redhope446

[redhope446]

Hi everyone! Thought I’d write a short description about me so we can know each other better.

I’m 19 and from Australia, though I dream of living in London or New York one day. I love reading and writing, and my favorite book series is Twisted by Ana Huang. I’m also new to Tumblr and still figuring out how it works, but I’m excited to connect and share my journey!

[redhope446]

Anchored Desire- One

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Synopsis: You joined a naval crew to write a story, but Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw is making it impossible to focus. His cocky charm and constant flirting have the tension between you both building, and you’re not sure how much longer you can resist.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, flirting, kissing

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The sharp scent of salt filled the air as the Pacific Ocean stretched endlessly before you. You leaned against the ship’s railing, the wind tugging at your hair as you watched the sun melt into the horizon. The golden-orange hues painted across the water were beautiful, but the gnawing unease in your chest made it hard to fully appreciate the view.

This assignment was supposed to be simple: embed with a naval squadron, write a feature piece about the lives of fighter pilots, and return home with a killer story. You hadn’t expected the chaos of life at sea, the ceaseless motion of the ship, or the crew’s endless energy. And you certainly hadn’t expected Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw.

You’d seen him the moment you boarded. He was impossible to miss—the broad shoulders, the aviator sunglasses, the cocky grin that could disarm anyone in a five-mile radius. He exuded confidence in a way that made it hard not to look at him, even when you told yourself not to. Unfortunately, he seemed to know exactly the effect he had on you.

“Didn’t think you’d last this long,” a familiar, teasing voice cut through your thoughts.

You glanced over your shoulder, and there he was, leaning casually against the railing a few feet away. His flight suit was unzipped halfway, revealing the gray undershirt clinging to his chest. His dog tags gleamed in the fading sunlight, drawing your eyes for just a second too long.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you shot back, turning to face him fully.

Rooster smirked, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that infuriatingly charming way. “Just saying, most people who aren’t used to life at sea don’t look as steady as you do right now. Guess I underestimated you.”

“Guess you did,” you replied, lifting your chin slightly. “I can handle myself just fine, thanks.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” he said, taking a step closer. His voice dropped slightly, carrying a hint of something warmer, something that made your pulse quicken. “But you’re new here, and this isn’t exactly a walk in the park. Might help to have someone looking out for you.”

“Let me guess,” you said, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. “You’re volunteering?”

He shrugged, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Just doing my civic duty. Wouldn’t want you falling overboard or anything.”

The ship rocked slightly, and you instinctively reached for the railing to steady yourself. Rooster’s smirk deepened. “Careful there. Starting to think you might need my help after all.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, though the warmth creeping up your neck betrayed your composure.

“Sure you are,” he said, stepping closer until he was barely a foot away. His gaze lingered on your face, then dropped, just briefly, to your lips. When he met your eyes again, the playful edge was still there, but it was joined by something darker, something that made your stomach flip.

“You always this cocky?” you asked, trying to sound unimpressed, but your voice wavered slightly.

“Only when I’m right,” he replied smoothly. “And I’m pretty good at reading people. For example…” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “I think you like the attention more than you’re letting on.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. His proximity, the low rumble of his voice, and the heat radiating off him left you momentarily speechless.

“Cat got your tongue?” he teased, a hint of laughter in his tone.

“Maybe I just don’t think you’re worth responding to,” you finally managed, though the flush in your cheeks betrayed your words.

“Hmm.” He tilted his head, studying you. “You’re feisty. I like that.”

Before you could retort, the ship rocked again, harder this time, and you lost your footing. Rooster’s hands shot out, catching you by the waist and pulling you against him. The impact sent a jolt through your body as you found yourself pressed against his chest.

“You’ve got to stop falling for me,” he said, grinning down at you.

You groaned, your face burning as you tried to pull away. “You’re insufferable.”

“But you’re still here,” he pointed out, his hands lingering on your waist longer than necessary.

“Not by choice,” you muttered, though the way your heart was racing told a different story.

“Whatever you say,” he said, finally letting you go but not stepping back. His eyes searched your face, and for a moment, the teasing grin softened into something more genuine.

The two of you stood there, the tension thick between you as the sun dipped below the horizon. The distant sound of waves crashing against the ship filled the silence, but all you could focus on was the way his gaze lingered on yours.

“Why are you really here?” he asked suddenly, his voice quieter now.

You blinked, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. “What do you mean?”

“You’re good at deflecting,” he said, leaning against the railing again, though he didn’t move far from you. “But you’ve got this look, like there’s more going on under the surface. I’m curious.”

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. He had a way of cutting through your defenses, and it made you nervous. “Maybe I just like a good story,” you said finally.

“Or maybe you’re looking for something more,” he countered, his gaze steady.

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. You didn’t know what to say, and for once, Rooster didn’t fill the silence with a joke or a smirk. He just watched you, his expression unreadable.

The ship rocked again, and this time, you didn’t stumble. But as you gripped the railing, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Bradley Bradshaw was far more dangerous than you’d given him credit for—and not because of his skills as a pilot.

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You guys want part two? Or seperate fanfic?

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Ground By You

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw Fanfic

Synopsis: Your at a party at the hanger with the rest of the crew. You and Rooster have been enemies since you could remember, but the past few weeks have been different and Rooster could feel it too.

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, arguing, enemies to lovers, mention of drinking

The hangar was alive with music and laughter, a haze of cigarette smoke and spilled beer hanging in the air. The kind of party that always sprang up after a long week of training—an unspoken agreement among the squad to blow off steam and forget how high the stakes were just for a few hours.

I leaned against a folding table, the cool metal pressing into my arms as I watched the chaos unfold. Someone had dragged a speaker into the corner, and Fleetwood Mac’s The Chain blared over the chatter. Pilots danced with abandon, the booze loosening their usual sharp-edged precision.

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw stood across the room, a beer dangling from his fingers as he laughed at something Jake “Hangman” Seresin had said. His head tipped back, golden-brown hair catching the low light, and his Hawaiian shirt was open just enough to showcase the dog tags resting against his chest. He was magnetic in the way that irritated me the most—effortlessly charming, smug, and too damn good at everything.

He caught me looking.

I turned away quickly, but it was too late. I could feel his gaze linger, and I could hear his boots against the concrete floor as he started toward me.

“Y/N,” his voice carried easily over the noise, smooth and infuriating. “Looking lonely over here.”

I didn’t bother to mask my groan as I turned to face him. “And here I was hoping for some peace.”

“Quiet? At a party? You don’t know how to have fun, do you?” He grinned, taking a long sip of his beer before setting it on the table beside me.

“Fun isn’t your obnoxious commentary, Bradshaw.”

His smile faltered just enough to give me a sliver of satisfaction, but it came back twice as cocky. “You know, for someone so good in the air, you’ve got no sense of humour.”

I clenched my jaw, refusing to rise to the bait. “Why are you even here? Don’t you have people to charm and drinks to finish?”

“I’m right where I want to be.” His voice dropped slightly, softer but no less maddening.

I rolled my eyes, taking a step away from him, but he followed. “What’s your problem with me, Y/N? Really?”

“Do you want the list alphabetically or by importance?” I snapped, turning to face him fully.

His grin disappeared, his expression hardening. “I’m serious.”

“So am I,” I said, my tone biting. “You walk around like you’re untouchable like you can just breeze through life without a care. Some of us don’t have that luxury.”

His eyes narrowed, the playful glint replaced by something darker. “You think I don’t care? That I don’t take this seriously?”

I crossed my arms, refusing to back down. “You hide behind that damn smirk and those stupid sunglasses like it’s all a game.”

He stepped closer, the space between us shrinking. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.”

“I know enough,” I shot back, my voice rising.

The tension between us crackled, the noise of the party fading into the background. My pulse hammered in my ears as his eyes locked on mine, blazing with a mix of frustration and something I couldn’t quite name.

“You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“And you’re unbearable,” I snapped, pushing past him toward the bathroom.

I didn’t stop until I was inside, the door slamming shut behind me. The quiet was jarring, the muffled music barely seeping through the walls. I leaned against the sink, my hands gripping the edge as I tried to steady my breathing.

The door creaked open, and I didn’t have to look to know it was him.

“Rooster, I swear to God—”

He shut the door, his broad frame blocking the exit. “No. You don’t get to walk away from this.”

I turned to face him, my frustration boiling over. “What do you want from me, Bradshaw? An apology? Validation? I don’t owe you anything.”

His jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “I want you to stop pretending like you don’t feel it.”

The words stopped me cold.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice quieter now, unsteady.

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “This. Us. The way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. The way you push me away every time I get too close.”

I opened my mouth to deny it, to tell him he was wrong, but no sound came out.

“Just say it,” he pressed, his voice rough. “Tell me you don’t feel anything, and I’ll walk out of here right now.”

I hated him in that moment. Hated how he saw through every defence I’d carefully built. Hated how my heart betrayed me, pounding like it wanted me to close the distance between us.

“I…” The word caught in my throat, and that was all it took.

He closed the space between us in two quick strides, his hands cupping my face as his lips crashed into mine. The kiss was a collision, fiery and desperate, weeks of tension finally snapping like a rubber band pulled too tight.

I kissed him back just as fiercely, my fingers twisting into his shirt as I pulled him closer. The edge of the sink pressed into my back, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the heat of his body, the way his hands slid down to grip my waist, anchoring me to him.

When we finally broke apart, both of us gasping for air, his forehead rested against mine.

“I hate you,” I whispered, my voice shaky but lacking conviction.

He chuckled, low and breathless. “No, you don’t.”

And damn it, he was right.

[redhope446]

Hiding in the Shower

Crush x Y/N

Before the story begins I would just like to clarify - This is written by me, redhope446. However, I did have inspiration from the 'bathroom scene' in Pretty Little Liars, between Hannah and Caleb.

Synopsis: Y/N walks into the bathroom where her crush is showering to find something, but her mum walks in as well and she must hide in the shower to make sure her crush doesn't get caught.

Warnings: Fluff, nudity, kissing.

“Can you hand me my mascara?”

“I’m in the shower!”

“Can I just come in and grab it?”

“Sure.”

Walking into the bathroom I began to search for my mascara. I swore I left it right here. I didn’t particularly want to be in the bathroom at this time. Considering that the man I have been in love with since I could remember is behind the shower curtain. Completely naked.

“You know, if you guys cleaned this shower head, you could have amazing water pressure.” He said teasingly.

“Y/N? Is my phone in your bathroom?” Sugar.

“I’m in the shower, mum!” I shouted, stalling her as I figured a way out of this one. C/N was not supposed to be here, he wasn’t even allowed in this house after the incident with my parents and his a few months ago. But when his parents kicked him out, I couldn’t just leave him on the streets, right?

I heard the bathroom door handle and scrambled into the shower with C/N. Pushing him against the wall, I threw my hand to his mouth to make sure he wouldn’t spoil this by getting us caught.

“I was halfway to the office before I realized I didn’t have it with me,” Mum muttered.

C/N had a grin on his face and it was growing with every roll of my eyes.

“What is with this charger?” She continued to make conversation with me, completely oblivious to what was happening beside her. “I only have two bars.”

“Mum, I can’t talk right now. I’m getting shampoo in my mouth.” I scowled.

“Okay, alright. See you at dinner.” Finally, she left the bathroom. I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

Removing my hand from C/N’s mouth I lowered it to my side.

“Want to share a towel too?” He joked, making the grin on his face grow and my eyes roll again. Slowly, he turned around, prepared to continue his shower.

Without thinking, I let my eyes trail down his backside. Glancing down his shoulders, to his lower back, and slightly further.

I knew he felt me watching but it didn’t fully click in my mind until he spun around and smirked at me. Oh, no. 

He walked towards me, forcing me into the back wall. One hand rested on my hip while the other stayed above my head, against the shower wall. “See something you like, love?” He asked, making a blush form over my cheeks.

Unable to hold eye contact, I focused on my hands lying on his chest. He was soaked from the shower, his hair drenched and placed over his forehead. I had never been so attracted to a man before right now.

“Look at me.”

The dominance in his voice was overwhelming, and I couldn’t not obey him. Meeting his eyes, my lips parted. They were dark and hungry. Almost… starved.

Before I could process what was happening, his lips were on mine. It was soft and gentle to start with. But when he asked for access and I allowed, there was no going back. His tongue fought with mine as if everything he ever wanted was in me. 

It becomes rough and demanding. We’d both lost our patience.

My hands slid behind his neck as he rested on my hips, pulling me closer to him.

The front door slammed closed, and we both pulled back. Separating from each other and finally catching our breaths.

What do we do now?