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morning after | robert 'bob' floyd x oc

Rating: T+ Word count: 500+ Prompt: Did you sleep well? Warning(s): Brief mention of sex (non-explicit), kissing (?) Summary: Abby Lennox wakes up alone after a night with Bob.

A/N: A little drabble for my darling friend @anna-phora who's had one hell of a bad day. This is quite possibly the softest and fluffiest thing I have ever written, and I am just in love with Bob and Abby. Enjoy, my friend.

Abby woke in a bed that wasn’t hers. Pale morning light filtered through the curtains, casting shadows on the ceiling and the empty space beside her.

She smiled to herself, thinking of the night before. She had never felt that alive, that appreciated, that worshipped. It had been the most incredible, mind-blowing sex of her life, and she was sure he had ruined whatever may come after him for her.

She turned over in the bed, grabbing her phone from the nightstand to check the time. It was barely 6 a.m., but the sound of clinking mugs and a noisy coffee maker carried through from the kitchen to the bedroom. They had to be on base by seven, so while it was a little early to get started, she was happy to have a few more moments with him.

If he wasn’t regretting taking her home, of course.

As if summoned, the door to the bedroom opened. Bob walked in, wearing only his boxer briefs, carrying two steaming mugs. “Do you take anything in your coffee?” He asked, setting the mugs down on the nightstand where Abby’s phone had previously been.

She shook her head. “No,” she told him. She pushed herself up to a sitting position, pulling the sheet against her chest. Bob hovered by the bed, his bright blue eyes unsure behind the gold-rimmed glasses.

“You can sit,” she told him, sipping from her mug.

“Yeah?”

Abby nodded, offering him a soft smile. “Yeah.” She folded her legs under her so there was room for him on the edge of the bed. He grabbed his own mug and took a long sip.

She admired the way his muscles moved and was still in awe at how broad-shouldered and fit he was. Should she be surprised, given how much physical strain was placed on the body in a fighter jet? No, but Bob hid it well.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, setting his mug back down.

“Like the dead.”

He looked at her, brows drawn together and nose scrunched up in confusion.

She chuckled. “I slept really well,” she told him, hoping it put his mind at ease. “Wish you were here when I woke up, though.”

Abby watched as a flush spread through Bob’s cheeks, giving his face more color than usual, and she felt herself reach out to place her palm over it. His eyes seemed to close involuntarily at the touch. She let her hand fall back down, and Bob’s blue eyes opened again. They had turned serious, but the softness never left them.

“I hope you don’t…” he began, trailing off, “regret last night.”

“No,” she assured him, placing her mug back on the nightstand. “Not at all.” She put her hands on either side of his face, making him look at her. She tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and scooted closer to him. She brought his face down to hers, so they were breathing the same air.

She only half-realized that the sheet fell off her, exposing her to him, but Abby didn’t care because the moment Bob’s lips met hers again was everything. She wanted him, and if the large hands wrapping around her back, bringing her flush against his chest was anything to go by, she’d say he wanted her too.

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i like you | rooster bradshaw x oc

Rating: Teen and up Word count: 600+ Warning(s): Kissing (?), spoiler for TG: Maverick (if you squint) Summary: Rooster and Kennedy lay all their cards on the table.

A/N: This was written because I was trying to pass the time before it was acceptable to go to bed. Thank you to @anna-phora, who gave me the prompt: Kennedy and Rooster admitting their feelings. Enjoy, my friend. (and enjoy this repurposed gif from Kennedy's intro gifset)

“I remember you from my first night, you know.”

Kennedy looked up from her whiskey and met his eyes. Her eyes narrowed at him, unsure if they were thinking of the same night. “You do?”

He hummed, taking a sip of his beer. “You were heading out when I walked in.”

“Strutted in, you mean.”

Rooster’s mouth turned up in a crooked half-smile, and he looked at her like he saw her soul and never wanted to look at anything else again. Kennedy felt naked under the intensity of his gaze, and she had to turn her eyes away in an effort to fight the blood rushing to her cheeks.

“You saw me, too.”

Kennedy scoffed. “No,” she told him half-heartedly. “You strut everywhere.”

“Zero.”

“Hm?” She swirled the whiskey in her glass, watched the amber liquid wet the sides, and heard the ice spin. She felt her heart beating in her throat, and the blush she’d been trying to fight back took over and warmed her ears. She knew he was looking at her with those hazel eyes that made it hard to concentrate on anything else.

“Kennedy, look at me.”

“What?” She snapped, meeting those stupid eyes of his. While she’d been staring at her drink, he had gotten off his bar stool. He stood right next to her, his warmth all-encompassing and the scent of his cologne and sweat filling her nostrils. From this close, she could see the specks of green in his eyes, the individual hairs of that ridiculous mustache, and the scars on his chin and jawline. “What?” She whispered as he leaned forward and down towards her so they were face to face.

“I saw you,” he whispered back, their breaths mingling. “And I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.”

She nodded, her breath caught in her throat. “You say that to all the girls, Lieutenant?”

A brief chuckle escaped him, his eyes glancing down at her mouth. “No, Lieutenant. Just you.”

Without another second of hesitation, their lips crashed together. Kennedy easily stood from her stool and met him in a blazing heat of heavy breaths and exploring hands. The world stood still and spun at the speed of light simultaneously, and he felt like magic.

Kennedy could have carried on like this with him for an eternity and never grow tired of it, which scared her enough to pull away. “Stop,” she said, breathless.

“What, did I hurt you?”

She chuckled at the concern in his voice. “No, but…” she trailed off.

He leaned back, his brows drawn together in confusion. “But what?”

Kennedy let her arms fall back at her side, took a small step away from him, and groaned loudly. “I like you, Rooster. A lot,” she concluded, but she didn’t like the smile forming on his face again. “Don’t look at me like that, okay? I know I sound like I’m fourteen.”

He just grinned. “You’re in luck, Quinn,” he said slowly, stepping back into her personal space. “I like you, too.”

“I’m serious, Bradley,” she told him, voice shaking. “You could get killed on this mission, and even if you don’t, you’re going back to Virginia, and I’ll be here. I’m not following you out there.”

Somewhere over the course of her speech, Rooster had frozen in front of her. She didn’t want to look up at him again and find his features distorted and confused, but she braved it. She hadn’t expected to find his head slightly tilted, looking at her like she’d hung the moon.

She raised a brow at him with a hesitant smile. “What?”

He shook his head a little. “Nothing,” he mumbled, taking her face between his large hands and bringing their lips together again. “You don’t have to follow me anywhere. I’ll follow you.”

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you used me as a pillow | rooster bradshaw x oc

Rating: General Word count: 400+ Prompt: "You used me as a pillow" "sorry." Warning(s): None

A/N: I'm in a writing mood and still obsessed with one Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw, so here's a prompt I gave myself for him and my OC Kennedy. I hope you enjoy this. I'll probably regret this, but if you have prompts for these two, feel free to send them in.

Kennedy blinked awake, letting her eyes adjust to the low light that greeted her as she opened them. Her head leaned against something hard, and her neck hurt, but she didn’t want to move just yet.

Across from her, Phoenix, Bob, and Fanboy all smiling at her.

She narrowed her eyes at them and pulled her head off the hard surface she’d leaned it against.

“We got some great pictures,” a deep voice said next to her. She looked to her right bewildered, finding Rooster grinning at her.

Kennedy groaned, watching Phoenix hand Rooster his phone back to him, which he slipped into the front pocket of his uniform.

“You better delete that,” she told him, eyes serious.

“But you look so beautiful when you sleep,” Hangman said on her other side. “Mouth wide open.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I do not sleep with my mouth open.”

“You do,” everyone said in unison.

Kennedy groaned again but didn’t dignify them with a reply. She let herself feel how the plane moved through the air and watched the ocean passing by as they approached the aircraft carrier. Kennedy wasn’t supposed to go, but one of the jets needed repairing, and none of the onboard mechanics knew how to do it, so she’d been summoned. Everyone else was in the second plane.

Landing on an aircraft carrier had never been Kennedy’s favorite, though she’d rather die than admit it to anyone. Once they safely landed, she exited the plane, following behind Rooster, and trying to hide how queasy she was.

“You alright, Zero?”

“Fine,” she muttered, catching up to him. “Just not used to it.”

They walked along the deck side by side as the aircrewmen prepared the landing strip for the next plane carrying the rest of their team. “Hey, Rooster,” she said. “I don’t sleep with my mouth open, do I?”

He laughed, full and carefree. “You do,” he told Kennedy after catching his breath. “It’s cute.”

She tried to fight the smile playing at the corners of her lips but was unsuccessful. “You better delete that picture.”

He took the phone out of his pocket, and relief flooded through her, thinking he would actually listen to her and do it. She was about the thank him when he showed her his phone as he set the photo as his lock screen. 

“You didn’t!”

“I did,” he said proudly. The picture showed Kennedy with her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed, and her mouth hanging wide open just like he said it was. He was grinning like an idiot, looking down at her. It made her stomach flip.

“I’ll get my revenge,” she told him.

He quirked a brow at her. “You already used me as a pillow.”

“Sorry,” she muttered.

But she wasn’t really.

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INTRODUCING ❋ Lt. Kennedy 'Zero' Quinn ↳ a top gun: maverick oc (rooster x oc)

Lt. Kennedy Quinn has made a comfortable life for herself as an aircraft mechanic in the Navy. It was the second-best thing after failing to qualify as a naval aviator. Close enough to the action to feel the rush, but far enough that she won’t get anyone killed. If she has to watch TOPGUN recruits come and go in the process, then so be it.

Then her best friend comes to town for an extended visit, old graduates show up on base, and a familiar face does his best to lure her back to his bed. It's all too much, and Kennedy's quiet existence of flying under the radar is thrown into free fall, and no one's there to catch her. Except maybe Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw.

top gun oc tag: @anna-phora, @itsjustgracy, @captainrcgers

[bobfloydsbabe]

Meet My Top Gun OCs

Riley Keough as Lt. Kennedy 'Zero' Quinn

Logan Lerman as Lt. Max 'Fido' Webb

(based on & insp. by @anna-phora)

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lt. kennedy 'zero' quinn ❋ top gun maverick ↳ kennedy + rooster aesthetic

show me the places where the others gave you scars - willow ❋ taylor swift

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INTRODUCING ❋ Josephine 'Jo' Hollingsworth ↳ an anthony bridgerton x oc fic (eventually)

"I talked him out of it," Anthony said.

Josephine's head whipped up. "What?"

"You won't have to marry Lord Branning," he clarified. "You were right; you can't marry every man you like. Lord knows Colin would have been wed a thousand times by now if that were the case."

Anthony didn't have time to brace himself before Josephine flew into him and wrapped her arms around him in a hug that was far beyond anything proper. But Anthony didn't care. He let his arms snake around Jo's body, and all he could think was that she fit perfectly in his arms and that she somehow smelled like the sea.

She pulled back. "I'm sorry," she said, voice quivering slightly. She was still so close that Anthony could feel her hot breath on his, and it would be easy to lean down and kiss her.

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Finley March ❋ Avalanche (a ted lasso oc fic) ↳ poster reveal + date announcement

Finley March is running.

The only home she’s ever known isn’t safe, and she has the scars and bruises to prove it. So, she runs.

She runs away to London, gets a job at a pub, and meets Ted Lasso, eternal optimist and football coach to the local team, AFC Richmond. Finley tries to keep him at arm’s length, without much success, keep her head down and focus on the one thing she knows how to do: pour drinks and serve food.

It’s a good plan until Jamie Tartt walks through the pub door, and Ted asks Finley one simple question. Do people deserve a second chance? Despite everything she’s been through, she says yes and doesn’t know that it’s exactly was the hotshot footballer needs to hear. Jamie starts coming into the pub to talk to her, and before long, they’re friends and dancing on the edge of something more.

But there are secrets between them. Finley can’t let Jamie all the way in because what she left behind could come back to haunt her, and if it does, her life is on the line.

COMING TO A SCREEN NEAR YOU

FRIDAY APRIL 15TH 2022

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poster made with canva

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INTRODUCING ❋ Isra Atkins ↳ joaquín torres x oc (mcu/tfatws)

"You should listen to your own advice," she told him, arms folded across her chest.

When he looked up from his phone, Isra had to ignore how her heart sped up. Those dark eyes of his did nothing good for her determination. "What?"

"There's nothing to do until there's something to do," she clarified. "So, go back to the States and wait for the Flag Smashers to make their next move."

"This sounds a lot like a goodbye," he said, brows furrowed.

The corners of her lips turned up in a faint smile. "Just don't get yourself killed, Torres." She picked her backpack off the ground, swung it over her shoulder, and turned to leave the warehouse.

As she took the last steps before disappearing into the bright sunlight, she heard his voice call out her name. The knot in her stomach tightened, but she had to do this. She had her orders to follow, just as he had his.

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Jo Hollingsworth ❋ Small Hours ↳ jo + anthony moodboard

Dear Josephine,

I know that my actions at the Trowbridge Ball were untoward and that you have asked me not to attempt it again or mention it to anyone. I will respect your wishes but must first make this one confession, and I hope it finds you well.

When we met, I had no intention or desire for love. I did not want it, nor did I believe I needed it, but you are all I have been able to think about in the months since we met. Every time I see daffodils at the florist, I think of you in your estate gardens in Wales. Whenever I catch a whiff of saltwater, my thoughts turn to you because you smell like the sea. Every night I dream of you.

When I convinced Matthew not to accept Lord Branning's marriage proposal, it was not for entirely unselfish reasons. I was jealous because he had done what I could not, which was to ask you to be mine. So, I sabotaged your chance with Lord Branning and justified it to myself with the fact that you had expressed no interest in the match. It was done in good faith, but I should not have done it regardless. You are more than capable of making decisions for yourself.

I love you, Jo. I will keep my distance as you asked of me, but I could not do so without telling you that simple fact. I hope you will not resent me for this, for I could not bear it. If nothing else, I hope we may remain friends.

Always yours,

Anthony.

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Dr. Willa Atticus ❋ Every Last Breath ↳ angst to come (feat. inconsistent coloring i was too lazy to fix)

Jay hung up and walked to Atwater’s desk in two long strides.

“What’s up, bro?”

“Put a trace on Willa’s phone.”

“I’m not gonna spy on your girlfriend for you.”

“Just do it,” he snapped, making every head in the Intelligence Unit look up from their computers. Even Voight came out of his office.

“Please,” Jay added, ignoring his team.

Kevin mumbled something inaudible but did as Jay asked.

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kiss me | joaquín torres x oc

Rating: Teen and up Word count: 600+ Warning(s): Kissing (?) Summary: On a casual night out, Isra Atkins has finally had enough of holding back.

A/N: A birthday gift for my darling friend @anna-phora who's the entire reason that Isra exists and that my obsession with Joaquín Torres has gone as far as it has. I know I said this wouldn't happen until tomorrow, but I couldn't wait. Enjoy!

“Oh, for god’s sake, Torres, just kiss me.”

It seemed they’d been doing this back and forth game for hours, and though Isra considered herself a patient woman, this was bordering on ridiculous.

Joaquin swallowed hard. “What?” He croaked.

“You’re going to sit there,” she said, gesturing vaguely at his position next to her, “and tell me you haven’t been thinking about it.”

He looked around him as if not entirely sure she was actually talking to him though he was the only person anywhere near them in the entire bar. He turned his dark eyes back to her. “I… I wasn’t… I… No.”

“No, as in you haven’t thought about it, or you don’t want to?”

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came out. He closed it again and gave her an unsure look, trying to figure out how he got himself into this mess.

Isra knew she hadn’t misinterpreted the situation, but she had clearly caught him off guard. She scooted a bit away from him in the booth, not wanting to make him more uncomfortable than he already was.

He didn’t let her.

One of his hands grasped her arm while the other took hold of her hip, and he pulled her close to him. The booth made their position a little awkward, but Isra didn’t have it in her to care. He smelled like sunshine.

She looked up and met his dark eyes, filled with something primal and needy, and no one’s touch had ever set her on fire quite like his.

He opened his mouth again, and this time the words did come. “I haven’t thought about anything else for weeks.”

“I know,” she whispered, face so close to his that she could feel his hot breath.

His brows drew together. “You know?”

“You’re not exactly subtle,” she muttered, eyes flickering down to his lips. That and she’d overheard Sam and Bucky tease him about it before they left, but he didn’t need to know that.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, the corners of his lips turned up in a teasing grin. 

Fed up and desperate, Isra grabbed his face between her hands and brought his lips to hers. He responded right away as his arms snaked around her waist, bringing their bodies together, and Isra swore she could feel his heart beat in time with hers.

She wouldn’t say she had imagined kissing him many times, but the thought had crossed her mind once or twice. When he discussed the Falcon wings with the kind of excitement and childlike wonder she imagined kids felt on Christmas morning. When he kept making her tea until he eventually got it right. On nights like this, when she’d looked at his mouth more than she’d listened to him speak.

He sighed into her mouth, or maybe she sighed into his, she didn’t quite know. All her senses were filled with him. One of his hands had moved from her hip to the back of her neck, the way she was practically sitting in his lap now, and how it still wasn’t close enough.

She had kissed plenty of people, but none of them had ever felt like this, like him. A small part of her thought that he had ruined everyone else for her, and maybe someday, she would tell him that. For now, she pulled away from him but kept their foreheads pressed together.

Their breathing was heavy, and his thumb brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Isra opened her eyes and met his brown ones, pupils blown with lust and need.

When she spoke, her voice was nothing but a whisper. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

His nod was almost imperceptible, but his eyes spoke volumes.

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PROLOGUE

read on ao3 ( x ), ffn ( x ) or wattpad ( x )

Finley March is running.

The only home she's ever known isn't safe, and she has the scars and bruises to prove it. So, she runs.

She runs away to London, gets a job at a pub, and meets Ted Lasso, eternal optimist and football coach to the local team, AFC Richmond. She tries to keep him at arm's length, without much success, keep her head down and focus on the one thing she knows how to do: pour drinks and serve food.

It's a good plan until Jamie Tartt walks through the pub door, and Ted asks Finley one simple question. Do people deserve a second chance? Despite everything she's been through, she says yes and doesn't know that it's exactly was the hotshot footballer needs to hear. Jamie starts coming into the pub to talk to her, and before long, they're friends and dancing on the edge of something more.

But there are secrets between them. Finley can't let Jamie all the way in because what she left behind could come back to haunt her, and if it does, her life is on the line.

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OC Creator Bingo ❋ @wordspin-shares ↳ Claire Duval

I have loved reading about and learning more about Claire, and I hope this moodboard captures her to at least some extent. I hope you like it. Happy Bingo!

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Birthday Presents ❋ Kass | @ocfairygodmother ↳ Jillian 'JJ' Jacobs + Rafael Barba manips

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OC Creator Bingo ❋ @susiesamurai ↳ Helena Welles

One of these days, I will stop thinking you're talking about me whenever you mention Helena. This moodboard was based entirely on the vibes I get from her (and a dash of Adrian.) I hope I captured her, at least to some extent. Happy Bingo, Kam!

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