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whiskeyrated · 3 years
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Location: Crawford Residence (Scarsdale, NY) 
With: Rowan Lister,  @okiewrites​
After meeting while Rowan had been fleeing a boring date, Theo and Rowan had become fast friends and then some. However, Theo’s reluctance to ever even think of dating again after what his sister had done to terrorize his ex-girlfriend had plagued him since she had literally moved out of the entire state. Rowan, on the other hand, was a different story. They both shared the life of being part of families that were more focused on the look rather than the love that could be given. So he felt as if the holidays happened to almost be the perfect time to invite her up to the house to kind of mingle with everyone who mattered (to him, at least). They had hung out plenty of times before and of course evading their families had been a pretty big theme of their get togethers. This change of pace was a bit different. Theo, of course, had lightly disguised his invite to her as an excuse for her to avoid her family while he had to be with his but she’d make it less of a nightmare. 
Theo had invited Rowan over pre-party time in order to quell his anxiety about the entire thing, hoping that maybe Rowan meeting his family beforehand would make it better. So while he waited for her arrival he found himself rummaging around in various boxes to pull out family photos. Rarely was there a photo of them all together at any stage of life around the house - even when his mother still lived there - so the holidays were an exception. However, now that the divorce had been final for years it had become Theo’s job to set out photos. He hadn’t necessarily been told to do this... but he did anyway as it made things feel normal even though it was deeply abnormal.
When the doorbell rung he scrambled up from off the floor and was nearly knocked over by an excited Great Dane who rushed to stare through the door at the visitor. He took a moment to breathe before opening the door with one hand and grabbing Summer’s collar with the other, pulling her back from trampling Rowan at the door. “Hey,” he said with a grin, “You ready to get into some bullshit tonight?”
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1. all time favorite fc?
Hmm this is tough but I have a couple, Nina Dobrev, I always seem to go back to her, Melissa Benoist I just love playing her so much. Sebastian Stan as well if I was to choose a male. 
3. a fc you wish had more resources?
Oh Oh, Rebecca Breeds for sure and Dan Levy for sure! 
best experience you’ve had in a rp?
I have had a few so I am going to mention 2, one being when I used to be in this roleplay called charltonuniversity it was just the best time and I always enjoyed coming in and getting to develop my characters and I was definitely sad when it shut down. And probably recently with tupelohq i have meet quite a few of my writing partners on here from there and I loved it and everyone there was always so nice and i never felt ignored once.
biggest rp pet peeve?
being ignored, not really with replies ( i understand things get lost and or people just dont feel like they can continue threads thats fine) but when you are in an ooc blog and you get ignored when you say something or like ask about plotting and you get ignored and then an admin messages you moaning that you’re not trying to rp or plot with others when you are and you have also replied to everyone in the group. (yes its based on a specific rp).
do you make your rp buddies your friends, or is it strictly writing?
I like to think of them as friends as I usually feel like I can talk to them even if its not about rping. 
do you make playlists for your characters?
I don’t but I feel like I want to now that I see this question, so might start doing that for sure.
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lcvebirds · 3 years
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harper didn’t think anyone would be up here once she climbed on the roof because it was pretty much habit but the moment she spotted kit, she knew she was wrong. she stopped. sure, this was her parents house but she wasn’t completely selfish. she figured that the least she could do was make sure he was comfortable during his stay. “hey,” she paused, offering him a small smile as she tucked some hair behind her ear with the hand that wasn’t hanging onto the window sill, “can i join you?” she asked. she heard her brother talk about kit a million times but not once did she even imagine how cute he actually was, which she even felt bad for thinking. he was here because he didn’t have anyone else. the last thing he needed was for his best friend’s older sister to hit on him. her cheeks lit up, a bright red color settling on her cheeks. whether it was from the cool weather or the fact that she was blushing, only she knew. she eventually climbed out of the window all the way and moved to sit down next to him, “so, what do you think so far? think you’ll enjoy the holidays?”
@okiewrites​
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drxnknhxgh · 3 years
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Meghan could tell from the look on Chef Delgado’s face she was in for a scolding. The man -- with a face that Meghan often liked to muse was crafted by the gods themselves -- could make even the sturdiest of demeanors crumble with that look. As it were, she attempted to arrange her features in some semblance of passiveness despite ardently wishing there was some mode of escape. Strangely enough he didn’t intimidate her, not in the traditional sense. She’d happily admit his range of skills far surpassed her own and with an efficiency she envied. Flawless. It wouldn’t have been surprising for her to feel lacking in comparison but instead she felt exhilarated to have the privilege of working alongside him. That is if she didn’t irritate the piss out of him. The main source of their conflict was a difference in styles, Luis had a certain way of doing things, a very particular way. Unfortunately it contrasted her own routines. Which was none. SInce she’d taken the position of his second in command it seemed the only thing she was capable of serving effectively was vexation and sporadic bouts of kitchen chaos. 
Her credentials were superb and she’d graduated culinary school with honors but her method were admittedly outlandish. It was never about the technicalities with Meghan, nor the presentation. She liked to think of herself as an artist and her canvas was an infinite palette of flavor. She saw a brilliance in food, a potential to help and heal others, a way to show them how the sublime was simply a mixture of the ordinary. Her thoughts were so immersed in every sense, using that expansive knowledge and engineering it for her own self expression. Here in the kitchen she was one with it all; the spices, the flames and a feeling. 
Meghan moved as if she had her own personal opera playing within. At times she flitted as though she were the bow of the cello, steady and deep. Other times she was the violin in some rapid dance. Yet whatever rhythm flowed in her soul from day to day, be them tranquil seas or tempests, what she made was so heavenly. She left a trail of wreckage in her wake but at least the end result was favorable. Her favorite part was watching her customers take a bit, the silly woman and her vulnerable childish heart, awaiting the facial expressions and sounds. For what was the point of flair if she couldn’t see the truth in that reaction of awe and pleasure.
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Before Luis could deliver whatever reprimand she was deserved, she held up a hand. “This is about the primavera isn’t it” she hurried out, scanning his features to for any indication of her wrong doings. In the next moment she seemed to realize she might be exposing yet another dish she’d tinkered with just before being served. “Unless it's not about the primavera then I absolutely did not add more parmigiano. Why would I need to you know? Everything you make it great, just great. No, fantastic” bordering on rambling territory she figured flattery was the easiest defense. “You could carry on with whatever it is you mean to be chastising me about, I can tell by that brow it's a doozy and I’m so looking forward to it”  her smile held an edge of sarcasm he was sure to discern. “Or you could try this” seemingly out of thin air she produced a ladle of sauce, raising it to his mouth eagerly. “Come on, open up. I promise it’s good” 
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wegxtthepxnk · 3 years
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❝ Presenting Rosalie ‘Roz’ Caulfield...❞
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Full Name: Rosalie Claire Caulfield Nickname/s: Roz. Rosie, Rose Gender: CIS Female Date of Birth: January 31st 1998, Aquarius Age: 21 years old Place of Birth: TBD Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual MBTI/ Occupation: INFP/ Environmental Science Major
POSITIVES : Friendly, Thoughtful, Open-Minded, Creative, Passionate, Loyal to Values, Kind
NEGATIVES : Self Critical, Perfectionist, Fluctuating Self Esteem, Too Compromising At Times, Emotional
Quick Facts ▾
☼ Hopes to make an significant impact on the environment someday. Her passion for aiding the earth began in high school. President of the Student Council she organized a city wide clean up project to fulfill community service credits. ( Extra curricular activities was 100% her jam ). 
☼ Currently she is THE eco - friendly, zero waste, minimalist queen. She isn’t perfect, no matter how hard she tries to be, but as she matures she’s learning to accept that it's the effort that counts. 
☼ Was the popular girl in high school, a title that lost its appeal after her freshman year when she lost her best friend Xander ( @okiewrites​ ). Regardless of her ‘social status’ she never adapted the catty, condescending attitudes of her counterparts. It didn’t take long for her to realize the new crowd she was surrounding herself with could care less about her. 
☼ She and Xander used to be thick as thieves, as close as two people could be when they grew up living next door to each other ( windows facing each other and everything ). She blamed herself entirely for the loss of their friendship but found ways to keep tabs on him even through the distance. 
☼ Runs a blog named ‘Girl Gone Green’ where she gives tips for sustainable living and promotes environmentally conscious organizations. Occasionally posts videos/vlogs speaking about her personal habits or current causes she’s passionate about. 
☼ Also runs an etsy shop where she sells handmade totes, bags, biodegradable pots for plants and all sorts of eco goodies. Most of the profit goes to, you guessed it, organization helping the heal the earth. 
☼ P L A N T M A M A ( of course ), thankfully she doesn’t have a roommate because half of her dorm is covered in plants she tends to like living creatures. 
☼ Through her subtle but persistent influence her sorority house is also mostly eco-friendly. She even host a vegan night a few days a week and makes sure they utilize the compost bin for all their waste. 
☼ Definitely a homebody, after spending all of her high school career attending pointless parties with people she didn’t even like just to fit in she’s taking advantage of the freedom she’d gain since attending college. Which means skipping out on campus parties and most social gatherings in favor of staying home with a good book. 
☼ Was fully aware she was attending the same university as Xander and hopes to gather the courage to mend their broken friendship but ultimately feels like she might be too late. 
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whiskeyrated · 3 years
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🎼 Maggie + Dakota
Send 🎼 for a song that reminds me of our muses.
More Surprised Than Me - Morgan Wallen 
But nobody buys it when we walk in They say there ain't no way that she's with him In a world where nothing is what it seems Ain't no one more surprised than me
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lcvebirds · 3 years
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It was simply melina’s job to help whoever came in and on top of that, she loved doing whatever she could to help anyone that walked in. She’d heard a lot of people taking the nursing job simply for the pay but it wasn’t like that for her. She knew since she was a little girl that it was what she wanted to do and maybe it was because she looked up to her mom so much and her mom also had chosen the same career path. She was looking over a couple of charts when she heard her name getting called. She immediately turned, a surprised look on her face when she saw the little boy running toward her with his sister trailing behind and their dad after that. She’d helped him when he broke his arm not that long ago and she found him to be adorable. More importantly, she found his dad to be quite attractive himself. When she saw the flowers in his hand, a grin took over her face. “What’s all this?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head as she let out a soft laugh. None of her patients had been this grateful but that didn’t matter to her. She still loved what she did regardless. “You guys didn’t have to bring me anything.” She reassured. She wasn’t sure if would be inappropriate to hug them but she decided to do it anyways. She bent down and took both of the kids in her arms and then when she stood up, she headed for deacon. “Thank you.”
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lcvebirds · 3 years
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davis thought things were going well. in fact, this was one of the best relationships he’d ever had. no, things with hadley weren’t official but the time he spent with her...was something he’d never forget and he thought it was going to last a lot longer. unfortunately, that wasn’t how things went. after the baseball date, one he ended with a kiss and an enormous smile, hadley completely ghosted him. he kept running everything over in his head. what was it that he did wrong? did he say the wrong things? did he embarrass her at her nephew’s baseball game? did he make her feel too pressured to be with him? he texted her more than he should’ve. 
davis: hey, did you want to get together today? davis: maybe another time! davis: everything alright? davis: did i do something?
he felt pathetic. he’d never felt this way before. he could sleep. he could hardly eat. he couldn’t even focus on practice. he was just heart broken and it was so weird for him to feel this way. when was the last time a girl broke his heart? really, when was the last time he let a girl get as close to him as he let hadley get? he kept wondering if maybe she wasn’t getting his texts. maybe he should call her or maybe, just maybe, she was busy. that’s what he kept trying to tell himself. he just wanted to feel better about it all and he wanted to stop thinking about it. after a week, he’d realized that this was it for them and after two weeks, he couldn’t stand it anymore.
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he canceled baseball practice afterschool to make sure he had time to catch her in her classroom before she headed home for the day. he definitely gave it enough time to where the students were cleared out for the most part. he made his way to her classroom and let himself in, his eyes landing on the blonde seated at her desk. he hadn’t seen her in a couple of weeks and god, he’d missed her. “hey,” his voice cracked,  more than likely out of emotion. he shoved his hands in the pockets of his track pants and moved a little closer to her, “i’ve been trying to get ahold of you...” he trailed off, his eyes scanning over her face in attempt to gauge how she was feeling. “i’ve missed you. i just,” anyone could tell he wasn’t getting sleep just by looking at him, “what did i do?” he asked. “i keep thinking about the last time i saw you and we were happy and we kissed and everything was fine and i don’t understand. do you not have feelings for me? if you don’t have feelings for me, just look me in the eye and tell me to leave you alone and i will.”
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lcvebirds · 3 years
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The sly looks and the smiles and everything else that had happened over the past few days was something that made Harper feel a lot like a teenager experiencing her first crush. She had a glass of wine in her hand and her eyes on the man who was seated across the room. She nodded her head, indicating that she wanted him to meet her up on the roof. The two of them had hung out up there a couple of times over the past few days and really got to know each other. She couldn’t help but like him and she had finally decided to make another move. She got up from her place on the couch and headed upstairs. She slid on her coat, one she slid a mistletoe into. She thought she was slick and she hoped he thought so too. She climbed out there and smoothed over her red Christmas dress, a smile appearing when he joined her. “I was hoping you got the hint.” She started, patting the spot next to her on the roof. “you enjoying christmas with our insane family?”
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lcvebirds · 3 years
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davis wanted to do something big for hadley for valentine’s day and so, the friday before the holiday, he sent a ton of flowers to her classroom. he had gotten enough for each member of the baseball team to carry a bouquet into her classroom while she was teaching. he carried the last one in and shot a wink in her direction, not wanting to draw too much attention to their relationship but wanting her to know that he was serious about them and that there was more of this to come. at the end of the school day, when he was sure the students had cleared out, he made his way back to her classroom and grinned. “so, baby, what’d you think of all the flowers?” he asked, biting down on his bottom lip. “did ya like ‘em?”
@okiewrites​
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lcvebirds · 3 years
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melina would definitely be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous. it wasn’t that deacon made her nervous, or even the kids, but it was just that she hadn’t let anyone get this close to her since he ran away from her ex. she, of course, knew that deacon wasn’t anything like the man she’d left back in seattle but that didn’t stop her from worrying. she was more worried about messing this up than anything else because...somehow, she’d developed a little crush on the policeman and she knew there was no going back now. when she had been invited to christmas, she immediately agreed. it wasn’t like she had anywhere else to go and she knew she’d have fun. 
she sat on the couch next to deacon, a small smile on her face. melina was definitely glad the twins liked their presents and that she didn’t end up getting any of the same things deacon had bought for them. “they typically keep each other entertained, huh?” she asked, turning her attention to look at him. despite the fact that she’d been invited over, she still couldn’t read him or tell if he liked her. he was sweet to her and she appreciated that but that didn’t really confirm things. she figured deacon was just a good person. she nodded toward the box she’d handed to deacon a little while back, “are you ever going to open the present i got you?”
@okiewrites​
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drxnknhxgh · 3 years
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It seemed, by all accounts, every self help book written to aide with the aftermaths of divorce all preached the same clause. Though the wording varied it surmounted to a single expression. Love your ex the same way you'd love a stranger, no less nor more - they are your "x" - loved and buried, alive and dead simultaneously, marked with a kiss that is a cross, the seal of history passed and moved on from. This was the part Barabara O’Shea -- formerly Montgomery -- always seemed to take offense to. These supposed love gurus always spoke about the dissolve of relationship as if the significant other was nothing more than a passing fling who made so little impact on your life they could be easily discarded. But that wasn’t their marriage. She remembered when she first decided she was madly in love with her best friend. It wasn’t due to any notable action or utterance on his part. She was barely thirteen years old, they were sitting side by side on her family’s porch swing. Legs swaying in time with each other, knees knocking. Barbara peeked a glance over and thought, I think I love him. She remembered their first date. It was their freshman year of high school when everything was entirely strange and exceptionally uncertain. What they were certain of was their feelings for each other. 
Mickey Montgomery was her soulmate, nothing would ever make this statement untrue. 
Though it seemed they weren’t meant to be. Separating was a mutual decision but that didn't’ lessen the sting of being apart. No longer would she have someone to laugh with over morning coffee and snuggle into at night after a long day. Who would force a smile through a bite of whatever zany recipe she decided to try because they didn’t want to hurt her feelings; though that ziti was far crunchier than necessary. Who would spin her around their tiny kitchen while she belted a truly terrible rendition of Prince. It was only after that Babs realized how much she’d taken these precious recollection for granted. If only she’d known how much she would come to miss those seemingly insignificant nuances she would have cherished them more. Being single was a massive challenge. Barbara had never been alone before. Yet it was made all the harder for the circumstances and the enforced needling by those who felt so fit to be her judge and jury. The I told you so’s and you poor thing’s. Babs didn’t need to be reminded she was warned and she certainly didn’t appreciate being reduced to a sad sack. She’d be alright. 
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Never did a piece of wood look so intimidating as the one before her. Ten minutes she spent standing in silence, gaze fixated on the buzzer as if even considering applying pressure would illicit a nefarious retaliation. Every time she lifted her fingers they felt full of sand. It wasn’t just pressing a buzzer, it was unlocking a door into a life relinquished years ago. Exchanging letters was one thing, but having her ex husband standing before her in the flesh wasn’t an occurrence she was equipped to endure. Had she not been promoted to oversea the new branch of her company it was likely they might never have laid eyes on one another again. Written word was safe, hearing said words spoken from lips she used to kiss was certain to stifle her. Barbara could at least admit the time they spent apart enabled her to become more true to myself, to resonate more deeply with her loving soul, to feel her own strength. But she was sure she’d never stop feeling as if a piece of her was absent. “Just do it Babs, it's not going to bite you”
With eyes closed tight, she hastily threw her hand against the button before she could allow any more doubt to stall her. Then there he was, filling the frame and flooding her vision with a sight she’d longed for. A stretch of heavy silence settled between them, either unable to think of the proper greeting it seemed. Finally Barbara was unable to contain her relief. “Mickey” a breathless chuckle escaped her, her head tilting to catalogue every inch of him. “So are you going to keep staring or invite me inside, didn’t Mama Montgomery teach you better than that” 
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Max was often at the bar, it was somewhere he loved to go at the end of a busy week. He always enjoyed a game of pool and he was for sure going to get as many games in that night because he was on a winning streak. Holding the pool queue, he saw a familiar face, an actual challenge to him, they used to always play pool together. He walked over to the bar to quickly get a drink before he looked at her, “Okay Rowan, where have you been? And what do you say to a friendly game of pool?” He asked raising his eyebrows for a moment. 
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Leah was in the mood for some new music and she loved going to the music store as it was just a change and a fun place to be when she wasn’t busy trying to graduate from college or writing songs. She walked into the store to see a friend of hers who she hadn’t seen in a long time and she was glad to see him. David had taught her how to play her guitar and ever since she has loved everything about her guitar. She walked over to him before smiling over at him, “David, guess who has mastered the guitar now? I have managed to write some songs since last time we spoke.” She smiled over at him, “You haven’t been here for a while, what have you been up to? Why have you been hiding from her.
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drxnknhxgh · 3 years
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There were few pleasures Saffron Harlow admitted to. Some factions of the media assumed their dark sense of humor and flippant attitude about life was a facade to balance the dynamic of the group. As if behind closed door a brighter personality was suddenly unearthed. Little did they know Saffy thrived in the furious fumes of their existence, contrary to popular believe they quite enjoyed the brazen bitter entity they’d grown to become through circumstance. Even on their best days there was always something to complain about and they had a knack for identifying the source. Call it a gift. They’d come to learn through unforseen tribulations that chances were every good thing in life was bound to be ruined, it was only a matter of when. But their bass, now that was one of the two things that never failed them. Whenever they were feeling particular down trodden they need only pluck a few baritone rifts and entangle themselves in the reverie. The sweet refrain of the fender spoke a musical language to their soul. The strumming had a hypnotically soothing quality they craved. To lose themselves to the melody was the closest thing to contentment they dared reach for. 
The other thing, or rather living breathing being, that surprisingly never ceased to display their loyalty happened to be their best friend David. The lead singer of their band and a monster pain in Saffy’s ass. Saffy never intentionally sought out friendship but it had become a sort of a running joke that as much as they warded people off with their demeanor they still managed to acquire a decent collection of people who tolerated them enough to stick around. The list was minimal but David was at the top. Saffy couldn’t honestly explain what about them David continued to find appealing, the majority of their interactions were punctuated by sarcastic quips on their part and a selection of pointedly irritated expression tailored just for him. But when they played together, something magical happened. Even Saffy had to admit. That’s what first sprouted the friendship and it blossomed from there. Even if Saffy would rather eat glass then reveal their sentiments, he knew. Beneath their vicious verbiage there was more tenderness than they were capable of feeling for anyone else. In short, David was their person...or whatever.  
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When Saffy woke to the ‘911′ text from her bandmate they did the exact opposite of make haste. Emergencies from David didn’t really mean an emergencies, they’d come to learn. Instead, just to spite him, they took their sweet time getting dressed and driving over, even stopping for a few breakfast burritos to assuage their hunger. They alway seemed to wake up in a ravenous mood they attributed to the possibly inhuman amount of marijuana they smoked on the regular. “So what’s the big emergen-” Saffy froze in the doorway of David’s master suite after letting themselves in with all the comfortability earned after nearly eight years of friendship. The sight that met them might have made them pause but after taking a few seconds to process the scene it didn’t surprise them. Shortly after a bubble of harsh laughter sounded, Saffy’s reaching out for the frame to balance themselves as the chortles overcame them. “I hope it was good at least” they snorted, nothing showing an ounce of concern for chained friend. “Guess I gotta eat these burritos by myself, you look busy” 
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drxnknhxgh · 3 years
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The wheels of Officer Danver’s Jeep Renegade rolled to a smooth but uneasy halt in the hospital parking lot, and Bree rarely let anything outside of difficult cases rattle her lightened disposition. But the ominous strain of urgency in Chesney’s tone paired with the odd request was enough to rouse alarm. She was fast asleep when she got the call; arm flailing blindly across the night stand to locate -- and cease -- the jarring croon of Warrant’s Cherry Pie which broke the peaceful silence of their master suite. The ringtone specifically assigned to the redheaded beauty that held her heart. Only semi conscious enough to recognize Chesney’s lulling vocables through the receiver she only muttered a barely coherent agreement before getting dressed and heading out. It wasn’t until Bree turned the ignition that she questioned why her girlfriend was calling at three in the morning asking her to bring a carseat to the hospital. Where the hell am I supposed to find a car seat in the middle of the night. The solution didn’t seem quite as dire in the heat of the moment. Chesney’s attempts to quell Bree’s panic with soft assurance she shouldn’t freak out was futile. 
Since confessing, Bree had gained what so few only feverishly yearned for, what others twice her age still mournfully lacked. She had fallen in love with her soulmate and now little by little they were creating a home together, a life that Bree confidently believed rivaled any other. She knew most relationships weren’t intended to progress this rapidly, however Ava couldn’t envision it advancing at any other velocity. The triviality of time made little difference. As the days turned into weeks and then into months their relationship expanded so entirely they had come to a junction where they could sense each other’s mood and thoughts from simple quirks of expression. Bree didn’t even have to be looking at Chesney to know what she was thinking, or what she was feeling. It was visceral, the type of love she always admired in her parents. As if their bond was a cord connecting them and strengthening since the beginning of time. 
Flowery sentiments aside, it was the real deal. 
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Bree could hardly sleep without Chesney anymore, it was a restless journey towards the sweet carousel of reverie whenever her angel worked the overnight shifts. If she had the stamina she’d attempt to wait up for her but eventually exhaustion would win out over stubbornness. She at least made sure to greet her with loving arms and waiting lips upon her homecoming. As Bree passed through the automatic doors and felt the gust of conditioned air hit her skin she marveled briefly at how different the waiting room appeared in the dead of night. Not vacant but rather, eerie. As if a filter had slipped into place and given the vicinity a strange aura. But a familiar flash of red entering the room her musings were halted. As always her heart fluttered at the sight, a reaction she didn’t believe would ever fade. However, what she didn’t expect was to see a child resting on her girlfriend’s hip. “Hey love” she muttered, brows furrowed in confusion as she eyed the, frankly, adorable boy. “Is everything alright...” she scanned Chesney’s frame and it didn’t visually appear she was harmed or distressed in some way. “...and who is this little cutie?” 
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