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To the Sky and Back

SUMMARY: After a falling-out with Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, reader tries to piece her life back together, avoiding every place and routine that reminds her of him. But when Bradley faces a high-risk mission, a visit from Natasha "Phoenix" shatters her fragile peace, forcing her to confront the depth of her feelings. With Bradley’s life hanging in the balance, she must decide whether to risk her heart again and let him know just how much he means to her before it's too late. A story of love, loss, and second chances, To the Sky and Back explores the courage it takes to hold on to what truly matters.

A/N: This was a combination of two different asks that I received! One was requested for the prompt and then the other was requesting some angst with Bradley where the angst is a little more prolonged. Thanks to both of the people who sent the request for this in! Hope you enjoy it!

PROMPT: "I'm sorry I'm not the person you want me to be."

WARNINGS/TAGS: Angst. Some more angst. And then some fluff.

WORD COUNT: 7.4K

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The Hard Deck hummed with its usual Friday night energy. Glasses clinked, laughter rose in waves, and the jukebox crooned an old Tom Petty song. You sat at the bar, absentmindedly tracing the condensation ring your drink had left on the wooden surface. It had been four months since you’d seen Bradley Bradshaw—four long months of waiting, wondering, and overthinking. You couldn’t decide if the knot in your stomach was from excitement or the growing anxiety about what, exactly, you and Bradley were.

Your heart jolted when you heard it—the unmistakable low rumble of the Bronco’s engine pulling into the parking lot. Your pulse quickened, and you felt every nerve in your body go on high alert. Turning toward the door, you saw him.

There he was. Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, in all his casual, rugged glory. Light wash jeans clung perfectly to his long legs, paired with a simple white undershirt under an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. His aviators, always a part of his signature look, were perched on his face, but as he stepped inside, he slid them off, tucking them into his shirt pocket. The room seemed to dim around him, your focus narrowing solely to the man you’d spent countless nights thinking about.

His eyes scanned the bar, and the moment they found yours, a lazy, lopsided grin spread across his face. He didn’t break eye contact as he ordered his beer from Penny. Then, beer in hand, he made his way to you.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he said smoothly, his voice low and warm, like a melody you’d missed without realizing it.

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you slid off the stool, your arms wrapping around him instinctively. The tension of the last four months melted—if only for a second—as he looped an arm over your shoulders and pulled you in. He smelled of salt and sunscreen, the lingering scents of the ocean clinging to him.

“Missed you, sweets,” he murmured near your ear.

Your throat tightened at his words, but you forced yourself to play it cool, smiling up at him. “Missed you too.”

For a moment, you were lost in the way he looked at you, the warmth in his hazel eyes making your chest ache. But then, with a slight squeeze of your shoulder, he pulled away.

“I should go say hi to the gang,” he said, gesturing toward the pool table where Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote were gathered. “You don’t mind, right?”

“Of course not,” you replied quickly, shaking your head. “Go catch up.”

He gave you another of his disarming smiles before walking off, his long strides carrying him toward his friends. You watched him go, heart sinking slightly as you turned back to the bar. 

The reality of your situation hit you again: you didn’t know where you stood with him, and the months apart hadn’t brought any clarity.

The laughter from his group reached your ears, and you sipped your drink to distract yourself. You wanted to be happy just to see him again, to feel his arm around you, to hear him call you “sweets.” But in the pit of your stomach, the question gnawed at you: What are we?

The night had deepened, and the cool ocean breeze filtered into the bar as the laughter and music continued around you. Bradley had been with his friends for most of the night, his easy smile and quiet laugh lighting up the group. You didn’t begrudge him the time to reconnect, but your heart weighed heavier with every passing minute. You couldn’t wait any longer.

When he came back to the bar to grab another beer, you saw your chance. Before he could return to the others, you touched his arm, stopping him.

“Bradley,” you said softly, your voice almost drowned out by the jukebox. His hazel eyes met yours, warm but questioning. “Can we talk? Just for a minute.”

His brows knitted slightly, but he nodded. “Yeah, of course. What’s up?”

You gestured toward the patio doors. He hesitated for a beat, then set his beer down and followed you outside. The night outside was quieter than inside the bar, the faint crash of waves filling the space between you. 

Bradley leaned casually against the patio railing, but there was tension in his shoulders that hadn’t been there a moment ago. He seemed almost hesitant as he met your gaze.

“What’s on your mind, sweets?” he asked, his voice warm, though a flicker of unease crossed his features.

You exhaled deeply, gathering the courage to say the words that had been circling in your mind for months. “I need to talk about us, Bradley. I need to know what we’re doing.”

His expression faltered, confusion laced with discomfort. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” You took a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. “We’ve been doing this for a year. And I’ve been happy—really happy—with you. But I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with not knowing where I stand. I need to know if this is going somewhere.”

He shifted his weight, dragging a hand through his hair. “I didn’t think we needed to put a label on it,” he said, his tone measured. “I thought we were good.”

“That’s the problem,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly. “I might have been okay with that before, but I’m not anymore. I want more, Bradley. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. Officially. Exclusively.”

He frowned, the lines on his forehead deepening as he crossed his arms. “I don’t see why we can’t just keep things the way they are. I like what we have. It works.”

“Does it work for you? Because it’s starting to tear me apart,” you shot back, your voice louder now. “I’ve spent the last four months not knowing if I was the person you missed or just someone to pass the time with when you’re here.”

Bradley’s head snapped up, his hazel eyes burning with something between guilt and frustration. “You think I don’t miss you?” he asked sharply. “You think I don’t care about you?”

“I don’t know what to think, Bradley!” you admitted, throwing your hands up. “You never tell me how you feel, and you keep everything so damn vague. I don’t even know if you’ve been with anyone else, because we’ve never talked about it!”

His jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I haven’t been with anyone else. It’s only been you.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache, but it didn’t ease the tension coiled tightly inside you. “Then why can’t you just say it? Why can’t you call me your girlfriend?”

“Because it scares the hell out of me!” he snapped, his voice breaking slightly. He turned away, bracing himself against the railing. “I’ve seen what this life does to people. My dad left my mom behind, and it destroyed her. I can’t—” He exhaled roughly, his broad shoulders rising and falling. “I can’t do that to someone. To you.”

Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “You think you’re protecting me by keeping me at arm’s length? You think it doesn’t hurt to feel like I’m asking for too much just to be something more to you?”

He turned back to you, his hazel eyes filled with regret. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry I’m not the person you want me to be.”

His words cut deep, and a tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it. You swiped at it angrily, stepping back. “I’m sorry, too. Because I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending this is enough.”

“Wait,” he said quickly, reaching for your hand. “Don’t go. Please. We can talk about this—figure something out.”

You shook your head, pulling your hand away. “We’ve been ‘figuring it out’ for a year, Bradley. I can’t keep waiting for you to decide I’m worth the risk.”

“Don’t say that,” he said, his voice breaking. He stepped closer, desperation flickering in his eyes. “You are worth it—I just—”

“You just don’t know if you’re ready to admit it,” you finished for him, your voice trembling. “And I can’t keep waiting for you to be ready.”

The silence between you was deafening. He looked at you like he wanted to say something—anything—that would make you stay, but the words never came.

Finally, you turned and walked away, tears blurring your vision. 

“Wait!” Bradley called after you, his voice raw. “Let me at least drive you home. Please.”

You stopped but didn’t turn back. 

“No,” you said firmly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t follow me, Bradley.”

As you reached the parking lot, Jake Seresin stood leaning against his truck, his arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. When your tear-streaked face came into view, his expression softened.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low.

“Can you drive me home?” you asked, wiping at your cheeks. “Just drop me off and come back.”

Jake nodded, his usual cocky demeanor nowhere in sight. He opened the passenger door for you without a word, and you climbed in.

As Jake’s truck rumbled to life, you glanced back. Bradley stood on the patio, his hands on his hips, his face a mix of heartbreak and confusion. The sight of him cracked something deep inside you, but you forced yourself to look away as Jake pulled out of the parking lot.

The weight of what had just happened settled heavily on your chest, and for the first time in months, you felt the full brunt of the unknown you’d been living with.

The hum of Jake’s truck filled the silence as you stared out the passenger window, the cool night air brushing against your face from the barely cracked window. You gave him quiet directions when needed, your voice soft and distant. Jake didn’t press, didn’t ask what had happened right away, and for that, you were grateful.

But the silence couldn’t last forever.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked finally, his voice even but cautious.

You shook your head, your eyes still fixed on the darkened streets. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

Jake glanced at you briefly, the furrow of his brow barely visible in the dim light of the dashboard. “Doesn’t seem like nothing,” he said carefully. “You looked pretty torn up back there.”

Your jaw tightened, and you exhaled sharply through your nose. “I’m fine,” you said, though the crack in your voice betrayed you.

Jake didn’t push, but he wasn’t ready to let the conversation drop entirely. After a moment, he said, “You know, Rooster talked about you while we were deployed.”

Your head turned sharply toward him, your stomach twisting. “What?”

“Yeah,” Jake said casually, his hands steady on the wheel. “Nothing too specific, but… you came up. Enough to know you were on his mind.”

The words stung more than they soothed. If you’d been on his mind, if he’d thought about you during those long months apart, then why couldn’t he just give you what you needed? Why couldn’t he make things official?

“Great,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “That makes it so much better.”

Jake glanced at you again, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Look, I’m just saying… the guy cares about you. He might not say it the way you want, but he does.”

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Caring about someone isn’t enough if you can’t show it. If he cared, he wouldn’t make me feel like I’m asking for too much just to have some clarity.”

Jake didn’t have a response for that, and the silence returned, heavy and thick.

A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of your place. The truck idled quietly as you unbuckled your seatbelt and reached for the door handle. “Thanks for the ride,” you said, your voice softer now.

“Anytime,” he replied, his tone sincere. “You sure you’ll be okay?”

You nodded, though the tightness in your chest said otherwise. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

Jake didn’t look entirely convinced, but he didn’t argue. “I’ll wait till you’re inside,” he said, his voice firm but kind.

You gave him a small, grateful smile before stepping out of the truck. The cool night air hit your face, grounding you for a moment as you made your way to your front door. You fumbled with your keys, finally unlocking the door and stepping inside.

As you turned to shut the door, you glanced back at Jake. He gave you a short nod before driving off, his truck disappearing into the night.

The quiet of your home wrapped around you as you leaned against the door, your chest tightening with the weight of everything that had happened.

For the first time in a long time, you felt completely alone.

The silence of your home was interrupted by the sharp buzz of your phone on the counter where you’d dropped it. You hesitated before picking it up, already guessing who it might be.

The screen lit up with Bradley’s name. The first message was simple, almost hesitant.

Bradley: Just let me know when you’re home safe.

You stared at it for a moment, your chest tightening. A second buzz followed.

Bradley: Can we talk? Please?

Then another.

Bradley: I shouldn’t have said what I did. I just—I didn’t know how to handle it.

And another.

Bradley: You can put the label on it. Whatever you want. I don’t care. Just… don’t shut me out.

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat growing with each buzz. His words were frantic, almost desperate, but that only made the ache in your chest deepen.

He didn’t want the label because he wanted it. He wanted it because he thought it would keep you from walking away. That wasn’t what you’d asked for. You wanted him to want you, fully and without hesitation. But this? This was him trying to patch things up without really understanding what had broken.

The phone buzzed again, another message lighting up the screen.

Bradley: I care about you. You know that, right?

You sat down on the edge of the couch, the weight of everything settling heavily on your shoulders. Your thumb hovered over the screen, debating whether to respond.

But you didn’t. Not to this. Not to him trying to fix things for the wrong reasons.

Instead, you set the phone down on the coffee table, face down, and leaned back, closing your eyes. If he really wanted to know you were home safe, he could ask Jake. The thought was petty, maybe even cruel, but right now, you don’t have the energy to be the bigger person.

You needed space. Time to think. And if Bradley wanted to prove he cared, he’d have to do more than send a flurry of panicked texts.

Your bedroom was dark except for the soft glow of a streetlight filtering through the curtains. You kicked the door shut behind you, your chest heaving with the weight of unshed tears.

Stripping off the shirt and jeans you’d worn to the bar, you rifled through your drawer for something comfortable. You yanked out a pair of sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt, tugging it over your head in a rush to get comfortable.

The scent hit you before the realization. That faint mix of salt air, pine, and his cologne.

Your heart plummeted.

It was his shirt.

You froze, staring down at the faded Navy insignia printed across the chest. A lump rose in your throat, thick and unrelenting. Without thinking, you ripped it off, balling it up in your fists.

The scream tore from your throat, raw and full of anguish as you hurled the shirt across the room. It smacked against the wall and slid to the floor like it had no right to exist, like it hadn’t just unraveled you completely.

"I hate you," you whispered, your voice trembling as you sank to your knees. "I hate you, Bradley Bradshaw."

But even as the words spilled from your lips, you knew they weren’t true.

You hated the way he made you feel. The way he held you so close but never close enough. You hated the way he smiled at you, like you were the only person in the room, and the way your heart betrayed you by falling for him.

You hated that you weren’t enough for him.

Tears streamed down your face as you pressed your palms into the carpet, curling over yourself. He wouldn’t put a label on it to protect you, but what good did that do now? You were already in too deep. The dates, the late-night conversations, the stolen kisses, and the nights spent tangled in his sheets—none of it had been casual for you.

God, you were in love with him.

The sob broke free before you could stop it, wracking your body as you crawled onto your bed. You grabbed your pillow, clutching it against your chest as if it could anchor you, and let the tears fall.

It hurt. It hurt because the label didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Whether he called you his girlfriend or not, it wouldn’t stop the fear you felt every time he flew. It wouldn’t protect you from heartbreak if he didn’t come back.

And yet, the label was everything. Because it meant he chose you. It meant he wasn’t holding back, wasn’t keeping you at arm’s length because of his own fear.

The pillow muffled your cries as you curled into the fetal position, trembling from the force of your grief. You hated him, but only because you loved him so much more.

The light from the morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting warm, golden hues across the room. You woke with a start, blinking against the brightness, your head heavy from the weight of last night’s tears. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, the remnants of your sobs still echoing in your mind, the sting in your throat lingering.

You sat up slowly, the tightness in your chest reminding you of how broken you had felt when you finally gave in to the exhaustion and let sleep claim you. You hadn’t expected to wake up with this much pain still sitting in your bones. The weight of everything felt heavier today, more unbearable.

Then you heard it.

A knock.

A sharp, insistent pound against your front door.

You flinched, the sound jerking you from your thoughts. Your gaze flicked to the alarm clock on your nightstand. Barely eight in the morning. Who would be knocking at your door this early? You pulled the blanket off your body and swung your legs over the side of the bed, feeling the dull ache in your limbs from the previous night’s emotional rollercoaster.

With trepidation, you padded down the hallway, the floorboards creaking beneath your feet. Your mind raced with thoughts of what could be waiting for you on the other side of the door.

You reached for the handle, taking a deep breath before opening it.

And there he was.

Bradley Bradshaw.

Standing there, one hand raised in the midst of another knock, his eyes wide, full of uncertainty and something else. Something deeper. His jaw tightened when he saw you, and for a moment, neither of you moved, the air between you thick with the unspoken.

He was still in the clothes he’d worn to the bar last night, like he hadn’t bothered going home first. His expression was a mixture of regret and frustration, but there was something else too—guilt, maybe. Or maybe it was just that damned vulnerability that had always been so hard to read with him.

“Hey,” Bradley’s voice was softer than you expected, rough around the edges, like he’d barely slept.

You didn’t respond right away, your eyes flicking over his face, searching for something. What did he expect from you right now?

You weren’t sure you even had the energy to be angry with him. The night before had drained you, and the last thing you wanted was to face him again.

“I… uh, I wanted to talk.” His voice cracked, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You stood there, frozen, still not sure if you were ready to hear what he had to say. Last night had hurt too much, and you weren’t sure if you were willing to put yourself through more of it.

But, against your better judgment, your mouth opened. “About what?” You didn’t mean for it to come out like that, but the words slipped from your lips, laced with a bitter edge.

Bradley shifted his weight, his eyes dropping to the ground for a brief moment before meeting yours again. There was something desperate in his gaze now, something that mirrored the pain you’d felt last night.

“I screwed up. I know I did.” He spoke like he hadn’t planned the words but they’d come out anyway, raw and real. “I just… I didn’t think you’d want a label, but I get it now. I see that I’ve been messing this up for both of us.”

Your chest tightened. The familiar ache in your heart was back, that throbbing reminder of how close you were to breaking. He was standing there, telling you everything you needed to hear, but it didn’t change the fact that it was too late.

“I didn’t want to pressure you into something you didn’t want, but if I’m being honest… I don’t want to lose you.” His voice softened, and there was a flicker of something that could almost be called regret. But the words didn’t feel right. They didn’t feel like they were coming from the heart. They felt like something he was saying out of guilt.

The silence stretched between you. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, feel the weight of the decision that had to be made in the pit of your stomach.

You opened your mouth to say something—anything—but nothing came out. It was all too much, too soon.

Bradley stepped closer, closing the space between you, his expression pleading now, vulnerable in a way that made your chest ache. 

“I want this with you, I do. But I—” He stopped himself, breathing out like the words were caught in his throat.

You looked at him, really looked at him. You could see the cracks in his façade, the uncertainty that was so unlike the confident man you knew. But even with that vulnerability laid bare, you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all just words.

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore, Bradley,” you whispered, shaking your head slowly. “I don’t want to be some maybe or could be. I need to know where I stand.”

Bradley’s face fell, his lips parting as if he were about to say something else. But nothing came. He just stood there, looking at you like he was piecing together what he should say next.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, and for the first time, you saw the true weight of regret in his eyes.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the emotions that threatened to spill over again. “I don’t think you are, Brad. Not really.”

The air between you both thickened, and you couldn’t take it anymore. Without another word, you stepped back, closing the door gently in his face.

You leaned against the wood, closing your eyes as you heard his footsteps retreat, his presence now a memory.

You were alone again.

And maybe that was how it was always meant to be.

* * * * *

The days dragged on in a haze of quiet frustration and longing. Each morning you woke, the weight of the night’s emotional unraveling clung to you like a second skin. The sun would shine through your window, the world would move forward, but you felt paralyzed by your own hurt, by the thought of Bradley, by the pain of what could have been and what never would be.

You tried to get yourself back on track. You tried to act normal, to resume your routine, but everything seemed to remind you of him. His absence was like a wound that wouldn’t heal, reopening with every corner you turned.

The grocery store was the first hurdle. You knew Bradley went every Monday, and it used to be something the two of you did together. It felt like some unspoken tradition, something that was both ordinary and deeply comforting. But now, it just felt like a reminder of everything that had gone wrong. So you avoided it, switching your shopping day to Tuesday. Even though you knew he wouldn’t be there, the thought of running into him in that same mundane space, where everything felt like a memory, was too much to bear.

The Hard Deck was the next obstacle. The bar where you’d spent so many nights with him, the place where you laughed, argued, and shared quiet moments between chaos. You knew there was more than a 50% chance Bradley was there any given night. The bar, the music, the dim lighting that you once enjoyed felt suffocating now. You could hear his laugh in your mind, could see the glint of his eyes as he grinned across the room. But you refused to risk seeing him, to risk letting the pieces of your heart shatter again. Even when you drove by a few nights, when his Bronco wasn’t parked in its usual spot, you still didn’t stop. What if he had caught a ride? What if he was inside, and you just didn’t know? You couldn’t take the chance. Not when every interaction with him had the potential to destroy you further.

And the texts… the texts never stopped.

At first, they were constant—his messages coming in one after the other, in a rhythm that mirrored his thinking. Morning, noon, and night. He texted like he couldn’t bear the thought of you not knowing what he was doing, where he was. He sent them as soon as he woke up, like he needed to remind you that he was still thinking about you, even if he hadn’t quite figured it out himself. Those morning messages were the hardest to read, because you knew he hadn’t forgotten you. He was still holding on in his own way, but that didn’t change the fact that he hadn’t fought for you when it mattered.

And then came the late-night ones. The ones that were sent in the early hours, long after the world had gone quiet. You would wonder if he was sober when he wrote them, or if he had been drinking, a little too far into his own thoughts and regrets. Those messages were the ones that made your heart ache because they felt like half-baked apologies, like words spoken too late. They didn’t fix anything, they just twisted the knife.

But the ones that hurt the most were always in the middle of the day. The ones sent out of habit, when he was about to head into the sky, the ones that used to bring you a sense of safety, a quiet assurance that no matter what, Bradley always had a way of telling you what he was doing. “Hey, I’m headed up. I’ll be in the air for a couple hours, but I’ll let you know when I’m back on the ground.” It was something that had become routine between the two of you. You never asked for it, but you always appreciated it.

Now, those messages made your stomach drop. You hated the anxiety that came with the first text, the one that told you he was headed into the sky. And you hated the sense of relief you felt when the second one came, telling you he was safely back on the ground. It was stupid. It was pathetic. But no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t stop caring. You couldn’t stop the gnawing feeling in your chest, the pull of wanting to make sure he was okay.

And that’s what drove you mad.

You hated that you still cared. You hated that despite everything, despite his distance and his indecision, you couldn’t make yourself stop thinking about him. You couldn’t make yourself forget Bradley Bradshaw.

Even as you tried to rebuild your life, to find new routines, new places, new things to focus on, it all felt like an illusion. Nothing felt normal anymore. Your world had become a strange, hollow echo of what it used to be. And no matter how hard you tried to avoid him, to erase the pieces of him from your day-to-day life, you couldn’t escape the truth.

You were still in love with him. And you were still waiting for him to make a decision.

But you knew you couldn’t wait forever.

You just didn’t know how to stop.

* * * * *

Two months had passed since that early morning when Bradley stood at your door, and in that time, you’d learned to carry on without him. It wasn’t easy—some days were harder than others—but you were slowly learning how to exist without waiting for his texts, without hoping for him to just show up at your door again.

You still thought about him. Not every day anymore, but almost. And that, you decided, was progress. It didn’t feel like much, but it was something. There were days when the memories of his laugh, the warmth of his hand in yours, didn’t sting quite as badly. And then, there were days like today, when the past came rushing back to you in a way you couldn’t avoid.

It was just a knock on your front door. You weren’t expecting anyone, and yet, when you heard it, you knew something was about to change.

When you opened the door, there she was—Natasha "Phoenix," standing in front of you. Her usual confident demeanor was a little softer today, like she was carrying something heavy that she didn’t want to talk about.

"Hey," she said, her voice low but steady. "Can I come in?"

You nodded, stepping aside to let her in. Something about the way she stood at your door made your chest tighten. It wasn’t just the fact that it was her—it was what she was about to say. You didn’t know how you knew, but you did. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this anxious.

The two of you made your way to the kitchen, where you offered her a drink. She politely declined, settling down at the table. You sat across from her, your hands fidgeting in your lap.

"Everything okay?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You weren’t sure why, but you already had a sinking feeling that you weren’t going to like what was coming.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking, her eyes meeting yours. "There’s a mission coming up. I can’t tell you much—it’s classified. But I wanted to let you know that Bradley might be flying it."

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart skipping a beat. You knew this was bad. You could feel it.

"Bradley’s been flying high-risk missions for years," Phoenix continued, her voice steady but firm, "but this one is different. This is the most dangerous mission he’ll have flown. The odds… they’re not good. It will take two miracles happening at the same time for him to get home safely."

You couldn’t breathe. You wanted to stop her, to tell her that you didn’t need to know all the details. But you couldn’t. The words had already come, and they were burning through you.

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes serious. "But there’s something else. Something I need to tell you, woman to woman."

You swallowed hard, trying to brace yourself, though you already felt like you were crumbling.

"Bradley hasn’t been flying with a clear head," Phoenix said, her voice dropping to a more quiet, urgent tone. "Not since the last mission. He’s been distracted, pulled in a thousand different directions. And if he doesn’t fly this one with a clear head… I don’t think he’ll make it back."

The words hit you like a physical blow, and you felt your chest tighten, the air suddenly impossible to breathe.

Bradley hadn’t been okay. He’d been struggling, and you hadn’t even known. You hadn’t been able to help him, to fix whatever had been broken inside of him. But this… this was worse than anything you had imagined.

You stared at Phoenix, your mind reeling. All you could think about was the possibility—the reality—that Bradley might not come home. You had never imagined a world where that could happen. Where you could lose him forever.

And then it hit you—the realization that it was never just about the label. It was about so much more. About how, no matter how much you wanted to be enough for him, you weren’t the one who had mattered enough to him for him to put everything aside, to fight for you. And that was painful. But the thought of him not coming home? That ripped you apart in ways you didn’t know you could be broken.

"Please," you said, the words breaking through the suffocating silence. "Please tell me he’s going to be okay."

Phoenix didn’t answer immediately, her gaze shifting away as if she was trying to find the right words, the right reassurance. But there was nothing she could say.

"I don’t know," she finally said, her voice so low you could barely hear her. "I wish I could tell you otherwise, but I’m not sure. I don’t know if he’s going to be okay."

The words hung in the air between you, suffocating you in their weight. And all you could do was sit there, trying to grasp onto the fragile threads of hope that felt so far out of reach.

It was the hardest thing you’d ever had to hear. The thought of him not coming home, of him being lost to the sky forever—it made your entire world feel like it was unraveling.

You thought you were past him. You thought you could move on, heal, and put him behind you. But now, all you could think about was the future, the one where you would never get to see him again.

It was too much to bear. And you hated it. You hated that you couldn’t walk away from him, that you couldn’t turn your back on the love you had for him—even if it was unspoken, even if it was unfinished. You hated that you couldn’t fix him, couldn’t make him see you the way you needed him to.

But worse than anything, you hated that you might never get the chance to tell him how much you loved him.

Phoenix’s voice cut through the overwhelming weight of your thoughts, pulling you back to the present. "They’re getting on the aircraft carrier at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow," she said, her words steady but carrying a weight you couldn’t ignore. "I’m not asking you to come. I’m not asking you to talk to him. That decision’s up to you."

You felt a lump rise in your throat, the tightness in your chest making it hard to breathe. She wasn’t asking you to go to him, but she wasn’t telling you not to, either. The choice was yours, but it felt more like a trap than an option.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the quiet hum of the fridge in the corner. Phoenix didn’t seem to expect anything from you, but you could feel the gravity of the situation pulling you under. You didn’t know what you wanted, what you were supposed to want. All you knew was that Bradley was flying, and there was a real possibility he might not come back.

You swallowed, blinking back the tears that threatened to rise. "Thank you for telling me," you said quietly, your voice betraying the emotional weight you were carrying. "I—I don’t know what to do with this. But I appreciate you coming to me."

Phoenix gave you a nod, her face unreadable. "Just make sure you take care of yourself, alright? Whatever you decide."

You didn’t know what that meant. Taking care of yourself? How were you supposed to do that when the person who had occupied every corner of your mind was potentially flying into danger?

She stood up, her movements deliberate. "I’ll leave you to think about it," she said softly, her tone still serious but warm. "Take your time. But just know, whatever happens tomorrow, you’re not the only one who cares about him."

You nodded, not trusting your voice enough to say anything else.

She left then, and the silence in the room was deafening. The weight of her words, the knowledge of Bradley’s upcoming mission—it all settled like a stone in your stomach. You wanted to scream, wanted to run to him and beg him to stay, to take care of himself, to put everything on hold until he could figure it out. But you didn’t know if that would even make a difference. You didn’t know if anything would.

You sat there for a long while after Phoenix left, staring at the kitchen table as your mind raced, desperately trying to put the pieces together. Could you let him go again? Could you really do it?

Your phone sat on the counter, and you found yourself staring at it, knowing the texts from Bradley would come soon. They always did. But you didn’t reach for it. Not yet. You couldn’t bring yourself to open that door again, to let him back into your heart when you were still so unsure of everything—of what he felt, of what you felt, of whether or not he’d make it home.

And then, as the evening wore on, you found yourself pacing the apartment. You didn’t know what you should do. You didn’t know what to feel. Should you show up tomorrow morning? Should you see him off? Should you do what you’d always done—pretend like everything was fine, like nothing had ever changed? Or should you face the reality of it all, admit to yourself that you might never see him again?

The decision was suffocating. You were pulled in two directions, unsure of what the right choice was. Every part of you ached to see him one last time, to tell him what you had never said. But part of you wondered if you were just chasing something that had already slipped through your fingers.

And so, you sat with it, the uncertainty eating at you, and waited. Tomorrow would come, and with it, the moment when you would have to decide whether you could let him go—or whether you would risk it all to see him one last time.

* * * * *

The morning air was cool, but the nerves gnawing at you kept your body warm as you pulled into the parking lot at 6:15. You wanted to be here early—too early maybe—but you couldn’t take the chance of missing him. It had been two months since you last saw Bradley, and now, you had no choice but to face everything you’d been running from.

The lot began to fill as you sat in your car, watching people say their goodbyes—families, friends, all of them hugging and holding on to each other a little longer than usual. Each goodbye seemed to break something inside you, a reminder of what could be lost, of what you had once had and might not again.

And then you heard it. The familiar rumble of an engine. Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced to your right and saw it—the Bronco—pulling in next to you. You didn’t even have to look twice. You knew it was him.

For a split second, your eyes locked through the windshield, the kind of silent exchange that spoke volumes. Neither of you moved for a beat, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between you like a thick fog.

You didn’t know who moved first, but before you knew it, the car doors opened, and you were walking around the front of the Bronco to where Bradley stood.

There was a long pause, the air between you thick with everything you were both carrying. Your lips parted first.

“I’m sorry,” you said, the words coming out choked and raw. “I’ve been… so messed up, Bradley. I’ve been pushing you away and—” You stopped yourself, your chest tightening as emotion swelled. “I didn’t mean it. I just… I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Bradley’s jaw clenched, his gaze turning hard with guilt before he stepped toward you, cutting you off.

“No, I’m the one who should be apologizing,” he said, his voice low but raw, full of regret. “I took you for granted. I lost you.”

The tears you thought you had already shed seemed to fall again at the sound of his words, and before you could stop yourself, you felt the sting of them, hot and sudden, blurring your vision.

His hands were on you then, pulling you into his arms, warm and solid. He was trying to comfort you, but it only hurt more, the realization that he knew—he knew it was his fault. The pain you’d been carrying had finally broken through, and you couldn’t help it. You cried harder into his chest, unable to control it.

Bradley’s arms tightened around you, his own breath shaky as he pressed his cheek against the top of your head. You could feel the way his body shook with something deeper than just the coolness of the morning air.

And then, between sobs, you whispered it—the thing you’d been holding in, the thing you needed him to hear.

"I love you."

There was no hesitation. No stiffening, no pulling away, just him pulling you closer, if that was even possible. 

His voice was rough when he replied, “I love you too, sweets. So damn much.”

The world seemed to stop then, everything else fading into the background as Bradley’s words sank in. The walls you’d built around yourself felt like they were crumbling as the words you’d longed to hear washed over you, finally, finally making everything feel right again.

But even then, the worry gnawed at you, pulling you from the moment. Your voice trembled as you looked up at him, hands gripping his shirt tight, “Come back to me. Please… come back alive.”

His hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing away a tear that had slipped down your cheek. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours. 

“I promise,” he said quietly, and you believed him.

But then, as if the weight of the moment suddenly hit him too, Bradley pulled back just enough to look at you fully. 

There was something in his eyes, something that made your heart beat faster as he asked, “Will you be here when I get back? Will you wait for me?”

You nodded quickly, the answer spilling out of you before you could even think about it. “Yes,” you whispered, breathless. “I’ll be here.”

Bradley’s gaze softened, a hint of relief flashing across his face, and then he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was desperate and filled with everything you both had been holding back for so long. His arms wrapped around you tighter, and before you could process what was happening, his hands were lifting you off the ground, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he pulled you closer, his lips never leaving yours.

You heard the whistling before you could think about it, the sound of someone teasing. Maybe it was Jake. Maybe it was Coyote. Maybe even Bob, though it didn’t matter. None of it mattered because all you could feel, all you could think about, was the heat of Bradley’s kiss, the way his arms made you feel safe and wanted, the way he was home in a way nothing else could ever be.

In that moment, there was no question—no more uncertainty, no more fear. You were with him. And that was all that mattered.

[delilahcalicocat]

♡~You can do this~♡

•♧°Rating: Fluff °♧•

{Warnings: Swearing, Reassurance, Hugs & Kisses, The Rock being himself I guess?, Cody Turning the tables on the rock, Solo and Jimmy being Ragdolled, fighting, Mentions of being hit with a belt, Mention of Death. (Meaning Kristin's Deadname Kristina)}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Kristin Punk}

《Similar fic coming soon with the Reader, but for now I've brought back Kristin》

Cody Had been in a feud with Roman and The Rock himself

It wasn't fun. At all, Seth and him fought for the win

Only to almost lose.

Jimmy and Solo were here.

They wanted to cause turmoil, but What happened was surprising to everyone, even Cody

"Is that the Best In The World's little sister? She finally came back, almost a year after her wrist was broken by Nia Jax!" Pat McAfee Exclaimed

Kristin Marched Towards Jimmy and Solo, the weight belt Cody gave her a year ago in hand.

She knocked Jimmy and Solo onto the floor, Cracking Solo with the belt.

The crowd gasped..

"Kristin?" Seth Questioned finally seeing her

"Holy Shit.. Cody, you have CM Punk's Sister on your side.." Seth spoke

Kristin brought the Belt down onto Jimmy, a Sickening crack when it made contact with his skin.

Roman and The Rock rolled out of the ring, in a attempt to stop Kristin.

"Kristina, Stop." Roman Spoke

Roman got Cracked in the Face then with a Slap

"It's Fucking Kristin, You're not my Tribal Chief. I'm on Cody's side!" Kristin Screamed at him

The Rock went to hit her with the Rock Bottom, only to be hit with... The GTS.

The Rock was Out Cold, and Roman was dumbfounded.

Kristin stood over the both of them. Weight belt in hand, wearing a Cody merch shirt she cropped.

She then Cracked the Rock and cracked Roman with the Belt, Roman let out a loud scream when the belt struck him.

Cody and Seth stood in the ring, Shocked at Kristin's Actions.

"Kristina the Innocent Girl who used to respect Roman is Dead." She Spoke Coldly

She tossed the Rock and Roman back in the ring, letting Seth and Cody get the double pin.

She stood in the ring with Cody and Seth as Roman and the rock looked on in defeat.

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Police allegedly use rubber bullets and teargas at university protest in Georgia

Multiple arrests at crackdown on Emory University campus encampment focused on Palestine and Cop City

Police have carried out multiple violent arrests at Emory University in Decatur, Georgia, in what appears to be the first campus crackdown in recent days to involve rubber bullets and teargas after students set up an encampment in solidarity with Palestine and against Cop City. On Thursday, Emory students set up multiple tents on the campus’s lawns in protest against the university’s ties to Israel, as well Atlanta’s Cop City, a police and fire department training center that is being constructed on a 171-acre plot in a forest south-east of Atlanta. In a statement released on Mondoweiss, student organizers wrote, “We are students across multiple Atlanta universities and community members organizing against Cop City and the genocide of Palestinians at the hands of US imperialism. We are demanding total institutional divestment from Israeli apartheid and Cop City at all Atlanta colleges and universities.” The statement accused the university of being uniquely “complicit in genocide and police militarization” and said the protesters’ fight against Cop City “is interconnected with global movements against oppressive state practices, most notably the Palestinian struggle for liberation”.

[...]

Following the set-up of the encampments, multiple Emory and Atlanta police officers, as well as Georgia state patrol officers, arrived on campus, with videos showing the officers forcefully arresting people. One video appeared to show multiple officers holding down a restrained person as they tased the person. Another video showed an officer arresting Noelle McAfee, chair of the university’s philosophy department. The university’s student-run newspaper, Emory Wheel, reported that officers deployed gas into the crowd. The Atlanta Community Press Collective, a local independent outlet, also reported use of teargas on the crowds, in addition to stun guns and rubber bullets being deployed against the protesters. In a video posted online, one person who identified themself as Bella said, “I’m a senior at Emory University. Today we were trying to build an encampment … We were out here chanting peacefully … All of a sudden a huge patrol of police … basically swarmed the entire crowd. “Students of color were significantly targeted throughout the process. There were Black students that were being tased, there were Black students that were being teargassed. I got teargassed as I was trying to leave the protest,” Bella added. In a statement released on Thursday, the university said, “Several dozen protesters trespassed into Emory University’s campus early on Thursday morning and set up tents on the Quad. These individuals are not members of our community. They are activists attempting to disrupt our university as our students finish classes and prepare for finals. Emory does not tolerate vandalism or other criminal activity on campus. The Emory police department ordered the group to leave and contacted Atlanta Police and Georgia State Patrol for assistance.”

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Emily Stewart at Vox:

The first time I found myself wondering what the deal was with Aaron Rodgers was when his brother Jordan appeared on season 12 of The Bachelorette, which aired back in 2016. The quarterback skipped the all-important family visit, raising some questions, but instead of glossing over it, the show insisted on leaving an open seat at the table where he could have been. Reality TV’s gonna reality TV, I guess. Before that, in my world, Rodgers had simply been my team’s star quarterback, the one who took us to a Super Bowl victory in 2011. I do not claim to be the world’s biggest football knower, but when you grow up in Wisconsin, you sort of have no choice but to love the Green Bay Packers. Sundays in the Badger State are for two things: church and the Pack … and also beer and cheese, so, like, four. (As an aside, the Packers are the NFL’s only publicly owned team, another reason to love them.)

Family dynamics can be hard, I thought at the time, and really it was none of my business. But at the very least it seemed a little sad to think Rodgers was estranged from his family, and I did wonder why. Cut to about eight years later, and the quiet suspicion that maybe Aaron Rodgers is a bit strange has morphed into a very public, very loud conversation, now that we know, well, a whole lot more. Rodgers didn’t get the Covid-19 vaccine and misled people about it by saying he was “immunized.” He’s talked openly about getting into psychedelics and doing whatever a “darkness retreat” is. He’s had a string of relatively short-lived public romantic relationships, which is normal and fine, though his last girlfriend was maybe a witch? He regularly spouts conspiracy theories about Covid and vaccines and UFOs, among other items, and is chummy with Robert F. Kennedy Jr., an anti-vaxxer and presidential candidate. Last year, he challenged Kansas City Chiefs tight end and Taylor Swift’s boyfriend Travis Kelce to a debate about vaccines that was also supposed to include RFK Jr. and Dr. Anthony Fauci. Kelce declined.

Much of this oddball activity and commentary has taken place on The Pat McAfee Show, where Rodgers appears for “Aaron Rodgers Tuesdays.” Disney reportedly paid $85 million for a licensing deal to air the daily sports talk show on ESPN, which it owns. The Pat McAfee Show was the setting of the latest “Aaron Rodgers said what now?” incident, when on January 2 he basically implied that ABC late-night talk show host — and also a high-paid Disney employee — Jimmy Kimmel is a pedophile. It’s been a whole thing, with back-and-forth between Rodgers and Kimmel and ESPN and Disney, for days. Kimmel called Rodgers a “hamster-brained man” and threatened to sue him. An ESPN exec called Rodgers’ comments “dumb.” Rodgers refused to say sorry and responded that the exec’s comments weren’t “helping.” None of it was. [...]

The Jimmy Kimmel dustup is really just the latest in a stream of ??? what is up with this man

So, let’s get back to the Kimmel thing. In early January, Rodgers suggested the comedian had ties to the disgraced financier and late sex offender Jeffrey Epstein. Referring to a since-released set of court filings about Epstein that have been branded the “Epstein list,” Rodgers said, “there’s a lot of people, including Jimmy Kimmel, that are really hoping that doesn’t come out.” There’s previously never been any speculation that Kimmel had ties to Epstein — but he has been trading barbs with Rodgers for a while, focused on the athlete’s anti-vaccination stance. Kimmel was not thrilled at Rodgers’s little Epstein theory. He clarified on Twitter/X he never had any contact with Epstein, said the remarks had put his family in danger, and threatened to sue. Kimmel also did a monologue about the sports star. Rodgers responded on McAfee. He said he was glad Kimmel wasn’t on the Epstein list and isn’t “stupid enough” to actually accuse someone of pedophilia without evidence. Rodgers didn’t apologize, but he did offer up a strange but fairly accurate self-assessment. “I’m not a super political person, okay? Do whatever you want. Conspiracy theorist? That’s fine, because if you look at the track record of conspiracy theorists in the last few years, they’ve been wrong about a lot of things,” he said. And then he complained about the media and cancel culture and said he does not “give a shit” about what people say about him, which … sure. Finally, on Wednesday, January 10, McAfee said that Aaron Rodgers would no longer be appearing on his show for the rest of the NFL season. He said the show was “very lucky” to get a chance to talk to Rodgers and that he’s obviously a “massive piece of the NFL story” and acknowledged “some of his thoughts and opinions … do piss off a lot of people.” McAfee sounded relieved to be away from the drama. “I’m pumped that that is no longer going to be every single Wednesday of my life, which it has been for the last few weeks of my life,” he said.

NFL star QB Aaron Rodgers has been getting into hot water in recent years, and it's because of his off-field activities such as trafficking in COVID conspiracies and anti-vaxxer nonsense. At least some of these were said on The Pat McAfee Show, where he is a regular guest.

[renee-writer]

We The People-

Here’s to the crazy ones.

The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.

The round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently.

They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things.

They push the human race forward.

And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.

Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world,

are the ones who do.

#WETHEPEOPLE

This One is For You. . .

The Fallen 13-

It is our sacred duty to ensure that the names of our fallen

and their memory are not lost to history,

and events held on sacred channels like this will ensure we always remember them.

We must never forget the Fallen 13 Heroes:

We Do Not Forgive | We Do Not Forget

These soldiers were among the truest Americans we will ever know:

they died defending freedom for all, not for a select few.

#FALLEN13

This One is For You. . .

The Children-

Sold by a family member or an acquaintance, sometimes lured by false promises of education

and a "better" life — the reality is that these trafficked and exploited children are held in slave-like conditions

without food, shelter or clothing, and are often severely abused and cut off from all contact with their families.

The most vulnerable children, particularly refugees and migrants, are often preyed upon and their hopes for an education, a better job or a better life in a new country.

Over 50% of these children are bought and sold

on the “black” market for Satanic Ritual Abuse or Organ Trafficking

Over 90% of these buyers are Demoncratic Politicians,

Fake Paid for “Celebrities” and Often The Catholic Church.

The Real Reason why we are here. . . We have Proof-

The Real Reason I started this fight 17 Years ago.

#SaveTheChildren

This One is For You. . .

And Last But Not Least.

Abraham Lincoln-

You Showed us Truth, Hope, Law, Freedom, Family and Change.

You Set an example of strong character, leadership, and honesty which succeeding presidents tried to emulate.

You Showed us an unfaltering commander in chief during the Civil War which

preserved the United States as One Nation Under God.

You Showed us how to fight to prevent the nation from splitting apart and

Most of All you Showed Us Leadership, Faith, Righteousness and kept the Union alive

during the Darkest Days.

#AbesRevenge

This One is For You. . .

The Storm is on the Horizon

The Winds in the East

Dawn Is Coming

And it’s Meant

For You.

John McAfee.

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Protecting Your Device: Best Practices for Safe App Downloads

The convenience of mobile apps has transformed how we interact with technology, providing solutions for productivity, entertainment, and communication. However, this convenience comes with risks if you’re not careful about where and how you download apps. In this blog, we’ll dive into the best practices for ensuring secure app downloads and protecting your personal data on mobile devices.

Why You Should Stick to Official App Stores

The simplest and most effective way to ensure safe app downloads is by using trusted platforms like the Google Play Store and Apple App Store. Here’s why:

Rigorous Security Measures: Both Google and Apple invest heavily in security protocols to vet apps before they’re made available. Apps are scanned for malware, phishing attempts, and other harmful behaviors. While some malicious apps occasionally slip through, they’re quickly identified and removed.

Regular Updates: Official app stores ensure that apps are regularly updated to patch vulnerabilities, add features, and improve performance. Downloading from unofficial sources often means missing these critical updates, leaving your device exposed to security risks.

Trustworthy Reviews and Ratings: App stores have extensive user reviews and ratings that can help you identify problematic apps. Fake reviews are still possible, but by checking for consistent patterns, you can spot genuine feedback.

Protection Against Malware: Third-party sources often distribute modded or pirated versions of apps that may include malware. Official stores significantly reduce this risk by monitoring for suspicious activity and enforcing strict developer guidelines.

Takeaway: If an app isn’t available on the official store, it’s worth questioning whether it’s safe to download at all.

Tips for Spotting Fake or Malicious Apps

Even when using official app stores, it’s essential to stay vigilant. Fake apps can mimic legitimate ones, tricking users into downloading harmful software. Here’s how to spot and avoid them:

Check the Developer’s Name: Always verify the app’s developer. For example, if you’re downloading Truecaller, ensure the developer is “Truecaller” or an officially affiliated name. Fake apps often use similar-sounding names to deceive users.

Scrutinize Reviews and Ratings:

Red Flags: Apps with overwhelmingly positive reviews that lack detail or context may have fake ratings.

Read Critical Reviews: Negative reviews often reveal issues with malware or misleading features.

Pay Attention to the Download Count: Popular apps usually have millions of downloads. A low download count for an app claiming to be well-known is suspicious.

Examine Permissions: Be cautious of apps that request excessive or unnecessary permissions. For example, a calculator app shouldn’t need access to your contacts or location.

Review the App Description: Legitimate apps typically have well-written descriptions without spelling errors or vague information. Poor grammar can be a sign of a hastily developed fake app.

Using Antivirus Software on Mobile Devices

Antivirus software isn’t just for computers anymore — it’s an essential tool for mobile devices too. Here’s how it helps:

Real-Time Protection: Antivirus apps can scan downloads in real time to detect malware or phishing attempts before they affect your device.

Blocking Unsafe Websites: Many antivirus apps offer browsing protection, alerting you to malicious websites or downloads while you’re online.

Scanning Existing Files: If you suspect you’ve downloaded a harmful app, antivirus software can scan your device and remove threats.

Added Features: Some antivirus solutions include VPNs, identity theft monitoring, and data breach alerts, providing a comprehensive security suite.

Top Antivirus Apps for Mobile Devices:

Android: Norton Mobile Security, Avast Mobile Security, Bitdefender Mobile Security.

iOS: While iPhones have strong built-in security, apps like McAfee or Lookout can add an extra layer of protection.

How to Secure Your Device in Case of Accidental Downloads

Sometimes, despite your best efforts, you may unknowingly download a harmful app. Here’s how to mitigate the damage:

Uninstall the App Immediately: Go to your device settings, locate the app, and uninstall it. Don’t just delete the icon from your home screen — ensure the app is entirely removed.

Revoke App Permissions: Before uninstalling, revoke any permissions the app may have had access to, such as your camera, contacts, or storage.

Scan Your Device: Use trusted antivirus software to perform a complete scan of your device. This will help identify and remove lingering malware or files left behind by the app.

Reset Passwords: If the app may have accessed sensitive data, change passwords for your accounts. Enable two-factor authentication (2FA) for added security.

Monitor Your Accounts: Keep an eye on bank accounts, email, and social media for any suspicious activity. If you notice anything unusual, report it to the relevant service provider immediately.

Perform a Factory Reset (If Necessary): In extreme cases where malware persists, a factory reset may be required. Ensure you back up important data first, and restore only from a clean backup.

Additional Tips for Secure App Usage

Enable Automatic Updates: Keeping your apps and operating system updated ensures you’re protected against known vulnerabilities.

Avoid Clicking Unknown Links: Phishing scams often lure users into downloading harmful apps or providing personal information. Be cautious about links received via email, SMS, or social media.

Use App Permissions Wisely: Periodically review and revoke permissions for apps you no longer use.

Be Skeptical of Free Offers: Apps promising “premium features for free” are often too good to be true and may compromise your security.

Conclusion

In today’s digital age, safeguarding your device from harmful apps is more critical than ever. By sticking to official app stores, scrutinizing downloads, using antivirus software, and taking swift action in case of accidental downloads, you can significantly reduce the risk of security breaches.

Your mobile device holds a treasure trove of personal data — treat it with care, and you’ll enjoy a safer, worry-free app experience. Remember, when it comes to security, a little vigilance goes a long way!

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Though web browsers like Mozilla Firefox or Microsoft Internet Explorer have made provisions to block certain websites, it is still necessary to have parental control on your computer. This article showcases some best parental control software readily available for setting up parental controls in your computer. Parental Control Software: Strengthen Your Relationship With Your Teens We have to tackle with extremely annoying situations when we are expected to deal the negative behaviors positively. Trust me it’s not easy at all! I used to get obsessed with what’s wrong with my kids and what should I fix? If you too are parenting adventurous teens it must be not weird to you. I was struggling with my own fears when I came across parental control software which helped me to make a strong relationship with my kids. Blowing Up On Teens Isn’t An Option If you wish to strengthen up the relationship with your teen, blowing on them is not a good choice. Instead of getting irritated by their negative behavior try to positively figure out the reason behind such behavior. There could be a number of reasons why kids aggressively react to minor things. It’s not the era where we can have a strong control over their routine and we can’t even ask where they are going all the time. It’s Very Common… According to the University of New Hampshire 63% of 3000 American parents reported the cases of verbal abuses towards their kids and these abuses led them to negative consequences. These verbal abuses can develop negative self image, self-destructive acts, and antisocial behavior in your kids. And definitely you can’t afford to let it happen, but we can find a solution with parental controls software. Develop A Bond With Your Kid At this rapidly changing time we all need to care about our parental role, and ask ourselves is it supportive or its leading? I always wanted to have an app which can make it easier for me to stay connected with my kids without breaching their privacy. FamilyTime I found FamilyTime app which is not a spyware and it helped me to stay connected with my kids. It offers a number of features at a cheap price. Let’s have a look at them. With this user friendly app you can: View all of your kids’ contacts View their Web browsing history Access their favorite sites Check their call logs Track their location Check where they have been all day FamilyTime App also available on Google Play and itunes: This way, you can have a look on their whereabouts even when they are on their own outside or when you are at work. Adopt a positive approach to parenting You can experience friendly parenting by using a smart app and sharing your stress with it. I don’t know of any better parental control software than FamilyTime, but I would suggest you to give it a try because it’s not expensive at all. McAfee Family Protection The protection software lets your child use the internet in a safe and secure way. The software comes with advanced parental settings that help protect your child from inappropriate content, strangers and social networking risks. Windows You can set up your family safety with the best parental software – Windows. Once you set parental controls, you can rest assured that your child does not access games, apps or any website that is not appropriate. Norton This multi-platform parental control software is flexible, convenient and offers features beyond parental controls. The easy to set parental controls lets your child stay protected from cyber bullying, unsafe texting and inappropriate content. K9 Web Protection This software offers some best parental control features including time restrictions, force safe search, overriding web page block using passwords. The how-to guide helps you learn how to set parental controls using K9 software. SIP-Bench Are you thinking how to set parental control? The easy-to-set and use SIP-Bench has the answer. This effective parental control software runs on Windows operating systems Vista, 7 and XP. It comes with complete set parental controls guide for your convenience.

Pandora Recovery This software enables monitoring, recording and protecting your PC from online threats and knows whatever is happening to your PC. This is a computer monitoring software that also offers recovery of deleted files from your computer. KidLogger Do you have the question what my kid is doing online and how do i set parental controls? KidLogger is the software that will let you know. This software will let you know your child’s online activity and it works on PC and MAC. KidLogger Do you have the questions what my kid is doing online and how do I set parental controls? KidLogger is the software that will let you know. This software will let you know your child’s online activity and it works on PC and MAC. Family Protector This is the software that offers smartphone protection for kids and of course peace of mind for parents. To set up parental control, the instructions are easy and it offers device protection, mobile data security and privacy protection. Mobicip Mobicip is a comprehensive solution for parental control needs. Its available on all popular platforms including Android, iOS, Windows, Mac OSX and Chrome. The solution also provide an advanced content filtering using a sophisticated algorithm which help you stay protected on internet as you browse. NCH Software The parental control software help you monitoring computer activity both offline and online. It also tracks and blocks specific computer programs or websites. You can also see the logs captured as well as time spent on every program. Naomi This is parental filtering software that blocks perilous materials being accessed on your computer. One of the key features is that it terminates the web page or even the browser, when your child tries to access any forbidden territory. AVG This is a free antivirus that is available for PC, Mac, Mobile and Tablets. It offers unlimited protection to a range of devices and you can even manage them on a single screen. Moreover. you can scan your devices remotely using AVG. I hope you find this list useful. Please share with us if any software is missing from this list.

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Though web browsers like Mozilla Firefox or Microsoft Internet Explorer have made provisions to block certain websites, it is still necessary to have parental control on your computer. This article showcases some best parental control software readily available for setting up parental controls in your computer. Parental Control Software: Strengthen Your Relationship With Your Teens We have to tackle with extremely annoying situations when we are expected to deal the negative behaviors positively. Trust me it’s not easy at all! I used to get obsessed with what’s wrong with my kids and what should I fix? If you too are parenting adventurous teens it must be not weird to you. I was struggling with my own fears when I came across parental control software which helped me to make a strong relationship with my kids. Blowing Up On Teens Isn’t An Option If you wish to strengthen up the relationship with your teen, blowing on them is not a good choice. Instead of getting irritated by their negative behavior try to positively figure out the reason behind such behavior. There could be a number of reasons why kids aggressively react to minor things. It’s not the era where we can have a strong control over their routine and we can’t even ask where they are going all the time. It’s Very Common… According to the University of New Hampshire 63% of 3000 American parents reported the cases of verbal abuses towards their kids and these abuses led them to negative consequences. These verbal abuses can develop negative self image, self-destructive acts, and antisocial behavior in your kids. And definitely you can’t afford to let it happen, but we can find a solution with parental controls software. Develop A Bond With Your Kid At this rapidly changing time we all need to care about our parental role, and ask ourselves is it supportive or its leading? I always wanted to have an app which can make it easier for me to stay connected with my kids without breaching their privacy. FamilyTime I found FamilyTime app which is not a spyware and it helped me to stay connected with my kids. It offers a number of features at a cheap price. Let’s have a look at them. With this user friendly app you can: View all of your kids’ contacts View their Web browsing history Access their favorite sites Check their call logs Track their location Check where they have been all day FamilyTime App also available on Google Play and itunes: This way, you can have a look on their whereabouts even when they are on their own outside or when you are at work. Adopt a positive approach to parenting You can experience friendly parenting by using a smart app and sharing your stress with it. I don’t know of any better parental control software than FamilyTime, but I would suggest you to give it a try because it’s not expensive at all. McAfee Family Protection The protection software lets your child use the internet in a safe and secure way. The software comes with advanced parental settings that help protect your child from inappropriate content, strangers and social networking risks. Windows You can set up your family safety with the best parental software – Windows. Once you set parental controls, you can rest assured that your child does not access games, apps or any website that is not appropriate. Norton This multi-platform parental control software is flexible, convenient and offers features beyond parental controls. The easy to set parental controls lets your child stay protected from cyber bullying, unsafe texting and inappropriate content. K9 Web Protection This software offers some best parental control features including time restrictions, force safe search, overriding web page block using passwords. The how-to guide helps you learn how to set parental controls using K9 software. SIP-Bench Are you thinking how to set parental control? The easy-to-set and use SIP-Bench has the answer. This effective parental control software runs on Windows operating systems Vista, 7 and XP. It comes with complete set parental controls guide for your convenience.

Pandora Recovery This software enables monitoring, recording and protecting your PC from online threats and knows whatever is happening to your PC. This is a computer monitoring software that also offers recovery of deleted files from your computer. KidLogger Do you have the question what my kid is doing online and how do i set parental controls? KidLogger is the software that will let you know. This software will let you know your child’s online activity and it works on PC and MAC. KidLogger Do you have the questions what my kid is doing online and how do I set parental controls? KidLogger is the software that will let you know. This software will let you know your child’s online activity and it works on PC and MAC. Family Protector This is the software that offers smartphone protection for kids and of course peace of mind for parents. To set up parental control, the instructions are easy and it offers device protection, mobile data security and privacy protection. Mobicip Mobicip is a comprehensive solution for parental control needs. Its available on all popular platforms including Android, iOS, Windows, Mac OSX and Chrome. The solution also provide an advanced content filtering using a sophisticated algorithm which help you stay protected on internet as you browse. NCH Software The parental control software help you monitoring computer activity both offline and online. It also tracks and blocks specific computer programs or websites. You can also see the logs captured as well as time spent on every program. Naomi This is parental filtering software that blocks perilous materials being accessed on your computer. One of the key features is that it terminates the web page or even the browser, when your child tries to access any forbidden territory. AVG This is a free antivirus that is available for PC, Mac, Mobile and Tablets. It offers unlimited protection to a range of devices and you can even manage them on a single screen. Moreover. you can scan your devices remotely using AVG. I hope you find this list useful. Please share with us if any software is missing from this list.