#annie bradshaw

[wexhappyxfew]

you, me, and the stars

(a/n): judy x rosie girlies, this is for you!! this is for all the ones who have never been in love, who are trying to protect the last parts of themselves in the face of others, and for the ones deserving of love!! these two represent all those awkward, newly-found emotions and feelings, that surprise even themselves, so please enjoy! :)

Judy had dwindled into down to just this; home was more of a feeling, not entirely a place.

The flak house was beautiful, an escape, somewhere to get one's mind off of the mental torment that was the God-forsaken war they all seemed stuck in.

But, it wasn't Thorpe Abbotts; with its metallic scent of air, voices and grinding machine parts echoing at all hours of the day, the marching, the footsteps, the way the air danced through the tree leaves. The flak house was quiet, save for the occasional flight path overtop. Thorpe Abbotts was loud and enough to make you feel like your brain was being knocked about inside, but it was home in a way the flak house wasn't.

The thing that made Thorpe Abbotts feel like home was especially the people. All the men in the 100th, their leaders both lost and MIA, and the women of Silver Bullets.

It was just like her home, in North Carolina. With Ma and Pa, that large house on the river, big meals to feed all six kids, making sure the lambs, chickens and cows were kept up with, that laundry was hung, crops harvested, plates and bowls washed in the river.

They didn't have much, but they had each other.

And even across the ocean they still did - in more ways than one.

Now, Judy felt them even in the women beside her. Strong and courageous, putting on their brave faces against the waging war of the world. Something her family had done ever since they'd come to America.

"The stars are so bright out here," Bessie said from Judy, their arms interlinked, sat side by side on the steps in front of the flak house, the light dripping out from the main door where cool, night air rushed in,

"I almost wish Tommy could see it." Judy looked towards her with a small smile.

"He does," Judy whispered quietly, reaching a hand forward to gently brush her hand over Bessie's calloused palm, "where ever he is right now. He sees it. Maybe not this instance, but he does." She watched Bessie smile, the corners of her lips turning upward, before she glanced over at Judy, a big grin on her face, her eyes glowing, the softest they'd been in days, the least stressed Judy had seen the navigator.

"You know, when we were kids," Bessie started, "we sat in his parents' apartment, right by one of the windows and watched the stars one night, all night practically, side by side. Not only was it my first kiss, but…he also told me he'd name a star after me. I think he named it 'Bee'….something or other." Judy giggled into Bessie's side and clasped a hand over her mouth with a gleeful smile.

"You two were meant to be," Judy whispered quietly, "everything you say, about him, about you, about the two of you together. God, you'll make the cutest babies, Bessie, I'll tell ya." Now, it was Bessie's turn to laugh and shook her head.

"You know he told me one time that if he had a daughter, he'd name her Charlotte," Bessie said, "he thought the nickname, Charlie, would be cute."

"Taste." Judy said with a laugh, nudging Bessie's side, "Charlotte McKenzie has a ring to it."

"And so does Bessie McKenzie." Bessie said back, sending the two of them into a fit of chuckles under the moving dusk. They fell quiet for a beat and then Bessie sighed and wrapped an arm around Judy's side, giving her a tight squeeze and rubbing her shoulder.

"Well, I'm heading up, going to get some rest and enjoy waking up and drinking coffee without having to hear a bunch of bullshit from Blakely," Bessie said with a chuckle, "you good out here? Staying up a bit?" Judy smiled and wrapped her arms around her sides and nodded.

"Yeah, just a bit more," Judy said, "you go though, I'll be up in a bit. And…Bessie?" Bessie watched her as she stood and sent her a smile.

"Just...give Lieutenant Bradshaw an extra hug for me," Judy said sadly, "her eyes looked like she'd been crying all night. About Captain Brady, so….incase I get in late, just do that for me, please?" Bessie smiled at her and nodded.

"You think she loves him?" Bessie asked Judy. Judy stilled.

"I don't know a whole lot about love, but I know he looks at her like she's the only woman in the room," Judy said softly, "and she gets all blushy around him, all soft and sweet. I like to think the universe doesn't just do things for the hell of it." Ripping them from each other, Judy thought to herself. Bessie grinned and then looked at her sadly.

"Try and get some rest," Bessie said, "don't stay up too late, okay? You need to keep yourself well-rested. Goodnight, honey."

"Night, Bes." Judy called after her, watching Bessie offer her a smile and then disappear inside. Judy smiled softly, looking forward again towards the oncoming darkness and comfort of nightfall, the singing birds and bugs all around and sighed.

Lieutenant Bradshaw's eyes looked sadder more often than not, but she was trying and that's all the credit a person like Annie Bradshaw needed - that she was being seen.

To be seen, was to be loved.

"Hey," Judy looked over her shoulder and was almost surprised to see Rosie Rosenthal there, coming towards her from the doorway, hands in his pant pockets, his A-2 jacket over his shoulders and a soft smile on his face, "mind if I join you?" Judy watched him for a moment - he looked so….different, a nice different. A different that made her think they weren't in war for a second.

"Of course, sir," Judy said, watching as he came forward and settled down on the step beside her where Bessie had been, "come to watch the stars?" Rosie let out a chuckle and then glanced towards her, his face bathed in blues and purples from the night, his eyes like a doe's as he watched her.

"You could say that." he said, then he grinned, nodding at her,

"How've you been?" Judy watched him, unable to contain the grin wanting to grow on her face and then chuckled lightly.

"Good," she said, and then smiled nervously, "sir, uh, good, being away from base, it's been….a breath of fresh air, I'll admit. Just, not having to get those planes going in the morning, get in the ball turret and shoot, over and over. It's nice to just….." she watched as he watched her, "be."

"Good," Rosie said, his voice light, "good, good, I'm glad. Really. You've all been putting out the last few months. I know that - Pappy's been talking Kennedy's ear off and well…."

"Collateral damage." Judy supplied and Rosie nodded with a small chuckle, looking down at his hands in his lap.

"Exactly, exactly," Rosie said and then glanced up at her, "I'm just glad the Silver Bullets crew is getting some deserved rest. All of you."

"Thank you, sir." Judy said, her voice tender, watching him in a moment of seriousness that was different than a few seconds previous.

He watched her for a moment, just taking in the feeling it seemed, the same she was allowing herself to feel in her heart. They both seemed to come to at the same time and smiled, laughs leaving both their lips as Judy shyly looked away and crossed her arms.

"I'm sorry, Judy, are you, uh, cold?" Rosie asked leaning forward a bit, and placing a hand on her shoulder, "October's never been a great month for short sleeves." Judy watched him, looking between his face, his hand and him. Short sleeves, right, she was in that right now. And freezing; he was right. How'd he know? She glanced down at her short sleeves, her right side hidden beneath his hand and then looked to him, his face full of worry and seriousness. And then she let out a shy laugh and blushed quickly and then nodded.

"A bit, but," she shook her head, "I was planning to go upstairs in a bit anyway, so, it's okay."

"Here," Rosie said quickly, shrugging himself out of his A-2 and then leaning to his side to lay it over her shoulders, "just to warm up." And warm up she did in fact do; to the point, she was blushing all over and inhaling the scent from his jacket and him beside her and suddenly very overwhelmed with his presence. Alright, so it was a stupid feeling she had been trying to hide, but it was a feeling she had never felt all too well. And in a war, she wasn't sure what to even feel. But right now, with this jacket and him beside her, she wasn't as eager to head up to bed anymore.

"Thank you," she said softly, grasping the edges and then looking at him, "I appreciate it really." Rosie watched her with that tender gaze of his again before leaning back a bit and looking up.

"You can really see the stars from here," he said, his voice a small bit of astonishment and adornment for the world above them, glowing with the life of the night, shining little orbs so far away they'd never be able to actually grasp them, "they're beautiful."

"Yeah," Judy said, her eyes traveling back up to the night sky above them, "sitting in the darkness, on the ground, staring at the stars? It's almost like home." She could feel Rosie staring now, and glanced his way. Something so harrowing, yet nostalgic in a way. A mixture of feelings lingering between them at her simple statement - thoughts of home, seemingly so far away now, a place that'd be changed in a thousand different ways by the time they did actually got home - if they got home.

"Where is home?" he asked quietly, leaning to his side to bump her shoulder. She laughed quietly.

"North Carolina." she said, glancing at him in the quiet - she could practically hear him breathing. It was so … comforting.

"A tiny town," she admitted, "nothing big, a river, a general market, a wood mill, friends here and there down the road. But it was home." Judy looked over slowly towards Rosie beside her and quirked out a smile as she saw him sitting there, grinning.

"What?" she said grinning, "Where you from?"

"Brooklyn." he said, looking at her. Judy's face hurt from smiling, but it was okay because it was Rosie.

"Brooklyn," Judy said with a soft smile, "never really been in one of those big cities."

"You'd like it," Rosie said, looking out towards the darkness, "you'd fit right in. Bright lights, the people, the music. All of it." He looked at her. Judy smiled and pulled her knees to her chest, and glanced towards him again.

"Music, huh?" she asked him and he looked at her with a smile.

"Yeah, can't sing real well, but my mom, my sisters, they're pretty good. Far better than me," he said with a nod, and then grinned, "still love music though. You can never go wrong with Artie Shaw." Judy smiled, her thoughts consumed with the idea of what a younger version of this Rosie could've been, home with his family, dancing and attempting to sing. Far away from war and fear and grief. She liked the thought of that at some point, they were all like that. Young, youthful and free.

"Did you do a lot of music and dancing before the war then?" Judy asked him quietly, with a hopeful smile, watching as he comprehended her sentence and then let out a small smile. He shook his head and then leaned forward on his bent knees.

"I was a lawyer before the war actually," Rosie said and Judy's eye widened in near amazement, "yeah, was doing that and then the war broke out. Couldn't just sit back and do nothing." His face grew serious at that last statement and then melted as he looked at her.

"What about you? What was the thing Judy Rybinski was doing before this whole thing started?" he asked, leaning forward, with genuine curiosity and she watched him before letting out a laugh and shaking her head.

"I'm afraid nothing as cool as being a lawyer," she admitted and she watched Rosie's face soften as he tilted his head towards her, "but I was 3 years removed from high school, didn't have money for college so….I worked in the local mechanics, fixing cars, boats, anything and everything. Learning what I could. Made some good money, too." Judy watched him and sighed.

"But….I always dreamed of getting to go to college, continue to learn, allow myself to grow," she said, her thoughts swimming back to that time her parents told her they didn't have enough to help get her through schooling and Judy had cried herself to sleep and then gathered herself together and gone to the mechanic to start learning some trade, "maybe get a job teaching. Maybe geography or something of that sort….I don't know. One day, that's the goal." Rosie stayed watching her, his eyes holding her gaze as she looked at him.

"You should go for it," Rosie told her, "when the war is over, I mean. You'd be a great teacher, great with kids, getting to teach, you just…." Rosie cut himself off for a moment and then smiled at her, suddenly looking more shy and unsure of himself than in recent minutes. Judy watched him, her cheeks warming slightly at his encouragement and genuine thought. It made her stomach twist pleasingly. Rosie let out a nervous laugh and then looked at her, crossing his arms and leaning against his upbent knees.

"You're just someone I like being around," Rosie admitted quickly, running a hand behind his neck and then glancing at her, "and I think you'd be someone good at teaching kids. And being a teacher so….I think you should go for it." Judy was watching him, her cheeks all crimson and her heart racing and for a moment, she caught his gaze and she saw things that made her heart race faster.

Rosie Rosenthal was equally someone she liked being around, but the thought of telling him that made her sweaty and panicky and she figured she'd embarrass herself, so instead, she blushed further and smiled.

"Thank you, sir," she said quietly, and then let out a small laugh, "sorry, it's just….I haven't really told many people that, so…it just means a lot - the support I mean." Rosie smiled at her and nodded.

"You deserve good things after this war, Judy," Rosie said and then swallowed, "all of us do." Judy watched him, this urge to reach out and brush her palm against his cheek inviting her closer, a wish to curl up beside him and let the stars stare down at them, the need for human touch, to be looked at and loved.

By Rosie.

"You too, sir," she said quietly, her smile soft, "only the best." This staring, these lingering glances, they seemed to be whatever they couldn't say and just that look in his eyes made her blush further. Judy tried to control her racing heart, and her breath, and then cleared her throat.

"I think I'll be heading up now," Judy said, and pressed her palms against her cheeks and then sighed and looked to him, "Bessie said she'd braid my hair and I don't want to keep her up."

"Of course," Rosie said, standing to his feet and then offering his own hand towards her, which she took rather quickly, and then stood there, staring up at him like a goof, "try and get some rest tonight, alright?"

"You too," she said, and then chuckled, "sorry, Lieutenant Bradshaw said she couldn't sleep last night and it ended up being the two of you down here, with Doc, unable to fall asleep, just talking and stuff. So….yeah, just, you too, sir." Rosie laughed at her words and then schooled his facial expressions again.

"Thanks, Judy."

Staring at him, she couldn't constrain what she felt and stood on her tiptoes, before placing a small kiss to his cheek, and then turned and walked away, as fast as her feet could carry her and up the stairs, towards the room she was sharing with Bessie. Her mind raced, her thoughts knocking at the edges of her brain as she hurried in, shut the door, and let out a sigh, before turning to the two beds, where Bessie was sat up in one, reading a book and staring at her, confused.

"Since when did you get a jacket….like that?" Bessie said, raising a brow, "And that, large?" Judy blushed and then tried to speak and choked on her air a bit before clearing herself up.

"It's just Lieutenant Rosenthal's," she said, stepping forward and settling on the side of her bed to take her shoes off, "he saw me outside, gave it to me because he said I looked cold."

"Judith Rybinski," Bessie, sitting up and then practically launching out of the bed to sit beside her, "you're blushing like a loon! What happened?" Judy looked at Bessie, her heart pounding, her thoughts racing, emotions running high in far too many wacky ways. Bessie watched her excitedly, but then slowly let her face fall and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"I think he's just being nice," Judy whispered quietly and then shook her head, "and then I gave him a kiss on the cheek because I wasn't thinking-"

"-a kiss? On the cheek?"

"Yes, yes, a kiss on the cheek, it was stupid, he was just trying to be nice-"

"Giving you his jacket in this cold is never just him being nice, Judy-"

"It's a part of it-"

"But not all of it!" Bessie said and looked at her, and smirked, "He probably wants to you know….get to know you more." Judy stared at her and then let her shoulders fall and shook her head.

"No….I don't think so," Judy said and then crossed her arms and bit back her lip, "and plus, did you know he was a lawyer before the war? Bes, he's probably, I don't know, someone from some sort of money to do that sort of thing, ya know? My family comes from people who've lived on the streets, we showered once a week as kids. What am I thinking?" Judy ran her hands over her face and sighed, before squeezing her eyes shut.

"It's stupid," Judy said quietly, "it's just a stupid crush, it'll go away. He's just being nice, and I latched onto that because a nice guy, is a nice guy. But that's it. And….it's fine. I'll be fine." She grew quiet and watched as Bessie stared at her, eyes full of that lingering worry.

"It's not a stupid crush, alright?" Bessie told her, "You're allowed to feel that and if someone's ever told you otherwise, they're the stupid ones. He clearly is someone who is interested, too, Judy. Don't discredit that about yourself. You're one of the sweetest peaches I've ever met. And someone like that? You deserve that." Judy looked over at Bessie and then offered a small smile.

"Thank you, Bessie," Judy said, leaning to her side to pull Bessie into a hug, "you're too nice to me." Bessie chuckled into the hug and patted her back.

"You deserve it, Judy." Bessie said, "A whole lot of things, but sweetness is one of the many."

#screaming crying sobbing #judy you deserved to be loved !!!! #don't forget that girl #judy rybinski can just be so personal to someone ya know? like girl I GET IT!!!! #the art of wondering if you should allow yourself to be loved #like good lord #judy just gets it #and bessie my sweet darling angel - u deserve the best #the annie shout out tho (sobs) #ANYWAY #masters of the air #mota #mota writings #silver bullets #judy rybinski #rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal #rosie rosenthal x oc #judy x rosie #bessie carlisle #annie bradshaw #<- mentioned #ENJOY!!!!! (bc i am emotional over these two and could write an essay haha plz ask about them if you wish <333)

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Shout out to all of my fandom mutuals!

#fandom #top gun maverick #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #and a shout out to Annie's OC #ronnie bradshaw #her and jake have been living rent free in my head for months now #it's cheaper than therapy

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(right before he goes on the big mission with Maverick)

Rooster(grinning):...After I get back from that mission with Maverick, and you're gonna see me on that runway, and it'll probably be like a Kenny Loggins Music Moment, with the sun shinin' down, and the breeze blowin', and you're gonna - you're gonna - !

Hangman:...What am I gonna?

Rooster: - You're just gonna BUST YOUR BUTTONS.

Hangman: *laughs*

Rooster:..And then, just like at the end of a fairytale, you're gonna be so damn proud of me that you're gonna ask me to...do something, and to...be somebody[hinting at a proposal]? And I'm lettin' you know right now, in advance! I'm gonna do it and I'm gonna be it!

Hangman: What if I was to ask you right now?! In advance?

Rooster(restraining himself from saying yes):....NO! That's not the way I planned it!

#incorrect quotes #hangaroo #hangster #sereshaw #hangman x rooster #top gun maverick #original: annie get your gun (stage musical) #jake seresin #rooster bradshaw #hangman seresin #bradley bradshaw

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

"Well, we're offically a family now." Normal au

this ended up being slightly to the right of pregnancy cause it's post Maisie being born but the scene just felt too cute not to lol

|| prompt list ||

prompt: "Well, we're officially a family now."

au: regular

word count: 1104

warnings: hospital mention, breastfeeding stuff, girl dad jake at full force

It was dark outside the hospital now, but Jake wasn’t entirely sure what time it was. And he didn’t even care. The thought made him chuckle as he sat back in the rocking chair. First time in his life he didn’t know the time and didn’t really know what was going to happen next — and he was completely content. He would stay right there in that moment forever if the world allowed it.

In that moment right then with his wife fast asleep and his newborn baby girl sleeping in the bassinet beside her.

Nothing else mattered besides that. Not the Navy, not flying, not his career that once seemed like the most important thing in the world. It wasn’t. There were more important things. 

Jake wiped at his face. He felt tired, the kind that made tears build at the corners of his eyes, but he didn’t want to miss anything. Didn’t want to miss the way that red cheeked baby looked in that hospital issue bassinet. Swaddled tight in that white blanket dotted with suns and pink little beanie on her head.

Maisie Carole Grace — already so loved. 

The privacy curtain was drawn back gently. Nurse Taylor smiled as she looked around for who was awake, and her smile widened when she spotted Jake sitting in the rocker. 

“Hey, Mr. Seresin. I’m gonna have to wake mama and baby up to try breastfeeding one more time.”

Jake nodded as he got to his feet. “I’ll get Ronnie.” 

He crossed the room to the hospital bed while Taylor went around to get Maisie out of her swaddle. Jake smiled softly as he cupped Ronnie’s cheek. She had only been asleep for maybe thirty minutes, and even in sleep he could see she was exhausted. But getting Maisie to latch was important, and when they tried just a few hours ago the newborn had been stubborn, so they needed to try again.

“Hey, darlin’,” he spoke gently and she instantly stirred, nuzzling into his hand with a small noise of protest. “M’sorry, I know. But Nurse Taylor’s back.” 

Ronnie opened her eyes as she nodded. Brown irises rimmed red as she sat up a bit straighter. Jake retracted his hand to help get the sleep shirt they brought in the go-bag up and over her head. With Nurse Taylor, Maisie started to cry loudly at being so rudely awoken. Now unswaddled as Taylor lifted her from the bassinet. Ronnie whimpered as her breasts started to leak. 

“Alright, here we go,” Taylor said as she placed Maisie in her mother’s arms. “And after this we can do some skin-to-skin time with Dad, huh?”

Jake couldn’t help but get excited at the prospect. A grin stretching his features as he watched Taylor coach Ronnie through the latching process for the third time. He could tell Ronnie was starting to get frustrated, as Maisie squirmed and seemed to purposefully avoid her mother’s nipple all together. She sniffed, glancing up at Jake with tears brimming her eyes as she continued to do everything Taylor was telling her to. Except it just wasn’t happening.

Placing his hand on the back of her neck, he gave it a gentle squeeze. Ronnie looked up at him just as her first tear slipped down her cheek. 

“S’okay, take a deep breath,” he told her in a hushed whisper and she nodded. 

She sucked in deep, her chest expanding, and then she let it out slow. Then she tried one last time, nudging her breast lightly against Maisie’s parted lips. And then the newborn latched, cries dying in her throat as she began to suckle and paw at Ronnie’s chest. 

“Oh,” Ronnie gasped, smile wide as she brushed her thumb over Maisie’s head of blonde hair. “There you go, Maisie babe. God, that feels fuckin’ weird.”

Nurse Taylor laughed. “Yeah, feels different from the pump, huh?”

Ronnie agreed with a nod. Then she looked up at Jake with that same wide grin and he smiled, all warmth and love, back at her. His girls. His loves. He leaned in close and kissed the side of Ronnie’s head as he whispered his praises.

Once Maisie had drunk her fill, Nurse Taylor took back the newborn and looked up at Jake. 

“Alright, Dad, if you wanna take off your shirt and have a seat,” she said, nodding towards the rocking chair he was in earlier. 

Jake was quick to pull his shirt up and over his head, throwing in the direction of their go-bag without really looking. He noticed, as he strode across the room to sit down, Nurse Taylor look over her shoulder and give Ronnie an approving look. His wife just laughed, and Jake couldn’t help but smirk to himself. 

But the expression was quickly wiped from his face as Nurse Taylor laid Maisie down on his chest — draping the sun blanket over them both. She told him how to support her bottom and to lean back in the rocker just a bit. Maisie felt so small laying against him like that. He could fit her in one arm, carry her around like a football. And she was warm, nuzzling her face into his chest. When he looked down, he watched as her tiny hand wrapped around the chain of his dogtags. He smiled through the tears that blurred his vision as he kissed the top of her head. 

His little girl. His Maisie Carole Grace.

He didn’t know what time it was. He didn’t know what was going to happen next. But he loved his daughter. He wanted the world for her. He wanted to do right by her. And he knew he was going to screw up, he was only human. But he was going to try his hardest to be everything she needed him to be. 

When he looked up, Nurse Taylor was gone. He didn’t even realize she had left the room. And Ronnie was sitting up in bed with her phone camera pointed at him. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she quickly tucked it away with a guilty look on her face. 

“S’too sweet a moment not to,” she said, “At least I’m not your mom telling you to smile.” 

“Yeah, there’ll be plenty of that tomorrow,” he chuckled lightly, then he looked back down at Maisie with reverence and awe reserved for things most precious in this world. “Well…Guess we’re officially a family now, huh?”

“Hmm, guess so,” Ronnie sighed. 

Jake told her to go back to sleep, and he held Maisie against his chest until the sun began to stream in through the windows.

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[blue-aconite]

For the made-up fic title how about..."Something In the Water" ?

Annie, darling, thank you for your title! I'm sorry it's late!

Bradley leaned back against the rock, closing his eyes. The sun was high in the sky and the ocean bright blue. It was a perfect day. He breathed in the salty air, felt the water swirling around his legs as he perched on the bed of rocks a few feet from shore. 'He could hear the squad hollering in the distance, most likely still caught up in a game of dogfight football. Bradley's injury kept him from playing but he welcomed the alone time. A splash to his right has him turning slightly, opening his eyes against the bright light. He blinks a couple of times, only to see a seal staring curiously at him. Its close, closer than it normally would and when he stretches out a hand towards the animal, it doesn't shy away. The seal's large eyes studies him before squeaking, disappearing below the waves again. Bradley feels like a moment has passed, like there was something in the air that followed the seal back down into the water. Phoenix's shouting his name has him tearing his eyes from the spot where the seal was to the beach, where the squad is waving him over. Slowly he eases into the water, wading back towards the beach. When he reaches the shore, the hair on his neck stands, something calling out to him. Turning back towards the rocks, the seal is staring back at him, eyes wide and sad. A ache in his heart surprises him and Bradley tries to reason feeling bad for a seal. As he heads towards the parking lot, he turns back on more time to watch the seal. A strange feeling settles in his gut when he remembers its eyes. They had been more human than animal.

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

#fe writes #fake fanfic titles #fe loves annie #bradley bradshaw x reader

[whiskeyswriting]

Hearts and Pucks In Play

A Top Gun Hockey AU

{ A/N: Dividers by @firefly-graphics }

3 hockey players.

1 figure skater.

4 Olympic candidates.

How will their lives change after Team USA chooses them for the next winter Olympics? What sacrifices will they make?

Bradley Bradshaw x Grace Smith

Bradley and Grace met in high school during their junior year orientation when Bradley accidentally spilled his coffee on Grace.

They immediately hit it off and started dating.

Bradley moved out to California a couple years after starting college.

Once Bradley was drafted by the NHL, he had Grace move with him from Texas.

Mickey Garcia x Baylie Steele

Mickey and Baylie meet during practice.

Baylie is Team USA’s skating princess.

Mickey knows she’s his forever the moment she goes against her coach’s direction and skates to her own song choice.

Their friendship and love grows every day since the moment they met. (They’re Team USA’s fave couple)

Jake Seresin x Alana Metcalf

Jake and Alana meet through Grace and Bradley.

Alana is Grace’s childhood best friend.

Jake needs a girlfriend to downplay his playboy persona.

Bradley sets them up as a “couple” until Alana’s ex shows up to ruin their plan.

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[sailor-aviator]

Two Birds: Chapter One

Two Birds: Chapter One

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader x Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Summary: Growing up in the midwest meant that you weren't exposed to many of the dangers of the world, and it also meant that you missed out on some of what life had to offer. Taking a leap, you move to New York City with a few personal belongings and the little money you have left in your savings. You become good friends with your roommate and, by extension, the people at the club she works at. However, it isn't long until you catch the eye of not one, but two mafia bosses that rule the city with an iron grip. Will you stay out of their clutches, or will you give in and become another pawn in their wicked games? (Mafia!AU)

Content Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of guilt, Gentlemen's club (off hours), Flirting, Handsy Bradley and Jake, Pet names, no use of y/n. I think that's it, but please let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 3.9k

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A couple of weeks had passed, and you were now entering your third month of living in the city. Annie had been right, you had become fast friends after long nights spent gabbing about anything and everything, and late mornings after the previous night’s binge drinking. Your roommate was a fun, happy-go-lucky soul, and you loved her all the more for it.

Your job at one of the local bakeries near the heart of the city provided you with enough money for your portion of the rent, food, and enough to spend however you saw fit, a feat you still weren’t sure how you managed. Your boss was a lovely older woman in her mid-fifties who greeted you with a smile every morning as you clocked in for your shift. Thankfully, she preferred to do the early, early morning prep work herself along with her daughter, so you weren’t expected to walk through the doors until sometime around eight every morning.

You enjoyed the tediousness of the job, the routine giving you something to latch on to in the unfamiliarity of the big city. Annie had been coaching you diligently on how to navigate the never-ending, concrete streets and sprawling subways. Your Midwest manners were quickly stamped down by your burgeoning experience with the different crowds that inhabited the city.

“Don’t walk around at night by yourself if you can avoid it,” Annie had told you during your first week there, the two of you headed back to the apartment after you had decided to go out for dinner. “There are a bunch of crazies out here, Mousie. Me? I’m used to this place, but you got that air about you that just invites people to take advantage.”

You hummed, trotting a few paces to try and keep up with her much longer legs. She cast you a sideways glance with a grimace of an apology.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything bad by it,” she sighed, hands pushed into her pockets as she slowed slightly to give you a break. “You’ll perfect the art of the ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe before you know it, Mouse.”

And you liked to think that you had come along way in the few weeks you had spent in the city, perfecting your mean, scary face so that people wouldn’t approach you. Some still did, but the number had certainly decreased. Though, you still felt the nagging feeling of guilt every time you outright ignored someone, averting your eyes and hanging your head as you walked a little faster down the street.

Today was a day you, thankfully, had off. Though, you still rose early, your body already used to the schedule of the bakery, and as you stretched in bed, your mind wandered to the container of chocolate chip cookies that sat on the counter in the kitchen. A gift from your boss, albeit they were cookies that would have been thrown in the trash anyway due to their age of only two days.

You lay in bed for the next half hour, dozing as the light of the day streamed in past your curtains, illuminating your still plainly decorated room. Annie had offered to take you shopping for more decor, but you had insisted on earning your own money and paying for your own decor.

“It’s not like I don’t have the extra cash, babe,” she told you, lips pulled back into a grimace as she watched you flit about the apartment.

“I’m serious, Annie,” you told her, glancing over your shoulder at her as you set the mop to the side. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness either.”

“How is it taking advantage if I’m offering?” She muttered with a scoff. You had shot her a warning look before placing your hands on your hips.

“I need to prove to myself that I can do this,” you sighed, feeling your shoulders slump.

“Alright, alright,” she relented, giving you an understanding smile. “But if I give you gifts, you have to accept them. It’s a law or something.”

You smiled fondly at the memory, pulling a pillow close to your chest, one of Annie’s many “gifts” as she called them. Your eyes flickered open with a stifled yawn before you lazily rolled over on to your feet. You padded out the door and down the hall to your shared bathroom, Annie’s soft snores filtering out past her closed door. Her job often kept her up until the early morning hours, and there were days where you were headed off to work just as she was walking through the door.

You brushed your teeth and got ready for the rest of the day, settling on a pair of faded jeans, a plain, white t-shirt underneath a beige cardigan and a pair of simple sneakers. You didn’t have much planned for the day, but you had been meaning to check out one of the bookstores downtown. Your groceries were getting low too, and you knew you’d have to go and get more soon, adding a trip to the grocery store to your list of things to do that day. You settled on the couch with a cup of tea, inhaling the aromatic steam that wafted up towards you as you turned on the TV, the news popping up to greet you. A string of violent crimes plagued the city, but you had slowly become accustomed to that news as well during your time there.

Eventually, you grew bored with the news, choosing instead to turn on the latest crime documentary from Netflix, the serious tones of the detectives and witnesses filling the quiet, morning air and lulling you back to a place somewhere between sleep and awake.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when the sound of Annie’s door opening jolted you awake. You blinked, shuffling to sit up on the couch just as she trudged through the doorway, rubbing sleep from her eyes and looking around blearily.

“Wha’ time’s it?” She asked, voice thick with sleep as she rubbed her face. Her hair was sticking up every which way, her eyes still ringed with the tinges of last night’s makeup. You knew she must have had a particularly late night.

“Uh,” you started, glancing at the clock above the stove, “just before noon.”

“Shit!” She hollered out, eyes growing wide and panicked as she turned to sprint back into her room. You heard a commotion from her room before footsteps sounded in the hall, leading to the bathroom where the shower creaked to life, the spray hitting the tub. You sighed, hoisting yourself up off the couch to rinse your mug out in the sink. The shower didn’t run long, and soon you heard the creak of the valves turning off, soft thuds and movement coming from behind the door. Annie burst out, drying her hair furiously as she padded into her room wearing nothing but the small towel wrapped around her.

“Cannot believe I overslept,” she griped, her door closed just enough to provide herself some privacy as you waited in the kitchen.

“It’s a bit early for you to head down to the club, isn’t it?” You asked, brow furrowing. Usually, Annie didn’t head in for another couple of hours, and you heard her let out a huff as she appeared back in the kitchen dressed in a pair of jeans, fitted black top and matching heels. Even running late, she still looked immaculate.

“Bosses want us there extra early today to try out some new routines,” she explained.

“Bosses?” You frowned. “I thought your boss was Reuben?”

“He is,” she assured you, digging through her purse to make sure her keys were still inside. “But the big bosses are coming in today.”

“Who are the big bosses?” You asked, leaning over the counter. She paused, pressing her lips firmly together before giving you an uncertain look.

“No one you wanna get involved with, Mousie,” she said finally. “I mean, they’re nice enough guys, but…”

She trailed off, and the implication wasn’t lost on you. You offered her a tight smile, glancing at the stovetop clock once more before waving her off.

“You better get going before you’re even more late,” you warned, nodding to the time. She cursed again, shouting a quick “thanks” over her shoulder as she sped out the apartment, the door slamming closed behind her. You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes affectionately after her before grimacing at the apartment. Perhaps you would make it to that bookstore another time. For now, you settled on grabbing your own purse to go grocery shopping.

You had just made it back into the apartment when your phone buzzed. You settled the bags on top of the counter, your fingers aching with the strain of the multitude of bags before fishing your phone out of your bag. Annie’s name flashed across the top, and you quickly unlocked your phone before your eyes landed on the all too familiar words.

I forgot something at the apartment.

Could you grab it for me and bring it by the club pretty please? :(

You huffed out a laugh, typing out a quick response to let her know that of course you would bring whatever it was she forgot to the club for her.

You’re the best! Came her even quicker reply, and you just knew she had been pacing nervously backstage, biting her fingers in that terrible habit she had when she was nervous.

It’s a pair of silver heels and a hot pink boa. They should be on my desk chair. You can’t miss them!

You shook your head, noting how she herself missed them in her rush out the door this morning, but dutifully made your way to her room, pushing the door open as you stepped inside. Sure enough, the heels and the boa lay draped on top of the chair in question, and you quickly gathered them up in your arms to bring back into the kitchen. You grabbed your phone, firing off a quick reply.

I’ve gotta put groceries up really quick, but then I’ll head over. Give me about an hour?

Anything for you, Mouse! I owe you!

You laughed outright at that. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for your roommate, and you often found yourself making the trip down to the club to bring her something she forgot. You set your phone down and made fairly quick work of the groceries, storing the bags underneath the sink for later use. You grabbed your things before grabbing the heels and the boa, pausing to grab the box of cookies that still sat on the counter before making your way out the door and locking it behind you.

It was about a twenty-minute train ride to the neighborhood where Annie worked, and you exited the subway with a squint as your eyes readjusted to the daylight. You walked a block south, coming upon the familiar, unassuming building with a sign that read “The Hard Deck” in a pretty, pink scrawl across the top of the entrance. A man dressed in all black stood by the door, his face mean and intimidating with eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. You grinned up at him as you approached, and a hint of a smile pulled on his lips as he caught sight of you.

“Hey Tony,” you greeted, wiggling your fingers with the hand that held the heels and the boa. “How’s your day been?”

“It’s better now that you’re here, Mouse,” he chuckled, relaxing his posture somewhat. “I take it Annie forgot something again?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, rolling your eyes playfully. “Name a time she hasn’t, you know?”

He laughed at that, his head resting against the brick of the building as he rolled his shoulders out.

“She used to tear out of here like a bat from hell before you came to town, ya know,” he grinned. “Wonder what she’s gonna do when you’re not around anymore to spoil her like this.”

“Well,” you started, “hopefully that won’t be for a while yet. Now, do you want a cookie before the others eat them all?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” he laughed, pushing off from the side of the building to peek into the box you held in your hand. He grabbed one, taking a bite and humming as you walked past him and into the building.

When you had first found yourself stepping into Annie’s work, you had been apprehensive, expecting a seedy, little hole in the wall with sticky floors and tacky decor. Instead, you were greeted with a clean, sultry business that Annie told you had earned a reputation of being the best in the city.

“It’s actually pretty classy,” she had told you when you first asked her about what she did for a living. “It’s a lot of high end clients that frequent there, and they tip pretty well too. It’s decent pay to begin with and the manager is a pretty good guy too.”

You had met Reuben on one of your first trips to the club, the handsome man not being at all what you expected from a manager. He was young, for one thing, hovering somewhere between mid-thirties and forty if you had to guess. He was dressed to the nines every time you saw him, a friendly smile always on his face as he greeted you. He was nowhere to be seen now as you strolled into the Hard Dark, voices filtering out from different areas of the large room and from backstage as your eyes swept the area.

There were no windows, the only lights coming from the artificial ones that hung overhead. The main color was black, a red carpet curving across the floor and red drapes hanging from off the walls with gold accents placed everywhere. It gave a feeling of old Hollywood, almost.

“There you are!”

You turned just as Annie rushed over to you, pulling you in for a tight hug. She pulled away, grabbing her heels and boa from you.

“You’re a lifesaver, Mousie!” She beamed, and you waved her off.

“I wasn’t doing much anyway,” you told her, shifting the box of cookies into your now free hand. “I brought the cookies too for everyone.”

“You’re so sweet, babe. Come hang out with us for a while,” she cooed, pulling you further towards the main stage. Familiar faces of the different staff greeted you as you walked through, several waving and others following you once they spotted the bright pink box in your hands. You often brought goodies from the bakery, making you an instant hit with the employees at the club.

“What did you bring for us today, Mouse?” Bryan, one of the bartenders called.

“Cookies!” You called back with a smile.

“You’re such a godsend, hun,” said Lindsey, one of the other dancers. “I never have time to go to this place before it closes.”

“One of the perks of being roomies with an employee there,” Annie grinned at her, swiping a cookie as you set the box down on the stage and opened the lid. Several others clambered toward the stage to snag a cookie before retreating and allowing the next wave in. You were so caught up in the conversations happening around you that you didn’t notice the figure come out from the back.

“What’s going on here?” A deep timber asked. You noticed Annie stiffen visibly beside you before turning your head to look at the newcomer. He was tall, brown hair curled against his forehead that pointed towards a pair of golden brown eyes. Scars littered the golden skin of his face, and you couldn’t help but notice the strong muscles that lay hidden beneath his dress shirt. Your lips twitched at the sight of the mustache that hung above his upper lip, but you quickly tamped it down as you took in the nervous faces around you. He swaggered over towards where you stood, the small crowd parting easily for him, and you had to tilt your head back just to meet his gaze.

“Shouldn’t you all be working?” He pointed out. His voice was light, playful even, but the underlying warning in his tone was palpable, and all but Annie and yourself hastened to get away. You swallowed slightly, shifting uneasily at the change in the atmosphere. Annie stood still next to you, not saying a word which was unlike her.

“And who might you be?” He asked, leaning against the stage with a smirk. “Think I would have remembered a pretty face like yours. You lookin’ for a job, hm?”

“She’s my roommate,” Annie replied before you could say anything. “She’s just stopping by to drop off a few things I forgot is all.”

“Is that so?” The man hummed, peeling his eyes away from you long enough to cast her an unreadable look before they shifted back to you. “So you’re the little mouse Reuben mentioned pops by from time to time, huh?”

“I guess,” you muttered, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt as you looked anywhere but at him. You felt his smirk grow as he leaned into you, his nose almost brushing yours in the process. You squeaked at the sudden proximity, eyes widening as the smell of his cologne encircled you, the scent of sandalwood, vanilla, and something woodsy ensnaring you as he spoke.

“My name’s Bradley, Mouse,” he murmured, lips curling into a sultry smile as he laced a finger through the loop of your jeans. “You gonna give me a taste?”

You had the distinct feeling that he wasn’t talking about the cookies that still sat on the stage. Without thinking, you grabbed the box, bringing it between you and Bradley, putting some distance between the two of you enough so that you could try to scramble for a coherent thought.

“Here,” you squeaked. Bradley looked stunned for a second, brown eyes wide as he looked from you, down towards the box. There was a moment of still silence before he tossed his head back with a loud laugh, one that caused several people nearby to jump. He looked back at you with a wicked grin, taking the box from your hand and putting it back on the stage with an added chuckle. He grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him and bringing a hand up to cradle your face as he leaned down, his breath fanning over you.

“I might just have to keep you, honey,” he purred, eyes hooded as he drank you in. Your face warmed at the combination of his words and his hand around your waist that slowly started to wander.

“What are you doing, Rooster?”

You jumped at the new voice, turning your head with a gasp as your eyes landed on the stranger standing next to Reuben. His square jaw was clenched in what you could only assume was annoyance, narrowed, green eyes moving from Bradley down to you. His face softened slightly, brow arching as he took you in. You thought you saw his lips twitch in the hint of a smirk before neutrality settled over his features once more.

“Hey, Mouse!” Reuben greeted, his friendly demeanor almost unnerving. He acted as if you weren’t being held captive in the arms of a strange man, instead looking from you towards where Annie stood behind you. “I didn’t know you were stopping by today.”

“Annie forgot something,” you offered weakly, breath still ragged from how close Bradley still held you.

“Rooster,” the blond man spoke up, his voice commanding attention, “you’re scaring the poor thing. Why don’t you let her go?”

Bradley grunted but let you go slowly, shooting you a wink as you backed up a couple of steps. The blond man stepped forward, hands shoved into the pockets of his expensive looking pants as a slow smirk crawled onto his lips.

“So you’re the little mouse we’ve heard so much about,” he drawled, stopping just in front of you. You shrugged, not saying anything as you averted your gaze. The man arched a brow at you, taking a hand out of his pocket to place a finger underneath your chin, lifting it so that you met his emerald gaze.

“Words, darlin’,” he purred, something twinkling in his gaze as you looked at him. You swallowed thickly.

“Yes,” you replied, earning a hum. The man’s finger traced along your jaw before his hand cupped the side of your neck gently, almost possessively.

“Good girl,” he praised, and something inside of you unexpectedly preened at the words. He leaned forward, the smell of patchouli and a hint of citrus hitting your nose at the movement. His lips brushed against your ear as he murmured, “my name is Jake.”

A shiver ran up your spine, and you felt his lips curl into a grin at your reaction.

“Shouldn’t we be getting back to business?” Bradley snapped, looking put out as Jake withdrew from you. The blond snorted with a roll of his eyes as he stepped back towards his companions.

“Since when do you give a shit?” He asked, the challenge hollow as he kept walking, Reuben quick to fall in line behind him. Bradley frowned as he watched Jake walk past, a muscle twitching in his jaw. His eyes looked back at you, lips curving in a thoughtful smile before shooting you a wink and following his two companions.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, Annie coming up behind you quickly.

“I am so sorry,” she cried, blue eyes big and sorrowful.

“Why are you sorry?” You asked with a snort, brushing your hands down your rumpled shirt. “They’re the ones who’ve never heard of personal space, apparently.”

“Babe, do you not realize who they are?” She asked, brow furrowing as she studied you, lips pursing as she shook her head.

“Of course you don’t,” she muttered, placing a hand on her forehead as she sucked in a breath. “God, I’m so fucking stupid sometimes. How could I forget to tell you one of the most basic things?”

“Annie, what are you talking about?” You asked, crossing your arms as a sinking feeling came over you. Her eyes snapped open as she looked at you with an uncharacteristically solemn expression.

“There’s a lot more to this city than you realize,” she told you. “There are groups always grabbing for power and control of it, and right now there are two who are going head to head: the Daggers and the Harpies. You just met the two men who are in charge of the Dagger syndicate, Mouse: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin and Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw. ”

Your heart sank, and your head involuntarily whipped around towards where the group of men walked off to. You spotted them sitting in one of the booths, Reuben talking animatedly about something or other, but your stomach did a flip as you realized that both Jake and Bradley were already looking at you. The blond arched a brow at you while the brunette waggled his fingers at you with a playful smirk. Annie followed your gaze, sighing before continuing.

“And it looks like you’ve gone and caught their eye.”

A/N: Thought we might take a quick break from talking about Angel!Jake and go back to Mafia!Jake and Mafia!Bradley, and they're finally here! What do we think of them from our first meeting? As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. If you would like to receive updates on when I post, please follow my sideblog (@sailoraviator-library) and turn on post notifications! You can also find my works on AO3 under the username sailor_aviator. Until next time!

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[itshoneywhatever]

WIP Wednesday

Anyone remembers this?? Well, I finally started writing it, and wanted to give you a little taste of it

“Well, if it isn’t Bagman.”

After having his conversation with Admiral Simpson about being considered for this upcoming special detachment — which is an odd thing considering he is an instructor on base, but couldn’t argue against the whole “you’re the only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air-to-air kill, of course you’re being considered” — he had gone to pick up his kids from the daycare and, after a quick stop by their home, he drove them to the beach to decompress from the sudden sense of dread that had filled his every cell of his body when he left Cyclone’s office.

He hadn’t expected to run into someone he knew.

“Phoenix,” he says in greeting, not looking away from where his twins are playing on the sand a few feet in front of him.

“You know, it’s considered creepy to watch children,” she teases in good nature.

“And here I was, thinking it was considered good parenting to pay attention to your kids.” He teases back, and this time he does turn to look at her so he can catch her processing that tidbit of information.

“They are yours?” The incredulity in her tone is enough for Jake to be honest.

“Yeah.” He admits.

“So where’s their mother?” Nat looks around, trying to find a woman that could be the mother of his children — Jake knows she’s not gonna find anyone.

“Don’t you mean the other father of my children?”

“Other fa—” she cuts herself, understanding finally dawns on her. “You’re a carrier?”

“Yeah.” He’s confused. Isn’t she friends with Bradshaw?

“No shit.”

“Why are you acting all shocked? Like you didn’t know this already.”

“Because I didn’t. Was it meant to be public knowledge?”

“No, but, like, you know about me and Bradley, you know, back in the day.”

“Yeah, of course I know about that, Bradley told me everything about it.” Nat frowns, even more confused now. “Are you sure Rooster knows?”

“I mean, how can he not? The guys literally saw me taking my birth control pills.”

“You’re thinking too highly of his intelligence.” Jake gives her a flat look. “Unless it’s about naval aviation, Bradshaw is incapable of understanding anything else.”

“Yeah, there’s not a lot going on behind those cow eyes,” he concedes.

Nat hums in response, and Jake is not sure if she’s agreeing with him or not. He turns to look back at his kids when he hears her letting out the most dramatic gasp he’s ever heard outside of a sitcom. Jake looks at her again and sees the wild look on her face.

“They are not Rooster’s, are they?”

Jake refrains from laughing at her, thank you very much.

“Not unless he’s fluent in Italian.”

“International, nice.” She sits down next to him on the sand. “Is he in your life?”

Jake shakes his head no. “It was a one night stand, and by the time I found out I was carrying them I was back in the States and five months into it.”

“So you’ve been raising them by yourself?”

“Yeah, but I have a lot of support too, so I can’t really complain.”

“That’s good.” She looks at the kids now chasing each other, running around the mount of sand that they created. Nat thinks it was their attempt to make sand castles. “They say it takes a village.”

“Maybe, but the village has to be willing to help and I’m thankful I have people that want to help me.”

“Coyote?” She guesses, remembering how close they used to be back in their Academy days and then when the three of them were stationed on the same carrier for six months.

“And his family and my own.” Jake looks at her profile before he turns to look at his kids again. “Wanna meet them?”

“Can I?”

“If you can bite your tongue and not say anything bad about me, then yeah, of course you can.” He nudges her slightly, in order to convey that he’s saying that in good nature.

“You run a hard bargain but deal.” She teases back easily too. “What are their names?”

Jake stands up and offers her a hand too as he informs her of their names, “ Tommy and Annie.”

They spend the rest of the afternoon talking and playing with the twins, and Jake can tell that his babies have charmed their way into Phoenix’s heart with their happy laughs and consistent babbler, and calling her auntie Nat.

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[bradshawsbaby]

Maybe a cute little breakfast in bed scenario for the Bradshaws presented by their kids. Maybe it’s not the most delicious spread but it’s made with love and that’s all that matters 💗💗

This is the absolute sweetest! 🥹

The kids had been planning this surprise for well over a week, and when the morning of your and Bradley’s anniversary dawned, they could barely contain their excitement.

Five-year-old James was the first one up, scrambling into first Lydia’s and then Goose’s rooms to wake up his older siblings.

“Time to make breakfast for Mommy and Daddy!” he exclaimed brightly.

“Yes,” eight-year-old Lydia nodded, taking her little brother’s hand and holding a finger up to her lips. “But you have to be quiet, James. Otherwise it won’t be a surprise.”

James nodded, covering his mouth with his hand as the three children made their way into the kitchen.

As the oldest at ten, Goose put himself in charge of making the waffles—which he had seen you do hundreds of times—while Lydia made toast and James was entrusted with filling up two glasses of orange juice.

When everything was done, they carefully arranged it all on the breakfast tray that they knew you and Bradley always used whenever you were surprising a member of the family with breakfast in bed.

“Oh, wait, I’ll be right back!” Lydia said, hurrying out of the kitchen. She returned a few moments later with a couple of fresh flowers she had picked from the backyard. Placing them in a little cup, she set it on the tray as well. “Perfect!”

“Can I carry it?” James asked, looking up at his big brother.

“It’s pretty heavy, James. But how about you go ahead to open Mom and Dad’s door?” Goose suggested, hefting the tray into his arms.

“Okay!” James nodded enthusiastically, running up the stairs and down the hallway.

Giggling, Lydia followed behind, with Goose close on her heels.

As excited as he was, James pushed open the door to your bedroom and immediately ran into the room, jumping up into your bed and waking up you and Bradley. “Mommy! Daddy! Wake up! It’s your anni-bursary!”

Laughing, you and Bradley sat up, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Well, what do you know? It is,” Bradley grinned, pulling James into his arms and squeezing his stomach until your youngest child exploded into a fit of giggles. “Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Bradshaw,” he murmured, leaning over to give you a kiss.

“Mmm, Happy Anniversary to you, my love,” you smiled, pecking him softly on the lips one more time.

“We made you breakfast in bed!” Lydia announced proudly, holding up her arms to showcase the tray Goose was holding.

You gasped, smiling brightly. “You did? Oh, look at all this!” you cooed as Goose set the tray between you and Bradley.

“Happy Anniversary,” Goose beamed. “Do you like it?”

“Oh, we love it, my sweet babies,” you said, giving them each a kiss.

“What did we do to deserve such great kids, huh?” Bradley grinned, pulling all of them in for a bear hug.

In the end, the waffles were a little soggy and the toast was a little burnt and the glasses were a little sticky with orange juice, but it was the best meal you and Bradley could remember having in a long time.

Send me your softest Bradshaw Family thoughts.

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[wexhappyxfew]

crash landings and all

(a/n): to my annie x brady girlies, here is the piece i’ve since promised and since fallen in love with!!! featuring annie, brady, coffee cups and the rising sun + some heartfelt talks about reality. and of course all those emotions annie doesn’t really need but feels instead. enjoy!

It was 0600 and she couldn't sleep.

But this had been happening far too many times in the past few weeks for her to ignore it and call it nerves, or worry, or any other bothersome symptom that would have one of the girls nudging her and asking her if she was okay.

Which she was, alright?

Or she was at least trying to tell herself that.

When there were mornings without missions, that's usually when she would come and sit out, just outside of the mess hall, and stare out towards where the B-17s sat, silhouetted against the purple and pink skyline as the sun began to appear. She'd usually sit there for about an hour, before she started seeing people moving about, and then she'd disappear inside, grab herself a coffee, avoid one of Major Egan's horrible jokes in the morning, and then be on her way to her crew, or to Silver Bullets, or to anything really - to distract herself, get her mind active, get her brain focused on something other than the worry.

This morning was no different - beautiful as the early dawn was, it was also incredibly reflective. She'd sit in the silence, the only noise the breeze in the trees and past her ears, the birds beginning to wake up and sing. It was usually a lot of her convincing herself things were fine and that everything was okay. That she was okay. But usually that didn't last very long and she was off worrying about one of the girls, or that one damn engine on Silver Bullets, or better yet if Lemmons had screwed that one bolt in enough. It kind of ate her alive at the worst of times.

"Hey." Annie looked up and found, stepping down onto the step, and nestling in beside her was Brady, an outstretched hand with a steaming mug of coffee opposite her, and a tired smile on his face.

"Hey," Annie said, trying to hide her surprise and current spiral that she thought was normally drawn across her face, "you're up early. Thanks." She took the coffee and watched as he settled beside her with a sigh, sipping at his own cup of coffee and glanced her way.

"I could say the same about you." he said back, his voice still waking up it seemed from sleep, knocking her shoulder gently. Annie watched him, the first rays of the morning son painting his face a beautiful golden with his eyes and she nodded.

"Couldn't sleep." she told him honestly, "Haven't been sleeping too well anyway, so. What's not to lose with a sunrise, you know?" Brady watched her for a moment, his lanky knees bent up to his chest, the mug resting on his kneecap and his expression quiet.

"Something worrying you?" he asked her, seemingly the first assumption of many on this base - was something worrying her? The sun would shine and she'd be worried, she'd be sat at a table and someone would cough and she'd think she'd have to get the doctor, someone would come in with a headache and she'd assume the worst. So, yeah, maybe there was something wrong, but she wasn't about to spill that to Brady at 0600 in the morning.

"I just worry about the girls, you know how it is. Making sure people are sleeping, eating, feeling okay, not feeling too homesick they're bedridden. That their letters get sent, get read, they get comforted, listened to." Annie said, "Just making sure they're keeping what smiles they can on their faces." Brady caught her gaze as she glanced his way and she found a small smile lingering on her lips.

"It's just what I have to do. Make sure things work like a well-oiled machine." she told him honestly, sipping at the coffee, "I must say, you know how to make a coffee taste good." Brady smirked slightly, a bit of a laugh escaping his mouth, before he looked at her.

"I'm glad you like it," he told her, his voice tender, "but don't try to worry yourself over your crew. They're a good group of ladies flying a B-17. And they've got a great pilot to lead 'em."

"Thanks, John."

"Just make sure you keep an eye on yourself, alright," Brady said, leaning into her side a bit, causing her to glance his way, "you're a part of that crew and just as important." He spoke with a gentle ease of tone, but equally just as serious, like he was coaxing someone to calm down.

"John Brady, you are full of compliments this morning." Annie said quietly, sipping her coffee and peering at him over the edge of coffee cup, just in time to watch his ears flame red a bit and he gulped and smiled at her.

"I don't lie." he told her and Annie grinned and held his gaze for a moment.

"Humor me then," Annie said and a brief moment of reflection passed over Brady's face, "Croz sort of let it out, about those 'mechanical failures' when he mistook France for England…..what was that about…..?" Annie watched him expectantly and Brady's ears flamed a deeper red to the point it spread to his cheeks.

"Supposedly you covered for Croz, real gentlemanly, too, I must admit." Annie said, "Lying to Major Egan of all people, John Brady, I wouldn't suspect such a thing." Brady chuckled at her words and shook his head.

"I was putting it how it was," Brady said, "God, it was embarrassing though. In front of both Buck and Bucky. Land the plane on its belly, Croz vomiting just below, the thing about to blow up but it doesn't, our first introduction to the base. You do what you gotta do for the crew. I was a bit of a shithead to Croz, but to be flying over France -Nazi-occupied France - it wasn't the most pleasant." Annie smiled, watching him as he spoke.

Knowing how he cared how he flew, how he coped. He was so fluent in what he thought and believed, right and truthful. Caring, gentle, but firm and purposeful in his speech.

"The worst was that belly-landing though," Brady said, shaking his head as he sipped his coffee, "that was horrible." Annie watched as Brady seemed to relive it for a moment. She bit back her lip and then reached a hand forward and placed it on the sleeve of his wrist, the touch warm and welcoming and causing their eyes to meet.

"I crashed an AT-6 when I was doing hours for my license." Annie said - she had never dared to tell a soul such a thing, she wanted to take that to the grave, bury it, hide the humiliation. She'd jumped out of it like she was losing her mind, a lunatic sprinting across the base, with her hair ends crispy and black, her blonde hair suffering from the smoldering smoke, looking more monster than woman in that moment. Not her finest, but it had taught her a whole lot of lessons. Brady watched her for a moment, surprised.

"You?" Brady said with a nod, "Crashed not only a plane, but an AT-6? No, I don't believe you." Annie could get his joking tone pretty solid by this point and instead laughed at his words, leaning back to wrap her slightly cold fingertips around the mug and nodded.

"I did in fact crash-land it. Crazed eyes, hair-on-fire and all." Annie said and Brady watched her as if amazed.

"I must admit, it's hard for me to picture that because you're one of the best pilots I've ever met." Brady said and if she were honest, they both looked surprised as that came out of his mouth, but he was quickly talking next and she took a moment to relive those words.

"I mean, you look so calm and collected….what…what happened to warrant that?" he said, leaning a bit closer, evidently interested in the tale that had her losing her mind for weeks after.

"Truth be told, me learning to fly was like telling a fish to live in a tree," Annie said watching as Brady chuckled, "I wasn't always….this." She pointed to her face and Brady smirked.

"Oh c'mon, you're a goddamn good pilot, Annie, really." Brady said, and then smiled, "Go on though." Annie sent him a look with a playful smirk.

"You, asshole." she said and nudged his shoulder, "Don't try to get back at me with that or something in the future."

"Never, my lips are sealed." Brady said, sending her a wink - why would he do that at six am when she's somewhat still fogged with sleep and brain exhaustion.

"Anyway," Annie said, catching his smile again, "all the engines crapped out on me as I was coming in for the landing, the tower was telling me to eject, ejector was jammed, and the wheels were stuck at 45 degrees. So, I did what I could, braced myself and the thing slid across about hundreds of feet of sand before tilting to the side, me pouring out like Ma's soup for dinner. It was so bad, and horrifically embarrassing. God."

"Hey," Brady said, leaning into her peripheral, "'least you can say you know how it's done." Annie let out a laugh at his words then and there, her heart feeling warm for one of the first mornings sat out here; usually alone and now in good company.

"I mean, it wasn't the first time I even crashed landed." Brady offered with a shoulder shrug. Annie stared at him, trying to keep the smile from her lips.

"You're joking."

"Wish I was, Annie," Brady said, "back in training, went down, Croz could tell you all about it. Became pretty well-known among the base and the training groups." He smiled.

"But," he said, "'least I can say I did it." Annie let out a laugh, clasping a hand over her mouth as she glanced at him and watched him chuckle, his eyes glowing in the morning sun that was slowly peaking its way over the horizon line.

"You should join me for mornings like this more often," Annie said quietly, looking out towards the sunlight, "get some things off your chest. It's why I do well….usually alone, but it helps me think. Through things like that." She looked over and met his gaze and smiled. His expressions in the early morning were so much gentler than at dinner, and it almost made her wish he could stay like that forever in some selfish way. All of them, truth be told.

"I think I will," Brady said, "I'm glad you like the coffee. I wasn't sure what you went for, but….you seemed like a cream type of person."

"You either are really good as guessing or someone snitched." Annie said, catching Brady smirking.

"Nah, Bessie was in there the other day getting coffee for you two. I know she drinks straight black and was wondering who the hell she'd be getting a coffee full of creamer for so…." Brady admitted, glancing her way, "I hope you enjoy it." Annie looked to the cup of coffee and took another lingering sip. She wanted to stay like this for a while, freeze time maybe. But that would never be such a thing in their lives.

"We should take a spin together some time," Annie said looking towards him, a smile growing on her lips, "if you ever wanted to be in Silver Bullets when she gets going in the air. You could be my co-pilot." Brady watched her, his face still for a moment, held in a graceful balance of seriousness and surprise and then the corner of his lips ticked upwards.

"I think Francis would drop-kick me from the cockpit." Brady whispered quietly to her and Annie chuckled.

"She'd be fine with it, I swear to you," Annie said, "maybe not anytime soon, as long as we're going up, dropping bombs and all. But maybe when this whole thing ends. And we just get to be. When we get to go home." Looking over, she found Brady already watching her. Home, seemed to echo in her mind the longer she held his gaze.

"Hey! That you Brady?" Annie watched Brady turn away from her face and glance behind her, her own gaze following to find Crank coming towards them, waving an arm, "Buck's been trying to get a-hold of you!" Brady nodded and then looked back at her, a sudden shift in whatever it was that existed between them. He slowly got to his feet, brushed off his pants and then stopped to lean down towards her ear.

"I'd love to be your co-pilot," Brady whispered, sending chills up her neck, "ma'am." Then, he was up and off, sending her cheeks flaming red, her eyes going over her shoulder, as he went and caught up to Crank, shaking his hand and nodding to him, exchanging all the pleasantries. Annie caught his eyes one final time as he glanced back at her. He winked.

#im so normal about them i swear #THEM!!!! #annie bradshaw #john brady #annie x brady #john brady x oc #listen they were going through and its john brady so ofc he had to find a way to make her blush :')))) #very excited to continue just writing them #can promise they do get to take that spin in silver bullets together ;D #THEMMMMM #an absolute joy these two #proud of this one :) #enjoy!! #masters of the air #mota #mota writings #silver bullets

[indynerdgirl]

The Red Zone

Ronnie Bradshaw just got her dream job: Tight end coach for the Indianapolis Colts, making her just the second female position coach ever in the NFL. Everyone thinks the Colts were crazy to hire her so she's determined to prove the naysayers wrong. What she didn't expect was one of those naysayers to be one of her own players. Tight end Jake Seresin is arrogant, has a reputation as the team asshole, and is seemingly determined to drive her insane. Ronnie tries with all her might to resist him and his southern charm, but it’s no use. Jake's charm wins out and she falls for him — only for everything around her to start falling apart when a pregnancy test returns positive. 

Inspired by all of the conversations @anniesocsandgeneralstore and I have been having about the NFL AU we've started to put together for Jake and her OC, Ronnie Bradshaw, I decided to make a playlist!

#The Red Zone #annie's fantastic fanfiction #top gun maverick #jake seresin x oc #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #ronnie bradshaw #jake seresin x ronnie bradshaw #NFL AU #top gun maverick AU #top gun #top gun au

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Rooster:...I love you, Jake.

Hangman: I love you back.

Rooster: I didn't like livin' without you.

Hangman(grins): Keep talkin'...

Rooster: You're everybody in the whole world.

Hangman: Keep talkin'...

Rooster: I'm gonna marry you, Jake -

Hangman: - You can stop right there.

#incorrect quotes #hangaroo #hangster #hangman x rooster #original: annie get your gun (musical) #bradley bradshaw #jake seresin #rooster bradshaw #hangman seresin #top gun maverick

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

BABY

For the prompts; come over here and overwhelm me + in a hotel room,  up against the window overlooking a busy city.

BUT ITS DILF!JAKE please! Like they’ve attended a navy gala or whatever, Jake is an admiral, someone is watching the kids and it’s just them

DILF!JAKE DILF!JAKE DILF!JAKE thank you for this Fe...I simply let this get away from me....

prompt: in a hotel room, up against the window overlooking a busy city

word count: 2029

warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ONLY MINORS DNI ( some plot, dilf!jake, lots of teasing, slightly dom jake, kinda public sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected pinv, slight voyeurism)

Jake got down from the stage when his portion of the ceremony was over. When he was done pinning medals and ribbons on bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Lieutenants and Commanders. He shook hands as he serpentined his way back to the table where Ronnie sat waiting for him. Smiling and leaning in close to hear what the older Admirals and slightly younger Captains had to say. He laughed and schmoozed and made people feel important. 

But no one felt as important, as loved, as seen as Admiral Seresin’s wife — sitting at their table with eyes only for him as she watched him make his way back to her.

“How many kids do you guys have now?” Mrs. Lawson, wife of some other Admiral, asked with a smile as she leaned closer to Ronnie. 

“Three,” Ronnie sighed, smiling at the older woman. “Maisie, Noah, and Rhodes.”

Ronnie pulled her phone from her clutch and showed a picture of the three of them to Mrs. Lawson, who cooed. “Adorable. And where are they tonight?”

“The Admiral and I actually took the week leading up to this off — little vacation. So they’re back home with his parents in Texas getting spoiled rotten.”

“Oh, what fun! I love when the littles get to stay with us,” Mrs. Lawson said. 

Jake finally made it back to his seat, sinking down beside Ronnie with a small sigh. He drank greedily from his glass of water, throat parched from the elaborate ceremony and then the chatter on his way back. He set his glass down and smiled as Ronnie continued to be engrossed in conversation with Mrs. Lawson. The two of them fawning over pictures of the Lawson grandbabies. Jake was more than content to sit and listen and watch. His arm propped up behind her chair as he looked at her with a fond smile. 

Ronnie looked beautiful tonight. She wore that dress he had picked out for her especially. Green chiffon like his eyes with gold sequins on the bodice. He had sent her to the best makeup and hair stylists in DC just for this event — everything done to perfection and leaving Ronnie feeling just as beautiful as she always looked to him. She looked like a dream. A princess. His princess. His dream. Even after all these years. Even after three kids and too many arguments to count and tears shed and greys and wrinkles starting to show. 

As he continued to watch her, watch her lips form around a laugh and words he couldn’t really hear, Jake felt his cock twitch in his pants.

He was quick to adjust himself, scoot back further in his chair and tug at the pant of his dress blues. He focused his gaze on the stitch in the cream tablecloth, willing himself to calm down and not walk out of this important awards ceremony with a visible semi. A gentle hand was placed on his arm and he looked over to see Ronnie smiling at him concerned. 

“You good?” she asked, head tilted to one side. 

“M’good,” Jake gruffed out in reply.

Oh, but Ronnie knew better. She knew his tells like the back of her own hand. Like her favorite novel. Her eyebrow ticked up as she took in the slight flush of his cheeks, the dilation of his pupils, and the way he was sitting in his chair. 

Ronnie gave him an incredulous look as it finally clicked. “Jake Seresin. Right now?”

“What can I say?” Jake shrugged, not even slightly sheepish, as he grabbed hold of her chair and pulled her closer to him — arm wrapping around her waist. “You look really good, sweets.”

“Mm, you do too.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek as she placed her hand on his thigh. 

He gave her a look as she squeezed the strong muscle just beneath, huffing harshly through his nose when his cock began to get that familiar ache. Then Ronnie went back to her conversation with Mrs. Lawson, leaving Jake staring at the tablecloth and breathing deeply beside her. Her hand still as could be on his thigh.

It felt like an eternity for the rest of the awards ceremony to finish. Ronnie squeezing his thigh, rubbing up and down the fabric of his blue pants, and occasionally snaking her hand over his growing bulge. Even after all this time, she could be such a tease. 

They had to walk out of the ballroom with Ronnie walking directly in front of her husband, his hands firm on her waist to keep her in place, in order to hide what was no longer a semi and definitely a raging hard-on.

Another Admiral stopped them in the hotel lobby, wanting to quickly ask how the kids were doing and what Jake was getting up to at Fort Worth with his newest recruits. Jake tried to keep steady, keep his voice even as he talked about Maisie starting fifth grade and Rhodes loving to skate just like his mom. But then Ronnie took her teasing to the next level. As Jake switched subjects to discuss his training regiment with his pilots, she subtly ground her ass back into his hardened length. 

He was able to cover up his groan with a cough and continue on his conversation. But he squeezed Ronnie’s sides tight. A warning for her to stop and she followed that warning with teeth clamped down hard on her lip. She knew she was pushing it, doing that in front of one of his colleagues — an Admiral with one more star than he had. But she really just couldn’t help it.

She behaved the rest of the way up to their hotel room. 

With the door closed and locked, Jake walked to the center of the room as he undid the buttons of his dress blues jacket. He laid the jacket down on the desk chair in the corner and it was quickly joined by the white button-up he was wearing beneath it. Leaving him only in his white undershirt, blue dress pants, and his finely polished shoes. All of this was done in silence with Ronnie just standing there watching him — her clutch left on the table and her heels kicked off at the door.

Jake turned to her once his own shoes were toed off, socked feet padding towards her quietly as his green eyes bored right into her. It made her chest heave in anticipation the closer and closer he got. 

“You can be such a tease sometimes,” he growled as he cupped her jaw in his hand.

She leveled him with a look. “So can you.”

“Touche.” But his expression turned dark as he pulled her in flush against his chest. “But I don’t tease you in front of your boss, do I?”

“I don’t have a boss,” she replied breathlessly, again, knowing she was pushing it but God this side of Jake didn’t come out often and she wanted to see how far she could take it. “Technically, if we think about it, Maisie is the boss of me. She’s too much like you.”

Jake bit back a grin at her comment about their daughter. It was the truth. But he was too keyed up and too annoyed at her teasing to laugh at it. Instead, he kissed her. Harsh and bruising and full of teeth nipping at lips and nearly bending her backwards as he searched blindly for the zip of her dress. He found it with a small noise of success as he bit down on her bottom lip — pulling back her swollen flesh as he yanked the zipper down. Leaving her in nothing but her delicate lace panties. 

He groaned appreciatively as he stepped back from her, watched her thighs rub together to try and relieve the growing pressure between her legs. He smirked as his eyes landed on her flushed face, her blown pupils, the way her hands reached up to toy with her breasts in some gamble to entice him to touch himself. 

But Jake had already made up his mind. She needed a bit of punishment, a reminder not to do what she did in the lobby again. 

“Take these off.” He hooked a finger in the waistband of her lace and snapped it back against her hip. “And stand in front of the window.” 

He jerked his head back slightly towards the window he wanted. Their room was on the fifth floor overlooking downtown Washington DC. There were offices and apartments right across the street. And the hotel was nice, really nice. The windows floor to ceiling and right now the curtains were completely open. Ronnie bit her lip as a thrill went down her spine, making her shudder. 

She did as she was told quietly. Taking off her panties, Jake watched and held out his hand for them once she was done. Ronnie looked up at him as she passed them off, doe-eyed and batting her lashes at him innocently. Then she walked over to the windows, hips swaying in that way Jake liked.

Standing there completely naked, for anyone to see, Ronnie watched the DC nightlife go by as she waited for Jake to come to her. Over her shoulder, she heard Jake groan softly as he inspected her panties. 

“Your fuckin’ soaked already, aren’t ya, darlin’?” Jake asked as he pressed his chest into her bare back. 

She whined quietly at the feeling of his shirt and pants against her skin. He was still wearing them, even while she was completely bare. Jake’s hands clamped down on her waist to hold her still as he bit her earlobe. 

“You were so mouthy just a second ago,” he hissed in her ear. “I asked you a question.” 

“Yes, yes!” Ronnie gasped. “I’m fucking dripping…Just for you, Jay.”

Taking hold his hand, he allowed her to drag his fingers down to her aching core. And she was right. She was wet, dripping down her thighs. She made a soft little oh noise as he pushed his fingers through her folds, teasing around her clit and at her entrance.

“Jesus,” Jake grunted as he easily inserted two fingers inside her, forcing her up on her toes as he curled them into that spongey spot he loved. “Is it the fact anyone could see you right now? Completely naked for me — getting off on my fingers? Anyone could just look up and see you. Even that three-star Admiral who was eyeing your tits earlier.”

Ronnie gasped as he pressed his thumb hard into her clit, her hands shooting up to the glass to keep herself upright. “Yes — mm — Jay. Want people to look. Want them to see you fuck me so good.” 

Jake growled, a rumble deep in his chest as he pulled his fingers from her cunt. Ronnie cried out at the loss, falling further into the glass. Jake quickly undid his pants and pulled out his dick, pumping himself a few times before sliding completely inside her with one smooth thrust.

“Oh, yes, Jake — fuck — ah!”

He pushed her completely flush with the window, her tits pressed against the cold glass. A stark contrast to the heat of Jake moving, thrusting at a brutal pace behind her. He forced his fingers into her perfect updo, pushing her face against the window and making her drool as she took all that he gave her.

“Fuck, I want you to tease me,” Jake breathed harshly into her shoulder. “Want all those fuckers to know that I belong to you — that hot mama with perfect tits.” 

Despite everything, despite how turned on and desperate she was, Ronnie laughed. And Jake laughed too. His other hand snaked around to strum at her clit — and after that she was a goner. Pushing back against his thrusts and clenching down on him so tight Jake was sure her pussy was trying to push him out. He thrust up into her once, twice, three more times before he spilled inside her with his teeth biting into her shoulder. 

“I’m yours,” Ronnie panted, hand reaching back to hold the back of his head. “You're mine. Always. Forever.”

#annie answers #smut prompts #writing prompts #oc: ronnie bradshaw #fic: come over here and overwhelm me #fic: what happens in texas stays in texas #fd: top gun #jake seresin x ronnie bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin x oc #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine #dilf!hangman

[blue-aconite]

random fic title: Golden In Our Hearts

love ya Fe 💕

Golden in Our Hearts

Bradley always wanted to be near her. No matter where in the world he was, he knew his rightful place was by her side.

He pulled the hood further over his eyes, making sure they couldn’t spot him. He was tucked in a corner booth, out of sight but close enough to observe them. She laughed at something he said and Bradley wanted to punch something. She shouldn’t be laughing with someone else. She was his. She just didn’t know it yet.

#ask games #fe loves annie #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw

[whiskeyswriting]

🥳 1 yr Anni celebration moodboard 💙

Cowboy Take Me Away with Bradley

#mrsjaderogers #whiskey talks crap #oh it’s some mail 💌 #Whiskey's Moodboards #Whiskey's Answers #mrsjaderogersanswers #Whiskey’s 1 Year Anni Celebration #Whiskey’s Answers #WhiskeysAnswers #WhiskeyTalksCrap #mrsjaderogerswrites #WhiskeyWrites #Whiskeys1YearAnniCelebration #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x oc

[bobfloydsbabe]

FIC REC FRIDAY | october 27th 2023

here to stay – @anniesocsandgeneralstore ↳ rhett abbott x oc

WHY I LOVE IT

Here to Stay was my introduction to Annie’s work, and it’s one of the best Rhett fics I have ever read. I instantly loved her storytelling ability and the skill with which she sets the scene, painting a vivid picture of a world I don’t truly know or understand. She puts her heart and soul into the fic and it shows through the care and attention she pays to every single element of the story. Details that may appear insignificant at first glance often turn out to provide a vital piece of information that readers need to store for later. This version of the fic is a rewrite, and while I loved the original, this iteration is much richer and well-developed. Annie offers readers a small glimpse at small town life where everyone knows everyone even if it’s not by name, and she does this through setting, secondary characters, and a sense of community. The characterization of Rhett is on point, giving off that devil-may-care attitude when he, in fact, cares deeply. Annie portrays the internal struggle beautifully and with a mastery I can’t help but admire. Sometimes OCs can feel misplaced in the world they appear in, but that could not be further from the case with Tessa Abernathy. She fits seamlessly into the story as if she were part of the show to begin with, and the addition of flashbacks and memories makes it even more believable. She has friends, family, a job, wants and desires. Flaws, even. Tessa’s about as three dimensional as an OC can get. She shows us that talented writers invest time in developing their characters and understanding their motivations, even if readers don't know them yet. Rhett and Tessa’s budding friendship and romance are at the center of this story, and it sometimes feels as if you’re standing in the room with them. It’s sweet and a little awkward between them, just like it would be in the real world. They make mistakes, but do their best to make it right and be mature about it. It takes a special kind of writer to make you feel when the characters are falling in love as opposed to simply being told, and it’s a skill that Annie has mastered.

TOP 3 REASONS YOU SHOULD READ IT TOO

➛ If you like a slow-burn fic with the friends(ish) to lovers trope and a healthy dose of angst and mystery, this one's for you.

➛ Exceptional world building and storytelling makes this fic a must read for Rhett fans.

➛ If you just can't get enough of Rhett and Tessa, there are plenty of AUs to explore. Some are cute, some spicy, and some funny. All are equally as good as the original story. One of my favorites is the lumen soulmates AU.

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