#brooke convo

[ruinedsoulsrp]

For @writermuses continued from here for tracking purposes.

The dog was huge, like could have easily toppled Brooke over huge, so the fact that he'd stopped and hadn't barreled her over was certainly appreciated and she happily rewarded him with pets. A small chuckle left the blonde at his words and she shook her head slightly. She couldn't recall the last time someone had called her that and her brows rose for a moment, but she was distracted by listening to his explanation, and by his handsome face. "That's okay." she offered, a small chuckle leaving her as the large puppy rolled over against her for her to pet his belly and despite the other's look she obliged. She'd always loved dogs though she'd never been able to own one herself. Another light laugh left her as she patted Ice's belly before moving to stand. "Well, thankfully he seemed to spare me the tongue treatment,," she said, just as the dog stood and moved to lick at her hand, eliciting another laugh from her. "Spoke too soon." she pulled her hand away only to pet at the dog's head before holding her hand out. "I'm Brooke, by the way, y'know, instead of Goldie." she teased, mentioning the moniker he'd dawned on her moments ago.

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Brooke couldn't help her brightening smile as she nodded slightly. "Mhhm. And Sixteen Candles. She was the rom com queen in her day." the blonde informed with another chuckle. Though she hadn't been able to articulate as much, she appreciated the fact that he let her see sides of him that most people weren't privy too, and she supposed without really meaning to; she'd allowed him the same. Dark hues rolled playfully at his assertion though she chuckled along with him. "Alright, the apartment's not gonna be able to contain your big head you keep going like that." she teased with a smirk resting on her lips. "You got it." she commented, reaching for the bottle and unscrewing the top to pour the whiskey over the ice. She pushed both bottles onto the back of the counter before turning and handing him his drink, trying to ignore the slight flutter in her gut as their fingers brushed. "Do you wanna smoke some more? I have a couple pre-rolls in my room."

"Ah yeah, her. She's in that other one too... The Breakfast Club, right?" Okay, now he was probably revealing a little too much knowledge but out of all those kind of movies he'd watched, he had enjoyed The Breakfast Club the most. She was the only person he'd ever told that too, knowing his father would probably beat his ass if he found out he watched that kind of stuff and liked it. He had always liked watching stuff with her because it was like they were connecting without doing much and times like the A Walk To Remember moment seemed to come from them both being themselves together, showing sides of each other they didn't often let anyone else see. "Damn right, I am," he was definitely being cocky now, although the chuckle that soon escaped him showed he was being somewhat playful. Noting the blush in her cheeks had Diesel feeling at ease, glad he wasn't messing up this monumental situation of being at her place. "No problem," he nodded gently. e continued casually gazing around her place before her words brought him back to look at her with a smile, "You'd be right with that guess," he nodded gently.

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starter for @overnightheartbeats featuring Brooke and James

Brooke couldn't hide the annoyance on her features when he finished speaking and in her tone when she responded. "I'm sorry, you're seriously canceling our vacation and taking a business trip with your dad on our two year anniversary?" The fact that they'd been together that long was pretty much a miracle in itself. Half the time it felt like they were just putting up with each other, but she did love him, and she was pretty sure he loved her; neither of them was just the best at showing that. Unless they were in the bedroom, physicality - easy, communication on the other hand, not so much. "You're joking, right?"

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starter for @ssvperboy ft brooke and hoodie

It’s not that Brooke hadn’t seen fights break out at parties before, hell, half the time her brother was the cause of them, but she hadn’t expected this one. Then again, maybe she should have considering how good her best friend was at getting trashed and subsequently out of control. Sure, she loved to get drunk herself, but this wasn't her typical idea of fun like it seemed like it had become Hoodie's.

“Hey, stop!” she called out, taking a step back as the two tussled and almost knocked into her petite frame. “Hoodie!” She yelled, reaching her hand out to grasp at his arm. "Seriously!? Come on!" she pulled with all of her strength just as he was able to get one more punch to knock the other guy (who had introduced himself to her only moments ago as Sampson before trying to put his hands all over her ass) onto his ass.

"Happy now?" she asked sarcastically, turning him around and pushing him toward the kitchen and away from the crowd that had gathered to check on Sam. "You know I can take care of myself, right?" she fumed, reaching for a shot and downing it quickly.

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Birthday Starter for @brokenbcys

Brooke's brows rose slightly as she shook her head in a bit of confusion. "This is a weird way to say Happy Birthday to someone," she remarked, though a small smirk curled onto her features. "Even for you." she added with a slight chuckle.

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Starter for @heroexxs featuring Brooke and Damian based on this

"Oh my god, you're so dumb." the blonde teased with an easy smirk resting on her lips. Damian was her best friend, it was easy to joke around with him, and even easier to give him shit, especially when it came to their sex lives. There was always this underlying joke that maybe they'd hook up, but Brooke always shot it down joking he wouldn't be able to get her off anyway. "So you called her the wrong name and she still let you finish?" she clarified with another laugh as she took a sip of her beer. "Well, that's definitely a win you have over me, I've never called someone the wrong name." she teased with another laugh. "If I can't remember their name 'babe' works just as well."

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starter for @emotionlcss featuring Brooke and Miles

Brooke didn't really do relationships, so the fact that she and Miles had maintained something that resembled steady for almost a year had been a surprise in itself. It had been an even bigger surprise when the blonde had found out she was pregnant. At that discovery, she'd done what she did best, she ran. She had no idea how to tell Miles let alone have an adult conversation about whether or not to keep the baby. So she'd left in the middle of the night, blocked his number on her phone, and only kept in contact with her twin brother who had promised not to tell her secret. She'd never been sure she had made the right decision, hell, even now, standing in front of his door she wasn't sure she was making the right decision. But at 3 years old Felicity had started asking about her dad, and Brooke was struggling getting by for the both of them on her own. She didn't want her daughter to suffer because of her pride. So here she was, proverbial tail tucked between her legs as she inhaled a deep breath and knocked on Miles' door, their daughter standing behind her legs. When the door opened, Brooke's lips tilted upward into the tiniest hint of a smile, all the feelings she still had for him rushing her at once. "Uh, hi." she offered.

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On occasion Brooke would purposely bring out Brody's jealous side, despite knowing that things could go from bad to worse in a minimal amount of time. But it showed her he wanted her, didn't want anyone else to have her, and she couldn't deny that she liked that. The blonde leaned up, letting her forehead rest against his own, quiet for a few moments, hearing his breathing returning to normal, and she was grateful. The last thing they needed was for Brock to hear that Brody beat the shit out of some guy for hitting on her. Not that they couldn't spin it as protective, but still, it was easier if it didn't happen in the first place.

A light chuckle left the blonde at his agreeance and she nodded against his head. "Couldn't hurt." she teased, a smirk finding her features as she mimicked his motion and pulled back from him so her dark hues could meet his light ones. Brooke's head shook slightly, blonde hair falling around her shoulders, as her hand moved from the back of his neck to his cheek, her thumb stroking it gently. "You don't have to be sorry. I'm not mad." she assured, a small smile finding her lips. "I'm sorry my brother is a dick." she offered in return, her grin growing before she leaned up to press her lips to his quickly. "Now c'mon, that joint is calling my name."

Part of Brody knew this vicious and jealous side of him could turn very unhealthy but the other side of him that thrived on it wouldn't let him react any other way. Violence and anger first and foremost, it was what he'd known best of all for so long, feeling he could control those actions better than any other emotions he might harbor. His eyes swept over Brooke's features, studying her for a few calming beats, a slow and deep breath filling his lungs, furthering the calming of his nerves Brooke was trying to aid in. Her closeness and the way her fingers brushed against the base of his neck settled any remaining jealousy that growled like a beast in his chest. Brody cleared his throat before leaning down a little to press his forehead to Brooke's, securely centering himself.

"Yeah, maybe I do need a joint," because a few more drinks were out of the question, like his father, Brody pondered too much in the past when he was drunk and obviously what little liquor he already had in his system was too much as it had fueled him to be so bold. He pulled back after a few seconds and exhaled, tension leaving his shoulders and his head nodding. "-- I'm sorry I flipped my shit like that."

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starter for @willowswriting based on this

Brooke was never one to turn down a party, especially when she was attending with her boyfriend. She loved to drink and to dance, and they always had a good time together. What she hadn't been expecting was to come from the bathroom to find him lip locked with a tall brunette that was so obviously not her. She felt sick, the taste of bile in the back of her throat, a stinging in her eyes and at the tip of her nose, but there was no way she was about to cry in front of any of these people. Thankfully, she snaked her small stature toward the bedroom without incident and the accompanying balcony off of it looked empty through the sliding glass doors. She pulled the heavy door open and a small sob got caught in her throat when she saw it was indeed empty, and closing the door behind her she let the tears begin to fall. This is why she didn't let people in. They couldn't be trusted. They always left. Shouldn't she have known that better than anyone? When she heard the sound of the door behind her being jostled she bit hard at her lip trying to force the tears to stop and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. The smell of smoke hit her nose and it was actually comforting as it reminded her of Brock. "You know, if you invade a lady's space, you should at least share." she murmured quietly, trying to cover up the fact that she'd been crying outside alone at a New Year's Eve Party.

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Starter for @tattoocloud based on this

Brooke hadn't thought about dating anyone seriously in a long time. After her last relationship had imploded, she re-realized that it was a mistake to date in the first place. So she'd gone back to her usual routine of stringing men along and going out to bars; focusing more on having a good time than attempting to open up to someone again. Tonight she'd found some tall, dark, handsome stranger to dance with and he'd been providing her with drinks all night. So much so that she realized suddenly how bad she had to pee. "I'll be right back" she teased flirtily into his ear before trotting off to the bathroom.

The blonde was washing her hands when she heard a commotion outside. Wiping them on her skirt, she rushed back out to the dance floor only to find someone she hadn't expected to ever see again on top of the man she'd been dancing with all night. Easton. Had he been here the whole time? Fuck's sake. The blonde skirted through the growing crowd, her voice sharp as she called out to him. "Easton, stop!"

[madiiscn]

closed: @finn-brooks location: madison's house

Madison loved him.

He was everything she'd wanted in a man - he could see past her riches and her beauty, and would happily dive into whatever lay beneath. He expressed his admiration for her, he cared about her wellbeing, and she was almost certain that he would do anything she asked of him.

What was the catch?

She'd never gotten this far with a boy from Aurora Bay, and suddenly she had no more need to chase him and she felt... stuck, almost as though she were on pause. She couldn't move forward and declare how much she liked him because that would scare him off, but they were too far to rewind and go back to just being friends with the added bonus of benefits. It scared her, because one wrong move and she might blow this all up like she were stood on a minefield... again.

It'd take everyting she had to not subconciously sabotage this great thing that was developing between them, and unfortunately, she didn't have much confidence in her ability not to.

Sat across from him, she stared at his features, but not registering the words that were leaving his mouth. She was waiting for the silence to fall, wondering when she can ask the question.

Are you my boyfriend?

She wondered if she even should.

Could you love me one day?

He once told her not to hold her breath over the idea that he would fall hopelessly in love. She supposed things change, but the memory still lingered.

In the end, she couldn't take it and she had to dismiss those thoughts entirely before they consumed her, and she was suddenly the insecure clingy girl who'd become overly attached.

"Shut up." She said bluntly, raising her hand to gesture that his chosen topic of conversation was now off the table. She needed to talk about something else, something interesting... something that won't bore her to death, something all about her that didn't have to do with falling in love with Finn Brooks.

"So this guy's messaged me saying my brother owes him a lot of money. I think its something to do with drugs, I don't know." She sighed, frustrated. Damn it, Jake. Still causing problems when he wasn't even around. "But now apparently it's my problem. Is someone going to put a hit out on me? Like I did not sign up to star in a realistic Goodfellas." She'd never seen the movie, for all she knew it had a happy ending. "He wants two grand."

She wasn't necessarily scared for her life, surprisingly, it was more of an inconvenience for her.

"This loser couldn't even spell properly, so I called him an illiterate fuck." Of course, Maddie. Insult the drug dealer.

[butchgimli]

i want to see this so bad

[trcvis]

closed: @finn-brooks location: tidal wave music

"You got any Van Halen?" He shouted over to Finn, amidst browsing through the records, flipping through the catalogue with his finger. "Points if its For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge."

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Brooke couldn't help the slight scoff that left her, though it was followed by a small smile, even as she shook her head. "Fine." she allowed, knowing he wasn't going to budge, and she slipped the bill into her server book. She hadn't been expecting him to touch her, or to lean so close and her breath caught in her throat as he did. For once she didn't have some witty comeback, instead, turning to watch him leave, hoping the flush to her cheeks wasn't too bright. "God, I'm in trouble." she muttered to herself, before shaking her head and returning her focus to work. The rest of the day seemed to drag on, knowing she was going to see Ryker again later, she wished time would move faster and that only seemed to slow it down. When her shift finally did end, she washed herself up a bit in the bathroom, and let her long blonde locks free from the ponytail before stepping outside, the hint of a chuckle leaving her as he was already waiting. "Well, aren't you punctual." she teased playfully.

He knew he had some affect on her and this just confirmed it. This confirmed that what he was doing wasn't for nothing that it all was for something in the end. ❝ You can accept it. This is pocket change anyways, Brooke. Consider it an early gift before we go out later. ❞ He stated as he brought his hand to brush some of her hair over her ear as his eyes looked into hers. ❝ I will see you later. ❞ He whispered close to her ear before officially leaving, ensuring to keep an eye on the clock and making sure his assistant go her an outfit that she would like and wear when he picked her up.