#BrooksMontgomery

[icequeensofia-blog]

“I know she’s your best friend and all, but what the hell is this gossip talking about? You told me about the kiss, but—” Sofia paused as she looked to Brooks for some sort of confirmation in her words. “Is there something more going on?” It was a stressful enough day, and she knew it was probably the most inconvenient time to bring it up as they were headed to his parents’ house to announce their big news, but as the nerve caught up to her, Sofia had to blurt it out to get it off her mind.

@brooksmontgomery

[pearltxrner]

This was just one of the many runs he seemed to be making for Sofia lately, but one of the oddest. “Really? Chocolate sauce to go with your pickles? Our son is going to have the weirdest favorite foods because of this.” There was a smile on his face as he spoke to her on the phone, “Whatever you say. I’ll be there soon. I love you, bye.” Brooks hung up, placing his phone in his pocket before looking over. His eyes rolled, “I don’t see you enough already at work?”

It wasn’t technically eavesdropping if Pearl had no intention of hearing what she had heard in the first place. And when she recognized the voice, she had to confirm that it was actually him saying all those things on the phone. Pearl looked up to the man, smile taut across her face, putting two and two together from the side of the conversation she heard. “We clearly don’t see enough of each other or else I would know that you’re expecting a son?” It certainly was a new piece of information that she hadn’t heard of through the bakery, and it needed to be added to her repertoire of things she had on him, all for the purposes of blackmail of course.

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[axeltxrner]

21. — birthday

There was nothing like getting together with Brooks. While Axel had always been the younger brother, with Brooks, for once in his life, he finally felt like he could pass on some advice. The son he never got to know would have heard the same things when he got old enough, and if Roxi and him had another boy, then he’d be able to pass on his fatherly advice still. For now, however, Brooks was the one that got to play that surrogate son/younger brother. “Today is his birthday.” He muttered slowly, knowing it was coming from out of nowhere to a guy who might not have even known a thing about what he was saying. Axel wasn’t usually an emotional man, but today, he allowed himself to be one, for the sake of his son. “He would have been just a few years younger than my niece today.”

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[smokewallssolitarymirrors]

✔ - “I can’t believe you think I’m the one who did it.”

“Brooks, I literally just saw you do that,” Emily looked at him, dumbfounded that he would ever try and say something like that to her, before looking back at the broken wooden bench that they were standing in front of “Why did you think trying to jump on that old bench would ever be a good idea?” She ran her hand through her hair. God, why was her friend like this. Friend? Was that what she could call him? Usually at least one of them was drunk when they stumbled into each other, today was the exception when Emily decided to cash in on the first time they met at the Christmas party.

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[nategardiner-blog]

✈️ : seeing your muse in somewhere they didn’t expect to see (from avery)

The emergency room couldn’t do much about the bruises and swells across his face, but Nate had managed to find himself in a hospital room after a fight with a semi went south real fast (aka, he was running and didn’t see the oncoming truck heading in his direction). His bloody face was being treated mostly by a damp cloth sponging away to sanitize any of the cuts that left him achy and withdrawn from anything more that was happening. So much so that he didn’t even notice the young woman tending to his wounds. Blinking slightly, as much as could with the nearly swollen shut eyes, he saw her blonde locks, the familiar face, and the expression it held, before a short curse muttered out of his mouth. Pushing the damp rag away to get a better look at his nurse, his weak voice let out another word. “Avery?”

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[eenduring]

💻 for me to use a line from my favorite TV show as a starter

Isn’t it nice we hate the same things?

[icequeensofia-blog]

Getting this sick so soon after the holidays was not something Sofia had prepared for, though, as she laid in her bed, feeling miserable, she was thankful for the break from work. And as she scrolled through her phone, unable to go back to sleep, she found herself contemplating calling Brooks. It was early enough that she might catch him before the morning shift, and at this point, she’d take him over spending the whole day by herself binging the Bachelor. Sofia decided to call him, waiting for him to pick up before letting him know that she was sick. “Misery loves company.” She ended weakly as she tried convincing him to come over.  

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[icequeensofia-blog]

🎈

🎈 = our characters going on a cute, fun adventure

C’mon - Panic! At The Disco & Fun. “So don’t leave me and sleep all aloneMaybe stay lost on our way homeC'mon, c'mon, with everything falling down around meI’d like to believe in all the possibilities”

[pearltxrner]

💀 = your character dying

Blame - Bastille“Cause your body’s a message Send my regards to hell”

tbh i could only imagine brooks thinking these lyrics at pearl.

[icequeensofia-blog]

uninvited | brooks & sofia

The smell of cedar and hay mixed with cinnamon and apples filled the air of the fall festival. Sofia was thrilled, even if her supposed plans had sort of gone out of the window. It wasn’t that she was upset, seeing as she had been to the festival in the past years by herself too, but with things changing so quickly, she didn’t expect to find herself walking through the aisles of pumpkin lined streets alone this year.

A annual favorite was the haunted house/maze, as Sofia always looked forward to the newest surprises that they brought with each year. So, without any hesitation, she jumped in line, ready to enter with anticipation. It took a few minutes of constant phone checking and scrolling through different social media feeds, but eventually, she found herself at the front of the line, the autumn weather having settled onto a light breeze. She tucked her hands into her coat pockets to fetch the needed tickets to get admitted into haunted house and handed them off over. Pressing on forward, she approached the haunted house doors and let herself in before catching a peek of the inside. The door had already closed behind her as she stepped past the creaky floor boards, so when it opened behind her again, she turned around to see who was joining her.

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[icequeensofia-blog]

✯- “Before you, I didn’t have this problem!”

“Before all of this. Before you and me. Life was so much simpler. So much easier.” Sofia wanted to give all of it up before she knew it would end up hurting in the end, because things like this never had a happily ever after. Her hands remained at her side, balled up tightly into fists, though she knew that that is what got her in trouble in the first place. “What else do you want me to say? Because I’m not sorry for slapping you. And I’m certainly not sorry for everything at your parent’s dinner.”

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[axeltxrner]

👋 : your muse slapping mine’s ass (from kendall)

The moment he felt the firm slap on his ass, he perked up, turning to see who was bold enough to catch his attention. A grin began to pull at his lips, wistfully and without much more care, as he saw the beautiful blonde that he somewhat recognized. The alcohol played a little with his mind, as he tried to search for her name, but the only thing that mattered was that she remembered his. Lifting brows in her direction after taking in her full frame, eyes lingering over her assets, Axel remained as civil as he could, while reaching towards her slowly to grab her by the waist, letting his free hand travel down her backside to get a feel of her, his grip firmly squeezing her tightly packed ass, before holding her there. “Having a good night sweetheart?” 

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[smokewallssolitarymirrors]

It had been one of the longest nights that Emily could remember in quite a while. Shortly after they got to the hospital the police had surrounded them, asking questions, getting all they could. That wasn’t the experience she was expecting to be questioned about, but it’s not like she could do anything else. She had ducked out as soon as she could, she knew Brooks and Sofia had stayed longer but she just wanted to be at home, in bed. As long as the night was, Emily had slept like a rock, waking with a hangover, of course, but that didn’t stop her from getting some take out, deciding she wanted to go talk to Brooks, well, mostly, just not be alone. It wasn’t long before she had gotten to his place and knocked on the door, trying not to be too loud as Brooks had texted her Sofia was asleep. Adjusting the plastic bag in her arms, she waited for him to answer the door, a solemn look on her face.

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[nategardiner-blog]

nate’s instagram feed w/ added captions

@averyphillips @brooksmontgomery @kendallharrington @notalwaysnora @blissfullyodd @plcyswithfire

[smokewallssolitarymirrors]

This was not a situation in which Emily expected herself to be in again. One pm, she was in a bar waiting for her friend, boy this was a throwback, only less college kids already hammered. “I can’t believe he talked me into this.” She crossed her arms on the bar, laying her head on them and closing her eyes, before shooting up, hearing the bartender. She ordered a pizza, debating on whether or not to get a drink already. Maybe she could get out of this. No, she needed  to loosen up, have fun. It had been a stressful few months, and I mean come on, who shows up to a bar 15 minutes before you said you’d meet? Losers and uptight assholes, which of those she was was up for debate. God, when would he show up? Tapping her fingers on the bar, she considered pulling out her phone and texting him. No, he was probably almost there, chillax. “Come on, Brooks.”

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[nategardiner-blog]

“I knew I’d somehow find you over here.” Nate saw Brooks, large grin pulled at his face as he managed to give a short grin towards his friend. “How are things hanging?” He knew he had a lot of shit going on in both of their lives, and with the potluck, it seemed like the best place to get drunk for free. “I mean, I know I’m not drunk enough to talk to you entirely yet, but really, who cares. My life seems to have some sort of organization to it again. Things might be looking up for me.”

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