#Ruckus Rooster

[theonetruegnome]

Small epilogue-y thing

It's been another 4 days and I feel extremely guilty again. The ADHDemon has not left me yet... But anyway, I felt like the Chamomile story needed an epilogue, so here it is! Also, don't be mad, but I lightened Cham's font so it'd be more distinguishable from the rest of them. Sorry!

It was nighttime at the Featherby's house, and as usual, Conk and his mother were putting his little sister to bed with a story.

'...So there stands the pecking-bird in his corner, never moving.' Recited Mrs Featherby, 'But they do say that every now and again the kind-hearted clockwork mouse takes out his key and puts it into the pecking bird. Then for a little time the bird comes to life again - But he isn't allowed to keep the key for long! No, the other toys don't trust him anymore, and I don't blame them, do you?'

Chamomile lazily shook her head No and snuggled herself down deeper under the covers. Conk started forward but his Mum got there first. She gently lifted up her topmost blanket and wrapped it around Cham's small exposed shoulders. She looked so peaceful and calm, wrapped in soft linen and hugging her favourite stuffed platypus, Edward.

The two turned to leave the room, taking extra care to muffle their footfalls so the young chick wasn't woken. Cham didn't stir, even when the door gently closed with a soft *click!*

'Whew! Getting out of the room's always the hardest part. Thanks again for helping out Conk, she always likes having you around.'

She puts an arm around his shoulders and pulls him close to her side.

'No p-p- *Yawn* Problem Mom. I always love putting her to bed with you.'

Mrs Featherby frowns down at her son for a second. 'Bedtime for you as well I think Little Sloth...' 'Mom, I'm not tired! Can I please stay up a bit longer?' 'Hmmm... Tell you what; We'll go to the living room and watch one episode of something. If you stay awake throughout the whole thing, you can stay up another hour. That alright with you?' 'Yeah, sure, whatever...'

The two walked to the living room and sat down, She in her armchair near the window, Conk next to his father. Mr Featherby smiled as his son sat down and patted his thighs. Conk put his head in his lap and stretched himself out on the sofa. The screen shifted between colour pictures and complete blackness as they flicked through the Channels. Conk's mind wandered. He wasn't a bad person, by any means. He was kind, calm, he always had a pen... But scenes from the day's events kept playing over and over in his mind...

'That ok with you bud?' 'Huh?' 'We're going to watch Big bang theory. You fine with that?' 'Oh, yeah, that's fine.'

The episode came on and Conk almost immediately let his mind wander. Cham loved him so much, and that was the best thing about his life. But... the way she ran over to Leah and cuddled her at once, just a few hours ago... Was she happy with him? Things kept swirling around his head; him walking home alone. saddling the others with Cham. Not being the one to tuck her in earlier...

Mr Featherby straightens up, pushing his son into a sitting position. 'Alright, Conk, what's up?' 'Wha? What do you mean?' 'Sheldon just fell down the stairs, that kinda thing always makes you laugh!' He shrugs, 'I guess I just didn't find it that funny.' Mr featherby grabs both of Conk's shoulders and looks his son straight in the eyes. 'You're lying. I can always tell when you're lying. Conk, if you're upset about something, just tell us. Please?' Conk inflates his chest, puffing himself up. He then sighs and hangs his head. 'I just feel useless as a brother. I really don't do much to help Cham...'

'Awww, Conk, you're not useless at all! Cham loves you!' 'But earlier she was so happy with the others; And as soon as I left, she wrapped herself around Leah's leg.' 'Cham does that with everyone, she just loves everyone. But you are, and always will be, her favourite person.' 'But I don't do anything to help her. Earlier I left her with my friends so I could go home and take a nap!' 'Buddy, you were exhausted. You looked like you were about to fall asleep on your feet. How could you have helped her in that condition?' 'I guess I couldn't really-' 'And you already do so many great things that are really useful! You help us take her places, look after her when we can't, let her cry on your shoulder hen she's upset and you always, without fail, tell her a story, every night.'

The conversation is interrupted by soft rustling and tiny footfalls from behind them. All three turn and see Chamomile standing there, looking at them all while squeezing Edward tightly to her chest. She's got tears in her eyes and looks terrified.

'Cham! Why are you up? What's wrong?' '*Sniff* I had a bad dweam. D-Daddy said he didn' want me anymore *Sniff* an'- an' he threw me out int-into the road *Sniff* an' a big truck came an'-' 'Oh, Chicklet, I'd never do that. You're my beautiful baby girl, I wouldn't ever want to throw you into the road.'

Mrs Featherby gets up, but Conk has reached Cham first. He bends down and lets Chamomile wrap an arm around his neck. He then straightens up and supports her with his arms.

'It was only a nightmare Cham, it can't hurt you. I know it was scary, but it's over now, you're safe and we wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. Do you wanna stay up a bit with us? Or shall we take you back to bed and I'll tell you a story?' '...Story...'

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'-But if you think this cured Mrs Pepperpot of reading her fortune in a coffee cup you are very much mistaken. The only thing is, she does take more care not to pick up the wrong cup and read her husband's fortune instead of her own.' Conk finished reading the story and looked up. He had gotten Chamomile back into bed, tucked her in nice and cosy and settled her down. She looked much calmer now, but still on edge, like she was fighting off drowsiness. 'Time to go to sleep now Chicklet.' 'I can't. I'm too scared of having another bad dream.' 'I promise you won't. These things never come in twos.' 'Pwease stay with me Conkie?' 'Of course. I'll stay here all night. If you have another bad dream, just cuddle up to me, I'll make it better.' 'Okie... I love you Conkie.' 'I love you too Cham. Now it's time to sleep. *Yawn* Go- *Ah* Go to... *Yawn* sleep...'

Before they went to bed, Mr and Mrs Featherby peeped in to check up on Cham. They saw her snoozing with a smile on her face. Next to her, slumped in his chair, was Conk. He looked peaceful, and his expression was a similar one of contentment. Silently, Mrs featherby entered, wrapped a blanket around her son's shoulders, and kissed him on the forehead. She left soundlessly and closed the door with a smart *Click!*

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) "How to Create a Perfect Man"

A Long time Ago In the Good Neighborhood, Saphira had been married to A Decent man name "Daniel Landus Rooster" For Seventeen years..Or So She thought..During the Seventeen years of marriage, Saphira Caught him Cheating On Her With her Neighbor Name Lydia and Lydia is too Married as well…and Saphira Scolded Daniel So harshly..that she will threaten him to call his parents about this..Daniel Knew what His parents is Capable of, He Knew His parents "HATES" Cheating and all..So Daniel begged Saphira forgiveness and all..Saphira decided to Give him a Last chance..but one condition..He has to Wear a chasity belt as Punishment, She asked How long is he and lydia had been having an affair and then he said 3 Months..so she said to him as punishment, He has to wear a Chasity belt For 3 months and Daniel look defeated.. Lydia's Husband however began to dragged Lydia out and Made a huge Scolding and began to Divorce her clean out.. Three Months Has Passed and the chasity belt is off from daniel. On the Seventeenth Year, Saphira was ready to Have a Seventeen Year Anniversary Dinner set up..until She heard the Ruckus.. Then she went upstairs and began to take a look of whats going on And There Saphira Saw him and Her other Neighbor name "Claudia" is making love..Then She began to Slammed the door Open as the two in bed Froze in shock when they see Saphira with a Wrathful look on her face..and She said,

Saphira: "DANIEL! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE SMILING DEVIL IS GOING ON HERE!!!??"

Daniel:"Saph! I Can explain!! This Isn't what it looks like!"

Saph:" Oh I Know what it Looks like! It Looks like you and My Neighbor is Making beast with two backs on OUR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!!!"

Daniel yelped as Claudia was trying to escape..but the Husband Came in and he said,

Husband: "CLAUDIA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MR. ROOSTER!!??"

Claudia: "Honey I can Explain!"

Husband: " Your making love with a Married man!! How could you do this!?"

Claudia: "Don't put this on me! Your the one who's sleeping around with other Women!"

Then saphira Cut in

Saph: " WHOA WHOA WHOA!! What!? Do you really tell me that The Neighbor hood Husbands cheats on wives, And Now Wives Cheats on husband! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO'S FAITHFUL HERE!!?"

Saphira was Hell raising Angry when her face turns red..and steaming coming out of her head clean..

Saphira:" Since When the Whole Neighborhood Became a FUCKING NEIGHBORHOOD WHOREHOUSES!!!?? Turns to daniel Daniel! Is there Something I should Know about it? Hmm?!"

Daniel: looked defeated and ashamed "Yes..I've Slept with 55 Different women..plus claudia..including the 5 others before marriage."

Saph: eye widen and began to go into rage " You…WHAT!??? How Could you do this to me!? Your telling me..that you've been sleeping around with 61 women this whole time!!??"

Then Daniel Nodded with shame and defeat, Then Saphira said Something that Everyone will be shocked

Saph: " THATS IT!! Daniel Landus Rooster! We Are getting a DIVORCE!! And I'm going to Sue Your 61 Whore of yours and I hope you Will Pay the Settlement Fee along With your 61 harlots!! You better be Lucky that we don't Have Kids..because I'm going to be Feeling guilty about this..and every child who is Born affair..WILL NEVER BE HAPPY! And Also Daniel..I'm Calling your parents and tell Them about this..and Boy…You better be Prepare what Will happen When I'm Done with you!"

Daniel: " Oh god! Please Not my parents!! They'll Sent me Away to Gentleman School again! It's Like hell!"

Saph:" Well Thats Too Goddamn Bad! You Shouldn't Cheat on me in the first place, and Yet you did! with 61 Different women! Enough is Enough! I regret Giving you a last chance and I should've Divorce you when I got a Chance, So We're getting a Divorce and THATS FINAL! and I'm Selling this House and Move away from this.. Neighborhood of Infidelities! I will Not Live with anyone Who would became a Serial Cheater!"

After the Confrontation, Saphira Called His parents and Told Them everything. When They Heard Saphira about Daniel and all, they were So Livid that they head there and Made Daniel Sign the divorce Papers Which Daniel was so Stubborn to sign it until His Father Threaten him to Cut ties if he Didn't Sign it…So Next day, She sued 61 different women for settlement fee..All of them paid her in Huge Lump sum and So does Daniel whom he's the Source of all the troubles.. After She Sell the House..She Moved away to a Nice Country Side where they Have a Nice Big Small town Full of good decent people.. But 4 years had passed, Saphira Felt a bit empty in Her heart but..She Blamed Herself For giving her "Ex" Husband a Second Chance, However this Doesn't Stop to find a Good decent man better than Daniel Rooster. Meanwhile at the Lab that Saphira made a great Buisness there..but There was a Slime Creature that was sealed up in the glass chamber and sees the Picture of Saphira as the Daughter of the CEO On the wall..it can't help but fell in love with her..but then Her father complain that She needs a man who would love her,,a man who is strong and kind and very Protective to her..and be there when she needed the most…as the slime creature heard what he said, He had a plan to escape and that night..he Broke out and began to see the Absorbing elixir and then he drank up and began to hunt down a good strong men..and went to the small town..and found alot of good looking and strong men..as one by one..it absorbs them..and when it went behind her home..and suddenly..the skeleton hand emerge from the slime..and the rest of it..and the slime began to cover the skeleton and transforms into a One handsome Man that saphira's father wanted Saphira to have…as He comes to the door..and knocks on it..as Saphira opens the door..and she said," hello?" Then he answered…

[sometimesanalice]

A prompt party, Alexa? How in the world did I miss that? I'd be over the moon if you could write a little something for Bradley + "i’m gonna marry you one day." 🪩 ✨

Rebecca! Now you know I’m always down to write a little something for a smitten Bradley! I hope you enjoy!

It was a surprisingly quiet night at the Hard Deck.

You could actually hear the music playing out of Penny's old juke box, rather than just the faint essence of notes for whatever oldie was queued up over the usual rowdy ruckus. And there were more empty chairs scattered about than there were taken ones.

It was one of the rare rainy days they got in San Diego. The gray skies and drizzle driving even the best of Uncle Sam's finest under blankets and curled up on couches.

Bradley always liked the moody weather. He liked the way the clouds seemed to cling to the coastline. He liked the rough rolling waves as they broke against the shore with more force than they usually did.

But he wasn't look out the bank of windows out towards the beach, in fact, he had his back turned to it.

Because he was looking at you.

Bradley had been trying to ask you out for the better part of two months now. And he was starting to think that you were giving him the runaround.

He'd learned that first evening that you were only filling in as a favor to Penny- she and your mom went way back as sorority sisters- for a few months as Jimmy recovered from his knee replacement surgery.

Under normal circumstances, he’d take the hint and move on. And even if his mom hadn’t raised him right- which she had- Rooster knew that just because someone was nice didn’t mean they were interested. Especially when it was their job.

But he couldn’t kick the feeling that there was something there.

All he needed was one date to prove it.

It was more than the way you always seemed to catch him looking, because you were looking right back. Or the way you’d slip him a free drink every now and then, saying it was on the house. Or the way you found a way to brush past him a little too close whenever you'd swing by with more peanuts for Bob or a fresh round of drinks for his friends.

You were so damn smart and funny as hell. He’d taken to spending less time on his ESPN app and more time on the NYT trying to find interesting topics to get to spend a extra few minutes with you. Nothing felt better than earning a smile from you.

But any time he got close to asking you out or asking for your number, you were pulled away by something or another. The sound of broken glass. A pointed throat clearing from a thirsty patron. An emergency trip to the storage closet.

Rain was good luck in some places, and Bradley needed all the luck he could get. It hadn’t been on his side in the past two month, but tonight was his night. He was sure of it.

Especially considering he was the only person seated at the bar.

You'd been popping out and checking on people, delivering refills personally to the few people who had braved the elements instead of having them come up to the bar.

Rooster was patient, he didn't mind waiting his turn. After all, he had a shiny new NYT subscription to keep him company.

He smiles to himself when you work your way back to the bar, grabbing the bowl of limes and a cutting board, and setting up right in front of him. He watches as you deftly slice and quarter the limes into wedges, their bright scent clinging in the air.

“Why does it feel like I’ve seen less of you tonight than I do when this place is packed?” Bradley asks, saving the article he was midway through before closing out of the app completely.

���I’m just a one woman show here tonight, I told Penny to stay home." You're tidy and efficient in the way you store the prepped wedges and work to clean up the already immaculate bar. "It's means a bit more running around for me. But I don't mind, I like to keep busy."

"So I've noticed."

You look up at him from under your lashes, as you wipe down the prep space. "Have you been keeping tabs on me, Rooster?"

"Now I know you're teasing me." He sets his phone down and levels a look at you. "Because we both know you catch me looking often enough to know the answer to that."

You press your lips together, but the corners curl up anyways.

"Oh, Bradley," you say with a soft sigh. "Bradley, Bradley, Bradley..."

And then your eyes drop purposefully down.

The two of you stare at his phone sitting on the shiny bar top.

"You wouldn't," he rasps.

"I think I'm legally obligated to. There's a very official wood sign and everything." You look the picture of innocence, but you don't fool him.

"Sweetheart, c'mon."

"Are you asking me to bend the rules for you? Just because Penny isn't here?" You tsk, with a self-satisfied smile. "And here I thought you were a Boy Scout."

Bradley just shakes his head amused as you sashay up to the bell and give it a loud, long ring. A couple whoops go up in response, but no one gets up. Yet.

You walk back towards him with an all too pleased smile.

"I think you enjoyed that."

You smile wider and don't deny it. "I can't lie, it is a fun perk of the job."

He sighs. "And here I thought we had something special."

"Stop that, you're too pretty to pout," you tease. "You gave me no choice. I don't make the rules, I just follow them. And as much as I love Penny, I have a healthy dose of-"

"-fear-"

You smirk. "I was going to say respect. But also you're not wrong."

"And what about me?" he asks, sitting up straighter on his stool. "What are your impressions of me?"

"Oh you?" You tilt your head to the side, letting your gaze linger on his face as you muse. "You look like trouble."

"Do I now?"

"Mmhm. I thought it from the moment I saw you strut through that door." You say it like you're letting him in on a secret. "And there’s something you should probably know about me."

He leans in closer. "And what's that?"

You mirror him, leaning in as well and resting your elbows on the counter. Your face is just inches from his. “I’m really good at getting into trouble.”

He grins. “I’m gonna marry you one day.”

You tip your head back and laugh, it’s the best sound he thinks he’s ever heard. 

“That’s a bold statement from the man who still has yet to ask me out on a date.”

He opens his mouth, to do just that, after months of failed attempts. And then another one of the patrons saddles up to the bar, waving you down for your attention.

Rooster groans.

"Alas, it appears I have another gentleman caller," you sing, reaching for the towel and waving it like a handkerchief in his direction. "Guess I'll be seeing you around, Bradley. Maybe at the end of an aisle, who knows, the night is young."

The smile you give him promises that this conversation isn't over yet.

You spin away from him and don’t give him a second glance as you head over towards the thirsty man whose beer is going on his tab, but there’s a sway in your hips that wasn’t there before.

And Bradley thinks to himself, this is going to be fun. 

[writing-with-moss]

Saw your post, and thought: why not?

Ok ok, imagine reader is a sleeper, and they like to sleep in most mornings. But one day they decided to wake up in the devil hours of the day and bake apple pie, waking up the 141 and they're generally concerned about reader's sleep schedule and health lmao.

If you understand what I mean.

thank you anon! I really appreciate the ask. My inbox had been really funky these last few days so I'm sorry it took so long!

Poly!TF141 x F!reader

TW/CW- mentions of anxiety and pregnancy, reader wears glasses and is called American, but nothing more than pure fluff!

It was dark when your eyes fluttered open. The warmth of the bed almost pulls you back to sleep. But you manage to get your eyes to stop drooping, your body lazily rolling over and glancing up at the clock.

3:20 a.m

You groan, might as well get up and start the day. So you sit up and swing yourself off the warm covers, leaving your comfy safehaven to maneuver through the dark room. Your hip brushes against a bookshelf and your hands enclose around your pair of glasses.

Finally able to see, you stumble into the kitchen, stretching out with a hum of pleasure, shivers running your spine. The gentle lamp light of the kitchen and the rumble in your stomach kept your socked feet moving along.

You settle on a book, wide open to a certain page. Apple Pie. Warm saliva filled your mouth at the thought of what you had been craving for weeks now. It had been so intense your boyfriends thought you might've been pregnant.

You open up the cupboards and drag out a few bowls, cutting up a few apples.

You must've been too loud because you were halfway into pouring the filling when a large form fills the doorway.

"Wha' da 'ell ya doin' Bonnie?" A sleepy Scottish man grumbles, stumbling towards you in just his boxers. "Cant feckin' sleep with so much bloody ruckus-"

He pauses at your baking, raising a brow. You turn and give a weak smile. "Sorry....Didn't mean to."

"Wha' da 'ell are you makin'?" A rougher voice came from the doorway, a man in matching black sweats stood behind Soap, tilting his head to watch you work.

"Apple Pie." You curtly answered, smiling as you hummed along, popping the dish into the oven.

"Yer so feckin' American." Soap wraps his arms warmly around your waist as he pecks a few kisses to your jaw. His stubble brushing against your cheek, causing a giggle to bubble in your chest. Ghosts warm hand landing on the back of your head to scratch at your scalp before gently tugging at Soaps Mohawk.

Johnny sticks his tongue out at him, before smiling. Ghost responding roughly. "Yer hair makes ya look like a fecking rooster."

Before he could reply, another man walked in.

"American apple pie huh?" Price came in with an almost concerned expression, pouring a mug of steaming coffee. "Yer up early baby. Somethin' goin' on?"

You shake your head. "Don't think so. Just had some cravings and got up early." Soap buries his head a bit deeper into your shoulder as he chuckles.

"You sure you ain't pregnant?" You elbow his side and he laughs, pulling back with a grin. Hopping onto the counter.

"I am not!" Ghost side eyes you and you huff, laughing. "Trust me, I would know. I already took a test. I. Am. Not. Pregnant."

"What about pregnancy- Oh is that apple pie?" Gaz suddenly pops into the kitchen, scratching his chin. "You okay babe? You're up really early."

"Yeah, I just woke up weirdly early. I dunno."

Price tilts his head, wrapping his arm around Gaz' shoulder as they cuddle up. "You anxious?"

"Maybe? I think I'll be okay." You respond, sighing as you cross your arms over your chest. Ghost gently pulls you a bit closer, enveloping you in warmth.

"We're always here for ya. Our sweet girl." He pecks a firm kiss to your forehead and they all nod.

Soap grins slightly. "But are you sure you aren't?-" You throw your towel at him before he can finish.

(Hopefully this is good enough! Thanks for the ask Anon! Requests are open!)

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(at Jake's family farm) Rooster(watching a goat butting into other goat, trying to pick fights):...What's that one's name? Hangman(grins): Oh, him? I named him "Rooster". Rooster: Funny....Wait, what about the actual rooster? Hangman: You mean "Foghorn Leghorn"? Rooster: Of course. (hearing a slight ruckus, they both look over to the chicken coop, where a chicken is chasing away the rooster, and is clearly scaring some of the goats) Rooster: Dare I ask - ? Hangman(grins): - Don't tell Phoenix.

[call-sign-jinx]

Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 1

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

Main Masterlist Bradley ”Rooster” Bradshaw Masterlist Series Masterlist

a/n - hello my lovelies! this is not the original first chapter becos i was a knobhead and accodentally deleted it so i'm going have to rewrite it ahaha. anyways, ta ta! xx

I had moved to San Diego from Manchester, England to get into the academy that would lead me to entering Top Gun. That was 2 years ago. I am now officially part of the Top Gun and I am dead fucking proud.

However, the first official day at Top Gun is tomorrow. Everyone who was accepted made a group chat and we all arranged to go to The Hard Deck to meet everyone and break the ice.

I'm driving in my red Toyota S2000, There It Go by Juelz Santana blasting through my speakers and the roof down. I've began to enjoy living in America, although I do miss my home back in Manchester.

I finally arrive at The Hard Deck, park my car, put the roof up and lock the doors. I make my way to the door, but suddenly two tall and muscular men burst through the door carrying a slightly smaller man. I pay them no mind and go into the bar.

I look around and when I see the khaki uniforms that we all have to wear I made my way over. I looked around the group and saw a woman with dark hair pulled back into a bun and brown eyes. I sighed in relief and made my way over to her.

"Thank god that there's another woman, I could not deal with all the testosterone on my own." The woman chuckled as she stook her hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Phoenix, you can call me Nat if you want though." I shake her hand a give her a warm smile.

"I'm Vandal, but you can call me Y/N." After making some small talk with her I buy a double whiskey from the bar and make my way back to Nat.

"What do we have here?" A cocky and arrogant voice boomed throughout the room. I turned to look at who it was and saw a tanned, blonde man standing in front of me and Nat.

"Vandal. You?" I raise a brow at him, I could tell he was the type of guy to immediately thinking he is the best out of all of us.

"Hangman. But you can call me Jake." He winked at me and I fake gagged at him. The smile faltered slightly but then he took a step closer to me and aligned his mouth to my ear.

"Just know you're missing out on one hell of a night Sugar." Nat punched him in his shoulder lightly and he flinched back.

"Back off Bagman, you're more passed around than a cigarette." Me and Nat laugh and he mocks hurt. He puts his hand on his chest and fake cries.

"Words hurt Phoenix." After actually talking to some of them, the door bursts open. Everyone turns to the door to look whose made such a ruckus.

Bradley fucking Bradshaw. Great.

We make eye contact and he smirks. He weaves through the crowd until he's about 3 feet in front of me. I could smell his shitty cologne from here, God it smelled disgusting.

"What are you doing here Shortcake?" That nickname made my stomach churn. He was so fucking aggravating.

"Well, seeing as I'm a damn good pilot, they asked me to join Top Gun. What you doing ere? Seeing what could've been?" I raise my eyebrow and curl my lip at him.

We always had a rivalry every since I joined the same academy as he did. We immediately started this sort of rivalry type thing. Well, he started it. Never found out why he never liked me.

"Actually, Sweetheart. I was asked to come to Top Gun as well." He had the smuggest look on his face I wanted to punch it right off. Prick.

"Well that's surprising, didn't know they'd let just about anyone into Top Gun." Bradshaw rolled his eyes and walked away to go meet the other guys.

"I sense some tension." Nat said in a sing-songy voice. Oh God not her too.

"Absolutely not, I do not like him one single bit. And he feels the same way about me." Nat raised a brow with a cheeky side-smile.

"Then what is going on between you two? Did one of you not call the other back?" Nat asked in a slight baby voice while pouting.

"We've just never liked each other, we always try to one up each other all the time. He treats it as a game, but I just want to be the best." Nat nodded and still had the side smile on her face.

"I just know you two are eventually going to go home together. It always happens like that." My eyes become as wide as golf balls. Absolutely not! Never! I told myself as I practically choked on my drink.

"Absolutely not! Now instead, let's enjoy our night before we have to wake up at the break of fucking dawn tomorrow." Nat nods in agreement as we head over to the bar.

This is going to be a long few weeks. Especially with Bradshaw here.

[lilapplesheadcannons]

Nie MingJue has a pet chicken. No, it's not a spiritual rooster. It's not his emotional support animal. It's not smart enough or loyal enough to be anything other than dinner. Which it was supposed to be. Except the cook is not as nimble as she was, and the chicken made a mighty escape from her arthritic fingers. Nie Mingjue came out of his study room to shout at whoever was causing the ruckus and was hit by what seemed like a moulting feather duster on his midriff. The kitchen staff were banished promptly to the kitchen by him. But in their hurry to get away, they left him holding the chicken.

Most people think the chicken is significant to him. Even Jin GuangShang made sure to ask Nie MingJue about his new pet and its extraordinary feats. Nie Mingjue will strangle HuaiSang the moment he gets his hands on the little rat because who else would spread the rumours that a chicken can count up to 10 and sing like an oriole? Who has ever heard of a chicken singing? Damn it, damn it, damn it!

But despite the headache caused by a chicken in his living quarter (spilt ink, upturned rice bowls, feather under his pillow), Nie MingJue doesn't order the kitchen to take away the chicken.

"What do you call him?" Lan Xichen brings out few grains of rice from his sleeve.

Nie MingJue runs a tired hand over his face. He wishes people wouldn't attempt to feed a chicken in his living quarter. Or assume he's actually raising that chicken.

"Nothing. I don't call it anything."

"Nonsense. You must give him an appropriate name. How about...."

"Her."

"Pardon?"

"It's a she." Surely Xichen knows the difference between a rooster and a hen? On the other hand, you can never tell with the Lans.

"Oh. How about Xiao Hua?"

"I am not naming it."

"Come on. You can't raise her without giving her a pretty name."

"I am not trying to raise her, I swear. For heaven's sake, it's a chicken!"

Xichen turns to meet his eyes. "Are you angry? I am sorry, it was presumptuous of me to try to name your chicken."

Nie MingJue growls before stomping away. Tonight, he'll order the kitchen to make stewed chicken.

Except the chicken doesn't really end up stewed. Or boiled or fried or anything else. It ends up with a golden ring on its ankle. Jin GuangYao only smiles apologetically when Nie MingJue asks him about it. People start referring to the chicken as Jingwei, much to MingJue's chagrin. He gets confronted by the sight of a bunch of Lan teen disciples intently staring at the chicken pecking at the ground and taking notes. On the next discussion conference, the Yiling Laozu himself plops down beside him and goes into a rant about headstrong pets and their antiques. Nie Mingjue is so exhausted, he nods along even though he's pretty sure he'd catch fire any moment from the glare Wangji is sending his way. Jiang Wanyin drags Wei Wuxian away after a while, and Nie MingJue sighs. But his relief is short-lived as Jin GuangYao carefully carries the chicken to him.

"She was beginning to get restless," he offers as an explanation.

Nie MingJue wants to scream. Instead, he takes the chicken and starts patting its bony spine.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

[dizzyrobinsims]

Predictions for Pokemon Legends Z-A

1: AZ shows up and is important to the plot.

2: Eternal Floette y'all.

3: 1850-1920 time period, adding power grid to Lumiose city and redeveloping it to update it for it's time.

4: Snivy, Piplup and Scorbunny* as the starters. (This is a shot in the dark, due to Vibes- I mean Empolean is a Napoleon pun among other things.)

5: We're gonna be part of the redevelopment team and part of our job will be going to clear out/catch pokemon in zones that need to be developed/are causing a ruckus in the city.

6: Lysandre's ancestor is just a rich jerk. We are talking Melli level of irrelevance and annoyance. *added note*- I'm keeping my original prediction here, but I was debating between Scorbunny and Torchic- ultimately went Scorbunny due to rabbit fairytales in france + Torchic already having a mega. BUT. On further thought I think Torchic might get it anyway due to rooster being a symbol of france and other speculation.

[switchbladedreamz]

Pardon My German

Summary: Bob and reader had met on base in Lenore a few years ago. You were quick friends but that changed when Bob asked you on a date to the Hard Deck.

Warnings: drinking, that's it. Fluffy fluff

A quiet "shieße" sounds behind me as I bend over the pool table to take my shot, a smirk playing on my lips. "Pardon my german" Bob apologizes sheepishly. "Someone tell Baby On Board that the phrase is 'pardon my french' " Hangman calls out half jokingly, half condescendingly from the opposite end of the pool table. "I don't know French jackass" Bob retorts playfully. That sent laughter howling around the room, myself included. "Es ist ok, wirklich schatz" I respond with a smile. The laughter then exchanged with "ooh"s from the pilots. "They got you there Bagman" Phoenix eggs on. Hangman holds his hands up in mock surrender, not something he does often. I've seen Hangman staring at me as well. Oh what fun. But Hangman was too cocky for me. And I just could do that to Bob, he's too sweet.

Suddenly a hand lands on my shoulder I grab but the pull (out of reflex) thankfully was interrupted, as I recognize Bob's face. "sorry, sweetie. Old habits die hard". I peck him on the cheek. His face reddens, we look up and everyone is staring. I chuckle nervously, debating on whether I should explain. "Spy! I'm calling it now" Fanboy calls out causing a ruckus of laughter to erupt. "Close, Marine." I say between sharing laughs. "Entschuldigung ich komme aus Amerika, ja?" Bob asked, chuckles rolling off his tongue as the laughter died down. "Yes." "Naah I'm not buyin the Marine thing, definitely an international superspy". Hangman rebutted. I just shake my head and smile. Picking up my cue, I shoot and land the two cueballs in the same pocket.

Three hours, two drinks and 5 shots later Bob and I are swaying together, holding each other, to the slow song Rooster is playing on the piano. My eyes flutter shut as a pair of soft lips start kissing my neck. "Bobby" I whisper, "not here". "I'm just enjoyin my girl, gotta show everyone you're with me", a hazy drunk smile and matching bloodshot eyes greet me when I come face to face with Bob. "Let's get you home sweetie" "nooooo*hiccup*ooo" he whines. I just giggle and lead him by the arm to my car.

Finally getting his seat belt on correctly, Bob decides to turn up the radio. Like A Stone by Audioslave comes through the speakers and Bob slurs along. "You're so beautiful (Y/n)". "I think you're pretty too Bobby, now where do you live sweetpea?"

The next five minutes is spent with Bob laughing his ass off that I called him sweetpea. "I just stay on base, the bunkersss". A loud gasp scares the shit out of me, causing me to swerve a little.. "Bob are you okay?!" I look to see where the blood was coming from, to my surprise he's fine. Just drunk. "I want some fucking cookies" Bob glares at me as a loud guffaw escapes me. "We can get cookies tomorrow darlin". I pull into the base parking lot after the MPs let us pass. "I like it when you call me darlin. I'm holding to you the cookies ma'am". I laugh to myself as I think that that made more sense in his head. He leans over the counsel and sloppily kisses me. We make out for a few seconds, pulling away out of breath. "get some sleep bobby, call me in the mornin and we can get some breakfas". Bob just smiled and tells me I'm beautiful again as a response.

I watch his cute butt as he disappears into the building. I rest my own swimming head on the steering wheel. I almost fall asleep before a knock at my window startles me. Rolling down my window I look to the MP, "Ma'am you need to leave." Nodding yes I throw the hearse in reverse (I put my hearse in reverse, gonna go for a drive up to the cemetery get inside) and back out of the parking lot. Homeward bound.

"Was für eine Reihe von unvorhergesehenen Ereignissen" i whisper to myself as I pull into the apartment complex parking lot.

[quillsandblades]

when you get this, list 5 sounds that the world around us makes that u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool, but no pressure!) ♥️⚔️

Thanks for the ask sunny, that's quite an interesting one!!

Hmm let's see, idk if they'll make sense and I might get off topic in between but you asked first so get ready for a rant 🙃

The sound of rivers (especially the fast flowing ones) and streams. Firstly, it's the nature, the beauty of it. There's calm in a river's chaos, in its constant noise of splash and flow. The crystal clear waters, sometimes blue and sometimes sea green, showing glistening round rocks where it's shallow enough. You stand in there and feel the river beat against your ankles, ice cold. And to me, it's like a long forgotten home (it might sound stupid ok, but that's just how I feel). And I've got a lot of good memories near rivers and streams, so whenever I see or hear one I feel way too happy. You can just sit in, dangle your feet in the water and forget about the world for a while, and just live.

The birds chirping in the early morning, when the sun is rising. It's the clearest sound when all else is silent, hundreds of birds, their hundreds of voices, all greeting the sun. To me it feels like time has stopped for a while and even the universe has gone still to catch its breath. It's the timelessness that I love, I can breathe without a worry for a while, I can think about this and that. Even the birds are chirping in ease. (Interestingly, the sound of the birds in the evening makes me anxious. Some of the calls are drawn out, others are hurried. They're all rushing to their nests as if it's all one big race. It's a signal that the day has ended. It's over for now. Whatever I managed to do today was all I achieved and it leaves me with a sense of urgency I really don't like)

A baby or a child's laughter. I think I don't even have to explain this one. Children's joy is a very pure kind of joy, so whenever a child laughs it makes me feel that if there's something capable of making a baby happy in this world, then things really aren't all that bad. And besides, their giggles are so damn contagious, I always fail to hold in my own laughter seeing them like that.

A rooster crowing. This one cuz it brings back good memories, I've had roosters around my house since I was basically three. I'm used to hearing them crow and let me tell you, their calls are certainly not confined to the sunrise only. I've had many sleepless nights bcz they were up all the damn time and crowing after every ten minutes and then they never made a single sound when the sun rose. I've come to believe they do it whenever they're in the mood, the sun really isn't a factor. But it's nice to have them around. All the roosters we've had up till now always attack my brother a lot whenever he comes out - as I said, good memories 🙂

And then there's noise a certain crowd makes. I'm not a fan of loud places or huge noisy crowds, but what I'm talking about here is the relived chatter of students when they leave the exam hall, the whooping and cheers during a class party or a festival, the ruckus of voices talking over one another along with songs and laughter woven in during trips. It's a mark of the time we're spending together, making memories, living the best of the life. It would make me sad to know I'm not gonna have this kind of chaos one day in life

[grokebaby]

you got some more to share about the traveller of the night Syne? Where did he got his scars from?

[Talking about this]

Sure! I'm actually flattered that you wanted to ask, sorry this reply is so late. Ti's the burnout.

(Here's the picture again for visual clarity since I'll tackle the scar question)

Honestly the boring answer is that I hadn't thought of any interesting backstory for his scars; he's a Guard of the village, he's a trained warrior, he should simply have them! I'm sure some of them came from sparring or challenges and whatnot. The warriors have their own town further away where they often have spar circles and hold various games and sports for themselves. Though Syne isn't the most active to participate nor eager to show off as many of his peers, so, most likely he's gotten the scars on the job.

His mission is to guard the village from anything that might harm the civilian demons living there, as well as be a sort of safetyman in case the villagers themselves start causing a ruckus with each other. Though for the latter he usually works as a muscle and meat shield to separate any aggressive individuals from each other, rather than be an authority figure, and he's not responsible for discipline nor consequences. But yeah, being a middle man and a Guard dog probably earns you some scars!

That's not to say that he probably hasn't met any monsters bc I'm sure he has. He needs to defend the village from anything - even some of his peers, so I'm sure he's seen plenty a scares. He's told to not engage any Plagues tho, not in combat at least. They're a Volatile bunch and in the case of encountering one he's meant to dissuade them away at any cost, or go warn someone and get help. They may come from the same creator but a warrior who challenges a plague is a dead one. That's how they're taught. They also respect most of them, though..

Here's another picture of Syne with his co-guard / substitute, Pyynhäntä ("Partridge tail"). Smaller info snippets under the cut jus for fun :)

- He's born from two lesbian beasts under mysterious circumstances. As a young cub he wandered often alone at night and was allegedly found and adopted that way.

- He has a bit of a gay (and one sided) rivals to kinda-friends thing going on with a local rooster dilf.

- He's probably been a donor to some of his friends to help them have cubs/kits/pups. He has like a semi-uncle type relationship to them, if any. I mean c'mon, he's a big beautiful hunk, and his romantic life is really complicated, someone's gotta make use of those genes. And he agrees.

[theonetruegnome]

Who wakes the waker?

Today's random post while I work on picky's shift.

You may have noticed, Conk-out is a cockerel. This means he crows correct? Welllll not exactly...

See, Conk's father is the current area cockerel, crowing every morning to wake everyone up so they can go about their day. However, he is getting on in years and his voice is often hoarse from years of daily screaming, so wishes for his first son Conk to take over when he retires, and has him practicing his wake-up calls. Turns out, conk can crow very loud when he needs to and apparently can be heard in the next town over on clear days.

The only problem is his schedule. As you'd know if you read his bio, he has both Narcolepsy and insomnia, so he often passes out a lot during the day but can't sleep when he needs to, and his sleep schedule is entirely in the hands of fate. In fact, he sometimes has to stop or even go home to rest in the middle of playing because he feels too exhausted or just falls asleep on his feet. So, Conk often can't sleep at night and ends up exhausted and weak by the time he has to crow, or he sleeps right through it and doesn't know what time it is when he wakes up, so he might as well not bother.

His father doesn't particularly care too much. Sure, it would be nice for the family tradition to carry on, but his son just has a different circadian rhythm and he wouldn't force him to do something he doesn't want to. And anyway, he's proud his son has found his own thing in helping his friends sleep and writing stories. Though, he does wish Conk was normal sometimes, only because it's hard to see his little chicklet always tired or on edge, knowing nothing he does can help him, that he has, in a way completely out of his control, failed as a father.

Just some world building. D'you like Conk's father? Ruckus rooster? (So you know, Ruckus is a softer/lighter shade of purple than Conk and has a megaphone charm.) Just so I know if you guys want more fleshed out characters for the shifted critters' families, or if they should just be given the side character treatment.

[creatureshrieks]

chill out, jacket. @mxlevolence || Ghostface & Jacket || prompted.

Jacket spun on his heels at the sudden voice, a barely detected noise over the chaos of his bat bashing against whatever surface he could collide it with. It was amazing it didn't snap in half with the force. Jacket's breathing was heavy, an angered panting. It was obvious he was still freshly bloodied, his rooster mask still wet and the blood still soaking through his titular jacket. The fist curled around the handle of his bat shook with the strain - god, was he pissed.

An unusual emotion for Jacket to express. Not as if he couldn't feel anger and, in fact, spent most of his days with some vague overall sense of irritation, but he was often level-headed, able to hunt down his targets with cold efficiency. Until today, at least. Something had set him off and he was taking the leftover anger out on the world around him.

Jacket's jaw clenched - beating up crashed cars and kicking up mud wasn't doing the least bit to calm him down. Not like it was when his bat collided with bone. Not like when it he fit something alive, beating their bodies into a bloodied pulp. Jacket liked hurting other people. It was cathartic.

But, thankfully, Ghostface wasn't one of his targets. And, despite the fact he wouldn't admit so, they were right. Throwing a tantrum wasn't going to fix anything.

There's a muffled sigh from beneath his mask. His grip on his bat loosens.

" What do you want ? " A quiet voice, a sharp contrast to the ruckus he was kicking up before.

[whitepolaris]

Paranormal Playmates at Logan Mansion

Ghosts make lousy tenants. They keep odd hours, disturb the neighbors, create all sorts of ruckus, and all off, they don't pay rent and aren't easily evicted. Worst of all, they seem to like living in a rundown place and don't appreciate anyone else fixing it up. The surest, easiest, and cheapest way to spook the spooks into revealing themselves is to show up with a fresh can of paint and some brushes and act like you're going to do a little sprucing up. They hate that.

When Vicki and Bully LeBrun moved into the old Logan Mansion on Austin Place in Shreveport in the mid-1970s, they soon got underway with renovations. One of the features they loved was the house's large unfinished attic, which had served as a rainy-day playroom for the children of former owners and could be refitted as Vicki's baton-twirling school. But the more they tried to fix up the place, the more the house seemed to resist their efforts. Can lids popped off and went missing, paint spilled of its own accord, and newly replaced window glass inexplicably shattered. Exhausted after a typical day peppered with events like this, they'd try to go to sleep, but then lights would turn on and televisions or adios would suddenly blare in unoccupied rooms. The smell of fried chicken often permeated the house, even if salad with the only thing on the dinner menu.

Despite all that, the big Victorian pile was still a little too swanky to call a living hell. But when the overlarge rooms began to feel crowded, the couple realized they weren't alone and decided to do some investigating.

The house had originally belonged to local beer and ice distributor L. R. Logan, who bought a sizable lot in Shreveport's Ledbetter Heights neighborhood and built the Queen Anne-style house there in 1897. But by the end of World War I, it had become a boarding house, owned by a former Kansas City Southern Railroad conductor named Wade Hampton raised fighting cocks in a small pen behind the house and tinkered as a part-time inventor, but no one knows whether either of these activities ever amounted to much. For a while the LeBruns wondered if Hampton himself might be their ghost. After all, an oddball inventor might be the kind of guy who would fry up his fighting roosters if they failed to perform in the ring-that would certainly explain the smell of fried chicken. And if Hampton had been a handyman type, then maybe he was resentful of their amateur restoration efforts. So the "Hampton Is He Who Haunts Us" theory stood for a while.

Little Girls, Lost

But then the LeBruns' historical sleuthing brought a disturbing incident to light. In the late 1970s, a psychic, who was investigating the former Florentine Supper Club across the street, saw a small girl in the upstairs window of the Logan place. She told the couple, and they mentioned the sighting to the employees of radio station KZOZ, which had used the Logan house for its offices and broadcast studios in the years before the LeBruns bought it. Both an engineer and a retired DJ admitted that they'd sometimes seen little girls dashing toward the attic. But every time they followed, there was nothing there, so eventually they learned that Hampton had seen her too-so he couldn't be the ghost after all.

The question, then, was who is she? At least two stories emerged as possible answers. One story the LeBruns uncovered concerned a Dr. Randall Hunt who had lived across the street around the turn of the last century. His daughter, Theodora, was considered peculiar and somewhat "unbalanced." She often roamed the neighborhood looking for other children to play with, but whatever she came lurching into sight, the other kids ran away screaming. She was known to wander into other people's houses-almost no one bothered to lock their doors back then-and if any adults were at home, they'd take her by the hand and lead her back to Dr. Hunt's house. According to one story, in 1904 she entered the Logan Mansion at a time when it was unoccupied and made her way to the top floor. Whether Theodora fell or jumped isn't known, but the Logans found her lying on the ground directly below the open dormer window of the attic, her little skull was shattered from the fall.

But another story says that a different young girl was one among several children living in the old Logan place after it had become a boarding house. She was the daughter of a teacher living on the third floor, and in 1928 she jumped or accidentally fell out of that same aforementioned window while playing.

We're not so sure there's necessarily a conflict between these two stories, however. What if, just to make a wild speculation, both were true? What if, after twenty-four years of having no one else to play with. Theodora Hunt finally saw her chance to recruit a permanent playmate and pushed the other girl out the same window? Afte all, one of the other recurring phenomena at the Logan place has been the sound of voices, plural. From somewhere far upstairs, sounds of a shutting door and at least two faint muffled voices are heard.

[ouroboredom]

Haiku 2OP3: Wk.9 c

058

super 8 clicks off,

quiet auditorium

shuffles out, it's done.

059

stew's still stewing on

that easy bake crock of shit.

roosters coming home.

060

God's precious baby,

an idiot. Amazing.

how graceful, how sweet

061

birdsong's a ruckus

ruffled feather dusters cluck,

muffled sock noises

062

main street hornypost

check the eldritch psychonaut

losing my damn mind

063

a politic of

resentment, huffing jenkem;

praxis: muttering.

064

excuse me, I said

get in the dunktank. you ain't

worth logging out for.

[tongue-like-a-razor]

Heyyy I was wondering if you could do a rooster x reader where the reader and rooster have like 8 kids and the rest of the dagger squad meets the reader and roosters kids and are all shocked at how many kids rooster has? Maybe 7 boys and 1 girl who’s his absolute angle btw just something very soft cute and sweet

Aww that's such a cute idea! Thanks for the request, anon <3 Hope you like it!

Rooster's Brood

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

Summary: The squad gets a little surprise in the form of Rooster spawn.

CW: fluff, dad Rooster, Rooster loves his hot wife, some Hannix vibes, Hangman may actually be the superstar of this drabble..oops

Masterlist

“Uh, Rooster.” Jake furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “There’s a kid behind you making faces. No, scratch that,” he adds, a look of concern washing over his features. “There are two of them. Or am I seeing double?” He blinks several times and rubs his eyes.

Bradley grins at Jake while the rest of the squad gathers around to investigate the situation. When Bradley turns around, the two boys rush at him with open arms. Bradley squats down to gather them up.

“Rooster, I don’t know how to tell you this,” Natasha says warily. “But there are more of them coming your way.”

The group of aviators look down the beach to see five more boys of various ages gunning for Rooster.

“Maybe he used to be a kindergarten teacher?” Bob says hopefully, brushing sand from his shorts.

“Either that or he’s finally found a likeminded group of individuals who share his level of intellect,” Jake says with a grimace.

“Why would you insult the children like that, Hangman?” Javy says with a smile. Jake chuckles while Natasha rolls her eyes at them, shaking her head.

Mickey steps forward, squinting into the afternoon sun. “There’s a girl too.”

At this point, the rest of the boys have crowded around Bradley’s legs, fighting one another off as they try to climb up his body. Despite the ruckus, Bradley seems to be having the time of his life, holding a twin boy in each arm as the rest of the brood takes turns trying to tackle him to the ground.

“Seriously, where the fuck are all these little people coming from?” Jake mutters as a little girl runs barefoot across the beach toward Bradley.

Natasha gives him a hard smack on the shoulder. “Bagman, language!”

Jake looks over at her with a shocked expression, rubbing his arm in bewilderment. “Phoenix, you can’t just go around hitting people. What kind of example are you setting for the juveniles?”

Phoenix shoots him an annoyed glance as Bradley crouches to set the twins down. He’s got one knee on the ground and a huge grin on his face as he stretches his arms out toward the little girl. Meanwhile, the rest of the kids are vaulting him tirelessly. Bradley laughs, bracing himself to stay upright.

The little girl finally arrives and Bradley scoops her up into his arms, standing up and holding her tightly against his chest. She lays her head on his shoulder and he rests his cheek on top of her hair. “Hi princess,” he says, swaying back and forth as he cradles her against his body.

“Hi daddy,” the girl says sweetly.

Jake’s eyes widen as he glances between Natasha and Mickey. “Daddy?” he mouths in utter shock.

Natasha can’t formulate a response because she’s just as surprised as Jake is.

“I missed you, daddy,” the girl says.

“I missed you too, angel,” Bradley mutters softly, squeezing her tighter as the boys bounce around the two of them, goofing off in the sand.

“I count twelve,” Jake says, his eyebrows scrunched up. “You?”

Natasha looks over at him with a grimace. “There are seven. No, wait. Eight, with the girl.”

Jake nods with his jaw jutted out musingly. “I may have counted some of them twice. They move so fast. And they all kind of look alike.”

“They all kind of look like Rooster,” Mickey points out.

Bradley strokes his little girl’s hair as he cranes his neck to observe a figure walking in the distance. He smiles as you approach, your long sundress flowing in the breeze. You’re carrying tiny sandals in your hand.

“Is that the wife, Bradshaw?” Reuben calls out as Bradley’s kids begin to circle his legs. Reuben cups his hands over his package protectively, wincing as they swarm around him.

“Are you kidding?” Jake says. “He wishes; that woman is way out of his league.”

Bradley turns to give Jake a smirk. “I agree.”

You smile at your husband, having heard the latest interaction. Bradley glimpses back at you, squinting slightly from the sun, and holds out his arm toward you with your daughter still on his hip. You lean into his side and he instantly pulls you closer, kissing you passionately on the lips.

“Rooster, there are children present,” Jake says, cringing.

“And very immature adults,” Natasha adds.

Jake gives her a pointed look. “At least you’re self-aware,” he retorts.

Rooster ignores his friends’ exchange, giving you some additional kisses on your lips, and then peppering the rest of your face with quick kisses. You laugh and his hold tightens around your waist as he continues kissing you over and over again. You feel his lips spreading into a smile as he chuckles over your temple, but he doesn’t stop kissing you until you finally pull away.

You look at the stunned faces around you with a sheepish grin as Bradley watches you with a mixture of pride and admiration on his face. He kisses your daughter’s head and sets her down gently. Then, he approaches you with a mischievous look. His shirtless body is glistening with sweat and you struggle to not objectify your husband. But you haven’t seen him in weeks and he looks so good that you find yourself failing miserably at this task. Bradley’s smirk indicates that he’s amply aware of just how much you’re craving him and, once he’s close enough, he wraps both arms around your waist and tugs you forward.

“Looks like we’ve got some babysitters,” Bradley says in a low voice.

You chuckle. “I don’t know, eight aviators versus eight of your kids? I’m not optimistic.”

Bradley laughs. “I have faith in my squad.” You look around his massive shoulder to see Jake pick up one of your boys and flip him upside down. Your son screams with glee while the rest of your kids rush toward Jake to get a turn. Natasha is watching on with a small smile, her arms folded over her chest. Before you can respond, Bradley leans down to place his arm under your legs. With his other arm supporting your back, he swiftly lifts you off the ground as you yelp in surprise.

“Alright, kids,” Bradley says. “We’ll be back.”

“Just to clarify,” Jake says, now holding two of your children by the ankles while they wriggle in his grasp. “We’re the kids you’re referring to, right?”

Bradley nods at him. “Children, keep an eye on Uncle Jake, he can be a handful.”

Jake scoffs with a laugh. “What about you, Phoenix?” Jake turns to look at her. “Ever think about having little crotch goblins of your own?”

Bradley shakes his head at Jake. “That is possibly the worst pickup line I have ever heard come out of your mouth.”

You laugh, hiding your face in the crook of Bradley’s neck. As he carries you away, you hear Natasha say, “Not until today.”

Read Part 2

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