#✦ … AND THAT’S HOW BABIES ARE BORN! ✦ 「 answered 」

[lazysoulwriter]

Lost In The Waves - Rafe Cameron.

our cute baby okay..

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the Outer Banks shoreline. The sky was painted in soft shades of pink and orange, blending into the endless blue of the ocean. The waves rolled in steadily, the salty air mixing with the lingering heat of the day.

Rafe Cameron sat comfortably on the hood of his truck, a joint burning slowly between his fingers. He had been here for a while now, watching the water, but mostly—watching you.

You were new to OBX, and while you had already found a place among the Pogues, there was something about you that felt different. Maybe it was the way you carried yourself, like you belonged to the ocean itself, or maybe it was the way you never seemed to care about the lines drawn between Kooks and Pogues. You did what you wanted.

And right now, you were out there, riding the waves like you were born to do it.

Rafe wasn’t even sure how long he had been watching, but it was long enough for his joint to burn down, long enough for his heart to pick up speed every time you glided across the water with ease.

You looked like a mermaid, hair damp, skin glowing under the fading sunlight, moving with the water as if it had chosen you.

He swore under his breath. You're too pretty for your own good.

But he stayed put, waiting for you to finally get out of the water.

When you finally made your way to the shore, you were breathless, cheeks flushed from the salt and wind. The rush of the waves still tingled in your veins as you pushed your wet hair back, wiping at the water droplets on your face. The beach was quiet, most people already gone for the day, except for—

Your eyes landed on him.

Rafe Cameron.

Leaning against his truck, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with something unreadable in his expression. You blinked, caught off guard.

Rafe never really paid much attention to you—at least, not in a way that made sense. You had spent time with Sarah, with Kie and the Pogues, and yet, Rafe had always kept his distance, looking at you from across rooms, from the other side of the beach, like he wasn’t sure what to do with you.

But now, he was there, right in front of you, waiting.

You grabbed your board, shaking off some water before walking toward your towel, your heart hammering as his gaze never wavered.

He only moved when you got close enough, flicking the end of his joint into the sand before standing up straight.

“Didn’t know you surfed,” he said, voice smooth, casual, but his eyes gave him away—something softer lingering in them.

You shrugged, grabbing your towel and squeezing water out of your hair. “You don’t know a lot about me.”

Rafe huffed a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess not.” His lips curled into a smirk. “But I know you look good out there.”

You blinked, pausing mid-motion, not expecting that. Your eyes flickered up to his, searching for any hint of teasing, but he was just standing there, looking at you like he meant it.

Heat crept up your neck. “Thanks.”

“Been here for months, and this is the first time I’ve seen you surf,” he mused, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Where you been hiding?”

You chuckled, sitting down on your towel, stretching out your legs. “Not hiding. Just… never felt like showing off.”

Rafe raised a brow. “That wasn’t showing off?”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a smile pulling at your lips. “What are you doing here, Rafe?”

His smirk softened a little, and instead of answering, he crouched down in front of you, close enough for you to smell the weed on his skin, the salt still clinging to his hair. He reached out, fingers brushing a stray, damp strand of hair from your cheek, tucking it behind your ear.

You froze.

He didn’t move away, his fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary, eyes flickering over your face before settling on your lips.

“You hungry?” he asked, like this was normal, like he didn’t just catch you completely off guard.

You swallowed. “What?”

He smirked. “Hungry. You know, food? Dinner?”

Your stomach flipped. “Are you asking me out?”

Rafe shrugged, but there was something playful in the way he did it. “Yeah, guess I am.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “And if I say no?”

He leaned in slightly, just enough to make your breath catch. “Then I’d say you’d be missing out.”

Your heart thumped hard in your chest.

The thing about Rafe was—he was intense. Even now, when he was being soft, there was something magnetic about him, something that made it hard to look away.

Maybe that’s why you found yourself nodding, even though you hadn’t planned on spending your night with him.

He grinned, pushing himself up. “Cool. Dry off. I’ll wait.”

You hadn’t expected Rafe Cameron to take you on a real date.

You thought maybe he’d take you to grab fast food, something quick and easy. But instead, he drove you to a small, quiet seafood spot by the docks, one you had never been to before. It wasn’t fancy, but it was nice, with string lights hanging over the outdoor seating and the sound of the waves in the distance.

The two of you sat outside, and for the first time since you had met him, Rafe wasn’t just the guy everyone talked about. He wasn’t Sarah’s troubled brother or the Kook prince who got into fights for fun. He was just Rafe.

And you liked him.

You liked the way he actually listened when you spoke, the way he smirked when you called him out on his bullshit, the way he stole fries from your plate like he had every right to.

By the time he walked you back to his truck, you felt lighter, buzzing from more than just the food.

He leaned against the door, watching you. “So, what’s the verdict?”

You raised a brow. “On?”

“Me.” His lips twitched. “Was it a mistake saying yes?”

You took a step closer, tilting your head. “Not yet.”

He chuckled, his fingers reaching for yours, brushing over your knuckles before he curled them around your hand.

The night air felt warmer suddenly.

“Good,” he murmured. “’Cause I was thinking about kissing you.”

Your breath caught, but you didn’t move away.

So he took that as permission.

Rafe’s free hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to his as he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours before pressing fully, slow and soft, like he had all the time in the world.

And maybe he did.

Because when he pulled back, he just smirked, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Yeah,” he said, voice low, smug. “Definitely would’ve been a mistake saying no.”

And you didn’t have a single argument against that.

[kick-a-long]

Let’s talk about the utility of rebranding and recycling old ideas with new terms but different justifications.

The predecessor of antisemitism was Judea haas. Jew hate. It was bigotry based on religious and supernatural justification. Jews have magical powers granted to them by the devil because they killed Jesus. While the Roman’s were retroactively and for all time forgiven for directly and intentionally killing the Christian god. Jews on the other hand were condemned as responsible and powerfully demonic for all generations going forward, guilty at the moment of their conception. A baby Jew is as responsible for killing Jesus and disobeying Mohammad as a Jew who didn’t stop the crucifixion.

When Hitler wanted to blame the Jews for Germany losing WW1 (as specious and wrong as blaming all jews for all eternity of killing Christ rather than the Roman’s with the nails, spears, armies and whips) he couldn’t use religion or witchcraft to blame Jews because he lived in an age of science. Peer review was the best way to prove things, thus the science of why Jews are the root of all evil, genetically and scientifically, aka “antisemitism” was the most popular term. Eugenics and race science are just the non Jewish specific terms but they are the same. And people jumped at the chance to hate Jews but now with a modern explanation. Because antisemitism is an answer, “all problems are the Jews fault!” In search of a justification.

Now that political and sociological terms are the hot new thing we have the term antizionism. Antizionists will argue that the 9 month old baby, or the twelve year old Jewish girl in France, or the Jewish woman from around the world attending a music festival on the wrong patch of dirt all deserved it for the sociological/economic/political reasons. that Jews are born evil and that evil carries forward from their conception by their associations with a war against Jews that they just heard about and refuse to know more. No one wants to admit is a war on Jews because to side with racists don’t look good. I mean Hamas, hezbolloah, Houthis and Iran openly state it’s a war against Jews, but because racial bigotry (bigotry based on a person’s genetics and ethnicity) is unpopular…

…we get the rebrand of antisemitism, which was the rebrand of Judea haas, which itself was a rebrand of Jew hate from the witch trials and stretched all the way into the ancient Roman and Egyptian hated of Jews, which was socio-political ironically.

So no, you can’t be antizionist and not antisemitic. I don’t care that there are antizionist Jews. There were also eugenicist Jews, ask a Neo Nazi or an antizionist for examples (they both obsessively collect evidence of how evil Jews are from birth.)

In case you are an antizionist and wonder how history will remember you: stupid, cruel, racist, and embarrassing.

[wandussyfantasy]

I'm Late

Summary: Final part to the Jealous mini series. Kate is afraid that she hasn't had her period in some time and expresses her concern to Y/n

Pairings: Kate Bishop x g!pReader

For: @ravienaa031

Word Count: 1,589

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!! smut, g!preader, powerbottom!KateBishop, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, masturbation, oral, sex toys, fantasies, and teasing.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

You and Kate are lying in your bed, she has her head on your chest and you have an arm around her. The two of you are quiet as you relax after having sex. You sit up a little in the bed and pull out a joint from the drawer in the desk that sits next to your bed. You light it and take a drag. You offer a hit to Kate, as you always do but this time she declines and snuggles her head into your chest more. 

“I’m late,” she mumbles as she holds onto you.

“Oh shit, you have a class right now?” You laugh as you try to pull her off. 

“No, I'm done with classes for the week,” she replies. 

“Then what are you late for? Work? I thought you only work when you're home for the summer.” You take another drag. 

“I do,” Kate pouts as she draws invisible shapes on your chest with her finger. 

“Then what are you late for?” you set the rest of the joint down on your ashtray. “Do you have something going on for your sorority? Because you seem awfully calm about being late.”

You look into her soft blue eyes and see something serious in them that makes your heart start to beat a little faster. “I’m actually pretty terrified right now,” Kate admits.

You gulp as you come to the conclusion on what she means but you won't say anything about it until she confirms it. Until she says the words. “Kate, what are you late for?” 

“My menstrual cycle,” she answers softly. 

“Okay,” you start calmly, “have you taken a test? I mean, we've been pretty careful… well most of the time.”

“I was too scared to check without you,” she admits in a small voice. You can't help but stroke her hair. She looks so scared and you aren't quite sure how to comfort her. 

“Do we need to go get some?” 

“No, I brought some with me. I,” she takes a breath, “I planned on coming here to do that but when I saw you… ugh I couldn't resist doing this!”

“Hey, hey, it's okay. We'll just get dressed and I'll get you some fluids and we'll get you peeing, okay?” Kate nods as you rub her arm to comfort her. “Do you think checking after sex will give a wrong result?” you ask as you jump out of your bed and gather clothes. “Do you have a drink preference? Wait, you probably don’t need something to drink. You usually pee after sex. Unless, are you too nervous? Shit! What do you need from me, Kate?” There are very few times you are ever wishing that you were never born with a penis and right now is one of those times. 

Kate stands up and grabs your hands to calm you down and calls your name until you stop rambling and look at her. “I will take the water.” 

The five minutes while the two of you wait for the results are the longest minutes of your lives. You sit next to Kate and hold her hand. You try to stay calm but this was nerve wracking. One second she's bouncing on your dick and calling screaming your name and then next she's telling you she might be pregnant. You don't get how this could have happened. 

The test, thankfully, comes out negative. The both of you are filled with relief. No baby is on the way. No stress of having to make a decision on whether or not to keep it. No spur of the moment marriage proposal. The two of you can go another day to be irresponsible. 

“How should we celebrate?” You ask when you toss the test.

Kate takes your hand and guides you to her bed. You sit in the edge as she lowers herself between your legs. She unzips the fly of your jeans and pulls your limp dick out of your pants. You smirk as you watch her wrap her plump lips around the head of your xockm. “Yeah, that's a great way to celebrate.” You bite your lip as you tangle your fingers in her hair. 

You thrust you hips up slightly against her mouth as you feel yourself harden while her lips work her magic on you. You groan as she starts to use her hands on the rest of you as your dick grows in her mouth. “Fuck, Kate.” 

She smirks as she looks up at you and takes her shirt off. She pushes her supple breasts together and slipps your thick cock between them. You thrust your hips as she licks the tip of your penis while you fuck her tits. You groan excitedly. 

“Where?” You asks since you're close. 

“Already?” She smirks.

“Shut up, where?” You groan as you prepare to cum all over her face right now. 

She giggles as she drops her breasts and wraps her lips around your cock again. You pump your load into her mouth as her cheeks inflate. But she doesn't let a drop escape. You shudder as you pull your dick away from her mouth and wipes her lips and finish swallowing your load. 

Her phone pings and she gets up to check it. You know that ringtone of hers. It's specific to her secret business. Her OnlyFans account. You weren't sure how you felt about it since the two of you began seeing each other exclusively. 

“Now I need you to behave yourself. I need to work,” she says as she waves you off her bed. You stand with your dick still hanging out of your pants. She sets up her tripod and pulls out a box of toys from underneath her bed.

You sigh and start to stuff your dick back inside of your pants. 

“Where do you think you're going?” Kate asks. 

“You want me to stay?” 

“Yeah, sit in that chair in the corner. I need you babe. I can't get off anymore without you. It's made my job… work,” she frowns as she changes into her lingerie. You obey her request and sit on the chair in the corner of her room. Watching her from the other side of the camera. You sit with your dick, that's still wet from her lips and watch as she gets into character for whatever sick fucker paid her for the video call. 

“Mmm you want me to use that big boy? Oh, I hope it fits in my tiny tiny pussy,” she says in a high pitched voice. You had never heard her sound so pornographic before. You watch as she pulls out a dildo from her toy box and you smirk as it's half your size. She can most definitely handle that dildo. “It's stretching me deep inside zaddy,” she says as she makes a face. 

You lick your lips as your dick starts to wake up again. She is riding that silicon cock pretty hard as she makes fake noises of pleasure. It shouldn't turn you on as much as it does but you watched a lot of porn as a teenager. You start to stroke yourself as Kate watches you. She bites her lips as she grips her breasts. She starts to rub her clitoris to get a release. You can hear the moans of the man on the computer and you almost want to shut the computer off but you know it's better to keep from upsetting her client. 

Kate can see that you're struggling and she smirks before she puts on a big show of “finishing” for the client. When the man logs off, Kate beckons you over. You shut the laptop closed on the way over. You watch as she pulls the dildo out of her dripping pussy. 

“Finish me,” she begs. You toss your clothes and climb on top of her. You kiss her passionately. Your tongue wrestles with hers. You shove your cock deep inside of her. She moans as you pump inside of her. You feel yourself getting close early again. You don't know what has made you so sensitive. You pull out and stroke yourself until you're spurting all over her breasts. 

“Sorry,” you say through your groans. You move to put your head between her legs. “I'll take care of you, baby. Don't worry.” You promise against her pussy lips. You lick her moist lips moaning as you taste her. It's become your favorite flavor. You slip your tongue inside of her hole for a few seconds then move to suck on her clitoris. She moans as she pulls in your hair. You hum against her pussy as your hand blindly searches for her dildo. 

Kate helps you find it. She places it in your hand. As you continue to pleasure her with your tongue you align the dildo and press the tip in her entrance. You fuck her with the dildo until she is screaming and shuddering. Her intense orgasm causes her to squirt on your face. 

You pull away breathlessly with a grin as she continues to squirm on her bed. 

“Good thing we don't have to worry about a kid. We'd never get to be that loud again,” you joke with a short laugh as you wipe your face.

Kate scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You'll knock me up soon enough and you know it.” 

“Shut up,” you start to stroke your cock again, “or I'll shut you up.” 

Kate smirks with a mischievous gaze.

The End.

[beloveds-embrace]

Designationless reader questions

1. Did designationless reader ever get taken to the doctor or a specialist as a child to do scans or blood tests? Maybe even live at the hospital for a little bit while scientists do their own testing.

Like does something show up in the medical examination she has to do for work. Doesn't necessarily mean she can be cured but there could be treatments that potentially let her be able to smell the 141 properly without needing the candles.

2. Or is it a regressive gene that someone in her ancestry had? You know where it can skip several generations and then show back up.

I guess I'm wondering if readers parents ever tried to find out if there is some underlying problem or if they knew it was genetic and neglected reader from the start.

Here she is thinking it was something she did, something was wrong with her, but her parents either didn't care enough to try and find an answer or they knew it's genetic and they never bothered to tell the reader that it's not her fault.

How deep does the neglect go?

3. What if readers designation/scent was so faint because it wasn't fully developed when she was born, that because her family kept pushing her away and she wasn't allowed in the nest, her body just paused her designations development because of the mental strain/stress she was going through.

Now with her constant proximity to her pack they could start to get glimpses of her designation. It may never properly develop now but she wouldn't be as "broken" as she thought she was.

in this au, i have it as reader isn't the first one to be born like that. so reader's case isn't unknown- but her parents are very, very insistent the hospital has it all wrong, that their equipments and the doctors are at fault, so that's the reason why reader did indeed have to stay a while there.

in all honesty, all i had for it was that its a genetic mutation moreso, and idk if that can be passed through generations. as for the neglect, i'd say it's a lot more on the emotional side of things. reader was never physically abused, but they were just heavily left to fend for themselves- only given basic necessities the more they grew up and even the baby phase went away.

made this one a draft lol i will most definitely be writing it bc god yes 😩😩

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

Sakamoto Days 199!!!

They're so dumb and in sinc already. True father and son duo.

This page and the following panel. What does it all mean? That the JAA was already after Ando when Shin was a baby (and him?), before Ando dropped him of with Asakura? Although Shin does say that Ando is saying bullshit, we don't know what Shin means with that since we don't actually got to see what Ando was thinking about. (Except for trying to flee the country, which is already Andos plan.)

I do gotta add a theory I've had for a bit now. Which is that Shin was actually born with the powers, and that Asakuras chemistry simply activated them earlier than they would have otherwise. Don't know how likely that is though.

Ando points out the hypocrisy in telling someone who you can't kill while being an Assasin. Which is honestly fair, and Sakamoto doesn't even fight it, just asks where the bomb is. (And promptly goes to a straight attack.) And Shin does seem to know where the bomb is, like Taro points out later in the chap. Except maybe, could it be, that the bomb is just a bluff? Or Ando already figured out/knows that Shin can read minds after his reaction before (previous pic) and said something else? No idea. Again we are once not shown what Shin can read in Andos mind. Probably for a more emotional scene later, but who knows.

Sunglasses, Ikari, from the previous chapter attacks (with an anchor, of course, we are on a boat. Should have expected an anchor as a weapon, lmao.) And Taros instinct is already to just pick up Shin and run of with him in his arm. The fatherly instincts in him are to strong.

Meanwhile Shins trauma from being abandoned at a young age without any answers shines through strong. With, for now, the set believe that blood relation goes over anything. I can't tell if the panel of Taro is only him noticing Ikaris next attack, or if he's already thinking about what Shin is saying here. Never the less. He still immediately protects Shin, who at this point isn't a bystander, but still a kid and (for Taro at least) one that has got nothing to do with the job.

ALSO IKARI IS A CREEP. EWWWWW. GET AWAY FROM THE CHILD.

And while Taro is like constantly making sure that Shin doesn't die in all that chaos, ever since he meeting him, Ikari has no fucking issue to strangle (and assault because omg) a child. Just from the start of this flashback it's clear that Taro never liked killing when it wasn't neccesary, if at all. He saved him at first by just saying he would get rid of him infront of the thugs. He then keeps saving him over and over, even though Shin is a little shit and sends the shop owners after him. Telling him to either stay away from trouble in his way, "I'll be right back" - "don't get thrown overboard again" - from last chapter. (Even asking him if he's okay) I just really like this, seeing how despite the killing itself Taro always had something genuinly nice at him. Killing is work for him, nothing more. Not harming innocent bystanders isn't just a rule to follow, but something he deems right. Keeping a child safe in a fight, asking him "What's wrong?" and "you okay?" when the child looks sick? Even though he has obviously no idea how to act with a (traumatized) child?Just a natural instinct.

Between all that he even decides to apologise to Shin because he can't understand his feelings. He doesn't understand Shins internal struggles. However he's not just bursting out anymore that he's gonna kill Shins dad, because it made Shin upset before, and instead says that he's gonna keep the enemy busy and for Shin to escape. Again, telling him to get to safety. And In a way even telling him to just stay away from the underworld I think.

So in summary. Sakamoto Taro is an assassin here, killing is his job. But he so obviously believes that innocence exists. That other people are innocent. He also believes that you shouldn't harm children (after all children are supposed to be the most innocent). But Taro also doesn't see himself to ever be part of that. At least not yet I think.

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

I wrote something depressing with clingy (ex) boyfriends

They found Maddie.

That’s what Buck had to remind himself as he walked into his apartment. They found Maddie.

Barely alive.

But breathing.

He hadn’t been able to breathe since he and the others realized that she had been kidnapped. Thirty-six miserable hours but they found her.

That monster hadn’t killed or anything else…

But she was put into a coma due to her injuries.

And the baby…

Kevin Daniel Han.

Born three months too early, was barely hanging on to life in the NICU.

He didn’t want to leave, he shouldn’t have left. But he and Chimney couldn’t be in the same room with each other right now.

At this point, it felt like they would never be in the same room or even friends ever again. And Buck couldn’t blame Chimney for that. He could only blame himself.

He was supposed to pick up Maddie from her doctor’s appointment, but he had forgotten. He had called Maddie, telling her he had made plans with Eddie since Eddie needed his help to move some stuff into storage.

Maddie said it was fine.

She was fine.

Five hours later, Chimney had called him asking where they were.

He should have picked up Maddie.

He messed up.

Buck felt his entire body heat up with tension as the quietness of his apartment got to him. It was dark, barely 5 am. Downtown LA was even too eerily quiet for him.

He needed noise.

And chaos.

To help forget that he was alone.

If he lost Maddie, he would really be alone.

He let her down.

He gripped the counter, the cool touch of it not doing anything to help him. He felt his anger bubble as he started to breathe heavily.

It was them against the world. He couldn’t lose her now. He barely got time with her.

‘I need more time with her.’ He thought miserably as the anger and panic began to spread throughout his body. He felt his eyes burn with tears. 'I want more time with her'

He was panicking.

He couldn’t breathe because he was panicking.

He almost lost his sister because of his selfishness.

If Maddie died it was going to be on him.

Jee-Yun wouldn’t have a mom because of him.

Kevin, if he even survived, wouldn’t have a mom because of him.

Buck could be responsible for killing his sister and nephew.

‘BANG BANG BANG’

Buck felt himself jolt. He looked around his apartment again, not knowing where the sound came from.

“Evan, open the door!”

Buck wasn’t sure how but the door opened. He was only half sure he opened the door himself.

“Tommy.”

Buck was sure he was hallucinating. He hadn’t slept in over a day so maybe he was.

Tommy was standing in front of him, looking worried and hurried in pajama bottoms and a LAFD hoodie. He had stubble around his jaw and his hair was sticking out in tuffs, Buck hardly noticed Tommy wearing sandals- it was 50 degrees in LA during the early morning.

Meaning Tommy had left for Buck’s place without much planning or thought.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” Buck asked, stumbling back as Tommy let himself in.

Tommy looked taken back, his eyes settling on Buck’s hands as he closed the door. “You’re bleeding.” Tommy noted with worry.

Buck looked down at his hands, at the same time as Tommy, he had noticed jagged pieces of the ceramic bowl that used to be on his counter. Laid in strewn pieces on the floor.

“I-uh.” Buck stammered to figure out an answer, barely registering Tommy going to the sink and grabbing a wet cloth to clean Buck’s cuts. “I don’t-I don’t know how I did that.” Buck admitted, fearful about what had happened. Had he spiraled so much that he didn’t even know he had slammed the bowl to the floor?

Tommy made a soft humming sound, “I heard about Maddie.” His voice soft and gentle as he cleaned away Buck’s hands. “I wanted to check in on you.” Buck looked at him, trying his best to swallow down the sob in his throat.

He was futile when it came to the tears falling and his nose running though. He wiped aware the tears and snot with his sleeve. “Uh.” He swallowed audibly, his hand shaky as he rubbed his jaw- the tension from grinding his teeth only made his headache worse. “She-She’s safe. I-I don’t know if she’s g-going to make it.” Buck knew his voice was becoming quieter with every word. It felt like he was making a dirty and disgusting confession.

He could lose his sister.

Buck didn’t have much of a constant in his life.

Except for Maddie.

“I killed my sister.” He sobbed, the words felt vile coming out. He felt like he wanted to throw-up as he started to cry.

He felt something warm and solid pull him.

“Hey, hey.” Tommy cooed, wrapping his arms around Buck for a tight embrace. “I got you.” He whispered into Buck’s hair as Buck felt himself go lax, without Tommy leading him down, Buck surely would have fallen roughly on his knees. But Tommy had him.

Tommy made sure to hold him as Buck sobbed, clutching onto Tommy’s hoodie as he mourned. “I got you, Evan.” Tommy murmured again, running his fingers through Buck’s curls, his lips brushing against Buck’s temple. “

He wasn’t sure how.

But Buck knew it was after sunrise. The sunlight was staring to shine through the apartment windows.

Buck knew he was back at his apartment, but it took a moment to realize he was half laying down on top of someone.

Someone male.

And familiar.

It had been ages since he fell asleep against Tommy’s chest, but he missed it. Missed how Tommy’s steady heartbeat felt like a metronome lulling him to sleep. He felt warm and safe and steady.

The complete anthesis to what he was feeling hours ago.

He felt Tommy’s fingers in his hair, gently scratching his scalp. It had its desired effect, Buck felt himself go lax, the tension bleeding out from his muscles as he buried his face into Tommy’s chest. The hoodie smelled like Tommy- oxiclean detergent and vanilla sandalwood from that bodywash that Buck liked to use whenever he stayed at Tommy’s place.

Buck knew Tommy was awake.

He didn’t care that they were broken up. Buck didn’t care that he had spent ages and baked enough pastries to fill maybe half-dozen Ralph’s displays. He just wanted to feel like he had a constant again.

His arms were already wrapped around Tommy’s middle, Buck just held him tighter, maybe a little self-conscious that he had reached for under Tommy’s hoodie. He shouldn’t have been surprised that Tommy wasn’t wearing anything under the hoodie. Tommy usually slept without a top, which meant that Tommy did rush over to see Buck.

“How did you know about Maddie?” Buck asked, his voice still raw.

He heard Tommy sigh, the other hand that wasn’t in Buck’s hair went to rub his arm. Buck wasn’t sure if Tommy was looking at him, but he didn’t care. He relished how Tommy’s warm hand ran up and down his arm.

“I got up to let Rocker out and saw the missed calls and texts from Hen and Eddie.” Tommy explained quietly. “I got worried and came here first. I heard you throw that bowl after I started knocking but when you didn’t answer, that’s when I started pounding the door. I seriously thought your neighbors were going to call the cops on me.”  He moved to sit up, causing Buck to sit up. They were still physically close, Buck was practically sitting on Tommy’s legs still.

Tommy pushed back his curls from Buck’s face, his blue eyes surprisingly watery. Buck noticed he looked so serious and worried, Tommy’s hand brushed against his birthmark and cheek. “You said last night you killed your sister.” Tommy was already shaking his head at that, “You know that’s not true, right?”

“Might as well be true.” Buck sighed, closing his eyes momentarily as he rubbed his face.

“No.” Tommy said resolutely, “It’s not.” He pulled Buck’s hand away, grasping it tightly before letting go. “You didn’t kill your sister.”

“Tell that to Chimney.” Buck told him miserably.

Tommy paused at that, glaring as he promised “I will.” He didn’t miss Buck’s questionable glance, a question there for later, “You didn’t kill your sister.” He repeated, “Maddie wouldn’t want you to believe that, much less think it.”

“Really?” Buck scoffed, “If it wasn’t for me, Maddie would be safe. If I went to pick her up then she would-”

“Probably still be in the hospital.” Tommy cut him off firmly, he squeezed Buck’s knee. “Evan, you’re gonna have so many ‘what ifs’ flying through your head right now and I can tell you this, none are going to undo what happened. You could have picked her up and stayed at her place for hours, he could have waited till after you left to get her, he could have kidnapped you both, hell he could have broken in while Maddie and Chim were at home in the middle of the night.” Tommy saw the truth dawn onto Buck then, the younger man casted his head down, tears still cascading down his cheeks. Tommy knew he felt hopeless, it was a helpless situation.

“So you’re saying I would have failed anyway.” Buck murmured miserably.

Tommy lifted Buck’s chin by his index and ring finger, he got Buck to lift his head up, but Buck wasn’t looking at him. “Hey,” he said gently, tilting his head so that he could look into Buck’s eyes directly. “I’m saying,” he cupped Buck’s face, his thumbs brushing the tears away, “That this could have unfortunately gone so many ways and there’s no point in driving yourself crazy with asking yourself “what if”, no one could have predicted this and no one wanted this, Evan.”

Buck sniffed, turning his head away so that Tommy’s hands were no longer on his face. He rubbed his face with his sleeve again, not caring it was crusted in snot from last night. “I-I know I’m making this about me when-”

“She’s your sister. Your allowed to make this about you.” Tommy reminded him pointedly, looking affronted on Buck’s behalf. “She had a hand in raising you.”

“Yeah, I-I know.” Buck felt his voice hitch with emotions, he took a deep breath in and out, appreciating that Tommy didn’t move away from him. Tommy’s weight against his body even provided Buck relief. “I-I just don’t know what I would do if I lost her.”  He admitted, he let out a depressing and wet laugh. “I don’t think I would be okay losing her like that, Tommy.”

Tommy nodded, “Let’s not go down that road then.”

“Yeah.” Tommy was right.

He shouldn’t go down that road.

“She’s okay, right.” It wasn’t a question. Tommy knew she was okay, he said it as a reminder.

Maddie wasn’t dead.

“Right.”

“And the baby is okay.”

That took longer for Buck to agree with, the image of Kevin’s tiny chest heaving to breathe even on a ventilator was burned into Buck’s memory forever now.

“R-Right.” Buck sighed; it was hard to swallow the truth. He was starting to believe that it wasn’t his fault, but he saw Maddie and Kevin. It would have to take a miracle for both of them to be okay.  “It’s really hard to believe that right now.”

“I know.” Tommy admitted, “But you have to believe that right now, because your sister and nephew need you.” He brushed away Buck’s tears the same time Buck tried to, earning a small smile from the other man. That had Tommy’s heart swelling, giving him more confidence to cup Buck’s cheek, thumb brushing at Buck’s birthmark again.  He felt a sense of relief wash over him as he noticed Buck lean into the touch, “I know Howie and Jee-Yun are going to need you too. No matter what Howie says, you two are family. He’s gonna need you as much as you need him.”

Buck bit his lower lip, nodding and wiping away more tears. “Yeah, I-I know.” He sniffed again.

A part of him felt like he could believe it, believe that Chim would allow him to help and get close.

Tommy weirdly gave him that type of confidence.

Tommy made him feel confident and safe.

He pressed Tommy’s hand against his cheek harder, he knew he was touched starved, but he didn’t care.

He missed Tommy.

Buck felt his heart stammer in his chest as he watched Tommy’s eyes drop to his lips. Buck closed his eyes once Tommy’s thumb brushed over his lower lip. It sent a shiver throughout his body, he opened his eyes to see Tommy closer now. The other man’s lips so close to his.

Buck knew he was in deep when he realized he even missed Tommy’s morning breath.

“I should go.”

Tommy was doing it again, shutting down in a panic right in front of him. He grabbed Tommy’s hand and wrist.

“Stay.”

Tommy looked at him, he was clearly embarrassed and uncomfortable at what almost happened. “I-Evan, I shouldn’t have don-”

“I don’t care.”  Buck pulled him, not back onto the couch, but enough that Tommy’s legs were back to pressing Buck’s again. “Stay.” He watched as Tommy’s eyes began to well up, Buck wasn’t too far from crying again himself. “Please, just-just stay.”

Tommy nodded quietly and Buck didn’t let go. He just shifted so that Tommy could sit with him in the middle of the couch, pressed tightly together. Buck said nothing, just content as he laid his head on Tommy’s shoulder. He was still gripping onto Tommy’s arm- opting to lace his fingers with Tommy’s, Tommy’s free hand was back in Buck’s hair. Buck closed his eyes again, feeling his muscles relax while Tommy’s rhythmic combing had him feeling at ease. Whole again, really.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Always.”

[puppetmaster13u]

Throughout the years, Danny and Ra's get into fights. Unfortunately for Ra's, Danny's a biter. Unfortunately for Danny, biting immortals are never a good idea. Especially when your own DNA is beyond messed up

Imagine the look on Ra's face when they guy he likes fighting shows up with a baby in hand and says, "congratulations, you're a father"

Repeat it two more times because Danny just doesn't learn

Ohohoho, now this is quite fun. And this could be completely new children, or, this could be the three Al Ghul children. Which if it is? Is hilarious. And hey, Dusan even has Danny's white hair and green eyes!

But seriously I love this. Logically, Danny should learn to not bite, in fact? He knows how to fight, and can do so without biting. He's just also a petty little shit who will go feral when fighting this one asshole [insert relationship here].

Even more hilarious if Danny shows up throughout time too. And it's not like they exactly explain to anyone on the outside of their [insert relationship here], which definitely leads to so many misunderstandings and rumors.

Love the idea if this is even a semi-normal ghost thing. Just, usually the mixing of ecto is done on purpose, and not usually having to be worried about happening via blood. But Danny? Is a halfa, meaning that he is half human. And if he bit anyone else, it would probably have no effect, except for the fact that the human mouth carries quite a bit of bacteria and en ecto-contaminated one more so. So for anyone else, biting is an actual good option, but Ras? Also ecto-contaminated via Lazarus Pit.

Which is a different type of ectoplasm, like comparing saltwater to freshwater, but is still ectoplasm. If anyone else bit anyone else, it wouldn't happen. But no, Danny just has to have the habit of biting his immortal sparring asshole of a rival-buddy. And said buddy better be fine with co-parenting otherwise he's taking child support.

[legokingfisher]

How must Misako have felt when she realized that the best chance she had of keeping her family together was to tear them further apart first?

[supernoverse-askblog]

Is there such a thing as paternity/maternity leave when Pokémon hatch from eggs?

With humans, we get like a few months off just to take care of the baby and to be familiar and bond but whats the case with Pokémon?

Oh, and uhh... Do you guys have any rival teams? Friendly rivals? Actually, hostility, or is it just good fun? (Sorry to put two questions into one:

"Yeah! Well, sorta."

"It's really unhealthy for baby 'mons to hatch without a parent nearby. It should be the parent whose species they share, but a child can live a good, healthy life even with their primary attachment being to their other parent or parents."

"Ideally, you want to have all parents nearby as the baby hatches, and the same-species or direct parent nearby as often as possible while the child is still in its egg. So usually, parents will be given some extra time off to be with the egg and share their magic with it, so that it grows properly."

"I uh- I didn't know that when Koda was in her egg. I wanted to be with her, obviously, but I- I couldn't just ignore my work."

"I was away when she hatched. I could feel it in my soul when it happened, like a tug on my magic, but I didn't get there in time. I feel pretty awful about it."

"But Lucas was with her when she hatched. So... she was all right. Nowadays, she can be sort of anxious and a bit clingy with us."

"But fundamentally, she's okay! She developed a really strong bond with Lucas, and she's always been able to be her strange, starry-eyed little self without issue. And I spent a lot of time with her as she grew up."

[utilitycaster]

26. freebie question, a good while back (before the party split) you mentioned that a possibly interesting ship would be Imogen/FCG. Obviously canon has not gone that direction, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on Imogen and FCG's relationship :D

It is interesting because Imogen hasn't interacted with FCG a ton. I think that friendship sort of fizzled out once FCG started believing in their personhood and particularly after they began building a relationship with the Changebringer. Imogen was not terribly supportive of that (possibly jealous, or possibly just not sure how to engage with it) and so there really hasn't been much.

They are really interesting as parallels, actually, though actually pretty much everyone in the party except for Orym and Chetney fit in this to some degree. Like Imogen (and Fearne), FCG was given particular powers by a megalomaniacal entity, for the purpose of furthering those goals. I think Predathos grants somewhat more agency to loyal Ruidusborn than Aeor entrusted FCG with, though that is to be seen, but there's something very tragic, in my mind, from Imogen's perspective, about how FCG was the tool of a destroyed empire, and so while he still carries those scars and consequences, he actually does have the freedom to be his own person. FCG has to manage a serious chronic condition, essentially, but they don't have missions, and unless some of the wilder theories are right (and they could be, though I have my doubts) the ones who did this to them are long dead. Is this her future? Will she be left with dreams and telepathy even if they defeat Predathos? Will they be the upsides (controllable sorcery powers) or the downsides (nightmares, uncontrollable sorcery powers)? Why did FCG get to just sleep through the hard part and she has to fight her way out?

It really is a fascinating thing about the party: Fearne and FCG were designed to be who they are (though Fearne's upbringing at least was her own). Ashton was partially created in a cult ritual (though it remains unclear if they were the intended recipient or merely the one it happened to stick to). I don't think Imogen was planned a la Fearne, but I do wonder if Predathos or the Weave Mind did specifically target Liliana to ensure her daughter would also be Ruidusborn. While the nature of Laudna's sorcery abilities hasn't come up (and, to be fair, a lot of sorcery abilities in D&D are just like "well that happened to your baby, idk what to tell you") she was used by Delilah for that as well. So much of this party shares this with Imogen and FCG but I think they are the most extreme examples (Fearne is mostly unaffected physically/mentally though obviously learning of her origins is unsettling and upsetting, and Ashton and Laudna's situations mostly hurt them and not as often others, though Laudna's is increasingly a crapshoot) and I think as this became apparent and as they both grew more comfortable with who they were they sort of lost that connection.

They do still share a lot of powers though and I'd love to see them talk again - Laura and Sam always play off each other well, and those earlier interactions where they both tried to read each other's thoughts, or coordinate probing Ashton or Ollie's mind, or the first casting of Shared Dream were all delightful - but they have drifted apart since.

[ferrarisbabygirl]

the only times i've read abo are when there is absolutely nothing else new in the tag i want so you can imagine the amount of questions i have every single time

[4longyears]

its always pissed me off that the same people who think every fucking woman with a uterus OWES the world children and is a failure if they dont reproduce are the SAME FUCKING PEOPLE who rant and rave about immigration and birth rates in other countries

[sparklymuses]

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thank you kindly !! i've been meaning to send a few more asks your way, but they've been hard to pick since kakunsa is tricky to pick for since she's all the way in another universe. i'll keep trying though!

[atanxdoesstuff]

quick sketch i did of nishiki in jann's outfit because I was listening to shuffle play while drawing this and gladiator came on.

i forgot how to draw abs so i just didn't lol

[skyward-floored]

So... Legend's very existence is to spite the anti-supers law, then?

Yeah pretty much XD

You can imagine how stressful the birth was, looooot of emotions going on there. Sometimes Malon wonders if he has invisibility as a power for a reason.

[pocketramblr]

maybe the answer to "what should Twi's backstory be" is "well what would be the funniest for Time to respond to Rusl casually mentioning where he found the kid?"