#annie brady holy heck

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Annie Brady… has quite a nice ring to it

my initial reaction to this more than anything because i saw the first half of this ask as annie brady and SCREAMED:

MR AND MRS BRADY!!!!!! john and annie brady!!!!! brb going to go sob because that’s what they deserve more than anything 😭 what i’d give to give that to them <333333

(and u are SO RIGHT it has such a nice ring to it omg 😭)

ANNIE. BRADY.

going to go have a moment with this ask anon fr, it has a beautiful ring to it

thank you for this ask hehe :)

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24. whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

For Annie and Brady please!!! I adore them and your writing!

HI ANON!!!! thank you so much for stopping by the askbox!! greatly appreciated, especially when it is annie and brady!! :) these two have my heart and deserve all the best things life has to offer. please enjoy this take on the prompt and these two just being so soft on each other (and brady well....brady being BOLD). lmao! ENJOYYYY!!! thank you for all the love on them! :D

you in my A-2

(a/n): partially inspired by the prompt, partially by an ask i got earlier. just....annie x brady getting more and more comfortable and slowly realizing things about this war that they didn't realize earlier. them. them them them. i need them to be the happiest they can be when this is all done :')

Ever since that first night in the Stalag that she'd crawled into the bunk with Brady, it had become a nightly thing that she'd evacuate by the time morning came, but yearned for with each passing day.

Where it was just the two of them, side by side, curled into one another's bodies, their eyes the only innocent thing held between one another in this horrid place.

Sometimes they'd talk, whispering quietly between another about random things, about some of the sad things of the world, about their lives back home that would be entirely different if they ever got out of here. Sometimes they'd just stare at each other, with what little light there was from the moon outside or the lights from the guard huts outside.

And by that point, Brady would usually thread his fingers into her somewhat tangled hair and she'd apologize for something she could hardly control and he'd whisper all the sweet things that it was fine, he just wanted to be there with her. And that usually lent to her fingertips brushing against his stubbled cheeks, her pointer finger tracing all those stress lines that popped out when it was just them, or she'd let her hands dip into his hair and brush it back in a calming motion that usually got him right to sleep.

And so by morning, when she was back in her bunk, curled in her blanket, looking across the way as people would start moving about, waking up, rubbing their eyes, yawning and stretching, she'd meet Brady's gaze from across the room and they'd share that silent look that meant more than whatever words either of them would manage to find.

It never went past that - the longing looks, the occasional forehead kiss. Maybe they were both scared to go over that line they'd drawn. That maybe if there was anything more, they'd lose it just as quick.

As Annie slid out of her bunk and crossed the small room towards where Brady was, she couldn't help but feel her heart bit a little faster just at the sight of him asleep there - his face scrunched up in a way that made her heart ache. The visible stress on his face even in his sleep made her want to pull him right into her arms and tell him over and over that everything would be okay, that they'd make it out, that she was okay beyond anything. Because he cared so much, that he stopped taking care of himself sometimes. And she always would pick up what pieces were lost and stitch them back together again and hold him in the darkness.

As she approached, she softly bit back her lip and reached out to prod him awake, which always made her feel guilty for doing such a thing, but he welcomed it and told her it was fine, despite her want to make sure he got a full nights sleep. Brady woke with a shake awake and turned to look towards her and smiled softly in the darkness.

"Hey," he whispered, before opening up the blanket, "hop in." Annie watched him for a moment, before her cheeks warmed - they always did when he looked at her like that - and she slid in beside him and let him engulf her in a mixture of his arms and blanket.

The second she felt her body pressed against his in the cocoon of blankets and warmth, her worries were stripped away, as they normally always were. She curled herself against the heat from his neck, her body begging for some sort of comfort in all of this, as he pressed a kiss against her temple, something he'd grown more akin to recently it seemed. It's not that they didn't want people to see them, it was more of the fact that they finally were back with each other and trying to keep things like they had been back at Thorpe Abbotts - friendly, maybe dancing the line of flirting but not nothing more. But here at the Stalag, they were anything but. And they both seemed to recognize that.

"You doing okay?" he whispered softly against her ear as she cuddled further into him the best she could and sighed, "That cold finally going away?" She nodded against him.

"Yeah," she whispered, "just a little bit of a stuffy nose, but can't complain. How about you?" She leaned back from him, from his warmth and smiled at him as she leaned a hand up against her head. Reaching forward, she ran her hands through his hair and watched a sense of calm wash over his form for a minute as she did so. And it did settle Annie's own nerves and worry for Brady that she constantly endured day in and day out. She always worried about him and seemed, but it was always mutual for the two of them.

"Okay," he said quietly, before the corner of his lip turned upward, "better now that you're here, I gotta admit." Her cheeks warmed and she shook her head before holding his gaze in her own.

"You're too sweet on me, John Brady." she whispered softly to him, cupping his cheek for a minute and brushing her thumb across his cheek as she grinned at him with her rosy cheeks. Brady watched her, that slightly far-off look in his eyes, a hint of a smile. He grinned.

"You deserve it, Annie," he whispered back to her, reaching up his own hand and brushing his fingers against her warm cheek and grinning, "that and you blush red like a tomato."

"You a fan of that?" she whispered back quickly with a laugh and she watched him bit his lip and smirk.

"I'd say I'm a big fan of that," he whispered back, "'specially when you look like this." Annie watched him - she could probably be covered in mud and he'd be staring at the way he currently was. And now, stuck in a Stalag camp, looking slightly malnourished and sickly, with slightly matted hair and sunken in eyes and he still looked at her like that and said things like that.

"I could say much of the same," she whispered back to him, turning her head slightly to nuzzle into his hand against her cheek, "you look cute when you blush." John Brady did in fact blush when she said that, even though she couldn't even really see much of his face in that darkness of the room. She grinned and then leaned forward and cuddled into his neck again, Brady chuckling the slightest bit as he curled into her as well.

"You're so warm." Annie whispered against his neck as the rumble from his throat echoed in her ear and made her grin like a loon, "You're like a personal blanket." That got him to chuckle quietly again as her lips danced near her ear and she could practically hear each and every breath that left his lips - a mixture of knowing he was alive and right there next to her - and even more so; knowing that all they were in that moment right now were two people dying for an ounce of comfort in this world.

"Consider me your personal blanket," he whispered back as his lips continued to ghost over her ears, "I was thinking….." Annie listened to him trail off and gulped for a moment as his breath trembled and his heart pounded.

"I'd give anything if it was me and you back at Thorpe Abbotts, just you in my A-2 jacket and nothing else." he whispered and her body grew hot - whether from his soft, husky voice in her ear or the way his hands had found their way underneath her clothes, fingertips grazing her bare back, traversing her battered and hot skin, her thoughts were suddenly in a blunder and all she could think about well was….that. Annie pulled back from her spot curled against his neck and met his gaze.

"Just your A-2?" she whispered softly, looking at him shyly from underneath her eyelashes, a small smile growing on her face as a look dawned on his features that almost seemed like he hadn't meant to let that slip from his lips, but it had, "What does that mean for you?" Brady watched her, the look in his eyes matching the touch of his fingertips on her skin and she suddenly couldn't focus on anything else but that gentle touch of his fingertips. He leaned closer and brushed his lips against her forehead again with that tender touch.

"You can have me anyway you want me." he whispered against her forehead and her eyes instinctively shut as he pressed up against her and she overwhelmed with him. His presence, his touch, the way he held her so gently and close to him, but with a level of protectiveness and care that made her know that this was safe, that she was safe, just like this.

Annie reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, slowly running her fingers up into his hair as his head fell to the inside of her neck and he pulled her close, like a warm, tender hug that you never wanted to pull away from. Gleefully his hands raced along her bare back as she curled against him, feeling the way his hands explored underneath her coat and wooly top, dancing across her skin and making her feel things she hadn't quite felt in some time.

"Can I tell you something?" Annie whispered softly to him, rubbing slowly again through his hair as he sighed against her.

"What is it?" Annie listened to his heartbeat for a moment before blinking.

"This is the safest I've felt in years." And to even say a statement like that, in a place like this was ironic even in it of itself. She hadn't even felt the safest at home, a place that was supposed to be safe. No, no, she felt safest in the arms and embrace of someone she had only met a couple of months ago and had proved himself to be more of a home to her beyond anything.

"With me?" Annie nodded against him.

"Right here." she whispered back to him, "You and me." His grip didn't loosen, he only held her tighter and it seemed in that moment, the realization and the weight of whatever was going on between them seemed to hit. Her truth spilling from her lips quietly into his body, his grip tightening, their bodies pressed against one another in a way that should've felt foreign. Brady seemed to want to say something, she could tell, but when he stayed quiet and instead pressed another soft kiss to her forehead, she didn't question it. Because whatever they had here was okay for right now.

"I feel safe with you too, Annie." he whispered back and Annie was convinced even she wasn't so comfy, that she wasn't sure what she would've done if they'd been looking right at each other, inches apart. For now, she cuddled closer to him, enjoying his hands on her stomach and his lips near her ear, their soft breaths, mixing into deep slumber as they laid in each other's embraces until the world went quiet.

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👀 The people need to know: who fell first and who fell harder with all of the silver bullets couples? 👀

PLEASE KNOW I GOT BACK FROM WORK, SAW THIS, AND PROMPTLY SCREAMED BECAUSE OH BOY THIS QUESTION IS FANTASTIC (im actually losing my mind holy heck)!!!!! please enjoy my ramblings, thoughts, ideas, various headcanons and random think-thoughts i have below. thank you letting me ramble about - you are a GEM, sweet anon! <3333 (i could happily expand on so many of these, but i kept it short and sweet!)

ANNIE X BRADY

who fell first: annie. no doubt. (did we see that recent piece…miss girl was crushing from the start but let’s be fr, so was brady). brady reminds her of her father in a way - hardworking, funny, willing to do anything for the ones he loves. she gravitates to that out here.

who fell harder: brady. listen, he always liked bradshaw. right from the start. hell, she gave bucky a run for his money upon first meeting. but she also never failed to be kind, real and incredibly intuitive, which he thinks makes her one of the best pilots he knows.

FRANCIS X MARIANNE

who fell first: marianne. it was a silly, stupid crush! francis montez was her CO-PILOT. that's. it. that's all. until marianne could only focus on the fact that francis was a really damn good co-pilot and a ...... friend.

who fell harder: francis. marianne salinger was always their tail gunner and upon recruitment to silver bullets always enjoyed her presence. until they shared a few moments one night side by side and she couldn't get mari out of her head.

BESSIE X THOMAS

who fell first: bessie. tommy was her high school crush and when she found them going to the same college, she tried to dampen the feelings, but to no avail, couldn't get the thought of him out of her system.

who fell harder: thomas (aka tommy). always though bessie carlisle was one of the sweetest people he went to high school with, but there'd been nothing more past that. until college when they began to become linked in similar circles and he couldn't help but fall for every bit of her.

CARRIE X DOUGIE

who fell first: dougie. DID WE SEE THIS MAN IN GREENLAND (granted, carrie was....intrigued, if that's the word for it because lets be fr its carrie, she's a tough nut to crack). he was smitten from the start - she always has a joke on the tip of her tongue, a funny way about herself and her humor and is shamelessly, herself. which he loves.

who fell harder: carrie. listen, people told her dougie was crushing on her. she ignored it (because OF COURSE she did.) and then. well. she started noticing that he'd show up when she was sick or wounded, pop around in the flying club to chat or offer her someone to talk to. suddenly - yeah, she fell REAL hard.

KENNEDY X BUCKY

who fell first: bucky. KENNEDY WAS ALWAYS FOND OF HIM. BUT THAT MAN FELL FIRST. LIKE IMMEDIATELY. the second she came in like a thunderstorm grumbling about the fucking yankees and her red sox, he was done for. and immediately was ready to do anything just to talk to her.

who fell harder: kennedy. bucky was always major egan until he wasn't. until she was told that when silver bullets got hit he thought of her and suddenly she was there beside him in the stalag and then he was offering her a spot beside him in his bunk and-

MARGIE X BENNY

who fell first: benny. MEATBALL LOVED HER INSTANTLY. PERIOD. ALL WAS SAID AND DONE (and he loves most people but with her it was. instant). and benny couldn't help but notice her genuineness towards him in any circumstance. a good-hearted person with a beautiful smile.

who fell harder: margie. benny demarco was always benny demarco - hell, she'd shared a few dances with him and thought nothing of it. but then he SHOWS UP, blasting through the nurses station to come find her at 2200 after her injury in silver bullets, looking all haggered, exhausted and slightly stressed, worrying for her instead of himself - yeah, she was gone.

JUDY X ROSIE

who fell first: judy. she was DONE FOR when lieutenant robert 'rosie' rosenthal introduced himself to her and bessie and offered to buy them a drink (ofc with bessie saying she was fine, lets just say she could see the future). with a mixture of complete innocence, growing up in the south, on a river, with a severe lack of any sort of man looking like ROSIE, she was absolutely done for.

who fell harder: rosie. he liked judy rybinski immediately (but everyone did), so he didn't ponder much on it. but when silver bullets was dispersed, lieutenant bradshaw and some of the crew were in the stalag and judy was looking for a new crew, he brought her in. and couldn't help but tie all those moments in the flak house to the judy in front of him now. (he brought her ORANGES and those are her FAVORITES. he doesn't just DO THAT DOES HE?!?!!)

VIV X BLAKELY

who fell first: blakely. after the loss of her long-time boyfriend to a KIA, he really took the role of stepping up as a shoulder to lean on, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't catch some feelings with finding out how beautiful inside and out vivian ratcliff was.

who fell harder: viv. it wasn't until a year or two of healing did she really come to terms with her feelings, but she suddenly wanted everything to do with everett blakely when all he'd been to her at first was captain blakely for months.

PAULINA X HAMBONE

who fell first: hambone. paulina was going through a breakup (through letters, can you believe the man?) in greenland and he offered her someone to talk to. and DAMN, did he find out how great of a person she was? and funny, and good-natured, a homebody, and someone who cared. he couldn't help but get a crush.

who fell harder: paulina. when she was told hambone went down and was in the stalag - and they all got that first letter - she did in fact feel her heart swell and want to be by his side and fight this world with him. (you can only imagine how she acted when he returned)