#Bradley x jennifer

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The Morning Show - 3x02

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Alex & Bradley | The Morning Show 3x02

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the feminine urge to write nsfw alphabets for characters i find hot

(i probably won’t have the motivation to do so)

[oncasette]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐔…

✷ my character themed spotify playlists

ELIXIR OF BLOODLUST. astarion ancunin $100.00

AVIATION GIN. bradley bradshaw $21.86

BAHAMA MAMA. sarah cameron $50.00

CAMPARI. jennifer check $17.00

DEVILCRAFT. patch cipriano $4.55

VANILLA MILKSHAKE. charlie dalton $1.25

WHISKEY. jack daniels $16.99

AMERICANO. kevin dolenz $0.79

GRAPICO. steve harrington $0.79

DRINK ME POTION. alice liddell $0.00

VERITASERUM. narcissa malfoy $65.34

MELLOW YELLOW. eddie munson $0.25

O’HARREN’S SCOTCH. matt murdock $14.15

HANKY PANKY. andrew neiman $5.34

TRU: BLOOD. eric northman $9.80

ROOT BEER FLOAT. peter parker $4.50

JOSE CUERVO. javier peña $19.86

SHASTA COLA. peter quill $4.99

DIAZEPAM. harley quinn $7.37

MALT WHISKEY. harvey specter $1,324.00

JAGER. phil wenneck $19.99

LIQUID DEATH. everlark $12.74

[greatszu]

Goosebumps & Ultrasounds (Prologue)

When you get what you want but not what you need

Summary: After a hard and rocky way to summit the top of her game, Jeniffer “Ultra” Heatherly, the daughter of one of the most legendary instructors and aviator Rick “Jester” Heatherly is finally fulfilling her dream of getting a shot at Top Gun School. Little did she know, that the accidental meeting in “Hard Deck” during her first week in Fighertown, will bring such unexpected consequences. And this is just the beginning of her troubles.

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Warnings: language, angst, alcohol consumption, mention of loss, mention of work harassment, +18 ONLY, Minors DNI

Length: 5000 words

Note from the author: Before I create massive havoc between my main characters (yes, this is the warning, peace was never an option), I feel a proper introduction must take place. It was fun to take a deep dive into Rooster's and Ultra's thoughts and struggles! They both have to endure certain legacies and backgrounds. Anyway, I hope you enjoy guys! Please, feel free to comment and reblog, I am curious about your opinions!

P.S. This is my first writing after a VERY long break, so my style may be a little bit creaky, but I promise I will get back there soon.

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Prolongue

"When you get what you want but not what you need"

USS Ronald Reagan, the Residence of Squadron VFA-195, Japanese Sea

It was a chilly and sunny morning. The naval ship was heading back to its harbor. The sound of jets landing on the deck was an indication of aviators coming back from the night’s patrol. Commander O’Malley of squadron VFA-195, popular as Dumbasters, was sitting in his office, waiting for an approaching aviator of his squadron. When he heard footsteps, he stood up.

“Enter!” he replied to knocking.

“You asked for my presence, sir,” the young female pilot entered his office and made a salute. Commander nodded and waved his hand to a woman to take a seat.

“I have news for you, Ultra,” he said, watching carefully his protégé. The youngest daughter of Rick Heatherly callsign Jester. One of the most legendary aviators and the longest-serving in history instructor in the United States Navy Fighter Weapons School known as Top Gun. Being a woman in the academy was tough enough, O’Malley knew that very well. But being a woman and the Jester’s kid at the same time… Yes, Jennifer Heatherly had gone through hell to earn her position. She graduated Academy at the top of her class despite the all obstacles that had been thrown at her on the daily basis. Not just by her peers, but also by her instructors. Being the first female pilot in her squadron she had met with nothing but mistrust and hostility. But she made her way in, earned respect, and formed friendships with the rest of the crew. Nowadays, none of the boys could possibly imagine VFA-195 Squadron without Ultra and her formidable skills. She was one hell of a pilot and had proved to be a crucial member of many dangerous missions and detachments. They didn’t call her Ultra from ultrasounds for nothing. She was calculating, sneaky, and capable of striking her attack at the least anticipated moment. Commander’s eyes met large green eyes and smiled. Who would have thought that this frail-looking creature is a deadly, unpredictable, and skilled U.S. Navy fighter pilot?

“Sir?”

“You are going to Top Gun,” he said. Delicate eyebrows raised slightly.

“When?” she asked, trying to stay composed. 

“In two weeks. Congratulation lieutenant, you have earned it,” he replied and gave her a wide smile. Her features finally have broken into a small grin.

“Thank you, sir,  I won’t let you and the squadron down,” she responded.

“I know you won’t. But before you will be sent, there is something you should probably know to prepare yourself” Commander scratched his bald head and looked thoroughly at his young aviator.

“Sir, I’m all ears!”

“Have you ever wondered why I didn’t send you last year instead of Smallboy?” he asked, observing carefully her reaction. Ultra furrowed her brows while considering his question seriously.

“I thought because of tension in the region you had preferred to keep the majority of your top pilots in your eyesight,” she answered watching him cautiously.

“So you weren’t bitter that male and younger than you aviator had been sent instead of you?” he asked raising his brows.

“No, I mean… It was obvious that one of us would have been sent. You couldn’t have afforded to send us both since we were the best. Besides, I had my hands full with the Korean crisis, and after it shambles on the Rogue coast. So I wasn’t bored,” Ultra replied. Commander nodded with approval to her common sense.

“Yes, it was one of the reasons, but not the main.”

“So what was the main reason, then, sir?” she asked suspiciously. 

“You probably have heard about the uranium mission and the exploits of naval aviators during it,” he spoke slowly.

“I mean, who hasn’t, right?” she laughed.

“After the success of this mission, Admiral Simpson decided that it was high time to implement some fundamental changes to the Top Gun’s program. He believes that missions like uranium one are inevitable future and you as the elite of the Navy should leveled-up your game and skills. The previous calendar year was the last with the old program. Since the beginning of this year, there is a new program that is much more demanding. From the first group of pilots, only half of the group managed to cross the finish line."

“Only half, huh? Sounds promising!” Ultra commented sarcastically.

“It’s not everything. The author of the new program is nobody else but Commander Pete Mitchell callsign Maverick,” he said. Jennifer opened her eyes wide and bursted into laugh. 

“It explains why only half of them made it!” she said chuckling. Commander smiled at her remark.

“I know, right? Who would have thought? But it seems that after the success, Maverick has returned to the favors of the Navy and is now one of the most trusted admiral's colleagues. And yes, he will be one of the instructors.” 

“Great! It’s high time someone beat him in a dogfight,” she murmured.

“Do not underestimate him Ultra,” he warned her pointing a finger at her.

“I am not. But he certainly will underestimate me and my skills. They all do after all,” she said with such a casualness that Commander O’Malley felt uneasy.

“Alright, enough of this. For your information, the new program runs for 16 weeks, not 13 weeks like before. You will be glad to hear that these rascals of yours will be participants too.”

“You mean Blizzard and Mockingjay?” she asked in disbelief. Commander nodded.

“Yeah, they had been busted, but their squadron’s commander took pity on them and gave them his approval,” he replied smiling seeing her enthusiasm. “This trio.” he thought. “These poor bastards from Miramar don’t have a clue what is going to hit them.” He cleared his throat.

“So that was the main reason, sir? You thought I would be more suitable for a more difficult program?” she asked unexpectedly keeping her eyes on him vigilantly. O’Malley took a deep breath.

“Not quite.” Green eyes were squinted. “The moment of revelation,” the older pilot thought. He was afraid of her reaction to what he was about to say next.

“You see Ultra, pilots like Maverick appears once in a few decades. I think that you have everything what it takes to be a prodigy of your generation. That is why I am sending you now. These new adjustments will make you shine and show what you are made of,” he explained. The confusion was plastered all over her appealing features.

“You think?” she asked doubtfully.

“I don’t think. I just know,” he replied firmly. Frows appeared on her forehead. O’Malley suppressed his amusement. He knows dozens of pilots who, after his statement will sit beaming with pride and cockiness. But not her. Here he was, sitting with probably one of the most skilled pilots on the entire planet Earth, watching her being confused, puzzled, and doubtful about his words.

“That is like a LOT of pressure!” she finally spoke after a moment of silence.

“Nothing you haven’t already been accustomed to, Ultra,” he replied.

“Is that supposed to comfort me?” she asked sarcastically.

“You have got this. Trust your skills and experience. I know, you will do just fine,” he said in a softer voice. She smiled slightly but her eyes were unreadable.

“Well, in that case, thank you, sir. I am really grateful for your thoughtfulness!” she said. Commander nodded and waved his hand to make her go.

“You are welcome. And Ultra…?”

“Yes, sir?” she asked, lifting from the chair.

“Good luck!” Commander concluded their meeting.

Holy Trinity WhatsApp Conversation:

Jen-Jen: See you in Fightertown, assholes!

Monica: Fucking finally! I thought I would spill the tea. What took him so long to tell you?!

Alex: Congratulations Jen, I am so happy that we will be together in this.

Jen-Jen: Dunno, maybe because I was in the air all the time? You-know-what thing is freshly settled and we had to conduct frequent reconnaissance and all. 

Monica: Showing off as usual.

Jen-Jen: Anyway, has your big guy told you anything specific about sending you to Miramar?

Alex: Only that the Navy made some adjustments to the program. Why?

Jen-Jen: So he didn’t tell you that Maverick orchestrated these changes and that he is going to be one of our instructors?

Monica: Fuck off, we’d known!

Alex: Wait WHAT?!

Monica: I’m having a major panic attack rn!

Alex: Jen are you serious?

Jen-Jen: O’Malley told me that, so it’s legit…

Monica: Bloody hell! So we are fucked!

Alex: I don’t know if I am more frightened or excited.

Monica: This is going to be total carnage! We don’t stand a chance.

Alex: Blizzard, you are just being hysterical. We will be fine.

Jen-Jen: Not so sure about it Alex. From the first group, only half made it. At this point I just hope, we all graduate.

Alex: Happy thought, girls!

Monica: Here is my happy thought Mockingjay: At least we will be together in this mess. Just hope they didn’t call Voldemort. I can’t stand this cad.

Alex: You better worry about your sorry ass, Mona.

Jen-Jen: Exactly. God, I even miss you.

Monica: Liar!

Alex: We miss you too :)!

Fightertown, Hard Deck

“What do we have here? Bradshaw!”

There was a time in Bradley Bradshaw’s life that this voice and this Texas accent of Jake Seresin had put him on the edge. But those days were history and nowadays it only makes him smile widely like at this moment. Rooster made his way through the bar fully packed with aviators and local folks.

“What’s up, Hangman? Miss me?” he replied approaching the pool table where the little welcome committee gathered with familiar and smiling faces.

“What did take you so long to bring your ass here?!” Jake laughed propping himself on the pool stick.

“I take it as a yes!” Bradley smiled at the comment and shared a strong handshake with the man he could now call one of his best friends.

“But he is right though, you ARE late” a female voice behind him sounded irritated.

“And three beers behind” a male voice behind him supported the female one. Rooster turned around to face Phoenix and Bob. Despite their remarks, they looked very contented with his presence.

“Don’t worry, I’ll soon catch up with you all!” he promised with a smile hugging them both.

“Yo Rooster, good to see you, man!” Coyote greeted him and handed him over a bottle of beer. Behind Coyote Payback and Fanboy were waiting with their ear-to-ear smiles for their turn to welcome their friend. Bradley has never considered himself sentimental but he must have admitted to himself. He truly did miss them all. The sight of his friends was a relief especially after difficulties which he had endured in… No! He shook his head. That was hardly a time to think about it. Rooster tried his best to focus on cheerful chat and not to recall the reason he had been far away from Fightertown for a couple of weeks.

“So how was the first group of Mav’s new program?” he asked. His questions caused a variety of reactions, from snorting, and rolling eyes to Hangman’s loud laugh.

“Only half of them finished it. Barely.” Coyote snorted taking a generous sip of a beer.

“And Cyclone was fine with it?” Rooster asked in disbelief which only met with collective cheerfulness.

“Yeah, he was like if they die, they die,” Hangman commented viciously.

“He knows the program needed to be changed,” Phoenix carried on glancing the look of disapproval at Jake.

“Maybe squadrons will reconsider who they’re sending and if their chosen ones are ACTUALLY able to stick up with the game!” Payback added sarcastically. Bradley whistled.

“Wow, guys you really became brutes!” he joked.

“Look Rooster they aren’t calling us the dagger squad for nothing,” Jake retorted with his brows raised.

“Aye!” Fanboy supported him raising his glass of beer.

“AYE!” Coyote repeated with his bottle raised.

“Don’t you guys think, such adjustments should be implemented gradually? I understand that it was necessary, I just question if at the cost of a few breakdowns and resignations,” Bob expressed his doubts looking at the bottom of his empty glass.

“Two guys gave back their wings before the end of their training,” Fanboy whispered to Rooster after noticing confusion plastered on his friend’s face.

“I would love to agree with you, Bob. But unfortunately, I can’t. With all restlessness across the Pacific, Cyclone doesn’t have much of a choice. Or time. Two squadrons designated at Atsuki are operating over their capacities. And it’s because most of the squadrons which are sent to support them don’t have a fucking clue!” Phoenix contested shaking her pretty head with concern.

“It’s true. Riot from Dambusters has been denied four times from coming back home and he has been in Japan for over seven months now,” Hangman said in all seriousness.

“This bastard is still alive?” Payback asked surprised. 

“I know, I'm amazed too!” Jake giggled. He and Reuben started to loudly comment on the exploits of the unknown to Bradley pilot. Despite his best efforts to be part of the conversation with the group, Rooster was soon deep in his thoughts. He didn’t anticipate the time he was off until Phoenix patted his armed. He jumped startled.

“Walk with me to the bar. Your bottle is empty and you are still behind us,” Natasha said with a wink. Rooster jumped off from the stool chair. They both headed to the bar. When Penny gave them two large beers, Natasha grabbed Bradley’s arm to make him stay. She looked at him carefully.

“You seem absent,” she said quietly.

“Don’t worry about it!” Rooster replied, hoping she will give up on pressing the subject. But Natasha Trace wasn’t the quitter.

“It’s not you to decide. What is going on?” Phoenix continued without concealing her concern. Bradley sighed. What choice did he have at this point?

“I just sold my parent’s house in Virginia,” he confessed reluctantly. Her big doe-like eyes widened.

“You DID what?!” she whispered visibly shocked.

“I sold the place. It’s done!” he raised his hands in resignation. She gasped, loudly shocked.

“That’s why you took a trip to Virginia?” she slowly asked with a petrified looked in her eyes.

“Yeah,” he confirmed with a heavy sigh. Phoenix put her palm to her mouth while processing what she just heard. It took her a second or two to comprehend the situation. After a moment she carefully moved closer to Bradley and cautiously put a hand on his back to bring him some comfort.

“Shit… Rooster, I am so sorry! Why didn’t you tell me? I would go with you. You shouldn’t have dealt with it on your own” she said with compassion in her voice. Her concern unexpectedly made Bradley feel a forming lump in his throat. Panic alarmed his brain. That was new. New and uninvited. He has never had a meltdown in front of any of his friends and it felt like he was about to lose this battle. He has never struggled with his composure concerning difficult stuff. On the other hand, he hadn’t been so much open about it with anybody in the first place. Maybe that was his grave mistake. Rooster shook his head like he was trying to cut off this sudden flood of thoughts. What was wrong with him? It was hardly the time or the place for him to deal with his feelings! He blinked and cleared his throat. 

“Because I thought it would be a simple formality Phoenix,” he finally blurted out.

Natasha loudly exhaled and raised her hands in disbelief.

“Selling your childhood house? Oh, Bradley!” she moaned shaking her head.

“I hadn’t been there since my mum’s death,” he admitted suddenly more to himself than to anyone in particular.

“You should have told me, silly!” she hugged him. He clumsily returned the hug feeling the lump forming in his throat again. Oh, not again! Rooster clenched his teeth and took a couple of breaths to remain calm. This wasn’t his usual behavior! Now he was alarmed by the state he found himself. Before any further unwanted reaction occurred, Bradley untangled himself from Phoenix.

“I know, I am sorry,” he whispered ashamed of how close he was to lose it.

“Don’t be. You shouldn’t have gone there alone,” Phoenix replied firmly scanning his face.

“Thanks, Phoenix. I really appreciate that,” Bradley replied trying unsuccessfully to form a smile.

“You’d better be! How are you feeling Do you want to talk about it?”?” Natasha asked softly with her brows furrowed. 

“Not really. There isn’t much to talk about. It was the right thing to do,” he scratched his head trying to cut the subject.

“Do you need anything?” she carried her interrogation visibly unsatisfied with his answers.

“This conversation is more than enough,” he answered with closed eyes.

“I worry about you. I always knew you have strong tendencies to go through something tough and casually drop a hint about it afterward when it was all over. You know that you don’t have to do stuff like that alone and be cool about it? You can perhaps talk to your best friend about the matter?” she asked softly putting her palm on his cheek.

“I know Nat,” he put his much larger palm over her small one.

“Good! I will leave you to it then!” she concluded with a hint of disappointment in her voice. Bradley sighed with relief. He was thankful that through their long-time friendship, Phoenix always knew where was the line concerning pushing uneasy topics. Even if she wasn’t satisfied with his answers, she would never carry away with her investigations. She knew that he needed more time to open himself up about his cares and difficulties. Rooster was eternally grateful for her never-ending understanding and patience. This time he finally managed to form a genuine and wide grin. He grabbed the brunette in a bear hug.

“Thanks, Phoenix. You are the best, I mean it!” he said with honesty. 

“I know. I am glad we are on the same page!” she said back chuckling. She grabbed her bottle of beer and headed back to the squad. Bradley sighed and looked down at his glass. His smile faltered.

What he failed to mention Natasha, was the true reason for his current state. Selling his parent’s house was a formality with no hard feelings by his side. He had stopped associating himself with this place since his mum’s death. He didn’t even bother himself with visiting the place during university and later academy. Truth be told, he should have sold it years ago.

On his last day in Virginia, when Bradley was alone at the bar with a glass of liquor, a sudden reality struck him. The thought was overwhelming and soul-crushing. Almost twenty years later after Carol’s departure, he couldn’t have named any place that made him feel like he belonged. And, what was worse, he didn’t have anyone to associate with a home feeling. The urgent and painful feeling of longing has never left him ever since. It was the first time Bradley has ever admitted to himself that he misses having a family or even someone who simply waits for him, a place where he feels comfortable and safe. 

He tried to rationalize his feelings. He had his friends. After the uranium mission, it wasn’t just him and Phoenix anymore. He forged friendships with Bob, Hangman, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote. They called themselves the Dagger Squad. He attended a gym with Hangman. Threw dinner meetings with Coyote who had turned out to be the same cook freak as Bradley. Played poker games with Payback, Fanboy, Bob, and Phoenix. But even the dagger squad members had their own families or were in process of making it on their own. Jake and Natasha both had big families with a bunch of siblings and cousins which cause them problems with remembering names when a family gathering occurs. Fanboy had his head over his heels with his fiancée and was in the middle of planning their wedding. Payback recently attended his daughter’s first play in kindergarten. Coyote just married his high school sweetheart. Bob hosted his siblings with all his nephews and nieces from Colorado. Bradley secretly and silently envied them all. The only person to Rooster who was the closest to call a family was Maverick. The very same Maverick who just settled and married recently his long-time love- Penny Benjamin.

There was a time when Bradley loved being a lone wolf and savored his freedom and independence. The feeling that he didn’t owe anything to anyone. The lack of burden that up in the sky, he must have had in his mind his kins or someone who relied on him. He had thought it was liberating at the time but after Virginia, it felt meaningless and shallow. Bradley Bradshaw was on his own and always had been. But he has never before felt lonely. And right now, even surrounded by his friends, his brothers, and sisters in arms, he has never felt that lonely. 

Atsuki, U.S. Naval Base in Japan

Ultra was sitting outside the barrack, listening to the party which was taking place inside the premises. It was late at night. The horizon getting brighter was an indication of the approaching morning. Her squadron and a couple of Korean and Japanese aviators threw her a farewell party. It was getting a little bit out of hand from the moment when participants had decided to play Twister with penalty shots for a loss. When a Korean pilot started a dispute with his Japanese friend and they began to quarrel about the history of their countries, not the game itself, Ultra decided that it was the right moment to go outdoors before the whole affair gets bloody. And here she was, sitting on the bench, sipping a bottle of wine and savoring the coolness of the night’s air.

Her solitude was short. A creaking sound of the door being opened snapped her from her thoughts. When she recognized the approaching man, she smiled contently. Wayne Black callsign “Riot” was the captain of her squadron and one of her most trusted people from the Navy. Handsome as hell, forty-something Irish with piercing pale blue eyes and raven black hair, used to have reputation of the playboy, now was settled and married to a naval nurse who kept him up to his toes. To Ultra Riot was like her older brother who couldn’t resist an opportunity to tease her, but at the same time felt very protective of her.

“These amateurs are all hammered already,” he said disgusted, lighting his cigarette.

“I know!” she chuckled. Riot sit next to her on the bench and gave her an inscrutable look

“So,” he inhaled the smoke. “What is up with your ass?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, surprised by his interrogation. Riot snorted at her reply.

“I know you, Jenny girl. Something is bothering you. Talk to me!”

She hesitated for a bit and then sighed heavily. She knew whatever excuse she would give Riot to skip the subject, Riot would not give up easily. And he was right, something was bothering her. With another sigh she decided to tell him about her doubts. 

“It’s just I thought I would be more excited about this whole Top Gun thing. And I am not. I feel nothing. All I could ever care about since I joined the academy, was being enlisted into the Top Gun program. Now, when this is happening, I just don’t feel a damned thing. On top of that, O’Malley made a grand speech about me being a prodigy of my generation and it just doesn’t feel right. I don’t know, maybe I’ve lost it!” she rubbed her eyes and smiled. Suddenly she felt exhausted and not herself.

“Oh boy!” Riot whistled taken aback.

“I know, right?” she chuckled bitterly. Older pilot observed her for a longer moment and then took a deep breath.

“You don’t feel anything because for the most time of your career, you weren’t flying for yourself, but to impress others and to prove that you are much more than Jester’s evil spawn,” he stated.

“I don’t need to impress anybody! How could you say that?” she raised her voice in disbelief and outrage.

“Oh really? So you are telling me that being the best in the academy, getting your skinny ass into the most hardcore squadron weren’t you trying to impress your old man and naval doubters that Jester's fawn-looking daughter could possibly be better than anyone? Interesting!” he replied to her outburst politely, looking at her like he just saw an endangered species of a rare butterfly. She exhaled loudly and raised her hands in defeat. Riot chuckled and put his palm on her arm.

“All I am saying is that you should fly for yourself. Do whatever feels good to you, not what anyone expects you to do. Even if it means not being on the top,” he replied softly.

“Well, O’Malley expects me to win in my class,” Ultra said bitterly with disgust in her voice. Navy’s  expectations from her was very high from the very beginning. Higher than from her peers and colleagues. She had got used to it. There was a time when she even enjoyed the ride and the chase. She was accustomed to live under constant pressure of producing the best effects. So why now it started to annoy her and made her feel uncomfortable? It was unfamiliar to her.

“Fuck him. He is trying to produce another Maverick for as long as I can remember. This is his ambition and he is using your desperate urge to impress the whole world for his own purpose,” Wayne said visibly annoyed with the concept.

“I always knew it. Until this Top Gun thing it didn’t bother me much,” she said with resignation in her voice.

“So what has changed, Jen?” Older pilot furrowed his brows visibly worried.

“That is what I am trying to figure out. Maybe I am getting old and soft, I don’t know. I wish I knew!” she growled, annoyed. Lack of answers to her own thoughts was another thing with which Ultra was unfamiliar with.

“We all are going to die someday Jennifer,” Riot couldn’t ’simply resist the temptation to bring some humor. Jennifer shot him a look flabbergastered.

“Oh, would you stop with your truisms already!” she slapped him in the back, but her wide grin gave her away. They both laughed.

“Hey, there is nothing bad in being soft, you know,” Riot kissed her on the cheek affectionally.

“I know, Wayne. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be married to Maggie,” she smiled.

“Maggie is the saint. Period. But at to the point. Is it possible that you got tired of being an aviator and all pressure which you must have endured since the day one?” Riot asked carefully watching her with wary eyes. Ultra frowned and stayed silent for a bit. When she looked up, there was still confusion in her eyes.

“I love flying. I love being a fighter pilot. But what if it is not my only desire in life? I have this annoying feeling like I am missing something significant out but I can’t put in words what exactly it is,” she said slowly. She closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. There. She finally said it out loud. But instead of relief she felt that her confusion and anger increased.

“I must admit, it took you long enough,” Riot commented slowly. Ultra opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly. Captain smiled genuinely.

“That the world does not end with the Navy.” he went on. Ultra looked at Riot with disbelief and snorted loudly at his remark.

“Really? Groundbreaking. Thanks for nothing!” she teased him. He pocked her between her ribs, making her giggle.

“Are you for real?! I am really trying to help you and you mock me!” Riot whined.

“What did I say about your truisms?” she protested causing him to poke her more.

“Be serious for a moment!” he complained. She raised her hands in peace. He shook his head with disapproval and then sighed.

“I don’t have a universal remedy for your situation. But what I can tell you is that having doubts is a sign that everything is okay with you. Second thoughts are healthy and necessary. It means that you know that the world can offer you something else and something more than pompous naval titles,” Wayne said very seriously. She didn’t reply to his statement immediately and stayed quiet for a while, deep in her thoughts. Riot could almost see her mind working vigorously. When she straightened her back, Wayne knew that she came to her own conclusions and nodded his head with satisfaction.

“Thank you for your wisdom, Riot!” she spoke in a playful manner, but Riot saw in her eyes that she meant each of her words. 

“Anytime, Jen-Jen. Now, come on, and let's get shit-faced. This is your farewell party after all. I hid a bottle of vodka!” he grinned mischievously like a little boy who misbehaved and was proud of it.

“Oh captain, my captain!” she joked.

“Dead Poet Society, huh? Give me a couple of shots and by the sunrise, I shall give you my Shakespeare’s declamation!”

“You mean AGAIN?!”

Their laughs echoed in the night.

Sidenote: I hope, you've enjoyed it! On the one hand, I am stressing out about your feedback guys (which is more than welcome, please feel free even to write to my inbox)! Nonetheless, I am proud that I was able to produce some writing since English is not my native language!

[helebing]

The Morning Show AU: When Bradley brings Maggie as her +1 at the annual UBA Christmas party, Alex is left alone to drink her sorrows, meanwhile she tries to process the fact that her co-anchor, and lowkey crush, is dating her ex. The next day, blackout drunk Alex is left to deal with the consequences, she played cool, so cool and unbothered that she got stuck in Maine for the holidays with two guests she doesn't even remember inviting. It's going to be a long week. // Made for the TMS secret santa

[jenconnellysshybellybutton]

I have decided to officially write for her!!! Jen my baby here I come so requests are open! (No nsfw please and thank you)✨

[mceproductions]

Best of 2022 Movies #15: Marry Me

Our best half begins proper with this surprisingly enjoyable romcom that unexpectedly has roots in a graphic novel.

But also unlike the similarly named webtoon that is highly recommended and equally compelling.

Jennifer Lopez portrays Kat Valdez a pop star with a rising career and fiancé in Bastian.

On the last leg of their tour where the duo are exchanging vows onstage, news of his infidelity leaks and facing humiliation either way Kat goes through with the wedding.

Only it’s to Owen Wilson’s math teacher Charlie who held up his Besties Marry Me Sign.

Now as a single dad thrust into the position of celebrity, and the pop star facing normal life the unlikely couple navigates life and everything that comes their way.

This was a treat, full of good music an enjoyable twist on the genre and with JLOs unexpected reunion with Ben Affleck (More Later) this does set a good mood for anyone thinking of taking the leap.

Feel good all the way.

SUM 22: The Years most unexpected adaptation brings JLo and the wow guy together as a couple born of the most unexpected circumstance ever.

[frontporchjunkie]

The morning show season finale is on Apple TV +

[bradshawssugarbaby]

All The Pretty Girls - Bob Floyd x Reader

A/N: Inspired by All The Pretty Girls by Kenny Chesney.

pairing: Bob Floyd x reader

warnings/content: sickeningly sweet Bob fluff.

word count: 3.1k

I'm home for the summer, shoot out the lights Don't blow my cover, oh I'm free tonight I'm coming over, call all your friends "Somebody hold me", all the pretty girls said All of the whiskey, went to my head "Shut up and kiss me", all the pretty girls said

Bob took in a deep breath as he walked up the long, dirt pathway that lead to his parents’ farmhouse. It’d been months since he’d been back in Kentucky - years, even, and as he approached the sounds of the party his family was throwing in the backyard, he felt himself fighting harder and harder to resist the overwhelming urge to turn around and run as fast as he could back to his rental car, hop in and catch the next flight back to San Diego. He contemplated the excuses he could come up with to explain his sudden disappearance, but before he had a chance to figure out the minor details, a familiar voice called out to him.

“Bobby! There’s our favourite lil pilot!”

His uncle shouted from across the yard, coming over to him with a firm slap on the shoulder as he greeted him. Bob tried not to cringe at the juvenile nickname his family still called him - he hated being called Bobby. No one back in San Diego knew him as anything other than Bob - it felt more grown up. He was the baby in his family, often called Bobby in a condescending way to remind him of how much younger he was than everyone else.

He’d been the surprise baby in the family - born unexpectedly when his mother was 37, following behind four older sisters who were 6, 8, 11 and 13 when he was born. Now, at 32, Bob felt himself recoil internally everytime someone called him that, especially if it was his family. His dozen nieces and nephews were about the only ones he’d tolerate it from, and occasionally his grandmother - who at this point was over 90 years old, and who was he to tell her no?

Bob adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, forcing a smile as he turned to face his boisterous family. Growing up, he’d always wondered if he was adopted - he was quiet, reserved, and shy - the complete opposite of everyone in his family tree. In fact, it was a running joke with his older sister Kate that he was adopted. He believed it for a while when he was 6 - it explained so much about him, or so he thought. Until, that was, the moment that his eldest sister, the often bossy and in control Jennifer, pulled out the home videos that had been recorded when Bob was born - a sight that Bob still couldn’t erase from his memory, regardless of how hard he tried to.

“I’m not so little anymore, Uncle Don,” Bob said with a sheepish smile as his uncle pulled him in for a bear hug.

“No, s’pose you aren’t now, are ya? You got yourself a little lady now, Bobby?”

“Not yet. I’ve been busy - haven’t been stateside in months, actually. This is my first chance at leave in over a year. Just never bothered taking it, I guess.”

That was a lie - Bob had taken a couple weeks leave last year, but he spent it at his home in San Diego, refreshing the decor and repainting to make it more to his tastes and basking in the peaceful quiet of his new space. He’d spent a day or two wandering around downtown San Diego with his friend, Bradley, the two of them exploring the area together - Bradley showing Bob all the sites he’d remembered from photographs and childhood memories. Bob couldn’t tell his family that though - they’d be crushed to learn that he had time off and chose not to spend it with them.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see them, he was sure of it. He just didn’t want to field all the questions he knew came with each visit. Nothing was off limits to his family - his love life, relationships, his personal details - he’d lost count of how many phone calls included a casual “So, meet anyone special yet, Bobby?”. He knew they meant well, but God, was he ever tired of it.

That was the other thing he’d grown tired of - watching his language all the time. His family was religious - far more so than he’d ever been, and the idea of swearing and cursing was scandalous to them, but it was something Bob’d grown used to in his 14 years serving in the Navy, between the Academy and on base. Trying to curb it around his family members was a task in and of itself.

“Robert!” His mother's arrival interrupted his ruminations, her fervent embrace enveloping him in a maternal cocoon. "Your accent's gone already, I knew California would be bad for you," she lamented, a tinge of jest lacing her words.

“Hi Ma, missed you,” He nodded, hugging her back firmly with a smile, “Relax, Ma, I’m still a Southern boy at heart, even if I don’t sound like it. Two of the guys in my squad are from the South too. Jake’s from Texas, Bradley’s from Virginia. I’ll probably find my accent again soon now that I’m stationed with them at North Island. At Lemoore I wasn’t paired up with anyone from here.”

“Ooh, Robert,” she said softly, rubbing his shoulder as she spoke to him, “There’s someone who’s been askin’ ‘bout you.”

Bob was about to ask who it was when the question was answered for him. He turned in the direction his mother was facing and felt his cheeks flush a bright red as he saw you. You and Bob had been friends as children - best friends, in fact. You’d kept in contact over the years, but eventually, around your 24th birthdays, the hangouts became less frequent, the phone calls grew further apart and texts took longer to answer, until eventually, they stopped. Standing in front of him now, eight years later, he couldn’t imagine for the life of him why he ever stopped talking to you.

His mind raced with a million thoughts at once, visions of what life would have been like if he’d manned up and asked you out. If he’d decided to risk it all in high school and take you to prom, or if he’d asked you out when you went to university a couple hours drive away from the Naval Academy. He figured he probably would have married you, if given the chance to go back and do it again. Own a house with a big yard, a half a dozen kids running around, some just like him, with sandy blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and some just like you - a vision of beauty in his mind.

He snapped back to reality when he felt you wrap your arms around him, a wide smile spreading across your face. He hugged you firmly, not wanting to make his sudden desire to hold you close evident. For all he knew, you could be married with a family by this point - it wouldn’t be odd at all, not now in your early thirties. In fact, he felt like he was the odd one out compared to everyone he’d grown up around in Kentucky. Most of the people he’d gone to school with were parents to kids approaching third grade.

“It’s so good to see you!” you exclaimed cheerfully as you pulled back from Bob’s embrace, sporting a warm, friendly grin.

“Yeah, it’s great seeing you too. Wow, it’s uh…it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Eight years, give or take.” You nodded quickly, shrugging the idea off as you met Bob’s cobalt blue eyes, finding it hard not to get yourself lost in them. He always did have the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen, framed perfectly now by silver wire framed glasses.

“How have you been?” He smiled as he guided you over towards the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and turning to look at you, “You want some sweet tea?”

“I’d love some, thanks Bob,” you nodded, remembering that he preferred going by that now that he was older.

As Bob poured two glasses of his mom’s homemade sweet tea for each of you, your eyes wandered over him, taking in the sight before you. The last time you’d seen him, Bob still resembled the teenage boy you’d crushed on throughout high school, but now, standing in his place, was a man. He stood at a solid six foot one, his blonde hair neatly combed, and a more adult style pair of wire glasses adorning his face, as opposed to the thick, dark square frames he wore throughout the time you knew him.

“I’ve been good,” you nodded slowly as you sipped the cool, brown liquid, the notes of lemon, sugar and black tea dancing on your tongue, “How about you? I heard you’re stationed out west now?”

“Yeah, I was at Lemoore, which is further north in California, but now I’m at North Island, in Coronado. Just outside of San Diego, actually. Other side of the bay.”

“How do you like it there? Bet the weather’s great, like, all the time, isn’t it? Much better than what I get out in D.C.”

“You’re in D.C. now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling softly, “Never left after college.”

Bob listened empathetically as you filled him in on everything he’d missed in your life over the past eight years. As you spoke, he couldn’t help but feel his attention wavering, not because he wasn’t interested in what you had to say, but because he couldn’t help but envision all the things that could’ve happened had he been brave enough to ask you out earlier. He wanted to kick himself for not trying for you - he’d always been fond of you. The sheer thought of you asking about him, and coming back to Kentucky to see him when he came home was enough to make him think of how much he’d screwed up before.

You felt yourself rambling nervously as you talked to Bob, trying to avoid any awkward silence between the two of you. You were so relieved to have this moment with him - just to talk to him again. You heard he was single, and you knew you still had unresolved feelings for him so when your mom had told you about the homecoming barbecue that Mrs. Floyd was planning for him, you knew you had to make the drive home, just to see what could’ve been between you both, and to see if anything remained between you.

As the night carried on, you felt yourself falling further and further for Bob - and now, you were left wondering why you hadn’t been bold enough to ask him out before. Why now, when it was the least convenient for the two of you, had to be when you realized this. You lived on the complete opposite coasts from one another - a six hour flight spanning the United States between the two of you. Although, the more time spent with Bob that evening, the more you found yourself considering taking a transfer to your job’s California office. Los Angeles was a much more doable three hour drive to San Diego - you could manage driving three hours every few days to see him if you needed to.

By 9pm, the party had dwindled down to a few members of Bob’s family, his parents, and you - everyone else having turned in for the night or headed home earlier. You, however, were staying a couple of houses away at your parents’ home, and could manage to stay as long as Bob wanted you to. He looked around the party, and, upon realizing he wouldn’t be missed anymore if he disappeared, he took you by the hand playfully, leading you to the old tree at the back of the property.

Nestled in the tree sat the treehouse you’d spent so many hours in together as kids, looking completely unchanged from when you’d last seen it. Bob smiled as he started climbing up the makeshift ladder, looking back at you with a mischievous grin - one you hadn’t seen in him since you were children.

“You comin’?” he ribbed playfully as he swung himself up into the treehouse, reaching his hand down to offer you help.

You shook your head, laughing at how ridiculous you felt, but quickly climbed your way up the tree to join him. He helped you into the treehouse, smirking at you as he adjusted his glasses. The treehouse was still decorated the way you’d left it - old toys sitting out on the table, a small toy chest full of Nerf guns and playing cards, a couple of toy cars and action figures joining them. Bob picked one of the action figures up, laughing as he held it in his hands, as if all the memories of you two playing together came flooding back at once.

“I forgot about this place,” you mused softly, your voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of forgotten treasures.

Bob nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips as he regarded the toy with a mix of fondness and amusement.

"Yeah, my nieces and nephews use it I guess sometimes. Glad to see they've left Batman intact for me though," he remarked, lifting the action figure as if to emphasize its importance.

A nostalgic chuckle bubbled up within you as you recalled the shared adventures of your childhood. "Hey, I remember that one! Batman used to come in and rescue Barbie for me all the time."

A playful glint danced in Bob's eyes as he remembered those innocent days of make-believe. "And then you insisted that Batman had to kiss Barbie."

"Listen, Barbie wanted to thank him," you protested with a playful grin, memories of imaginative play flooding back with each word.

"I think you just watched too many romcoms," Bob teased, his voice laced with affectionate banter.

Shaking your head, you couldn't help but laugh at the playful exchange, the echoes of your shared history ringing through the air. But as your laughter subsided, you found yourself drawn once more to Bob's gaze, the warmth of familiarity mingling with the weight of unspoken questions.

"Do you ever think about what would have happened if we dated in high school?" you ventured, the words hanging in the air like a delicate thread connecting past and present.

"All the time, actually," Bob admitted, his tone tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

"I always figured I'd end up marrying you," you nodded, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and sincerity as you confessed the thought that had lingered in the depths of your mind for far too long.

The air seemed to crackle with tension as your words hung in the space between you, each syllable echoing with the weight of unspoken truths and long-held desires. Across from you, Bob's expression shifted, a kaleidoscope of emotions flickering across his features before settling into a mask of gentle surprise.

The soft glow of the evening sun cast golden hues upon the scene, lending an ethereal quality to the moment as you both grappled with the revelation that hung heavy in the air. For a heartbeat, the world around you seemed to stand still, as if holding its breath in anticipation of what would come next.

Bob's gaze softened, his cobalt eyes reflecting the vulnerability mirrored in your own. "I… I never knew you felt that way," he admitted, his voice a gentle murmur against the backdrop of fading daylight.

A rush of uncertainty washed over you, mingling with the warmth of raw honesty that spilled from your lips. "I think I just, pushed it away, you know? I didn’t want us to stop being friends over it or anything as kids." you confessed, your words a whispered confession carried on the breeze.

Silence enveloped you once more, punctuated only by the distant chirping of crickets and the rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. In the quiet of the moment, the weight of unspoken possibilities hung heavy between you, a delicate dance of hope and fear weaving its way through the air.

Then, with a soft exhale, Bob reached across the space between you, his hand finding yours with a gentle certainty that sent shivers cascading down your spine. "Maybe… maybe we should talk about this," he suggested, his voice tentative yet filled with a quiet resolve.

As his fingers intertwined with yours, you felt a surge of courage swell within your chest, buoyed by the warmth of his touch. With a nod, you met his gaze, the tension hanging in the air melting away as you closed the distance between the two of you, locking your lips with his in a gentle, tender kiss.

Time seemed to slow to a standstill as the world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment of pure connection. His lips met yours with a softness that belied the depth of emotion coursing between you, igniting a spark that set your heart ablaze.

The sensation of his breath mingling with yours sent shivers cascading down your spine, each touch igniting a symphony of sensations that danced across your skin like a gentle breeze. In that fleeting instant, you lost yourself in the warmth of his embrace, the weight of the world falling away as you surrendered to the intoxicating pull of desire.

The soft murmur of the evening breeze whispered through the air, carrying with it the promise of a new beginning as you reveled in the sweetness of the moment. His arms enveloped you in a tender embrace, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies, only the shared warmth of your intertwined souls.

For a heartbeat, the world ceased to exist beyond the two of you, each touch a testament to the depth of feeling that bound you together. In the embrace of his arms, you found solace, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of life's uncertainties. As you finally pulled away, the ghost of his touch lingered on your lips, a lingering reminder of the passion that pulsed between you.

Bob’s cheeks flushed bright red, and he began to stutter as he spoke, a trait he’d long grown out of. “I, uh, I…um, that was…something,” he managed to spit out before beginning to ramble about how much he enjoyed kissing you.

“Bob,” you began, laughing softly as your hand gently rested on his cheek.

“Mhmm?”

“Shut up and kiss me again.”

[b00inazkaban]

MASTERLIST #2

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Let me know if there are any characters you’d like added and I’ll look into it! :)

MARVEL:

☆ Tony Stark

☆ Steve Rogers

☆ Bruce Banner

☆ Natasha Romanoff

☆ Clint Barton

☆ Bucky Barnes

☆ Sam Wilson

☆ Peter Parker

☆ Thor Odison

☆ Loki Laufeyson

☆ Dr. Stephen Strange

☆ Peter Quill

☆ Gamora

☆ Drax the destroyer

☆ Rocket the Racoon

☆ Mantis

☆ Groot

Poly Requests:

STRANGER THINGS:

☆ Steve Harrington: Steve Harrington x FtM reader**

☆ Robin Buckley :

☆ Nancy Wheeler:

☆ Eddie Munson:

☆ Johnathan Byers:

☆ Argyle:

☆ Billy Hargrove:

☆ Mike Wheeler: Little!Mike x GN!CG!Reader

☆ Dustin Henderson

☆ Will Byers

☆ Lucas Sinclair

☆ Eleven Hopper

☆ Max Mayfield

☆ Jim Hopper:

☆ Joyce Byers:

☆ Dmitri Antonov:

Poly Requests:

HARRY POTTER/MARAUDER:

☆ Harry Potter:

☆ Ron Weasley: CG!Ron Weasley x Little!GN!reader

☆ Hermione Granger:

☆ Fred Weasley: CG!Fred Weasley x Little!Fem!Reader

☆ George Weasley: George Weasley x reader ; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader

☆ Neville Longbottom: Sub!Neville x Dom!Reader**

☆ Draco Malfoy:

☆ Blaise Zambini:

☆ Enzo Berkshire:

☆ Mattheo Riddle:

☆ Theo Nott:

☆ Pansy Parkinson:

Marauders Era or Lighting Era:

☆ Lucius Malfoy:

☆ Narcissa Malfoy:

☆ Severus Snape:

☆ Bellatrix Lestrange:

☆ Barty Crouch Jr. :

☆ Evan Rosier:

☆ Pandora Rosier:

☆ Zahara Zambini:

☆ Regulus Black:

☆ Sirius Black:

☆ Remus Lupin:

☆ Lily Evans:

☆ Marlene McKinnon:

☆ Mary McDonald:

☆ Dorcas Meadows:

FANTASTIC BEASTS:

☆ Newt Scamander:

☆ Thesus Scammander:

☆ Jacob Kowalski:

☆ Queenie Goldstein:

☆ Albus Dumbledore (young):

☆ Gellart Grindlewald (young):

Poly Requests:

CRIMINAL MINDS:

☆Aaron Hotchner

☆ Jason Gideon

☆ Spencer Reid

☆ Derek Morgan

☆ JJ/ Jennifer Jareau

☆ Elle Greenaway

☆ Penelope Garcia

☆ Emily Prentiss

☆ David Rossi

Poly Requests:

BRIDGERTON:

☆ Anthony Bridgerton

☆ Benedict Bridgerton

☆ Colin Briderton

☆ Daphne Bridgerton

☆ Eloise Bridgerton

☆ Simon Basset

☆ Penelope Fetherington

☆ Queen Charlotte (Young)

☆ King George (Young)

Poly Requests:

Queen charlotte x reader x King George

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:

☆ Leonardo: NSFW alphabet

☆ Raphael:

☆ Donnatelo:

☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader

☆ April O'Neil:

☆ Casey Jones:

Poly Requests:

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud

TOP GUN:

☆ Pete Mitchell "Maverick"

☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"

☆ Jake Seresin "Hangman"

☆ Natasha Trace "Phoenix"

☆ Robert Floyd "Bob"

Poly Requests:

THE HOBBIT/LOTR:

☆ Thorin

☆ Bilbo

☆ Fili

☆ Kili

☆ Dwalin

☆ Bofur

☆ Bard

☆ Legolas

☆ Tauriel

☆ Thuranduil

Poly Requests:

TWILIGHT:

☆ Carlisle Cullen

☆ Esme Cullen

☆ Emmet Cullen

☆ Rosalie Cullen

☆ Alice Cullen

☆ Jasper Cullen: CG!Jasper Hale x nb!little!reader

☆ Edward Cullen

☆ Bella Cullen/Swan

☆ Jacob Black

☆ Garrett

The Volturi:

☆ Aro

☆ Caius

☆ Marcus

Poly Requests:

THE HUNGER GAMES:

☆ Katniss Everdeen

☆ Petta Mellark

☆ Finnick Odair

☆ Johanna Mason

☆ Haymitch Abernathy

Poly Requests:

LUCIFER:

☆ Lucifer Morningstar

☆ Mazikeen

☆ Amenadeil

☆ Chole Decker

☆ Linda Martin

Poly Requests:

How To Train Your Dragon:

☆ Hiccup Haddock

☆ Astrid Hofferson

☆ Snotlout

☆ Ruffnut

☆ Tuffnut

Poly Requests:

Across The SpiderVerse:

☆ Miles Morales

☆ Miguel O'Hara

Spider thoughts!

☆ Peter B. Parker

Spider thoughts!

☆ Hobie Brown

☆ Gwen Stacy

☆ Spider-Noir

Spider thoughts!

Poly Requests:

Descendants:

☆ Mal

☆ Evie

☆ Carlos

☆ Jay

☆ Gil

☆ Harry

☆ Uma

Poly Requests:

MATCHUPS/MOODBOARDS:

☆ @thoughtfulcreatornight x Raphael matchup

☆ Anonymous x Remus Lupin matchup

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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

[sotwk]

I was wondering who are your fancasts for your headcanon world?

<33

Hiiii Quickie! @quickslvxrr

Am I right in guessing that your question was prompted by my reblog of your reblog of Charlie Hunnam's gif set? XD

Because if so, I will just say that I am very excited to have selected Charlie as my fancast for Théodred of Rohan! (Excited because I hope to start writing chapters of my Eomer x OC fic soon, which actually co-stars dear Théodred.)

I have a growing fancast list for the SotWK AU! I still need to get around to making an official and complete list, but since you seem curious, here is majority of what I have so far.

Apart from Reader Insert stories I write in response to requests, all fics and characters I create are grounded in the SotWK AU, so these characters exist consistently across and crossover between my stories.

SotWK AU Fancast List (a work in progress)

The Royal Family of the Woodland Realm

Elvenking Thranduil - Lee Pace

Elvenqueen Maereth - Jennifer Connelly

Crown Prince Mirion - Henry Cavill

Prince Turhir - Sam Heughan

Prince Arvellas - Rupert Friend 

Prince Gelir - Sam Claflin

Prince Legolas - Orlando Bloom

Crown Princess Itarildë  - Teresa Palmer

(later Crown) Prince Aranion - Bradley James

Princess Anariel- Gabriella Wilde 

Elvenking Oropher - Jason Isaacs

Greenwood Elves

Darthol (Gelir's birth-mate) - Dan Stevens

Olondir (cousin of the Thranduilions) - Jake Gyllenhaal

Rivendell Elves

Elrond - Hugo Weaving

Celebrían - Connie Nielsen 

Nimeithel (oc cousin of Celebrían & mother of Itarildë) - Rebecca Ferguson

Elladan - Richard Madden

Elrohir - Sebastian Stan

Silmarillion / First Age Ancestors

Glorfindel - ???? -still searching!-

Elemírë (oc wife of Glorfindel & sister of Elenwë) - Vanessa Kirby

Maglor/Kanafinwë - Ben Barnes

Velcálë (oc wife of Maglor) - Zendaya Coleman

Círdan the Shipwright - Iain Glen

Eäriel (oc wife of Círdan) - Olivia Hussey

Eärondir (oc son of Círdan & father of Maereth) - Alexander Skarsgard  

Laurinwen (oc mother of Maereth) - Lily Collins

Dwarves / Line of Durin

Durin III, King of Khazad-dûm- Hugh Jackman 

Frerin, son of Thrain - Gerard Butler

Gondorians

Aerdis (oc love interest of Boromir) - Freida Pinto 

Anarlas (brother of Aerdis) - Oscar Isaac

Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth - Eric Bana

Ivriniel - Isabella Rossellini

Finduilas - Monica Bellucci

Erchirion - Adam Driver

Lothíriel - Gal Gadot

Rohirrim

Théodred - Charlie Hunnam

Signyr (oc shield-maiden & Éomer's love interest) - Katheryn Winnick

Léodor (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Chris Hemsworth

Héothain (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Will Poulter

Haradrim

to be revealed OC - Pedro Pascal

YUP. I almost didn't want to insert that little spoiler of my upcoming fic, but I'm just too excited about fancasting the widely adored Pedro Pascal in my AU. It will be one heck of a character, too! I am SO VERY excited to create Harad OCs (Pedro's will be the main one)!

Thank you for the Ask! Although this list is still messy and incomplete, answering it puts me one step closer to getting an official fancast list done! :)

Just tagging people whom I think/hope might be interested in this:

@hobbitwrangler @scyllas-revenge @ass-deep-in-demons @emmanuellececchi @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @konartiste @hippodameia @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @achromaticerebus @aduialel @asianbutnotjapanese @entishramblings @heilith @ladyweaslette @laneynoir @quillofspirit @stormchaser819 @g-m-kaye @mirra-kan @alwayssevvy @marsharmonicorchestra @laurfilijames @coopsgirl @jane0error @jezzibee @lathalea @cuarthol

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

SotWK HC Masterlist

Fanfiction Masterlist

Fanfiction Request Guidelines

[themakeupbrush]

List of Met Galas since 2001

I've gotten a few asks for a list of Met Galas. Technically, the gala has existed since 1948, and been themed since 1973, but I started at 2001 to keep it short (there was no gala in 2000 apparently). If you're interested in every theme that's ever existed, there's a chart on Wikipedia.

Most lists online start somewhere around 2011-2013, since it wasn't covered by the press the same way before then.

2001 Jacqueline Kennedy: The White House Years

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Christina and Lindsay Owen-Jones, Annette and Oscar de la Renta, Carolina Herrera Caroline Kennedy and Edwin A. Schlossberg

Sponsor: L'Oreal

2003 Goddess: The Classical Mode

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Tom Ford, Nicole Kidman

Sponsor: Gucci

2004 Dangerous Liaisons: Fashion and Furniture in the 18th Century

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Renée Zellweger, Lawrence Stroll, Silas Chou, Edgar Bronfman Jr. Jacob Rothschild, Jayne Wrightsman

Sponsor: Asprey

2005 The House of Chanel

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Karl Lagerfeld, Nicole Kidman Caroline, Princess of Hanover

Sponsor: Chanel

2006 AngloMania: Tradition and Transgression in British Fashion

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Christopher Bailey, Sienna Miller Rose Marie Bravo, The Duke of Devonshire

Sponsor: Burberry

2007 Poiret: King of Fashion

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Cate Blanchett, Nicolas Ghesquière François-Henri Pinault

Sponsor: Balenciaga

2008 Superheroes: Fashion and Fantasy

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, George Clooney, Julia Roberts, Giorgio Armani

Sponsor: Giorgio Armani

2009 The Model As Muse: Embodying Fashion

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Kate Moss, Justin Timberlake Marc Jacobs

Sponsor: Marc Jacobs

Ticket Price: $7,500

2010 American Woman: Fashioning a National Identity

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Oprah Winfrey, Patrick Robinson

Sponsor: Gap

2011 Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Colin Firth, Stella McCartney François-Henri Pinault and Salma Hayek

Sponsor: Alexander McQueen

2012 Schiaparelli and Prada: Impossible Conversations

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Carey Mulligan, Miuccia Prada, Jeff Bezos

Sponsor: Amazon

2013 Punk: Chaos to Couture

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Rooney Mara, Lauren Santo Domingo, Riccardo Tisci Beyoncé

Sponsor: Moda Operandi

Ticket Price: $15,000

2014 Charles James: Beyond Fashion

Co-chairs: Aerin Lauder, Anna Wintour, Bradley Cooper, Oscar de la Renta, Sarah Jessica Parker, Lizzie and Jonathan Tisch

Sponsor: AERIN

Ticket Price: $25,000

Theme Announcement: September 4th, 2013

2015 China: Through the Looking Glass

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Jennifer Lawrence, Gong Li, Marissa Mayer, Wendi Murdoch, Silas Chou

Sponsor: Yahoo

Ticket Price: $25,000

Theme Announcement: September 11th, 2014

2016 Manus x Machina: Fashion in an Age of Technology

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Taylor Swift, Idris Elba, Jonathan Ive Nicolas Ghesquière, Karl Lagerfeld, Miuccia Prada

Sponsor: Apple

Ticket Price: $30,000

Theme Announcement: October 13th, 2015

2017 Rei Kawakubo/Comme des Garçons: Art of the In-Between

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Gisele Bündchen and Tom Brady, Katy Perry, Pharrell Williams, Rei Kawakubo

Sponsor: Apple, Condé Nast, Farfetch, H&M, Maison Valentino

Ticket Price: $30,000

Theme Announcement: October 21st, 2016

2018 Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Rihanna, Amal Clooney, Donatella Versace Christine and Stephen A. Schwarzman

Sponsors: Christine and Stephen A. Schwarzman, Versace

Ticket Price: $30,000

Theme Announcement: November 8th, 2017 (currently the latest they've announced the theme)

2019 Camp: Notes on Fashion

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Lady Gaga, Harry Styles, Serena Williams, Alessandro Michele

Sponsor: Gucci

Ticket Price: $35,000

Theme Announcement: October 9th, 2018

Planned for May 4, 2020 (canceled) About Time: Fashion and Duration

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Meryl Streep, Emma Stone, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Nicolas Ghesquière

Sponsor: Louis Vuitton

September 2021 In America: A Lexicon of Fashion

Co-chairs: Timothée Chalamet, Billie Eilish, Amanda Gorman, Naomi Osaka, Tom Ford, Adam Mosseri, Anna Wintour

Sponsor: Instagram

Ticket Price: $35,000

2022 In America: An Anthology of Fashion

Co-chairs: Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Regina King, Tom Ford, Adam Mosseri, Anna Wintour

Sponsor: Instagram

Ticket Price: $35,000

2023 Karl Lagerfeld: A Line of Beauty

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Dua Lipa, Michaela Coel, Penélope Cruz, Roger Federer

Sponsors: Chanel, Fendi, Karl Lagerfeld (brand)

Ticket Price: $50,000 (most expensive to date)

Theme Announcement: September 30th, 2022

[thefirsthogokage]

The level at which Drew Barrymore is fucking up is INSANE

[Image ID: a pair of tweets from from Claire Willett (@clairwillett) from September 11th, 2023 that read:

I know Twitter is not a universal barometer but boy if I was Drew Barrymore’s PR folks I would be gravely concerned about the number of well-known actors on here basically saying “WE WILL NOT BE FORGETTING THIS”

they’ll be skipping your couch on the next press junket, ma’am

unclear if this is a bad-faith question or not but I’ll say that just within the last hour in my own twitter feed I have seen

Joshua Malina

Bradley Whitford

Evan Handler

Anson Mount

Lisa Ann Walter

Roxane Gay

/End ID]

The link in the tweet leads you to the tweet below.

[Image ID: Lisa Ann Walter QT'd (on September 11th, 2023) a tweet of hers from April 17th, 2023 that reads:

Hang out with me & my new sister @DrewBarrymore Tmw!

On @DrewBarrymoreTV

I love her.

And you can tell by my enthusiastic oversharing.

Featuring - the gross recipe me and my High School BFF slapped together.

The tweet includes three tweets with the two of them from Barrymore's show.

The QT reads:

Don’t know why this is going around again-but please note the date: Before both strikes.

I’m a unionist.

I’m proudly re-elected to #SagAftra National & LA Local board. I’m on the NegComm. I chair LA women’s committee and am on WAY too many others. I’m also WGA.

I Don’t X lines

/End ID]

Other tweets that she was talking about:

[Image ID: a tweet from Bradley Whitford on September 11th, 2023 that is a QT of Variety tweeting this article about Drew Barrymore owning the decision to come back and claiming she's not violating strike rules (yes she is because hers is a WGA contracted production). It reads:

Oh, you own it. For sure, @DrewBarrymore. And we’ll never forget it.

/End ID.]

I'm sorry, my anxiety is going up a bit with all of the messiness this post, so I'm not going to do the IDs anymore, and my phone is being mean. But here are others, starting with Evan Handler:

Anson Mount:

Before that he also retweeted Bradley Whitford's tweet, but I'm running out of room.

Roxane Gay:

And there was another one where she rt'd someone basically backhandedly slamming Drew Barrymore for being the host of this year's National Book Awards.

And then, saving the best for last, Joshua Malina has been going scorched earth on Barrymore and reminding people The View is also scabbing. Honestly love seeing it and highly recommend him as someone to follow. A lot of retweets of others as well as original tweets:

He's talking about a hat with the thing that let's custom text scroll. What the person he QT'd is referring to is his hat saying "Drew Barrymore is a Scab".

He actually started hounding her on Sunday, after it was announced very late in the day that she was coming back on Monday.

I love Josh Malina.

Fuck Drew Barrymore.

Also, fuck every celebrity who crosses the picket lines. (This includes Oprah (who also hasn't donated any or her billions to Maui and instead asked others to donate even though she also has a home there which she got through shady deals and wouldn't let anyone use it as a shelter in an emergency) and Brook Shield's who went today.)

(Also fuck other celebs who liked Drew's post about coming back including Lily Collins, Cara Delevingne, Jennifer Aniston, Kristen Bell, and Jennifer Garner and I'm honestly not surprised by the four of those, don't know enough about the first one.)

[jenconnellysshybellybutton]

jen x reader fic where reader (gn) is her bestfriend and jen has been away filming bad behavior and it's a nice zoom call catching up? all fluff

Coming soon!!!

[jackiequick]

Duck, duck, duck, duck, Goose! | Top Gun Fanfic 🧸

Top Gun AU✈️

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Pairing: Nick Bradshaw x Carole Bradshaw , Pete Mitchell & Tom Kazansky

Summary: When it came to kids Carole, Iceman and Maverick only had to worry about two. Bradley and his young brother, Dane. Then came Jenny. It seemed fit, 3 for 3! But when another Mitchell kid, came along they realized they had more on their hands. 4 for 4!

Characters mentioned/include: Audrey, Buzz, Wraith, Slider, Hazel, and the rest of the 86’ class

Timeline: Post-Top Gun (1986), Pre Top Gun Maverick

Warning: Canon character death mentioned

Fic type: Fluff and humorous, with small moments of angst

Previous fic —> Click here

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There were moments like this where if you told Maverick and the others years ago, that kids would be part of the agenda they would’ve laughed at you so hard and through you were crazy.

But then the kids started coming over the years.

It started with Goose and Carole. High school sweethearts destined to get married and have kids of their own, where everyone can only wish to have a portion of what they had.

Of course, they had little Bradley Bradshaw or baby goose as he was nicknamed.

Adorable little blonde boy with cubby cheeks and a curious little smile that meant determination. He looked just like his father in every way, Maverick would tell his nephew that years to come.

It was great being a little group of 4. Memories made and laughs saved.

But sadly, then Goose died after a training accident while Carole and Bradley were there to visit them. Maverick felt horrible, so did Iceman, Audrey and the rest of the 86’ class. Gloomy painful days were to come after that.

However there was a flip side, a little surprise to come after the clouds were blowing away.

And that little beam of sunlight became Dane Bradshaw many months later.

Carole didn’t know she was pregnant at the time until Audrey pointed out how fuzzy she felt lately and honestly they couldn’t have been happier in that moment.

Maverick lightly joked, “Wow! I guess Goose really take you to bed.”

“Oh Mav, play nice and that was a little secret.” Replied the Carole with a smile joking back.

Sunset chuckled, “And made sure to leave a bag of surprises afterwards.”

—

Goose really did leave a bag of surprise afterwards but they didn’t know that yet until years later.

Duck, duck, duck, duck, Goose!

—

Dane Bradshaw was the spitting image of his mother with such a warmth and gentle smile to him, he was nicknamed pooh bear.

Him and Bradley were only 2-3 years apart in age, but there will be moments where they acted like they shared the same brain cell. Being silly little ducklings, surprising people with their charm and sweet tactics.

There were days Carole would come home to the kids (along with Maverick) causing a mess in the house baking. Days where the boys will go playing with water guns and end up getting Audrey’s clothes wet.

Or with Iceman, where Bradley would show their uncle an idea for an airplane to build with boxes and other items in the house. Meanwhile Dane would collect all the ideas, wanting to go big or go bold enough to shine with their plane where Ice couldn’t have the heart to say no.

Other times, Dane was the sweetest thing in the whole entire world. A gushing image is a gentle breeze holding up flowers to his aunties such as Hazel and Audrey, making get well cards for his mama. Hugging his uncle Mav and teasing his uncle Ice with a little grin.

But he was also very protective, him and his brother, being a guard dog when it comes their mother. That goes for Hazel, Valkyrie, Audrey and whatever other lady in their lives.

————

Speaking on ladies, they were surprised at the time she arrived. It was an unexpected surprise indeed as for she came at an old hour of the night. No alert, no phone call or an letter from the post man.

Just an knock on the door in a carrier held the first half of The Mitchell-Bradshaw clan. Jennifer Penelope Mitchell, or as she was nickname princess.

Don’t worry she gets a handful of nicknames later on, so do all the kids!

Pete and Ice were in total shock at the bundle of joy brought to their attention but welcomed her with open arms nonetheless.

It took Maverick a long couple of hours, even days to fully get his head around the fact he had a daughter.

It wasn’t until Carole met her and saw the cheeky little smile that she said, “Yup, Pete she’s yours alright!”

“Yes she is.” Audrey added, blowing raspberries into her cheek.

The girls fell in love with Jenny overnight, engulfed by her sweetness but since she was Mav’s kid the girl hated to sleep and very silly. According Iceman she was stubborn like her father but Audrey would say she’s stubborn like him instead.

When Carole brought the boys to meet their cousin/future best friend, Bradley was taken back by Jenny and Dane was curious rather shy about the ideas.

“Mama! Does that mean I have to share a room with her too?” Bradley asked pointed to the girl.

“Wha’ she do?” Dane added, his vocabulary and grammar not very accurate yet.

It was silly, since Dane Bradshaw was close enough be to around less than 2 years older than her but he was curious about the situation, not wanting to share the spotlight with anyone. Same thing when for Bradley, even though he was the oldest.

Carole had to correct them saying, “No boys, you don’t have to share a room with her. And she is just a baby, so she doesn’t do much yet. But I think you guys are gonna like her a lot.”

And as always, Carole Bradshaw is correct!

Since Bradley quickly warmed up to Jenny wanting to show her everything and take the girl everywhere he went like the big brother he is to Dane. Especially when Jenny got older he got to joke around, watching over her and and play with her a lot more.

Bradley nicknamed her Jenny Penny.

Dane, since they were somewhat closer in age range per say, the two were pretty close. Dane being softer, very silly toward the girl and more importantly being protective, catching up on new things with things he learned at school and playing with her a lot of the time.

He nicknamed her JenJen.

Eventually the boys would give her the classic nickname and future callsign, JenPen.

But Jenny Mitchell wasn’t the one who got nicknames, because to her Bradley was Brad Brad and Dane was Danny Boy.

Even though as the years went on, her nicknames for them changed to Chicken and Engineer.

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Soon enough Baby Goose, Pooh Bear, and Princess had a 4th to complete the group (hopefully)…

…Daffy Duck!

Other name being used for Austin Mitchell.

If one Mitchell kid wasn’t enough, look no more to a second one! That was another surprise that left Carole, Iceman, Audrey and Maverick himself flabbergasted at the news. But it’s wasn’t an total surprise since Maverick was known for being in the dating scene a long time, falling in and out of love with several women because the attraction was a strong thing.

Like a lot things, it never lasted too long ending up in heartbreak, loneliness and confusion, thinking it was a short fling.

But as we learned that every actions has an equal opposite reaction. That resulted in his son, in which he chuckled and sighed in awe of the little smile that entered his world. He fell in love with his kid the moment he met him.

Slider joked, “Alright, either Maverick needs to do something about the love making around here or Goose had an grand ol’ conversation about bringing four ducklings with the big man upstairs when he left?!”

Iceman glared at his best friend jokingly, “Very funny, buddy. There is no way Mother Goose had this all figured out and planned for this to happened. It was just fate!”

Maverick shut them both up carrying his son in his arms and said, “Oh shut it you two! Before we know it you’re popping out kids of your own.”

Carole smiled, “My husband wouldn’t do such a thing, even if he did I think theses were gifts. Look how cute they are!”

~~~~~

Two blondes and two brunettes, all wrapped into a cute little gift baskets from Mother Goose himself.

“Yeah no Slider’s right, Nicholas Bradshaw brought down four ducking after his departure!” Audrey added a few minutes later.

~~~~~

Austin Mitchell was a spitting imagine and reminder of his father, times 10! From his brownish-green eyes to his nose, even the floppy mess of chocolate brown locks. His smile was no different, giggling about his favorite things and moving around with so much energy that he could become the next marathon runner for god’s sake.

But like any kid here, especially a kid that belongs to Maverick Mitchell, Austin was a clumsy boy knocking into everything and getting himself stuck in troubling situations. It was cute but also kinda annoying.

“A little tornado warning should come with him.” Joked Wraith once he met the boy with a smile.

Nonetheless he was loved. Jenny was only two years old when she got her baby brother, wanting to parenting him and keep the little guy out of danger with a pout. But then again, she was also very clumsy and cheeky herself so they both ended up in a little sticky situation.

Seriously, both kids were found in the kitchen once eating one of their father’s favorite sweet treat, being honeybuns, while on the floor giggling.

Iceman snorted so loud seeing his niece and nephew happily eating the dessert that his only questions was, “How did you two get your hands on it in the first place?”

“Unca Iceee!” Austin only yelled with a little smile and sticky fingers.

“You wan’ some?” Added Jenny with the similar little smile.

Other times, Austin would be the only one brave enough for certain things, dragging Bradley along to meet new people such as when they met Wraith or Buzz for the first time. Austin scared poor Wraith with his chaotic tendencies meanwhile Buzz laughed his ass off.

Plenty of times, that chaotic charm the young boy naturally held would bring a smile to the faces he meets, like when he met Ark and Hazel. When Austin finished hanging out with Hazel, she wanted to keep this boy for herself.

…but there were some moments where Austin’s shining personality mixed with the wrong crowd.

Let’s just say Ice and Mav enrolled him into little league baseball practice for one week, but midway through that same week the coach had to call Audrey to take the kid back home. Because due to Austin’s style, tiny temper and competitive nature when his team wasn’t winning, he decide to use his baseball bat and hit one of the kids from the other team with it.

The kid went as far as to chase the other children around the field in revenge and when Audrey heard that, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She knew it was a bad thing and they probably had to enroll him into a different sport, but the image in her head of her nephew chasing the other kids around like a Looney Tune character was too funny.

“Yup, he was definitely Pete’s son.” She said with a smile, picking up her nephew to take him out for ice cream and a small lecture onto how it’s not nice to hit people.

Let’s just say Audrey wasn’t the only one laughing at the news that day about why Austin Mitchell might not return to baseball practice that week.

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Speaking of Austin, since he was hopefully the last baby for now at least, they decided to set up a color coordinated system for the kids.

That meant if gifts were given, certain items were being delivered, and everyday things like cups, hats, sweaters, backpacks, socks and or etc. each child had their own version of one.

Hell, each kid had certain days set on the calendar, where they all had to do something the other wanted. Like park, mall, trips to the beach and or going to the movie theater.

It was Carole’s idea! So there were no fighting, especially since they were all so little at the time.

Bradley’s things always had a cherry red dot, cute little red label or red post it note on them. (Sometimes apple or red-orange color)

Dane’s things always had a sunny yellow dot, little yellow label or yellow post it note on them. (Sometimes bumblebee or yellow-green color)

Jenny’s things always had a rosy pink dot, little pink label or pink post it note on them. (Sometimes lilac or pink-red color)

Austin’s things always had a sky blue dot, little blue label or blue post it note on them. (Sometimes olive or blue-green color)

And honestly, it was pretty helpful at the time when they were just little kids. Since they knew once they got older, all four of them would pick certain colors to wear, act differently for types of situations and understand the concept of what is not their stuff, don’t take.

But of course like any set of children, no matter what you did or how many times you had to lecture them about a topic, they will always fight about something. Like toys, bedding, backpacks, clothes, food and things to do together.

Like when Bradley and Dane were fighting over a certain Star Wars backpack they saw at Walmart to take for back to school time.

Or when Austin and Jenny were arguing about a DC LEGO sets they both wanted to buy, Batman or Superman sets.

They were kids! You can’t prepare for everything, so the parents always stepped in making the decision for them or had to settle on a small compromise on what’s the verdict. 

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Nonetheless, they were good kids that’s what matters.

Yes, they were all different ages with vastly different views on things and personalities but that’s what makes them unique.

They care about their children way too much and thanked Goose for sending such a wonderful set of surprises and memories to come.

But the question that the adults tend to have on their minds was, how would the world handle their set of ducklings as they grow up?

What kind of experiences they will have?

Who will fall in love and who will get their heart broken?

Will there be friends or foes that come they’re way?

So many questions but only time will tell…

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Thank you so much for reading this! 🎬 I know, it’s not exactly formatted like my other stories per say but it was an interesting way to introduce theses kids.

What was your favorite part? 💕

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