quiet for a moment as he holds you, and all you can think is that you should have never overstepped. You know immediately you fucked up by asking him that, and nothing would ever be the same again.
He steps back with his hands on your shoulders, looking you directly in the eye again, “of course you can. It won’t bother me, it won’t make me uncomfortable. I know you need affection, and I’m your best friend. I’ll always be here for you. Now, I’m gonna go get your stuff, I’ll leave you some pajamas outside the door. Take your time and just breathe.”
You nod and thank him before stripping and slowly sinking into the tub, almost moaning at how surreal the water feels on your skin. Your mind wanders to when you were living with Adrian and how he never wanted you to take baths because it was time spent away from him. You couldn’t go out with friends, you couldn’t go on walks without him suspecting something was going on. He truly did trap you into thinking you were safe with him.
You shake off the thoughts of your ex and sink deeper into the water, letting your mind roam to thoughts of your best friend. He had done so much for you, and you had no idea how you would ever repay him. You’d had feelings for him years ago, and having him take care of you now was making those feelings resurface. It had been so long since someone had genuinely cared about you, listened to you, or made you feel appreciated. And here Bradley was, doing all those things like he always did. Ever since you had started dating Adrian, you could see that Bradley was concerned. You’d thought it was just a friendly kind of concern, but now you suspected it was more than that. Could this be the catalyst you needed to finally be with someone who showed you he cared about you every day? Could you confess your feelings without Bradley thinking it was an impulsive decision based on your current situation?
As you wash up and finish your bath, you resolve to tell Bradley in the morning when you were clear headed. Tonight, you would just bask in the affection and the knowledge that despite Adrian’s best efforts, you did have someone in your life that cherished you. And that was what mattered.
You get up and dry off, then turn to see your pajamas on the counter, along with a pair of underwear. Your eyes widen, embarrassed that he went through your underwear, until you realize that if the clothes are in the bathroom, that means he saw you in the bathtub. You blush at the thought of him seeing you naked but regretting you didn’t get to see his face. Did he linger to watch you? To appreciate you? You shake off the intrusive thoughts and get dressed before leaving the bathroom to see Bradley laying in his bed in shorts with no shirt. He extends his arms to invite you in, and you don’t waste a moment climbing into bed and snuggling up to him. He rolls the both of you onto your sides, still holding you close.
“Is this okay?” He asks softly into your hair, and you feel him start to stroke your arm.
“It’s perfect,” you mumble back, his touch lulling you into the first peaceful sleep you’ve had in months.
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