#I'm grinning like a fool

[theninjamouse]

I just saw someone at the airport with full on Shore hair with the blonde roots to orange to red and I want to be their friend

[bigfootsmom]

You've stolen ny heart with your fics💜 just end werewolf Eddie fic, it's masterpiece 👏👏👏 so hot, so emotional. And a little bit heartbroken with the way Eddie thinks he is monster🥺 Thank you

WAAAAA!!!!! Thank you so much for your kind words <3 <3 <3 I'm so glad you enjoyed werewolf!eddie!!! I agonized over that fic for like....seven months lol, so it means a lot that people are liking it <3

[thesewordsxlibrary]

THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING EVER!!!

Iced Tea Kisses

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Rooster and you have known each other for a long time and he casually asks you on a date after being platonic friends for years. 

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Fluff, very very very slight angst if you squint, just two goofballs in love

A/N: This is my first time writing for Rooster, so hopefully I did him good! I'd love to hear feedback because I've got a couple of other Rooster ideas in my drafts!!! Please enjoy!! -Birch&lt;3

It was an unusually calm night outside of the Hard Deck. Yes, it was the middle of summer and the sun was blistering hot, but with a decent amount of cloud cover and the ocean spray catching the wind, it was a peaceful day.

The regular crowd was gone for the weekend, the chance to go see their families giving them the opportunity to get out of dodge in the blink of an eye.

But you were a local, and you enjoyed spending time outside of the naval bar, reading down by the water as the sun set over it. You were friends with some of the naval aviators, specifically long-term best friends with none other than Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw.

After his father had passed away when he was young, Carole had him transfer schools, where Rooster met you and you became his best friend almost immediately.

Over the years, the two of you formed a very close and tight-knit friendship, as you were one of the only people Rooster had after his mom passed away. Thus, when everyone left town, the two of you stayed behind and hung out.

The sun had just started to set, and even with your shades fighting off the bright rays as you tried to read, you still had to squint at the pages to follow along with your book.

Next to you, Rooster was fiddling with the small cooler of drinks he'd managed to snag from Penny at the bar, reaching for iced tea to try to cool himself down.

Rooster, being himself, donned what most would call the ugliest shirt known to man, the bright reddish pink and yellow flowers splattered all over the green base of the Hawaiian shirt. The shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing his abs and muscular pecs.

You did your best to focus on your book because while you weren't blind and you knew your best friend was hot, you'd seen him shirtless plenty of times over the years.

You could hear Rooster fumbling with the ice in the cooler, and blinking away from your book, you ask, "You need help over there?"

A small chuckle is your only response, and the sound of ice crashing before Rooster turns to you with a wide smile makes close your book and look at him.

"Iced tea?" he asks, offering the drink to you as his aviators slid down the bridge of his nose. You smile back at him and say, "Only if you didn't break my glass of lemonade for later."

Rooster's smile drops and he tugs the drink back toward his bare chest, the sides of his shirt gently flowing in the wind. "Ooo, might need to get a rain check then, you see, I had to put it out of its misery for trying to steal my iced tea."

A snort falls from your lips as you set your book down and face him, an eyebrow quirked at him as you quip, "You had to put it out of its misery? Did it try to attack you or something?"

Rooster shifts his weight forward, and looking over the brim of his glasses he whispers, "It did. You missed it, but it tried to cut off my right hand, so I did the only thing I could do."

At the same time, you both say, "Fight back." A moment of silence passes between the two of you before you both erupt in booming laughter, your hand coming up to swipe the iced tea from Rooster's hand.

But he's always one step ahead of you, and he lifts it above your head as he tuts, "Nu-uh, Y/n/n! This one's for me!" You struggle to your knees to try to grab at the cool drink, giggles still falling from your lips.

Rooster turns his body away from you, swapping the drink to his right hand as he chuckles, trying to keep you away from the last living drink from the cooler.

"Roooooooster," you call out in between giggles, your hands still trying to grasp at the drink. Your knee slides in the sand under you, and your right-hand flies out to catch yourself as you go down.

You end up catching yourself on Rooster's shoulder as your body weight pushes his back into the sand. The drink in his right-hand lowers as you fall into him, and his left wraps around you so you didn't whack your head on the cooler.

"That's my name," he mumbles cheekily up at you as try to catch your breath from all of your laughter. The drink was no longer a thought as you gazed deep into his hazel eyes, his shades having fallen into the sand a little ways away.

It's still around the two of you, minus the waves and the occasional call of a gull off in the distance. Rooster looks divine laying under you like this, his hair was longer than usual, the curls just barely beginning to be bleached by the sun.

His gaze was soft as he looked up at you, and before he could stop himself, he whispers, "Go out with me." His stomach drops as the words leave his mouth, and your reaction is similar.

You don't move from his lap as you stare down at him, your cheeks getting warm as you push your sunglasses from your nose up into your hair to keep it out of your face.

"No," you say, shaking your head. In reality, you wanted to lunge forward and shout yes, yes, yes! from the top of the world, but he was your best friend. There was no way you could do that to him, you couldn't ruin your friendship.

Rooster frowns and you think your world is about to implode for a second, but then a smirk returns to his lips as he says, "Why won't you go on a date with me, huh? Scared you'll like it or something?"

A huff falls from your lips, and your head falls to rest on Rooster's chest in practiced ease. You can feel Rooster's grip on you tighten, and when he squeezes your waist a few times, you pull back and look at him.

His gaze is serious, and you suddenly feel butterflies bloom in your stomach with the way he's looking at you. Rooster glances away, setting the iced tea down next to the cooler.

"Y/n, I want to take you out with me," he mumbles, his now free hand coming up to brush a piece of hair behind the end of your sunglasses. You shake your head once and say, "Roo, no, you don't. If we did this- if... if I say yes, we can't ever go back to the way we've been."

Rooster smiles lightly as he cups your cheek and replies, "But I don't want to be where we've been. I want a future, with you, and broken lemonade glasses. Days where I can come home and hug you, kiss you, make love to you." At the end of his sentence, he playfully wiggles his eyebrows, eliciting a soft giggle from the two of you.

He sighs as he tugs you closer and whispers, "I want you." You swallow thickly as you move your hands from his bare chest up to hold his face. His mustache tickles your hands as you run your thumb along his cheek, and you smile quietly for a moment before you nod.

"I want you too," you whisper, leaning into his touch, your nose barely brushing against his. You take a deep breath before cracking a wide smile and busting out, "As long as you promise to not break anymore of my lemonades!"

Rooster groans and leans back, falling flat against the sand. You giggle at his reaction but squeal when he pulls you to his chest. His hand releases your face, and with impeccable timing, he digs his fingers into your sides, tickling you mercilessly.

Cries and laughter fall from your lips as you wiggle helplessly in his arms, your limbs flailing in all directions. "Okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry!" you cry out as you catch one of his wrists.

You sigh as his attacks stop, giggles still escaping you as you reiterate, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I ruined your moment." Rooster smiles and leans back into you as he mutters, "Just as long as you'll promise me a thousand more."

You lean deep into him this time, your nose bumping against his as you whisper, "Always." At that, he makes the final push, and his lips land on yours in a soft but sweet kiss, the taste of iced tea on his tongue sending your mind into overdrive.

Ever so slightly you shift in his grasp, and before you know it, a cold liquid is running down the side of your legs. The both of you pull away from the kiss and roll away from the imposter, seeing the iced tea Rooster had set down just a few inches away, now laying on its side, the liquid poured out across the sand.

You turn back to Rooster and you mumble against his lips, "Now it's not only another lemonade you need to get me," and you fall back against his lips.

[reksink]

A Creature and Its Creator (With Bonus Harrassment)

[the-words-we-sung]

[schampo]

the stronger the love the deeper the hate is such a schizoid line. sampo koski i know what you are.

[cultivating-wildflowers]

we were robbed

[homosociallyyours]

I love it when Louis does things and the dash collectively loses it. ♡

[venombloom]

Yunieeeee. Your writing for Daisy makes her such a believable and grounded character in the world. The sheer amount of thought put into every one of her actions and demeanor is amazing, and I love learning more and more through these tidbits. You capture the grim reality of Crows, but also add such an interesting angle of perseverance for her that I root for her each time she's on the dash <3

KIWIIIIII!!!!

You're going to have me crying in the club (my cubicle)!! But really this is such a sweet and encouraging message! Truly I can't fathom the words to express how much I really appreciate this ask. Daisy is such a character I hadn't expected to really stick with nor for anyone to be interested in, especially considering she's not quite the usual character I write. I do have to thank you for indulging me and my ideas as well as writing with me because that has helped me flesh her out more than I would have thought. You are an absolute gem! 💜🧡 and thank you so so much for everything!

[angeltism]

mooties.. is anybun in D4.DJ... knowing my mooties r beings in media helps moi memorize their names better

[freckliedan]

huge shoutout to @zackbyychocolate !!! genuinely my favorite mutual, i love her to death 💖💖 amazing posts, amazing opinions, amazing style, and an amazing friend (as well as the first person to welcome me onto phan tumblr). I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ZACK!! 💕💕💕💕

@zackbyychocolate

[brother-genitivi]

I may have accidentally flirted with actor boy I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING but he was dressed as a doctor for Halloween and I asked what he diagnosed me with and he said "single" LMAO so I said "BITCH?" and he said that was his pickup line AM I ACTUALLY INSANE OR- like. That's gay, right? Just a little?

[funkyplantguy]

I keep reading the “Love’s Folly” fanfic, and every time… it breaks me. Someone needs to take it away before it inevitably destroys my existence and I explore.

I just felt like complimenting it again lol :3

IT’S TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLDDDDDDDDDDD

WAAAAAAAAAA OH THANK YOU SO MUCH I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU ENJOYED IT (enough to RE-READ it as well??? that's so fjdskjfdska you've got me giggling and kicking my feet at WORK how dare you /pos) i was quite happy with how it came out even if it ended up being more of a warm-up than anything (i say staring pointedly at the difference in word count between it and the other things i've posted this week) so i'm incredibly flattered to hear that it's being received well hehe <3

[mythvoiced]

' I want to tear open your rib cage and bury myself within your heart so you can never forget me. ' for hermes

@astremourante | freeform~ ♥

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Hermes can't for the life of himself remember if Gods, Olympians, are even supposed to breathe. There's nothing written down anywhere to tell him how mortal they appear to be, when only the most spectacular of deaths can scratch them lightly.

But it certainly feels like, right now, he's forgotten how to anyway.

The air stills in his lungs. It's a miracle to have anything in him still at all, always vibrant, always rampant, always a hundred thousand miles a minuted, his eyes flicker too fast when he shifts his gaze, he rambles before he talks, he takes twenty steps at the pace of one, and he's always hurrying his own thought process along.

But Amelia...

Oh, Amelia...

Amelia always makes him falter. Makes him hard stop. Makes him halt in his step, dead in his tracks, stumble over himself without ever actually doing so. It's like finding a moment of silence amid loud-blowing wind, aggressive static, continued thinking.

It's thrilling.

The way he needs to take a moment.

The way he has to pause.

He has no idea if or how it'll settle, this sensation. Something new is always exciting, but will he grow to anticipate it, to ache for it, claw and growl for it?

Will he grow to resent it, to have it harden his jaw, make the breath he keeps taste acidic and rotten?

Will she reside in his rib cage at that point?

He looks down, noticing belatedly that he'd lost his focus on her, busy with ramifications and implications and cause and effect and butterflies and hurricanes and whatnot, completely sacrilegious when she's right there.

Oh, Amelia, beautiful and deadly, divine and gory. He doesn't know if she understands just how brightly she burns in the eyes of a god, and to think he's among the more... well... mellow of his kind. More reclusive even in the face of his chattering and running and his well I know just about anyone.

How she makes him feel alive, makes him feel like staying still is worth the tremor in his legs, the ache burning through his veins urging him to keep moving, the cramps in his thighs, the whiny frustration building behind his eyes.

It all vanishes.

Just because she demands it.

"Metaphorically?" he asks, eyebrows lifted, pearly whites on display. He wants to eat her alive. He wants her to chew her way through the tissues inside his rib cage, wants her to tower over him with golden ichor on her fingers and teeth.

It's what she deserves, no?

"I would never forget you, Amelia, hey," he interrupts himself with laughter, back of his throat, wide-eyed, baffled and delighted, "I couldn't if I wanted to."

He leans in, down, careful to keep his twisting fingers behind his back, folded like a good, scolded child. He blows cool, sharp wind into her face, the kind that tastes uncomfortable and lung-engulfing like when you hold your face out of a care and the speed threatens to suffocate you.

Forgive him. He doesn't notice. He only cares about her lips, the count of her freckles - constellations that would make Heracles pale - the depth of her eyes.

"But you're welcome to do that, anyway. As a warranty, so to speak."

[goldenteaset]

Actually, similar to the post I just reblogged: I forgot how good it felt to get comments on a WIP until recently, with Ligature. I'd gotten used to radio silence until a fic was finished and was trying to ignore it, but man. Having people not only want more, but even giving emotional reactions? That felt so energizing! Every time I reread them I get this incredible feeling of "I was planning to continue and finish this before, but now I have reason to beyond just my own desire."

Heck, I'm still eagerly writing on Poisoned Honey to see what the two commenters on chapter 1 will think of the ones in the double digits. (And future readers as well! Including myself. XD)

There's a lot to be said for writing for yourself and not for some imagined audience, of course! But the thing is, if your work finds people who are as excited about it as you are...I feel that's equally rewarding. Especially if they're friends of yours, or even friends-to-be. (And it helps make writing for yourself more fun, too. Like "Oh man, if I'm this giddy over this scene, imagine what my friend will feel!")

[that-was-anticlimactic]

omg i totally forgot it was your anniversary happy 1 year❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💖!!! i can’t believe you guys have been together so long, it warms my heart every day seeing you interact with so much love and affection 🥰 it was so funny realizing that you were together a couple of weeks after the fact bc someone else put the pieces together, but i’m so so happy for you both and i wish you another year of smiles and love 💜💜💜💜💜

AHHHHHHHH hil you have No idea how much this means to me and also prolly to grace ahhhhhh

we don't have a lot of people irl who know about us bc uhhhhh we live in a pretty conservative area (or maybe not on campus but at home at least) so sometimes it sucks to not be able to do some normal coupley things and just. idk this just made me Really happy and Smile Like a Fool and thank you so much for your love and support it means just. so so so much to us <3

@zukkaoru <3