#edit: I’ve been called “nice” in a reblog on this post

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with heartstopper s2 just out, it seems like a good time for to remind everybody that the ppl who bullied 18 year-old kit connor into coming out deserve the worst.

I hope both sides of your pillows are warm. I hope you hit every red light on your drive to school/work. I hope you lose the last piece to a puzzle you’ve worked on for weeks. I hope every chair you ever sit in is just a little bit wobbly. I hope you skip to the last page of your book and accidentally see a major spoiler. I hope you leave the window near your bed open during a rainstorm. I hope you get glitter on all your clothes and in your hair. I hope you’re in the middle of painting and you accidentally reach for the dirty paint water cup instead of your actual drink. I hope you try to pull a loose thread from your sweater and unravel the whole cuff. I hope you lose just one sock out of your favorite pair.

you all suck. you denied that boy the coming out he deserved and I will never stop loving him for the grace with which he handled the situation

[darnell-la]

𝗪𝗛𝗬? 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟 (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ)

word count: 4k

pairing: protective!sweet!rafe cameron x recovering!drug addict!reader

warnings: mention of past drug abuse, smut, rough sex, passionate sex, a lot of kissing, mild SA, fight, mind blood mention, good ending, etc.

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𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

It was rough, but y/n got clean. It’s been a full year, and tonight’s the night Rafe wanted to celebrate. He was proud the first fully clean day and words couldn’t explain how proud he was now.

Y/n would have made it if it wasn’t for Rafe. He paid full price for her sessions. He was there for her mentally. His presence and comfort could’ve helped her without going to therapy and rehab.

She never knew Rafe had a sweet side. Rafe didn’t either. Something in him changed. He tried gaining back how he used to be one time with y/n, but he failed miserably.

It was when they were out and a group of people cat-called her. She smiled and licked arms with Rafe, which shouldn’t have been a problem, but Rafe was pissed.

“Why did you smile?” He asked her, and she told him she didn’t want to be rude. He raised his voice for not even a second. He calmed down quick. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t be rude to her. He loved her… That’s when he knew he loved her.

“What’re we doing out here, Rafe?” Y/n asked as Rafe walked through the doors of his yacht, but it took him a while to convince Y/n to go on. “Just wanted to relax with you tonight,” he said, sitting beside her.

She was lying in bed, watching a movie since he said it would take them half an hour to get where he wanted to go.

“We could’ve at home,” she said as she lay on his chest. “Do you not know what day it is today?” Rafe genuinely asked before she looked up at him in confusion. “You’ve been asking me all day, Rafe, and I keep saying now,” she said as he chuckled.

“It’s your own year of being clean, baby. You should know this,” he said, triggering y/n’s mind. Her eyes instantly began to burn, not from the memories, but from the thoughts of Rafe. He remembered, and he seemed too excited.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying? It’s not a bad thing, this is good. This. Your success, baby,” Rafe turned to pull her into his chest, hoping he didn’t make her feel uncomfortable. He didn’t mean to dump a bad memory on her.

“No, no — I’m just happy you care so much. I completely forgot,” she said, pulling away to look at him. “Thank you, Rafe,” she said before giving him a peck. His cheek instantly turned red.

Remembering the first week of Rafe pushing extremely hard to help her and then asking her to be his girlfriend all at the same time was a dream she never knew she had.

“Anything for you, baby,” he said, pecking her right back. “C’mon, let’s enjoy the view,” he said as he got up, softly pulling y/n with him.

Y/n hated the ocean if she wasn’t on land, but this was beautiful. He made sure to park the boat close to an island to make her feel some type of comfortable.

“This is beautiful,” she said as she looked around. The sun was setting and the breeze felt nice. “Just like you, baby,” he spoke behind her, snaking his hands around her waist.

“That’s what I wanted to show you. Been comin’ out here every night for the past week to make sure to get the perfect spot, because you’re so perfect,” Rafe said as he leaned down in her ear, hugging her close.

“You’re amazing, Rafe. I don’t know how to thank you. We’ve done so much to me, and I’ve never-“ she went to say but he cut her off. “Nah uh, baby — You’ve done enough for me. You breathing the same air as me is actually more than what I need from you,” he said.

“You’re all that I need, baby, and I hope you’ve realized that over the year. I know it’s too early for some, but to me, it’s too late,” he said as he spun her around slowly.

“I love you, and you don’t have to say it back. Just know, I’ll do anything for you, y/n. Anything. You’re my woman, and I plan to make you happier each day until the day I die,” he said as he whipped a tear that rolled from her eye.

“You’re perfect for me. I’ve always felt something for you and wished I got to you sooner. I dream of you every night. That’s how I know I need you in my life,” he added.

“Rafe,” she pouted, taking in all that he was saying. “I love you, y/n,” he said again, making butterflies grow in her stomach. “I love you too,” she said back, not feeling forced in any kind of way. She truly felt that way.

The two leaned into a kiss, passionately making out as usual, but this time, with more love. All she needed was more love, and she’s gotten it.

Rafe went to pull away, y/n pulled him closer, not wanting to stop. The man smiled as he continued kissing his future fiancé, never wanting to let go.

Y/n hasn’t felt the need to feel someone, until tonight. Rafe has always kept his kisses short, but the way y/n was touching him, he felt like he could go further this time.

The tall man pulled y/n back before laying her on one of the mini beds outside of the yacht, keeping his lips attached.

Rafe slowly moved his lips from her mouth to lean down to her neck. He waited a few seconds to see if she’d stop him, but she didn’t. So he continued, earning a small moan from her lips.

The older boy groaned low, already falling in love with her sounds. She sounds so good. She smells so good. She tastes so good. She was too perfect.

Y/n tangled her fingers in Rafe’s hair, tugging a bit to hear him again. She loved it.

Because she knew Rafe wanted to take things slow in the relationship for her, she traced one hand down his stomach until she blamed him through his jeans.

The sudden rush of lust filled her mind and body. She truly hadn’t felt anything like this.

Rafe Rafe groaned into her neck as his own hand traced down her stomach until he slipped passed her panties to rub at her bud.

The girl moaned, tugging hard on his hair. His touch felt amazing already, and he hadn’t even done anything.

Rafe rubbed in circles until he moved forward to rub around her entrance, teasing her. Her moans were so beautiful. He couldn’t wait to slip into her.

“Rafe,” she moaned under her breath as his middle finger slowly entered her. “Mhm,” he groaned into her neck as he pushed further before instantly curling.

“You think you can take more?” He leaned up next to her ear. “Y-Yes, yes, I can, Rafe,” she quickly replied. Rafe pulled out just to slip two fingers back into her, burning her skin a bit, but pleasure instantly took the mind's pain away.

“That’s it,” he slowly said as he moved his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. Y/n bucked her hips, feeling a knot in her stomach already.

The man chucked deeply at her walls tightening around his fingers. He was sweet, but still a bit cocky. He wanted her to feel this good with him only. He wanted to make any and everything she did with him so perfect, she’d only come to him for it.

“So close,” y/n breathed out as Rafe’s mouth continued to suck on her neck, leaving multiple mini-light hickeys. Whether you could see them or not, she felt them.

“I’m gonna cum, Rafe,” y/n moaned low as her heart quickened. “Do it, baby, do it,” he encouraged her before she fell apart on his fingers with a shaken moan and a fuzzy mind.

Rafe soon pulled his fingers out as he leaned up to suck on them, making sure to clean her off of his skin, leaving no juice behind.

“Always knew you’d taste good,” he said before attaching his lips to hers. Because she allowed him to finger her, he thought he could maybe go further. He was right.

Rafe slowly pulled his shorts off before tugging on hers, slowly just in case she wanted to change her mind last second.

Y/n felt comfortable. She didn’t want to turn back and stop. She wanted to continue forever.

Rafe wiped across her soaked cunt then coated his length with her cum to get himself ready for her. He was already harder than he’s ever been before. He always is, but he ends up rubbing one out so he wouldn’t make her uncomfortable for asking.

“You sure you want this, baby?” Rafe looked down at her. She looked so damn good looking up at him. “Please,” she begged, making him feel like he could cum just from that.

Without hesitation, Rafe slowly pushed at her entrance until his tip slipped through her slick. “Fuck,” y/n threw her head back with a shaken main from the feeling she hasn’t felt in a while.

She hasn’t had sex before. All the other times weren’t sex. This was sex. The foreplay. the live. The preparation. She was actually wet.

“Takin’ me so well,” Rafe said, knowing he still had more to go. The taller man pushed further, causing y/n’s back to arch and eyes to roll. He was huge. She could barely take him without the slight pain.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you. Just breathe,” Rafe said as he moved his hips back and forth, slipping into her with so much ease. She was soaking. She was the best thing. He couldn’t even think about anyone as good as her. He didn’t want to. This was all he needed.

“F-Fuck me,” y/n spoke. “Let’s go slow. I don’t wanna hurt you,” Rafe said, a bit scared to fuck her. He wanted to have sex. Slow and easy sex to get her used to it all.

“Fuck me, Rafe,” Y/n said with a more steady tone, wanting him to know she needed him. She was never the kind to like it slow. She wanted it fully. She wanted to full deal.

“A-Are you sure? I can get a bit-“ Rafe said but she cut him off. “Fuck me, Rafe. I want it all. Hard, rough. Anything. Please, Rafe,” she begged, rushing adrenaline through his veins.

“Fuck, really?” He asked, picking up his paste. “Want it hard n’ rough?” He asked, begging to push her body into the mattress with his now hard thrusts.

Y/n moaned loudly, feeling her mind go wild. “Nah uh, you said you wanted it rough. Take it then. Open those pretty eyes,” he said as her eyes slipped away.

“Open!” He demanded. It took her time, but she managed to keep them open, slightly. “Yeah — Wanna watch you enjoy this. As much as I love how sweet you are, I just wanna ruin you,” he said with all respect.

“Wanna mark you. Wanna fuck and fill you. Wanna make you mine forever — Is that okay for you? Is it fine if I keep you around me forever and away from the rest of the world?” He asked as he nodded, unable to speak too much.

“Gonna keep you, baby. Gonna put a ring on that finger and take you right back here. Right back to this island,” he fucked harder.

“You know I bought it right? For you. Bought this whole place to keep us away and happy together,” he said and y/n would hear him, but she couldn’t answer. She couldn’t have a simple conversation with him. She was full of so much cock and love.

The girl scratched at Rafe’s back, making him groan loudly. His breathing grew louder hand heavier as he rocked his body into hers, slamming into her like she asked.

“Fuck, Rafe!” She screeched, tightening around his shaft. “Yeah, you’re right. Fuck — I know it’s good. You’re squeezing me so fuckin’ tight. Might cum twice tonight,” a hand wrapped around her neck.

He gripped softly but tighter every second, making sure she wasn’t caught off guard.

Her eyes popped in pleasure, soon crossing and rolling back as her pussy tightened more. “Goddamnit,” Rafe’s pelvis slapped against her clit, giving y/n a better sensation.

It all became too much. She released hard, moaning and shaking like she’d never before, but he didn’t stop. He kept going, making her take all of him.

The man pounded into the moaning girl, making a dumb little mess out of her. Her voice got higher as a hand gripped his wrist, pulling him into her closer.

“Fuck yes, baby. Fuck yes. Cum on me. Fuckin’ cum in me, baby,” the man’s body rhythm quickened again as he felt himself grow close. She looked so good. She felt so good. He needed to claim her.

“Take it — Take it! Fuckin’ take it,” he ended up growling as he leaned close to her face, inches away from the sight of her in another world. She was so fucked out, and he knew it. He knew he had her hook. She’s been had him hooked, and it was her turn now.

“Oh my god, take it — Fuck! — Fuckin- oh my fucking-“ he tried holding his moans in but his deep breaths came out as his seed spilled into her. She felt his warmth fill her in seconds. She wasn’t going to be able to keep him all in.

“Mm-hmm,” Rafe shook as he hurried his face into her neck, taking a few deep and hard strokes to empty all of him out. He wanted to make sure she felt him. He wanted her to feel the love he had forever.

Rafe’s thrusts slowed down and y/n’s whined got quieter. They were both out of breath, but she felt beyond amazing. Her head was still fuzzy, and she loved it like that.

She thought to herself how much she used to like the high of drugs. This beat that by a tone. This was the only high she’d ever need. All she needed was Rafe Cameron.

Y/n and Rafe have been the talk of town lately. After people noticed the small but very expensive one-of-a-kind promise ring on her finger, people have been giving them stares.

The two are currently at this get-together, talking with a few people Rafe was networking with. People kept asking about their future, which never bothered the two. Rafe loved that people knew y/n belonged to him and he wasn’t planning on keeping her for life.

“She’s a one-of-a-kind. She always has been. Top of her class from high school to college. She still is ‘till this day,” he added. “Wow, that’s a great field right there,” an older man said.

“And my flex is having her right by my side. All the scholarships and money are a waste though. I would’ve covered that anyhow,” Rafe joked as the group and he laughed together.

“May I excuse myself? — I’ll be right back, baby,” y/n whispered in Rafe’s ear before giving him a peck and then walking away to use the restroom.

They’d been here all night, and the water and a couple of glasses of champagne were getting to her bladder. She needed to go.

Y/n did what she had to do before saying her hands and fixing herself up in the mirror. She scanned her body in the dress and jewelry Rafe insisted on buying for her.

She bought herself what she wanted to wear, but he wanted everything she had to be owned by him. One, because she is his, and two, she deserves to be treated like a queen.

Y/n smiled as she asked out of the bathroom, feeling great and ready for the rest of the night until she heard a familiar group around the corner.

“Told you she went this way, man. C’mon,” Timothy said. Y/n’s heart dropped. She hasn’t seen or heard of him in a year. Rafe said he left the island and didn’t know why. Why was he back?

Y/n stuttered in her step, looking around at where to go until he turned the corner, locking eyes wither. He tapped his friend's chest next to him, notifying that she was right where he said she was.

“Well, look who we have here. A princess,” he spoke, stepping towards her. Y/n took a few steps back but stopped in her tracks from the shock running through her body.

“Been a while, huh? Since like — You opened your legs for me at a house party, right?” He asked as his Feind group laughed. She noticed Kelce wasn’t in his group anymore.

Rafe didn’t lie to her when he said he had a serious talk with him. Kelce did apologize to her, and she understood how men get when they try to stick around to impress friends.

He admitted that he was wrong, and she accepted. About the others? None of them wanted that talk with Rafe and Rafe didn’t feel the need to have it, because he couldn’t care less for them. He barely could with Kelce, his childhood best friend.

“H-Hey,” she said, not knowing what to say. “H—Hey,” he mocked her with a chuckle, knowing he intimidated her. He knew the fear she felt around him, and he planned to use it.

“Been runnin’ around with Rafe Cameron, huh? You opened your left for him too?” He genuinely asked. “I never opened my legs for you, Timothy,” she tired sounding strong as he got close.

“Yeah, you’re right. Because you’re so damn hard to get,” he admitted. “Or maybe I just don’t want you? I have Rafe,” she said. He’s now a foot away from her, taking up too much of her space.

“Yeah — Him. Son of a bitch had me on the run, but I’m back now. Got everything sorted out,” he said. “Good for you,” she said. “Mhm, but the one thing that doesn’t sit right for me, was the agreement from my lawyers to stay away from you,” he said, anger growing in his tone.

“Yeah, your little boyfriend at the cops on my ass. Had to make an agreement to keep away from your pretty little body, but who can do that? Not when you’re walking around here lookin’ like that,” he said, scanning her body.

“Rafe, huh? No matter how much he writes his name on you, I’ll always see it as a competition,” Timothy said before he quickly grabbed y/n by her hair. “Besides — I had you first,” he said.

Y/n pushed, slapped, kicked, and yelled, trying to get him off but he fought back, pushing her against a wall by her neck.

He tightened his grip, alarming y/n’s brain. He was cutting off her air. She didn’t know what to do. He was strong and no one was around.

“What would he say if you came back to him, smelling like me. Maybe even go down on you tonight just to see you were already filled,” Timothy said in her ear.

“P-Please — Just leave me alone. I’m a better person and it’s not too late for you-“ she went to say but he pulled back and punched her. She was shocked on the ground, holding her face. She’s never been punched before.

Y/n ears were ringing, her head spun and she was so shocked she didn’t notice Timothy pull her up by her hair.

His friends started speaking up, yelling home this was too far after he punched her with all of his power. They thought he was just going to scare her. They thought they had left all the pushing her to get back with him a year ago, but Timothy had other plans.

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled at them, snapping y/n back in reality. “T-Timothy. Please,” she was forced to look at him. He turned and looked down at her glossy eyes.

“You look good like this,” he said as he fondled with his belt. Y/n thought this was it for her night. She thought he was going to get his way with her and maybe get away with it until Timothy flew to the ground.

“You fucked up,” Rafe growled on top of Timothy, beating the hell out of him. Instantly. Y/n looked to the side, head still spinning but she saw the sight of her boyfriend repeatedly punching Timothy.

“Rafe — Rafe, please don’t,” she said, not wanting him to regret whatever he had going through his mind. “I told you to stay away from her. Told your ass I’ll fuckin’ kill you if you came across her again!” Rafe continued.

“Rafe!” She tried stopping him with her voice, but something in her didn’t actually want him to stop. Thankfully Timothy’s friends pulled Rafe off of him and a few people came around the corner.

“The hell is going on here!?” Ward, Rafe’s father asked as he came around the corner, seeing Timothy passed out on the ground, covered in blood, and Rafe's suit covered in blood.

“Let me go!” Rafe yelled, still being held back. “Rafe, stop it! Relax! What happened!?” Ward asked again. “He touched her! He fuckin’ had her on her fucking knees!” He yelled.

“What? Son, what are you saying? What are you talking about?” He asked, confused. “Sir — Timothy tried, uh — He tried assaulting her,” one of the boys spoke up.

“What? Wait,” Ward shook his head, trying to understand. “Me and my friends followed Timothy after he said he wanted to talk to y/n. He said he wasn’t going to do anything, maybe scare her, make her cry-“ a boy said.

“We didn’t think it would get this bad. I know the other reason we came was bad too, but this — This was too far,” the same boy said. “He even punched her,” another boy said.

“He punched her!? Oh, fuck no,” Rafe began to fight again, even though the boy was knocked out. “Son, son!” Ward came over and pulled t/n away after he ordered his older friends to get y/n off the ground and away from there.

“You go with y/n. She needs you. I got him,” Ward said. “But-“ Rafe went to say. “Son, just go! You don’t want to regret anything,” he said, making Rafe think. He was still upset, but he left with y/n.

Rafe and y/n sat outside in the parking lot, away from people who kept asking questions about what was wrong with y/n.

She had almost passed out from the overstimulation of embarrassment. She couldn’t be around people for a while.

“Baby, we should go home. If I see that motheruckers face, I’m gonna kill him. No fuckin’ doubt,” Rafe said as he pulled y/n into him closer. “You can’t just go around beating people to death, Rafe,” Y/n said, making him scoff.

“Don’t care,” he answered drily. “You’re a hassle, Rafe,” y/n said, wanting to be upset at him or anything, but couldn’t. He did what he had to do. He saved her. “You need it, baby. And I’m putting that bastard in jail,” he added.

Rafe didn’t lie when he told her that. It didn’t take long to convict Timothy and put him in jail. Y/n felt thankful for his friends for telling the judge the things he’d said and done, but Rafe still thought they needed a punishment.

His agreement was to have them on house arrest and at another college that y/n will be attending. Yes, they were upset but understood. They took the deal and moved.

“Jobs done, baby. You got your justice,” Rafe said before kissing the side of her cheek. “All because of you,” she hugged him tightly, thankful for all he’s done since they started talking. “Anything for you, baby. Anything in the whole world,” Rafe said and meant with all of his heart.

[butteredfrogs]

📩 simblr question of the day: any other simblrs that you love

i did something similar to this a while ago but i just wanna spread some love because there are so many amazing and talented people and i just hope you all know i appreciate all of you! (also this post is super long so i apologise i advance)

@squea honestly you are such a sweet person and you’re so so talented! you inspire me so much and you already know i appreciate you but i really do and i’m so thankful to call you my friend💛

@circusjuney june, you are so cool. not only are your edits amazing, you can make poses as well??? you’re so talented and also i love talking to you you’re honestly so lovely and so sweet <3

@youredreamingofroo you have such cool and chill vibes, and your renders are amazing!! i also love reading about your ocs and stuff or seeing the stuff you reblog that reminds you of them, i told you this already but i legit stalked roo and leo’s tag the other day because i wanted to find out more about them!

@druidberries you already know ily, but honestly i am so invested in the tjol gang i love seeing them pop up on my dash and hello the latest update??? i am so excited for baby 3!! also ofc butterberries is the best duo and no i will not accept criticism thank you💛

@sunyos jaci, every interaction i have with you is so chaotic but you never fail to make me laugh so hard! you are honestly so chill and i love seeing your sims so much and i just love talking to you!!

@fizzytoo i love your sims and your gameplay screenshots so so much! honestly your postcard legacy was one of the reasons i wanted to get the horse ranch pack bc you just made it seem so fun! you also just have such good vibes! (also i saw your posts about playing sdv, i’m expecting updates from your farmer butter!!)

@stellarfalls literally where do i even begin. i mean if you haven’t seen bree’s edits already i’m going to assume you’ve been living under a rock? just so talented and honestly you inspire me so much (although i don’t think my edits will ever be on your level)

@stinkrascal honestly again just such a sweet and lovely person!! also i just love your vlad so much and i love reading your story like i love learning more about your characters and their backstories!

@alelelesimz honestly where would we be without your cc free townies, thank you for your service🫡. but not only that the way you style your sims in general is amazing like their outfits are always so so good

@solargrove you are so so sweet! despite the fact we don’t interact much you sent me such a lovely ask after i was upset by that anon and it just really cheered me up! not only that but your builds and your gameplay screenshots always have such a nice warm and cozy vibe to them like they literally can i live in your game pls?

@folkbreeze your edits your gameplay are so so good every time! your screenshots are always so full of life and literally look like they belong in a photo album i love it so much and i just love the way that you edit them as well

@eljeebee such an amazing story teller! if you guys aren’t following lana you should be!!! you put so much love into your stories and it really shows they’re so good! also you are so lovely and have always been so nice and supportive and i appreciate it so much💛

@citrlet honestly i’ve said this so many times at this point but you are so lovely! also your screenshots are so pretty and soft and i love them so much! i also love seeing your stardew valley screenshots like i really love the fairycore/cottagecore vibe <3

@crazy-lazy-elder-sims i’m so sorry i sound like a broken record but you are so lovely!!! every time i’ve interacted with you you’ve just been super sweet or supportive and i really appreciate it! also in general just the fact you reblog so many posts and support so many people is really nice to see honestly i always love seeing stuff that you reblog whether that be sims or not!

@windslar honestly your gameplay screenshots and your edits are so good!! and literally where would simblr be without your psds we would literally be so lost like they’re so good and so useful

@orbitsuns your gameplay posts are so pretty. they have such a sweet and wholesome vibe to them if that makes sense? esp your secret garden screenshots they just feel very cozy and wholesome. also you have the sweetest vibes <3

@wildmelon you have always been one of my biggest inspo esp when it comes to fantasy! also even though you don’t just post sims i love your blog so much. it has such a whimsical vibe and i just always associate you with fantasy <33 (also your sims are STUNNING)

this is already super long so quick fire of some of the other people on here that i love and that you should go show some love to as well @glittermutt @simelune @cottageivy @thefunniestjester @flovoid @finnsim @kopimoss @futurelabs @velvet-disc @aliengirl @zleepyhollow and so so many others that i’m probably missing honestly anyone that i follow has inspired me in some way or another and i appreciate each and everyone of you 💛💛 also just anyone who has liked commented on or reblogged any of my posts i appreciate it so so much thank you all for being here 🫶

[your-local-grinning-cat]

The Ultimate Compilation Callout

Hey Guys! AR OOC once again to say I am 100% done.

I'm done with this. I thought it was finally dying down and the drama was finally getting to be over with but then she came back and is now trying to say that we are the ones in the wrong. And she is STILL trying to blame Leona's mod when, as both @/castaway-achlys and I have stated numerous times at this point, they were asleep during the entire event. They did not ask for us to defend them. We were both just tired of hearing our friend be exhausted and stressed out by her.

And the fact that so many people have come out to give their own experiences of her being rude and cruel to them just proves this is not a singular event.

I'm putting all this under a cut because it's gonna get long guys. In fact, I’m probably going to end up needing to create a couple reblog chains to get it all out.

But I'm done playing nice. I have all the receipts. Like I went allllll the way back to when the discord was first created. I caught her in her first lie.

Which, coincidentally, her very first lie in the Discord server happened on the very first day it was formed. What a way to start.

I call her the Malleus mod as an identifier in these screenshots, because unlike her, I am not petty enough to reveal peoples’ personal information on the internet just because I don’t like them.

HOWEVER. I will remind everyone that she is not JUST the owner of the Malleus account. Even if you don’t want to look under the read more because there are a LOT of receipts, know that these are all her known blogs.

I do not condone harassment. Harassment is basically what started all this. Just block and go.

Malleus Draconia @/therealmalleusdraconia

Falena Kingscholar @/the-falena-kingscholar

Aijuka (A Leona gf OC) @/the-one-aijuka

Jack Howl @/frosh-jack-howl

Fellow Honest @/fellow-honest

Meleanor Draconia @/meleanor-draconia

Baul Zigvolt @/baul-zigvolt

Sebek’s Mother @/thethickestone

Marja Felmier @/marja-felmier

And her latest: Eric Venue @/ericvenue

(Bonus non-rp blog @/thetwistedminds)

Before we get too far into it I will say there is a slight color code! But only a tiny one!

Gross light green color - look at that lie! 👀

Gross darker green color - a lie is revealed! 🤭

Orange - note the date/time! 🗓️⏰

Let me show you what I mean in the lie I’ve already mentioned - her very first one. :)

There we have the orange, telling you to note the date. That’s because I was wanting to make sure it was known that the pet posts were made on the same date that the discord was created.

And then we have the gross light green around Malleus mod claiming that this bunny is her bunny and that it was her bunny’s birthday recently.

Now here is the follow up with the gross darker green of a lie revealed. 😌

And there we have it! The color coding system and her very first lie told the very first day the Discord channel was active and easily disproven with an image search.

Now let’s get into the FUN STUFF! /sarc

We’re going to be doing some rehashing here but I’m also going to probably be including some new things so stay with me folks! This’ll be a ride! Buckle up!

So, originally I was thinking I'd start with the current drama. But considering that a lot of that has already been covered and what hasn't been covered needs more context, I'm just going to keep going in chronological order, I guess.

I've been up for over 24 hours compiling receipts, editing them to protect IDs, and then getting them all sorted so let's finally do this so I can pass out!

First up is something that actually has been covered a bit but I'm going to expand on it slightly - her blatant lie to @/elysia-nsimp (I'm not tagging anyone because I'm not forcing anyone to get notifications on this lmao).

Here's what everyone has already seen. But to expand on the event, we didn't call her out on her bad behavior, even though we probably should have as she had just lied straight to another mod's face about her blog ownership. I simply DM'd the mod in question privately to make sure they were okay and then tried to keep the peace in the main chat.

Because, believe it or not with this major callout post, I don't generally like confrontation. But I stepped in there for Elysia and I stepped up during this for Leona's mod.

Now, later that night, she posts this as if nothing had happened and she hadn't just been told that she needed to work on her roleplaying skills:

Uh huh. Sure. That's your last account. Because you have shown so much self-control when it comes to filling character voids within the twst rp community already. I'll be generous and give you a month before you break.

Now these next ones need a tiny bit of background information and a note: the Malleus mod is German and, as far as we know, lives in Germany. These next pictures are little indicators that she has not experienced the United States at all. These indicators may not seem important now, but they will be in just a little time. So keep them in mind for after the pause.

You cannot tell me anyone who has spent any length of time in the United States has not at least heard of Walmart.

Quick pitstop to say wow! You didn't even make it a month! Congratulations!

Also, note the question from the admin and the pretty obvious passive aggressiveness from me. We were sending plenty of hints that they needed to stop - sometimes coming outright and saying it, sometimes simply implying. Either way, we were all ignored.

She says she's not a mind reader. Well, apparently she's just not a reader period.

Now... a bit of an oddball here. And I want to say I do not necessarily think this is a lie. I am including it for a lie that is coming. The one that I included all those America comments for.

I'm sure you will note that I said that I don't "necessarily think" it's a lie - indicating that I do think it could be a possibility. That would be correct.

She has been lying since day one and, after this doozy of a story I'm about to share with you, I honestly don't know what to believe when it comes to her.

So.. to sum this up...

We went from a cringe ask from an OC account that she didn't want to answer -> the asker wasn't supposed to be on tumblr because they were underage (???) and was trying to date her irl and somehow had all of her information (oh but don't worry guys she deleted the ask!) -> he found her social media accounts and sent her NSFW pictures and started spam liking, demanding pictures of her kids, sent pictures of her at-the-time boyfriend, sent pictures of his family and his kids -> so she blocked him on everything and then started spam creating the rp accounts to see if he did it with other people or if it was just her (...mmmhmmm...) but nope he was only interested in Malleus -> she then apparently moved to America for a bit to crash with her boyfriend because this underage person went to Germany to find he.

Oh, by the way, why was this guy obsessed with her? Oh, he was obsessed with German women. He decided that all German women were pretty. And she's German-Russian! And Russians have intense standards for women you know! After this guy found out she was German AND Russian, I mean... it was only a matter of time before he upped his game to try to find her!

Guys, she's not saying she's too beautiful for her own good - the underage stalker speaks for itself!

Now, since this stalker found her through her Malleus account and was obviously very determined, you would think the first course of action would be to, ya know, delete the Malleus blog. Right?

No, no, no! Then she would have to start all over and, of course, if she switched accounts she would be forced to make a post on her current blog saying what her new blog is and he would just find her there. That's why she's trying to make her other accounts more active than her Malleus account (her Malleus account was still, by far, before all this happened, the most popular of all her rp blogs)!

Can I also mention that in that post announcing her pregnancy ON HER MALLEUS ACCOUNT WHERE SHE SUPPOSEDLY HAS A STALKER, she had tagged ALL OF HER BLOGS AT THE TIME?

But yes, Malleus mod. I definitely believe your story. :)

Please. Please tell me you all can understand why I just cannot find it in me to trust a single word coming out of this woman's mouth.

Especially now that during this whole drama, she has been lying through her teeth and trying to pin the entire blame on Leona's mod.

Now this part is nearly over (thank whatever gods anyone believes in) but let's just post the last few of the "before drama happened" pictures, shall we?

...I'm realizing I didn't underline the part where I called her out for having that many blogs in the gross dark green of a lie caught... oops. This is what happens when you have far too little sleep.

But either way, here is another time when she was called out on a lie of hers. And her little comment at the end means she read it and she acknowledged us.

She just didn't care because it didn't suit her.

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ALRIGHT!

THAT'S THE END OF PART ONE!

Yeah. This is going to come out in PARTS. I can't cover it all in one post because there is a picture limit.

So, I'm going to end up making a reblog chain...

Eventually.

Real talk? I need to sleep. Desperately. It's nearly two in the afternoon where I am and I have not slept yet.

Do not underestimate the power of spite and my loyalty to my friends. Both are very strong motivators.

But my body's needs are finally winning.

When I wake up, I'll have the Ultimate Drama Arc to post and expand upon and then the Return of the Drama Arc.

Yay. (said in the most unenthused voice ever lmao)

Anyway. Enjoy all this. I'm gonna go die. /j

[straightlightyagami]

i might deserve your fate or worse

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asks are welcome but I am very slow (as in it takes months sometimes) at answering them. I am not ignoring you I am just so bad at this.

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I'm a socialist (communist-adjacent as in closer to a marxist than an anarchist on most issues, but I don't use a more specific label. I try to stay open to learning about different ideas) and a (mostly classical) utilitarian.

anti-imperialist as in I oppose imperialism by the US and western countries and by other countries like russia too.

I try to have a nuanced view of historical socialist experiments (i am from an ex-socialist country btw).

inclusionist as in I think it's fine if people have any good faith and harmless identities, even contradictory ones. this doesn't include "radqueer" identities. I don't participate in queer discourse.

vegan for the animals and the environment.

irreligious atheist, no longer consider myself strictly anti-theist but adjacent.

not a fan of standpoint epistemology nor do I feel the need to prove I have it worse than someone else. pick and choose which privileged groups you want to implicitly assume I am part of (unless I explicitly state a fact about myself). it’s the internet.

I strongly disagree with the concept of collective guilt or collective punishment.

nationalism is cringe.

I do not want to hear about shipping discourse.

reblog ≠ endorsement of everything the OP ever said. also note I will sometimes interact or follow people I don't agree with on everything or even most things. I will sometimes reblog posts that are interesting but I do not necessarily endorse.

some posts (this section is a work in progress)

why i am anti anti civ

on autism: (x) (x)

on democracy under socialism

socialism vs communism vs regulated capitalism

sideblogs

@this-is-trivial - aesthetics sideblog

@autistic-light-yagami - “roleplay sideblog”

@hashtag-applecore - 🍎

@colibri-coruscans - birds (the other mod is @/rlydsntmttr)

@goncharovpilled - goncharov posts archive

@modularfacade - architecture photography blog

@did-henry-kissinger-die-yet - what it says on the tin (the answer is yes)

@jan-iso - toki pona blog

@wouldkirakillthem - poll gimmick blog

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #176

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

He's gonna be Frank with you. Read the rest of The Frank Program here on Tumblr!

Last time on The Frank Program, Frank caught Daryl watching something on his phone during recording, and he didn't like what he saw.

Daryl exploded out the door to the parking lot, anger in his stride, fear in his posture, and tears in his eyes. Chad, leaning on a car, got up immediately when he saw the kid running off.

“Hey!” He called out. Daryl wasn’t stopping for anything.

Cautiously, Chad poked his head back inside. Frank was stoic, silent in his host’s seat, a lit cigarette in his left hand. He took a drag from it and sighed out a puff of smoke.

“Come in, Mr. Graves. We oughtta finish the show.”

“You alright, bud?”

There were bags under Frank’s eyes that Chad didn’t recall seeing before. “I’m plenty content to finish recording.”

Graves sat down in his chair. The corner behind him was conspicuously empty. The chair which had been there before sat askew and on its side at the other end of the room.

“You know, Mr. Graves -”

“You can just call me Chad.”

“Well, Chad…” Frank took another hit. “I ain’t touched a cigarette in ten years. Kept this one in the studio just to prove to myself I didn’t need it.” He chuckled. “Funny how I keep proving myself wrong, huh?”

“How’s that?”

“Oh, the usual. I think o’ someone as a friend, or a wife, or… or a son. And I come to find they never were, really. They stab me in the goddamn back.”

“I take it that your chat didn’t go too well?”

Frank sneered. “You have no idea.”

“I’m sure he’ll come around. You know teenagers, I mean… I remember when I was a teenager, I got in arguments with my parents all the time.”

“We’re no stranger to arguments, Chad. This is somethin’ else. I’m losing my boy.”

“What exactly happened?”

Frank huffed and smothered his cigarette in the ashtray. “We better get back to my prepared questions.”

“Yeah…” Chad nodded slowly. “Alright.”

Frank shuffled through pages, looking for a question he still felt like asking. “Uh… Do you and your friends ever have creative differences when working on the show?”

“I don’t think we’d be as effective at doing our jobs if we did. Really, all four of us try to stay out of the creative side of things most of the time. Our producer decides what the story is for a given episode. He takes our full night of footage, and our analysis of the findings, and he gives that to his editor to make the pieces fit together.”

“Does the show replicate the experience of actually bein’ there, do ya think?”

“To be honest with you, I don’t usually watch it. Kind of a ‘been there, done that’ situation. But I have been channel surfing before and caught a rerun from a few years ago, and it definitely brought back memories.”

“Well that’s nice. Nice to have something to look back on. I guess I’ve got that too, huh? A little piece of the past… to bring back memories.”

“Yeah, I guess so. The nice thing about the show is it cuts out all the boring bits. The parts where we’re just sitting around, whispering to each other like we’re trying not to wake up the parents at a sleepover.”

“Right,” Frank said, a lump in his throat. “Those are the parts you really miss when they’re gone.”

Chad tilted his head to look around his microphone. “It’s gonna be okay, Frank. He’ll -”

“Mr. Graves, I don’t want another grown man to see me cry. So thank you for being here, but I must be signing off. Go ahead and tell the people where to find you.”

“I’m on all the socials as @GravesGhostVisions, so just search that up if you want to see where we’re headed next.”

“Thank you. This has been The Frank Program…” Frank struggled to get the words out without letting tears come with. “So long.”

[unreliablenarratorofmyownstory]

!𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍!

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i'm Will Graham, you should call me Professor Graham if you happen to be from one of my classes however. you may find needed information about me after the divider, although feel free to ask for clarification on anything or for something i didn't mention. I’m only on here because Dr. Lecter thought I should socialize more, that it may be therapeutic. [ @collecterofchurchcollapses]

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ʚʘ͜͡))❨ i'm 34 years old.

ʚʘ͜͡))❨ i have a pack of seven dogs I found as strays, all of which are of varying breeds. Their names are Winston, Buster, Whiskey, Jackson, Tobias, Jet, and Chloe. If you find more strays, feel free to bring them to me, I’ll take care of them. If you want to send me pictures of your dogs that’s much obliged as well

ʚʘ͜͡))❨ a Professor at the FBI Academy. If you are one of my students and you need help, ask me don’t just sit there confused. I will help you. [mod has taken a forensics class so if it is on analysis of a crime scene I will try to be as accurate as I can be]

ʚʘ͜͡))❨ Not romantically involved at the moment, too unstable for that as I’ve been told.

ʚʘ͜͡))❨ straight [has not yet experimented]

ʚʘ͜͡))❨ i’d rather you not talk about me behind my back, but if you must I don’t care if you use she, he, or they. [I will mainly write the latter two unless the situation calls for she]

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[м𝑜ᗪ 𝕀ภғ𝑜/ Ŵ𝕀ᒪᒪ 𝕀ภғ𝑜 ᵇｅᒪ𝑜Ŵ]

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[alt accounts:]

@toothingz

[Chilton’s guard-shark, Casey sideblog :3 be nice to him,, or beat him up. either way <3]

@rainy-sel

[main account that slowly morphed into a RP account, that's where follows will come from]

[ALERT!]

[you are welcome/allowed/even encouraged to flirt/be mean/ect. to Will. he's a lil guy and i enjoy light teasing and such. obv, don't do that anyone i rp with unless you've gotten permission from them. otherwise i will block you and i won't interact anymore.]

- mod is 17 years old

- mod uses he/him pronouns

- no DNI, I'll cater my own experience

- this is a RP and a fic writing account

- pinned will be edited occasionally, so look out for any changes/new rules

- minors allowed outside of NSFW area. this includes mod, i am not above this rule.

- asks will be treated as suggestions to plot, so we'll respond to them, and they can have an impact if we want, but won't otherwise.

- open to any characters from the show or otherwise, whether crossover or OC

- long-term and short-term roleplay are always very welcome, DMs and asks are open

- i have a long-term hannibal, but other hannibal's are allowed to interact if they'd like.

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- grahamsasks -> asks

- grahamrp -> RP

-grahamsreblogs -> reblogs

- modposts -> posts from aksel [mod]

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[trashbag-baby666]

what are some hambone/brady post-war headcanons you have?

This really got me thinking!!! So here’s some I’ve been thinking about!! Edit: this ended up being all through Hams POV…Hope you enjoyed!!! Likes and reblogs highly appreciated

MOTA Masterlist!

•When they get back they go their separate ways. Brady went back to New York and Hambone went back to Kansas.

•they promised each other to write and call but now they were silent.

•Ham waited by the phone, checked the mail everyday but there was never a letter. So why didn’t he reach out first?

•He just assumed Brady had met a pretty girl and soon forgot about his little military gay panic. He was handsome and had a strong jawline. Ham wasn’t sure what he had to offer to some eligible bachelorette.

•Ham goes to work, maybe goes and gets a drink, but then he just comes back to his apartment to wait.

•A month goes by before there’s a letter in the mail.

•Dear, Howard.

Sorry I didn’t write sooner, I could’ve called but I just needed some time to process. Process what we went through, processing my emotions, everything really.

I miss you so much, Hammy. I can’t believe I’m saying that…it better not inflate that ego of yours. If you ever find yourself in New York, you know where to find me.

-Wishing you the best, John Brady.

•Ham stared at the letter for hours picking apart the sentences, I miss you so much, Hammy. Were they still ignoring the quiet, secret kisses they shared behind the barracks or hiding in the bombers.

•Then he’d think about the months in the POW camp…those cold, tender nights where the only thing he needed was Brady tucked into him. He needed to be able to nuzzle at the back of his neck and take in Brady’s smell. The need to kiss behind his ear and warm up both of their bodies.

•Maybe he just needed to let go of it.

•What was he even going to do after professing his love to Brady? Just let him go back to New York until they visited each other again? Wait till he finds a wife and mope around that it’s not him.

•Just when Ham had finally sat down to put a pen to paper a knock rattled his door. When he opened it he most certainly wasn’t expecting the site on the other side.

•Brady. He was here.

•instead of his uniform he had been so accustomed to only seeing Brady in, he had on that same brown leather jacket he seemed to not be able to give up on with some slacks. He looked nice.

• “Can I come in?”

[freckledjoes]

Hi there! I noticed on your most recent gifs, you didn't have your usual watermark on them and was curious if there was a reason you're no longer doing so?

Hi :) There’s a reason, yes. Long answer incoming!

For the longest time I’ve used a watermark in the hopes that it would keep people from reposting, considering I added the “don’t repost my gifs or edits” to every post as well. And with my watermark, I’d have a foot to stand on if I noticed they did it anyway. It’s just very discouraging when people repost the things I put so much time in creating.

However, every single time I’ve asked someone not to repost, I’ve been met with hostility, been called a bully, and they always supposedly find it on Pinterest, Google or from someone else, while some stole it minutes after I posted it - or simply posted a lot of mine, making it all seem less plausible that they didn’t get it directly from my blog. Which, simply put, gets tiring. Besides, my stuff gets reposted so often that I’d have a day job chasing them all - which is very draining.

So… in a sense, I give up? I feel like adding my watermark will only drag more reposters to my blog and I dislike them all with a passion. I don’t get why people think it’s a nice thing to do. I’d love to block every single person who comes here from Twitter to steal my stuff, but I can’t so, yeah :) I will still keep it in my bio, because it happens within Tumblr sometimes as well and that’s also annoying considering someone can literally just reblog it.

I have to admit I also don’t love the gif option where people take my gif and add one sentence on here, but at least that option links back to my post.

I never liked watermarking my stuff in the first place, but it sucks when you spend time on something and your own post gets 10 likes, but several reposters get 300+. Doesn’t really seem fair, even if I’m not like driven at all. It’s just, what am I creating these things for if people can’t even bother to appreciate it on the original post?

It’s basically a lose lose situation at this point if you ask me. I might quit altogether sometime because of it, but as of right now the people expressing their love and joy for what I make are what keep me going, as well as my love for creating :)

[bellaireland1981]

Stubborn Hearts | Promotions and Proposals

Summary:  Part of the Stubborn Hearts Universe! Bradley Is up for a promotion...as are the rest of the Daggers! Life is going really well for Bradley and Sunshine... with the promotion at work, he decides it is time for their relationship status to be promoted as well. 

Characters: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mitchell! Reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mitchell! Reader (Platonic), OC Shay Benjamin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Penny Benjamin, Dagger Squad

Warnings: FLUFF, SMUT! (P in V) -- let me know if I missed anything! 

Word Count: 9176-- ooops. I have zero chill!

A/N: I do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other platforms. All OC’s belong to me but I do NOT own Top Gun Maverick characters. Reblogs and comments ALWAYS welcomed!  THANK YOU as always to @waywardodysseys​ for letting me bounce ideas and for reading and editing for me!!  

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“Sunshine!” Bradley called, coming into the house. He dropped his flight bag by the door, bending over to untie his boots, toeing them off.

“I’m in the kitchen!” You replied, busy with prepping for dinner. You’d called Shay earlier in the day and invited her over to have dinner with Jake, Bradley and you.

“Wow, what’s all this?” He asked, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and bending to kiss your neck.

“I wanted to make you and Jake a nice meal. You’ve both been working your tails off the last few weeks.” You replied, turning your face towards him, stealing a kiss. “You deserve a good home cooked dinner.”

“How did I get so damn lucky?” He asked, “I love you so much, Sunshine.”

“I love you too, Roo.” You smiled, “I would argue that I’m the lucky one! How was work today, Stud?”

“It was really good.” he chuckled at the term of endearment. “Amazing,actually. Mav had Jake and I run some maneuvers in the morning and then Phoenix and I were assigned to a group of Top Gun recruits to instruct.”

“Bradley, that’s awesome!” You replied, happy for him. You knew he’d been looking forward to getting to instruct at Top Gun. “You’re going to make a fantastic instructor. You and Nix are a great team.”

“Thank you, Sunshine.” He said, standing up and pulling a letter from his back pocket. “I also got this today.”

He held the paper out to you. Seeing the smile on his face you knew it wasn’t bad news. You quickly wiped your hands off on the towel in front of you and took the paper from him, opening it to read the contents. It was a formal invitation to a promotion ceremony to be held later in the month. Bradley was being promoted to Lieutenant Commander.

“BRADLEY!” You exclaimed, “Oh my God, I am so fucking proud of you! This is fantastic!”

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. He laughed as his arms wound around your waist, holding you firmly to him. After a moment you pulled back and captured his lips, kissing him fiercely.

“Will you pin on my new rank pin at the ceremony?” Bradley asked, looking a litlte unsure.

“Roo, of course I will!” You replied, “I’d fight anyone that tried to stop me.”

“Thank you, Baby.” He answered, “I’m actually looking forward to being promoted this time… I get to share it with you. I’ve never actually had anyone to ask to pin me before. It’s always just been the commanding officer of wherever I was at the time.”

“I will forever be by your side, cheering you on and celebrating your achievements, Roo.” You promised, “You’ll never not have someone at a promotion ceremony ever again.”

“I love you so fucking much, Sunshine.” He said, his voice husky with emotion.

“I love you too, Bradley.” You replied. “Go ahead and get cleaned up and changed. I’ve got to get dinner in the oven. Shay will be coming over soon and Jake should be getting home shortly.”

With another kiss, Bradley made his way upstairs to shower and change.

You finished chopping vegetables and quartering the tiny potatoes before seasoning everything and placing it on a sheet pan. While the oven preheated you pulled out the meat from the fridge and seasoned it. You’d decided to do a glazed pork tenderloin with roasted vegetables and potatoes for dinner. You needed to sear the tenderloin before placing it on the pan with the vegetables.

You pulled out a pan and placed it on the stove, turning on the burner and adding butter to the pan. You were seasoning the tenderloin when Jake arrived home.

“Hey, Sweets!” Jake said, entering the kitchen and heading to the fridge. He grabbed a bottle of water out and stood next to you, his hip leaning on the counter. “That looks good.”

“Hopefuly you will think it tastes good too!” You laughed, “How was work? Bradley said you were in the air this morning.”

“Yup. Pops Mav had us working through some maneuvers.” He replied, using his new favorite nickname for Mav. You  knew it made your dad crazy. “I’ll also be doing some instructing with Coyote.”

“Jakey, that’s awesome!” You exclaimed, “You’re going to be fantastic! A little brave of the Navy to put you and Coyote TOGETHER…”

“We’re the dream team, Sweets!” he laughed. “I also got some other good news today…”

“Does it involve a ceremony and a new title?” You asked, smirking.

“I take it our Chicken friend got a similar letter?” He laughed, “It does indeed involve a shiny new pin and rank.”

“I’m so proud of you, Jake.” You told him, beaming, “You deserve this. You’ve earned it. I will be there cheering so loudly for you.”

“It’s a different kind of feeling this time.” He confided in you, “I’ve never really had anyone that cared enough to make a big deal or to say they’re proud of me… mostly I just hear my dad telling me I should have moved up ranks sooner, or I’m still not good enough.”

“I swear, Jakey the more I learn about your family the more it makes me want to drive to Texas and bust their damn heads.” You grumped, “You DO deserve this. YOU are enough, Jake. You’re a damn good pilot. You’re a damn good FRIEND. And you’re killin’ it as a big brother.” You turned to the sink, quickly washing your hands and drying them before pulling Jake into a tight embrace. “I love you Jake Seresin.”

“I love you too, Sweets.” He said, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you back with all that he had. “Thank you.”

“We’re family, remember?” You replied, “This is what we do. Loving you is easy Jake.”

“You’re easy to love too, Sweets.” He said. “Do you need me to help with anything?”

“Nope. I’ve got it covered.” You answered, “Go hit the showers and change.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” He said, dropping a kiss on top of your head before heading out of the kitchen.

You finished getting the meat seared and put in the oven before wiping the counters down. Bradley came in as you were finishing cleaning everything up.

“Come here, Sunshine.” He said, tugging until you were close to him. He cradled your face in his hands, tipping your head and leaning down to angle his lips over your own. You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his waist and returning his kiss. His tongue snaked out, licking over your lower lip. You opened, allowing him entrance, which he immediately took advantage of, deepening the kiss.

The doorbell rang, announcing Shay’s arrival. Bradley groaned. You giggled, pulling back slightly in his embrace.  

“To be continued later, Stud.” You said, heading to the front door to let Shay in.

“Hey!” You greeted her, “Come on in!”

“Hi!” She replied, “I picked up some wine… after today,  it’s much needed.”

“Oh no! Bad day?” You asked, leading her into the kitchen to get glasses.

“Longest day ever.” She said, “Nobody seemed to want to do their damn job and everyone I dealt with gave me a headache.”

“Any closer to finishing your book so you can ditch the day job?” You asked, knowing she’d be happier just writing.

“Sadly I haven’t had time to write much because of the stupid day job.” She sighed, “I have some vacation time so I’m thinking of  taking  a few days off to just write.”

“That sounds like a  really good idea.” You agreed, “Maybe see if Jake can get a few days off and the two of you can get outta town… you can write a bit…spend time together…”

“That’s actually a great idea.” Shay replied, “I’ll run it by him. Any plans on your two getting away together?”

“That is a fantastic idea, Shay.” Bradley said, coming into the kitchen again, “Sunshine, wanna get away with me after the promotion ceremony later this month? I’m sure I can get leave.”

“I’d love to get away with you, Roo.” You replied, “Time with my favorite Flyboy… I’ll never say ‘no’.”

“Damnit, I’m never making the top of that list!” Jake whines coming into the kitchen. He wraps his arms around Shay, dropping a kiss on her lips. “Hi Darlin’. I missed you today.”

“Hey, Babe.” She replied smiling up at him, “I missed you too. And if it’s any consolation, you’re my favorite flyboy.”

“HA!” He exclaimed, “I’m SHAY’S favorite Flyboy!”

“Wow” You laughed, shaking your head. “There’s still a while until dinner is ready. We can grab drinks and go sit outside on the patio.”

You all grabbed drinks and light appetizers and all headed out to the patio, settling around the table.

“Can you believe we’ve been living here half a year already?” Jake asked, “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

“It has gone fast.” Bradley agreed, “It’s the best time I’ve had in a very long time.”

“It’s been an amazing 6 months.” You said, “And it just keeps getting better!”

“I’ll drink to that!” Shay said.

“And even MORE importantly…” You add, “To the two very deserving and hardworking aviators getting the recognition they have more than earned and ranking up! Soon to be Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw and Lieutenant Commander Seresin, congrats on a job well done!”

“I’ll definitely drink to that!” Shay laughed excitedly, “Congratulations, both of you. Jake, I’m so damn proud of you, Babe”

“Thank you, Darlin’” He replied, a blush creeping up his neck. You decided in that moment your new mission is to make sure that Jake gets used to people complimenting him and making him believe he’s deserving of love and praise. You would undo the damage caused by his family if it took until your dying breath.

“I’ll add a toast to the women who have our backs and put up with our asses,” Bradley added, “We’d be lost without the two of you.”

“I can attest to that!” Jake agreed, “Life flat out sucked before the two of you! The best thing that happened to me was walking into the Hard Deck after getting called back to Top Gun and meeting the two of you. I gained a family. I found the love of my life… and because of the pair of you, I also gained a kickass wingman and best friend.”

“I guess you’re alright.” Bradley teased, then grunted as you kicked him in the shin. “I’m kidding! Hangman you’re one hell of a good friend and I trust you completely as my wingman. I’ll say the best part since coming back to Top Gun was finding my Sunshine again. I have a family again as well…and a bigger one than I ever imagined having.”

“So we are all in agreement.” You said laughing. “I’m excited to see what the next six brings.”

“Same!” Shay agreed.

_________

The next couple of weeks were busy for everyone.  You still made time to get together with everyone at the Hard Deck at least once a week, nobody willing to sacrifice time together.  

The Dagger squad had been kept busy at work with new recruits and teaching them. On top of that, they were flying maneuvers in preparation for a possible upcoming mission. They assured you it wasn’t anywhere near as dangerous as the Uranium mission had been, but missions always involved risks.

You’d been busy, picking up more charters from Frank, spending time with your Aunt and cousins, and on the hunt for the perfect dress for the promotion ceremony. Bradley had told you it’s a formal affair, and he’d be in his dress whites. You couldn’t wait for that.

You and Shay had carved out time to go shopping for dresses and accessories, dragging Penny along for the ride.  They talked you into an extra dress that wasn’t formal enough to wear to the ceremony but convinced you it would be perfect for when you and Bradley went on your getaway.  

That was another thing that had kept you busy. You and Bradley planned a weekend trip up to Big Sur. Neither of you had been there yet so you decided it would be perfect. Bradley had secured a few days off immediately following the promotion ceremony. You had let Frank know you weren’t taking any charters that week either. It was the best part of your job… you never had to ask for time off. You took charters when you wanted to and were able but if you needed time off it was an option.

The day of the promotion arrived. You, Shay and Penny had appointments for early afternoon to get your hair, nails and makeup done. You were excited for Bradley to see the dress you’d picked out, knowing it would drive him absolutely crazy all evening.

“Sunshine, is everything you need in the suitcase so I can load it into the Bronco?” Bradley asked as you were getting ready to go meet the girls. “The plan is still to leave first thing in the morning, right?”

“Yup!” You replied, walking out from the ensuite bathroom to wrap your arms around his waist, your head resting on his back. “I can’t wait to get away together…just the two of us… no distractions.”

“Me too, Beautiful.” He replied, turning around and wrapping his arms around you. He bent his head down connecting your lips with his own, tenderly kissing you. “I’m always ready to have you all to myself.”

“Hold that thought, Stud.” You said, “I have to go meet the girls to get our glam on.”

“Have fun, Sunshine.” He said, “I love you.”

“Love you too, Roo.” You replied, “See you in a few hours.”

Penny had arranged for a light lunch and mimosas for the three of you at the salon and spa. You were able to sip the drinks and snack on the various finger foods while your hair was being styled. You’d opted to have your hair pinned back in a low knot, with some tendrils left out to frame your face, hanging down in loose curls. It was elegant and would look really good with the neckline of your dress. Once your hair was done you moved to getting your manicure and pedicure done before the makeup artist would take over.

“I think we clean up quite nicely,” Penny said once the three of you were all finished, “Let’s get a picture!”

One of the stylists offered to take your picture. Once done, Penny texted the picture to both of you.

“Alright time to get dressed and celebrate our men!” You exclaimed, “I will see you ladies at the hotel!”

When you arrived home, Jake and Bradley were in the living room playing a video game on the couch.

“Shouldn’t you two be getting dressed?” You laughed, “You have a pretty big night ahead of you!”

“Just finishing this game then we’re getting dressed!” Jake said, then looked up to see you sit on the arm of the sofa.  “You look gorgeous, Sweets!”

“Holy Shit, Sunshine.” Bradley said, his eyes drinking you in, “You are absolutely breathtaking.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, “Wait until you see the completed look! And Jake… you’re going to need to remember to breathe when you see Shay.”

“Thanks for the heads up, Sweets.” He beamed, “I can’t wait to see my girl.”

“I’m going to go get my dress on. I might need help with the zipper, Roo.” You said.

“I’m right behind you, Sunshine.” He said, setting the controller down and getting up to follow you to the bedroom.

“No funny business you two!” Jake called after you, “We don’t have time for all that!”

You and Bradley laughed in response.

“I’m going to hop in the shower really quickly before getting dressed” Bradley said, “I will zip you up when I get out.”

“Sounds like a plan, Flyboy” You said, softly slapping his ass as he walked by. He laughed, shaking his head at you.

Once he was in the shower, you stripped out of your clothes, pulling on the new matching black lacy bra and panty set  you’d bought for the occasion.   Because the dress was off the shoulder you needed a strapless bra. You decided to slip on your jewelry first before putting the dress on. Instead of getting a fancy necklace, you decided you’d wear your sunshine pendant, pairing it with emerald stud earrings and an emerald tennis bracelet.  You applied lotion to your legs and arms then sprayed a small amount of perfume on before pulling the dress out the garment bag in your closet and slipping it on. You were able to get the zipper up most of the way but would need Bradley to finish zipping it.

While you waited for him to finish in the shower, you grabbed his dress whites from the closet and carefully laid them on the bed for him.

The door to the bathroom opened up, steam billowing out from his hot shower. Bradley walked into the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet, causing his curls to be more defined. He stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of you.

“Holy Shit, Sunshine.” He said, his voice gravelly, “You look so fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you,” You smiled widely, winking “You’re looking pretty sexy yourself, Stud. Can you finish zipping me?”

He smirked, walking over. Once he stood next to you, your back to him, he ran his hands softly up over your bare arms and to your shoulders before moving down over your back to the zipper. A shiver of arousal swept your whole body at his touch. His hands lingered on you after the zipper was up, dipping his head down to leave delicate kisses on your shoulder, moving up your neck. The man knew what he was doing to you for sure.

“Are you sure we have to go tonight?” He asked, continuing to pepper your other shoulder with kisses, “I can fake an illness and they can just give me my new rank pin when I’m back at work…”

“Absolutely not!” You exclaimed, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, “We are going so I can be there to pin you and cheer obnoxiously loud for you and Jakey. This is a big night for both of you and you’re not missing it!”

“Fine…” he pouted playfully, “But I am not promising to keep my hands off of you… this velvet dress is sexy as hell…”

“I never complain about having your hands on me, Roo.” You said, batting your eyelashes at him. “I’ll even let you get me out of the dress when we get home.”

“I look forward to that, Sunshine.” He said, dropping a final kiss on your lips before starting to get dressed himself.

“I’ll meet you out in the front room.” You said, “I need to move stuff over into my handbag for the evening.”

“I’ll be down in a minute.” He replied.

You stepped out of the bedroom, carefully making your way to the living room. Jake was sitting on the end of the couch, careful not to wrinkle his uniform. He stood up when you walked in, flashing his signature smile.

“Sweets…” He said, “You look absolutely beautiful.”  

“Thanks Jakey,” You replied, moving around the couch towards him, “You’re looking very handsome in your uniform. Have I mentioned how damn proud of you I am?”

“Once or twice.” He laughed, pulling you into a hug. “It’s nice to hear though.”

“Then I’ll just have to keep saying it!” You replied, “Are you ready for tonight?”

“As ready as I can be.” He replied, “I’m looking forward to celebrating with my people.”

“Your people are excited to celebrate with you.” You said.

“Alright!” Bradley said entering the living room. “Let’s get this party started! You riding with us, Jake?”

“Nope.” He replied, “I’m picking up Shay and will meet you there.”

“Sounds good.” Bradley replied, “Are you ready, Sunshine?”

“Yup!” You answered, “We’ll see you there, Jake! Don’t forget to breathe when you see Shay.”

Bradley and you walked out of the house, his hand on the small of your back as you walked to the Bronco. He helped you into the passenger seat before going around to the driver’s side.

Once you arrived at the hotel, Bradley handed the keys to the valet and helped you out of the Bronco. The two of you walked arm and arm into the hotel. Your dad was standing with Penny at the entrance to the ballroom where the ceremony would be held.

“Hey, Firecracker,” Your dad said pulling you into a hug, “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks, Dad.” You replied, hugging him back. “You’re looking very distinguished in your uniform, Captain Mitchell… soon to be Rear Admiral.”  

“That’s a mind trip.” He replied, laughing.

“Uncle Tommy would be so proud.” You replied.

“My dad would be too.” Bradley added, “Although, he’d probably harass you because it took so long.”

“You’re not wrong, Kid.” Mav said, smiling at Bradley. “Your dad would be beyond proud of you, Rooster. You have no idea. Your mom too… despite not wanting you to follow in your dad’s footsteps, I have no doubt she’s with him looking down on you proud as hell of the man you’ve become… of the pilot you’ve become.”

“She’d be excited as hell that Y/N is here by your side and the both of you finally got your heads of your asses.” Penny added, laughing.

“Thank you, Mav.” Bradley said, hugging him. It still melted your heart to see the two of them getting closer and closer. The last six months had done a lot for their relationship as well. The old hurts were definitely healed. You knew Bradley loved having his godfather back in his life.

“Are we waiting out here for Seresin and Shay?” Penny asked, “I think the rest of the squad is already inside.”

“Yeah, they should be not too far behind us.” You replied.

Not long after, Jake and Shay arrived and you all made your way into the ballroom where the rest of the squad and their dates were waiting. Being permanently stationed in San Diego the past six months had allowed the rest of the squad to start putting roots down as well. You all had really become a family.

The night started with dinner and a few speeches from the higher ranking officers. Once dinner finished, they started the promotions. Everyone on the Dagger team was being promoted. One by one they were called up to the stage with their person to receive their promotion and get pinned. Bradley was called first. He stood, and then took your hand and you walked together up to the stage. He made sure you didn’t trip going up the stairs in your dress.

“The President of the United States, acting upon the recommendation of the Secretary of the Navy, has placed special trust and confidence in the patriotism, integrity, and abilities of Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw. In view of these special qualities he’s demonstrated to serve in the higher grade, Lieutenant Bradshaw is promoted to the grade of Lieutenant Commander, United States Navy, effective immediately, by order of the Secretary of the United States Navy.” Cyclone recited, “Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, please present for the pinning of your new rank.”

Bradley turned so he was facing you. His eyes were bright and you knew he was doing his best to keep his emotions in check. You smiled brightly at him, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. You accepted the new rank pin from Cyclone and stepped forward, stopping directly in front of Bradley. You carefully took the fabric of his jacket in your hand and pinned his new rank onto his chest, making sure to align it perfectly. Once it was secure on his uniform, you carefully stepped back again. It took all of your willpower not to throw yourself into his arms. You knew there’d be time for that later.

“Congratulations, Bradshaw.” Cyclone said, quietly, before dismissing him. Bradley once again carefully guided you back to the table, the two of you taking your seats once more.

You turned in your seat, leaning in to kiss him, before turning back to watch the rest of the squad get promoted. True to your word, when Jake was called you were one of the loudest cheering him on. He laughed, shaking his head as he made his way to the stage with Shay. You wiped tears, carefully from your face as you watched him be promoted and Shay pin on his new rank. Once he was back at the table you hugged him hard, congratulating him again.

Your dad was last to be promoted and you definitely had to wipe tears away as you watched Penny promote him. You were glad you’d gone with the waterproof mascara.

Once all of the promotions were complete, the rest of the night was for celebrating. There was music playing and an open bar. It wasn’t long before all of the higher ranking officers trickled out, allowing the rest of the officers to relax and let loose a little.

“Dance with me?” Bradley asked, taking the champagne flute from your hands and gently setting it on the table.

“I would love to.” You replied, letting him lead you out to the dance floor. A slower song had just started, and he pulled you into his embrace. His hands resting low on your waist, your own wrapped around his neck.

“You feel so good all wrapped in velvet.” He remarked, “I can’t wait to get you out of it later.”

“Hmm, the velvet is doing it for you, is it Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?” You asked, smirking knowingly at your boyfriend.

“Holy Shit, Sunshine.”  He groaned, pulling you tighter to his body. You could start to feel the effects you were having on him.

“Down boy.” You laughed, “We’ve got a bit before we can make our getaway. I need you to behave.”

“You’re asking an awful lot of me, Sweetheart.” He whined, “How about we just sneak away and an abandoned closet quickly… we’ll come right back.”

“No dice, Roo.” You laughed, “Patience, Baby.”

“Sorry to interrupt, but I’m stealing my Sweets.” Jake said, cutting in. You  laughed at the look on Bradley’s face, as Jake swept you away from him.

“I’m not really all that sorry.” Jake confided as the two of you danced.

“I figured” You replied laughing, “How are you feelin’ newly promoted Lieutenant Commander Seresin?”

“I’m feelin’ fanFUCKINGtastic, Sweets!” He answered, flashing you a megawatt smile. You loved to see him this happy.

“Happiness looks good on you Jakey.” You told him. “I also love that you’re letting everyone finally see the Jake I love on a regular basis”

“It’s nice to finally have a reason to be happy all the time.” He said, “I’ve got a family I chose…or who chose ME, I’ve got an amazing girl that I love more than I ever thought possible… my career is in a good place… I’m almost afraid I’ll wake up and it was all a dream.”

“Not a chance, Jake.” You promised, “We are all here, we’re real, and we’re not going anywhere. I’ll even let you in on a secret…you’ve worn my dad down… he rolls his eyes, but I see right through him. He likes having you as a surrogate son. He cares about you Jake. You are 100% officially part of the Mitchell family. No take backs.”

“I feel like I won the lottery the day I met you at the Hard Deck, Y/N.” He answered, his voice thick with emotion. “Everything got so much better and brighter that day. I get why Rooster says you’re his sunshine.”

You hugged him tighter as you finished out our dance.

Bradley’s POV

Since Jake decided to steal his girl, he took advantage of the moment and went in search of Mav. He wanted to talk to him before you and he left for Big Sur.

“Hey Mav.” he said, finding him at the bar with Penny. “Can I talk to you a minute?”

“Of course.” He replied, letting Penny know he’d be right back. Penny looked at him and winked, knowing what the conversation was about.

The two walked out of the ballroom, finding a quiet place to talk, away from everyone.

“What’s on your mind, kid?” Mav asked, pretty  much already knowing what was coming.

“Do you remember when we were on the carrier after the mission and I told you I wanted forever with Y/N?” He asked. “I know we’ve only been officially together for six months and under normal circumstances it might be too soon, but we’re not normal… never really have been.”

“You’re not wrong there.” Mav chuckled, “And time is relative, Brad. There’s no playbook.”

“I want to ask Y/N to marry me when we’re up in Big Sur.” He confided, “I’d like your blessing, Mav. I love her more than anything in this world. I know what life without her is like and I never want to live that life again.”

“I would love nothing more than to see the two of you married.” Mav beamed, “I couldn’t imagine anyone else being able to make my little girl as happy as you do, Brad. And I couldn’t ask for a better future son-in-law.”

“Thank you.” Bradley said, his voice thick with unshed tears. Mav hugged him tightly, patting him on the back. “I couldn’t imagine a better future father-in-law.”

Pulling apart, Bradley said, “I have a plan… but I’m going to need some help.”

“Anything you need, we’re happy to make it happen.” Mav said, “Nothing is too over the top for my little girl.”

Your POV

Once you finished your dance with Jake you both went in search of your significant others. You found them both with the rest of the group back at the table. Bradley smiled as you approached and pulled you over until you were sitting perched on his lap, his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his face into you, as you leaned over to drop a kiss on his head.

“What did we miss?” You asked.

“Only Rooster pining over you and pouting because Jake stole you” Phoenix teased.

“Rooster you’re going to have to learn to share.” Jake said.

“Not a chance, Bagman.” Bradley replied, shooting a fake glare Jake’s way. The two had become best friends over the last six months. “You’ve got your own girl.”

“That I do, Rooster.” He agreed, winking at Shay. “The most amazing girl ever and I’m lucky she puts up with my ass.”

“You’re easy to love, Jake.” Shay said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “You’re not hard to put up with.”

“I love you, Darlin’” He said leaning over to steal a kiss, “Dance with me?”

“Love you too, Cowboy.” She replied, “Lead the way.”

“They are beyond adorable.” You gushed as they walked away to go dance. “I love seeing them so happy.”

“It’s good to see him so settled and happy.” Phoenix admitted, “I like that he’s more Jake and less Hangman.”

“I’ve known Jake since the academy.” Javy said, “He doesn’t let many people in…to get the chance to see past the asshole facade and see the awesome guy beyond… just know that isn’t something he allows to just anyone.”

“He keeps telling me that he feels so lucky to have us and that he still doesn't think he deserves it.” You added, “But really, I think we’re all the lucky ones. Jake would do anything for any one of us at this table. We are his family. That asshole facade as you call it… that’s just his defense mechanism. It’s a learned response.”

“You and Shay were the only ones that saw through him immediately” Javy said, “It knocked him sideways… in a good way.”

“I have to admit he’s become the closest thing I’ve ever had to a brother in the last six months.” Bradley said, “He’s still annoying but in a brotherly, somewhat endearing way”

“He’s my brother first, Bradley.” You said, playfully scowling, “I already claimed him!”

Everyone laughed at you ‘fighting’ over Jake.

Not long after the group all trickled out of the ballroom, ready to call it a night. Jake had let you both know he was staying at Shay’s so not to expect him home. He hugged you both, telling you he’d see you when you got back and to have a safe trip.  You hugged your dad and Penny before leaving, promising to let them know when you arrived safe and sound in Big Sur.

“Ready to get out of here, Sunshine?” Bradley asked, holding his hand out to you.

“Take me home, Flyboy.” You replied.

____

The second the two of you were through the door, you were on one another, lips locked, tongues dueling for dominance. Bradley’s hands roamed down your back to your ass, palming it and pulling you up and into his hard body. Your arms were around his neck, your fingers lacing into his hair as you continued to kiss him passionately.

“Fuck, I need you Sunshine.” He groaned, his cock straining hard against his pants, desperate to be released.

“Take me to bed. I’m all yours.” You replied against his lips. He lifted you up, the slit in your dress allowing you to wrap your legs around his middle. You felt yourself getting wetter as your core grinded against him with each step he took towards your bedroom.

Once inside the room, Bradley eased you gently down his body, making sure your feet connected with the floor. His arms reached around your back to the zipper on your dress, lowering it. He peeled your dress off of you, allowing it to sink onto the floor once it was past your hips. He stood breathless for a moment, soaking in the sight of you in your lace bra and panty set. His pupils were blown wide in lust, making them darker than normal. You knew your own eyes matched his at the moment.

“As beautiful as you looked in the dress, Sunshine, you look exquisite out of it.” He rasped, his hands moving up over your torso. He let his thumbs brush over your bra; they made contact with your nipples, causing them to pebble even harder than they already were. You moaned at the feel of his hands running over you. Without missing a beat, he moved his hands around your back to unhook your bra, letting it fall to the floor with your dress. Your panties followed immediately after. You were now completely naked in front of him, his eyes still drinking you in.

“You have too many clothes on, Roo.” You whined, the need evident in your voice.

“We can’t have that.” He agreed, “Help me out of my uniform, Baby.”

You smiled up at him under your lashes, happy to oblige him. Your hands started at the top of his uniform jacket unbuttoning them one by one before pushing the jacket off of his shoulders, allowing it to join your clothing on the floor. Next you pulled his undershirt out from his pants, and ran your hands up under it, sliding over his abs, up to his pecs and shoulders. He moaned as you let your nails lightly scrape over this chest before you gathered the shirt in your hands and pulled up. He lifted his arms to help you and ducked down so you could get it over his head. Once it was off, you leaned forward, placing light kisses over his chest and collarbone. You allowed your hands to drift down over his belly to the belt buckle on his pants. You undo the belt and pull it from his pants, dropping it to the floor.

“Fuck, you’re killing me, Sunshine” He gasped, moaning again as your hand cupped him over his pants, applying gentle pressure. His own hands now running over your naked skin, needing to touch you.

You take pity on him, finally unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper before pushing them off his hips, along with his boxers. He shimmied out of the pants, until you were both finally naked. No longer able to remain patient, he picked you up and dropped you on the bed, following you down so he was propped up over you.

“Kiss me, Stud.” You teased, widening your legs to make more room for him to settle on you.

Bradley obliged, capturing your lips with his own once more. You wrapped your leg around him, arching up into him, needing friction.

“I need you, Roo.” You begged. “Please…”

“Soon, Baby girl.” He promised. He moved to trail kisses along your jaw to your neck, then down to your collarbone, before moving even further down. His lips and tongue trailing down to your breasts, sucking in one of your nipples. You moaned, arching up to meet him. He let his hand slide down your body, his fingers lightly tracing over your clit causing you to gasp, before sliding a finger through your folds, entering your core.

“Yes… Brad…mmm…so good.” You cooed, squirming to get more friction where you desperately needed it. “Please, Roo… fill me up… I want to feel you inside me.”

“My Sunshine is so needy, huh?” He chuckled, capturing your lips in a heated kiss once more.

Deciding you were ready enough for him to enter, he moved back up and over you, your legs wrapping around him, opening wider for him. His hand snaked down to pump his hard cock a few times before lining himself up and slowly pushing into you.  

“Shit, Sweetheart…” He groaned, “So tight. You feel so damn good.”

“Don’t stop, Roo.” You begged, “Need more…want all of you.”

He pulled back only to thrust forward harder. The force combined with the angle of your hips put him in the perfect position to hit your g-spot. Your fingers were scraping over his back, leaving marks.

“Fuck, yes,” you moaned; your body beginning to succumb to the pleasure you were about to receive.

Bradley leaned down and nipped at your neck, causing you to whimper. Your whole body was set ablaze by his movements. He began to set a steady rhythm, thrusting into you, which was sending you closer and closer to the edge.

“So close…” You murmured, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Bradley pressed his mouth against yours and whispered, “Never.” He saw how deep in the throes of pleasure you were. Being wrapped around you and buried deep inside of you made him want to surrender to his own gratification. He grinned, knowing you were his and his alone. “Let go for me, Sunshine.” He rasped, his breathing uneven. “I’m right there with you.”

“Oh, fuck!” You gasped, “Roo, fill me… I want it all.” He moved his hand down between your bodies to rub over your clit, sending you flying over the edge. “Mmmm, fuck…yes,” you panted as your orgasm crashed throughout your body.

“That’s my girl.” He grunted, thrusting harder as you rode out the pleasurable shockwaves. “Holy Shit…. Feels too good… Fuck, Sunshine…”  with one final hard thrust he released, painting your inner walls with his cum.

He collapsed on top of you, aware enough to keep most of his weight off of you so as not to crush you. You held onto him, kissing his shoulder where it rested close to your lips. You stayed locked together while you both tried to regulate your breathing and come down from the high.

Bradley lifted slightly, just enough to look down at your face. A giant smile plastered on his face. You smiled back up at him, running your fingers through his sweaty curls.

“I Love you, Sunshine.” He said, lowering his head to kiss you gently.

“I love you too, Roo.” You replied, kissing him back.

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The next morning bright and early, the two of you were up and heading out of the house. Your luggage was already in the car the night before so as soon as you’d gotten coffee and breakfast, you were on the road. You’d thought about flying up there, but Bradley made a good point about the drive being worth it.

You made sure to create a road trip playlist on your phone for the two of you with all of your favorite songs from childhood up to current favorites.  Needless to say, it was a vast mix of genres.

Between the two of you belting out songs together and Bradley serenading you, the almost nine hour drive passed quickly. You pulled into the resort, checking in around dinnertime.

“Let’s shower and change and just get dinner at the resort.” Bradley suggested, entering the suite. “After dinner we can explore the resort a little, stretch our legs. Sound ok?”

“It’s perfect.” You replied. “I’m just happy to be able to spend the next few days with you without worrying about work.”

“Just you and me, Sunshine.” He smiled, stealing a kiss.  Then wiggled his eyebrows as he said, “We can be as loud as we want without Jake whining at us.”

“You’re horrible.” You laughed, “You whine when he gets too loud with Shay too.”

“We may need a bigger house, Sunshine.” He said, “Maybe we can get a nice house on base.”

“Maybe in the future, but we can’t get family housing without being married.” You reminded him. “You sir, are single in the eyes of the US Navy.”

“Blasphemy!” He exclaimed, “I am most certainly NOT single! I am in a serious, committed relationship with my SUNSHINE!” He tackled you to the bed, launching a tickle attack.

You squealed in shock, then burst into laughter, trying to squirm away from the attack. “Stop! I surrender!” You cried, “Uncle! Uncle!”

Bradley stopped the tickle attack, rolling over to his side, pulling you with him.

“You’re a menace.” You pouted, trying to get your breath back.

“Yes, but I’m YOUR menace.” He laughed. “There is a zero take back, no exchanges or returns policy, Baby.”

“I suppose that means I am good and stuck with you then, huh?” You teased.

“It absolutely does!” He agreed, pulling you closer and capturing your lips in a sweet, relaxed kiss. “Shower with me?”

“I’m all for water conservation.” You agreed, “I’m starving though, so no funny business.”

“Scout’s honor.” He replied, laughing.

“Roo you were never a Boy Scout.” You said, rolling your eyes.  

“Besides the point.” He declared, rolling off the bed and scooping you up to head to the bathroom.

_____

The next morning you woke up to Bradley already out of bed, opening the suite door to retrieve the breakfast tray he’d ordered through room service.

“Morning, Sunshine” He smiled, bringing the tray to the large California King bed and setting it down on the foot of the bed. “Breakfast in bed for my love. I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for, so I just ordered a mix of several things and we can share.”

“You spoil me, Roo.” You smiled, slowly waking up. “Is that coffee I smell?”

“Of course!” He replied, sliding into bed next to where you were now seated, handing you a cup of steaming coffee. “Just the way you like it too.”

“Hot and strong just like my first love?” You smirked at him.

“I’ve never been compared to coffee before, Sunshine.” He laughed, “I guess I’ll take it?”

“I love you more than coffee.” You promised, “That’s a whole lot.”

“I love you more than flying.” He replied,  leaning over to kiss you.  “Hurry and eat, we’ve got exploring to do today. And I’ve got a surprise for you for dinner tonight.”

After breakfast, you got dressed in hiking clothes, and the two of you set out to explore the area. You hiked several trails surrounding the resort and found your way down to a small cove with a waterfall. You took several pictures, including selfies together throughout the day. You paused to eat a light lunch you’d packed in your backpacks, sitting on a rock down on the beach.  

After eating you kicked your shoes off and walked through the water to your ankles, cooling off from the morning’s hike. Bradley followed, picking you up from behind and spinning you around before setting you back on your feet. He pulled you close, taking your hands and the two of you danced in the surf.

Before it got too late, you slipped your shoes back on picking up your backpacks and made your way back to the resort. Once in your suite you took turns in the shower, washing off the day’s sweat. Bradley had you shower first, saying he needed to call down to make sure your surprise was ready. You kissed him, heading into the bathroom.

You quickly washed your hair before soaping down and running a razor over your legs before rinsing off and hopping out of the shower to dry off and do your hair and makeup. You had the floral dress you’d gotten with Shay and a few other outfit choices that were less dressy. You just needed to get Bradley’s opinion since he knew where the two of you were going. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you stepped out of the bathroom, steam billowing around you.

“Hey Stud.” You smirked, seeing him standing in front of the bed in only his boxers, “I need to know the dress code for the evening. Floral maxi dress, or more casual sundress with jean jacket?”

“So the towel dress isn’t an option?” He asked, standing and letting his eyes wander over you.

“Nope.” You confirmed. “Too risky… one wrong move and I’m getting arrested for public indecency.”

“Fair.” He replied, “Floral maxi dress then. You may want a sweater or the jean jacket though for later. We’ll be outside when the sun sets.”

‘Good to know.” You answered, “Shower is all yours. I’ll get dressed and then do my hair and makeup when you’re done. “

“You can come in while I shower, Sunshine.” He replied, “Not like you haven’t seen it before.”

“Except I can’t do my hair and makeup with fogged up mirrors, Hot Stuff.” You laughed.

“Another valid point.” He acknowledged, smirking. “I’ll hurry.

Forty-Five minutes later, you were both ready. Bradley was wearing dress pants, one of his Dad’s Hawaiian shirts and loafers, and you wearing the floral maxi dress, a sweater in case you got cold and sandals.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, Sunshine.” He said, pausing to take you all in. “Are you ready?”

“Ready as ever, Roo.” You reply, “Lead the way.”

He took your hand and you walked through the hotel door, leading to a path to the beach.

“Bradley, what’s up your sleeve?” You asked, as he led you away from the hotel restaurant.

“I’m not wearing sleeves, Sunshine.” He replied, cheekily. “Patience my beautiful girl.”

He took your hand, guiding you down a path to the sand. There were rose petals scattered over the sand, leading to a table set for two, complete with a candle in the middle. A server stood ready to serve the meal Bradley had arranged.

“Bradley.” You gasped, smiling warmly at him, “This is absolutely beautiful.”

“I wanted a perfectly romantic dinner with my love.” He shrugged, “Nothing is too good for my Sunshine.”

“You’re so cheesy.” You giggled.  Bradley led you over to the table and helped you into the chair.

The server brought over wine, carefully pouring it into your glasses before bringing over your plates. Bradley had thought of everything. He’d chosen your favorite meal for you, and ordered a steak for himself.

Throughout dinner you noticed he seemed nervous, stealing glances towards the server and the path they’d walked down to get here. He managed to keep conversation flowing, despite his nerves.

Once you’d finished eating, you took a sip of your wine before carefully setting the glass back down on the table.

“Brad” You said softly, pulling his attention back to you, “Are you Ok?”

“Yeah” He said, eyes going wide, “Of course I am. Why?”

“You’re acting weird.” You replied, “Like you’re expecting the boogie man to jump out at you.”

“Why would Bagman be here?” He asked quickly.

“Boogie Man, Roo.” You laughed, “Not Bagman. And I never call him that. I hate when you guys do too.”

“Sorry, Baby.” He replied, sincerely, “I’ll make sure the others stop calling him that.”

“Thank you.” You replied. “I guess I’ve kinda become protective of him…but he’s worth it.”

“I love you, Sunshine.” He answered, “I love that you’re so protective of those you love. You have the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known.”  He took a deep breath before standing up and coming around the table. He took your hand and pulled you up gently, leading you over away from the table. The sun had sunk further down on the horizon casting an orange glow over the beach. When Bradley stopped, you realized you were in the center of a flower petal heart, with candles flickering in the breeze. The server had been busy while you’d been occupied by dinner.  

You turned to look questioningly at Bradley, only to gasp as you saw he’d sunk down on one knee in front of you. He took your left hand in his own and looked up at you taking a deep breath before starting to speak.

“Sunshine, you’ve been the light in my life for as long as I can remember.” He started, his voice thick with emotion. “I loved you even before I knew what love really was. You’re my best friend, the other half of my soul. I love that you  see the good in people, I love that you call me…and everyone else on their shit, not taking crap from anyone. I love YOU more than I could ever hope to put into words. I want to spend the rest of my life trying to find the words, waking up with you, falling asleep with you and everything in between. I want to raise kids who are firecrackers  just like their momma. I want the whole deal. So here I am, asking…. Will you marry me, Sunshine?”

By this point you have tears falling from your eyes, emotion choking you.

You let out the breath you’d been holding on a sob, smiling and nodding your head.

“Yes” You whispered, swallowing, before pulling into your lungs. “Yes, Bradley! Of course I’ll marry you!”

He leaned in, kissing your hand before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring slipping it onto your ring finger. Once in place he stood up and picked you up, your arms around his neck, his around your waist, kissing you soundly as he spun you around. After a moment he set you down, before turning to look behind him.

‘SHE SAID YES!” He yelled, laughing, before turning back to you and kissing you again. You heard excited cheering, whistles and lots of applause from the audience you didn’t know you had. You gasped in surprise looking all around as your family and friends all swarmed the beach, swooping in to congratulate you both.

“SWEETS!” Jake yelled, picking you up and spinning you around. He hugged you tightly, congratulating you. “I love you, Y/N” He whispered, “Thank you for always having my back.”

“I love you too, Jakey.” You replied. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” He answered, releasing you as your dad came up behind you.

You turned, hugging him tightly.

“I’m so happy that you and Bradley are finding your way, Firecracker.” You dad said, unshed tears in his eyes. Bradley was by your side, rubbing your back. “Bradley, your parents would be so damn proud of you, Kid. They’d be as happy to claim Y/N as a daughter as I am to claim you as a son.”

“Thanks, Mav.” Bradley managed to get out past the lump in his throat. The three of you hugged for a moment before you were torn away by the rest of the squad and Penny to congratulate and hug the two of you.

“Y/N!” Shay exclaimed, pulling you into a hug, “Let me see the ring!”

You held your hand out so she could see. It was a simple band with a small diamond solitaire and belonged to Carol. You loved it more than anything else he could have picked out. This one had more meaning to both of you.

“It’s perfect, Y/N! Oh my God I am SO happy for you two!” She gushed, “Jake filled me in on the plan as soon as Bradley texted him. I’ve been absolutely DYING!”

“I have no idea when he organized all of this, I couldn’t be happier!” You explained, “I didn’t know I could be this happy!”

You looked over to see Penny wrapping Bradley into a hug, tears glistening in her eyes. You really hoped your dad would propose to her in the near future too.  

“Come here, Kiddo!” Penny said, stepping over to pull you into a tight hug. “Congratulations, Sweet Girl.”

“Thank you so much Penny.” You replied, hugging her back just as tightly. You whispered in her ear, “Maybe dad will take notes from Brad.”

“One step at a time, Kiddo.” She laughed, pulling back.

“Your Aunt Sarah said you two need to stop by immediately when you get back.” Your dad said, “She wanted to be here but the kids had testing at school this week. She said to tell you she loves you both and that Uncle Ice would approve.”

“He would tell us he told us so in a way only Uncle Tommy could do.” You laughed through tears.

“Yes he would.” Your dad agreed, tears shining in his own eyes.

“It’s time to celebrate!” Coyote yelled, above the chaos. Somehow a speaker was produced and a phone was connected to give you all music. A bonfire was started giving off warmth and light. Not surprising, champagne was produced, and glasses distributed before toasting to the future Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw.

You and Bradley stood side by side, hand in hand looking around at your group, laughing and having a good time…not a care in the world because you were all together.

“Thank you, Brad.” You said, turning to wrap your arms around his neck.

“For what?” He asked, his arms winding around your waist, pulling you closer.

“For making sure all of our people were here for this.” You answered, “This was perfect.”

“You’re perfect, Sunshine.” He replied, smiling happily “I love you, my soon to be WIFE”

“I love you too, my soon to be HUSBAND.” You said, beaming at him.

A/N- I hope you enjoyed this first one shot from this universe! More to come for these two!!! Let me know your thoughts! 

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PSA for readers who don't like something

I recently posted a very long story called "Her Fallen Angel." This is apart of a very DARK collection of stories I have created, and almost all of the stories I have posted so far involve some kind of sexual assault or act of violence. Just like I do for every story, I put warnings on them and I disclose what is going to be in that story such as Rape, Non-consent/dubious content, and other graphic descriptions of violence. I also added a pairing I (now) realize not very many people like. That is Wanda x Bucky. I am not sure why, as they are just fictional characters in a fictional world, with fictional feelings and a fictional love life. Maybe.... maybe its about how Wanda is a bit overpowered and it doesn't make sense for just a strong super-soldier man to be together with a sorceress.

But fun fact fuckers : This story is F I C T I O N. ITS MADE UP.

I certainly DO NOT CONDONE the actions that I write about. This is merely a coping mechanism from some extremely traumatic events that happened when I was a child and throughout my teen years. I obviously do not wish any of this on anyone, and these stories are purely that: A story. So if you chose to not read the warnings (which are plastered right at the top of the page) and continue to read the story, that is on you, not me. You don't have to like it, but don't be like these people:

I am not doxxing them, as you can go to that story and see their comments for yourself. *Edit: I blocked them both so their replies disappeared. Yeah, she said she "liked the story" but should have stopped there. I am assuming that was just to "soften the blow" of the "eww icky bucky part". As for the other comment, yes. @/Cakechan123 you could have easily ignored this story. As could ANYONE who read the warnings and didn't like something.

Yes there is rape and sexual assault in my story. But writing it gives me the control to make it a happy ending by killing the pursuer, gaining powers and escaping, or even just a slight change in behavior in the pursuer as a sliver of hope that it could have happened in my experience.

But leaving comments like this because you didn't like something is just bad taste.

As a writer, I am of course open to constructive criticism. But BS like this will not be appreciated.

For the people who liked the story, I am very happy you did and I thank you for not only leaving a NICE comment but reblogging it as well! I love your POSITIVE feedback, and your nice comments and encouragement mean the world to me!!

Us dark storytellers have been harassed, berated, shamed, and mocked for too long. I’ve stood by and comforted a lot of folks but I have had enough of this shit. Leave us the fuck alone if you don’t like what we write! Once again:

If you see something you DO NOT LIKE then simply DO NOT READ.

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So uuuh I remembered you mentioning in a Mikoto post how Orekoto seems to refers to Haruka as just "Haruka" whereas boku-Mikoto calls him "Haru-kun". And earlier I was going back through all the Minigrams and in episode 34, Mikoto uses "boku" (僕) AND calls Haruka just "Haruka" so I wanted to know if you had any kind of thoughts on this because atp I'm just lost 😭

The explanations I can think about are : 1) the two alters were co-fronting so the two alters ways of talking mesh together 2) Orekoto just has had an influence on Mikoto as a whole and now Mikoto also adresses Haruka as "Haruka" in general instead of "Haru-kun" 3) it's actually Orekoto fronting but he's"masking" by taking on the host's manners

I guess it's not that big of a deal but it still bugged me slightly and since first heard of Mikoto's alter showing up in Minigram through your blog I thought I'd ask

Yeah, I re-blogged something recently that brings up that idea it's not the first thing to though. Many people have pointed it out over the course of Milgram. I'm assuming the post you're referencing is this one here.

To keep a long story short like you said in your follow up ask I did not write that I just re-blogged it from someone else.

Edit: I have since taken down that reblog and as such have linked to the original post above instead. I prefer not being asked why I did that. (I've also edited this again to fix formatting and spelling errors. 08/22/23)

Again, I'm assuming what you're referring to is this part,

There are other verbal differences between how Mikoto and the other one speaks. Mikoto proper referring to Haruka as Haru-kun is one of the more obvious ones.

We see this illustrated throughout the portal timeline repeatedly,

20/06/05

Haruka: Ah…… ah, u-um, Mikoto-san. The c-communication……? thing, that you were saying was important I-I thought, I’d give it my best…… Um, so, Mikoto-san, what’s your favourite food……?

Mikoto: Ooh? Nice going, Haru-kun~ Yeah, we still have no idea how long this lifestyle will go on for, so it’s best if we all get along together here. My favourite food…… I like pasta and horse-meat sashimi. Also bubble tea, and recently I’ve been big on custard puddings. What about you?

Haruka: ……ah, I, I wonder…… H-hamburg steak, and omurice, a-and also…… what else? Ah. Cotton candy……

Mikoto: C-cotton candy!? That’s the first time I’ve met someone who has that in their top three favourites!? ……man, Haru-kun, you really are hilarious.

22/10/06 (Mikoto’s Birthday)

Haruka: Mikoto-san. Um, are you ok……?

Mikoto: Ah, Haru-kun. It's been a while since we last talked, huh. Yeah, I'm fine. Are you doing ok......?

Haruka: Ah, I’m fine. I’ve been enjoying myself, a lot. Um, I’m sorry, for avoiding you. I was a bit scared. Of you, honestly……

Mikoto: Ahhh, yeah. I’ve been lashing out whenever I go to sleep, right? ……it’s fine. Even I think you’re right to be scared. You know, I kinda just hate that I don’t even know what’s going on myself…… haha. Ah, but despite all that you still came and talked to me because it’s my birthday, right? Thank you, you’ve grown into a good man.

Mikoto is also the one shown and stated to be the one who gives other people nicknames. He is shown doing so off the bat with Mahiru.

20/05/25

Mikoto: ……I’ve really got caught up in some trouble, huh. What even is this place? It’s probably a TV reality show or something. ……but to think someone in this day and age would try to do a project that could land them in so much trouble. Uh……

Mahiru: Ah…… I’m Shina Mahiru! You can just call me Mahiru. And you are……?

Mikoto: Kayano Mikoto. I’m fine with just Mikoto too. Ahh, I’m glad there’s someone here who’s easy to talk to…… It’s nice to meet you, Mappy.

Mahiru: ………… ……Mappy???

He's also the one to refer to the prisoners by nickname in his first trial Interrogation.

"See? Like, Yun-chan and Mucchan, are just high school girls, Haru-kun looks like someone who can't hurt a fly, and Futa would be an umbrella thief at worst."

And states this when asked about it during his first trial interrogation,

Q.09 Why do you give everyone nicknames?

Mikoto: I guess it became a habit when I was at university. Having a nickname for someone that only you call them comes with a lot of advantages, do recommend.

Even though it seems to follow the rules stated within the other post this is not some hard rule. It is just an observation.

We've seen in Milgram through other prisoners that they can switch up honorifics or not use them at their discretion. Just as people in real life can. For example, Yuno with Mu.

Yuno went from only referring to Mu by her name to using chan over the course of Milgram,

20/06/04

Yuno: Huh, so you go to that high school. So, you are from a rich family then~! I mean, you already gave off that vibe though. What year are you in?

Mu: First year…… Kashiki… san…… you’re older than me, right?

Yuno: Yeah, I’m in third year. But you can just call me Yuno, I don’t really like the stuffy formalities. It doesn’t really matter who’s older and who’s younger. If you squint, we’re basically the same age anyway.

Mu: ……fufu, what’s with that? But ok…… I’ll call you Yuno from now on.

Trial 2

Q.11 Which of the other prisoners do you get along with least?

Haruka: I don’t dislike Amane anymore. I’m not scared of small children now

Yuno: I wonder; the ones that are painful just to watch are Haruka and Mu-chan.

The use of honorifics is highly circumstantial. In Minigram 34 Spoiled,

Mikoto is doing a mock job interview where referring to someone by kun might just be contextually inappropriate or disrespectful for the environment he's attempting to simulate. So, he reasonably drops it.

A lot of the Milgram characters do what many people where I'm from would refer to as code switching. Basically, changing their language to fit the environment. People in general do this a lot in their everyday lives. People who are incapable of doing this or have difficulties doing it can run into social issues.

So, to put it simply given the topic he rightfully wouldn't refer to him as kun. He also doesn't refer to the others by name at all. Something common in job interviews, at least group ones.

The best way to come to a simple conclusion is to ask simple questions.

If they could co-front why would Milgram have any issues restraining the other Mikoto or even be unaware of their presence until after trial one? It is likely that there are other prisoners who have dissociative disorders, and their cases haven't been as difficult as Mikoto's. So, from that we can infer that if Mikoto had a more interconnected system or was even aware of the other then Milgram would have been able to better account for their presence.

The other Mikoto having more of an impact on the usual Mikoto would allude to the progression of time when it has been stated by Yamanaka that the Minigrams take place during trial one only.

A bit of a more accurate translation (still not completely accurate though),

"The minigrams are basically going to remain in the first trial timeline forever. It will remain in a relaxed, relaxed manner. There is a lot going on in the main story, but please rest assured to enjoy it."

Although since you can read the minigrams this is more for my benefit.

Because this is the case we will not be seeing any of the prisoners who have injuries with those injuries within the minigrams. This is perfectly displayed through the state we Mahiru is in within the minigrams in comparison to her state within Milgram currently,

Being able to jump rope despite needing a wheelchair in canon.

Since the minigrams take place during trial one chances are Mikoto is still unaware of the other's presence. It isn't completely impossible for the other's presence to be subconsciously impacting Mikoto, but I personally don't think it would be enough to change his way of speaking. Especially if this is all taking place over the course of trial one.

There are much more definitive ways to tell when the alter is in the minigrams the use of ore is one of them. However, just referring to Haruka as Haruka and not Haru-kun is a bit too skewed by circumstantial and contextual factors for me to consider it a reliable indicator.

Something your question has brought to attention here.

This is why I don't use that as the only indication of which personality is out myself. There are a lot of subtle mannerisms verbal and non-verbal that indicate which one is out currently and who has been out the longest. All these details come together to make Mikoto and his situation far more realistic in my opinion.

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Intro post!!! Wauuugh! Finally!

I have been meaning to make one these for ages but I've never gotten around to it lmao

Hi there, I'm Plum! I'm 17 years old and my pronouns are she/her (though idc if you use they/them on me either). I'm a disabled aroace cis girl. Nice to meet ya! This is where I tip my brain contents into - Consistency does not exist here! I mostly post about my interests (which can change very rapidly), but also make generally nonsensical shitposts and rarely post art I make.

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Brain Curd #121 - Twenty-Minute Tuesday #13

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

Rebecca washed the dishes in the sink and set them to dry on the rack. She pulled off her thick rubber gloves and tossed them aside before leaning on the countertop and sighing. She wore her hair up, just as her husband liked it, and her frilly apron was almost as spotless as the floors in every room.

“Becca?” Her husband called out. “Can you help me with something before I go to work?”

“Yes, honey. What is it?”

“The rain gutters are full of leaves. It’s making me sick.”

She groaned.

Climbing the ladder in heels was hardly her idea of a nice Friday morning, but such was the life of a housewife. She used a swab-like tool to push the leaves out of the gutters and onto the ground, where they’d be easier to clean up. She noticed a few roof tiles were cracked.

“When was the last time you had the roof looked at?”

“I don’t know… I suppose it might have been thirty years. I’m probably overdue.” 

“I’ll make you an appointment.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“What else are wives for?”

She climbed down the ladder and pranced back to the front door to give her husband a kiss the way she always did, right beneath the door knocker. She was the average housewife, and he was the average house.

“The guests should be here any minute. You’d better tidy up out front.”

“Fine, but after that I’m going back to sleep. And you owe me breakfast in bed. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve got a dumbwaiter in the bedroom.”

Their guests, in town for the music festival, rolled their suitcases up to his door. They were a younger couple, no older than twenty-five each. Before they could knock, he opened the door.

“Welcome!”

The man paused, his knocking arm hanging midair as if waiting for the door to close back up so he could complete his routine. He looked side to side. “Huh?”

The woman with him poked her head in, and couldn’t see anyone. “Who opened the door?”

“I did,” replied the house. “We’re happy to have you!”

“The house… talks?” The man asked his partner. “Did you know about this?”

“It was on the listing, but I thought it was like a smart home sort of thing.”

“I am smart,” the house replied. “I do the crossword every morning.”

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable being inside another man.”

“Oh, come on, Brendan. I’ve done it plenty of times.” She slapped his ass and walked inside, taking both of their suitcases with her. He blushed.

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hiii 💕💕

I saw your lip oils recommendations post and I was wondering if you had more cheap recs? I would also love some blush recommendations😊

In my influencing era I guess 💃 (part 1)

I’ve not been testing so many new lip products recently, but here goes nothing. Also before you may ask anything else, I only wear liquid blushes, highlighter and lip products (my fav makeup items), because I find mascara hideous to remove and I don’t like foundation on me. I do love makeup and I sporadically do artistic looks, but I also have a weird way of doing it. Makeups is an art and I respect everyone that does it, however they like it, but on me I personally don’t find cute a full face<3

Lip oils recommendations pt.2 + blushes 🍓✨

•Lip oils•

1. Catrice tinted lip oil | 4,99€

This is my new love. Chef kiss. It’s a thick formula, long lasting (IMO) that leaves a cute stain on your lips. Smells amazing (it’s not too strong tho, if you are sensible to this type of stuff) and it’s really so pretty, this up here is the lightest shade (there are so many! I want to try more ngl), and it’s called 010-Keep it juicy. The effect is very close to the Clarins 02 Raspberry, even if that’s 30€ and does not leave a stain, also the formula is way thicker and I like that. The container doesn’t spills out, easy to reapply during the day. 10/10 for me :)

II. Essence “got a crush on apricots” jelly lip care | 2.49€

I live this lip jelly so much!! It’s really hydrating and the gel-like texture is pretty unique. Has a cute apricots smell (not to harsh!) and is basically transparent. Leaves the lips feeling nourished and doesn’t leave any weird peelings! It’s cheap but it’s pretty worth it. 9/10 only because this is limited edition and I am sad about :,)

III. Catrice Power full 5 Glossy lip oil | 5€ (?)

This is actually not a new entry, but I had it for almost a year now. I have the shade “Raspberry Glow” and it’s such a cute sheer red tint on me. It’s also pretty hydrating, I wasn’t too fond of the smell at first, I would honestly pick the other Catrice lip oil that I showed here over this, but this is a nice product too! Also I know that there are more shades now, some should be even full coverage! I give an 8/10 :) (also yeah I can’t find the price online and I don’t remember it, but it’s wasn’t more than 5€ for sure)

Blush recs in the reblog<3

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53 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

#4

Preliminary Observations

Book: Open Heart, Book 1, Chapter 2

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks)

Word count: 1888

Rating: Teen

Category:  Ethan’s POV

Warning: A few curse words. 

Prompt/Summary:  Harper asks Ethan to share his impressions of the new interns after their first day on the job.   

A/N: I’ve been replaying Chapter 2 over and over as I work on my next set of edits. I had a little spark of inspiration and just started writing and I think it resulted in my first fic. 😱 Here goes nothing!  

Ethan was in the diagnostics office finalizing some paperwork before calling it a day and heading to Donahue’s to decompress.  He frequented the pub a few nights a week usually to grab a beer and some dinner before heading home.  Sometimes he would treat himself to a nice glass of scotch, a reward after a long and stressful day.  Tonight was most definitely going to be a night that he treated himself.  It was July 1st after all, the most dreaded day of the year.  The day each year that a new cohort of interns show up to wreak havoc in the hospital. And as anticipated, it had been an exhausting day of babysitting and putting obnoxious ass-kissers in their place.  

Donahue’s was down the street and popular with the hospital staff.  For Ethan, it was an airlock between the hospital and home.  A place to grieve losses or celebrate victories and leave the remnants of the workday behind.  

Ethan wasn’t a social person, but he liked to watch people.  He was exceptionally observant.  He found it fascinating what you could learn about a person when observing them “out in the real world.”  And over the years he had learned quite a bit about his colleagues watching from his barstool in the corner. 

He knew some of the interns would likely find their way to the local watering hole tonight.  No doubt receiving an invitation from the friendliest of residents, Dr. Delarosa.  His curiosity about this new batch outweighed the desire to go directly home and avoid any further annoyance.  And if he was being honest with himself, there was one intern in which he was quite intrigued.  When he passed through the atrium a little while ago, he overheard the new friend group discussing their plans for the evening.  She confirmed that she would be there tonight, thus confirming his decision to stop and get a drink before heading home.     

“Knock, knock,” Harper said as she rapped on the frame of the open door.  “Got a minute?”

“I was just getting ready to leave for the night,” Ethan said as he signed off on the last of his paperwork.  

“I won’t keep you long.  I just wanted to check in.  I know how much you look forward to this day each year,” she sassed him.  “So, what do you think of the new crop?” she asked moving to take the seat next to him at the table.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, pinched his eyes shut, and took a deep breath.  “They’re interns, Harper.  They are annoying as all hell.”  He started to rub the tension from his neck.  

“Here, let me help you with that,” she said seductively, brushing his hand aside to replace it with her own.    

“Harper, please,” he said sternly.  Gently he grabbed her wrist and moved her hand back to her lap.  

Ethan had been warding off her advances for a few weeks now.  He recognized the pattern and knew she wanted to be “on” again.  And truth be told, he was tired of the on/off situation. He respected her immensely, but was bored with her as a romantic partner.  The last time they were officially together, conversations rarely strayed away from work.  Sex was satisfying, but nothing mind-blowing.  The investment in whatever kind of relationship they attempted no longer worth the return.  Her becoming Chief was a convenient excuse to end things for good.  

Seemingly unphased by yet another polite rejection, she continued, “I heard the Internal Medicine floor had several emergencies and that the code team was spread pretty thin this afternoon.”   

“Yes, it was a busy day.  We had simultaneous code blues called this afternoon,” Ethan stated.  “Unfortunately, the patient that the code team was called to first didn’t make it.  However, the doctors who called the code for the other patient were thankfully able to pull her through.”

“Wow, it sounds like the interns on this floor got to see quite a bit of action today!”

“I suppose so.”

“So… did any of those interns stand out to you today?” she said secretly hoping that her niece was one of them.  “I also need to know if you scared any of them shitless and made them quit already.  We do have candidates on a waitlist praying for that to happen,” she laughed.    

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose.  He knew all she really cared about was Aurora’s performance today.  “Harper, I was just trying to make sure no one unnecessarily died today.  I wasn’t really giving any one of them too much thought,” he lied.  He had been giving one a lot of thought actually.  His recommendation for the intern program.  He had seen a lot of potential in her application and she hadn’t disappointed on her first day in action.  

“Come on, Ethan,” Harper nudged, “I know you well enough to know you were paying closer attention than that.  You're the reason we all stopped placing bets on interns.  You called it every time.  You have an uncanny ability to see those with the most, and least, potential.  I don’t know if it’s your keen diagnostic skills or a Spidey-sense…” she said, shaking her head with a laugh, “...but obviously my strategy of counting how many times an intern is caught crying in the supply closet is flawed.”  

Ethan gave her a polite laugh.  

“So, go on and tell me, who are you betting on this year?”  

“Fine,” he said exasperated, not wanting to play this game with her. “Based on my preliminary observations today, I would bet on Varma and Brooks.  From what I observed today, Dr. Varma has the ambition and drive to be successful here.  She's aggressive and has a tactless attitude, but she’s quite intelligent.  And she won’t be scared easily.”  

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56 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

#3

The Boyfriend Excuse

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 (sometime after the gala)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks)

Word count: 1.1K

Rating: Teen

Category:  Fluff

Warning: A curse word or two.

Prompt: Ethan’s reaction to MC saying “I have a boyfriend” when he tries to hug/kiss her or something because she’s way too hammered. (prompt courtesy of @mvalentine)

Sawyer had been at Donahue's since happy hour started.  The crew had all gathered there to celebrate Jackie's birthday.  Given the occasion and who they were celebrating, tequila shots appeared in front of her one after the other.   

Breaking into a sweat on the dance floor, Sawyer began to feel quite dizzy.  She weaved and wobbled her way to a stool at the bar.  Trying to regain equilibrium, she rested her elbows on the counter and buried her face into her hands. 

A few moments later, a very tan and handsome man wearing a navy colored Hawaiian print shirt sidled up next to her.  

"Hey there.  How are you doing?" he asked, running fingers through his side swept hair.  "Can I get you something, or maybe just take you home?"

"I'm fine, and no thank you," she replied politely, slowly lifting her head.  She avoided making eye contact with him and kept her eyes trained behind the bar.  She thought if she could get the bartender's attention and order two drinks that this guy would assume she wasn’t there alone. 

She just managed to ask the bartender for the drinks when a towering figure who smelled like a mix of citrus and ocean breeze stepped up to the bar on her other side.  

The men flanking her shared a gentlemanly nod of understanding. The taller of the two then leaned down and whispered near her ear. 

"You look like you’re ready to get out of here.  Do you want to come home with me tonight? Or should I take you back to your place?"

"Um, would you excuse me please?” As quickly as she could without falling over, Sawyer jumped up from the stool and started to walk away from the bar.

“Where are you going?” asked the man who had approached her first.

She whipped her head around in his direction, the quick movement making her feel like she was once again spinning in a teacup.  

“I need to use the restroom.”  

After locking the door, she propped herself against the sink for stability and pulled her phone from the back pocket of her jeans.  She opened her most recent text exchange and began typing.

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70 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#2

You Look Very...

Book: Open Heart, Book 1

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks)

Word count: 1.2K

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Warning: A curse word or two.

Prompt/Summary:  Sawyer shows up at Ethan’s place unannounced and neither is prepared for what they see when he opens the door.  This takes place after Miami but before the opera.

A/N:  Inspired by the “dresses” ask from my beautiful friend @peonierose.

As she scooted out of the car, Sawyer promised, “I'll only be a few minutes."

"Not a problem, babe," her companion assured, already scrolling through their phone to keep busy while they waited.  

Sawyer grasped her clutch and a file folder in one hand, the other picking up the bottom of her dress to keep it from getting snagged as she climbed the steps to the entrance of the building.

Without thinking, Sawyer buzzed herself in with a code that had previously been shared with her.  

"Good evening, Miss Sawyer," the security guard greeted.  "Don't you look lovely tonight."  

"Why thank you, Mike," she beamed while making her way to the elevator bay.  As she stood waiting for one, "Having a good night so far?"  

"Can't complain."  And with the ding of an available lift, "I hope you and Dr. Ramsey have a pleasant evening.” 

"Thanks, but I'm actually not staying long tonight.  Just dropping something off."  She twisted the file in the air for him to see just as the elevator doors closed on their conversation.  

After being whisked to the top floor, Sawyer walked to the door labeled 8A at the end of the hall and knocked.  One hard knock, followed by two quick softer ones.  

Just a few minutes prior, a frustrated Ethan shoved his laptop to the side. Having reviewed his fifth sepsis case study that day with no new insights, he threw his head to the back of the couch and ran his hands down his exhausted face.  Closing his eyes, he willed himself to think of anything else but his dying mentor.  

With some luck, his brain cooperated.  Behind his eyelids, he had been transported to a warmer climate, where salt air tickled his nostrils, and ocean breeze cooled his heated skin.  Where he sat in a similar position with the most pleasant weight straddling his lap.  His hand was held in place with the most melodic rhythm beating beneath the heel of his palm…

THUMP.  Thump, thump.

The familiar pattern of knocks at his door jarred him back to reality.  He knew in an instant who stood on the other side, and without further thought he swiftly crossed the room to answer.

As the door gently swung open, “Sawyer?  Is something wrong? Is it Na-” he paused, suddenly distracted by her appearance. “Naveen?”

“Oh, no, he’s uh…” she muttered, momentarily losing her focus.  “He-he’s fine. Stable and all settled in for the night.”

Initial worry set aside, they each took a moment to appreciate the sight in front of them.  

Sawyer sucked in and held the breath that had just escaped from between Ethan’s lips.  

He stood barefoot before her.  The only article of clothing on his body, soft cotton pajama pants, accentuated his V-cut abs. Blues followed greens as they traced the defining lines of his bare pectoral, trapezius and deltoid muscles, ending on the patch of dark hair just below his navel.  

Ethan’s abs involuntarily constricted.  A muscle memory triggered by her stare, one he had caught before through a slightly fogged mirror.

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78 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Allergic to You

Book: Open Heart, Book 1

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks)

Word count: 2.3K

Rating: Teen

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warning: A couple curse words

Prompt/Summary: Does your MC have any severe allergies? Do you have any headcanons for their LI's? 

A/N 1:  THANK YOU to the anon who sent the ask that inspired me to write my first hurt/comfort fic.  It’s my most favorite trope and I’ve been wanting to take a stab at it. I hope you like it!     

A/N 2: This is set a few weeks after Miami.  Also, I’m not a medical expert. If it’s not medically accurate, just go with it.  

“It’s definitely an ear infection.  I’ll write you a script for some Bactrim.” 

“Thank you, Ines,” Sawyer said as she stepped down from the exam table.  

“We still have some time before rounds this morning.  Why don’t you run this down to the pharmacy right now?  The sooner you start the antibiotics, the sooner you’ll start to feel better.”

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“Dr. Emery, your treatment plan?” asked Dr. Ramsey.

“Pain relievers and a muscle relaxant to promote sleep.  We’ll also recommend physical therapy.”

An “ahem” could be heard from the back of the room.  

Ethan’s eyes continued to scan the chart in his hands. “Something to add Dr. Brooks?”  He didn’t have to look up to know it came from her.   

“Sorry, no, I apologize.  I was just clearing my throat,” she said with an unexpected hoarseness in her voice.

Aurora rolled her eyes as Ethan suggested they move on to the next patient.

The group proceeded to the next room.  As Landry presented the case, Sawyer felt a coughing fit coming on.  She tried hard to suppress it but it had become too difficult to contain. She coughed repeatedly into her elbow but found no relief.  Not wanting to cause further disruption, she gestured to Ines that she was going to step out. 

With every step down the hall Sawyer felt her heart pound a little harder.  The relentless coughing made her lightheaded.  She reached the abandoned nurse’s station and with trembling hands she clumsily dispensed water into a paper cup.  As she attempted to take a sip she choked, her throat so tight she was unable to swallow. 

Panic started to set in as each inhalation grew more difficult.  She looked both directions down the hall for help as she felt increasingly faint.

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After answering a last-minute question from the patient’s nurse, Ethan exited the room to catch up with the interns.  As he stepped into the hall something odd caught his attention. Several yards away, a foot with a familiar shoe haphazardly stuck out from behind the nurse’s desk. 

Immediately sensing something amiss, he rushed over.  

“Sawyer!” he called as he threw the chart he held to the ground and rushed to her side.  She was slumped on the floor, head and shoulders barely propped up against a cabinet door.  She was gasping for breath, skin clammy, lips turning blue.   

“Sawyer? What’s wrong?” he implored, checking her pulse and yanking the stethoscope from his neck. 

She couldn’t speak, but terror-filled eyes met his with a desperate plea for help.   

Ethan listened to her chest.  Her breaths were fast and shallow.  Her breathing severely restricted.

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102 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

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