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dubuyunniechi · 2 years

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pizza + netflix + you

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chipadequeso · 1 year

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🖼️ mona lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town.

the last 15 minutes of this film were worth it 100% it made me love it soooo much i love you rian johnson

#I KNOWW I MESSED UP HER DRESS NO ONE POINT IT OUT TO ME. THE IMAGE WAS TOO DARK THERE #knives out #glass onion #glass onion spoilers #helen brand #janelle monae #knives out glass onion #knives out 2 #glass onion a knives out mystery #i like how the fire turned out:3 #. . . 🗂

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feralforfrank · 2 years

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THE IDIOTS IN LOVE TROPE.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

summary after rooster gets injured on a training exercise, his best friend, the reader, rushes to see him at the infirmary. confessions ensue.

cw rooster gets a small concussion, feelings, soft!rooster, slight angst, NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

a/n i combined two requests in one, i hope you don't mind 🤭 also, this is slightly different than the first request, so i'm sorry to the anon who sent me it :/

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You watched as the medic team approached Rooster's aircraft, which looked in a better condition than him. You watched as they pulled him out, his eyes fluttering open and shut. His body was limp against the medics that moved him to a stretcher.

The air smelt of smoke and rain, and you fought with everything in you not to run to him. You wanted to slap the fucking idiot. He'd gone against almost everyone's wishes and flown so he could finish the training session. The worst part was that he had completed it in time too, but a few seconds later, thunder struck the plane.

That was enough for him to lose control for a few moments, causing the aircraft to fly face-down at an insane speed. Rooster had gotten it under control last minute and flown safely back to you but not before hitting his head hard enough to bleed.

"He's going to be okay, Blaze. It's probably just a concussion," Hangman spoke from behind you.

You just nodded, trying to meet his eyes as they rolled him next to you. But you were unable since they had his neck on a brace and running to get him out of the rain.

"You're not helping, Hangman," Phoenix scolded him.

"No, it's fine. I get it, Seresin, don't worry." You waved them both off and made your way inside.

You loved that man to death. Always have. Ever since the Academy, you knew you had a soft spot in your heart for his unfunny jokes and Hawaiian shirts, but you never dared to tell him. And now, he'd almost died.

You sped-walked to your bunkroom, subtly wiping your tears. If any of your superiors were to see you right now, you'd be sent home for being such a fucking crybaby. But this was Bradley. Your Bradley. Not yours exactly, but your one love and best friend, the best fucking pilot in the Navy.

You choked on the sob crawling up your throat as you tried to change into civilian clothes. As soon as Rooster had landed, they'd dismissed you from your duties. The storm was too much even for the best active pilot you had.

Having nothing else to do and not wanting to stay away from him too long, you made your way to the infirmary. They had probably assessed him by now, given him painkillers and let him rest. Whilst you knew he was safe, you still needed to see him.

You messily put on a pair of sweatpants, and a sweater, shivering as the cold nipped at your skin. Next were your shoes, and after quickly tying them, you were out of the door.

When you arrived, you realised that Rooster was the only person there. A nurse was sitting outside the room—in case a patient needed anything, but your best friend was the only person in a bed.

Your heart clenched painfully at the sight of him. He had a scratch right above his eyebrow, and a frown decorated his usually carefree face. Tears gathered in your eyes. He looks okay, and he's going to be fine.

You pushed a chair next to his bed, laying your head on his hip. You grabbed his fingers, tracing his nails, the small scars, and the lines of his palm. The love you held for him was so pathetic but funny because he'd never know. You don't think you'd ever get to say it to him.

Maybe if he was not actively listening or sleeping, that's when you'd get your chance to tell him. If you ever did, it'd be so the heavy weight in your chest would finally disappear. But that was impossible because Bradley doesn't only listen to everything you had to say but is always the first to wake up in the morning.

Now is the perfect chance to do it. He's sleeping—the painkillers probably took him out. Your eyes widen at the idea. It's not a bad one.

"Rooster?" You start. "Bradley, can you hear me?" When you get no response back, you take a deep breath.

"I know I'm a coward for what I'm about to do, but the fear of rejection stops me from doing this when you're awake. I like you—no, scratch that—I'm in love with you. I have been since the Academy. I...I was so scared today, Bradley. I thought you'd die up there, and I wouldn't have gotten the chance to say how much I love you and—" Did your fingers twitch? Did his hand just twitch?

You wiped a few stray tears with your Bradley's sweater. "Anyways, if you were awake now, I would probably slap you for being so reckless and try to hide the urge I have to kiss you every time I see you. I'm just happy you're safe and breathing next to me. I'd take this over speaking about my feelings because I know that if I do, I get to keep a part of you. Does that make me selfish? I don't care."

A groan of pain cuts you off, making you snap your head up to where it came from. Bradley is blinking rapidly, his nose scrunching in pain.

"God, what the fuck happened?" His voice was hoarse, and you immediately handed him the glass of water from the table next to the bed.

He sat up, leaning against the bedframe, clutching his head and greedily sipping the water. "Do you—Do you need me to call someone? Are you in pain?"

He shook his head negatively, putting the empty glass back on the table. He motioned for you to come closer, and you gave him a look.

"We don't both fit on the bed, Bradshaw."

"I don't care. I want you close." He pulls the covers back for you to fit. Damn the butterflies.

You carefully climb onto the bed, curling under his extended arm, and he pulls the covers back.

"You scared me today, Bradshaw. Don't ever do that again." Your voice was stern but soft.

He chuckled. "I don't remember much—doctors told me I have a concussion, not very serious, but I do remember beating the timer and completing the exercise. Something a certain someone couldn't do." You could hear his smirk. For someone who's concussed, he sure talked a lot.

"Fuck off, Roos."

You don't know how much time passes, but your eyes are halfway closed when he speaks again.

"So all it took for you to confess was for me to almost get killed?"

This sentence alone has you wide awake. You shoot up, turning to face Rooster. What the fuck did he say? "How-How much did you hear?"

The fear and anxiety that settles into your stomach are enough to send you into a spiral. You brace yourself for his rejection. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that was such a bad fucking idea.

He casually shrugs. "Enough." He does a poor job containing his smirk.

"A-And?" Your voice shakes.

"Why do you think I wanted to complete the task in the first place?" Your mouth opens to respond, but he cuts you off. "To impress you. I've had a crush on you for God knows how long."

"Really?" Hope sparks inside you.

"Yeah? I mean, haven't you noticed the heart eyes, the extremely funny jokes I throw your way, the overdoing it during training? It was all so you could notice how perfect I am for you." You laugh at the last sentence.

"You like me back?" You dare ask.

Bradley pulls you in his arms again, his nose burying in your hair as his lips kiss your head over and over again. "I am absolutely infatuated with you, you oblivious little shit."

"Hey!" You protest, and he just laughs.

Did that mean he was finally yours? Holy shit, when you came to visit him, you didn't expect to come out with this big of a win.

"Hey, Blaze?" He asks.

You hum in response. "I love youuuu!"

"Nah, I think it's the painkillers talking," you tease with a smile.

"Shut up."

There's a pause. "I love you too."

Bradley kisses your temple. You've never felt more content.

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seuonji · 9 months

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seuonji’s world 。(´⊙ω⊙`) — HIATUS

・゜ top on the charts ! things they left with you before leaving for tour. — ot13, hcs

writer’s recommendation ! my heart is beating for two. — yoon jeonghan, multishot

currently airing ! night shift — xu minghao

most recent ! ・゜in your favour, i’m in your arms. — choi seungcheol

୨୧ there had to be some kind of alien intervention — junhui

mlist ★ smau mlist ★ wips

requests (closed!) + taglist — carrd ! — moots <3

network ♪ caratsland !

more info under the cut !

彡 about the person behind seuonji !

☆ my name is aya!

17 / filipina ୨୧ she/they

— enfp / 06 / gemini

current hobby: making jewellery!! i want to capitalise on this hobby one day 😆

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♪ love seventeen fire & seungcheol vernon jisoo!

things i’ve read & love in @huehui !

visuals/tbr in @cheorryw !

★ tags !

🃏general— masterlist, important & permanent info abt the acc.

🐚☆— all my works (written & smaus!)

📢aya wrote!— written fics.

💿texting!— smaus!!

🫧requests!— requests i’ve written.

💌aya loves!— fav works from other blogs<3

💭aya’s current concern— my thoughts.

🗯socialising!?— interactions

💬responding to tags!— responding to tags on a fic.

❕seuonji posts— tag games, etc.

est. 5/08/23

#🃏general #🐚☆#📢aya wrote!#💿texting!#🫧requests!#💌aya loves!#💭aya’s current concern #🗯socialising!?#❕seuonji posts #💬responding to tags!#🗂️tglst #🗂tglst #🐰thinking…#—night shift x.m #🔛🔝🌺

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chosoguapo · 2 years

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WRITING RESOURCES — FOR WRITERS!

note: made another one of these for my fellow writers who just sometimes get stuck and can’t find resources to help (which is completely normal). i will be putting a readmore cut after this because i don’t want it to be too long and clog up the timeline or hashtag for anyone. gonna have a sections for accounts and links. please reblog to help another writer out. if there are other accounts or links, please share them!

ACCOUNTS

@juststoryideas

@writingguardian

@thecomfywriter

@em-dash-press

@the-auditorium

@heywriters

LINKS

PASSING TIME.

SHOW DON’T TELL.

WHEN GO ITALICIZE.

LIST OF PET NAMES.