#this is love I just can’t live without

[gennyanydots]

But this is love I just can’t live without Masterlist

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!Kazansky!Reader

Biker!au

Summary: You swore you were never coming home again. Not after what happened. What he did to you when you were kids. But you know you’d regret missing your own mother’s funeral if you didn’t show up. You just hope he doesn’t come even though it’s almost guaranteed he will. Has to support his grieving president and all.

Connected to but not necessary to read:

Take me with you Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x f!reader

Top Gun MC members:

Iceman - President

Maverick - Vice President

Slider - Sergeant at Arms

Hollywood - Secretary

Wolfman - Treasurer

Original members - Merlin, Sundown, Chipper, Cougar, Hondo, Cyclone

Newer members - Rooster, Hangman, Bob, Coyote, Fanboy, Payback, Fritz, Yale, Harvard, Omaha

Chapter 1 “Oh how can it be” Baby Ice

Chapter 2 “Bit off more than you could chew” Bradley

Chapter 3 “Nowhere to go” Baby Ice

Chapter 4 “A man so filled with doubt” Bradley

Chapter 5 “Counting on beauty to kill off the beast” Baby Ice

Chapter 6 “A curse I can’t disown” Bradley

Chapter 7 “Howl at the moon” Baby Ice

Chapter 8 "The softer the skin" Bradley

Chapter 9 "The sharper the teeth" Baby Ice

Chapter 10 “It’s tearing me apart” Baby Ice

Chapter 11 "It's worse when I'm alone" Baby Ice

Chapter 12 "Despite the toll of the dead" Baby Ice

Chapter 13 " " Bradley

Title and chapter names from:

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: violence mention / death mention / ]

Will never stop thinking about how Leo, all alone in an endless void and being beaten again and again and again by the only other living thing around, still finds comfort in that space. The situation he was in was completely hopeless, and in any other circumstances he would not have escaped, at least not fast enough to save him from permanent (or even fatal) damage, be it physical or mental.

And yet, despite the bleakness of his situation, despite the agony and helplessness, all he needs is one glance at a crumbled photograph, one glance to remember his family, and that’s enough of a reason for him to smile.

Maybe that’s why his powers center around manipulating space - because no matter how much space is between them, no matter how dire his own situation may be, just the thought of his family, alive and okay, is enough to give Leo hope.

[papertowness]

admittedly one of my favorite things about house ( that also drives me up a wall ) is that something Really Big happens and then the next episode they like loosely mention it like wow wasn’t it crazy that that happened . anyway haha

[cjlouwho]

✌🏻

[wildsaltair]

y’all don’t understand I need to BITE his ribcage

[gennyanydots]

This is love I just can’t live without Ch. 12

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!

This is love I just can’t live without masterlist

Top Gun biker!au

Chapter summary: Is this the worst day of your life? It's definitely up there

Chapter trigger warnings: parental funeral, vague description of a religious funeral, googled (probably inaccurate) biker funeral ideas

Ch. 12 "Despite the Toll of the Dead"

You quickly swipe at the tears streaming down your cheeks with the hand not wrapped around your father’s bicep, holding on for dear life. The arm wrapped around your shoulder tightened as you shifted your gaze from the ground to Carole’s face who then gave you a reassuring half smile and a squeeze from her hand on your shoulder, before you went back to staring at the ground. 

You’re fortunate enough not to have many days in your life that you’ve called “the worst day of your life”, in fact you can only think of three, but this one takes the cake. Knowing your mother is dead and watching her funeral take place are two very different things. 

The funeral itself had been a blur. You could barely recall being at the church not even an hour prior to meeting at your mother’s final resting place. You only remember glimpses of things. Your mother’s casket being carried in by your uncles and Bradley. Uncle Wolfie standing behind you with a hand perpetually on your shoulder. Carole doing a reading at the pulpit. The priest speaking quite highly of your mother, not that you had ever heard anyone speak badly of her. You felt choked the minute you stepped into the church until you stepped back outside afterwards. The air outside felt freeing in a way when you left the doors, however the site waiting for you as you stepped out of the church caught your breath once again. Bikes. Hundreds of them. Filled the entire parking lot. You knew the church was filled but you didn’t realize the amount of people who had come to pay their respects to your mother until you saw the ones who couldn’t fit into the church. 

Your father, ever the stoic president, just nodded at the group as he went to his bike to head to the cemetery. You rode over with Carole in the Bronco, bikes and dresses don’t always mix well. Neither you or Carole spoke on the drive over. You were too lost in your thoughts to speak anyway. You were thankful for the time alone with Carole. It was grounding. You know you could have broken down in the car and there wouldn’t have been any judgment. It was a safe space.Your safe space. Carole and your mother had been so entwined together in your mind that your brain sometimes couldn’t tell the difference between them in memories. 

All of that brought you here, standing near your mother’s grave, listening to the priest say a few more words. Prayers you assume. You can’t really focus on what he’s saying. Everything just feels….numb. Your mother’s casket is finally lowered into the earth and the tears flow more freely down your cheeks. Everyone is quiet as the reality sets in before loud revving is heard from the small cemetery’s road. All those not surrounding the funeral plot had stayed on their bikes to send your mother off with one last rev. You even see your father wiping away tears at that. 

Slider takes point for your father and announces that there would be a celebration of life cookout at the club immediately after this and that everyone was invited if they so wished. 

As people dispersed, you stayed staring at the hole in the ground that now housed your mother. What were you supposed to do now? Just go on living when she doesn’t get that same opportunity? It’s not fair. 

Carole and your father stayed by your side. When you finally looked up you were sure that the three of you would be the only ones there but as you turned around to head back to the Bronco with Carole your eyes met those same deep brown eyes that haunt your dreams. 

Bradley gives you a half smile as he holds his hand out to you. You look up at your father who nods at you as Carole lightly guides you to take a step towards her son. You put your hand in his and he leads you towards his bike. You look back towards your father and Carole as your father throws an arm over Carole’s shoulders. She winks at you before you get to Bradley’s bike. 

“But I’m in a dress,” you explain as you look at Bradley funny. 

“When has that ever stopped me from putting you on my bike? I distinctly remember senior year homecoming when you refused to let me pick you up in anything but my bike,” he said with a chuckle. 

“Yeah,” you start, “But that..that was different. This is a funeral.” 

“No this WAS a funeral. Now it’s a celebration of life. A dress wouldn’t have held your mom back from climbing on the back of your dad’s bike. Funeral or not. It’s not about to stop you. Plus we’re going straight to your house so you can change. You won’t be comfortable in that dress during a cookout, I know you. Plus I think your mother liked you better in tie dye,” Bradley says with a grin as he got onto his bike. 

You furrowed your brows, “But that shirt’s dirty. I wore it two days ago.”

Bradley looked at you incredulously as he once again held his hand out to you, “You really don’t think my mother found it on my bedroom floor and washed it for you?”

You grumbled as you took his hand and climbed on behind him. 

He chuckled, “Probably brought back fond memories for her.”

“Bradley!” you yelled as he laughed and fired up his bike.

[shima-draws]

Banging my head against the wall I’m SO deep into the trope of Person A being like “I have to keep being useful and doing whatever I can to please Person B if Person B ever stops needing me I’ll literally die I’m so so scared that they’ll stop needing me” and Person B saying without any hesitation “I’ll never stop needing you”

[aakeysmash]

i want a divorce after finding out you’re a fushiguro household hater…..

NOOO BABE PLS I LOVE YOUUUU

[recareels]

sobbing over the thought of mr reca calling you ‘my little starlet’ >.<

but he says it like my leetle starrrlet! ｡ﾟ(｡ﾉωヽ｡)ﾟ｡

[samaraxmorgan]

Metal vocalist Sukuna convincing you to do some vocals on one of his songs so he can drag you on tour with him

[gennyanydots]

This is love I just can’t live without Ch. 1

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!kazansky!reader

Biker!au

“This is love I just can’t live without” masterlist

Ch. 1 “Oh how can it be” Baby Ice

Chapter trigger warnings: loss of a parent.

You take a deep, calming breath as you stare at your childhood home with your bag slung over your shoulder. The one story ranch house seemed a lot bigger when you were younger. But the house aged just the same as you. The paint’s looking a little duller than you remember. Bleached from the bright California sun. The black shutters are looking a little more grey than black. You’re surprised to see your mother’s flowerbeds in good shape. No weeds. Fresh mulch. Your dad must have kept up with them to keep them nice for your mom even though you know he hated those flower beds. Your eyes water again for the thousandth time today and you try and blink back the tears. You knew this was going to be hard, you just didn’t expect it to be this hard.

You didn’t want to be here. You swore you’d never come back. If it was up to you you would have never set foot in this town again. Wouldn’t come anywhere near it. Not after what happened. Not after what he did. He ruined a whole town for you. Ruined a lot more than just that.

You had to come back. It wasn’t a choice. Not really. There’s no getting out of this. You know you would forever regret not attending your own mother’s funeral. You had to suck it up. You had to. You’re here for her. And your dad. And the rest of your family. Not him. Never him. He could fall off the face of the earth for all you care. In fact he should do that for you. Do something good for a change.

When your dad called to give you the news, you begged him not to let him come to the funeral but no matter how much you begged and pleaded it was met with something along the lines of, “Baby girl, it would hurt your mama just as much if you didn’t show up, if he didn’t show. You know she thought the world of that boy. Thought of him as her son regardless of what went down between the two of you. Plus, it would be disrespectful if he didn’t come. He’s coming. That’s final.”

Didn’t mean you didn’t try and beg some more but you were just met with silence on the other end until you gave in with a, “Fine, make me miserable. See if I care.”

So here you were, back home for a week. Just a week. You told your dad you wouldn’t stay any longer than that. You couldn’t. Just being here now made your skin crawl. You need to get in the house. The only promise your dad said he would make you is he wouldn’t let him in the house while you were home this week. He couldn’t say the same about anywhere else but he promised that the house would be your safe haven. Small victories.

The driveway was always covered with various cars and bikes so you couldn’t even tell if anyone was over or if your dad was home when you arrived. You don’t even know what anyone’s bikes look like anymore. Everyone could have new bikes by now or painted their old ones. Five years is a long time. You figure everyone would be at the clubhouse. You hoped everyone would be at the clubhouse at least. You were tired. Driving for four hours straight immediately after work was rough on you. You just wanted to lay down in bed and sleep. You didn’t want to deal with socializing until after you at least decompressed a little if you couldn’t sleep.

The front door flies open. There goes your nap.

“Baby Ice!” a man yells before he comes barreling towards you. You barely have time to brace yourself before you’re lifted up in a bear hug, a yelp escaping your mouth as your feet dangle below you.

You squirm in the arms, “Uncle Slider! Can you put me down! Please!”

You swear the arms tighten and a kiss is placed on the side of your head, “No, I cannot Baby Ice but thank you for asking politely. I’m so glad the manners we taught you stuck through the years. It was a group effort.”

“Slider!” you hear your dad yell. “Put my daughter down or I’m kicking your bike over!”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Your uncle yells back. “Your dad clearly was not a part of the group effort to teach you manners since he seems to have none,” he whispers to you then he started to awkwardly waddle towards the house with you still dangling from his arms.

“Wanna bet?” Your dad says, you can practically hear the smirk in in his voice that you know is plastered on his face.

Slider lets you slide through his arms and gently sets you back down safely before scowling at your dad, “You’re no fun, Ice.”

“I’m plenty fun,” you dad says shaking his head at his Sergeant at Arms, he opens his arms out towards you and takes a few steps out onto the porch, letting the screen door slam closed behind him.

As soon as your feet hit the ground you’re racing into your father’s arms, “Dad!”

Ice Man smiles and holds you close, rocking softly from side to side with a hand cupping the back of your head to hold you close. You stay that way for a few minutes before he pulls away to look at you, wiping the tears from your cheeks that you didn’t even realize were there, “How’s about you come inside, baby girl?”

You nod and let go of your father who keeps an arm around you to lead you inside. He opens the screen door for the both of you and you step into the house.

You held onto that small sliver of hope that you’d be able to nap, that maybe Uncle Slider and your dad were the only ones here, the sliver is gone when you step inside and see all the other officers of the Top Gun MC.

“Do my eyes deceive me, Wolf, or is that Baby Ice? Finally come home where she belongs. C’mere, baby girl,” your Uncle Hollywood says as he stands up and beckons you over for a hug, which you happily give him.

“Hey now, you got hugs for all of us or is he just special?” Your Uncle Wolfie asks holding his arms out. You laugh and walk over and give him a hug too. “Missed you, baby girl.”

You roll your eyes, “You act like I didn’t see you less than a month ago.”

Wolfman flops back against the couch dramatically, “Seeing you once every couple a months is not the same as seeing you every day.”

You shrug, “You’re welcome to move to where I live now if you’d rather. If not then every couple of months it is.” It’s what you can offer. You weren’t itching to come back here again after this. You’re still not sure if this was a mistake or not. You’re not too proud to admit you’re scared and anxious.

“Hey Baby Ice,” your Uncle Mav says to you with a nod when your eyes meet his. You’ve seen all your uncles quite frequently over the years, all except one, Maverick. You understand. You didn’t leave on the best of terms with his nephew/adopted son, to put it lightly. Kinda puts a strain on the relationship. You missed your uncle, of course, but you would never want to make him choose sides. You wouldn’t want to force any of your uncles to choose sides, though you know which one Mav would choose time and time again, not that you’d blame him. It’s a different relationship between him and Mav than between you and Mav.

You nod back to Mav and tuck some hair back behind your ears before quietly replying, “Hey Mav” back to him with a little wave that he returns. You didn’t quite know where you stood with him. Didn’t want to push the “uncle” on him since he technically wasn’t your uncle. None of them “technically” were but they were the closest thing you had to uncles and they always treated you like family. But Mav had a duty to his nephew that takes precedence over you. You’re sure your dad would be the same way. At least you think so.

You never once thought of how your dad would have to act around him after you left. Did anything change? Knowing he was the reason your dad’s only child left to get as far away from her home as she could? Knowing he was the reason you sobbed for months whenever your dad called you? You know your dad can be diplomatic but where was the line? Did the joking end? Did your dad stop calling him son since at one time he was on track to being his son in law? Or did nothing at all change? Did your dad still call him son? You hoped not. There’s no way he would ever be his son in law. No way in hell. Not now. Not ever.

[honeyed-blossom]

I am in love with your mc. Your art is so pretty. I love the way you draw Sebastian & Ominis too. Do you ship your mc with anyone?

AHHH HELLO HELLO THANK YOU!!! 💕🩷💕💘💘 YOU’RE TOO SWEET OMG OMG 🙈🙈🙈🙈

omigodyouliterallmademyday thank you for the kind words!!! 🥺🫶🫶 I’m glad you like my cotton candy haired daughter 🥹

To answer your question - yes!! I ship her with Sebastian!

I feel like Valeria’s the type to have a lot of crushes, but her biggest crush was on Sebastian after he took the fall for her at the restricted section. It wasn’t something she acted on, though; she just thought he was charming. They became good friends throughout fifth year and grew even closer that summer. Sebastian was her rock as she processed everything with Ranrock, Professor Fig, and her ancient magic. In return, she stood by him as he dealt with Solomon and Anne. It wasn’t until much later in their sixth year that she realized she had feelings for him.

They would constantly flirt with each other, and sometimes they’d hold hands “for fun.” Val was flirty by nature with all her friends, so she didn’t think much of it and passed it off as something that really good friends did. Really good friends who cuddled in the undercroft as they read until they drifted off to sleep, or star-gazed from the Astronomy Tower, huddled together in one blanket, or called each other endearing names like “honeybunches,” “sweetling,” and “darling.” She’s dumb, I’m sorry. Val is incredibly perceptive when it comes to other people she can spot a couple from a kilometer away but she’s really dense when it comes to herself. Eventually, Ominis had had enough of her nonsense and sat her down to explain what love was, as well as how to deliver him a swift death.

[slutz4sturniolos]

I’m a slut for frat boy chris😓

[maxgicalgirl]

I’m not going to lie I’m like really stuck and don’t know what to do with my feelings about All Of This. I dont have therapy until next week and they don’t have space to move me up and I dont really have anyone else to talk through how I feel ? I dont know what to do.

[lilworms]

so

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Good evening if you are spoiling the Percy Jackson series for people who haven’t read the books on purpose you’re an asshole