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bratshaws · 8 months

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through the hourglass 345. brb x oc

a/n: still meh but, i miss these two so much. (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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“You sure you are okay?”

She pulls the sock up to her ankle as she looks up at him,Rooster is leaning against the doorframe, “Huh?” she asks as she looks up, hair already pulled up into a bun and she was wearing her uniform.

Rooster's eyes soften as he takes in the sight of Beatrice getting ready for her day. The morning sunlight filters through the window, casting a warm glow on the room that makes her skin shine…but his concern lingers as he waits for her response.

Beatrice glances up, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I'm good, Roos. The ankle's holding up well, and I'm ready for the game."

He crosses his arms, leaning more into the doorway. "You sure?"

"Positive. I've been doing those exercises you recommended, and the ankle feels almost as good as new. Plus, I've got Evelyn and Shells as my backup if anything goes awry on the court."

Rooster's expression relaxes a bit, but his concern stays in his gaze. "Just promise me you'll take it easy. Alright?"

Beatrice nods, reaching over to wrap her arms around his neck. "I promise, Roos. I'll be cautious, and if anything feels off, I won't hesitate to sit out.” she smiles, “You’ll be there,with the kids, cheering me on too,won’t you?”

Rooster smiles, his arms circling around her waist. "You bet I will. The whole cheering squad will be there, ready to celebrate every spike and victory.” he kisses her forehead and leans back to meet her eyes But, seriously, don't push yourself too hard. Your health comes first."

Beatrice leans in, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. "I appreciate your concern, Roos. It means the world to me and I’ll be okay. Now, I should finish getting ready. The game's in a few hours, and I want to be there early to warm up."

“Hm.”

“Roos.”

He tsks, “If something happens,” he begins, “I got bandages in the car, I got a lot of stuff that I can shove in the backseat and away from the kids.” he says softly, tucking a few loose strands that left her bun behind her ear, “And I’ll enter that court, just you wait. I’ll carry you out myself.”

"Because ou're my knight in shining armor."

Rooster grins, his eyes dancing with affection. "Always, gorgeous. Ready to charge in whenever you need saving."

She gives him a teasing smile. "Well, I hope it doesn't come to that dramatic rescue, but I appreciate the sentiment." and she cups his face with her hands, pecking his lips, “But thank you,really.”

She steps back to finish getting ready, Rooster stays by the doorway, watching her with a soft gaze. He can't help but marvel at the woman before him—strong, determined, and the love of his life. The way she handles challenges, whether it's a volleyball game or the hurdles of everyday life, never fails to inspire him.

Beatrice catches his gaze and tilts her head inquisitively as she’s partially bent over to check her sneakers. "What's going on in that mind of yours, Roos?"

He grins, tilting his head to follow the curve of her ass with his eyes. "Just thinking about how lucky I am. Lucky to have you in my life, lucky to see you in action on and off the court." he smirks, “Lucky that you love short shorts.”

Beatrice laughs, giving him a look before straightening herself to prop a hand on her waist “Are you trying to distract me with compliments?"

He chuckles, “Me? Am I a distraction?"

"Maybe you are, LC. But I've got a game to prepare for, so your distracting tactics will have to wait."

Rooster smirks, adopting a mock salute. "Understood, ma’am. I'll save the compliments for the victory celebration."

She chuckles, reaching for her gym bag. "Now that's a plan I can get behind.”

"Oh yeah." he replies, watching as the black fabric of her shorts hug her ass tight and he has to get close to her. Close enough that he can gently brush the bottom part of her uniform, “For good luck.” and he slaps the left cheek hard enough for it to jiggle.

She yelps, covering her ass and leaping away from him with her face red “Rooster!!” and she’s a mix of amused and worried because holy hell,she was wearing shorts.

Rooster bursts into laughter, and he raises an eyebrow teasingly. "What? Just adding some flair for the victory. You know, a good luck slap." he smiles more, “They won’t see it.”

Beatrice shoots him a mock glare, but there's a playful glint in her eyes as she rubs her bottom. "Oh my God,you're incorrigible, Roos.”

“Sure am.”He smirks, leaning against the doorframe once more. "Consider it part of the strategy. A winning strategy, I might add."

“Oh yeah? How so?”

Rooster grins, "Well, you see, it's all about the element of surprise. The opposing team will be so baffled by the unexpected good luck slap that they won't be able to focus on the game. Victory through distraction, baby."

“Really.”

“Oh yes, really.”

Beatrice shakes her head, then chuckles softly "Well…if it brings us good luck, I'm all for it."

He winks, "Sure will,gorgeous.” he says, “You got everything?” he asks as she places the duffel bag on her shoulder, “Nothing missing?”

Beatrice checks her bag, ensuring she has everything she needs for the game. "Jersey, knee pads, water bottle, and lucky charm," she lists off, glancing at Rooster with a soft smile. "I think I'm good to go. Anything else you want to add to the winning strategy?"

Rooster taps his chin thoughtfully. "Well, I could offer a motivational dance routine, but I think that might be pushing it."

“Oh?”

“But less clothed, y’know.” he smirks, “For movement.”

She laughs, shaking her head and blushing even harder, "As tempting as that sounds, I'll stick with the good luck slap for now. Save the dance routine for the after-party, maybe." she smiles, “If you want-”

"Deal," he says without missing a beat. "I’m gonna get the kids and I’ll meet you downstairs?”

Beatrice leans in, stealing a quick kiss. “Sounds good, are they watching tv?"

“Yep.”

"Great. I'll meet you downstairs, and then we can head to Northride together."

Rooster returns the smile, his eyes filled with warmth. "You’re going to do great,gorgeous. Go out there and show them what you've go."

With a final peck on her lips, Rooster heads out of the bedroom to gather the kids. Beatrice takes a moment to compose herself, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves.

A little fear doesn’t hurt anyone,right?

After checking her ankle one last time she descends the stairs, the sound of the twins' laughter grows louder. The living room is filled with the playful banter between Rooster and the kids. Nicole, in her mini jersey, seems particularly enthusiastic about the day's events. She stops, widening her eyes, “...what…is Nikki wearing?” and her husband just picks the twins up, “What are all of them wearing??”

Rooster turns towards Beatrice, a wide grin on his face. "Well, it's the official game day uniform. I thought we'd go all out for the victory celebration. Matching jerseys for everyone!"

Beatrice surveys the scene with pure surprise. The twins, dressed in tiny Northride jerseys that Rooster must have specially ordered, look adorable. Nicole, in her mini version of the team uniform, is bouncing with excitement with a jersey that reaches her knees.

She bursts into laughter, covering her mouth. "Roos, you've really outdone yourself this time. I didn't know we were hosting a Northride fashion show today! Should I call Marcus and let him know?”"

Rooster chuckles, holding Gavin and Aurora in his arms. "Marcus actually helped.”

“Huh?”

“Oh,I didn’t show you,right? I’ll show you later. But Marcus did this to you. Evelyn let him know and he got…inspired.

Nicole, oblivious to the conversation, claps her hands and cheers, "Go, Mama!"

Beatrice has her hands in front of her mouth, “I…I don’t even know what to say.”

Beatrice takes in the adorable sight of her kids, dressed in matching jerseys, and she can't help but feel a surge of warmth in her heart. She steps closer, crouching down to be at eye level with Nicole, who is practically bursting with excitement.

"Nikki, you look amazing! “

"Go, Mama! “

“Aw,” and her eyes sting, she sniffles, “Sweetie, aw,” she picks Nicole up and hugs the one year old tight, quickly wiping her eyes as she looks over at Rooster, “You are impossible.”

And he has a proud grin on his face. "What do you think, gorgeous? Your own little cheering squad."

She looks up at him, genuine appreciation in her eyes. "Roos, this is... It's beyond amazing. I love it. Thank you for making the day even more special." she wipes her eyes again, “Oh,God…I’m in shambles.”

Rooster leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Thought you’d like it,baby,” he gently wipes her cheeks with his thumb while still holding Gavin, “Don’t cry, gorgeous, gonna make me cry.”

Beatrice chuckles through her teary-eyed state, shaking her head. "I can't help it, Roos. This is just... It's too sweet, and I'm feeling all these emotions." she pouts a bit, her voice cracking, “You did this for me. I don’t fucking deserve you, Roos.”

Rooster grins,kissing her forehead. "Bea, you deserve the world, and if I can add a little happiness to your day, then I've done my job."

“Stoooop!! Beatrice hugs Nicole a bit tighter, a mix of emotions overwhelming her. "You always know how to make everything so special, Roos. God I’m all messed up, damn it. I love you so much.”

Rooster gently strokes her cheek. "It's a team effort, gorgeous. And I love you too.” he nods at the door, “Ready?”

“Yeah,ready.”

She remembers the last game she played at Northride and remembers how many people were there and by god it was like it doubled. She looked from inside the Bronco as lines and lines of people walked in and out, “Jesus, Roos that’s…so many people.”

Rooster chuckled, his arm draped casually around Beatrice's shoulder as they watched the bustling crowd from inside the Bronco. "Yeah, it's quite a turnout. Northride sure knows how to throw an event."

Beatrice's eyes scanned the sea of faces, the buzz of excitement evident in the air. "I never thought so many people would turn up. I’m happy to see that they are still getting students after so long…”

"Well, it's not every day that they get to witness a legendary game."

She chuckled, giving him a look . "Legendary game?"

"Hey, you remember how people still talk about it," Rooster said, a twinkle in his eye. "It's not every day you win a game with such style, especially after the little ankle incident." he flicks his gaze down, “Keep an eye on it.”

Beatrice rolled her eyes playfully. "Roos, I'm fine.I’m just…” anxious? Nervous.

Scared?

“...you know, trying to figure our how we’ll go inside. Do you know where you and the kids will stay?”

"Don't worry, Bea. I've got it all sorted out. There's a designated family area, and Ev helped arrange it, everyone will be there, Mav too. We'll have a good view of the game without being in the middle of the crowd."

Beatrice sighed in relief. "Okay,good.”

“You’ll do fine.” he coos, with one of his arms on the steering wheel, Caravans over his eyes, eyebrows up and head tilted, “Gorgeous, hey,look at me.” and he rubs her jawline with his thumb to call her attention, not forcing her to turn.

Beatrice turned her gaze toward Rooster, his touch on her jawline grounding her. His eyes held a warmth that transcended the busy surroundings outside the Bronco. "Hey, I believe in you. You've got this. Just go out there, play your heart out, and enjoy the game. We're all here to cheer for you, no matter what."

She managed a small smile, but she wrung her hands. "Thanks, Roos. I needed that."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Anytime, gorgeous. You're not alone in this, remember that." he kisses her again, “Anything else before we leave?”

Beatrice took a deep breath, letting the reassuring words from Rooster sink in. "No, I think I'm good. Let's do this." before she chickened out.

Rooster grinned, his eyes filled with pride. "That's my girl. Off we go.”

The Bronco door swung open, and they stepped out with Rooster holding the twins’ carriers and with Nicole holding Bea’s hand until they got separated. Rooster stood close to her at all times until they saw Maverick in the distance and Evelyn on the opposite side.

“...I guess this is where we separate.”

“Yeah.” he whispers, “I’ll stay with the kids next to Mav.”

“Okay.”

“Gorgeous.” he says softly, “You’ll be great.”

Beatrice nodded, "Thanks, Roos. I'll see you after the game, okay?"

"Absolutely," he said, giving her a reassuring smile. Rooster walked with her toward the entrance of the gymnasium, making sure she felt supported every step of the way.

As they approached the lively crowd, Beatrice's heartbeat quickened.Rooster sensed her tension and squeezed her hand. "You've got this, Bea. Just play like you always do."

She gave him a grateful look, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions as she rubs her wedding ring. "I'll do my best. See you in a bit."

Rooster pressed a quick kiss to her temple before letting her go. He watched as Beatrice navigated through the crowd, the sea of people almost parting to make way for her. She turns just in time to wave at him and he waves back with a smile on his face.

Now he had to find Mav.

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bratshaws · 10 months

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through the hourglass 313.brb x oc

a/n: another shorty but hope yall like it!(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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She knows she should wait when he’s free,she knows it, but she couldn’t wait especially after what happened??? After Miranda? She chews her lower lip as she looks down at his contact number on her phone, gardening gloves have been tossed aside as she walks back inside.

She was surprised her fuming hadn’t woken Shells or the kids up.

After a moment of internal debate, Beatrice made a decision. She couldn't wait. She needed to hear Rooster's voice, to share the strange occurrences that had unfolded in his absence. Pulling her phone closer, she took a deep breath and pressed the call button.

The phone rang a few times before Rooster answered, his voice groggy from the late hour. "Bea? Everything okay?"

“Hey…I know it’s late out there,sorry for waking you…”

“No,hey,” he grunts and the bed creaks as he sits up, “Don’t apologize gorgeous. You know I love hearing your voice especially when I’m deployed.”

Beatrice smiled, the warmth in Rooster's voice providing a comforting embrace, even across the miles that separated them. "I just... I needed to talk to you. Something happened, and I couldn't wait."

Rooster's tone shifted to alertness. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, contemplating how to relay the events without causing unnecessary worry. "Miranda came over today. It was... strange, Rooster. She was saying things, trying to create tension or something again. I don't know what her game is…"

“ What did she say?"

Beatrice recounted the encounter, detailing Miranda's cryptic comments with detail, and Rooster listened attentively, remaining silent so his wife could let everything out without being interrupted.

When Beatrice finished, Rooster let out a heavy sigh. "Damn. I wish I was there, Bea. I don't like the sound of this. What did she want?"

"I have no idea," Beatrice admitted, frustration creeping into her voice. "It felt like she was trying to get under my skin, questioning your abilities as a pilot. It was bizarre, Rooster."

Rooster's tone shifted, a mix of annoyance and concern. "Questioning my abilities? What does she have to do with that?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. It's like she's trying to stir up trouble again… I don’t know, is…well,is Mark bothering you guys too?”

A pause.

“You…could say that,gorgeous.”

"What's happening with Mark, Rooster?" Beatrice asked, her voice laced with worry.

"...I can’t say over a call baby" Rooster explained. "Too risky.”

“Are you all safe? Right now?”

"Yeah, we're safe for now. Just dealing with some internal issues. I'll fill you I can,I promise.”

Beatrice exhaled a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Okay. Just...be careful, Rooster. I don't like the sound of all this."

"Me neither,gorgeous…we’ll be okay," Rooster reassured her “I promise. We can handle…whatever this is.”

Beatrice nodded, even though Rooster couldn't see her. "I know. But it doesn't make it any easier when you're so far away."

"I know,gorgeous…did Miranda…said anything else?”

"Nothing else."

Rooster's voice softened. "I see… Shells is there with you, right?"

"Yeah, Shells has spending some time," Beatrice acknowledged, a small smile touching her lips. "But it's just... I don't want anything jeopardizing the peace we have at home, especially with you away on a mission."

"I know baby. I wish I could do more. Just remember, we're a team, no matter the distance. If anything feels off, trust your instincts, okay?"

"I will, Rooster. Always." she sighs, “I should probably let you go back to sleep.”

Rooster's voice held a comforting note. "I'm not going back to sleep until I know you're okay. Talk to me, Bea. What else is on your mind?"

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, debating whether to share the weight that had settled on her heart. "I just miss you, Rooster. And with all this happening, it feels like the world is a bit shaky."

"I miss you too, Bea. More than you can imagine. But we need to weather this storm, and then I promise I'll come back to you."

Tears welled up in Beatrice's eyes, the longing for Rooster magnified by the distance between them. "I know, Rooster. I just... I worry. About you, about us, about everything."

Rooster's voice softened, "We'll get through this, baby. I'll make it back to you. Just keep our home fires burning, okay?"

"I will," Beatrice whispered, a sniffle escaping her. "I love you, Rooster."

"I love you too, gorgeous. Now, get some rest. We'll talk soon."

After exchanging a few more words, Beatrice reluctantly ended the call. The weight of the conversation lingered in the air, a mix of concern, love, and the underlying uncertainty of the situation. She wiped away a tear, took a deep breath, and dropped her head on top of her folded arms as she rested on the kitchen table.

Jolene whined under her, her huge head plopping on Bea’s thigh as her paw landed on the human’s knee.

Beatrice absentmindedly ran her fingers through Jolene's fur, finding solace in the comforting presence of her loyal companion. As she sat there, Beatrice's mind danced between the happenings of the day.The encounter with Miranda left a lingering unease, like when you swallow bitter medicine. She couldn't shake the feeling that something ominous lurked beneath the surface, something she couldn't quite grasp.

But why?

Why?

Why were Miranda and Mark so obsessed with them? This has been happening for so long she couldn’t even figure out a fair reason to.

"You doing okay, Bea?" Shells finally broke the quietude.

“Ah!’ Bea jumped, turning around to see Shells standing by the kitchen door, holding the twins to her chest while Nicole wobbled over to her mother. Bea sighed, picking Nicole up and standing to check on the other two, “Sorry,I…didn’t hear you.”

Shells grinned, gently rocking the twins in her arms. "No worries, Bea. You looked lost in thought. Everything okay?"

Beatrice sighed, her gaze drifting towards the window as if seeking answers in the starlit sky. "I just had a chat with Rooster. Miranda's visit today... it's been lingering on my mind. I can't shake this feeling of unease."

“...Miranda was here?”

“Oh,oh yeah you…were all asleep on the couch…you didn’t hear me by the door?”

Shells shook her head, a perplexed expression on her face. "No, I must've been out like a light. What happened with Miranda?"

Beatrice recounted the encounter with Miranda, and Shells listened attentively, her brow furrowing as she processed the information.

"That's weird," Shells commented, her eyes narrowing in thought. "But…considering everything,I’m not surprised.”

Beatrice shrugged, her eyes reflecting the weariness that had settled into her bones. "I wish I knew what she wanted, Shells. Rooster mentioned some internal issues in the squadron, and now this with Miranda"

Shells gently rocked the twins, a thoughtful look on her face. "Maybe we should beat her up."

“Shells!”

“Beat er up!” Nicole giggled, throwing her little fists up.

“No-Shells,please don’t mention violence in front of my kids.”

Shells chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Alright, alright. No violence in front of the kids. We'll just have to outsmart her. Maybe throw her off with kindness or confuse her with some gardening trivia."

Beatrice rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. "I appreciate the sentiment, Shells, but I just want things to settle down. Between Rooster being away, the breach, and now Miranda's mysterious antics, its a lot."

Shells nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's a lot to handle. But if Miranda wants to play games, she'll soon find out she picked the wrong opponents."

The twins, sensing the shift in energy, began to squirm in Shells' arms. Aurora reached out towards Beatrice, her tiny fingers trying to grasp onto her mother's hair.

"Looks like they want you, Bea," Shells chuckled, carefully passing the twins back to their mother as Bea but Nicole down. "I'll make some coffee. We might need it for our plotting against Miranda."

Beatrice cradled the twins in her arms, planting a soft kiss on each of their foreheads. "Thanks, Shells. I’d like that."

"Any word from Rooster?" Shells asked, as she marched over to the coffee maker, letting Bea handle the babies for a little while.

“I called him a few minutes ago."

“Yeah?”

“What did he say?”

“That I should listen to my gut if something feels off,” Bea smiles softly as she places the twins down on their bouncers a bit before preparing herself to feed them while Nicole walked over to her high chair, waiting to be settled.

Shells looked at her from the coffee maker,smirking a bit, “Well he doesn’t have to worry about that,does he? Gut feeling is our specialty.”

“It is?”

“I mean,I had a gut feeling you and Rooster would end up together, and surprise to no one, I was right!”

"Yeah, well, your gut feeling about Rooster and me was probably the only one that worked out."

Shells returned to the living room with two steaming mugs of coffee, handing one to Beatrice before taking a seat across from her. "True, I might not be the best fortune teller, but I make a killer cup of coffee. So spill, what's the plan, Bea?"

Beatrice puts Nicole on her high chair and then tilts her head ‘Plan?”

Shells took a thoughtful sip of her coffee, her eyes locking onto Beatrice's. "You know, for dealing with Miranda. What's our strategy? Besides not beating her up, of course."

"I'm not sure, Shells. If she wants drama, let's not give it to her."

Shells leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. "Ignoring her works for so long. Then what?"

Beatrice sighed, the weight of the situation settling back onto her shoulders. "I don't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she's getting to us. Let's focus on our own circle.But for now, let's not let Miranda's games distract us."

“Hmmm…”

“I know you hate that idea.”

“You are absolutely right.” Shells says, “I hate it.“I’m just sayin’ we need to be proactive.”

“I know…”

“Yeah..” Shells pulls out her phone, “Good thing I called Aunt Penny then! She can give us some advice,” if she noticed Bea’s wide eyed look she ignored it and kept on talking “You know she can help us out.’

“Shells.”

“And Mav.” oh God. “He can help us too!”

“Shells….”

“Yeah,we have this in the bag!” Shells laughs, “Anyway,coffee,right?”

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bratshaws · 8 months

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through the hourglass 341. brb x oc

a/n: i love writing dad!rooster (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

chapter

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When she told Rooster about it, he was very excited. He couldn’t help but ask if she planned on wearing those shorts again, with his eyes dropping down her body appreciatively.

��She has to clear her throat, because they were still at Evelyn’s when he does that, “Anyway,” she purses her lips, sitting next to him on the couch, settling Aurora on top of her chest while he holds Gavin, Nicole happily sitting on the floor between her parents, playing with Wiley, “It’ll be next saturday. I can talk to Penny, she’ll let me go by then.”

Rooster's eyes lingered on Beatrice as she settled Aurora on her chest, his playful grin not fading even as she cleared her throat to redirect his attention. "Those shorts were something else, you know," he teased, quietly "But seriously, I can't wait to see you in action."

Beatrice chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. "You just want an excuse to see me in those shorts again, don't you?"

He winked, his eyes dancing with pure adoration. "Can you blame me? Besides, it's been a while since we've seen you on the court. It's going to be a blast."

“Four years to be exact.” she smiles, “Doesn’t seem that long,damn.”

“You tell me,’ Jake mutters, “I’m still sore from you guys’ beating us– Rooster doesn’t count, he was in the team but he just was busy looking at you.” and Rooster didn’t look guilty at all by that accusation.

“Well, the game made it possible for you to get closer to Ev,Jake…wasn’t all bad,right?” Bea smiles, “You got together and you have little JJ now.”

Rooster chuckled, his arm wrapping around Beatrice as they settled into the cozy living room. "Yeah, Jake, you can thank our game for bringing you and Evelyn together. It was all part of the master plan."

Jake rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, but the smile on his face betrayed his amusement. "Well, I suppose I can forgive the sore muscles then. It all worked out in the end." he looks down at the sleeping baby before Evelyn sits next to him.

“So,” she begins, “We need a schedule because of the kids, all the girls said yes so we’re good.”

“Well,” Bea looks at Rooster, ‘Nikki and the twins nap at 9, then after lunch and then they stay up until dinner time, to fall asleep soon after…so…maybe ten o’clock is good?”

“Ten o’clock is around the time JJ wants to have a snack, so we should try something a bit later.”

Rooster only watched the interaction, flicking his eyes back and forth, then he parted his lips, “You know,we can take care of the kids no problem.” he suggests, seeing that the two women weren’t going to find a fitting timeline, “I mean,I can,I’m sure Jake can handle JJ too.” his friend just nodded in response.

Beatrice pursed her lips, “Roos…well, it’s just…last time you did this it was only Nikki…”

Rooster grinned, remembering the last time he took care of Nikki when she was the only child but hey, he could multitask. "Come on, Bea. I can handle it. They aren’t hard to work with, the twins are still months old and Nikki-." Nicole babbles happily, “Is Nikki. I can do this.”

Beatrice furrowed her brows, then rubbed her neck, “I’d take the offer,Bea.” Evelyn says, “We won’t have time otherwise.”

Beatrice sighed, looking at Rooster with hesitation. "Alright,” she sighs out,”...if you're sure you can handle it. Then alright."

Rooster chuckled, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Trust me, it'll be a piece of cake. We'll have everything under control." he winks, “You’ll see.”

Evelyn smiled, looking from Rooster to Jake, cupping the Texan’s cheek. "Thanks, guys. It means a lot. With the game and all, we really need this time." she says, “You’ll be able to take Bea there too if need be,Rooster?”

"Consider it done," Rooster replied, "It’ll be easy, piece of cake like I said.” he could see in Beatrice’s eyes how much the idea of going back to Northride made her excited…and nervous and honestly he just wanted to help however he could, “You guys will be able to train without worries.”

“Maybe we can try to start around ten-thirty,Ev?”

Jake nodded in agreement. looking at Evelyn for confirmation. "Sounds good to me. JJ usually settles down around ten, after all."

"Hmmm…alright," Evelyn said, "Ten-thirty it is. We can meet at the gym, get some warm-up, later, yeah?"

Beatrice glanced at Rooster, who winked at her again. "Sounds good.” she grins, “And I know it’ll be fun. It always is.” she says, rubbing his knuckles gently before she parts her lips, “Should we carpool together?”

“Carpooling works for me.” Evelyn says “As long Shells isn’t the one driving.”

“Well, then I guess it’s settled in.”

Evelyn chimed in, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Perfect.” she smiles, “Then,” she begins, “I’ll see you saturday.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?”

Rooster looks up from his coffee towards Beatrice, sans shirt, wearing only his jeans as he leans on the counter. Damn he’s making it really hard to leave, ‘Yep. The kids will be okay, gorgeous, you’ll be gone for one hour.” he smiles, then lifts his arm, offering his side to her, “C’mere you.”

Beatrice couldn't help but smile as she walked over to him, her fingers grazing the bare skin of his arm as she snuggled into his side. His warmth enveloped her, and his chin was propped on top of her head.

"Are you sure?One hour might feel like an eternity without me around."

Rooster chuckled, his deep voice vibrating through his chest. "Hmmm…as tempting as it is to keep you here with me…I'll survive, gorgeous. Just promise you'll hurry back. I'll be waiting right here for you."

She rolled her eyes with a playful smirk. "Don't get too comfortable without me, big guy."

“Big guy?”

“Well, you are big aren't you?”

His mouth drops as he leans his head back,giving her a look, “...listen here you minx.” and she giggles, walking around him to get her water. She was already wearing the shorts and his face curled in pain “Ugghhh, can Evelyn wait fifteen minutes? At least? You look so fuckin’ good.”

Beatrice laughed, a melodic sound that filled the room. "Roos, you know I can't keep Evelyn waiting. Besides, I'll be back before you know it." She reached for her water bottle, taking a sip before wrapping her arms around his neck. "And you're the one who said one hour is nothing, right?"

Rooster bit his lower lip,cupping her hips, right where the elastic of her shorts dug a little bit deeper on the softer flesh there "Yeah…but fuck gorgeous...."

“If you are nice and handle everything like you plan,” her voice breathy, running her fingers up and down his nape, making him shudder, “I’ll use this outfit again…and not only for the game.”

His pupils enlarge immediately, “Bea.”

“Is that a yes or no Lc?”

Rooster's gaze held a mixture of desire and longing as he absorbed Beatrice's teasing words. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure, but the want in his eyes betrayed his thoughts. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal, gorgeous," he replied, his hands tightening on her hips. "But you better make it worth the wait."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his earlobe as she whispered, "Oh, I intend to, Lc." another shudder and a quiet ‘fuuck’ left his lips, “Gotta go!” she pecks his lips twice, “Love you!”

With a playful wink, Beatrice extricated herself from Rooster's embrace and headed towards the door, leaving him momentarily dazed. He just leans back against the counter and rubs his face up and down. He has to focus, so he does, at Jolene who is sitting cutely next to him, her big pittie head tilted as the door closes and he hears Bea’s jeep leaving the driveway.

“...yeah,she’s still messing with me,Jojo.” he chuckles, scratching the dog’s head, he checks the baby monitor app and makes sure the kids are still asleep, which they are, before he moves forward - stepping over a sleeping Jack, the dog barely noticing him moving above him- and looks at the list of things he has to do.

Rooster took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the list of tasks for the babies, mentally organizing his plan of action. The sound of Jolene's content sigh beside him served as a reminder that he wasn't alone in there "Alright, Jojo, let's get this show on the road," he mumbled to the dog, who wagged her tail as if agreeing with him.

His first stop was the nursery, where the twins were still sound asleep in their cribs. Rooster approached with a gentle step, trying not to disturb their slumber. He checked their diapers, ensuring they were dry and comfortable.

They were.

Nice.

Once the twins were content and cooing in their cribs, Rooster moved on to Nicole's room. He opened the door cautiously, expecting to find her still immersed in dreamland. However, he was met with wide awake, curious eyes that greeted him with a bright smile.

Rooster chuckled, scooping her up in his arms. "Well, you are up already huh?” his daughter just blinked, then yawned, stretching her little arms up, “Gotta check the diaper kiddo, c’mere.”

Rooster settled Nicole on the changing table, her tiny fingers reaching for the colorful mobile hanging above. He smiled at her, his fingers expertly undoing the tapes of her diaper. As he worked, he couldn't help but marvel at how much she had grown since her arrival.

"Alright, Nikki," he cooed, "let's make sure you're all clean and comfy." He made quick work of the diaper change, replacing it with a fresh one before planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Nicole giggled, her laughter echoing in the room.

With Nicole content in her freshly changed diaper, Rooster looked down at the list while holding the toddler’s hand as she spun herself back and forth.

1.Check on the Twins

2. Diaper Change for the Twins

3. Prepare Nikki’s bottle

4. Prepare Bottles for the Twins

‘Well, they are still asleep so,” he picks Nicole up with ease, “Let’s prepare your breakfast.” Nicole babbled, touching his mustache and slapping her tiny hand over his lips - like she always did - “Ow, hey,birdie,come on, you are getting heavy handed already.”

Rooster balanced Nicole on his hip, her laughter echoing through the quiet house. With the morning sunlight streaming through the windows, he made his way to the kitchen, mentally ticking off the tasks on the list. Jolene trotted alongside them, her tail wagging with excitement.

In the kitchen, Rooster set Nicole in her high chair, the colorful tray adorned with a variety of toys to keep her entertained. He reached for the ingredients to prepare her breakfast, all the while keeping his phone handy.

As he mixed together oatmeal and mashed bananas, Nicole eagerly kicked her legs, babbling in her own delightful language. Rooster couldn't help but smile at the pure joy radiating from his daughter. “Yep, there’ll be food soon enough,baby girl.” he tastes it for good measure, “There you go.”

While Nicole enjoyed her breakfast, Rooster turned his attention to the next item on the list—preparing bottles for the twins. He knew he had time, but he liked being prepare- he stops, wincing when Eleanor’s deep barks echoed from the living room door, “Jesus,” he hurries over, “Ellie,Ellie,calm down.”

He sees someone out there, a male figure? And he frowns, looking back into the kitchen briefly to make sure Nikki was alright, then exhaling as he opened the door. He didn’t even bother ot put on a shirt.

The person looks up at him and he blinks “...can I help you?”

“...oh uh–” oh he’s one of Marcus’ assistants, “Delivery for you guys, Mr.Beverly wanted you to have it as…uh…fresh out of the oven.”

That was a huge box. ‘Oh,” he grabs it from his hand, “Thank you,I…” he clears his throat, pushing Eleanor back, “Thank you, can you thank him for me?” the kid nods and scurries away,disappearing from his view as he closes the door.

He stares down at the box, honestly, Marcus gave them so much stuff it was crazy. He was an amazing fashion designer but…his favoritism was obvious. But he’d check on that later, now he had to make sure Nikki was okay.

And she was, eating some of the oatmeal with her rubber spoon,looking back at her father as he walks in, “Well, aren’t you a polite little one.” he chuckles, sitting down close to her with his body relaxing, “Soon enough you won’t need my help for anything baby girl.”

Ouch. No, that hurt a lot to think about.

He chews the inside of his cheek, tapping his fingers on the table…he still had a few more days left from his leave, then he’d have the promotion ceremony. Was he nervous?

Yes.

He was.

Rooster focused on his daughter, the laughter and babbling providing a temporary distraction from the thoughts that lingered in the back of his mind. He continued to feed Nicole,the twins, were still asleep, giving Rooster a small window of time to manage the morning routineHe glanced at the clock, calculating how much time he had before the twins would wake up demanding their share of attention.

A little while.

Rooster sighed as he observed Nicole, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips. "Hey there, birdie," he murmured, reaching out to ruffle Nicole's soft hair. "You're growing up too fast, you know that?"

Nicole giggled, her chubby cheeks dimpling as she continued to explore her breakfast. Rooster's mind, however, drifted to the passage of time and the inevitability of change. The realization that his little girl was becoming more independent each day tugged at his heart.

She was outgrowing some of her older clothes, Beatrice saved some and donated others but…Nicole was just so big. He smiles, almost sadly, as he holds his head up with his hand, watching as she feeds herself.

He is proud of her, very proud. As Nicole happily banged her spoon against the high chair tray, Rooster's thoughts shifted to the unexpected delivery from Marcus. The large box sat in the corner of the kitchen, a big black package that Jack lazily sniffed.

Curiosity piqued, Rooster decided to investigate the contents of the box after ensuring Nicole was content and full. He gently scooped her up, cradling her against his chest.

Rooster approached the box. With a practiced motion, he pulled the ribbon that kept it closed, open. And then handed it to Nicole just so she could play with it as he looked down at it.Stylish outfits for the kids to luxurious items for Beatrice, and himself Marcus had spared no expense.

He then noticed something in the corner, something…paper? A calendar? He tilted his head, digging his hand deeper and pulling it out…it was their photoshoot. They finally got the pictures - honestly he almost forgot about it.

He looked down at it then gasped.

“Oh I gotta tell Bea.”

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“Your dad went there?” Bea asked as she followed Evelyn as she moved around after feeding JJ. The baby was sleeping peacefully in a bassinet not too far from them.

“Yep,something about ‘sometimes a vice-admiral has to step in.” she says while pushing her braids to the side, tucking some behind her ear “He didn’t appear worried though, so maybe there’s nothing wrong with Rooster’s mission. You know how it is—higher-ups checking in, making sure everything's running smoothly.”

Beatrice nodded,chewing her lower lip. "Yeah, that's true. He's been in the game for a long time. If there's something off, he'd probably pick up on it."

Evelyn glanced at Beatrice, concern flickering in her eyes. "You seem a bit on edge, Bea. Everything okay?"

Beatrice sighed, her shoulders slumping ever so slightly. "It's just... with Rooster deployed, and all this tension in the air, I can't help but worry. You–you know your dad better than anyone…should I be worried?"

Evelyn set the book she was about to put away down, her gaze meeting Beatrice's with a reassuring smile. "Bea, my dad has a knack for appearing calm even when the world is in chaos. It's part of the job, you know? But deep down, he's just as human as the rest of us. If something was seriously wrong, he'd probably let me know."

Beatrice nodded, appreciating the honesty in Evelyn's words, rubbing her arms. "I guess you're right. It's just hard not knowing, especially with everything that's been happening lately."

Evelyn moved closer,folding her arms as she leaned against the wall, “I know my dad is there because of the breach. That I’m sure.” she says as she looks back to where Shells was currently busy by flipping the channels on her tv, “But that is all I can safely assume.”

Evelyn's voice softened then “Rooster is a skilled pilot, and he's been through his fair share of missions. He knows how to handle himself."

The brunette nodded, rubbing her forehead. "I know, Ev. It's just...you know how it is. When it's someone you love, logic sometimes takes a backseat to emotions."

"Hey, that's completely understandable. We're all human, after all. Emotions are what make us who we are. Don't be too hard on yourself for feeling worried. It just means you care deeply."

Beatrice offered a small smile, appreciating the comfort in Evelyn's voice "Thanks, Ev. It's just a lot to process, especially with the kids and everything else."

Evelyn nodded in understanding. "You’ll be okay and if you need help you can always count on us, Shells, and me. We're all here for you."

Beatrice's gaze wandered to where Shells was engrossed in the TV, pursing her lips as she looked for something to watch "I appreciate that, Ev. I do."

Evelyn nodded, her gaze moving to where Wiley was, the cat took a liking to always sleep close to where JJ was. "I can't promise that everything will always be smooth sailing, but I can promise that you won't face it alone. Whatever happens."

Beatrice chuckled, wiping away a stray tear that escaped. "You always have a way of putting things into perspective, Ev. Thanks for being that anchor when I need it the most."

“Someone has to.” she smiles, “I’m the brains and Shells is the brawn.”

Shells,who didn’t care to be called as such, giggled gleefully in response while still going through channels.

Evelyn placed a comforting arm around Beatrice's shoulders. "Distance can be tough, especially when it feels like you're navigating storms on your own. But you two will be okay…also,what’s this I heard about your aunt Martha?"

Beatrice leaned into Evelyn's comfortable couch and she sighed, allowing the cushions to almost swallow her. "Aunt Martha is...well, she's Aunt Martha. You know how she is – cryptic, mysterious, and always dancing around things."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And? Did she drop any hints or mystical advice about the current situation with Rooster and everything else?"

“She told me to be patient, to navigate storms, and to be careful. Classic Martha speak."

“Huh.”

"Yeah," Beatrice agreed, a thoughtful glint in her eyes. "She did mention something about navigating storms, metaphorical ones. It got me thinking."

Evelyn nodded, her gaze drifting to Shells, who was still engrossed in TV, occasionally flipping through channels with a playful hum. "About?"

Beatrice took a deep breath, the weight of her thoughts heavy in the air. "About life, I guess. About how it throws these storms at us."

Evelyn listened attentively, her gaze soft and understanding. "Life does have a way of testing us, doesn't it? But sometimes, it's about trusting that you have the strength to weather them, no matter how fierce they may be."

Beatrice nodded, a contemplative expression on her face. "Rooster has been my anchor through so many storms. Ever since the beginning." she pauses, “...I want him to be okay,Ev. He went through…so much, so much.’

Evelyn's gaze softened once more, and she tightened her arm around Beatrice. "He's a resilient guy, Bea. You've seen him face challenges head-on, and he's always come back stronger. I've seen the way he looks at you, the way he talks about you. Rooster is committed to weathering any storm with you and for you."

Beatrice's eyes shimmered as she leaned into Evelyn's embrace. "I know he is. It's just... This situation with Mark and Miranda, it's unsettling. And Aunt Martha's cryptic advice doesn't provide the clarity I wish it did."

Evelyn sighed, her fingers absentmindedly stroking Beatrice's hair. "Your aunt Martha has…her own way of guiding others. It might not always be straightforward, but her insights have a way of making sense in their own time."

"I hope so," Beatrice murmured, her gaze distant. "I just want everything to be okay. For Rooster to come back safely, for us to get through whatever this is."

"We all do, Bea."

"I guess we just have to take it one day at a time, and-"

Shells’ voice interrupted them as she tossed the remote away, “Evelyn you only have horror channels and one kid channel? How the hell are you going to raise JJ? Is there a Hellraiser for babies I don't know about?”

The sudden shift from the heartfelt conversation to Shells' comment brought a burst of laughter from the trio. Beatrice wiped away a lingering tear and chuckled, appreciating the comedic relief.

Evelyn rolled her eyes playfully. "You know, Shells, JJ is still a baby. Horror movies can be educational but you know I’d never put my son through that."

The laughter echoed in Evelyn's living room, temporarily dispelling the weight of the world. Shells, seemingly unaffected by the emotional conversation, grinned mischievously. "You're just limiting his potential, Ev.I know you too well, JJ could be the horror movie aficionado of his generation!"

Evelyn shook her head, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I'll save the horror movies for when he's a bit older. For now, we'll stick to age-appropriate cartoons."

Beatrice couldn't help but join in the laughter, the tension in her shoulders releasing a little. Her stomach felt iffy, she was still a bit anxious but decided to use this anxiety to message her parents and check on the kids. She excuses herself as she walks to Evelyn’s guest bathroom, locking the door behind her and then allowing her body to calm down.

She leans her back against the door, furrowing her brows with her phone on her chest, “It’s fine, everything is fine.” she whispers to herself, dialing her mother’s number, “We are all fine. We really are.”

Beatrice waited anxiously as the phone rang, each ring feeling like an eternity. Finally, her mother's warm voice answered on the other end.

"Tesoro, how are you?"

Beatrice took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "I'm okay, Mama. Just needed to hear your voice. How's everything there?"

"We're all good here, sweetheart. Your papa is tinkering in the garage, and the twins napping. Nicole is watching tv, and the house is as lively as ever."

A small smile played on Beatrice's lips. "How's everyone holding up without me?"

Claudia chuckled, "Well,honey, it’s not like you are out of the country. We are all doing fine.”

Beatrice exhaled a sigh of relief. "I'm glad to hear that. You know, I'm grateful for your support and Papa's. It means the world to me."

Claudia's voice softened. "We love you, Beatrice. Always have, always will. We understand the challenges you and Rooster face, and we're here for you every step of the way."

A lump formed in Beatrice's throat. "I love you too, Mama. And thank you.”

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Rooster remained focused on his duties, analyzing reports, conducting briefings, and ensuring the readiness of the squadron. They had a few hours before the mission so he took that time to…look at every single picture he had of Bea on his phone.

In one photo, they stood on a beach, the sun setting behind them, casting a warm glow. Beatrice's hair danced in the gentle breeze, and Rooster couldn't help but marvel at the serenity etched across her face.

Another photo showed Beatrice holdingNicole, in her arms. The sheer joy radiating from both mother and child made his hear flutter. Rooster traced his finger over the image, the longing for those moments intensifying as the weight of separation settled on his shoulders.

As Rooster continued his nostalgic journey through the photos, he stumbled upon an image from their wedding day. Beatrice looked breathtaking in her gown, her eyes locked with his in a promise of forever. Rooster couldn't help but smile, the memory of that day etched into his heart.

Sometimes, he’d go to sleep listening to their wedding playlist.

The sound of a knock on the door brought Rooster back to the present. McAllister poked his head in, a hint of a smile on his face. "We’ll leave in fifteen, sir."

Rooster nodded, locking his phone and tucking it into his pocket. "Thanks, McAllister. I'll be right there."

As McAllister left, Rooster took a moment to collect his thoughts. Then he steeled himself for the mission ahead, the echoes of their shared laughter lingering in his mind. He was already wearing his flight suit, all he had to do was get his helmet.

Rooster rose from his chair, the metal legs scraping against the floor as he stood. His mind, momentarily freed from the weight of command duties, lingered on the images of Beatrice.The room, adorned with maps, mission briefings, and the hum of the air conditioner, seemed to shrink into insignificance compared to the warmth those memories brought.

With a purposeful stride, Rooster made his way out and towards his jet.Familiar faces greeted him with nods and salutes as he walked ahead. Once he reached it,Rooster took a moment alone, gazing at the sleek fighter jet that awaited him on the tarmac.

No matter how many times he did this, he still had goosebumps knowing what he’d do. He was about to put his helmet on, stopping when he saw McAllister approaching him, “Sir! Sorry,Vice-Admiral Simpson wanted to talk to me.”

“Oh? What did Vice-Admiral Simpson want to discuss?"

McAllister shifted slightly,. "He wanted to go over some strategic points for the upcoming mission. He just told me to uh…do a good job.” he pauses, “And he said that you don’t need to know more because–”

“Because I already know, I get it.” Rooster nodded,chuckling to himself. "Alright, McAllister. I appreciate the heads-up. Anything else before we head off?”

McAllister hesitated for a moment, glancing around as if making sure no one was within earshot. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Sir, there's something else. It's about Mark."

Rooster's expression tightened, the mention of Mark drawing his full attention. "What about him? "

McAllister's gaze held a mix of concern and uncertainty. "Sir, I've noticed some unusual behavior from Mark. He's been having private conversations with some of the recruits, and it seems... secretive. I overheard bits and pieces, sir, and it sounded like they were discussing something that goes beyond the usual mission chatter."

Rooster's brow furrowed, the weight of responsibility settling back onto his shoulders. "Private conversations, you say? Any idea what it might be about?"

McAllister nodded, swallowing nervously. "I can't say for sure, sir. But it sounded like they were involved in something outside the scope of our usual operations. And, well, Mark has been acting rather condescending and arrogant lately, like he's privy to some information the rest of us aren't."

Rooster's jaw clenched, his mind racing through the possibilities. The puzzle pieces seemed to be falling into place, aligning with the suspicions that had been lingering. "Condescending, arrogant, and secretive. Not exactly the qualities you want in a teammate."

"No, sir. It's been bothering me for a while, and with everything else going on, I thought it best to bring it to your attention," McAllister confessed, a sense of unease in his eyes.

Rooster appreciated McAllister's diligence. "You did the right thing, McAllister. I need to know what's going on with my team. We can't afford any internal disruptions, especially with a mission on the horizon."

"I just... I don't want to jump to conclusions, sir, but it feels off. And I've seen the way Mark looks at you, sir. There's something there," McAllister added, almost hesitantly.

Rooster's expression grew even more serious. "What do you mean, 'there's something there'?"

McAllister chose his words carefully. "It's like he resents you, sir. I don't know the specifics, but it's more than just professional disagreement. There's a personal element to it."

Rooster's gaze hardened, the implications sinking in. If Mark was involved in something beyond the squadron's knowledge, and if it had a personal angle involving Rooster, it added a layer of complexity to an already intricate situation.

"Keep an eye on him, McAllister," Rooster instructed, his tone firm. "Gather whatever information you can, discreetly. I want to know what he's up to, and if it poses a threat to the squadron."

"Yes, sir. I'll do my best," McAllister affirmed,quietly..

Rooster clapped McAllister on the shoulder. "Good man. Now, let's get ready for the mission. We'll deal with this when we have more information. For now, our focus is on the task at hand."

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“And then I was like wooooooooah that’s crazy!”

She had no idea who this woman was and what she did to Shells…because Bea knew Shells and she never wakes up before eight thirty. She blinked, still trying to understand what her friend was talking about since it was so early “...what?”

Shells laughed heartily at Beatrice's bewildered expression. "I know, right? Then I had to tell aunt Penny that ‘hey so i think we should expand the bar a bit more and make a bigger game room.”

Beatrice, still struggling to fully wake up, blinked at Shells with a mix of confusion and disbelief. The mention of Penny, a bar expansion, and a bigger game room felt like fragments of a dream that refused to coalesce into a coherent narrative.

"..right?" Beatrice mumbled, her words punctuated by a wide yawn. She took another sip of her coffee, hoping the caffeine would kick in and bring some clarity to the early morning haze.

Shells grinned, seemingly undeterred by Beatrice's befuddled state. "Yes, yes! It's all part of my grand plan. You see, a bigger game room is essential for unfolding this idea of mine.”

Beatrice squinted at Shells, her expression a mix of skepticism and amusement. "Idea? Shells, are you sure you're not still asleep?"

Shells leaned in, her eyes sparkling "Bea,of course not….besides, with the suits bothering her so much I think something like that will help a lot. The Hard Deck is loved by many so…”

Beatrice stared at Shells, her brain struggling to catch up with the rapid-fire information. She ran a hand through her tousled hair, realizing that this conversation had taken a turn into the realm of the utterly surreal. "Explain?" Beatrice's confusion deepened. The early hour, combined with Shells' animated storytelling, made it challenging for her to process the details.

Shells leaned back, grinning mischievously. "Okay, let me break it down for you. So, you know how aunt Penny is the magnificent force behind The Hard Deck, right?”

Beatrice nodded slowly, her mind attempting to piece together the fragments of information. "Yeah, I know. But why are we talking about Penny at..." she glanced at the clock, "...this ungodly hour?"

Shells chuckled. "Because, my dear Bea, while you were in the sweet embrace of slumber, I had a revelation! A vision, if you will. An epiphany that struck me like a cosmic lightning bolt."

Beatrice raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched on her face. "A cosmic lightning bolt? Shells, are you alright?"

Shells winked. "Of course, I'm alright. More than alright, actually. You see, in this cosmic revelation, I saw The Hard Deck expanding, growing, becoming a haven for interstellar adventurers and local patrons alike. And at the heart of it all, a grand game room, a nexus of fun and excitement!"

Beatrice stared at Shells, still trying to grasp the surreal nature of the conversation. "A game room? Shells, are you turning The Hard Deck into a space arcade or something?"

Shells nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with an infectious enthusiasm. "Exactly, Bea! A space arcade, a hub for gamers, explorers, and anyone seeking a cosmic escape. Picture it: retro arcade machines, futuristic VR experiences, and a vibrant community of players coming together to share their love for games."

Beatrice blinked, half-expecting to wake up from what felt like a whimsical dream. "This is... unexpected. Why now, Shells? And why are you discussing this with Aunt Penny at the crack of dawn?"

Shells leaned in, her tone conspiratorial. "Because the cosmic energies flow strongest at dawn, Bea. And as for why now, well, I couldn't wait. The vision was too vivid, too compelling to be delayed. I had to share it with Aunt Penny, and you know how she is when it comes to ambitious ideas."

Beatrice rubbed her temples, trying to reconcile the reality of the conversation with the remnants of sleep clouding her mind. "So, you had a vision of turning The Hard Deck into a space arcade, and you're convincing Penny to go along with it?"

Shells nodded, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Precisely! And you, my dear Bea, will play a crucial role in bringing this vision to life. You'll be the guardian of the game room, the one who ensures that every gamer who walks through those doors experiences the cosmic thrill of The Hard Deck."

"Guardian of the game room? Shells, this sounds like something out of a sci-fi novel."

Shells grinned. "Well, we do love our sci-fi adventures, don't we? And this, my friend, is an adventure waiting to unfold. The Hard Deck, with its expanded game room, will become a beacon of vast cosmic expanse. Isn’t that right, Bea?”

Bea.

Bea!

The brunette jumps on the couch and looks around furiously,trying to regain her surroundings and then stops when she sees Shells holding a mug with coffee in her hands “Hey…you…fell asleep.”

Oh.

“...oh I did?”

“Yeah,I told you to stay on the couch as I cleaned the kitchen.” her friend said softly, “Were you dreaming? You were making…noises kind of.”

Beatrice blinked, the remnants of the dream still lingering in her mind. "Yeah, I... I think I was dreaming. Shells, you were turning The Hard Deck into a space arcade, and I was the guardian of the game room."

Shells burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room. "Guardian of the game room? Now that's a title I'd trust you with, Bea.."

Beatrice chuckled, slowly sitting on the couch "A dream indeed. You had me convinced for a moment that I'd stepped into some alternate reality where The Hard Deck became a galactic hub."

She raised an eyebrow playfully. “Aunt Penny would hate that."

Beatrice grinned, appreciating the whimsical optimism that Shells always brought into her life. "Totally…was–was I out long? Where are the kids?"

Shells checked the time on her wristwatch and smirked. "Not too long. The little rascals are still napping. I figured you needed a moment of peace, considering everything."

Beatrice sighs,running a hand through her hair. "Yeah,thanks for keeping an eye on them, Shells. I..." she rubs her eyes “Didn’t sleep that well,you know?”

Shells nodded understandingly, her expression sympathetic. "Hey, I get it.Do you want-” she points to the mug then sets it aside when Bea shakes her head, sitting down next to her friend, “Wanna talk about it?”

“About the dream?”

“No dummy,” she gently slaps Bea’s shoulder, “Why you didn’t sleep!”

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, glancing at Shells with enough vulnerability for her friend to hug her close. The weight of the recent events pressed on her, and the dreams seemed to be a tumultuous journey into the subconscious. She took a deep breath, then began to share the concerns that had been gnawing at her.

"It's just... everything, Shells. Everything.It's driving me crazy."

Shells listened attentively, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. She allowed Bea to place her head on her shoulder, gently tapping her friend’s cheek. "I can only imagine how tough it must be, Bea. You could’ve called me,I wouldn’t mind sleeping in the couch or staying here making sure YOU fell asleep."

Beatrice leaned into Shells' comforting presence, then smiles softly, closing her eyes, “Thank you.” she whispers, “You are a good friend.”

“I’m a great friend.”

“You are.”

Shells chuckled, the sound resonating with a mixture of warmth and playfulness. "Well, I do try my best, you know. And speaking of friends, I’ve been thinking. How about we shake off this heavy atmosphere? Let’s do something fun, something that takes our minds off the chaos."

Beatrice tilted her head, looking at Shells with curiosity. "What do you have in mind?"

Shells grinned mischievously. "Ever heard of the legendary pizza blanket fort?"

Beatrice blinked, a hint of surprise in her expression. "Pizza blanket fort? Is that a thing?"

"Oh, it's absolutely a thing," Shells insisted, enthusiasm lighting up her eyes. "And we're going to build the most epic pizza blanket fort in the history of blanket forts. Trust me, it's the perfect remedy for a heavy heart and a tired mind."

“I…I don’t even know what that is.”

“Well,we better get to it then.”

Rooster was reading every report,ever single note from the past days and he tries,he tries hard to find what was missing. He flips the page back and forth, hand holding his forehead as he chews his bottom lip repeatedly.

He wouldn’t have any more surprises.

No more.

His gaze shifted from one document to another, absorbing the details, searching for patterns, and connecting the dots that could lead to a clearer understanding of the situation. The room was silent, save for the occasional sound of paper rustling and the distant hum of activity outside his office.

With a deep breath, Rooster leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing in concentration. The lack of transparency from higher-ups and the unexpected challenges faced during the mission had ignited a fire within him—a fire to protect his team and unearth the truth.

He interlocks his fingers behind his head, moving his chair from side to side. Cyclone said he’d figure out why this whole thing happened but Rooster couldn’t wait for his reply.

He had a feeling-something, someone maybe? Was off.

That wreckage was a trap for them. Which means someone knew they’d be flying that area…”Fuck.” he grunts,rubbing his eyes with his fingertips, corneas burning as he does so.

The room felt tense. He couldn't shake the feeling that there were hidden layers, concealed motives that had put his team in the crosshairs of danger. The question lingered like a persistent echo: Who knew about their movements, and why?

His desk lamp cast a focused beam on the documents, creating a pool of light in the dimly lit office. Rooster leaned forward, his elbows on the desk, eyes fixed on a particular paragraph that seemed to hold a fragment of the puzzle.

As he continued his scrutiny, his office door creaked open, and Jake cautiously entered. The officer noticed the intensity in Rooster's expression but chose to speak up, "Hey man, any updates on the situation?"

Rooster glanced up, his eyes relaxing immediately. "Nothing concrete yet, Jake. The higher-ups are still playing their cards close to the chest. But I can't wait for their deliberations. We need to act, and we need to act now."

Jake nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "We also have been checking our communication logs, looking for any irregularities after the breach. So far, everything seems secure on our end."

“Thank fuck.”

Jake pursed his lips, then sat down in front of him, “I have a question.”

Rooster smiled tiredly,rubbing his temple,”Go on,what is it?”

Jake leaned forward, his expression earnest. "Do you think there is someone who might be feeding information to those who set up the trap?"

Rooster's gaze intensified, contemplating Jake's question. The idea of a traitor within their own ranks was a heavy thought, one that weighed on everyone. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I don't want to believe it, Jake. But we can't ignore the possibility. The breach, the targeted nature of the trap... it all points to someone having inside information."

Jake's jaw tightened, a silent acknowledgment of the severity of the situation. "What do we do then? We can't trust anyone until we figure this out. And we can't afford to have our movements predicted."

Rooster leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk. "We need to conduct a thorough internal investigation. Check backgrounds, communication patterns, anything that might hint at unusual activity. And we keep this discreet. We don't want to create panic or give the potential leak a heads-up."

Jake nodded, tongue against his cheek. "Anyone that should help us with this?"

“...McAllister.” Rooster whispers, “And the boys, they are good…tell Bob too.”

“And if we find someone?”

Rooster frowns, “Then that’s out of our hands, it’s on the higher ups.” he tsks, “Fuck,I can’t believe that this is happening with Bea alone with the babies and before my promotion, seems like a huge joke.”

"I'll inform McAllister and the others," Jake said, his voice low. "We need to act swiftly but discreetly. The last thing we want is to tip our hand to whoever might be watching."

Rooster nodded, his gaze fixed on a point in the room. "Make sure McAllister knows the urgency. We can't afford to miss any details. If there's a leak, we need to plug it before it jeopardizes more lives."

With a determined nod, Jake rose from his chair and headed towards the door. "I'll get on it right away. And, Rooster, we'll get through this. It’ll be fine."

As the door closed behind Jake, Rooster was left alone with his thoughts. The room felt like a pressure cooker, each passing second adding to the weight on his shoulders. The picture on his desk—the one with Beatrice and the kids, the last one she sent as the twins got home—seemed to mock him with its serenity, a stark contrast to the turmoil that engulfed his professional life.

The worry for her safety compounded the stress of the mission. He couldn't shake the feeling of being torn between duty and the innate desire to protect his family.

He sent her a text first

Roos (20:04)

Hi gorgeous. Just wanted to check on you,you alright?

She didn’t respond so he sent another one

Roos (20:05)

Things are…going, you know? We are all doing it, somehow. hah…when you see this, pls message me back? I want to…talk to you. I really do. i love you Bea and I miss you so much.

The minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness as Rooster anxiously awaited Beatrice's response. Each passing second heightened the sense of unease that had settled over him like a heavy shroud. The lack of immediate reply only fueled his concerns.

Finally, a notification lit up the screen:

Bea (20:15)

Hey, Rooster. We're doing fine here. Shells is staying over tonight so. How's everything on your end?

Rooster felt an immense amount of relief at the sight of Beatrice's message.He took a moment to compose his response:

Roos (20:18)

Good to hear that Shells is with you. Things on my end are...complicated. Can't go into details right now, but I just wanted to check on you..and talk to you. i miss you a lot.

Bea (20:19)

I miss you too…did you talk to Mav? Did he give you some insight?

Roos (20:22)

Yeah, I talked to Mav. He's looking into it, trying to get more information from the higher-ups. It's a mess, Bea, but I promise I'm doing everything I can to figure this out.

Bea (20:25)

I trust you, Rooster. We've been through tough times before, and we always find our way back to each other. Just...come back to us, okay?

Rooster's chest tightened at the sincerity in her words.He took a deep breath before responding:

Roos (20:28)

I will. I promise.

Bea (20:30)

And you never break your promises.

Roos (20:29)

Never,gorgeous. Never.

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While the plan was to immediately play the game, as much as Bradley wanted to, their stomachs had a different idea. Suddenly they were filled with hunger and couldn’t do much but have dinner, of course the thought of what would happen after floated around them. Then they had to wait for their dinner to settle, so they decided to watch another movie until it did, both of them eager for it to pass so they could finally do what they were planning to.

However it was a really good movie, so they ended up watching the whole thing, then the sequel, then when they noticed it was already midnight. Their dinner settled and now there was nothing else distracting them. “You get the cards, I get the wine.” he says, leaping to his feet to rip the wine glasses box apart to pick two out of it, while Beatrice reached inside a cabinet to get the cards she talked about. Was it a bit nerve wracking just like his Christmas surprise? Yes. Was she excited? Also yes. She wants to be a bit bolder, she felt that now she could be more since their relationship was serious and he voiced how much he liked it.

Beatrice steps inside the master bedroom first, with Rooster locking the door behind them with his smile never faltering. She sits cross legged on the floor, looking up at him with her cheeks red until he sits down as well right in front of her, “So.” she begins, “Do you want to um…mix the cards?” she’s still nervous, tapping her thumbs together after he grabs the box from her hands, smirking at her red face.

“What does the winner get?” he asks as he pulls out the pack of cards from inside, riffling them with his thumb repeatedly with his eyes still on Beatrice.

She rolls her lower lip inside her mouth, she hadn’t thought about that yet…until an idea presented itself for her, “Well…we can use the um ticket we’ve been saving.” That made him stop, the last cards his thumb touched hitting the others with a slow slapping sound before he chuckled to himself, with a quiet yet overly pleased ‘okay’ leaving his lips. She has no idea what he had in mind, she knew what she wanted to do obviously but the way he suddenly turned sharp focused just with the thought.

Beatrice waits until he gives each the number of cards necessary, leaving the rest to the side and straightening his back to keep the cards within eye level. Beatrice did the same, frowning when she noticed her hand wasn’t really the greatest and she had to be careful while playing, “Ready?” he asks and she nods while chewing her lower lip.

And so it begins.

During the first minutes he has the upper hand, managing to get her socks off first and looking incredibly satisfied when he sets it right by his side. Then he managed to get her earrings, much to Beatrice’s dismay because he was still clothed and if he continued like this she’d lose…which wasn’t a bad idea but she felt like she knew how to play this by now, she could still win something.

When she finally manages to win something, now it was his socks that were on her side, she tried to hold back her excitement because the last thing she’d want was to sing victory before the finishing line. The wine was still unopened on the side, with the glasses next to it, she knew he didn’t like getting drunk before they had sex so she wasn’t sure why he brought it up. Maybe for later? After, well, they did what they wanted to do? That would be the most obvious reason.

Over time, they managed to get more and more off each other. When they were both in their underwear, that’s when it got intense because Beatrice had two more articles of clothing while he had only one. If she managed to get it, she’d win this game. But Brad wasn’t planning on going down easy, “Oh what do you know,” he says after she shows him her cards “A flush, looks like I win again, gorgeous.” he leans on his closed fist, watching Beatrice’s face slowly dawn with realization “Bra off.”

She tried not to show how much his commanding tone affected her, not meeting his eyes when she reached behind herself to unclasp her black bra, the straps sliding down her arms until it fell on top of her bare thighs. She pulled her hair over her chest out of habit, nevermind he had seen her naked more times than she ever did, but she just felt very exposed. Bradley’s eyes drop to her now naked chest, his smirk remaining “Last round huh?” she nods, moving her arms in a way it’d cover her breasts and also push them together without her noticing.

Bradley’s mouth parts, watching the mounds of flesh push together with his pupils blown wide. God she was so sexy, he thought, her upper body flushed a nice red and her lower lip bitten inside her mouth making her look like one of those pin up girls from the 1950s. Honestly he could see her rocking such an image, she could rock anything and look great no matter what.

Beatrice tried, she did try, she wasn’t doing bad on this game…but eventually, and maybe unsurprisingly so, he won. She sighed quietly as their cards came into view, with Rooster grinning brightly at her, “You know the deal, gorgeous.” he murmurs, following her stand up to her feet with his eyes, the same eyes that dropped to her hands hooking on the sides of her panties, watching her shimmy them down her legs - biting his lower lip when it partially got stuck between her thick thighs - until they touched the floor and she kicked it away.

She folded her hands in front of her navel, her cheeks redder than before, “N-Now what?” Was she nervous because she didn’t know what would happen or was she nervous because she was curious about what would happen? He hums, still on the floor but slowly standing to his feet and she couldn’t help but drag her green eyes down his chest, following the happy trail that disappeared under the dark briefs until they stopped on the not so subtle bulge in his underwear.

“Now, pretty girl,” he coos, “I’m going to enjoy my winnings.” he grabs one of her hands, kissing the inside of her wrist, ‘Get on the bed for me?” he didn’t even have to ask, because Beatrice did so quickly. He didn’t have much time to admire her backside as he usually did before she sat down, placing her hands on either side of her hips looking up at him. Rooster ran a hand over his face, breathing out a delighted sigh as he got closer, kissing Beatrice deep enough that it took all the air out of her lungs.

Beatrice feels herself fall back,wrapping her arms around his neck but whining out in complaint when he pulls his head back with a soft smacking sound and pressing a trail of kisses down her jawline, his tongue peeking out to taste her skin, his mustache scratching her throat as he goes down. He brings his lips back up so his hot breathing touches the shell of her ear, “Open your legs for me, gorgeous?” He says it as a request, but she wouldn’t mind if he told her to just like he did back during Christmas time.

Beatrice’s breathing gets deeper, but her legs slowly part for him to hover his hips right above it, giving him space for what he wanted to do. He drags his hand down, giving her left nipple a gentle pinch that makes Beatrice gasp out a squeak, then down her soft stomach over her stretch marks until he reaches exactly where he wanted to, gently touching her outer lips with his index and middle finger. The brunette moans quietly, one of her hands going up to his shoulder to grab the muscle there, muttering his name, “Do you know what my idea is for you, pretty girl?” she moans but shakes her head negatively, “It involves fucking you with my fingers first.”

He slides his fingers in, hissing through his teeth at how wet she was already with a sharp moan of his name hitting his ears. His fingers moved in and out slowly at first, enjoying how her moaning was quiet, how her nails gently dug on his shoulders while his eyes remained on her face. Her long lashes touched her cheeks with her eyes closed, her lips parted in pleased moans trying to keep up with his fingers, “You like when I fuck you with my fingers, don’t you gorgeous?” Bea nods, tossing her head back at a deep movement of his hand, “And you take anything so well, it’s almost like your pussy was made for me.”

The clench around his fingers was so tight he was sure it’d pop one of the joints, her sudden surprised cry of pleasure only made him grin even more, “And you get so wet too, it’s like I barely touch you and you already react to it.” he presses the heel of his palm against her clit, rubbing it back and forth following his fingers moving inside of her. Beatrice tries to keep her eyes open to no avail, moaning quietly with her hips keeping up with his hand, trying to get more friction out of it.

She barely takes notice of the words leaving her lips, not seeing how she whispers a “Please, amore…” loud enough for him to hear and immediately still his hand, much for her disdain. She tries to move her hips to continue, but his huge hand holds her down so she doesn’t do anything else. Beatrice flutters her eyes open, tears clinging to her long lashes as she tries to figure out why he stopped, “W-What happened?”

Rooster’s eyes are so dark they are like blackholes in the universe that was him. “Say it again.” she looks confused, not understanding what he means, “Say it again.” When she finally figures out what he means, she shudders, repeating the words under her breath for him to hear. And something definitely changes, because his hand is moving so much faster that Beatrice can barely notice what was happening, too busy trying to understand how good he’s capable of making her feel using only his fingers.

Her moaning gets louder and her nails dig on his shoulder, creating crescent shaped indentations on the skin, “B-Brad…” she whispers again, “Ah!” He never takes his eyes off of her, his own breathing uneven and heavy, following the flush of red on her skin, the way her body moved to meet his hand in hopes to reach her orgasm even faster. When she suddenly feels his thumb rubbing her clit in rapid circles, she’s a goner, she was sure that even with the wind howling outside the people in the other cabins would be able to hear her own scream.

She clenches her legs around his arm, body shivering with aftershocks and voice jittery, still trying to regain her bearings as her orgasm slowly eases out of her and her lungs no longer feel like they are ready to explode.He’s still looking at her when he removes his fingers, enjoying the subtle furrow of her eyebrows when he’s finally out, licking his digits clean, “Wait here.” he leaves the bed, which makes her blink but she’s too fatigued to move, only hearing the obvious ‘pop’ of the wine bottle being open.

His bare feet travel back to the bed, where he kneels above her while holding the wine bottle, “Been thinking of this since we got that gift basket,” he whispers, dropping his eyes to her flushed chest and down “I promise I won’t use all of it.”

“Use all of it- ah!” she yelps when the cold liquid hits her chest, just enough to dribble down and pool on the hollow of her throat Oh. Beatrice could just watch with wide eyes as Bradley cautiously leans the bottle on the high footboard and his mouth drops exactly where the wine was, licking and sucking her skin more than he usually did until there was nothing left besides a trembling brunette gasping for his name. Since his alcohol tolerance was a lot higher than hers, she knew that a few sips of wine wouldn’t be enough to buzz him up - hence why he was doing that now - maybe warm him just a little but he’d never get drunk.

But she couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t arousing at all, the cold of the wine followed by the warmth of his tongue as he tried to keep the red beverage from hitting the white sheets was commendable as well and he was doing a great job too.His open mouthed kisses dropped from her throat to her cleavage, where he darted his mouth to nibble a breast with his eyes directly on hers. He really did love eye contact.

His hands were busy rubbing her waist, the plush flesh of her hips and then her thighs, pulling back from her breast to drag his teeth and tongue down to her stomach, reaching for the bottle again. Her stomach clenched when she felt the wine hitting her skin, pooling onto her belly button and just a bit below her navel and yet somehow now falling on the bed. Beatrice whimpers, his tongue returning to suck it all away, slowly climbing down the mattress to be face to face with her flushed center.

He didn’t pour the wine there, because he’s not stupid obviously, instead he just moved his open mouthed kisses to her entrance and Beatrice couldn’t hold back the loud moan that was ripped out of her, “B-Brad!” her hands flailed, trying to grab anything closer - choosing the sheets instead - not caring if she ripped the cotton fabric under her iron grip. His hands cupped her thighs, placing both of them on his shoulders so he could spread them as he desired.

She whimpers, almost like she’s crying, with tears slowly sliding out of her eyes but not out of fear or worry of what was happening. He trails his hands up her thighs, tongue moving slowly inside of her, until he reaches her chest, cupping them completely, “God,Brad…” she gasps again, not being able to stop when she locks her legs around his neck by the ankles, clasping a hand over her mouth out of habit while the other one runs its fingers through his golden brown hair.

He groans happily, closing his eyes and opening his jaw a bit wider so he could go from bottom to top, paying close attention to her clit and making her squeak out her moans, her chest heaving. He knew she was getting close by the way her fingers curled around his strands and how she was trying to hold back her moan, so he sped up the pace focusing mainly on the little bundle of nerves. Her already sensitive state made the whole experience turn on a complete new level, her quiet crying of his name sounding like music to his ears.

So when she orgasms one more time, the second in a matter of minutes, he flattens his tongue against her entrance as it clenched at nothing, her back arching like a bow and her scream turning into silent huffs of air, her hips undulating to get the last of her orgasm out of her system His mouth was still on her, but it was too much, so much that Beatrice whined, “Brad,” she calls, trying to push his head away, “J-Just give me a-a m-minute.” he complies, but not before kissing the little bundle of nerves to see her jump with a startled squeak, leaning over her body with his lips shining.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, seeing her nod with her eyes partially open, lips parted to regain her breathing, “Did I knock the air out of you.” she laughs breathlessly, weakly slapping his arm but smiling nonetheless, “I’m going to give you a break, there’s something else I want to do with you.”

She felt herself clench just at the possibilities, her eyes trailing down to the bulge on his underwear, “What about you?”

“I’ll be fine, angel.” he murmurs, kissing her warm cheek, “Waiting for you is worth it.”

While she was touched, she couldn’t help but always look directly at it, she knew he wanted to do things for her first…but there was no way she’d let that go as she waited, “But…amore…” seeing his reaction from earlier, she tried again and immediately Bradley stopped his lips on the curve of her jaw, his breath hitching, “I just want to take care of you too, lieutenant.” two hits in one single play, she wasn’t messing around. His shoulders shuddered briefly, lifting his head from her neck so he could meet her green eyes, “Please?”

Now it was his mouth that was parted open, tongue peeking out to wet his soft lips as his eyes trailed down towards her lips, “What do you want to do?” he questions, but he wasn’t prepared for the answer he’d receive.

“I liked your wine idea.” she whispered, running a nail down between his pectorals until she reached his six pack, biting her lip when it clenched under the feather light touch, “It was really nice.” he doesn’t stop her when she sits up, the hand on his chest pushing him back, back until he is the one lying on the bed now and she’s straddling his hips. He hisses, feeling her wetness drip down his still covered manhood, his hands climbing up her thighs until they reach the curve of her waist.

She grabbed the bottle, holding it with both hands in front of her chest, “Is it okay for you?” she asks, oh so sweetly, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. She was going to be the death of him.

“Yeah, gorgeous, of course.” he whispers, following her movements with his eyes - focusing on how her breasts moved when she leaned forward- and letting out a sharp noise of surprise when the cold wine hit his chest, the red drop rolling down quickly from his collarbones down between his pectorals, almost reaching his chest hair. Beatrice widened her eyes, she should’ve predicted that, quickly lowering her open mouth to his skin so she could lick it away. Bradley’s hands on her waist tightened feeling her tongue brushing against his chest brought wonderful memories of the Christmas night.

Beatrice still had her lips to his chest when she looked up at him, through her long thick lashes, “Fuck…” her pinkish red full lips to his golden skin was a contrast he could never grow tired of, the feeling of her tongue gently licking the beads of wine away was enough to make his member jolt inside his briefs. She pulls back from his chest, licking her lips clean and asking him gently to lie down on the bed. He did, quickly, with his hands still holding onto her hips to bring her along with him.

Beatrice combs all her long brown hair to the side, a movement that was yet again enough to make him ready to lose his mind, before the wine hit his stomach. It was cold, but the muscles there prevented it from moving further, almost like they were hills and the wine was the river coursing through them. Beatrice moves her lower body further away from him so she could lean down, again meeting his eyes as her tongue dips down to lick it away. His hands are no longer on her hips but now on her shoulders, combing the few strands of hair that stuck to her skin back.

She kisses right on his navel once she’s done, her face so red but her smile is brilliant, “How was it?” she whispers, somehow thinking he wouldn’t have liked it.

“Fuckin’ great.” he mutters in a quiet voice, his tone sounding even deeper than normal “Do you want to know the rest of my idea?” she nods and his hand comes up to rub the pad of his thumb over her lips, gently prying them apart so he could pop the digit inside, “When you sucked me off,” he feels her tongue brushing over the pad of his thumb, “I really liked that and I’d like it even more if you did it again.”

Beatrice pops his thumb out of her mouth, the digit glistening with saliva. She doesn’t say anything for a bit, until she finally whispers a “Okay.” with that shy smile he loved so much. Rooster watches her move away from him so he could remove his briefs, kicking them off the bed as Beatrice placed the wine bottle down - and further away from them thinking there wouldn’t be any need for its uses - and settled back between his legs, lying on her stomach.

He breathed in and out heavily, heavy lidded eyes watching her tongue roll out of her mouth to lick a strip from the base to the tip, “Ohhhh fuckin’ Christ–” he furrows his eyebrows, clenching his eyes and rolling his lips into his mouth as a deep groan vibrates on his chest. Beatrice huffs out a soft laugh, kissing his tip before bringing it into her mouth and that was enough for another deep moan to escape the confines of his chest, “Shit, Jesus– fuck your mouth should be illegal.”

She pops him out of his mouth, “Do you want me to stop–”

“No!!” he is quick to say, snapping his eyes open, fearing she would stop but only sighed seeing her smile “Jesus, you– you can be very cruel.” he says, his voice getting higher when she takes him back into her mouth, tongue brushing on the underside. Bradley drops his head back on the pillow, rubbing his face with both hands only to interlace his fingers on top of his head, trying to control his breathing any way he could - he was successful most of the time. “God baby…” he whispers, dropping one of the hands from his head to her hair, caressing her nape “God damn it. God damn it you are so good.”

Beatrice hums happily, the vibrations making a full body shudder dart through him and his fingers grab on the strands just a bit harshly but not enough to hurt her. While he could, he wanted her to suck him off until he was completely spent. There were things he still wanted to do to her, “Baby…” he called softly, his own skin flushing as her head bobbed “Oh God– baby, that’s it.” he had to hold back the best he could but it was getting very hard to focus, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ on a bike, Bea…I,” a relatively deep suck was enough to bring him back to the present and the groan that escapes his throat almost shakes him to his very core, “Yeah, baby, baby, you should– god, Jesus fuck- you should stop for right now.”

She does, pulling him out of her mouth only to kiss his flushed tip sweetly, smiling up at his sweaty and flushed face. She rubs his thigh gently, “You okay?” he huffs out a tired laugh, rubbing his face with both hands and grabbing her own hands to pull her closer. Beatrice just bites her lower lip, trying to hold back her smile when he pushes her down on the bed with her ass up in the air.

“God damn it.” she hears him say, her cheek pressed to the pillow, turning to look over her shoulder at his wonderful, tall muscular body right behind her. His hands caress the globes of her ass, squeezing it gently only to slap the left butt cheek to make her yelp, “Is this okay to you?” Beatrice nods, still looking back at him, “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while too, baby…god your ass is so fucking great.”

She moans softly, playfully wiggling her hips so he could get on with it faster but he was taking his sweet sweet time. She gasped when feeling the tip of his member prod her entrance, her toes curling with anticipation, “God, Brad…” she tried to push back against him so he could enter faster, but he just held her hips back, “Brad!!”

“What? I’m admiring the view.” he teases back, slapping the opposite cheek with his smirk widening, “And it’s a wonderful one.”

She wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer, frustration taking over her nerves until she got an idea, “Brad…tenente Bradshaw.” She hears his sharp intake of air once the words hit his ears, undoubtedly translating in his mind immediately, “Per favore tenente,ti voglio così tanto…non mi vuoi anche tu?” She knew he had no idea what she just said past the ‘lieutenant’, but the way his hands tightened on her hips and his eyes darkened was enough of an answer for her.

Who knew she’d be using Italian for this. Clearly not a single one of her ancestors.

“God damn it.” he growls, aligning himself and then sliding him without much ado, both of them moaning once he fully hilted. She felt drips of sweat falling on her back and sliding all the way down until it reached her hair. Beatrice moans deeply into the pillow, her ass hitting his navel repeatedly since he’s the one controlling the thrusting right now. Which she wasn’t complaining, not one bit, “Fuck, fuck how do you–”

“Ah, tenente…ti piace come mi sento intorno a te?” her cheeks were flaming, she was really dirty talking in Italian back to him, something she’d never do normally, “Perché m-mi piace come ti senti dentro di me…” she had no idea how much her speaking in Italian would affect him, but the way he his hip bones were hitting her ass after every thrust gave her a good indication.

Beatrice moans brokenly, muffling her voice onto the pillow but Rooster isn’t having it, “No,” he grinds the words, “No, keep talkin’, keep talkin’ baby, I want to hear you.” he rubs her asscheeks again, not spanking them this time with his eyes locked on him disappearing and reappearing inside of her. Beatrice moans again, louder this time, her open mouth escaping so she could take deep gulps of air with her hair falling over her eyes, her own hips meeting his thrusts.

“Brad–” she whimpers, clenching the sheets close to her head, her whole body shivering when he suddenly leans forward, pushing her ass down under his weight without stopping the movement of his hips. His warm breath hits her neck and ear, his large hands grabbing hers, sliding under them to interlace their fingers together.

“Say it.” he whispers heavily against her ear, “Talk to me.”

“A-Amore,” his deep groan is more felt than heard, her moans getting louder while his thrusting gets faster, “Brad…ti amo,ti amo tanto…” her gasped response was almost unheard because of how her voice was breathed out, but Rooster heard it, he did. He groans louder against her neck, the slapping sounds of their skin together was almost deafening and her moans were rising in volume signaling she was very close, “Brad!I’m going to cum!!”

“Yeah, you are,” he growls, “Fuckin’ cum baby, give it to me, come on,come on–” her body immediately stills and her scream echoes around the room so loudly he’s sure the walls vibrate. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his own release, burying his face on her neck only to groan deeply and just as loud on her skin, bucking his hips a few more times until he’s completely done.

They stay like that, breathing heavily for a few seconds, Rooster inhaling her sweet lavender scent mixed with sex and sweat, lips pressing butterfly kisses to her throat “Good God.” he chuckles, “This was better than I planned.” he mutters but his only response is a tired ‘mhmm’ from her. He pushes himself to a kneeling position so he could pull out of her, trying to not stare how their conjoined releases come out of her “Baby,” he coos, kissing her lower back, “How are you feeling?”

“Mmmfein foin.” was her muffled reply on the pillow.

“What?”

She lifts her head with some difficulty, “I’m feeling fine.” she repeats clearer now, giving him a little smile, “It was great.”

Rooster grins back at her, “Good, now come on.” he rolls her back so she’s lying down on the bed, sliding his arms under her legs and back, picking her up bridal style, “Shower time!”

“Just shower?”

“Of course, baby.” he whispers, kissing her cheek and taking them both to the bathroom, “Just shower.”

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goodness gracious 40. brb x oc

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“Roos.”

“Yeah,baby?”

She got closer to him on the couch, pressing her chin to his shoulder as he moved the analog on the controller, leading Arthur out of a cave where he found a large amount of gold. After breakfast they decided they could play a few games - with Beatrice winning in MK again, unsurprisingly - before he decided he’d play Red Dead Redemption 2 again, continuing Arthur’s adventure through the wild west. She hummed, parting her lips to speak, “If this sounds…weird you don’t have to answer it…but did you have a lot of girlfriends before me?”

Well, he wasn’t expecting that question but considering she told him about…Eric…he thought it was only fair if she knew about some of his exes too. Which wasn't many if he was honest, “I had two short lived relationships, one during high school with a girl named Emma and another one named Lisa after I joined the Navy…everyone else after that was a hookup.”

Beatrice blinked, supporting her face on the palm of her hand, “You know, Nat and Halo told me that…you always wanted something serious but never found the um…right person.” her cheeks heat up when she says, “Then you met me.”

Rooster knew Nat liked sharing things with people, because she was like that and would do it just for the hell of it, but he never expected her to repeat his very own words to Beatrice. Maybe he should’ve just told his girlfriend instead of Nat, not that what Phoenix did was bad per se, but he’d like those words to come out of his mouth.

He paused the game, setting the controller aside and patted his lap, “C’mere.” she does, settling herself on his lap as he hugs her waist, “Well, Nat can’t keep her mouth shut, much like Hangman, when it comes to you.” Beatrice looks up at him in surprise, “But you know, she isn’t wrong…I mean I didn’t want a relationship, Bea. With what I do? There’s always the chance of–” he hesitates, clearing his throat to gain enough courage, “--of something going wrong.”

Beatrice lowered her eyes, she obviously understood what he meant but didn’t voice it. She meant what she said when she knew what she was getting into when she started crushing on him, she balanced every possibility and even talked to her therapist about the consequences that it could bring even before the two got together. Back then she thought if she thought hard enough about it, her crush on him would disappear which obviously didn’t happen.

“And then I go to the Hard Deck one night and I see the prettiest woman working there.” he says softly, meeting her eyes, “She made me question everything, she made me wonder if I should really not be open to a relationship. All she had to do was look at me with those big green eyes and I was a goner.”

Her face heated up with a blush, smiling sweetly up at him. It was one thing to hear from his friends about his attraction to her, but with him saying that…it just made her whole body feel like there were butterflies inside her veins and her heart.

“But she kept running away from me and I thought maybe I should tread carefully around her,” he gently touches the side of her face, “I really wanted her to look at me and then maybe we could have a chat, maybe I could ask her out… eventually I helped her move an armoire up to her loft, then we talked about Lord of the Rings, she went to a barbecue dressed like a fucking fairy and fell asleep against me when I was asking if she wanted to go out with me.” he frowns a bit, recalling the memory, “Then I found her crying outside the bar and I decided I’d never want to see that again…then I asked her out for real and guess what?”

Beatrice smiles more, going along, “What?”

“She said yes and now I’m dating her.”

Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but she wasn’t complaining at all. She wasn’t used to being flirted with so much while in a relationship, usually a few compliments were to be expected but Rooster always made sure to go all out. That was how he was, he was always so open with his feelings and sometimes her brain couldn’t process it yet.

But she was happy, the happiest she’s been in a long while. “Well, I can say she’s very happy you two are dating.” she giggles, cupping his face in her hands, his cheeks smooth and free of the growing stubble from early morning, “And she’s never felt better.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” he whispers, pressing his lips to hers in a sweet kiss, humming into her mouth when she adjusted herself on his lap in a way that definitely made him more alert in the best way possible.

Bea pulls back with a soft smack, laughing softly when he tries to follow her mouth and she couldn’t help but peck his lips one last time. Her eyes lose a bit of it’s shine for a second and her smile falters, “Can I tell you something?”

Her quiet tone makes him open his eyes to meet her own, “Anything, gorgeous.”

Beatrice chews her lower lip, running her fingers on the collar of his sleeping shirt before she sighs, “...After I broke up with Eric, I had a breakdown. I…never told anyone, not even Shells about it because I didn’t want to be a bother. I considered calling him and asking if we could go back together because I didn’t think–” she clenched her jaw, narrowing her eyes at her own hands, “I didn’t think…I’d be able to find anyone else. I was happy to be done with him…but I was so scared of opening up again. You know? Why would I do that if the outcome would be the same?”

She was trying so hard not to cry, trying to ignore the burning behind her eyes and the subtle headache she’d always get from holding back tears, “When I figured out my crush on you…I…I didn’t know what to do. I remember going home and having to sit in the corner of my room dialing my therapist in the middle of the night because I was terrified…add that to my own demons and thoughts and I couldn’t really focus for too long.”

“Baby…”

“I know, Roos.” she says softly, “And then I just… I told you how nervous I got and my own overthinking got the best of me… I guess it’s–I guess now I finally understand that we are together. Like, together together. And you want to be with me and you think I’m pretty and-.” she sniffles a bit, quickly wiping below her eyes before the tear makes its way down her face, “And you love me and-and you aren’t ashamed of me.”

When her voice cracks when she says he’s not ashamed of her, Rooster frowns and hugs her tightly, bringing her to his chest and touching the back of her head. She’s still sniffling and he feels something wet seeping through his shirt, his heart clenches just like the time he saw her crying outside the Hard Deck.

There’s also a new level of fury coming to the surface. He hated Eric before but now he absolutely loathed the guy for putting shit into her head like that. He couldn’t understand how someone, how a human being, could look at Beatrice and see her as less than nothing , that’d put her so low and would make her doubt herself so much she’d have breakdowns while thinking about meeting someone else.

She didn’t deserve what she went through but no one went into details of how bad it was because, honestly, that’s something she’d have to share with others herself. Beatrice went through so much for such a good chunk of her life and she never wanted to share with anyone in fear she’d be a burden to others. She always kept it in, put it on a mask and hoped hard it wouldn’t crack so people wouldn’t question her about it.

Bradley buries his nose in her lavender scented hair, closing his eyes as he breathes in while keeping her against his chest. She wasn’t crying, but she hasn’t moved much since he brought her close, her back rising and falling with calming breaths. He presses a kiss to her scalp, “Baby.” he calls against the skin, feeling her head move then look up at him.

While her eyes were shining with tears and there was a bit of redness around her eyes and upper cheeks, she wasn’t crying anymore. She wipes her eyes one more time with the sleeve of the hoodie, clearing her throat “I’m okay.” she says quietly, giving him a small smile, “I’m okay.”

He removed the hand that was holding her thigh close so he could rub the side of her face, swiping his thumb under her eye to wipe any moisture that was left. “Are you sure?” she nods, still smiling, “I’m sorry you had to go through that, Bea. I really am.” her eyes drop to her hands and she shrugs, playing with a loose string that was coming out of the cuff. He knew she was trying to hide her emotions with a smile, so he cupped her chin to make her turn to him, “Bea. Don’t hide it anymore, you don’t have to. Okay? You always tell me to not keep stuff in if it bothers me. Don’t do the same.”

Beatrice’s lips part in a silent gasp, looking at him with her green irises shimmering with more tears that dared to fall. But she closed her eyes, swallowed harshly and nodded, “Okay. I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” she replies quietly, this time her smile reaches her eyes when she opens them, shining with everything but tears. Bradley smiles back, pressing his lips to the top of her head before patting his chest and telling her to be comfortable. She laughs softly, curling her body a bit more on his lap so she’d be partially facing the tv while he grabbed the controller that he had dropped to the side.

Hearing Bradley’s heart thumping repeatedly made her relax more than before, her eyes slipping shut with a smile on her face, her cheeks heating up pleasantly as she thought about everything that happened in these past months.

She didn’t have to hide anymore, she didn’t have to fear anymore.

For the first time in her life she felt truly free.

Beatrice watched him move Arthur around New Hanover, muttering a quiet ‘sorry’ to whatever animal he had to kill and bring to camp - which she found adorable -, then hunting down people for money before he decided to take pictures around since that game was so pretty. It was then that she noticed something.

“Brad.” he hums in question, turning Arthur towards the camera and giving her a clear view of his face, “You made Arthur look like you. Did you notice that?”

Bradley stops moving the analog, he too was looking right back at the virtual cowboy. He turns Arthur this way and that, even the hairstyle was similar, faded at the sides, “...I mean, he looks great.” he says with emphasis, making Beatrice laugh softly against his chest “Don’t he? Gonna get all the ladies around these parts.”

Beatrice snorts gently as Bradley moves Arthur back to the Clydesdale, taking him away from the area he was exploring. She crosses her arms over her bust while watching him play, enjoying this time together before she moves her eyes to her abandoned phone on the coffee table.

She reaches for it, feeling one of his hands holding her waist in case she nears a fall, grabs it, then leans back on his chest. She doesn’t see Rooster flitting his eyes down to the screen, his lips quirking up when he sees her background is also a picture of them together before she checks her messages.

He trails his gaze away once she opens the app, choosing to give her some privacy even if he did worry about certain things that were happening. Beatrice hums a little song, typing back a message to her mother and to the girls’ group chat, they all think it’s just spam accounts trying to gain followers back, but Evelyn says it’s still suspicious. She tells Beatrice that if it happens again for her to send them the actual account before blocking it because Carmen could check it out since she was so good with computers.

Bea asked if she thought there was something off about it and Evelyn just replied with a ‘maybe’, but they had to check a bit more. That made Beatrice furrow her eyebrows, asking Evelyn what she meant. Her friend took a few minutes to reply but when she did she just said ‘It’s just a feeling’.

She couldn’t say exactly what it was that Evelyn was talking about but she couldn’t get it out of her head how she said it was a feeling. A feeling of what? Maybe she just said that so they could figure out who it is and then block the main account itself? That sort of feeling? Beatrice thanked them all again, then asked Evelyn if she went out with Jake again since she didn’t reply the first time…the moment she did ask her icon disappeared from the group chat.

Maybe she should just ask Shells about it since Evelyn is just refusing to say if it happened or not.

“Roos.”

“Yeah?”

Beatrice chuckles softly as his tone, looking back at him as he squirts a good amount of shampoo in his hand, “You know I think I can bathe by myself now. I’ve washed my hair before.” she smiles, biting her lower lip when he just sends her a look and sets the lavender shampoo aside. Since her hair was already wet, he just had to smear the pearlescent lilac liquid on her head.

He purses his lips, bringing her closer in between his legs, “Well, I mean we both have to take baths and since I’m here.” he rubs the shampoo on her hair, chuckling at her surprised yelp when the cold viscous liquid touched her scalp, the purplish white foam taking over as he moves his fingers through her tresses “I don’t see why not.”

Beatrice just hums happily, Bradley truly had magic fingers, she didn’t know how but it was like she was getting a full blown scalp massage. And he was so careful too, making sure the foam doesn’t reach her eyes, gently untangling her hair with his fingers while squeezing the moisture out. “You are not bad at this.” she comments, tilting her head to the side so he can reach the hair on her nape.

“I am pretty good with my fingers.” he smirks, “As you recall.” her cheeks and upper body turned red, her lip rolling into her mouth to bite it gently as she did remember how good he was with his fingers indeed. He pours clean water over her hair using the shower head, squeezing the shampoo out, then repeating a few more times until it’s squeaky clean.

She moves her gaze over her shoulder to where her wet hair was plastered against her back, picking some of the wet strands in between her fingers so she could have a closer look. She looks back at him, seeing his pleased little smile and grinning herself, “You did great.” she says, moving backwards to lean against his chest, his arms wrapping around her shoulders, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, pretty girl.” he replies, kissing her temple, then her cheek, then smiling against her mouth when she tilts her head up towards him. He was getting so used to the smell of lavender he didn’t even mind having it all over himself after showering or after bathing. It smelled like her and it’d be like that for a while.

Having her in his apartment, well her and Jolene, was probably one of the best ideas he’s had in a long time. He spent fourteen days with her and he loved every second of it, so asking her to stay with him after she hurt herself seemed a good thing to do. She’s been healing, they’ve been spending time together and he was proud at how he was able to control himself. It’s been hard, but cold showers are good for that reason. He just wants her to heal, that’s all.

He pulls back from the kiss to prop his chin on the curve of her shoulder, his hands rubbing up and down her arms and looking at the small yet colorful tattoos on them. “What was the first tatoo you had done?”

Beatrice blinks, looking back at him then at her arms, holding the one with the Hobbit quote for him to see, “This one.” she says, twisting her arm so he could see it better “I did this arm first then the other one, I wanted small tattoos first. And I still want more, I want to talk to Taboo and check if she has the time for me.”

“Taboo?”

“She’s my tattoo artist.” she grins, “She used to date one of our classmates in college, we met at graduation. She’s the one who’s been doing my tattoos.”

“Any idea which one will be the next one?” he asks, following the thin lines of the little snake by her wrist.

“...I think I’ll do the Litany Against Fear, but just the first lines. It’s a long quote.” she looks back at him who just looks confused, “ ‘I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.I will face my fear.I will permit it to pass over me and through me.And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.’ It’s from Dune. "

He arches his eyebrows while blinking his eyes, “The fact you said all that without even pausing to think is amazing to me.” She laughs softly, rubbing his hand, “But it’s an amazing quote.” he noticed how some of the quotes and things she liked were about facing fear or facing the darkness to step into the light. Considering everything she’s been through, he wondered if she noticed how that applied to her life.

“If you want,” she tilts her head back to look up at him, “I can talk to her about your tattoo too?”

“I don’t even know what I’d tattoo.”

“Well, she can help you.” Bea smiles, “You did mention you wanted one inside your arm.” she turns around to fold her arms over his chest and press her chin on top, narrowing her eyes, “Unless you were just showing off and you didn’t want a tattoo at all.” Rooster looked down at her, his smirk slowly widening and she playfully splashed him with bath water, “You were showing off!”

Sputtering out the water that got into his mouth, he laughed quietly like a boy who just got caught in a prank, wiping his face with the back of his arm. “Maybe I was a little.” she splashes him again, her face red as a ripe tomato and he coughs up another laugh, squeezing her cheeks with his hand when she jutted out her lower lip, “Okay, no pouting,” he presses his lips to hers, pressing quick pecks to her mouth “No pouting, I was showing off just a bit but I still want a tattoo.”

Bea just narrowed her eyes even more, not believing him. “I swear,” he says, holding up his hand with three fingers close together “Scout’s Honor.”

“You were a scout?”

“For two months, then I got bored and my mom took me out, but that’s not my point.” he laughs, “I do want one, but I’m not sure what it could be. I want the first one to be special, like yours was.” he nods to her arm to where the Hobbit tattoo was, “I’d hate to regret it later in life.”

Beatrice stares at him, a flicker of an idea in the back of her mind, dropping her gaze to the side where a group of bubbles slowly drifted by her arm as she thought. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again only to clack shut one more time. She shouldn’t…say it, maybe it was a bad idea? What if it was? “...well…” she chews the corner of her mouth, “Why don’t you…get one done to represent your parents?”

She feels the silence like it’s a thick blanket surrounding them, immediately regretting her words and trying feebly to reel them back in, but Bradley just stared at her. His eyes unreadable and his lips closed, face completely neutral of anything that could give her a sign of any emotion. She thought he’d get out of the bath, probably needed some time alone…but then his shoulders relaxed and his jaw clenched as he looked to the side, “...I like that idea.”

Beatrice blinked in surprise, “You…you do?” he nods silently, “Oh. I thought…well,I’m glad you like it.”

“Yeah,I think I can…figure something out. Maybe I could look at the photo albums and see if I can come up with something.'' After his mother passed and he transferred to California post TOPGUN, he brought a lot of things he had saved up in his old place. Including some old albums his mother would keep in her dresser. He looks down for a bit longer, then meets her eyes, “Can you help me?” his voice was so quiet when he asked, a complete contrast to his usual tone.

Beatrice could feel how hard it’d be for him, so she nodded, “Of course, Brad.” she moves closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling when he hugs her waist, their wet chests touching and the smell of lavender gets even stronger, “You can count on me.”

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goodness gracious 29. brb x oc

a/n: this chapter went everywhere three times before I wrote this version down. Also, when I found out that a+ man beef Bradley Bradshaw speaks Spanish I love my fucking mind.

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: mentions of Carole's disease, Bradley deals with a lot of shit :(, Bea worries a lot.

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“BALL!”

Beatrice quickly snatched her head towards the direction of the said ball, cupping her hands together to toss it over the net, hitting the opposite side with a slam. It’s their first day of practice, their team of six separated into three so they’d play against each other in this empty open gym.

She didn’t know how Evelyn did it, maybe her parents helped her out a bit - not that she’d ask her about it - on keeping it vacant until they were done. Beatrice,Shells and Carmen were together, while Evelyn, Eliza and Jennifer were the opposing ‘team.’ Beatrice now remembered why Evelyn was team captain, denying as she might, she had the presence of a Navy Vice-Admiral within herself. She commanded the court without ever raising her voice and her firm stares were enough to understand where everyone was doing something wrong.

She was serious about this game, just like she was with everything else, with an eagle’s focus on doing a good job no matter what. Beatrice admired that so much, she wished she could have just the smidge of confidence Evelyn had for certain situations. She was still nervous about this game, nervous about the other team, nervous about letting people down.

Evelyn didn’t tell them much about who they’d be playing up against only that they are a professional team. She didn’t prod Evelyn either, she knew that the other woman would share information with the others when she felt like it. They stopped the practice a few times whenever Evelyn commented how their poses were off or if their set wasn’t strong enough.

It was intense but it had a good reason to be. “Alright,” Evelyn says after they’ve been practicing for one whole hour, “Water break guys.” She keeps the ball next to her side, following the other women as they sit on the benches close to the water cooler. They were sweating and panting like dogs, it’s been a while since they had such a strenuous workout like that. Even if she and Shells had Tiff’s class, their bodies got used to it now but when it came to volleyball their joints just screamed from time to time thanks to disuse.

Carmen was the first to break the silence when the others were still drinking water, “Hey Ev, what can you tell us about this other team?” she asks, her bright pink hair pulled up in a ponytail with some strands sticking to her temples and forehead.

Evelyn thought about it, bringing the water to her lips to take a sip, “They are ‘professional’,” she air quoted, “As in they were part of regional championships but had…certain issues.”

“Issues?” Eliza asks, her hazel eyes shining with worry, “What issues?”

“Temperamental issues.” She says, “They are a bit over the top and think they are great. I actually met their team captain back when Prof.Richards told me and she is…” Evelyn’s face grimaces for a second, “...something else.”

Jennifer, the youngest of them all at the age of twenty three, scratched her hair underneath the headband with a frown, “So they won’t make this easy on us.”

“Nope, doesn’t help they are all clearly younger than we are.” Evelyn says, “They are eighteen to nineteen at best, the captain actually called me old timer.” The collective gasp of surprise and disgust echoed around the empty gym, but this was Evelyn and Evelyn always had a comeback, “So I just told her to fix her diapers before talking to me and I don’t think she appreciated it.”

They laughed together, but Beatrice furrowed her eyebrows with worry with her chuckle faltering into silence, squeezing the edges of the bench they were seated with a frown, “They will come at us with a vengeance.” she whispers, “You said they had temperamental issues, they’ll definitely throw insults at us…or worse.”

“I’d like to see them try and pick a fight with us,” Shells laughed, “I know karate, I can put them down in seconds.”

They all stared at the blonde with confused glances, Carmen arching one eyebrow “Weren’t you like eight years old when you left karate class?”

“I still know the basics!”

Evelyn frowns, holding up a hand to stop the conversation, “We are not going to beat anyone up.” Shells deflated with a scowl, crossing her arms over her bust, “This is for charity, we are just doing this because Professor Richards was one of the nicest people while we were in college, this is just a favor to him.”

The other girls quietly nodded, Shells muttering a ‘this is some bullshit’ under her breath before they got back to practice. She couldn’t say if it was because Evelyn explained the opposite team would be younger than they were or because they got a bit pissed about the captain calling Evelyn an old timer - which was messed up since her and Beatrice are both twenty nine, so she took offense to it as well- but they were a lot better than one hour ago.

Fire in their eyes as they tossed the ball back and forth, no score in mind, but Beatrice’s side definitely won according to Shells. Their time was up when they heard people wandering inside, quickly grabbing their things to get out of there and give them space while still regaining their breathing.

Beatrice stepped out and immediately smiled, seeing the Blue Bronco parked not too far from there with Bradley leaning on the hood with his hands on his pockets. He tilted his head in her direction when he heard the sound of voices, smirking as he pushed his lower back off the hood, “Who’s that?” she heard Carmen ask, watching Beatrice speed up her step to meet Bradley halfway, “Wait, that’s Bea’s boyfriend??”

“We told you she was dating,” Shells added, trying to hold back a snicker when the three other women just stared wide eyed, “Why the shock?”

“God, good for her,”Eliza commented, “She deserves someone better than that prick.”

“He’s really tall,” Jennifer whispers, still staring at Bradley and Beatrice, “And big,where did Bea find him anyway??”

“At the Hard Deck, he’s an aviator.” Evelyn said, she knew the three women had no malice in their questioning and no second guesses if Beatrice deserved Bradley or not. They were just genuinely surprised, and happy, that Beatrice had someone. “You guys know she’s working there.”

“I mean, yes,” Eliza adds, “But wow, what does the Navy give their pilots? I expected them to be…I don't know, skinnier.”

Meanwhile, Beatrice leaned up to kiss his lips with a little smile, completely oblivious to her friends chatting a bit farther from them, “Hey, gorgeous,” he coos, “How was practice?”

“It was fine!’ she replies with a smile, “I’m a bit sore but it’s okay, I just need to get used to it again.” She turns her head to where her friends were, seeing they were all in a circle talking amongst themselves Evelyn looks back at Bea, giving her a smile and a ‘go on’ motion with her hand, signaling she didn’t have to stay. The brunette nods, waving them all goodbye as Bradley takes her bag from her hands, tossing it on the backseat before they get inside.

Beatrice sighs, frowning at how sticky she is thanks to sweat, pulling her ponytail up into a bun to cool her neck a bit more. When he drives them away from the open gym, his eyes dart to the left with a furrow of his brows. He didn’t know if he was seeing things, but he was sure he saw the same red truck from the supermarket back on Halloween on the opposite side of the street, parked with its windows up.

Something inside of him made him keep his eyes on the truck by the rear view mirror until it disappeared. Now, he could be very wrong and it was just a coincidence that a similar truck was parked close to an area where Beatrice would be, but the back of his mind told him to keep that truck’s memory fresh in case he’d need to. Again he chose to not tell Beatrice, not yet at least, seeing it would only make her feel nervous about coming back.

He couldn’t see the plate numbers from where he was, but he noticed there was a bulldog decal glued to the trunk, a simple white one of a bulldog growling at the viewer. Bradley moved his gaze away when they were far enough, trying to shake the uneasy feeling when Beatrice talked to him about the game and the team they’d go against. There was a pang in his heart when she said the other team called Evelyn, a twenty nine years old, an old timer. “Ouch,” he touches his chest, “What does that make me then?”

“They were just stooping low, Roos,” she says, laughing at him, “The girl wanted a reaction out of Ev and she just told her to change her diapers before talking shit.And if I’m completely honest you look nothing like your age.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean, Leo is one year older than you and he had a bit of a breakdown when I told him how old you were.” she says, shrugging, “So you look a lot younger than you are.”

Rooster chuckled, puffing his chest as the words hit his ears, straightening himself on the seat. That was an ego booster if he ever saw one, he couldn’t lie. He had a giddy smile on his lips as he repeated the words over and over in his head, “I’m flattered.” he says, dropping one of his big hands from the wheel to her thigh, rubbing the fabric of her leggings as he drove them away.

After taking a quick shower once she got home, she couldn’t help but take a good look at her bare reflection. Normally she wouldn’t do that, but she’s been noticing how easier it has become after a few months, having someone like Bradley being so…interested, certainly helped.

He called her a goddess. Never would Beatrice describe herself as one, she could call herself pretty, but a goddess? Her damp hair framed her face, water droplets sliding down her neck to the valley of her breasts, disappearing on the curve of her stomach. While she hasn’t changed much physically - she still had her soft stomach and hips- Tiff’s class certainly gave her more muscles than she thought it would.

Her thighs were firmer now as did her arms, but she still remained the same as she was even before she joined. Beatrice bit her lower lip, running her fingers to a fading hickey on the side of her neck, twisting her body and seeing that the one on her left buttcheek was disappearing as well.

She smiled however, even if her cheeks reddened with the memories of these past days or how Rooster decided he’d spend most of his leave with her, in her house, even bringing some of his stuff to sleep in. And he loved her. He loved her without any shame within himself. She cupped her own cheeks, feeling the warm flesh touch her cooling palms, closing her eyes with a smile.

It was a dream come true. Something people said a girl like her would never get unless she changed her body. But he got interested in her, with her body like this! God and he was so, dare she say it, insatiable in a way she had never had someone feel for her before. It’s the way he’d rake his eyes down her body, or how he’d kiss her neck or how he’d pick her up in his arms during love making. When he talked to her before they went to the wedding, about how he didn’t want her to doubt herself around him, she was surprised she didn’t cry.

Maybe that’s why the confession came out like it did, from both of them, she felt so relieved and happy with him. She wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world. With one final smile at her reflection, she slipped on dark jeans, a white t-shirt and a red and green flannel before she walked out towards the stairs.

She blinked in surprise seeing him at the bottom of the stairs, supporting himself on the railing and smiling up at her, “I’m sorry,” she said softly while her feet padded down the steps, “Did I take too long?”

“No, I just wanted to be here when you walked out.” he says with a grin, letting go of the railing to pick her up, supporting her ass on his arms and carrying her down the rest of the way. She laughed, holding herself upright by hugging his neck, thanking him once he put her down, “You look very comfortable.”

Beatrice smiled, the sleeves of her flannel fell over her hands - just how she liked it - before she pulled the sleeves up to run her hand through her hair, “I am. I really needed a shower, especially after today.”

Rooster followed her to her kitchen, where she opened a cabinet to pick up a glass and fill it with water. Beatrice blinked, seeing he was just leaning against the wall, staring at her in silence, “What?” she asks with a confused smile, watching him shake his head with a little grin.

“I just like looking at you.” he murmurs, loving how her cheeks immediately redden and she picks up her glass of water, “Because you are just so pretty.”

“Oh my God, stop.” she giggles, looking away from him only for Rooster to step behind her, tugging her close to himself from behind. She looks up at him with her lashes fluttering, “You just like making me blush.”

“That I do, I won’t deny it.” He finishes his sentence by pressing a noisy kiss to her lips, “You still up for going out?”

Beatrice smiled brightly, “Yes! I haven’t been to an amusement park in years!” she says, when he suggested the two of them went earlier that morning she couldn’t hide her excitement. She always loved amusement parks, it was always so fun for her…also when you have a large family, it’s good to have options of what to do when it comes to entertainment.

Truth is, neither had he and while he had a bit of a distaste when it came to clowns, he couldn’t help but think that’d be a good time for them to spend together. Plus, it was Wednesday, so it wouldn't have a lot of people.

There were a lot of people.

Rooster and Beatrice watched with wide eyes as the crowd moved about the amusement park. While not a huge park, it still had attractions that called people’s attention like roller coasters and a ferris wheel and several stands with food or prizes.

Beatrice pursed her lips, her hand clasped to his as she looked at the people walking by through her sunglasses, “Well,” she begins, “It’s not so bad, right?”

“It’s not, no,” he says, leading the two ahead. He really thought that there would be less people, if not because it was the middle of the week, because the weather was getting colder. But alas, neither of those prevented people from coming. “Where do you want to go first?”

“I don’t mind!” she smiles, getting closer to him “Let’s just walk around a bit.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says, bringing her closer to him to press a kiss to her scalp, his arm draped over her shoulders as her fingers played with his. Sure there were a lot of things to do and games to play, but they weren’t in a hurry.

He had a fourteen days leave and god damn it he’d enjoy it however he pleased. And if he wanted to spend it at an amusement park with his girlfriend, he’d do so. He did however flinch when he saw a clown giving balloons to kids not too far from them, subtly trying to avoid the colorful man and hoping Bea wouldn’t notice, but she did, turning her head up to him, “You don’t like clowns?”

Bradley just kept the clown within his line of vision, memories of when he was a little boy and had the unfortunate luck of finding the It miniseries by accident. He had never really recovered from the fear, even if it was small now, part of him was still hesitant about approaching the jolly entertainers, “Not really.”

Beatrice smiled, hugging his torso, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” she says, leaning up to kiss the curve of his jawline but didn’t stop walking when he turned them away from the clown, going farther and farther until the man disappeared from their view.

He smiles, kissing her scalp one more time,“Going to protect me from harm, are you?” he joked, but he didn’t expect Beatrice to look at him right in the eyes with her face firm, telling she’d always try her best to. God he loved her so much.

But her attention went somewhere else, her head tilting up when she saw they were approaching the ferris wheel, “Oh wow!” she says, stepping closer to the silver and blue ride “It’s huge! Can we go? The ferris wheel was always my favorite ride!”

Bradley just nodded with a smile, that only got wider when they got in line and she kept looking up. There was something about Beatrice being so excited about stuff that warmed his heart a lot, it was so endearingly genuine, like she wanted to enjoy every second of it no matter how mundane it’d be.

They entered one of the round cabins, sitting next to each other, with Beatrice immediately looking behind her to watch the wheel move up as she lifted the sunglasses to her hairline. “I love this.” she whispers, sitting on her knees as they get even higher, her happy gasp when they could see the horizon - the blue turning into purples and pinks as the sun went down - was one of his favorite sounds, “It’s like we are flying….I-I mean, not that we are– you know how it is to fly, I just mean we are very high.”

“I know gorgeous,” he says, leaning back on the seat to look down to the ground, where the people turned into moving colorful dots the higher they got, hooking his sunglasses on the collar of his white tee. Their cabin stopped on top of the wheel, “Why is this your favorite ride?”

Beatrice is still looking ahead when she says it, a wistful smile on her face, “I dunno, I just like this a lot. I was never one for roller coasters or intense rides like that…me and my nonna would come to the ferris wheel and just spend time here quite often.” she giggles, “Sometimes we’d try to sneak back in line to go again, but never really worked.”

“You two seemed very close.”

Beatrice’s smile dimmed and she sat back down on the soft pleather covered seats as she looked at him, “We were.” she says quietly, “I don’t know, she had a very young soul and always said to live life to the fullest. One time, she picked me up from school and took me to a spa.” she chuckles softly, reminiscing, “Then we went out for ice cream and she brought me home past curfew time. She did tell my parents, but they thought I was with her at her book club.”

Bradley’s own gaze softened when her voice lowered volume, he could identify the pain in her eyes easily when talking about her nonna. “When I was a kid,” he begins, startling her out of her sad thoughts, “My mom and I used to go on the bumper cars. It was dingy, clearly dangerous and there was rust everywhere, but it was so fun. We’d always use the blue car because it was my favorite color.”

Now it was her time to soften her gaze at him, smiling sweetly, “She sounds amazing,” she whispers, “She seemed to be a lot of fun.”

Bradley smiles, “She was.” but then inhaled sharply, scratching his jaw - he still remembered the last image of his mother was of her lying on the couch watching tv - “It’s been…a few years since she passed.” he got home and she wasn’t moving anymore, he couldn’t even call the ambulance with how much his hands were shaking.

Mav? He couldn’t call Mav. He was alone now, God he was so alone. He was alone and scared and he wanted his mother back and his father and Mav– a soft touch made him snap out of his thoughts, Beatrice’s thumb rubbing his cheek.

She just looked at him with an worried gaze, before she engulfed him in a hug, pressing his face to her shoulder while her hand caressed the back of his head, “It’s okay Brad,” she whispers and he feels his shoulders easing the shuddering and his own breathing calming down, “It’s okay.”

He hadn’t even noticed he was shaking, nor that he was breathing hard, nor that there were tears coming out of his eyes. He just wrapped his arms around Bea’s waist, clenching his eyes shut tight while trying to calm down. He was reminded of how Beatrice told him he made her feel safe and… he noticed that she made him feel safe too. Normally he’d go through these moments alone, in his room, sometimes in his office because he didn’t want anyone to know it, but it felt so good to have her with him.

His heartbeat slowed down and his mind drained out the dark thoughts of what he could’ve done, what he should’ve done, why wasn’t he faster and why hadn’t he paid more attention when she started showing symptoms. His mind only had the soft shushing of her voice and the smell of lavender. She kept caressing his hair, gently combing the golden-brown strands with her fingers, the soft fabric of her flannel shirt reminding him of a blanket with how soft it was, “It’s okay,” she repeated, “You are okay.”

He was okay. He wasn’t alone anymore.

Bradley inhales her perfume one last time before he pulls his head up, his hand coming up to wipe his eyes but she’s faster. She brings the sleeve up to her hand, gently dabbing the tears away from his cheeks “I’m sorry,” she says “I shouldn’t have brought it up.” he’s shaking his head but she continues, ‘I-I didn’t mean to-”

“Bea, stop,” he holds her hand, sniffling to himself, “You don’t–don’t have to apologize. You really don’t.”

“But–”

“No, no,” he sighs, “You couldn’t have known this would happen.” she still looks worried, her own eyes shining with tears as she fidgets with the ends of her now damp sleeve, “Bea…look at me,” she does with much hesitance, her eyebrows curved downwards and big green eyes glazed, “I’m serious, I’m not mad at you…I…” his own words felt stuck to his throat, so he tried to regain his thinking process, “...I’m usually alone when this happens.”

“Alone?” Beatrice frowns, “Brad…”

“I know,” he chuckles sadly, leaning back against the seat and rubbing his hand over his face, “Yeah…fucking sucks. But it’s not your fault, it really isn’t, okay? I know you didn’t mean to…I just remembered a lot of stuff I hadn’t thought about in a while.”

She still didn’t seem convinced if her expression was any giveaway, pushing herself away from him with a deeper frown. Bradley knew, he knew she was beating herself for what happened and overthinking on how that would affect how he saw her.”Gorgeous,” she says nothing, nor moves, “Gorgeous look at me.” she shakes her head, biting her lower lip hard with her fingers clenched together so tight he could see them turning pale. “Bea,” he scoots closer, grabbing her clenched hands in his, rubbing her fingers to bring the circulation back, “Bea, I am not mad at you.”

She gives him a suspicious side glance, “I’m not, I swear.” he brings her hands to his lips, kissing her soft skin before he places her hands on his cheeks just like she does on her own. He keeps her hands there, noticing how her shoulders slowly relaxed and her worried gaze moved back to him.

“...are you sure?’ she asks quietly, looking at him by the corner of her eye.

“I am very sure.” he says, still keeping her hands on his cheeks, “You didn’t know, you made an innocent comment.”

Beatrice looked away from him then returned her gaze, “...okay…” she murmurs, “If…if you are sure…” Bea said quietly, their bodies jolting a bit when the cabin finally moved back down. He stepped out first when they reached the bottom, offering her his hand to which she hesitantly took, keeping her eyes on her shoes or around herself.

Stupid girl, stupid girl…tsk tsk tsk. Can’t you keep your fucking mouth shut? You’ll lose him, you’ll lose him forever now. You did it.

Beatrice closed her eyes briefly, letting Rooster guide them through the crowd as she tried to calm herself down now. She hated thinking that her words triggered something out of him, even if it wasn’t intentional, she didn’t want to repeat it. Blinking her eyes open, her vision sharpening to her surroundings, she noticed they had stopped walking and Bradley was looking at her, “...I’m fine!”

“You are blaming yourself.” he says softly, “For something that wasn’t your fault.”

She tries to reply but she’s only able to move her mouth without words coming out, her fingers digging on the fabric of her flannel shirt before she just nodded mutely. She didn’t agree it wasn’t her fault, but she did agree she was blaming herself.

Bradley sighs, taking her to the side of the Haunted House, leaning against the green and purple walls with his hand still holding hers, “I’m serious when I said I wasn’t mad.” she chewed her lower lip again, “I haven’t talked about my mom for a while, you couldn’t have known.”

“But I should–”

“Be careful?” he suggests, “When talking about my mom? I don’t want you to do that, Bea.” she frowns, looking at their joined hands instead of his brown eyes, “I like talking about her, I love talking about her and I wouldn’t want anything more than to talk about her with you.” he got closer to Beatrice, wrapping his arms around her in a hug, her closed fists pressed against his chest as she stood immobile, “You are my girl, you are the woman I love…I’d want to share about her with no one else but you.”

Beatrice made a sound against his chest, then tilted her head up to look at him, looking to where one of her fingers was following the leaves design on his shirt. “...okay, Brad.”

“Okay?” he arched one eyebrow, “For real this time?”

“For real.” She looks up at him with a tiny smile, making him sigh out in relief, kissing the top of her head before he pulls back from the hug. She does feel a bit better, the angry gremlin like voice in the back of her head disappearing until there wasn’t anything else. He brings her close to his side, regaining the same position from when they got to the park a few minutes ago.

The sun was setting and the families in the park were switched now by couples and groups of young adults. The temperature also dropped, making Bea snuggle closer to Bradley and then blink up at him, “How are you not cold?” she asks, looking at his short sleeved Hawaiian shirt, with surprise.

“Well, someone called me very hot once, as I recall.” he says, smirking down at her and her blooming red cheeks, “So I don’t care much for cold.” Bradley leans down to kiss her head yet again, his free hand sliding into his front pocket as they walk without any hurry through the rest of the amusement park.

Neither of them felt like going to the other rides, honestly they were just happy to walk around. With what happened earlier now in the back of their minds, they thought about enjoying the night before it got too cold for them to stay out.

However, they did have a lot of fun at the games of skill, with Beatrice winning a large elephant plush she’d definitely give to Bianca and Bradley winning Beatrice glowing rings that would run out of battery the second they stepped out of the park. But she did kiss him in thanks either way.

Now they were both sitting on the hood of his car, sharing a huge pink cotton candy as they watched the people walk into the park they were minutes ago. She let the sugar melt in her tongue before speaking, “You know what was my favorite park food?” he rips another piece of the cotton candy with a questioning sound, “Candy apples, not caramel apples. The red ones with the sugar layer around them.”

“You mean the fucking rocks that taste like apples and are meant to break your teeth?” he laughs, then slaps his hand over his heart. “Also, ow? How the hell do you think they are better than caramel apples?”

“I mean, caramel apples are nice,” she smiles at his offended ‘nice??’, eating another piece of the artificially colored sugar cloud “But they lack the crunch.”

“You can put literally anything on a caramel apple to make it crunchy.”

“Sure but then you lose the taste of caramel.”

Bradley huffs, ripping a huge chunk of cotton candy and shoving it into his mouth, “Caramel apples are far superior babe. I’m sorry, but I’ll have to greatly disagree with you.”

Beatrice giggled, bumping his shoulder playfully before offering more of the sweet treat, “We’ll agree to disagree then.” She taps the heels of her boots together as they sit there, tilting her head up to the sky to see the stars glinting above their heads. Once they are done with the cotton candy, Bradley tosses it on the trash can as if it was a basketball. The stick flips in the air before landing inside with a metallic ‘twang’ and her boyfriend fist pumps at the victory.

Beatrice’s smile widens as she tilts her head at him, moving closer so there was no space between them. He lowers his arm so it lands on the expanse of her thigh and his head turns so he kisses her forehead, his mustache tickling her scalp when he does so, “You know, I noticed we had dessert before dinner.”

“Would cotton candy even be considered dessert?”

He tilts his head to the side, “True…caramel apples would be considered dessert since they are so much better than candy apples.” he purses his lips with a smile, giving her an amused look.

“...I’ll ignore what you said so I can ask you if you want to have dinner.” she giggles, “Do you want to have dinner?”

“Hell yeah,” he pushes himself off the hood, then turns around to pick her up by the waist and lift her up before she could do it herself, “I’m feeling…tacos.”

“Tacos?”

“Quesabirria tacos to be exact.” he says with a grin, “They are so fucking good. There’s a food truck that has the best quesabirria tacos I’ve had in ages. Ooh, or al pastor too. Maybe some chicharrón too if I feel like it.”

Beatrice blinks at him with a confused smile, “That was the smoothest Spanish I’ve heard.”

Bradley grins, “Cariño, hablo español.” he says with a shrug, enjoying how Beatrice stared at him with wide eyes and her face turning a violent shade of red, “¿Qué? Soy un hombre lleno de sorpresas mi amor.” he leaned down to press a kiss to her parted lips, his poor girlfriend looking like she forgot how to speak, “Come on babe, do you want tacos or not?”

Beatrice blinked her shock away, then followed Brad inside the Bronco still digesting her boyfriend spoke Spanish as fluently as if he was a native speaker.

He was indeed full of surprises.

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Beatrice found out, on the drive back home from the hotel, that Bradley really liked video games but he hadn’t had the time to play any for a long time. She questioned him if he had any console or pc he could play any with, he sheepishly said he had a ps4 hidden somewhere in his apartment that he never really used.

Now, Beatrice loved video games but she was more of a pc kinda gal than a console one. She questioned him what sort of games he liked and he shrugged with the response of “Any but Aviation Simulator.” with a silly chuckle since he was so proud of his joke. She kept that information in her brain all the way back, during helping Penny and Shells at the bar and once she was inside his apartment.

She questioned him where his playstation would be hiding at, to which he just stared at her for a couple seconds, then muttered a less than convincing “In the closet.” Even if it wasn’t there, she was determined to find it. She opened his closet, rummaged through the colorful fabrics of his Hawaiian shirts before using the built in drawers as a ladder, checking the upper compartment where a bunch of boxes were.

Tucked in the corner she saw the blue and white box, letting out a triumphant sound as she tugged it forward, dropping down to the ground with it in her hands, “There you go.” she smiles, handing him the box “Let’s plug it in!”

Rooster followed her to his living room with a chuckle, “You seem more excited than me when I got this.”

“Well, I like video games Roos,” she says, helping him take the playstation out of its box, “We could play some games together!”

He looked in her direction, pulling the cables out first with a smile, “I wouldn’t mind that.” he says as he sets up the console on the coffee table, pushing it a bit closer to the tv so the cable wouldn’t be stretched out. Stood by his side, telling him if he needed help she’d try her best to, which in response she only got an once over with a smile, “I don’t mind you just standing there looking pretty.” he says, “Helps with morale.”

Beatrice laughs softly, crouching down next to him, tucking a strand of hair that fell from her trusty bun, “Morale huh?” he nods with a boyish grin, before he leans back from the TV to turn the console on. They had to wait a few minutes, but the tv finally shone with the known blue quickly changing to the main menu where the games were shown.

He had quite a selection, from Far Cry to Hitman, his first one being Red Dead Redemption 2 a game she played twice and cried twice. He checked the controller to see if it was connected, which it was, pushing himself to his feet as he moved down the line to the game library.

Of course there’d be more games, he had the complete Assassin’s Creed collection, God of War Remastered and unbelievably he also had Saints Row. She smiles as she stands up as well, her eyes flicking to every title while he moves around to check if everything was in there, “I don’t know why but I’m not surprised you have Call of Duty installed either.” he just chuckles, going down his list until he reached the end, “And Mortal Kombat! Oh my God, we have to play it!”

“Sure,” he begins, “But I’ll tell you gorgeous, I’m very good at MK.” there’s that boyish grin again, that nostalgic feeling she had back when he first made the pancakes. He pulled out the other controller from the little stand giving it to her as he pressed the Mortal Kombat icon.

The two of them settled on the couch, waiting for the loading screen to show up and they could check the character roster. She curiously watched Rooster pick Sub-Zero with a chuckle, “Oh, you are a Sub-Zero main?”

“Sure am.” he smiles, leaning back on his couch, “What about you, gorgeous? Kitana? Sonya?”

But Beatrice only gave him a smile, looking back at the screen as she chose on the roster. Bradley blinked when he turned his head back to the tv. It wasn’t Kitana, or Sonya or not even Mileena. Beatrice was a Scorpion main. She just gave him a cheeky look, leaning back onto the couch with the controller resting on top of her lap. Bradley laughed with his eyebrows up, “Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be then.” he says, “Alright, cool.”

He didn’t tell her, but he was happily surprised when he found out Beatrice liked video games because that was another thing they could do together! Every time she surprised him and everytime he fell even more in love with her. He thanked whatever deity was responsible for dropping her into his life like that.

Interestingly enough, he wasn’t really planning on meeting anyone for a while.Ever since he returned to TOPGUN a few months back, he came as a single man without any reason to get a girlfriend. Hook ups? Sure. Short lived relationships? Yeah.Did he regret some of them? Absolutely. He didn’t plan on checking Beatrice out nor develop this massive crush on her, him at thirty six years old with a goddamn crush.

He denied himself for weeks, but obviously Nat figured it out. Just seeing Beatrice made his heart flutter, even if she scurried away from and avoided him the best she could, he just couldn’t really help himself.

Bradley remembers what happened when his mother lost his father, she was very strong and never cried in front of him, but he knew she did cry. Sometimes he’d come home from school and his mother’s eyes would be red, but she’d have such a bright smile and hug him so tight he’d never question it. In his mind, he didn’t want to be the reason for someone else’s tears like that.

It was a fear he still had, even more now that he had Beatrice, of not coming back. But he also…couldn’t see himself without her, he loved this woman more than he ever thought he would. She latched onto his heart and he didn’t want her to let go, he just wanted to come back to her safely.

Crazy, he thought, how much he felt for her in the short time they’ve been together. He knows that Mav said it wasn’t strange but it was. He felt connected to Beatrice in a way he had never felt with anyone else, their conversations worked, their silence together didn’t bother him, he was added into her hobbies and interests so easily he felt like he knew her for ages…he just felt happy, really happy in a way he hadn’t in a while.

He was bitter for a good part of his life, angry, thinking he’d deserve nothing like the love he so wanted. While others got married at a young age, he didn’t, he just went with the flow with whatever girl who got interested but made it clear it was a one time thing and nothing else. His face hardened at the memory of Chloe, who while at first seemed to be a nice girl, immediately started acting like they were a thing - which he told her before they even hooked up it wouldn’t happen.

She was pretty and smart, but she had no idea how a relationship could work. She also dropped very unpleasant questions about his parents that he clearly didn’t feel like answering. He didn’t know why she was so…invasive, clambering over his boundaries like a rabid bull and just wanting to know more and more about him when he wasn’t ready to share.

It was a hookup. Nothing more. They weren’t dating. They weren’t going to date. She tried contacting him after their hook up, but she was eventually transferred out of state and never talked to him again,which he was very thankful for. There were others after her that understood it was a one night thing, just to have fun, nothing serious. Nothing like Beatrice was.

Part of him wondered if he truly deserves someone like her. Someone so sweet and kind and understanding, who believes in him so much, who looks at him with stars in her eyes and who worries about his well being. He fucked up so much, he did such shitty things when he was younger and even when he was a grown man– how was he deserving of her?

He gave her a look by the corner of his eye, seeing her eyes focused on the tv, her lower lip inside her mouth in concentration as her fingers moved on the controller. She was good, almost as good as he was, but the best was that she was having fun. With him. Playing video games together.

They just clicked together, two people from different walks of life who’d never met were not the circumstances thrown in their paths, who fit in like pieces of a puzzle. Even if he had doubts of his own worth when it came to her, his own demons that still needed working, he was glad she was there, right beside him, wearing comfortable jeans and a Van Halen t-shirt with her hair up in a bun.

She won, unsurprisingly so, letting out a happy sound as Scorpion just ripped Sub-Zero in half with his fatality. “I won!” she says with a grin, turning to face him, “Guess I’m not as rusty as I thought.”

Rooster chuckled, lifting his hands in defense, “I guess not, gorgeous…rematch?”

“Oh,absolutely!”

“There’s also Mass Effect, the trilogy, I think you’d like it.” she comments, watching him play Red Dead Redemption 2 and trying to keep quiet about spoilers. He was still pretty early in the game and like her, he loved exploring his surroundings before doing main missions so she could help with things that she knew wouldn’t give him too much info about how the game would go.

“Yeah?” he asks while yanking herbs off the ground, “What’s it about?”

“It’s an action role playing game set in space, you play as Commander Shepard, you could be male or female.” she explains, supporting her chin on her hand, “You uh, have to save the whole universe pretty much. You are also part of the Alliance Navy too, so.”

He chuckles, walking Arthur back to the black Clydesdale horse he fondly named ‘Tracker’ “Seems interesting, you going to help me out with it too?”

“If you want,” she says with a grin, “It’s my favorite game series…well that and Dragon Age. Both are made by the same developer.”

“Well, if it’s your favorite I’m going to give it a try.” Rooster said, galloping away from the forest he was in back to the closest settlement. They’ve been together ever since early afternoon, luckily Jolene wasn’t a clingy dog when it came to Beatrice being absent for a while or else she’d be already complaining about being alone for such long hours.

Beatrice watched Bradley play with a fond smile, sometimes gently combing through his golden brown tresses whenever he’s too focused to talk. Her phone pings, making her pull it out of her back pocket without taking her eyes off the tv, only dropping when the device is near her face.

Ev (15:05)

Hey, good news, I got one more person for the team. We’re full now.

Bea (15:06)

Ev that’s awesome! :) Who is it?

Ev (15:07)

Jennifer, remember her? She used to hang out with us before she transferred to another college. She moved back now.

Bea (15:08)

Ohhh, yes I remember her! So, what 's the plan?

Ev (15:09)

Since I know you and Shells have your dance class and work at night time, the best time for us to train would be around noon. At least Wednesday and then the weekends. I think it could work for all of us.

Beatrice’s smile dropped, looking back to where her hand was still connected to Rooster’s amazingly soft hair, combing the strands through her fingers. But…that would mean she wouldn’t have much time with him during the afternoons. But she promised she’d join the team and they didn’t have much time, so they had to work with what they had.

Bea (15:11)

Sounds great, where are we going to train?

Evelyn sent her a map with the location of an open gym, mentioning there wouldn’t be too many people around the time they’d go but they’d have at least two hours before people actually came by. Two hours was more than enough. She thanked Evelyn, who said their first practice will be this Wednesday and to wear something light.

Beatrice dropped the phone to her lap, looking back at the tv as she felt the nerves slowly climbing back inside of her. While she did play volleyball a few months ago, and was incredibly embarrassed because Rooster was watching her, she wondered if she was…good enough to play in this charity game.

Who’d be their opponents? It is an official team which should be a compliment since Prof.Richards thought they were good as one but, was it smart? She should’ve asked these questions when Evelyn first told her about it, now she can’t go back. It was for charity, which was a noble cause, so she shouldn’t feel worried.

Bea, however, brought the side of her thumb into her mouth, biting the skin around it with her eyebrows furrowed. What if the team obliterated them? Oh, that was a possibility. The more she thought about it, the more it made her feel nervous about playing the actual game. She wished she was as level headed as Evelyn was when she told Beatrice they’d go against a professional team.

Bradley moves his gaze away from the gang members he just killed towards Beatrice, seeing her chewing the corner of her nail with a frown, “Babe,hey,” he takes hold of the hand against her lips, gently pulling it out and snapping her out of her thoughts, “You are going to chew your thumb off in that rate, what’s the matter?”

Beatrice sighs, “I’m just thinking of the volleyball game we’ll be part of…I don’t know why I said yes. We’ll be playing against a professional team, Brad!” she throws her free hand up in the air for emphasis “We got no chance.”

Rooster furrowed his eyebrows, giving her a confused look, “Do you not remember annihilating Hangman at the beach? “ She makes a disgruntled noise, looking at her jeans, “Bea, come on. You are great, you’ll give them a run for their money.”

She looked at him from the corner of her eye, sighing quietly but leaning her head back against the couch, “I guess…I’m just nervous.”

He pauses the game, dropping the controller on his thigh with his lips pursed, “Can I go?” she blinks towards him, “I wanna watch you beat the shit out of people with a volleyball.”

“...but–Roos.. I mean–” she just stares at him for a while, “Of course you can go, if you want. You are giving me way too much credit, you know?”

“I mean, I don’t know,” he shrugs absently, “My girlfriend is a powerhouse in a lot of ways but especially when it comes to volleyball?” Beatrice blushes bright red, but she’s smiling sweetly at him, playing with her fingers. “Bea,” he cups her chin with one of his hands, giving her a grin, “You are a powerhouse, you’ll destroy them.”

Beatrice laughs softly, looking down at the inside of his wrist then back at him, “Okay.” she says, crawling over to hug his torso with a deep inhale of his cologne, “Okay…” he grins down at her, pressing a soft kiss to her temple when she rests her head on his lap, her back to the tv and her long brown hair sprawled over his jeans clad thighs.

He runs his hand through her hair, tucking the thick strands behind her ear as she looks up at him with her eyes half open, “Going to sleep on me?”

“You are very comfortable.” she smiles, tucking her hands under her head as he pressed play on the game once more. Beatrice inhaled deeply, but then turned around so she could watch him play the game with her head still on his lap.

Her phone pinged yet again and she picked it up. Evelyn once more, but this time she asked ‘Hey, you know what I just noticed? Our volleyball team was our DnD team back in college.’ and Beatrice blinked in surprise. Oh my God, it was true.

They did have a DnD group back then, with Evelyn as the DM. They were still new but they wanted to try it out, they rarely had the time to actually play it besides a couple weekends but it was so fun. Just like volleyball, it was a thing the group shared in common, one thing they could play together whenever they had the time.

They had a campaign and they had character sheets, but very seldom were the times they were all in the same spot together to actually do something about it. The nervousness from before turned into excitement as she typed back if Evelyn wanted to continue their old campaign.

Ev (15:33)

I still have everything, that's why I messaged you.

Bea (15:34)

I’m okay with that, but I’ll just have to talk to Brad. He’s on leave and I want to spend with him :<

Ev (15:35)

It’s okay, at best we’ll do it once a week, we all work too. I’ll let the others know.

Beatrice smiled, placing the phone screen down on top of her chest as she looked back at the screen when she heard the obvious sounds of gunshots coming from the game. Looking up at Bradley with her eyebrow up, she bit back a laugh at how intense he was looking at the tv and making sure every single gang member died.

He must’ve felt her eyes on him because his own gaze dropped down towards her briefly, looking up at the screen with a smile, “What?”

“You look very focused.”

“Trying not to die, babe.” he says with a soft laugh, the clicking of the buttons adding to the background noise, “Who messaged you?”

“Ev, she was reminding me how our volleyball group was also our DnD group.” she smiles “The girls might want to return to our old campaign, we never really…did much with it. We didn’t have a lot of time as I told you before. We don’t have a lot of experience but we had fun.”

Rooster pauses the game, tossing the controller aside with his arms spread on the back of the couch, “And you guys planning on getting together again? To play it?”

Beatrice shrugged, grabbing the hand on top of her head to play with his calloused fingers, running her nail over the lines on his palm, “Maybe once a week, I don’t know, we still have the practice…and I want to spend my time with you.”

“Aw, babe…you keep sweet talking like that you’ll make me fall in love with you.”

“I thought you were already in love with me,” she replies with a grin, “And I was in love with you.”

Rooster’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to bring her up to his chest, hugging her tightly. Beatrice squeaked a laugh, muffled against the fabric of his white tee, “God, you are so cute.” he murmurs against her temple, “I can’t get enough of you, I swear.”

Her smile when she lifts her head to face him could put the sun to shame, her cheeks reddening like fresh apples he wanted to take a bite of. She just leaned up to kiss his lips, snuggling against his chest, “Thank you, Roos.” she begins, “For being here with me.”

Rooster smiles, pecking her forehead, “Always,gorgeous." he says, holding her close to his chest before he presses play yet again, "Now, you said there are treasures around this area?"

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goodness gracious 37. brb x oc

a/n: as someone who loves writing angst, my brain is confused by this amount of fluff...BUT I DONT MIND IT AT ALL

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff FLUFFFFFFFFF, Bradley being supportive, slightly suggestive content (they are naked but nothing happens which is amazing considering everything )

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The first week without Bradley was a bit hard, even if he woke her up with morning kisses and breakfast for the two of them, she missed his presence inside the apartment. Which was so silly, she didn’t want to be the clingy type of girlfriend who couldn’t handle being apart from her boyfriend for too long, plus she’s been without him for two months before. She could handle a few hours.

On the bright side, her ankle was already showing progress albeit small. She still couldn’t put weight on it but it wasn’t pulsating with pain every second she moved to adjust herself either on the bed or on the couch. Jolene also got used to it quite quickly, almost as if this was already her apartment before.

Beatrice did try to distract herself the best she could, with Netflix or video games but that wasn’t working. That’s when she grabbed her drawing supplies from her suitcase and started doodling on the couch. She just allowed her creativity to go wild, she had no plans in mind really.

Since she couldn’t sit cross legged she lied on her stomach to draw while she was on his bed with Netflix running in the background. She made sure to open her drawing book wide open so no pencil shavings or anything of the sort would land on his sheets. Sometimes she’d send Rooster a text when she knew it was his lunchtime, she didn’t want to bother him otherwise, just to let him know she was fine and what she was doing.

He always responded quickly, mentioning that the best part of his day was when she talked to him. Beatrice blushed so hard when she saw it she thought his bed would catch on fire, covering her face with both hands and squealing into her palms like a teenager in love.

She told him he just wanted to make her blush and he replied with a ‘absolutely ;)’ like the smooth man he was. Beatrice’s smiles never faltered even when he was away, which helped in dealing with his absence before he returned to his apartment.

Speaking of his apartment, she had this very odd fear of messing his things up with her own stuff. Even if he said there was no problem, she didn’t want to take too much of his space, she didn’t want to bother him about it. While he did give her a drawer and a side of the closet for her to use, which smelled so good by the way, she tried to keep her things apart from his so he wouldn’t grab anything by mistake.

Just for safety, she thought, just so his things will remain in their usual spots. While opening his closet to grab one of her jackets since she got cold, she couldn’t help but run her eyes over his shirts. Several Hawaiian shirts, so many she lost count halfway, but she couldn’t help the smile on her face as she thumbed through them, nor could she help herself when she brought the fabric to her nose.

She was violently reminded of the time she smelled the pillow he sat against on the first time he visited, how guilty she felt and how she thought that’d be the only time she’d be able to smell his cologne. If only she knew.

She hummed happily, closing her eyes with the colorful fabric up her nose and a smile on her lips. Every single one of his shirts smelled like his cologne and fabric softener, with the cologne being the most predominant smell of all, much to her joy.

With a sigh she let the shirts drop back into the closet and shut the door, blushing severely while keeping her grin. She however looked back at his desk where her phone currently was, a loud ping calling her attention.

She wondered if it was Evelyn giving her more information on the Karen woman and the Kappa team, since the woman came in growling and acting like a lunatic saying the game was rigged and that her daughter’s team should’ve won. She wished she was there to see it, because Evelyn obliterated that woman without even raising her voice and when the woman tried to act all high and mighty, Evelyn’s father stepped in and told her to back off.

Evelyn said that it was the first time she wasn’t mad her father intervened in her affairs…interestingly enough, after Beatrice asked if she went out with Hangman Evelyn stopped responding. Maybe that’s her finally replying to her question! Beatrice winced while making her way over to the desk, then hopped back to Bradley’s bed to check her phone.

“Hey! I don’t think you know me but I was the photographer for your aunt Martha’s wedding? When I sent her the pictures she told me to separate a few and send it to you! That’s how I found your Instagram, do you have an email account I can send them to?”

Beatrice blinks while reading the message, then shakes her head as she types back a positive response and the email, thanking the woman and making a mental note of thanking her aunt too. The email arrived within seconds and Beatrice scooted closer to the headboard so she could stretch her legs and get comfortable while opening the pictures.

She let out a soft gasp when the pictures loaded for her to see, there were only three of them but it was enough for her to feel her heart vibrating with happiness. Indeed they were only pictures of her and Bradley at the times they didn’t even know there was a camera there. The first picture was when she walked out of the bridesmaid chairs and greeted Brad out of the chairs, her flower crown in her hand and his own pulling out a tiny leaf out of her skin.

The second one was after he just played the piano to his heart’s content and she had leaped towards him as soon as he was done, with him picking her up and the two looking at each other like there was no one else around them.

The final picture was of the two dancing, more specifically of Beatrice laughing and Bradley holding her by the waist as Signed,Sealed,Delivered played in the background, his mouth smiling while kissing her cheek. She didn’t know if her aunt asked the photographer to take the pictures because they all seemed like…they were the main focus instead of the whole ceremony. She was sure there were pictures of her aunt and uncle together, but these look very specific.

Beatrice bit her lower lip, flipping through the images over and over again, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much. Now looking from an outside view, it was so clear to see how much happier she looked and how much Bradley looked at her with pure fondness in his eyes.

Beatrice slid down further on the bed, holding the phone close to her face as she looked back at the dancing picture. The focus was on them, everything and everyone else was blurry, the fairy lights above their heads made them look like they were glowing and they looked so happy to be there.

It also came to her attention that…they had no pictures of them together. Which wasn’t something she considered until now, she didn’t really feel like it was a bad thing? They were having too much fun together to bother taking pictures…unless Brad wanted to. But he’d tell her, right? He would, he’s very open and honest about their relationship. Would he be upset if she..shared this with others?

She should check.

She knew he was still on break, so she had to be quick before he was back to work.

Bea (13:35)

Roos!I need to ask you something! It’s really quick, I promise.

Roos (13:35)

Of course gorgeous, what is it? There’s nothing wrong right?

Bea (13:37)

No,no, I’m fine. It’s just the photographer at my aunt’s wedding took some pictures of us and…I wanted to show them to you and ask if it’s okay if I posted it? On IG i mean.

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She chews on her lower lip nervously as she waits for him to reply, she knows he’d seen it because the gray bubble popped up then disappeared as soon as she sent them. What if he’s not ready? It could happen right?

Roos (13:40)

You don’t even have to ask me! Of course you can! God, you look so good all the time it’s unfair. I saved the pictures on my phone too :) so we can both post it.

Bea (13:40)

Really?

Roos (13:43)

Angel, baby, sweetest girl on this planet, yes of course. I also have a new phone wallpaper ;) that I can look wherever I miss you and remember how gorgeous you are.

Bea (13:43)

!!! You are a sweet talker…but I’m glad to hear that :3 I’ll leave you to it now, okay? I just wanted to make sure.

Roos (13:44)

It’s okay babe, you know I don’t mind hearing from you. I’ll see you later okay? I love you.

Bea (13:44)

I love you too! See you later!

She sighs, dropping the phone to her chest as she smiles in relief. She shouldn’t be as excited as she was about posting some pictures, right? But it wasn’t just the pictures, it was…them, their relationship, their time together that she cherished so much and now she could share it to the whole world to see.

Biting her lower lip again, she wasted no time in opening Instagram and posting the pictures and tagging him of course. She wondered what sort of caption would work, typing and erasing several times before finally writing ‘A very fun time, with the right person <3’ and blushing hard as she posted them.

She couldn’t help but look at the pictures, then at the caption and just smile so hard her cheeks hurt. It was real, it was so real she couldn’t even believe it. It was like now it hit her that the two were together, they loved each other and that she could have a man like Rooster in her life.

Beatrice squealed against her palms, tapping her good foot on the bed excitedly like Thumper from Bambi, giggling to herself. This was like a real life rom com and she was the main character and honestly she was very okay with that.

It doesn’t take long for people to comment and like the picture, her smile only broadening when she’s notified about a picture she was tagged into as well. Immediately she opens it to check and she almost melts into the mattress at the caption he wrote

‘That smile could put the sun to shame. <3’

She immediately covered her face with the pillow and screamed in delight, her face burning so much she could feel the warmth seeping through the stuffing. Beatrice felt her eyes watering and she couldn’t help the tears of joy that came out of her eyes, wetting the white pillow cover.

Beatrice sniffled quietly when she pulled the pillow away, wiping her eyes with her knuckles and a teary smile, laughing shakily at herself, “It’s so silly, why am I crying?” she asks herself, trying to contain her tears of joy without much success Jolene rushes into the room with her sock monkey, looking at her owner with wide brown eyes and her ears up, agitated from hearing Beatrice’s soft sniffles.

“Jojo, it’s okay,” the brunette tries to tell the pittie, who just pushes her sock monkey onto the bed with her snout and holds herself upright with her front paws, whining quietly “It’s okay baby,I’m okay.” Beatrice pushes herself to a sitting position, cupping Jolene’s big head with her palms, pressing her nose to the pink snout, “I’m very happy, you know? I am so happy.”

Jolene licks Beatrice’s face,wiping some tears away in the process with her tail wagging vigorously, her back legs tip tapping on the bedroom floor as Beatrice chuckled, kissing the dog’s head after wiping her face the best she could, “Now let me get out of bed so I can wash my face, you slobbery machine.” she says lovingly, giving Jolene her sock monkey back and patting the pittie’s butt so she could move out of the way.

While she is in the bathroom washing her face, she hears the constant notification sounds coming from her phone in the back pocket of her sweat pants. She wipes her face and pulls out her phone to check who else commented on it, furrowing her eyebrows and tilting her head at a strange name that showed up on the list of likes, a mix of numbers and letters…she shrugs, it was probably a bot, it had no picture and no bio so she just reported and blocked it to be done with.

But she stared down at the screen for a while longer, frowning at the blocked account’s page, something…was off but she couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was that made her so confused. She printed the screen for safety and then sent it to the girls' group chat, maybe it was someone else’s account they didn’t know of.

Maybe someone from college? Who knows, it’s hard to figure people out nowadays.

Hopefully not from High School, dear God, she hoped no one from back then followed her now. The last thing she heard about her high school was how her class representative wanted to make a ten years old reunion but was still organizing everything and that was months ago, ever since then it was radio silence.

It took her many years to work through the trauma of her time in school and while it was still within the backs of her mind, it’s not like it controlled her like it did before. And while it’s been over ten years she didn’t really have a connection with anyone from her school, not like she had with the girls from college and so on, she didn’t have a reason to go back there and see everyone.

Beatrice decides she spent enough time in his bedroom and grabs her drawing supplies to go to the living room. She tries to hop and limp her way over, which works quite well, before settling herself on the couch with a sigh after grabbing her gel ice pack from the kitchen. She couldn’t lie, her body was clearly missing it’s usual workout activities, especially her morning yoga - which it’s surprising Bradley never saw her do - and her dance classes.

It’s strange to not do that for a whole week, nor get ready to work…which she really missed. She missed going to the Hard Deck and seeing everyone. She wondered if Rooster didn’t miss it either, after all he did go there even before he met her. She hoped…she wasn’t holding him back from having fun with his friends because of her sprained ankle, she didn’t want him to hold himself back from going out.

She’d ask him when he came back.

“Babe!” he calls as soon as he enters his apartment, already toeing out his boots “I’m back and I brought take out!” He looks around the living room to see Jolene lying on his couch chewing her sock monkey but no Beatrice in sight.

He frowns, reaching down to greet Jolene with a pet then dropping the take out on his kitchen table before he goes check his bedroom, seeing that Beatrice is so focused on doing something in her drawing book she probably hadn’t heard him. Her back is to the door, so Rooster bites his lower lip with a smile, slowly walking behind her and crawling onto the bed, his head hovering above her shoulder to check what she was drawing.

It looked like a picture of a deer in the middle of the forest, she was still coloring it, but it already looks beautiful. “Hey.” he calls on her ear softly, making Beatrice yelp in surprise and fall back on his chest with her eyes wide when he wraps his arms around her waist. He couldn’t help but laugh at her startled self, kissing her cheek apologetically, “I’m sorry baby, you didn’t answer me when I got in so I got worried. I couldn’t help myself.”

Beatrice narrows her eyes playfully at him, but then she smiles, tilting her head to kiss his lips, “I forgive you.” she says sweetly, pecking him one last time, “Because you are cute.”

“I like that reason.” he coos, moving from behind her to sit right next to her on the edge of the bed, smiling when he noticed how her feet still hovered a few centimeters above the floor unlike his. “How’s your ankle?”

She hums, lifting the bandaged ankle a bit higher, “It’s doing better, I can limp a bit. So that’s always good.” she puts her drawing supplies aside so her lap is free of anything that could fall to the ground, her hands squeezed between her thighs, “How was your day?”

Rooster chuckles, leaning back on his hands as he sighs, “Fine, the usual.” he gives her a shrug “But I brought us take out.”

“Really?”

“From the Indian place you like so much,” he grins, enjoying her gleeful gasp “So I think we should get ready to eat because I am starving.” he pushes himself off the bed, fixing the black tee on his body before turning to Beatrice, “C’mere.”

“Don’t you think I should try and walk to the kitchen–” he picks her up before she could finish the sentence, hugging his neck and laughing as he carries her bridal style.

“No.” he chuckles, carrying her all the way to the kitchen and sitting her down on a chair, kissing the top of her head, “I would be a terrible boyfriend if I allowed that.” he says, opening his cabinets to grab plates as Beatrice pulled out the take out from the plastic bags, putting everything in the center before he sat down.

She ran her eyes over the black tee he wore with admiration, fighting back her little smile when he fixed the sleeve over his left bicep since it rolled up when he moved. She bit her lower lip with a smile before he could notice it, moving her gaze back to her plate as she opened the styrofoam containers for the two of them. “Ohh, Roos, these look so good.”

“I know, I stayed in line for a while to get it.” he says, cracking the soda cans open, “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me pleasantly surprised.”

“Well, I wanted to treat you.” he says, making her arch her eyebrow in question, “You know, just a dinner between the two of us.”

Beatrice leans on her palm with a little smile, “I don’t mind, I really like it.” she made another mental note to repay him in some way as soon as she got better.

After Rooster turned on his playlist they finally started having dinner, chatting about nothing and everything at all, much like they always did. He said that when he posted the picture on Instagram he could hear Nat’s scream from his office and he was bombarded with texts from both her and Halo. Beatrice chuckles at his exasperated look when he said that Nat ‘hugged him so hard she probably popped his spine’ while rubbing his back to prove a point.

She had seen Halo and Nat’s comments on her picture and both sounded just as excited as Rooster said they’d be. She didn’t mind it, the other pilots’ comments were so sweet and supportive she couldn’t help but smile whenever she read them. She felt very welcome in this world she had no experience with.

Of course she worked at the Hard Deck and she knew some of the Navy personnel, but she wasn’t part of that whole universe before. She sometimes feared she was boring or lame compared to the others, one more reason why she feared getting closer to Rooster before…if she thought enough she could make a whole list as to why she felt so nervous about talking to him.

Was she glad he didn’t seem to mind? Yes, absolutely. Nevermind if sometimes she still got those feelings, but she never mentioned it to him. She’d rather not to, that’s something she got to work within herself, especially now that they were…well, official official. Something about sharing your relationship to the world really did something to her.

After dinner and after taking Jolene outside to go potty, Rooster said he was going to take a bath. Beatrice just smiled and nodded from the couch, watching him pull his black tee off, following the line of muscle ripple when he moved with interest.

He paused, then looked back over his shoulder, “I said I’m going to have a bath, babe.”

Beatrice smiled more, “I know babe, you just said that.”

“...okay let me rephrase that.” he balls the shirt in one hand, “We are going to have a bath together, right now.”

“...Roos, what about the doctor's orders?”

“I’m not saying anything will happen.” he shrugs innocently, then groans, tossing his head back, “Bea, babe, my sweet angel, it’s just so we can spend time together, I haven’t touched you in…so long..” he says,

“Brad, you literally sleep behind me, touching my butt.”

“It’s not the same thing,plus soaking your ankle is helping it heal even faster.”

Considering his self restraint these past days, and it was a lot of self restraint, she considered his words with a tilt of her head. He also had a point on the soaking part, it was helping her ankle,”....well…okay.” She knew he was going to carry her to the bathroom so she didn’t even bother standing up, chuckling when he picked up bridal style and rushed to his bathroom.

Setting her on his counter as the bathtub filled, pouring some bath salts along the way as well, he turned back to check on her ankle “How’s it?” he asks while lifting and snapping the velcro open.

“Not bad, it hurts a little but it’s much less than before.” the swelling also went down a bit more, the redness of the bruise was now fading into her skin color instead. “I’ll be okay.” she smiles.

“Course you will,” he replies, cupping her chin to press a kiss to her lips, “You are strong as hell, you’ll get back in no time…now!” he shuts off the water when the bathtub is filled and there’s steam surrounding the two “It’s bathtime.”

She assures him she doesn’t need help undressing, but rolls her eyes when he does it anyway, telling her to lean on him if she needs to. He tells her to step in first because it’d definitely help her, not because he wanted to watch her ass as she turned around, “Roos,” she says softly, making him snap his gaze up as she holds his hand to get inside.

“Sorry, babe.” he isn’t sorry at all. “Give me some space, okay?”

Beatrice blinks, but pushes herself forward once she sits inside the bathtub, the warm water covering up her shoulders, fluttering her eyes closed as she relaxes humming quietly to herself. She hears him move behind her, the quiet ‘ah that’s hot’ coming out of his mouth as the water splashes around them, his legs sliding on either side of her torso as he sits down behind her. “Okay, c’mere.”

She looks over her shoulder with her eyes squinted, the water reaches his chest and the middle of his biceps, the little smile on his face making her heart soar, “Where do I go, exactly?”

Rooster blinks, looking down at himself, “Well, here,” he says, pointing to his chest “You know, you lean back and relax?” she squints her eyes even more, not believing him, “I can wash you.”

“Uh-huh and there are no ulterior motives, right?”

“Nope.”

“None?”

“Not a single one.” he says, but he drops his eyes down the expanse of her back for a second, “Promise.” Beatrice purses her lips with a smile but moves backward so her back presses against his chest, sighing softly. He grins, dropping his lips to the top of her head while his arms wrap around her shoulders, “Comfortable?”

“So far.” she says with her eyes closed, bringing her good knee up so it peeks from under the water. The warmth was working on her ankle, her eyebrows crinkled at a dull throb but it was much better than during the first times she did this, the inside of his thigh touching the outside of hers, “Are you?”

“I am very comfortable.” he says softly, brushing her hair to the side so he could press his lips on the slope of her shoulder, smiling against her skin, “See? Isn’t this nice?”

Beatrice smiles, opening her eyes to look back at him, “It is.” she whispers, “It’s very nice.” she was surprised at how he was controlling himself, just genuinely keeping her close so they’d relax. His playlist was still going, Private Eyes by Hall & Oates echoing through his apartment, Rooster humming along quietly behind her as he held her close, his legs coming up from under the water just like hers.

She then purses her lips after a while, “Roos,” he pulls her closer to his chest, making a sound of interest, “...can I ask you something?” he mutters an ‘always’ against the skin of her neck, “Did you want to go to the Hard Deck?” Rooster stops his kissing to pull his head up, furrowing his eyebrows, “I mean…with the others?”

Bradley gives her a confused look with a smile on his lips, “What do you mean?”

“I mean…I’m not holding you from meeting them, right? Because I know you guys always meet at the Hard Deck after work.” she murmurs, “And, you guys are friends and if you want to go out and meet them that’s fine by me! Really! And I–”

He holds up a hand, dripping with water and shakes his head, “Okay, let’s pause for a second.” she lowers her eyebrows while looking up at him, “You aren’t preventing anything, Bea. I want to be here with you. They all understand why I’m not going…plus,” he smiles, cupping her chin to tilt her head up and kiss the tip of her nose, “It’s just not the same without you there.”

Beatrice’s cheeks turn red, but she’s still frowning, “I just don’t want to prevent you from meeting them all.”

“Bea,I see them almost every day.” he says with a shrug, “Plus if I ever dared to step on the bar without you I’m sure Penny would kick me out so I could stay here.” he smiles, tucking a strand of wet hair behind her ear, “I want to be here, babe. That’s why I suggested you stay.”

The brunette looks away diminutively, a smile slowly forming over her lips as she takes in his words. “I’m sorry, that was pretty dumb of me to think.”

“It wasn’t dumb,” he tells her quickly, “You aren’t dumb, you just worry.” Bradley leans back on the tub so she could lie even more against his chest, drawing random patterns on the wet skin of her upper back, “Okay?”

Beatrice flushes even more, pressing her cheek to his wet chest with her smile widening, “...okay.” she says, leaning up to kiss his lips, chuckling when he tries to deepen it, his hands sliding down towards her waist “Brad,” she lifts her sprained ankle for his eyes to see “Remember?”

He huffs, dropping his forehead on her shoulder only to sigh loudly, “Right, gotta heal up first.” she giggles, watching him grab one of the body washes she brought from home, glaring at the label in a way it made her laugh even more. “Let me distract myself before I just forget how to act.”

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a/n: my day hasn't been the greatest, but you know, im going through it and i love this fic man. i really do. i also made a location up *shrugs* idk man lol

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: FLUFF, Shells being a fucking menace

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It’s past lunchtime when Rooster and Beatrice get to the Shootout, the large black building is a bit far from the city itself, in a lightly forested area. For him, it resembled an old abandoned military headquarters because of the shape and size,with the woods behind it to add to it.

Northride College was distant, quite distant , a good twenty minutes drive but Beatrice pointed the building out to him when they were driving up to the paintball arena, telling him that while it was far away the trek over from the college to the arena was always really fun.

There are other cars there already, which they presumed meant everyone else had arrived and was waiting for them. Rooster parks the Bronco in the parking spot available, close to one of the large windows that shows the insides of the building and steps out, walking around the car to open the door for Beatrice.

He had been to a paintball park a few times, when he was in college and the whole paintball craze was the highest, he remembers getting hit in the arm with a red capsule. That bruise stayed with him for weeks but didn’t stop him from having fun the next time.

Beatrice held his hand as they walked to the Shootout’s entrance, the glass doors parting to expose the red and black interior with tons of paintball memorabilia, helmets and different types of guns on the walls. The others were indeed there already, waiting for them on the counter and waving them over as the guy behind it wrote something down, only looking up when the couple finally approached the others.

After a short explanation about rules and what not, the two of them broke their hold to stay in their teams: Team Red was led by Evelyn and Team Blue was led by Hangman, they’d get three rounds but could get extra time if the score is tied. Their main game would be to capture the flag, which would be in a structure within the arena, they had to grab it and take to their side of the field without being hit before the timer runs out.

The teams would go through two separate doors to one of the many rooms inside the building, Beatrice rushing to give Rooster a quick peck before she rushed back to the door the other girls went in.

Once inside, each team would have a locker room to change into their uniforms which was a lot more padded and protective than any other uniform Rooster wore in a paintball game. Halo and Payback couldn’t join them, Halo took the weekend off to visit some family close by and Payback had to take his dog to the vet for a check up. Halo voiced her disappointment in the group chat about wanting to join them, while Payback just told them to have fun and sent them a picture of his basset lying on the floor with sunglasses to ‘give them the boost they needed to win!’

The aviators’ uniforms all had a blue velcro strip wrapped on their left arm, the camouflaged pattern was a mix of greens and blacks, the word ‘CAPTAIN’ was written on the back of Hangman’s uniform in big white letters. For someone who was assigned captain, Jake was actually being pretty quiet and not boasting about so much, maybe it was because he’d face Evelyn in this and wanted her to enjoy it as much as he would.

They all put the helmets on after grabbing the guns, walking down a long hallway before they walked out the final door to a small patio like area. While looking from outside you’d see this place was big, it was a completely different thing when you stepped into it. It was a huge forested area with trees and obstacles around, one of them being a large compound-esque structure that stood in the middle of the land with ramps and a tower in the center of the construction with the red and blue flag waving in the wind. He couldn’t see Beatrice and the others yet, but he was looking around in hopes he could notice something out of place.

Thing is, they had the advantage of knowing the surroundings better than they did, no doubt Evelyn was already setting rules for them all to follow. They were given three minutes to come up with a strategy before the game actually began, so they tried to be as quickly as they could while looking at the wooded area.

Hangman told them to separate into groups of three and then disperse once they neared the structure so they could search for the girls nearby. There’s the sound of an alarm signaling their time was up and they had to start now. The sounds of leaves crunching under their feet was the only thing they could hear, Rooster looking around just hoping to catch a glimpse of his girlfriend’s team without success.

When they neared the tower structure, they separated and went to different parts of the wooded area. Bradley was still trying to find Beatrice around this giant place, he knew it was a competition, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t like to see her in any case.

There’s the sudden sound of a shot and a splat, followed by Coyote’s “I’m hit!” coming from the distance and Bradley perks up immediately. They already got one of them in less than minutes, that didn’t bode well for them if he was being honest and he looked around trying to find Hangman and the others. He could see Fanboy partially hidden behind a tree and chose to do the same tactic, pressing his back against a trunk before peeking over the edge.

Nothing, he saw no movement. Not even the sound of running could be heard.

He crouches down to the ground while sighing, lifting his eyes to the pile of fallen leaves in front of him. He stares for a few seconds, narrows his eyes and he swears he sees movement. Now, it could be a small animal, it was a wooded area after all…but he didn’t think it was an animal at all.

So, he dragged his eyes all over the pile trying to see something that would show him he was right, stopping when he saw the padded part of an arm and the obvious red velcro wrapped around it. Rooster widened his eyes before he pressed the trigger, the colorful blue pellet hitting the person’s arm and a startled yelp breaking from under the leaves, the purple hair of Carmen appearing as she sat up, “Damn it! I’m hit!” she shouts to her other teammates, “God damn it.”

Rooster doesn’t wait long, “Check under the leaves!” he alerts the others, who immediately talk amongst each other before running separately trying to find where the rest of the red team was. He had to admit, that was very smart, using their surroundings as hiding spots was almost a militaristic mindset and he wondered if the person who suggested it was Evelyn.

He almost got hit twice, the pellets exploding on the trees behind him as he ducked behind another obstacle, a tall concrete block with an iron ladder embedded to it, breathing heavily. This was really fun, even if it wasn’t real combat it still made the adrenaline pump inside of him as if he was trying to avoid enemies. Weird that one of the enemies was his own girlfriend, speaking of which he thought he caught a glimpse of Beatrice in the distance, hiding just like he did to avoid getting hit by the pellets.

It took a while for someone else to be hit, this time it was Phoenix, who immediately fell back onto the soft ground with a heavy sigh. She was very close to the structure too and Rooster wondered if the red team had anyone there as a…sniper…per se.

He looked around before rushing to another obstacle, hiding himself as he heard the wet noises of the pellets exploding on trees and barriers but no one else shouted they’ve been hit so he assumed they were on safer ground right now.

The red and blue flag flapped with the wind, all he had to do was grab it and run before anyone noticed him and since they were in a literal shootout not far from him he was sure they wouldn’t pay attention. To reach the flag he had to go up the ramp on the outer side of the building then up a ladder that leads up to inside the tower, then reach out to grab it. He had to be fast, knowing that once he did the countdown would start and he’d have just three minutes to reach the blue area.

Rooster fixes the goggles on his eyes, sweat sliding down the side of his face as he makes his way up the ramp slowly and as cautiously as he could. Keeping himself crouched, he looked inside the tower room with his mouth parted behind the helmet, he couldn’t see anyone and the sounds of shooting coming from outside prevented him from hearing much.

Soon enough he hears that another one from the Red team was shot down, but not Beatrice, he would’ve heard if it was her.

He walks inside up to the ladder, giving one last look behind him as he grips the iron bars, pulling himself upward to the flag room. He gets there and is relieved there’s no one, so no snipers, pushing himself to his feet when he sees the flag moving outside the tiny square windows. Rooster is quick to grab it, furrowing his eyebrows when it doesn’t budge, “Fuck.” he tugs at it, feeling it moving just the tiniest bit - of course they wouldn’t make this easy for them. He feels the thin iron bar slowly sliding out of the holder, even changing his grip angle in hopes he’d be able to yank it out faster.

“Someone’s at the flag!” he heard one of the girls shout.

“Don’t let them get it!” Evelyn’s voice replied and Rooster knew his time frame just got shorter. The sound of voices, his friends’ mixed with the girls’ got louder and the shooting that followed even more. He finally yanks the flag out and an alarm horn blasts above their heads, “He got the flag! Who is it? Is it Rooster??”

He didn’t even climb down the ladder, he just leaped down after placing the flagstaff on the inside of his velcro identifier as he ran out, immediately skidding to a half when he saw Evelyn making her way inside. Both of their eyes widen and Rooster runs the other way, almost losing his balance and barely avoiding getting hit in the back. Hangman and Fanboy were still standing and the Texan shouted he’d cover him as he made his way over to the Blue side of the field. He is quick to avoid most shots, including Shells who was very trigger happy trying to hit him, but ended up hitting Bob instead when the spectacled officer stepped in to give Rooster more time to reach the blue area.

He could see the blue patio where they stood before it all began, still holding his gun up and choosing to use it only if he really needed to. He saw a figure by his side, he couldn’t figure out who it was but the red on the arm let him know it wasn’t his teammate. Rooster just gives one quick look to aim right and pulls the trigger, the dull splat of the pellet on the Red one’s vest followed by a yelp he knew very well made him stop and look.

Beatrice stares down at the perfect red impact shot in the middle of her vest and drops her arms to her sides, “I’m hit!” she announces, earning a ‘fuck!’ from Evelyn in the distance. She wasn’t annoyed, she just laughed while looking back at him, “Nice shot.”

“You okay?”

“I’m fine Roos!” she chuckles, her eyes squinting as she smiles behind the helmet, turning her face to where the structure was, “But I wouldn’t stay here for long, Shells and Evelyn will reach you in a minute.” she warns, pointing back to where he could hear voices getting closer. “So go!”

He nods, wasting no time then and running back to the Blue area. His eyes turned to the large countdown clock on the wall outside the Red and Blue rooms, he had a few seconds left. Rooster dared to look back when he heard Hangman’s ‘I'm hit!’ and he knew now he only had Fanboy left to defend him. He had to hurry, he could see Evelyn’s form rushing from obstacle to obstacle with Fanboy close behind, the clock was ticking down.

He yanks the flag from his identifier and stabs it in the little sensor that stops the countdown and announces who won this round, “Team Blue: Victory.” and automatic voice announces, his fallen teammates cheering in their fallen positions on the field. Beatrice looks back at him as he removes his helmet, running his fingers through his sweaty hair as he laughs and she couldn’t help but get closer.

Her own hair is sweaty, but she doesn’t care, she just leans up to him and kisses his lips, smiling when he hums happily against her mouth, “You did great.” she whispers, hugging his neck when he wraps his arms around her waist tugging her closer to him, “That’s one win.”

“Sure is,” he says as he pulls back,kissing her wet cheek sweetly, “Two more rounds to go, huh?”

“Yep, feeling confident?”

He hums as if he’s thinking, tilting his head to the side, then a slow smirk forms over his mouth, “Honestly? Yeah, very.” Beatrice laughs softly at his answer, “Just thinking about the prize I’m going to get when I win.”

“If you win.” she retorts, pressing their lips together again, “You were pretty good but don’t get too cocky.” Beatrice kisses him one last time before sliding the helmet back on, turning on her heel to go back to the red side of the arena. His response of ‘I thought you liked me because I’m so cocky’ almost made her choke on her own spit, glaring at him over her shoulder and only being able to see his smirk for a brief second, disappearing once he slid the helmet all the way down his face.

Even in the distance she could still hear his amused chuckle.

Well, Team Blue won.

Three out of three and they won fair and square. It was really fun and the aviators were celebrating by picking Bob up since he was responsible to get the flag from Shells once she got hit - after a very dramatic reenactment of the Titanic from the blonde’s part. Since they already got there already past lunchtime, it wasn’t surprising to see the sky turning shades of oranges and purples by the time they were done.

After changing back into their clothes and doing a quick clean up in the locker room bathrooms - with Phoenix joining the girls’ side for that - they all thanked the employees at the Shootout, who in turn told them to come back any time and that it was really fun to see them all shooting each other.

In any other context, that’d be extremely worrisome to hear.

Beatrice waits for Rooster outside the building, crossing her arms over her chest to warm up when a sudden gust of wind hits her from behind. It’s been getting colder now that December arrived, of course it’s not getting impossible like it is in New York - Michael said he couldn’t wait to go back to Cali because the weather at the Big Apple has been insane - but Beatrice’s distaste for the cold weather made it feel much worse than it was.

The brunette lifts her head when she sees Bradley approaching, fixing the collar of his Hawaiian shirt and rolling the white sleeves of his undershirt up to his elbows with a pleased grin. She knew he was feeling himself because of the win, she wouldn’t blame him, but she was indeed curious what he planned to do with his…ticket, “Hi,” she coos, tilting her head up to meet his lips in a soft kiss, “How do you feel, Mr.Winner?”

“I feel pretty good.” he says back, cupping her chin to peck the tip of her nose, “It was a lot of fun, wasn’t it?” she nods, touching his hand when they walk to the parking lot, looking back to check if the others were coming as well. They were, with the exception of Shells and Evelyn who stood on the outer side of the building, with enough distance that they couldn’t figure out what they were saying but Evelyn looked really uncomfortable.

Shells on the other hand was grinning from ear to ear, holding up her fingers as she counted something down before poking her friend on the shoulder a few times. Evelyn just shook her head, then walked away from a still grinning Shells to meet the others in the parking lot, mentioning casually they’d go to The Den now.

Beatrice doesn’t know what happened, but considering how Shells looked from Hangman to Evelyn she felt like she had an answer already. She enters the Bronco and waits until the other cars follow Evelyn’s down the road, with them following suit soon after, “You know, today was really fun.” Beatrice smiles, rubbing the side of her thumb on the back of his hand as it touches her thigh, “I really liked it.”

“Me too, gorgeous.” he says, “I liked even more that we won.”

“Of course you do.” he squeezes her thigh gently, rubbing the denim-covered soft flesh over and over. His little smile all the way down the road to The Den was way too charming for her to be mad at him, even leaning over to kiss his cheek because he was just too much. Bradley just smiled wider, giving her a side look that could only mean he’d repay her back later.

His eyes however widened when he neared the Northride street and The Den, the large college was dark now - it was Sunday after all - and everyone was either in their dorms or at The Den. He whistled low when he parked the Bronco next to Shells’ Buick, walking out of the car to stare at the large college walls and the tall clock in the middle of the square, “That’s a huge college.”

“Isn’t it?” Beatrice asks once she stands by his side, “It’s a great place.” She looks back to see the others entering The Den and then tugs his hand for them to follow too. There were students inside the food joint, but there were also other people who were either staff or lived close by to The Den and wanted to get a quick bite.

Evelyn asks the owners if they could join tables so everyone could sit down and they were quick to say that they could, so Hangman was the first one to actually get one of the tables and move closer to another, giving Evelyn a smile she slowly reciprocated. Beatrice didn’t know if it was luck or whatever, but they managed to get their table again with their names carved in the wood.

She smiles, sitting down next to Rooster while rubbing her initials fondly, something that calls her boyfriend’s attention, “What are you doing?” he asks with his chin on her shoulder and his eyes following her finger as it traces the indentations.

“We carved our names in the wood. Well, tried to.” she giggles, “I guess it was something to mark our friendship. We’ve sat at this table ever since.” Beatrice leans back on her chair and rubs the back of Rooster’s hand as their friends talk amongst each other with a little smile on her face, “I’m glad everyone had fun.”

“I know you are.” he whispers back, kissing the top of her head fondly, “You always want everyone to have a good time.” she’d be a great hostess and with her New Years party happening he knew she wouldn’t disappoint.

It was really nice to see all of their friends connecting, they all had something in common that neither of them knew it. The girls got along with the other officers quickly, Carmen even challenging Coyote to an arm wrestle contest after because she was a bit rusty. The food and the company was really good, Bea could see this happening again to be completely honest.

She leans back against Rooster as she finishes her plate, choosing to watch the conversation silently, her eyes moving to where Evelyn and Jake were seated, the distance between the two was minimal, so minimal she was sure their thighs were touching. She met Shells’ knowing gaze, who in turn brought the glass to her lips to hide her smile and moved her eyes quickly back to where the two were seated.

Beatrice truly hoped that whatever Jake wanted with Evelyn was genuine, she’d have if her friend got her heart broken because Jake couldn’t control himself, he’s been doing good so far so hopefully it won’t change soon. The students having dinner there would sometimes send looks their way, then talk amongst each other for a little bit, it wasn’t as bad as the time she and Evelyn were there thankfully.

She looks back at the darkened college, then towards Rooster, “Hey, come with me for a bit?” she asks, already standing up. He nods in response, not bothering to tell the others they were leaving for a bit since they were too busy talking to pay attention. Beatrice steps out of the Den, the sky was now a deep shade of blue with clouds rolling above their heads partially covering the stars, looking back at Bradley when he stands next to her, “Come on.”

He grabs her hand when she offers and they cross the street, Beatrice leading them past the front of her college and to the side, where the walls were covered with leaves and the concrete turned into an adorned iron fence that was as tall as the walls were. From where they stood they could see the dormitory buildings, some students were still walking around in the road that directed them to other areas of the campus.

Beatrice curls her fingers on the spaces the iron fence had, smiling as she looks at the building, “My dorm room,” she points, touching shoulders with him, “Was that one, second window to the right.” the light was on inside, meaning it was occupied again, “That’s when I met Shells.”

Rooster chuckles, doing the same motion that she did by curving his fingers on the iron fence to get a better look, “She was your roommate?” Beatrice nods while smiling, “God,I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

Beatrice laughs, opening her mouth as she remembers.

Beatrice walks down the halls with a box of her belongings in her hands and her trusty backpack slung on her shoulder, checking the numbers on every door in hopes she could find where her dormitory would be. She didn’t know who she’d share it with, she hoped the person would be nice?

“I think this is it.” she whispers, stopping in front of the door and frowning when she sees it’s partially open. She gently pushes the door to get a better view of the room and immediately stops when she sees a blonde girl putting her shirt on, “Oh! Oh I’m so sorry!” she blushes violently, about to close the door but the girl holds it back.

“Hey, no worries!” part of her face is hidden on the shirt’s collar, her shirt exposes her stomach and part of her sports bra, her blonde hair is askew and peeking out of the shirt, “Come on in, we both have tits, you don’t have to be all weird about it!” Beatrice laughs awkwardly, still not looking at the girl when she gets inside. The dorm had two beds, one on each side of the wall and a desk in between them. The girl’s belongings were all on the floor, she hasn’t taken a bed yet. “Unless you are into girls? I’m super okay if you are–”

“No!No,no! I-I’m not!” Beatrice said while holding one hand up defensively, finally facing the girl who pulled the rest of her shirt down - the words ‘Don’t Hate, Pollinate’ with a smiling bee greeted her - and her lower face was finally exposed. “I-I just,I got—I-I’m Beatrice Schiavoni.” she holds out her hand nervously, watching the blonde woman flick her gaze between her face and her hand, the brunette fearing she was being too nervous for her own good.

But the girl smiles, her snakebite piercings shining under the dorm room’s light, “Michelle Benjamin, but call me Shells, everyone does.” she says as she claps Beatrice’s hand.

“Shells? That’s a cool nickname.”

“Yeah, I tried eating a shell once and my mom had to Heimlich out of me,” she laughs casually, completely ignoring Beatrice’s horrified face, “I was a stupid toddler, don’t worry about it. So!” she spreads her arms as she looks into the room, “Which one do you want? I’m not picky.”

“O-Oh, me either.” Bea laughs softly, adjusting the box in her arms, “I-I can take the one in the left if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, sure!” Shells just pushes her things to the other side with her foot, then flops down on the bed, leaning back on her hands, “So! Beatrice…” the brunette looks up from where she’s setting her things down to meet the girl’s eyes, “Have you ever been to a Navy bar?”

“Oh, uh, no, not really.”

“Yeah? We gotta go to the one my aunt has. It’s called the Hard Deck! It’s really cool.”

Beatrice blinks in surprise at how…sudden this friendship happened, she met this girl ten seconds ago and she was already being asked to go out? That’s new to her, no one ever…did that. She smiled shyly, “I-If she doesn’t mind. I’d like that.”

“Nice!Hey, can I call you Bumblebea?” Beatrice’s face flushes but she nods, still smiling at this sudden friendship, “Nice!!You know,” the blonde pushes herself up to hug the girl around the shoulders, “I think you and I will be great friends.”

“She was the one who took me there for the first time and she was the one who helped me land the job.” she says, “And she was the one who always pestered me about you.”

Rooster chuckles, “I think we owe Shells a lot then. If it wasn’t for her we wouldn’t have ever met…at all.”

Beatrice’s smile softened, “Yeah…” she says, turning her head towards another building and even larger one in the distance, “You know I don’t regret it, anything. I know my family never understood why I stayed at the bar when I could’ve just kept working with my uncle.” she tilts her head in his direction, smiling sweetly at him, “It had it’s pros.”

“Am I the pros?”

“Yes.”

Bradley smirks, “You are just too cute aren’t you?” he asks, leaning down to press kisses to her neck, nibbling the soft flesh as Beatrice giggles, letting go to the fence to wrap her arms around his neck while his own hugged her waist. He pulls back to press his lips to her own, moaning happily against her mouth.

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