From an ask on Tumblr from @/roosterforme:
Bradley Bradshaw #38 👀It was late at night, far closer to dawn than dusk. The only movement in the room is the heart rate monitor blipping steadily along. The woman connected to the heart rate monitor was once a beauty of rare character, a woman with so much strength and vigor that she had raised a child alone when her husband had died during a training exercise. To the young man who had clutched onto her hand like a lifeline, Carole Bradshaw was the most important person in his life.
"Bradley. Bradley?" It was Mom's soft voice that woke him up that night. Her hands had felt so light against his face as she'd cupped his cheeks. The touch of her hands had been enough to make Bradley jolt up in his seat. Her voice had been barely audible, and the light in her eyes dimmed a little more with each word.
"My darling." Her coughs had chilled him to the bone.
"Yeah, Momma?" Bradley's voice had cracked just saying those two words.
"I don't have long, my baby. I wish I could tell you that things could be different. I so wanted to see you grow up, to see the man you grow up to be." She'd wheezed suddenly, losing all the breath in her lungs. He hadn't been able to stop his tears from spilling hotly down his cheeks.
"I love you so much, Bradley, my baby. You are the best thing I've ever done in my life. You are the best of your father and me in so many ways. I'm not going to be alone, not anymore, baby. Your dad and grandparents are all waiting for me on the other side. I just wish I wasn't leaving you alone now, baby. I hope you'll find people who love you as much as your dad did. As much as I do." He couldn't believe that this was the end, not for his mother.
"Come here, my baby. Please?" Bradley hadn't had the heart to deny his mother one of her last wishes. He leaned carefully over his mother, letting her feather the lightest of kisses across his cheeks and forehead. That had been the last time he'd seen his mother. She fell asleep seconds later and passed away within an hour.
Rooster can't help remembering all of the good times and the bad standing in front of her grave fifteen years later. He's got one of his Mom's carefully curated photo albums of his childhood in his hands. Each picture of her smiling face is just as warm as he remembers her being when she was with him. He carries a bit of her and his dad with him everywhere he goes.
"Can you see, Momma? I'm not alone, not anymore. I found my family again." He places a white rose over her grave, and one over his dad's before joining Mav under a tree not far away.
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Kiss Writing Game
FanfictionA while back on Tumblr, I had people send me an ask and said they'll get a short (< 500 word) blurb with their ship (yes, reader + character too) and their kiss of choice. These are all of the kisses that came out of it. ⚠ Crossposted on Tumblr a...