#IM SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS

[peacefxlmyko]

Family business

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x mom!Reader, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x wife!Reader, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x platonic!Reader

Ask: "I had an idea for Top Gun, the reader was “Goose”'s wife and Bradley's mother, she is in the Navy and trains the squadron for the mission with Maverick. When Maverick and his son's plane are about to be shot down instead of Jake saving them, she is the one who saves them. Cute ending if possible" by @motherofdragons1998

Tags: Fluff, Angst, obviously Top Gun Maverick spoilers, hints to Hangster 👀, Reader is a widow, Use of Y/N, Reader's callsign is Shadow

Notes: I am SO nervous to post this omfg. This is the first thing I ever wrote based off an ask and I hope I did everything right with it lmao. This is also the longest piece I have ever written. I am not 100% happy with it, but I did my best and I hope ya'll like it! Apologies for any Grammar or in general writing mistakes, English isn't my first language. I am also open for more requests/asks!

Words: 2500+

Story under the cut! ✂️

Getting the call to return to Top Gun after years definitely wasn't something you expected. And finding out that you had to train the best pilots in the world for a suicide mission didn't make your anxiety any better.

After you arrived at the Academy, you were met with Beau “Cyclone” Simpson and Solomon “Warlock” Bates and they introduced you to the Mission.

“Captain Y/N “Shadow” Bradshaw." Cyclone began. “I'm Admiral Beau Simpson and this is Admiral Solomon Bates.”

“Pleasure to meet you, sir.” You replied.

“I hope it's no problem we will be introducing you to the Mission without the other instructor.”

“Other.. instructor, sir?”, your eyes narrowed a little in confusion.

"Yes, you will be teaching the class with another instructor.” Your curiosity was sparked, but you didn't get to ask anything else as they started explaining the Mission.

“The target is an unsanctioned uranium enrichment plant built in violation of a multilateral NATO treaty. The uranium produced there represents a direct threat to our allies in the region.” Warlock started to explain.

After the explanation it as your turn to explain your view on the mission. Then, they revealed who the pilots tasked with the mission were. “We've recalled 12 TOPGUN graduates from their squadrons. We want you to narrow-”

As soon as you turned to the monitor your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught in your throat. Bradley.

“Is there a problem, Captain?”

“I just.. didn't expect to see my son there, sir.” You muttered, still a bit in disbelief.

“Bradley Bradshaw, aka Rooster. I understand his father was also a pilot? What was his callsign again?”

Ouch. “It was Goose, sir.”

“Tragic what happened.”

Daggers. With every word daggers were being stabbed in your heart. Not one day went by without you missing Nick. Your husband. The father of your son. The love of your life.

After the briefing, you headed to a nearby bar to try and gather your thoughts. As you walked into the bar, you suddenly saw a familiar figure sitting there. No, two. Two familiar faces.

“Pete?”

The man turned around with a stunned look on his face.

“Y/N?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” You walked closer to him, a smile forming on my face.

“I could ask you the same.”

“He pissed off another admiral.” Penny commented and you cracked a smile. “It's nice to see you again, Penny” You smiled and sat down next to Pete.

“Don't tell me you're going to-”

“Teach a mission here?” You completed his sentence.

“So you are the other instructor! They wouldn't even tell me!” Mav chuckled at your complaint and shook his head a little.

You heard some noises at the other side of the bar and glanced over at the pool tables. There were pilots gathered and you recognised them as the graduates that had been recalled for the mission.

A few more people joined the bar. It didn't even take you two seconds to recognise your son. Hawaii shirt, sunglasses on his nose, that damn mustache like Nick had. Bradley was the spitting image of his father. You also heard someone call out “Bradshaw! Is that you?”

You didn't want to admit it, but sometimes it hurt a little. The way Nick would have been so proud of him hurt. And knowing that you were the reason his papers were held back because you didn't want him to have the same fate as Goose.

As soon as Pete recognised Bradley he quickly turned away, as if to hide from him. “Mav, you don't have to hi-”

“I cost him years of his career.”

“I know, but that was because I wanted it that way. You did it for me, because of Goose. Don't you think it's time he finds out it was me?”

“No, god no. It'll be fine, just.. let it be.”

You sighed and turned back to your drink, taking a few sips.

“How about ringing me up before the evening rush?” Maverick suddenly said to Penny and stood up. You glanced over at Bradley, watching him with his fellow aviators. Hasn't even noticed his own mother yet. You chuckled a little to yourself.

“It's been declined.”

You snapped out of your thoughts when Penny said that to Pete and laid his credit card on the table in front of him. You curiously watched and tried to hide your amused grin.

“You're kidding.”

Soon enough, Pete was getting carried out by three pilots and you watched, not even hiding your amusement.

Then, you heard a few tones coming from the piano and your heart dropped.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain. Too much love drives a man insane.”

Rooster was playing and singing “Great balls of fire”. The same song Nick loved performing, a little out of key but it was still always the most perfect thing to you. You stared at him in disbelief, his back turned to you. Other pilots were standing next to him, singing along. The whole Bar was watching him. Your little boy.

After he was finished you watched him perform a little funny dance as the bar kept chanting “Rooster! Rooster!”. God, when did he grow up so much?

You stood up and slowly made your way towards him.

“I assumed you would at least let your Mother know when you're on a new Mission?”

You could see the way his heart dropped and he looked like a toddler being caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Mom?” He slowly turned around to you, you had an amused grin on your face.

“This is how I find out you're back at TOPGUN?” You grinned. You could hear his friends letting out laughs and a few comments in the background. “I- uh—”

“Oh, shut up and give your mother a hug.”

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The next day, all the pilots sat together in a hanger, ready to be taught about the mission. Admiral Bates was standing in front of them all, ready to explain.

“Your instructors are TOPGUN graduates with real world experience in every mission aspect you'll be expected to master and they are considered some of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. I give you Captain Pete Mitchell, callsign Maverick and Captain Y/N Bradshaw, callsign Shadow.”

Maverick and you walked in together, walking up to the lectern where Warlock stood at first. The pilots turned to look at you both and you could see their faces drop as some of them realized they kicked out their instructor last night.

You shot Bradley a quick small smile, meanwhile he gave Maverick a look that could kill.

You both started to talk to the class, Mav doing the most talking. After some briefing, you all got your Jets ready and then took off into the sky for some training and to show what they are able to do.

The next few days were spent preparing and training, trying to get them ready.

But once during some briefing in a classroom, a fight broke out. Hangman had made a comment about Goose and it set Rooster off, almost going for his throat but you all managed to keep them apart. Maverick dismissed them all for the day.

Bradley went back to the base to calm down, Maverick went to meet Iceman and you.. Well, you drove to the Hard Deck and sat down at the Beach there. The whole time you were lost in thoughts. Was he ready for this? Was I ready for this? Was anybody ready for this mission?

“Oh Nick..” You started to tear up. “I don't want to send Bradley out there. He's not ready. No one is! I-I can't risk losing him too! I.. I just can't lose my son too… He's my little boy.. Our little boy.. When did he grow up so much…? I need you here.. god.. I wish you were here..”

Even though he wasn't here anymore, you knew Goose was still watching over you and listening whenever he could.

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It felt like the time until the mission flew by. It almost felt like a blur, as if it wasn't real. And burying one of your life-long friends made it even worse. Iceman could finally rest, but it was still incredibly painful. Seeing Maverick grief him made it even worse.

But in a blink of an eye, you were all on a ship in the middle of the Ocean, about to choose which Daggers would fly. You were going to stay back as Backup and Mav was going to fly with them.

You knew he was going to choose him as his wingman, but you secretly begged it wasn't true. You wished it would be Hangman, but it was going to be your son.

“Choose your two Foxtrot teams.” Cyclone said.

“Payback and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob.” You both had decided these teams together, but the Wingman was Mav's own choice.

“And your Wingman?”

After a moment of anticipation, he finally said…

“Rooster.”

There it was. Your son was flying the suicide mission. And all you could do was listen through the comms and pray.

Everyone went on Deck and walked to their Jets. As you stood by your Jet, you looked over at Rooster and noticed him talking to Hangman. You had noticed throughout the whole preparation there seemed to be some tension and.. closeness between them. There was at least something.

You turned back to your Jet, climbing inside in case they needed Backup during the mission.

As the mission began and the teams flew away, your heart was pounding. With every minute you felt your anxiety increasing, scared for the safety of your son and also your friend.

You listened closely through the comms, listening to everything…..

“Bull's-eye! Bull's-eye! Bull's-eye!"

Yes! God, yes! They did it!

But now it was time to get back alive…

The rest of the mission was a pure air fight, raw dogfighting. They just needed to make it out alive. Please.

But to your worst fear the enemy planes were focused on Rooster.

“Dagger Two defending. Shit, I'm out of flares!”

“Rooster, evade, evade!” You heard his uncle shout.

“I can't shake ‘em! They're on me! They're on me!”

You didn't know what was happening., you weren't there. You didn't see it. All You could do was listen. Listen and wait. It felt awful not being able to do anything.

There was a moment of silence, only the heavy breathing from the pilots.

“Mav! No!”

“Dagger One is hit! I repeat, Dagger One is hit! Maverick is down!”

Your breath caught in your throat. Mav was hit.

“Dagger One, Status. Status! Anyone see him? Did anyone see him?! Dagger One, come in!” You heard the panic in Rooster's voice.

“I didn't see a parachute.”

Shit.

“We have to circle back!”

You felt your heart pumping, this was all so much. You knew this was a difficult mission, hell, a suicide mission but you still hoped this wouldn't happen!

“All Daggers flow to ECP. You have bandits headed for you.”

“What about Maverick?!” There was a strain in Bradley's voice.

“Dagger Square request permission to launch and fly air cover.” You suddenly spoke up. You had to help. You needed to help.

“Negative, spare.”

Shit!

“Dagger, you are not to engage. Repeat, do not engage.”

“Dagger Two, return to carrier. Acknowledge.”

Bradley, please. Come home safe.

You also wanted to save Maverick, but not with Bandits in the air.

The silence was killing you.

“Rooster, those bandits are closing. We can't go back.” You heard Phoenix say. “Rooster, he's gone.”

It hurt, but Bob was probably right. He was gone. He was with Goose. “Maverick's gone.”

Maverick had sacrificed himself for Rooster. Your best friend had sacrificed himself for your son….

Your heart began to pound as you realized Bradley was flying back. He wanted to save Mav. You wanted to scream at him to get his ass back to the ship, but you couldn't. He wouldn't even listen.

The not knowing was killing you. Not being able to do anything. Being stuck on the ship while your son was out there fighting for his life.

After minutes that felt like hours you heard the words you only wished to hear in your darkest nightmares.

“Dagger Two is hit.”

Rooster was hit.

You could barely hold it together anymore. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, but you had to hold it in.

“Dagger Two, come in. Dagger Two, do you copy? Dagger Two, come in.”

You were horrified. You might have just lost your only child and your best friend. Now you were alone.

One Minute turned into two. Two into five. Five into ten. Nothing. No reply, no sign of life.

You had no idea what the hell was going on in the tower, they weren't talking to you. Not one word. Was there a trace of the two? Were they still alive? You didn't know and it was one of the worst things you've ever felt.

After what felt like an eternity, you were finally given permission to launch and fly to their rescue after they had detected Rooster's ESAT.

Soon you saw them, they were involved in an air fight and obviously losing. You managed to bring your jet behind the enemy's plane without bringing any attention to yourself. That was the way you got your callsign. You were a Shadow, you could easily follow any planes without being noticed.

Just as they were about to shoot down Maverick and Rooster, you fired a shot and hit the bandit. The bandit was down and they were save. They were finally save and back with you.

You flew right through the smoke towards the F-14, you had never been happier to see a jet.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking.”

There was a grin on your face, you had never been so glad.

“Hey, mom, you look good.”

“I am good, Bradley. I'm very good.”

“I'll see you back on Deck.” You flew back and were the first to land. You got out of the Jet and watched everybody put up a net to catch the F-14.

Once they were back on deck you didn't hesitate one second to run towards them. “Bradley!” You shouted.

Everybody came running towards them, cheering and congratulating them.

Maverick got out and first went to Hondo, while Bradley came running towards you.

“Oh, my boy, I thought I lost you. I thought you were gone.” You sobbed and took him into your arms.

“You're not getting rid of me easily, Mom.” He laughed and hugged you tightly, not letting you go for a while. “You're a hero, Bradley. I'm so so proud of you. Your- your dad would be so proud, god-” You teared up.

“I know Mom, I know.”

You parted from him so he could celebrate with the others. The other Daggers immediately came to him.

Once again you could swear there were looks between Jake and Rooster, but you didn't mention anything.

“Captain Mitchell! Captain Mitchell!” You then saw Bradley approach Pete. Without hesitating, Maverick pulled him into a hug. A hug that meant the World.

“Thank you for saving my life.”

“It's what my dad would've done.”

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Days after the mission the whole Dagger Squad was sitting in the Hard Deck together, having drinks and cracking jokes. Bradley, of course, sat down at the piano and sang once again. The whole Bar chimed in and sang “Great balls of fire” with him.

“Oh! You're fine, so kindGot to tell this world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine!”

You could have sworn he took a glance towards Jake during that line.

[quick-catton]

happy valentine's day! 🩷✨

[bilberry-jam]

One of my poems as promised :) it's titled "unsettled wandering" :D

(I'm a big fan of leaving my poems up to interpretation but to me this is about self isolation and the urge to wander off into the countryside when I get overwhelmed by life)

[criesbc1d]

Black Mamba

“Payne! Their’s a woman here to see ya!”

Liam grabs a towel. Walks out of the ring, wiping himself off. In the office is where I am sitting. He opens the door and a small smile creeps up on his lips.

“Hello love, long time no see.”

“Hello Mr Payne, it’s been about five years or so since we’ve last seen each other.”

“Has it been that long?” His eyebrows raise, thinking into it. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been alright. Just here for an interview.”

“is that so? Not here for yourself then?”

“Afraid not Mr. Payne. Strictly business.”

“That’s a shame. Would’ve liked to catch up with you.”

I smiled at him. Five years was quite some time in-between two lovers. Interview was short and sweet. Straight to the point. I was listening to every word that slipped through his lips. Oh, how I had missed those kissing my body. His hands caressing my skin. So tender, so gentle, so kind.

I shake my head and smile to myself. I knew this would happen when I walked through that door. The temptation eating at me.

“I really missed that sly smile of yours.” Liam says softly. “One of the bet things to see in the morning.”

“You remember?”

“It’s never left my mind. We were electric.”

I smile at him. Both of us sitting across from each other, studying the other in silence. A comfortable silence I had since forgotten.

I take a deep breath. “Is this interview to your liking Mr. Payne? Do I have everything in order as you please?”

He reads over what I have written down. Nodding in agreement. “I’d expect nothing less from you love.”

“Thank you, sir. I must get going. I have other paperwork to do.” I say, putting my pen and paper in my bag, standing up and pushing my chair in. “It was really nice to see you.”

He smiles at me, leaning back on his chair. “You were always straight to the point, I admire that about you.”

“Thank you Mr. Payne. Must get going now.” I smile nd open the door to leave the office.

“Say, maybe we grab a drink tonight or sometime this week, catch up?”

“I’m free Wednesday night. Eight pm sharp.” I wink at him as I close the door behind me, walking out to my car. Smiling and biting my lip as I drive off.

Arriving back at the office, it was hard for me to stop smiling. Especially when I was writing the interview for the paper. I print it off and lay it on my boss’ desk. He looks it over, eyebrows raised, slightly impressed. “That was fast, kid. Good work.”

I smile and thank him, heading back to my desk. I finish a couple more stories up for the upcoming days.

Leaving work, I stopped and grabbed some food on the way home.

Eating then showering, it was time for bed. My smile never leaving my lips as I drift off to sleep.

****

Wednesday arrives. I am up bright and early. Make myself coffee and some breakfast. Get dressed and off I go to work. Having dates here and there the last few years hasn’t made me this excited. Maybe I really had missed him.

Thoughts of our ecstasy ran through my mind all day. How I managed to get two more stories written out for the paper is beyond me. I had been in dreamland all day. The day went relatively fast since I was somewhere else. I leave work early to pay a few bills before heading home. Stopping at one of my favorite boutique shops. Finding a dress for tonight. A dark blue velvet, hanging off my shoulders, stopping just above my knees. Showing some cleavage and a necklace my mother got me when I last visited. I head back to my place, showering and putting on a simple face. Dressing in the new dress and some black heels. He’ll be here any minute.

I hear a knock on my door. I double check myself before opening it. He looks me up and down. A smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. “You look dashing, darling.”

I blush slightly, grabbing my clutch as he leads me to the elevator. Stepping inside, his arm wrapping around behind me. Keeping his hand at the small of my back as we leave the elevator and out the door to his vehicle. He opens the door for me, getting in on the other side.

“Where to Mr. Payne?”

“The Valley on Broadway Street, Phil. Thank you.”

The driver nods, checking traffic and driving us off. We sit silently in the back. Sharing glances at each other. It felt good to be with him again.

Arriving at the restaurant, Liam gets out and opens the door for me, grabbing my hand to help me out of the car. His hand on the small of my back again as he checks in his reservation.

“Inside or outside?”

“Hm? Oh, outside is fine.” I smile, people watching. The waiter leads us to the rooftop where there wasn’t very many tables.

It was quiet on top. Only the sound of the roaring street below us. It was a beautiful night to fall in love again.

The waiter brings us menus and a bottle of wine. “I got you your favorite.” Liam smiles at me. I look at the label for it to say Pinot Grigio. I smile as I hold my glass for him to pour it for me.

“Thank you Li. I thought we were only doing drinks tonight?”

“It’s been quite some time since I’ve heard anyone call me that. I missed the way it slips off your lips. I might add, you are not dressed for just drinks are you?” He smirks at me, making me blush again.

“I suppose I am not. I just wanted to look good tonight.” I sip my wine. Humming at how good it is.

“You look good no matter what you wear. I prefer you naked, honestly.” I giggle at his remark, remembering how complimentary he’s always been to me.

“How has life been to you since we’ve last spoke?” I ask.

“It was rough for awhile after you left, you know? I understand the bigger picture now but it still stung. Been training and winning matches mostly. I had to put my emotions into something useful.” He looks at me. “I forgave you for leaving when you did. Took me a bit but I did. I just wish you had talked to me about it before disappearing.”

I hold his hand in mine, looking right into his eyes. “I did what I had to do to protect you. There was a lot of money sitting on our shoulders. It was either me or you at the time. I’m sorry for leaving without saying goodbye but it was for the best.”

“Like I said, I understand now.” He kisses the top of my hand in reassurance that his words are genuine. “That’s in the past now. Right now, I want this to be about us rekindling - even if it’s just for a night.”

I stare at him as we order some food, having another glass of wine together. Chatting about our daily lives now. Him telling me about his boxing matches, winning and losing some. Me telling him about the office life and how difficult it is to get a good story sometimes. Both of us genuinely interested in each other. Our food arrives. We eat quietly. Opening another bottle of wine. Giggling and small talk between us. Time went by slowly. Enjoying each others company. I haven’t felt this relaxed in quite some time. I could feel myself getting tipsy. He smiles at me, helping me up, paying for the meal. And tipping the waiter. He helps me to the car, opening the door for me again. Getting in on the other side. His arm wrapping over my shoulders. His other hand on my leg, exploring my dress. Whispering how good my dress feels under his fingertips.

Arriving back at my place, he helps me out and onto the elevator. I lean into him, taking in his cologne. He kisses the top of my he’d as. He leads me to my door.

“Are you coming in?” I ask softly.

“This is where I’m leaving you.” He smiles. I look at him almost confused. He chuckles at me. “I don’t want to lose you again. So let’s take this slow, yeah?”

I smile up at him. He cups my cheek with one hand, kissing me deeply. I can feel our electricity sparking again. Like it never left us. I lean into him, the kiss making me weak. He pulls away slowly and smiles at me. “Until next time my love, I promise.”

I hum softly, stepping into my place, closing the door behind me. I get undressed, starting the coffee machine for the morning, crawling into bed. “Until next time.” I whisper to myself, smiling as I fall asleep.

[mayonezroulette]

Here's some of the characters I made for the game idea I have!!! ((I made a poll to see if people were more interested in an Old Man Yaoi simulator or an Old Folk Romance simulator that you can still go vote on for the next 3ish days! 6/21/24)) I'm still debating if I want to make 3D models of them or just make it a 2D pixel art game. So have 4 of the turnarounds for if I make 3D models and one of the pixel portraits I've been working on. (From Left to Right going from Top to Bottom) Lukas Peterson ((Pixel Portrait and then Turnaround)), Sawyer Ainsworth, Harlow, and Whitley Gardner. (((Can you tell what old men from media that I like. I feel so transparent right now lol)))

[kcthekoolcid]

A Night Worth Forgetting

warnings: hostage situation, knife, blood, mention of murder

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Her head slammed against the floor, all the nerves on her nose causing her eyes to tear up. She grimaced, biting her tongue back before she could even show any sign of pain.

Her hair was tugged back with that sick laugh causing her throat to close.

"You're making this too fun for me, Vee."

The shrill of the voice caused her stomach to turn. She tried to use her arms to push herself up, but her head was pushed back down to the ground.

Her cheek was now pressed against the concrete floor and she caught a glimpse of the maniac.

Black, soulless, eyes stared back at her. Vengeance. Anger. Despise.

That's all she could see. Like if she was staring at her own death.

"Don't you see, Vee? This was all a part of your game. And I just won."

There were other voices around them. She wanted to call out for them, plead for her life to be saved. Even so she couldn't let herself go down that low. No matter how much she felt her body ache in despair, she felt no fear. No dread as she was faced with her own doom.

No. She felt rage. The same kind of resenment that had been bubbling up for almost a decade now.

"Please, Racheal! Let her go!" A male voice became coherent in her head. She was pulled up again by her hair, forced to make eye contact with the man in front of them.

He was tied down from his wrists and ankles to the floor. He wasn't the only one either, all ten of them watched as she was beaten and tortured. All they could do is watch hopelessly and cry out to Vee.

The other laughed, witnessing it all unfold as she did her damage.

"Look, Vee. Your big brother wants to come save you."

It made her blood run cold with how malicious the other sounded. Cackling like if the world was really on fire.

For Vee, it basically was.

"Now, why don't we tell them why we're really here."

That made her skin jump. She tried to push herself up again, but the other placed even more weight. She only kept laughing at Vee's failed attempts.

"What? That's where you draw the line? Good. I want them all to see who you really are, Raven Evans." The girl stood up, pulling Vee as well.

She stumbled on her feet, looking back at her friends. There was fear written on all of their faces as she was forced to kneel now.

"Vee. I think it's time you tell them the full story." Racheal cooed.

She felt something cold and sharp on her neck. She didn't need to look to know what it was. And she wasn't stupid to move away from it either.

The gulp she let out was enough to tell her thst any slight struggle could cause her to lose her life. So all she did was close her eyes and accept defeat. Defeat for the secret she fought so hard to keep.

The secret she fought so hard to keep them all safe.

"Let's tell them about the night you killed me."

[jesterjamboree]

Wisdom, Wisdom Where can I get some? (3814 words) by JesterJamboree Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Moon/Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), Original Characters, Reader Additional Tags: Nonbinary Character, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Childhood Friends, Best Friends, Horror, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Reader-Insert, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Slow Burn, Comedy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Furbies, first fic, nonbinary reader, this is my first fic im doing my best to make it fun, Mina is based off of my real life best friend, Sun and Moon are the Same Animatronic (Five Nights At Freddy's) Summary:

It’s you and your best friend against the world. You have each other and your cats living together in a small condo. The only downfall is that you like to explore abandoned places and take home things that have long been forgotten. Your roommate and best friend hates this quality in you, but she will always bend her rules if it means it can bring you some brief happiness to fix something broken.

Unfortunately what you bring home this time…is a little more than just a small trinket. If the robot in your home doesn’t kill you, your friend is definitely going to.

(This is deadass a comfort fic I made while really going through it with my best friend. It was meant to just be a silly self insert, but I wanted to make it so others could enjoy it too if they wanted. It’s my first time writing a fic instead of reading ‘em. Hope you like it.)

[takoyamaaa]

hi i drew the he

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[maskedinfinate]

Woe, mermay moonlily be upon ye!!!

This was heavily inspired by @yamujiburo and their own mermay art!! (sorry for the @ :[ !!!) please check out their art if you havent!! They are SUPER COOL!!!!!!!!!! :D

[porrigens]

pegoryu valentine :3

[amoebeau]

things that have been accumulated these past few weeks

[rapidhighway]

HI, i'm just gonna drop this in your lap and run actually, a future AU

Part 2

[chinchilla-clown]

hi dca fandom i make an offering after lurking for years what if one-sided crush but its not dca thats crushing hard

[hinamie]

色彩 [Shikisai]

[torchvic]

that one ship dynamic but with levi and mc

(credit to @litriu! here is the original post (lmk if the link doesnt work pls))