A 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...
From an ask on Tumblr from @/thedroneranger: Star! I'm back! Mainly because I cannot believe no one has claimed No. 20 with Rooster/reader for your "Write a Kiss" prompt!
Can't wait to see what you do, Star!
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Rain splatters in fat droplets against the canvas over your head as you curl into your boyfriend's side. The both of you are completely bare, curled up in a pile of blankets, warm despite the cold temperatures outside your tent. You're camping high in the mountains of California, just you and Bradley, high up on a mountaintop where it feels like you're the only two people in the world.
When the radio forecasted rain, the two of you retreated to create heat between the sheets. In the liminal sleepy space after, you'd begun lazily comparing scars. Bradley has significantly more, and when you ask about your favorite, so you can kiss it again, he gives you the whole tale. How he had stolen his godfather's motorcycle right after his mother died and bit gravel shortly afterward.
"That's how I got the scars on my chin and cheek." Your heart aches for Bradley as you think of a teenage boy sitting in a hospital bed all alone with no family to rely on. "There's still gravel in it. The docs said the pieces were too small to remove. You can still feel them under the skin."
"Bradley..." His hands are gentle as you tug his arms even tighter around yourself. "You went through all of that alone?"
"Not alone, baby. Never alone." His sigh is soft and fond as you crawl into his lap. "Mav was there. He took me in after my mom died."
You're not sure what your face is doing, but it must be comical because Bradley's squishing your cheeks together and peppering kisses against your pouting lips before you can breathe.
"Bradley!" You're giggling even as you melt into his arms.
When your giggling tapers off, you're so close to Bradley that you can see every amber fleck in his dark chocolate eyes. His piercing gaze sends love and heat in equal parts ricocheting through your system. But instead of kissing his lips, you tip his head to the side and kiss the scars littering his cheeks.
"God, I love you, baby." His words make you shiver even as you finally capture his lips in a kiss that you pour your heart into.
