#especially those types of dams

[firebreadtroy]

so... am I the only one that really doesn't feel bad when people build houses along rivers next to known shoddy dams and an artificial lake and their houses get swept away.. or is that just me

[peachsukii]

Hiii omg I love your writings so much!!

May i request texting katsuki while reader is drunk in a bar (maybe bc reader just broke up with her previous boyfriend or sth. It’s up to you but please make it spicy 🔥) (also 18+ please 🥹)

ohhhh the things swirling in my head about this!!! thank you for the request nonnie & hope it delivers! 💜

on the rocks

『 ♡ 』  k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ pro-hero au | age 24 | friends to fwb ꒱ ⇢ your week couldn’t get any worse. between a screw up at work and getting dumped out of the blue, you needed to desperately let off some steam. thank goodness the girls were more than happy to take you out for the night in the city and spoil you with a good time. everything’s fine until you receive a text that spirals into an unpredicted hookup.

꒰ tags & warnings ꒱ 18+ MDNI mentions of alcohol, mild/implied smut, suggestive texting, friends to friends with benefits, heavy flirting, sexually comfortable reader, reader went through a break-up, soft bakugo, fluffy ꒰ cross posted to ao3 | wc; ~2.6k ꒱ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

The bartender hands you the drink you ordered, nodding a thanks when you smile at her. You’re not drunk, per se, but you’re definitely buzzed - that warm and fuzzy feeling dancing through your veins, letting you relax for the first time all week. Tonight's goal was to think about absolutely nothing, to let go of all the shit weighing on your shoulders. Even if it's just for one night, anything to shake away the pain you've been carrying.

But the alcohol seems to be betraying you, forcibly shoving those thoughts to the forefront of your mind instead of burying them.

Memories of your ex begin to haunt you as your mind wanders aimlessly, the dam bursting that was keeping it all at bay. You try and shake your head to rid yourself of the feelings, but they just wouldn’t go away.

God, fuck him and every false promise he made to you.

Some people would consider three months a short amount of time, but to you, it felt like an eternity. He seemed so sweet, caring and kind when you first met, but once he forcibly ripped off your rose-colored glasses? He was nothing but a walking pile of shit.

Suddenly, your phone dings on the bar, lighting up to show a text message notification.

'Who the fuck is texting me so late?'

You blink a few times, re-reading the contact name before it registers: Katsuki Bakugo.

That's rather...odd. He's notorious for going to bed by 9pm - it’s almost midnight. You two were friends, sure, but never the 'text you in the middle of the night' type of friends. Curious to know what he wanted, you open the text to reveal nothing but a picture. When you squint through your hazy vision, you realize just what you're looking at.

It's a picture of Bakugo from the neck down, laying on his bed in nothing but grey sweats that are tugged down and nestled at the bottom of his hip bones. The pose accentuates the delicious deep V below his abs and shows the blonde trail disappearing underneath the hem of his sweatpants. The shadows trace each well-earned muscle, perfectly outlining them in the dim light of his bedroom.

Was this meant for you? Did he send it to you by accident? Your mind goes blank, stopping your previous train of thought about your stupid ex.

…did he send it to you on purpose? Your core pulses at the thought, causing you to cross your legs defensively.

Right on queue, another text pops up, your phone vibrating in your hands.

[katsuki] fuck, sorry. that was an accident

That was a bold face fucking lie, and you knew it. Bakugo's not that stupid to send the wrong text by mistake, especially a selfie. There's no way in hell he would even take a picture like that for someone unless he wanted it to be seen.

Liquid courage does you a favor when you reply, loosely teasing him about it.

[you] damn, katsuki. who's the lucky girl?

You don't notice Mina approaching you with how intently you're staring at your phone screen, startling you when she taps your shoulder.

"What are ya doing over here?! Come dance with us!" she pleads, pulling on your arm. She notices how you're clutching your phone like a lifeline and the coral tint on your cheeks. She quirks an eyebrow at you. "Who are you texting?"

Oh god, find a lie - fast! She'll see right through your facade if you don't.

"No one, just a spam text."

Mina stares at you - shit, she knows you're lying.

"You're a shit liar, babe. Who is it?"

"I got a random text from Katsuki," you admit, the flush in your cheeks deepening at his name. Are you into him, or is it the alcohol in your system? It's no secret that he's attractive, he's always been effortlessly handsome. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't checked him out a few times, but never acted on it. The two of you were friends and you’d assumed he didn't think much else of you.

Mina grabs the phone from your hands, entering in your passcode (how did she know it?!) and reading the texts. Her eyes blow open, pinching the screen to zoom in on the photo. You scramble to grab the phone back to quit her oogling as she's squealing with glee.

"Holy shit!" she yells. "Accident my ass, Blasty. Damn, that's hot."

"Mina! Keep your voice down," you beg, locking the screen to prevent anyone else from seeing.

"No one is listening over this music," she squawks, punching you lightly in the arm. "Come back to us soon you minx!"

And with that, she leaves you at the bar, returning to the dance circle with the rest of your girlfriends. Your phone vibrates a few more times in your hand and recaptures your attention.

[katsuki] thought you'd like a distraction [katsuki] shit, if this is weird, just tell me and i'll fuck off [katsuki] i should've just asked instead

So it was on purpose. You swallow hard as you shakily type out your reply, trying to keep your cool.

[you] it's not weird, what made you think of me? [katsuki] mina wouldn't shut the fuck up about you earlier. sent me pictures of you in the dress you have on, couldn't get it outta my head

When the fuck did Mina do that?! You had thought she was taking pictures of herself earlier at your apartment. That sneaky bitch!

[you] goddammit mina, i'm sorry about her. why would she send them to you?

You see the typing indicator pop up and disappear a few times before his response arrives.

[katsuki] you know how she is, playing matchmaker and shit with everybody [katsuki] honestly? i'm not mad about it [you] oh? [you] so that's why you sent it to me. hell of a pickup line kats [katsuki] fuck off [katsuki] i can't deny that you're gorgeous [you] yeah? feelings mutual

Your face is burning hot, sitting at the bar in disbelief that Bakugo's flirting with you. And it was all because he was infatuated with what you're wearing? He couldn't get it out of his head?

You're still debating on whether you want to yell at or thank Mina for igniting this fire. [katsuki] where are you right now? [you] sitting at the bar, some club in the city

Another picture is delivered to you on screen and has your jaw dropping to the floor.

The picture is closer to his face this time, cut off at his cheekbones and barely illuminated as Bakugo's fingers are parted over his mouth. His tongue is lazily hanging above his bottom lip with a string of salvia attached to one of his fingers.

Your legs twitch as you bite your lip, imagining his face slotted between your thighs.

[you] holy shit, katsuki...fuck [katsuki] find a bathroom or some dark corner [katsuki] there's more where that came from. just say the word, princess

The pet name is doing things to you that you didn't think was possible. Your overloaded with a sudden rush of arousal, heat twisting in your belly at his promise. Grabbing your bag from the chair, you bolt to the nearest bathroom and lock the door behind you. Luckily, this club's on the nicer side, the bathroom not being as scummy as you thought it would be. You set your things on the counter and grab your phone, turning the camera on and pointing it in the mirror.

If that's how he wanted to play? You could play right back.

[you] that deserves a reward

The photo attached shows your breast pushed closed together, daring to spill out of the top of your dress and wearing the poutiest lip you could muster.

Bakugo’s response is immediate.

[katsuki] goddamn, your tits look amazing in that dress [you] would you believe me if i said they look better out of it?

You turn the camera back on and click the record button, sensually slipping the top of your dress down and letting your breasts loosely lay over the bust. Your nipples are pebbled from the rousing desire flowing through you, making them standing perfectly at attention. You give the camera a wink and squeeze one of your breasts playfully. Once you're happy with the video, you send it with no hesitation and readjust your dress. [katsuki] holy fuck [katsuki] you alone? That's not the response you expected, but you roll with it. [you] yeah, one person bathroom

- Incoming Call: Katsuki Bakugo -

You stare at the contact screen for a few seconds before picking up.

"Hey Kat," you greet, nervousness wracking your body, the thrill of the situation making your heart flutter.

"I wanted 'ta hear your voice instead," Bakugo groans, heavy breaths following his words. "I never thought you'd...want to do this with me."

You can't help but laugh under your breath. "Never thought you wanted to, either."

You're thankful that your not drunk off your ass after all - you want to remember this. You're tipsy, but coherent.

And turned on to high heaven.

Bakugo breaks the silence before you cut him off. "I know you're fresh outta-"

"Katsuki, he's not worth mentioning. I'm focused on you right now."

"Yeah? Tell me more."

"I'd love to see what you're hiding under those sweats, Dynamight. I'm practically a puddle just thinking about it. How do you think my lips would look wrapped around you?"

You can hear Bakugo exhale into the phone and groan. He tries to hide it, but fails miserably.

"Cat got your tongue, huh? Too forward?"

"N-no. It's fuckin' hot. Shit," he whispers with baited breath. "God, what club are you at again?"

"The one near Shibuya station. Crystal Crown, I think. Why?"

There's a pause before you hear various clicks and a beep or two from his side before he answers.

"Changed my mind, this ain't happenin' over the phone the first time. You're 15 minutes from my place, I'm comin' to get ya."

You can feel your panties soak from your excitement, clenching at the thought of him just ravaging you in his car and not being able to make it back to his apartment before touching you like a man starved.

"Coming to sweep me off my feet or to fuck my brains out?" The words spill from your lips before you can stop them, but you don’t regret it when you hear Bakugo moan in response - loudly.

"Fuckin’ - have you been stockpilin’ this shit ‘ta say to me?" He laughs. “You’re gonna kill me before I leave the damn apartment.”

“Didn’t think you’d be so easy to play with,” you joke playfully, twirling a piece of your hair in your fingers. “Better get here before I change my mind, find some other rebound in this stupid club.”

“I’ll be your fuckin’ rebound any day of the week, sweetheart. Ain’t no guy in that building better than me.”

His confidence makes it difficult to bite back the moan in your throat.

“Guess you need to prove it. Get your ass over here, I’ll be out front. You better be wearing those sweats.”

You’re about to hang up when you hear Bakugo say something quietly, too muted for you to make out right away.

“Kats?”

He clears his throat before repeating himself, his voice soft and low. “You sure y’want this? I don’t wanna fuck anythin’ up or whatever.”

“You won’t fuck anything up, nothing wrong with friends fucking with no strings attached. I already flashed my tits at you, no turning back now.”

You subtly hear him let go of the breath he was holding and a hollow chuckle, sounding relieved at your answer.

“Good. See ya soon.”

The line ends with a click, leaving you with your thoughts while staring in the bathroom mirror. You didn’t realize how badly you’ve been shaking until you attempt to walk, unexpectedly stumbling like a baby deer on your heels. Once you gather yourself, you exit the bathroom and hurry over to the dance floor. Mina spots you, rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips when you approach the group.

“Where the hell have you been?!” She shouts over the music. “I was starting to think you died in there.”

“I’m heading home,” you say while waving your hand, brushing away her worries.

“Oh…oh my god. Is Bakugo coming to get you?!”

“Mina!”

Jiro and Uraraka turn in your direction, yelling in unison. “Bakugo?!?!”

You palm your face, desperately attempting to hide your flared cheeks as the girls squeal and cheer for you.

“Stop it! We’re still just friends!”

Mina clicks her tongue. “Uh-huh. That’s what I said about Kiri a year ago, and now look at us!”

“You gotta let us know how it goes,” Uraraka winks, elbowing you in the rib. "Rumor has it he lives up to his hero name in bed."

Before the interrogation continues, you back away from the group with a smile and turn for the entrance. You slide through the doors and slip out onto the sidewalk and see Bakugo parked out front, smiling as his eyes spot you on the busy street.

Has he ever smiled at you like that before?

He gets out of the car and walks around to greet you.

“Hey Katsu-”

Before you can process what’s happening, Bakugo’s got one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck. He gently leans you against the car as he swoops down to place a featherlight kiss to your lips. You squeak before melting into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sparks are flying through your whole body - a sensation you haven’t felt for a long time. When the two of you part, his eyes are half-lidded, cheeks flushed and lips parted with shallow breaths.

“Ready to go?” He asks, removing the hand from your neck and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your heart is in your throat, strangling any words you try to say, so instead, you just nod ‘yes.’ Bakugo walks you to the passenger side and opens the door for you, just like any other time you’ve hung out. When he shuts the door and goes to walk to the drivers side, you finally notice he’s wearing the damn grey sweatpants.

The entire drive back to his place, Bakugo’s hand doesn’t leave your thigh. His fingers danced over your skin, playing with the hem of your dress and gingerly squeezing the plush surface every so often. You return the favor, walking your fingers up the inside of his thigh a few times, stopping short of the growing tent in his sweats. Pulling up to his apartment complex seems to take the breath out of both of you. He turns the car off and you sit idly in silence, it's only a minute or two, but feels like a lifetime.

Bakugo gets out first, jogging over to your side to open your door. He takes your hand as you stand, closing the door behind you and swiftly sweeping you off your feet into his arms, bridal style.

"Wow, do all the girls you bring home get this treatment?" you tease, planting a kiss on his warm cheek.

"Never had the pleasure of bringin' a princess home, so no."

That shuts you up and makes you quiver in his hold.

"I'm honored, sir Dynamight. Take me to your castle!" You swoon, dramatically leaning back with a hand over your head.

Bakugo shakes his head and grins, starting to jog through the parking lot and up the stairs with you. You hold onto his shoulders while giggling uncontrollably, ecstatic to see where the night takes you.

One things for certain - you haven't thought about your ex once. And you look forward to keeping it that way.

tags; @slayfics @maddietries

[alphajocklover]

I’ll cut right to the point. I want to be huge.

I have always dreamed of being a huge bodybuilder since before I can even remember. I remember watching hulk cartoons and wishing that could happen to me. The older I get, the bigger my desires seem to grow. I want to become the ultimate brute. Completely massive, completely covered in body hair, and with the brain of your average henchman.

Can you work your magic on me? I’ll do anything to live that big dumb brute life.

As cliche as an opening as this is, based on what you’ve told me I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that you’ll soon be transformed just like how you’ve dreamed. Your muscles will grow humongous, your mind will dim, and you’ll get to live your dream of being a big, dumb, bodybuilding brute. I won’t even have to do a thing! See, you’re experiencing a Big Dick Energy overdose. If you haven’t read my past post on BDE, it is essentially a nickname for a type of Masculine Energy humans naturally produce. When someone who produces this energy does not dispel it by doing manly things, it builds up inside of them as an urge, until bursting out and transforming them temporarily into a straight stud full of toxic masculinity. It sounds to me as though this energy has been building up inside you for quite some time, so your transformation will definitely be impressive and may even be permanent from the start.

The bad news is that from what you’ve told me, you might have built up too much masculine energy. I know that sounds obvious, since it’s literally an overdose of masculine energy, but this is when you have even more energy built up. Sometimes instead of building up the energy and expelling it by transforming, like in a usual BDE overdose, the energy is blocked and keeps building up until the dam bursts and the transformation gets… really intense. This might not sound that bad at first, but the details are what might trip you up.

The first problem is actually your lack of control over details. While you’ll most likely become like the dumb brute you’ve been imagining, as desire does change what kind of jock a person becomes when they overdose on BDE, you won’t have total control over the details. I’m not what's transforming you this time afterall, you’re basically transforming yourself. It’ll probably work out, since usually those transformed by BDE are changed into their ideal manly self, but… we can’t be sure. Transformation is always a lottery, especially with more powerful transformations.

The second issue is that due to the unique way you’re transforming, you’re going to be… well, contagious. Literally. You’ve built up such a large amount of masculine energy that for a couple ays after your initial transformation, those around you will be transformed as well. Most woman and nonbinary people will just act a little more butch and masculine for a while, and some men will simply have an urge to do more manly stuff for a couple days, but for some of the people around you the energy you give off will be a spark that starts their own transformation. Some will only be transformed for a bit, but a lucky few will be transformed permanently, just like you. This might be a good thing, since now not only will you be transformed, you’ll get a small group of manly brutes to bro out with. The bad part is that you won’t be able to control who you infect. Here's hoping you just infect your friends and not your grandpa or something. Not that buff grandpas don’t have their own charm.

Despite the possible complications, you’ll definitely get your wish. To be a big and dumb brute. I hope you enjoy it, because there's no turning back.

[anniebeemine]

you didn't come- s.r x reader

based off of this post by @hereforhalstead

warnings: alcohol consumption, allusions to sex if you squint and flip it upside down

The evening had started off lighthearted enough. After wrapping up a particularly tough case, the team decided to unwind the way they often did—by hitting a local bar. It was meant to be a chance to decompress, to shake off the heaviness of the past few days and enjoy each other's company outside of the office.

Spencer had been quieter than usual, but that wasn’t uncommon. He often retreated into himself after difficult cases, especially those that hit too close to home. Tonight was no different; he nursed his drink quietly, offering small smiles when the conversation around him called for it but not really engaging. The others noticed but didn’t press him, figuring he’d open up when he was ready.

The bar was loud, filled with the hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. The team talked about everything and nothing, trying to push the horrors of their work to the back of their minds, if only for a little while. They stayed for a few rounds, catching up, telling stories, and enjoying the brief escape from reality.

As the night wore on, they eventually decided to head back to Penelope’s apartment to round off the evening with something more relaxed—movies, board games, or just lounging around. It was their tradition, a way to wind down together, like a family.

No one really noticed when Spencer’s mood shifted. He had stayed on the edges of the group, quietly sipping his drink, his mind clearly somewhere else. It wasn’t until they were at Penelope’s, the mood turning quieter and more intimate, that someone realized something was seriously wrong.

Spencer had withdrawn even more, his eyes distant as he stared at nothing in particular. JJ was the first to notice, her instincts kicking in. She saw the glassiness in his eyes, the way his hands trembled slightly as he set his drink down. She moved closer, asking softly if he was okay, but he only shook his head, a forced smile on his lips. And then, without warning, the tears came. Silent at first, just a few that slipped down his cheeks, but it quickly became clear that this wasn’t something he could control. The dam had broken, and Spencer, usually so composed, so in control of his emotions, was unraveling in front of them.

The room fell silent, everyone’s attention turning to Spencer as he sat there, struggling to hold himself together. No one asked why he was crying; they all knew.

The arrangement with Spencer had started off innocently enough. You were friends, good friends, who shared an undeniable chemistry. Late-night conversations had gradually turned into something more—a mutual, unspoken agreement to meet each other’s needs without the complications of a relationship. It was simple, or at least, that’s what you told yourself in the beginning.

For a while, it worked. You both understood the boundaries, the rules. No emotional attachment, no expectations, no strings. Spencer had made it clear from the start that he wasn’t looking for anything more, that he couldn’t be what you might need him to be. He had his reasons, and you respected them, even if they stung more than you let on.

“Don’t fall for me,” he had said one night, his voice soft but firm, as if he were trying to protect both of you from the inevitable. You had laughed it off at the time, joking that you weren’t the type to get attached. But deep down, you knew you were lying to yourself.

As the weeks turned into months, the lines began to blur. The late-night rendezvous, the stolen moments of intimacy, the way he’d hold you just a little too long afterward—it all started to chip away at the walls you’d built around your heart. It became harder to separate the physical from the emotional, harder to pretend that you didn’t care.

And you did care. You cared more than you should have, more than you wanted to. The realization hit you like a freight train one night when you found yourself lying awake, staring at the ceiling, your mind replaying every touch, every kiss, every whispered conversation. It was the kind of realization that left you breathless, your chest tight with a longing you knew would never be reciprocated.

That’s when you knew you had to end it. As much as it hurt, as much as you didn’t want to, you couldn’t keep lying to yourself. You couldn’t keep giving pieces of your heart to someone who had already told you he couldn’t take care of it.

So you broke things off. Spencer didn’t fight you on it, didn’t try to change your mind. He simply nodded, his expression carefully neutral, as if he had expected this all along. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened, but he didn’t say a word. Maybe that was what hurt the most—that he didn’t ask you to stay, didn’t give any indication that this was anything more than what you’d agreed to in the beginning.

You’d put yourself out there, as much as you could, and he hadn’t given you any reason to believe he felt anything more than what you’d already agreed to. If he didn’t want you then, why would he want you now?

The phone rang, jolting you from the movie you’d been engrossed in. You glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Penelope. With a sigh, you ignored it, hoping she’d leave a voicemail and you could deal with it in the morning. Your thoughts quickly returned to the movie, but they were soon interrupted again by the phone ringing, this time more insistently. With a growing sense of unease, you picked up the phone on the last ring, your voice trembling slightly as you answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sweetheart,” she started softly. “I have Spencer here and he’s asking for you.”

You checked the caller ID again. “Spencer?”

Penelope hummed. “Yeah. He… he’s a little bit of a mess and he wants you to take him home.”

You thought about it. You hesitated, feeling a tightness in your chest. As much as you cared about Spencer, this didn’t feel right. “Penelope, I— I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you said carefully. “It’s not my place, and I’m sure if he were sober, he wouldn’t want me to be there.”

There was a pause before Penelope sighed softly. “I understand,” she replied, her voice tinged with sympathy. “I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll take care of him.”

“Thank you,” you said, your heart heavy with the decision you made. After hanging up, you couldn't help but worry about Spencer, but you knew you had to respect his boundaries, even if it hurt.

You tried to focus on the movie, but the images on the screen blurred together, losing their meaning. After a few minutes, you gave up, turning off the TV. The silence that followed was almost too much to bear, so you reached for your crochet project, hoping it might distract you. Your hands moved automatically, the yarn slipping through your fingers as you worked on the simple pattern. But no matter how much you tried to concentrate on the stitches, your thoughts drifted back to Spencer. You couldn’t shake the image of him, vulnerable and in need, reaching out to you in a moment of weakness.

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. You blinked them away, trying to keep going, but the weight of everything was too much. A quiet sob escaped your lips, and you bit down hard on your bottom lip, forcing yourself to keep working, relying on muscle memory to guide you. The repetitive motions of crocheting were soothing in their own way, a small comfort as the tears silently streamed down your cheeks. You weren’t even sure what you were crying for—Spencer, yourself, or the situation that had left you feeling so helpless.

The rhythmic motion of your hands eventually lulled you into a restless sleep, the crochet project slipping from your fingers as you dozed off on the couch. It was a fitful slumber, haunted by half-formed dreams that left you feeling even more drained.

A loud, heavy knock startled you awake. Disoriented, you sat up, wiping at your tear-streaked face as you tried to shake off the lingering fog of sleep. The knocking came again, more insistent this time. Your heart skipped a beat, a sense of unease settling in your chest.

You stumbled to the door, your breath catching as you looked through the peephole. Spencer was standing there, leaning heavily against the door frame. His eyes were red and puffy, his face streaked with tears that had dried on his cheeks. He looked completely shattered, more vulnerable than you had ever seen him.

You hesitated, your hand hovering over the doorknob. A part of you wanted to open the door immediately, to pull him into your arms and comfort him. But the other part, the one that still remembered why you had declined to pick him up earlier, held you back. But as you watched him sway slightly, barely able to keep himself upright, you knew you couldn’t leave him out there. With a deep breath, you unlocked the door and opened it slowly.

"Spencer," you said, your voice trembling as you took in the sight of him up close. He looked at you, his expression a mixture of pain and relief.

Without saying a word, he stepped forward, his legs almost giving out beneath him. Instinctively, you reached out, catching him as he leaned into you. His body shook with silent sobs, and you could feel the weight of his emotions pressing against you.

"You didn’t come," he choked out, barely able to get the words past his tears.

His words hit you like a punch to the chest, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. Gently, you pushed him back just enough to look at his face, your hands trembling as you held onto him.

"Spencer…," you began, your voice thick with emotion. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the words came tumbling out before you could stop them. "I didn’t come because—because I’m hurt."

He blinked, the confusion and pain in his eyes shifting as he pulled back slightly, standing up straight to give you space. You could see him trying to process what you were saying, his tear-stained face softening as he waited for you to continue.

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. "I’ve fallen for you, Spencer," you admitted, the confession tearing at you even as you said it. "I’ve fallen so h-hard, and I know you don’t feel the same way. I know that. But it hurts… it hurts so much because I’ve been telling myself that I’m not good enough for you."

His eyes widened slightly, the guilt and sadness in them deepening as you continued.

"And if I’m not good enough for you, who could I possibly be good for? I thought so lowly of myself, Spencer. I’ve been tearing myself apart because I can’t measure up to what you deserve." Your voice broke, the tears finally spilling over. "You’re kind, brilliant, compassionate… and I’m just—" You shook your head, unable to finish the sentence.

But you didn’t have to. His lips were on yours in an instant, cutting off your words with a desperate kiss. The shock of it froze you in place, your mind racing to catch up with what was happening. You stiffened, your hands hovering uncertainly in the air as you tried to summon the urge to push him away, to tell him this wasn’t right, to tell him it wasn't fair for him to show up on your doorstep like this.

But you couldn’t.

The longing you had buried deep inside, the ache of missing him, the hope you had tried so hard to suppress—it all came rushing back, flooding your senses. Your resolve crumbled, and you found yourself leaning into him, your hands slowly lowering to clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer as if afraid he might slip away.

He kissed you like he was drowning, and you were the only thing keeping him afloat. There was nothing gentle or hesitant about it—only raw emotion and need, as if he was trying to communicate all the things he couldn’t find the words to say. But just as suddenly as it began, Spencer pulled away, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was trembling, his eyes wide with something between fear and desperation.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice breaking, “tell me to leave. Tell me this was a mistake and I’ll go. I’ll never bother you again. Just… please.”

You stared at him, your mind a whirlwind of confusion and emotion. He was practically begging you to push him away, to end whatever this was before it could begin. But you couldn’t find the words to do it. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to leave, even though you knew how complicated and painful this would be.

So you just stood there, staring at him with wide, tear-filled eyes, your heart pounding in your chest. His expression crumpled as he realized you weren’t going to say anything, his hands dropping to his sides as if he didn’t know what to do next.

But you still couldn’t let go.

tags: @donttrustlove , @migueloharasbbm @mortaci

[felinefractious]

Is there anything ethically wrong with breeding cats of colors that don't fit the breed standard? Are there usually reasons (like related health problems) that cause certain colors to be excluded from a breed? :0

It depends.

A major point of controversy in the Maine Coon fancy right now is the subject of dominant blue eyed cats. The breed standard considers blue or odd eyes to be a disqualifying fault with the exception of white or high white cats.

We now know that the dominant blue eye gene referred to as Rociri Elvis (DBE-RE) is associated with deafness and other physiological changes (which are also off standard) similar to Waardenburg syndrome in humans.

Unfortunately this gene seems to be the most common one found in DBE Maine Coon lines, although there are a smaller number of breeders working with unrelated genes - some of which haven’t been fully explored, yet.

So in this case yes, there is a health issue associated with an off standard trait which is exactly what those in opposition of blue-eyed Maine Coon’s from the start were concerned about.

In this case breeding off standard colors - honestly, the entire hypertype is contradictory to standard but I digress - is the cherry on top for an all around bad breeder.

It is especially concerning to see the breeder working with the colorpoint pattern specifically because we know pointed cats are prone to vision issues such as nystagmus and strabismus and thus require very careful, conscientious breeding to avoid.

Additionally these variant cats are labeled as Maine Coon mixes on their pedigrees but if you trace the pedigree back it doesn’t tell you what that other breed is, the data is omitted missing.

There are other situations where someone may produce off standard cats where it isn’t a red flag and has no detriment to the animals health, in particular outcross programs to improve genetic diversity may result in this.

This is a Havana Brown from Broghill Cattery. You might notice he is not, infact, brown (chocolate).

This is because he’s a 2nd generation outcross, his dam is also black and is a 1st generation outcross. The Havana Brown is an uncommon breed and these outcross programs are essential to maintain the breeds health.

There are also individuals who outcross with the intent of introducing off-standard colors into their breed of choice for… whatever reason. This is always controversial and can result in heated discussions within the fancy but, breed preservation aside, is it bad?

Eh, personal tastes aside… it can be done right.

The breeder should be transparent about where the disqualifying trait comes from, ideally it should be a generally healthy breed and one that doesn’t completely contradict standard.

The goal should also be to overall preserve breed type by crossing back to the desired breed with the only ‘incorrect’ trait being the new color/pattern.

[foreverinadais]

forehead kisses: mk system

summary: how and when the moon knight system give you forehead kisses.

warnings: fluff (i swear this was therapy to write), tiny bit of angst but not between the reader and the boys :)

word count: 1.8k

~STEVEN~

The tears had gathered in your waterline as soon as you reached the door. Something about this place, this flat, offered a sense of home you had never had. The familiarity alone made you feel safe enough to cry.

You tapped the door, a weak attempt of a knock, but Steven heard, had been waiting by the door since you had messaged you had left. A bright beam was on his face, a soft glisten in his eyes as he swung the door open, ready to bear hug you into his arms. But his expression faltered at the sight of yours; watery eyes, lip trembling, body hunched in defeat.

He didn’t say anything as he took your hand in his own, leading you through the doorway, nudging the door shut with his foot. You followed meekly; his hand soft, warm. Your grip tightened. He noticed immediately.

“D’you want to talk about?” He asked, voice so soft, so gentle, it made you want to crumble. You shook your head, not a no, just a not yet. He nodded in understanding, taking your work bag off you, placing it on the side, before getting to work on ridding you of your jacket. All in a silence so comfortable, it made the thoughts begin to dissipate in your head.

He led you to the sofa, sitting down and leading you to do the same- you did. “C’mere,” he whispered, “need’t hold you. Can I hold you, my love?” You nodded, and as soon as your body met his, the dam broke. He tutted, but not at you; at whatever it was that had caused you any kind of pain. One hand stroked up your back, the other cradled your head into his shoulder.

“ ‘s okay, let it all out, there you go.” You did, all the pent up emotion of the day, week, coming out all at once to him. And when your sobs subsided to sniffles, he was there, still.

“ ‘m sorry.” You croaked, releasing yourself from his grip, only slightly, only to wipe at your eyes. He was already there, swiping a stray tear away with his thumb, a concerned look evident in the lines between his eyes.

“Whatever for?”

“I didn’t want to cry, not to you. I didn’t want to ruin your day and now I have and ‘s not fair-”

“Don’t be silly, baby. You didn’t ruin anythin’, you never have, ever. I want you to cry to me. I would do anythin’ to be the one you cry too for the rest of time, ’kay?” You sniffled, looking down from his gaze, nodding hesitantly. “Hey, lemme see your wonderful face. Missed you.” He demanded, but his tone was light, cheeky.

You obliged, the first smile since entering his flat appearing on your lips. He grinned in triumph, pulling you in for a kiss, then another, and another. You giggled, his name leaving your lips with a laugh. “I love you.” You whispered, and he could swear his heart reinvented itself every time those words left your lips.

“I love you more. Promise.” You hit his chest in joke protest, but he caught your hand in his, pulling you back into his body. His breath fanned over your head, and you swore your heart sang as he pressed a firm, sure, loving kiss onto your forehead. A sigh of contentment left you, and you felt your body finally relax. “Now, tell me about your day, sweetheart.”

~MARC~

You had looked after him plenty of times before. Cleaned up his wounds, bandaged his cuts, leaving affirmations and soft touches in your path. Marc accepted it, though he would never admit just how much he needed your touch. He would never ask for it.

Especially not today.

When Marc had stumbled through the door at a late hour, muttering under his breath with irritation, you knew instantly the type of day he had. You put the bookmark in your book, placing it on the side before swinging out of bed. You never slept until you knew he was safe, until he was back with you.

Marc had his back turned away from you, lost in thought, or argument, struggling with his jacket before hanging it up. You called his name softly, enough to break through the wall in his mind, and he turned instantly.

“Oh, baby.” You whispered at the sight of his bruised eye and bust lip. He shrugged, laughing, but you could tell it wasn’t in humour. “What happened?” Marc sighed, shaking his head, coming close to you, but not close enough. You filled the gap immediately, running a hand through his curls before cupping his jaw.

“You should see the other guy.” You smiled, rolling your eyes.

“You say that every time.”

“ ‘s true.” You rose an eyebrow, a silent encouragement to get him to continue, to be serious. He sighed again, dropping his gaze form your own. “Got jumped by three of Harrow’s guys. Fought them off alright, but they managed to get a few hits.”

“You fought them off? You did good, why are you feeling bad?” He knew you didn’t mean physically.

“Cause I almost didn’t! ‘s, I don’t know, embarrassing. Konshu would be pissed off and…” he trailed off, but you encouraged him with a gentle grab of his hand. “Don’t wanna bother you.”

“What?” He seemed exasperated, and you ran your thumb over the skin of his palm, feeling his heartbeat increase.

“When I come back… hurt, or whatever, it’s you that has to deal with it. ‘s not fair, not for you. I just, I wanna give you the best, baby. Feel like I don’t do that.”

“Oh, Marc.” You whispered, sympathy and care dripping off your tone. “You could never bother me, ever. I hate seeing you hurt, but I love caring for you, I’ll do it happily. Because I love you.” He didn’t seem convinced, and you tipped is gaze up to meet yours. It was rare you were in charge of such intimate actions, and it made his heart skip a beat, his mouth run dry. “You give me the best every day. Promise.”

“Don’t deserve you.” He muttered quietly, but you caught it, crumpled it up, threw it away.

“ s’not true at all.” He sighed once more, playing with your fingers, yearning for your touch. You heard him silently, tugging his hand toward the bed. “Let’s lie down, yeah?” He nodded, stifling a yawn as you got comfy under the covers, him not far behind.

He didn’t reach for you like he normally did, not when he felt so vulnerable. No, you reached for him, pulling him to you. He gripped your waist tightly; afraid you’d vanish if he let go for even a millisecond.

“How’s your head, baby?” You asked, and he hummed.

“ ‘s fine. Hurts a little, but ‘m fine now.” You smiled, reaching down, moving the stray curls out the way before planting a kiss on his forehead. His skin flushed, heart stopping at the action. You repeated it once, twice more for good measure, repeating ‘I love you’ so it stuck.

Marc felt his eyes shut, consumed by your love, finally feeling at peace.

~JAKE~

Jake had been anxiously awaiting for you in his car for well over an hour. He had dropped you off with a kiss and soft words of praise, and you had told him he didn’t need to hang around, that you’d call when you were finished. But after you had left, he found himself staying. Not wanting to miss as you came out, so he could be there for any and every reaction you had.

So that he could celebrate you or comfort you- he didn’t think for a minute it would be the latter.

But your nerves had transferred over to him, leaving a pit in his chest. He knew you should get this job; you had worked your ass off ever since he had known you. He was ready to march in and show or tell that to anyone who didn’t agree.

He glanced at the clock again, a profanity leaving his mouth at the time. He felt such an intense urge for you, to see you and kiss you and know you were okay. He wished for your success well over his own. Like, it only mattered if you were happy, if you got your dreams- you had scolded him for thinking that more times than he could count.

Jake jumped at the sound of the passenger door opening. Fuck, he had zoned out, lost in the thoughts of you, like he usually was. You were there now, scrambling into the passenger seat, eyes lit up and wild. He didn’t have to ask because you were already exclaiming - “I got it! I got the job!”

A sound of utter happiness and pride left Jake, and he felt his heart beam as you practically leapt into his arms, ignoring the way the gear shift dug into your thighs as you settled in his lap. Jake held you close to him, praise and love falling from his lips as though it was all he could ever say to you. Your body radiated warmth- as though you were the sun personified.

Jake pulled away, kissing all over your face; your cheeks, your jaw, your eyelids, eventually your lips. You laughed, happily accepting, feeling dizzy all over again. “ ‘m so fucking proud of you.” He said, pulling away, a look of sincerity etched into his features you had never seen before. You smiled gratefully, emotion rising in your throat as you thanked him, hands in his hair. “Seriously. Tan orgulloso- so proud.”

“Thank you, Jake. I couldn’t have done any of this without your support-”

“Na-uh, this was all you. All you, mi amor.” He kissed you again, and you sighed with joy.

“Love you.” You murmured, and he grinned, face heating as if he had never heard you say it before.

“Te amo. Love you so much.” You spent a moment, then, staring at each other, taking in the serene moment. His eyes scanned every inch of your face, desperate to keep this memory of you forever. Smiling, proud of yourself, thighs squeezing his legs, hands in his hair. Fuck, it was everything he could ever wish for.

Lost in the thought, he cupped the back of your neck, bringing you down softly so that your forehead was level with his lips. He kissed the skin, lips lingering, taking in the moment. Your breath hitched. You had kissed him countless times, even just in the car, but somehow, this moment felt so intimate, you could hardly breathe.

He noted your flustered expression as he pulled away, tipping your chin up with his fingers. “Now, how should we celebrate?” You grinned, wasting no time before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. “Good plan.”

[celestialprincesse]

HIIIIIII!!

I was thinking reader whos always very emotional (basically a crybaby) and simon who hasnt cried since a LONG ASS time

Cuz im a very emotional person and im like crying at every chance i get and then i have a friend who hasnt cried since 5th grade pls hes an unfeeling fuck who says i could fill a tank with those tears he somehow reminds me of simon i cried like an hour ago and he just told me to stfu😭;-;

Hey baby!💕 Controversial opinion, but I lowkey think that Simon is a sucker for a good cry, he just doesn't often engage with things that make him overly emotional. I think he's definitely a little awkward about it, especially having spent much of his life in an environment where being overly emotional isn't always looked upon fondly, but he's not ashamed of it. If anything, I think he's almost proud? Like he's secure enough in himself to get a little weepy when he watches movies with dogs dying in them or when his partner tells him that they're pregnant. He's not like a big cryer by any means, no wailing sobs and snotty noses for him. He's definitely just the type to get teary, but he's not ashamed! Nuh uh!

When they hand him a pregnancy test, he freaks the fuck out at first, and his partner is already welling up, pregnancy hormones and just general lack of a dam to stop the waterworks leaving them pretty much perpetually emotional, be the tears from stress or joy or anger. They're pretty much always crying. Simon makes sure to buy a box of tissues every time he runs to the grocery store. He doesn't even realise he's crying until he sees the look of panic on their already flushed face, and he can't help but let out a little choked sob as they come and wrap him up in their arms, his hand resting inadvertently on the nonexistent swell of their tummy, where his child is growing. His baby. Their baby.

Obviously his partner is torn halfway between shitting themself and being utterly elated. They know that parenthood is a touchy subject for him given his past, and his current career, and they understand that having a baby is a terrifying thought for him. Simon has done happy tears, tears of grief and tears of anger. Tears of happiness though? Feeling so beyond content that he cries? That's a new milestone.

[irregular-child]

Ok so...

me and @whitetape were hanging out the other day, and all of a sudden he pops up and asks me...

"Is it taboo to have a picture of an omega in their nest?"

Yes, my loves, we're discussing the omegaverse!

We chatted for a while and came to the following conclusions

TABOOS:

It is not taboo to have a picture of an omega in their nest, if the omega consented

An empty nest without an omega in it , with the omega's consent, is ok but looked at weird

It is ok to post a picture of an omega in their nest, but is seen as nsfw and more conservative types think its not ok, irregardless of the omega's state of dress

It's seen as never ok to post an empty nest outside of a nsfw/fetish context

BUT

There are parts of the internet where people post nest pics in an aesthetic way

Advice columns/reddit asks/etc

Though these are usually nests posted by the omegas that own them

There are some exceptions, such as non-omega parents with omega children

These are usually asking for advice or help with helping their children build nests

BEHAVIOR:

Nests were traditionally seen as an omega only thing, and kinda still are, but as time goes on, acceptance grows for non-omegas building nests

There are usually children of omegas who miss the sensation of nesting with their dams, or people very close to their omegas with the same motivation

The acceptance exists but non-omegas nesting seen as different to omegas nesting

The act of nesting for omegas is inherently instinct driven behavior

While the act of nesting for non-omegas is seen as more of a comforting act, the same as a child sucking their thumb

CULTURAL NORMS:

The typical timeline of an omega inviting their partner into their nest varies from omega to omega

But culturally in the west, the typical expected timeline is 3-4 months into the relationship

There are some non-omegas, generally alphas, who are pushy about it since its commonly seen as a trust thing

Though the real shitbags will twist it into a "you don't love me" thing

This 3-4 month mark is where a lot of people end relationships

For those who make it past that, the 2 1/2-3 year mark is usually when the omega allows their partner to start referring to it as "their nest" instead of just the omega's

This could happen as early as 1 year into the relationship, some couples go 10 years together without talking about it, but 2 1/2-3 years is the norm

Most omegas take the subtle approach of slipping it into conversation, as to not spook their partners for various reasons

Though some do prefer to have a conversation about it

NESTS:

Typically, nests are made of the basic materials of blankets, pillows, and scented clothes

The scents may be from a romantic partner, close friends, family members, pack members, etc

It just has to be from someone the omega holds dear

Other materials/nest behaviors vary on an omega to omega basis

Some omegas like having stuffed animals in their nest, some see it as childish

Some omegas keep any important items, no matter the material (laptops, notebooks, water bottes, meds, etc), others have a strictly soft items nest

Some omegas eat in their nests, others don't even drink water in their nests

Some omegas clean all nests materials at once, others stagger different materials at different times

Some omegas allow pets in their nests, others keep them out

These preferences can also cause the end of relationships, especially in omega/omega relationships

A good portion of omega/omega relationships sleep in separate nests/beds/rooms

Other than partners, generally only dams and younger, non-omega siblings are allowed in an omega's nest

However, behavior towards non-omegas being in nests are finnicky in general

Betas are generally ok, up to presentation

Alphas are generally kicked out around age 7, since its the age when gender roles are more heavily cemented in children

We will be back folks! Next time with presentation worldbuilding! :D

[wellgoslowly]

Hello! I was wondering if I can get a request please. The reader works for Lockwood and Co but she has the complete opposite personality of what Lockwood has (ex: reader is more of listener rather than a talker and when she is around new people she is more on the quiet side until she gets comfortable around them) and Lockwood falls for the reader. Thank you!

Ain't a Life a Many Splendored Thing?

a/n: a bit of a shorter post but I think I might make it into a series!! I loved this prompt and I loved writing it sm!!! it's not much but I didn't want to write more before knowing if yall would want a part 2 :) also yes the title is from hello hello by elton john from the hit movie gnomeo and juliet.

pairing: lockwood x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none :)

tags: @hufflepuff1619 (thank you for the request!) @oblivious-idiot @tangledinlove @ikeasupremacy @givemea-dam-break @neewtmas [if u guys want to be put on a tag list just lmk in the comments!!! also if i missed anyone im sorry!!!!]

The moment that you stepped into 35 Portland Row for your interview, it was obvious to everyone that Lockwood was a goner.

You two were clearly exact opposites- where he was confident and cocky, you seemed more reserved and humble. Where he was reckless, you seemed calculated and exact. And it was now evident that while he found it natural to talk in order to prevent awkward silences around new people (especially those whom he found to be very attractive), you were perfectly comfortable with listening to him ramble.

“And right up here is the attic.” He was saying now as the two of you climbed up the creaking stairs. “You've met Lucy, obviously- this is her room. And yours as well, if you choose to live here.” He watched you take in the room, filled with Lucy's drawings and scarce decorations on the walls, your eyes lingering on the small bed hastily shoved in the corner. He looked at you with apprehension, admittedly a little worried that you would turn to him and say that you'd changed your mind and reject the employment offer.

Instead, you turned to him with a slight smile on your face and said, “Is it ok with Lucy? If I stay here?” Instantly, Lockwood was filled with relief. “It was her idea, actually.” He said softly, watching you nod in understanding. “Alright then.” You said, a sense of finality in your voice. Lockwood smiled and watched as you walked to set the small bag of belongings you had taken to your interview on top of your new bed. “I'll leave you to it, then. Dinner should be ready soon.” He said to you. You didn't respond, but Lockwood wasn't worried- he knew exactly what your soft smile was meant to convey.

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“Lockwood, I just- I don't know if she fits here.” It had been only 3 days after you had officially joined Lockwood & Co., but Lockwood wasn't necessarily surprised by the remark George threw him from across the table that morning. You and Lucy were asleep, still tired after facing an infuriating ambush from a large cluster of Type Ones while on a Type Two case.

“What do you mean, George?” Lockwood asked as he took a sip of his tea. “I mean, she's just so quiet. She never speaks, and when she does it's either in one word responses or a couple phrases- even then, she mostly only ever talks to you. I'm just worried about how well she'll be able to communicate in the future.” George explained, his hands moving wildly about.

“You haven't seen her in the field, George- she's brilliant. Her sight is comparable to mine, and her touch… it's like Lucy with her Listening. Yes, she's a bit… reserved, but I'm sure she just needs to warm up to us, is all.” Lockwood smiled at his friend as he took another sip of tea, peeling open the front page of a new issue of True Hauntings.

“Don't think I didn't notice how you avoided the comment about how she only seems to talk to you.” George grumbled, taking a bite out of a piece of toast. Lockwood didn't look up from the text on the page in front of him as he mumbled a soft “I don't know what you're talking about.” George scoffed in response, starting to say something that sounded a lot like “you're clearly gone for her, why do I even try”, when you walked in, hair amess and blinking sleep out of your eyes.

The kitchen fell into immediate silence, George's face flushing in embarrassment as you looked at him, your expression unreadable. “If you're going to talk about me, you could at least do it while I'm around.” Lockwood looked up at that as he didn't notice you silently entering the kitchen. He took in your sleep-addled state and the look of fear in George's eyes. And then you were softly smiling. “I was joking, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.” You said before sitting down next to Lockwood.

George snorted. “I think that's the most you've said to me the entire time you've been here.” George said, apparently taking your joke to heart. Lockwood softly kicked George under the table, but you just laughed a little.

Deciding to change the subject, Lockwood turned to you with a smile. “I'm sorry for him. What he meant to say was good morning. Would you like some tea?” You smiled at Lockwood, and he was hit with the thought that it mightve been the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. “Yes, please.” You responded. Lockwood nodded, getting up to turn the kettle on once more.

The morning passed like that- you and George softly trading barbs with one another, Lockwood making you your tea and toast, and Lucy stumbling in once you were almost done with breakfast and mumbling a “gmornin” to you and the boys. Soon, the discussion turned from an easygoing conversation over breakfast and lapsed into a more serious discussion as Lockwood started explaining the cases that you all had scheduled for that night.

You and Lockwood would be going out to a house that was reported to contain a Type Two and a couple Type Ones, George would be staying home to do some research for a bigger case the four of you had coming up the next week (he had also gotten injured a couple of days ago and his wound hadn't fully healed), and Lucy would be going to an office afflicted by a couple Type Ones.

Lockwood had been too busy dishing out the information for the night's events to realize that you hadn't been talking. It was only after Lucy and George had nodded in understanding and set out to set their own respective tasks- Lucy heading down to the basement and George getting ready to go to the Archives- when Lockwood looked to you and realized that you had been drawing on the Thinking Cloth the entire time.

He leaned over slightly, watching as you drew a small landscape on a tiny piece of empty space with a green pen that Lockwood wasn't sure he had ever seen before. He smiled as you drew, watching the concentration on your face. “Did you hear the cases for tonight?” He asked softly, watching the quirk at the corner of your lips.

“George is doing research, Lucy's got a couple of Type Ones, and you and me have got the Type Two.” You clicked your pen, signaling that you were finished with your drawing, and then you turned to look at Lockwood. “How'd I do?” You asked softly. “With the cases, or the drawing?” You shrugged, a look in your eyes that told him “both.” He smiled. “Excellent.” He whispered, making you smile.

Eventually, the two of you migrated from the kitchen to the library. Lockwood sat in his favorite armchair, surveying a stack of recent magazines as he decided which one to read first. You left the room quickly, and Lockwood frowned at your departure as he settled into the chair with a week old gossip rag.

But as quickly as you left, you had returned, a book in your hand as you sat down in the chair next to Lockwood. You two sat there for a while, Lockwood taking breaks to explain to you different London Society news while you happily listened and Lockwood smiling to himself every time you reached a point in your book that made you laugh or make some sort of exclamation of disbelief.

He was content, he realized, to just sit there and exist by your side. While he normally felt the need to make his presence known, to charm and impress anyone he might’ve just met, he found that he was very happy to just sit and read with you.

An hour or so later, Lockwood decided that he wanted to go down to the basement and get some training in before the case that night. He was about to ask you if you'd care to join before he noticed that you had fallen asleep, arms curled around your legs and head laying peacefully against the cushioning of the chair. He smiled as he closed his magazine, getting up slowly and draping a blanket over you without a sound.

As Lockwood walked out of the library, he realized that George had been right. Not about you not fitting in- no, you had definitely proven George wrong. Instead, he was forced to admit that George might've been right about Lockwood being gone for you.

hehehe thanks for reading!!! I just put in my 2 weeks at my soul sucking part time job so I'll hopefully have more motivation to work on these hehe!!! I'll also be making a masterlist very soon- I've been meaning to do that for a while

also if yall want a part 2, pls lmk! I loved writing this and I think I could do a lot more w it hehehehe. anywhom if you've read this far, thank you for reading!!! love u!

mwah, linnie

[disasterfandoms]

Misery Loves the Brave || A Jack Gibson Imagine

@tinfoilhat2719​ requested: “ Hey! Can i make a request for the newest episode of station 19 for jack Gibson? Reader and Jack are engaged and the reader is a trauma surgeon at Grey Sloan. She is with Bailey and Webber when dean comes in the ambulance and she’s worried and thinks it’s jack at first, until she sees it’s dean. she tries to comfort Jack but he distances himself from her and goes back to work. Later that night after both of their shifts he breaks down in her arms cause he’s afraid he’s gonna lose her because he lost everyone else in his life and she’s just there to reassure him it will be okay “

A/N: So this request has been sitting in my drafts for a year or two, because I never knew exactly how to start it, or how I wanted it to go. Jack is my favorite character on Station 19, and I hope to this, and him, justice.

TW: mentioned major character death

You could feel your heart in your throat as you realized what your colleague, Dr Bailey, was pointing out.

Someone was dead in that ambulance, and chances are, it could be your fiancé, or another member of his team.

You hated days like this, where you had to work on one of the members of the family you and Jack have built over the years. It always felt like someone was taking a knife to your chest, and twisting it which each sign that it wasn’t looking good for your friend, for your coworker.

You felt like you remembered how to breathe when you saw Jack jump out of those ambulance doors, relief rushing through your body. “Jack,” you spoke warmly, stopping when you saw he couldn’t look at you, he couldn’t look at anyone.

Someone you love was in the back of that ambulance... you just didn’t expect it to be Dean.

You let out a gasp when you saw the man’s lifeless body, the tube going down his throat, and the burns around his face. You looked back at Jack, moving to him, silently placing a hand on his shoulder. Unfortunately you knew he wouldn’t break, not now, not until you two were alone. “I’m so sorry Jack,” you whispered, swallowing the emotions down as he nodded, moving with you inside the building, to check on his other friends.

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Going home was a challenge for the both of you. You were dedicated to your work, and wanted to tie up all loose ends before you left the hospital, especially when it came to the firefighters you operated on that day.

But when it was time, you left the hospital, and headed home, where Jack was waiting on the porch step, unable to go inside. 

“Hey,” you smiled, moving to sit beside him, relaxing as he instantly wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He stayed quite for a while, taking in the calmness in the air.

“Everyone always leaves,” he eventually whispered, swallowing as a tear fell down his face.

“I haven’t, and I won’t,” you whispered, taking his other hand into yours. “Not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me,” you joked, smiling when a low chuckle came from the man beside you.

“Dean is... was my best friend, Y/N,” he whispered, “I don’t know what to do with him gone.”

“Honor his memory,” you spoke quietly, looking up at him. “Take care of yourself, and help out your friends, especially Vic. Be the type of man he knew you are.”

He nodded, finally letting the dam break, sobbing onto your shoulder. You moved to hug him tightly, whispering apologies over and over again, trying to comfort the man.

You only hoped this wouldn’t break him.

[ena341polaris]

@arcana-twilight-official

The Atrw boys not canon (but could be) favorite foods, hobbies ect.

Warning: Can be inappropriate to some people.

Arcturus

Foods

Arcturus would eat lots of things but not like "weird" things in a sense. He wouldn't eat things like bugs or black licorice (like some psychopath that has destroyed multiple towers). Also he would not ever eat lamb. Never, if you put a cooked piece of lamb (even if it was cooked to perfection) he would not eat it. As for drinks, he drinks only caprisuns and danimals.

Hobbies

Arcturus, as we know, like to crochet and cook. He also probably likes to go to petting zoo's, not all of the time but I feel like when hes out on a scout he would stop by a petting zoo. But only petting zoos that had sheep. Arcky would also probably play sports, like baseball and soccer but he spuldnt be good or bad he would just be like "okay" persay.

Spica

Foods

Coffee grounds

Coffee

Coffee grounds

Latte

Starbucks

Tiramisu

Coffee

Coffee

Alpheratz's misery

Coffee

Coffee

Coffee

Coffee

Hobbies

Spica does horse riding, but he probably just does every now and again when he has time. He also probably has the longest lasting library member-ship known to man, every single library in Bound Arlyn knows him and he has a membership in all of them. He also probably likes to organize things a lot as well. But I dont understand why he doesnt sleep... to much and he also probably like bickering with alpheratz every now and again just because.

(He makes out with alpheratz all the time. That's why hes not sleeping)

Pollux

Foods

Pollux is picky, obviously, and his go-to item at a restaurant is chicken nuggets with fries and ketchup, you cannot convince me otherwise. He also probably strictly drinks juice like caprisuns and other juice brands. Although, I imagine Pollux would eat all different types of sweets, hes not picky at all when it comes to sweets actually. You could put a moldy doughnut in front of him and he would eat it no question.

Hobbies

Hes probably a youtuber or influencer of some sort. He also probably does prank cams where he draws on Alpheratz's face when hes sleeping. He also is a minecraft kid. Don't ask why. He plays minecraft daily and he has a creeper plushie on his bed and maybe a keychain of an iron golem on his backpack. He also plays Mario games, especially Mario Kart with you and Arcturus!

Karaoke

Vega

Foods

Have any of you noticed that Vega only eats mushed food? Like he eats those go go squeeze apple sauce packets and ice cream which is essentially all mushed food. I imagine him eating baby food (I'm sorry) but like he probably does. He also probably eats popsicles. He also eats mainly fruit based things as if he were a fruit bat.

Hobbies

Gymnastics

Baby girl-ing

Being a cutie patootie

Fencing and sparring

Karaoke

Anything that summoner does, says, breath, eats, looks at, smells, tastes, touches, notices, acknowledges, mentions, talks about, feels, looks at and comprehends.

Summoner

Being talked to by summoner

Being looked at by summoner

Being touched by summoner

Sirius

Foods

Souls of the dammed.

Misery of those around him.

Spiders, centipedes and other insects and reptiles

Other people (probably)

Dirt

Rocks

Sand

Metal

Your pet cat/dog or you siblings

Hobbies

Blowing places up

Stalking people

Pranks

Blowing places up

Shooting the innocent summoner

Target practice

Murder

Genocide

Burglary

Assault

Battery

Theft

War crimes

Alpheratz

Foods

Eats normally but in a more elegant rich type of way.

Really expensive foods and meals.

Hobbies

Sleeping

Zzzzzzzzzz 😴😴😴😴

Making out with spica

😴😴😴😴😴😴

Running away from Schedar

Sleeping

Sleeping

Shaming pollux for being short

Sleeping but this time on top of summoner

😴😴😴😴😴😴😴

[bibibbon]

Nobara has so much wasted potential

Oh the jjk queen of wasted potential and what could of been one of the best female leads in shonen but dam did that fail so badly.

Hot take but Iam not fully against nobara actually being dead and not coming back but if that happens/ if it was geges intentions I don't think he did it well considering that characters like maki and Gojo just forgot about her. Her impact in the story also seems to have lessened significantly and we would be lucky if yuji thinks about her whereas we have nothing from megumi's side of the story.

Nobara first starts of as a character that is quite ambitious and ignorant. This can be explained from the fact that she comes from a quite,secluded and small village, a village that she hated the traditions of and felt somewhat trapped in. These feelings are what influenced her desire to travel and go to the city. She got the opportunity to travel and study Jujutsu in Tokyo Japan and took it. She then chose to enjoy life and create new memories leaving the village behind. That doesn't mean that she forgot about fumi or saori rather she is reminded of them through her Jujutsu work.

Gege is great at presenting nobara as an ambitious teenage girl who just does whatever she pleases. There are multiple scenes where we see nobara casually vibing with itadori and heck being a bit bossy (a she should) and just having overall fun around her friends. Nobara is very protective of those that she cares about and this is further emphasised when she is shown to care and like maki whereas she hates and dislikes mai. When momo is describing the stuff that mai had to go through she dismisses it saying that she doesn't truly care for it because she doesn't like Mai but we see her have a talk with yuji before the fight saying that they should help maki. We see nobara being sympathetic over what maki had to go through and heck even trash on zenin traditions yet Mai doesn't get this treatment from nobara. I personally find this to be an interesting writing choice, it shows just how protective nobara is of the people that she cares but how cruel (it's not the right word but similar to it) she can be to others that she doesn't care for.

I have mixed feelings when it comes to the nobara and momo interaction. Momo, a second year reveals the reality of the jutusu society to nobara. Due to nobara's closed of upbringing and her naivety she does come of as ignorant in this situation. Momo talks about the inequality and misogyny plaguing Jujutsu society and how that has affected both maki and Mai. Nobara does acknowledge the inequality and harshness that maki faces and she also acknowledges Mai's yet she states that she can't bring herself to be empathetic or really care for mai considering that she hates her. Nobara's response to this situation is quite ignorant but it is to be expected after all she is a 16 year old who is sheltered to the truth of Jujutsu society by her late grandma who was rightfully against her joining jujustu high. So she makes this into a woman Vs men type of thing and her response is how she loves herself and does whatever and whenever. In my opinion this is an alright and flawed response, it could of foreshadowed that this is something she needs to work on. Gege could of used nobara's character as one that tries to fully understand the idea of feminism and not the heavily teenage marketed girl boss feminism that she seems to take on board and care for, yet he doesn't.

I love that nobara has such a strong character, she isn't afraid to show what she is thinking and she will do whatever, whenever while also deeply caring for those close to her. That doesn't mean she doesn't have her own flaws, she is heavily ignorant in certain areas and can come if as unsympathetic towards those she doesn't like it care for like Mai.

The idea that nobara cares deeply for others is displayed throughout the series especially through her ideology and understanding of life. Nobara only has enough space in her heart to care for those that she likes and views her life as a bus ride where there are seats for people she cares for and they live life with her. She says this to yuji after they defeat the painting womb brothers and we see a clash between yuji and nobara's ideals. Nobara however states that some stuff that happens in her life are out of her control and that there are people who come in and intrude brining their own chair into her life and joining, becoming a core member of her life like yuji itadori. This ideology comes up again before her 'death' where we see her surrounded by loved ones sitting on chairs but also see many empty chairs which could symbolise how many other people she has a space to care for in her heart or how the chairs will never be filled with people considering her death.

Nobara will do anything for the people that she cares for. This can be seen where she is willing to keep megumi's secret from yuji so he isn't hurt by the knowledge that it's sukunas fault for the painting womb incident or how she seems to fully want to murder mahito and says that she hates him for hurting her loved ones aka Yuji. Nobara has also been seen protecting maki and being very sympathetic towards her. Also in shibuya nobara was heavily concerned for nitta and Gojo after hearing what happened.

I also love the platonic relationship between nobara and itadori. How they met for two weeks and his death had a huge impact on her or how she got violently upset at how momo was dehumanising yuji and labeling him a curse. This is also reciprocated by yuji who full on started to sob after her death, how she was one of the reasons why he was going to get revenge or how he felt guilty for having fun with Hana and thinking about how he might be replacing nobara. their platonic relationship is everything to me !!!!! And I love seeing them goof of together.

That is to say that I think nobara and megumi's relationship is heavily underdeveloped on the other hand. Yes, they do have their moments but they are few to none. I admit that nobara and megumi got a chance to bond after yujis death and they seemed to do that, they also had their moments in chapter 64 with osawa and trying to figure out if yuji has a gf, megumi also trusted her enough to tell her about his theory of the attacks being sukunas fault and he trusted her to keep it a secret. However, other than that they don't have many moments which is a shame.

Now there are two ways nobara's character arc could of went. Both of them could of been beautifully written if gege actually tried to focus on her, however I do prefer option 2.

She actually has a canonically confirmed death in shibuya. Nobara would be the first jjk character to actually have the "perfect death" well this is from nobara's view anyway. From nobara's view she has done everything that she wanted to do, she got to explore and do what she wanted, yes there are things that she didn't get to achieve like meeting up with fumi and saori again but most of her life she did what she wanted to do and that was enough for her. Her death can also be the first death that doesn't actually curse anyone, heck many characters died and their last words harmed a character one way or another even if nanami never intended for his death to harm yuji. It still burdened him since he took nanami's pain and he vowed to take on said burden. Nobara on the other hand only wanted yuji to tell everyone that it wasn't that bad, she had a good life that was cut at a bad time. Nobara's death also could of been a parallel to haibara and representing the death of innocence within the younger generation of Jujutsu society, her death also makes her more tragic. Nobara never got to grow up, she never got to do what she wanted to do or she never never never got to develop out of her less desirable characteristics like her ignorance and developing a better understanding of feminism. Nobara also never got to become a strong sorcerer and so much more. Her death creates a what if scenario for the readers where we know that none of it will happen because she is dead and confirmed to be so. If her death was cannonically confirmed by gege we would of also gotten a scene where all of her Jujutsu sorcerer friends actually get to have a proper reaction to it and where yuji can at least share her last words to the others. I always hated how her death was basically unconfirmed and she just ended up being forgotten about with no one including her closest friends like maki not having any reaction over it. We got something in chapter 143 but it wasn't even a confirmation and honestly didn't serve nobara any justice. Also a cannonically confirmed death would of made ch 210 where yuji is worried for replacing nobara more impactful and would of given us a proper insight to how yuni is grieving nobara's death, how he thinks thay he is being selfish enjoying himself while nobara is dead and he couldn't do anything, heck he didnt even manage to kill mahito. Also, we would of gotten a proper burial or had a little sentimental scene where Jujutsu high/ nobara's friends make a little memorial for her.

She manages to come back and joins the fight later on. Iam all for nobara waking up after shibuya and developing RCT when she needed it the most considering that in dire situations someone has developed RCT like higumara. Nobara manages to come back and considering that she didn't get the perfect death because she came back is ironic and I really like it. Now not many people know that she came back aside from a handful at the beginning like shoko. She then tries to join back with the others yet shoko encourages her to act from the shadows and just overall act from behind. Nobara witnesses yaga's death and hears about yuta being sent to kill yuji. She then decides to go and explore what the higher ups are doing and if theres a way she can help and get Gojo out. During that mission she meets Yuki tsumoko and they have a talk, nobara talks about her CT and Yuki talks about her studies of the soul. I like to think that they would of developed a mentor and student relationship with nobara being a higher up spy and sharing information to Yuki when needed. Nobara heard of the culling games and sees what's happening from the outside, she hears of what happend to megumi and tsumiki and feels bad for them. she ends up leaving the higher ups and going back to her hometown hoping that her grandma maybe left something that can help her or she can find out something by going back to her roots. She enters and goes back home, there she reunites with her parents and they tell her what her grandma was doing and the full extent to what the straw doll technique can do especially if embedded with RCT. She takes what she finds from her grandma and makes her way back to Jujutsu high after learning that Gojo has been unsealed. As she travels she meets many reincarnated sorcerers and learns from them various things like how Kenny managed to bring them back or what he plans to do or what sukuna is up to in general. With all of this information she goes back to Jujutsu high and by the time she arrives it's a day before the battle or the day of the battle. Nobara has a reunion with her friends and informs them of what she learnt. With the last finger in gojos possession both yuta and nobara half the finger. Yuta consumes it to develop sukunas CT and nobara is going to use it to weaken sukuna and attack the soul with itadori. She is also helping shoko with the injured by using a bit of her RCT. When arriving back she learns of yukis death and the truth as to what fully happend when she was gone. Throughout her journeys nobara ends up learning of different things and honestly has her views challenged many times. Her time working for the higher ups with a scar on her eye has made it difficult and she comes to understanding of what momo was talking about and learns how truly corrupt and unfair Jujutsu society is.

I love nobara she genuinely had so much potential and I hate how the narrative treats her. Heck I don't care if she is dead or alive gege could of and should of given her better than this!!!

[camila-tyrell]

Only a few days after the 2024 presidential election, I am strangely feeling more at peace than I thought I would be. Not to say I don't think the US is f'cked in more ways than one for years to come, but rather that the doom in the horizon has left me looking around me and appreciating things I never did before. First of all, I don't think I have ever felt as much appreciation for Black people, especially Black women, as I do right now. Seeing the numbers for their turnout votes, seeing their work for Kamala and their presence at her rallies, and their passion and work for her was awe inspiring. I know the rest of the country messed up and let them down (my own Latino men & women included), and did not turn up as much as they should have, but dam, seeing Black people come together filled me with so much appreciation and love for them. Second of all I, selfishly, have a lot of newfound appreciation for California, the state in which I am lucky enough to be a part of. It ain't perfect, but it's home and I feel relatively safe in it, knowing that most people specially the ones in cities like the one I live in voted against the orange cheeto. I have never been the type to have "team spirit" for a sports team, or a state, or a school, or even a country to be honest. I thought those things were silly, but suddenly I find myself very proud and relieved to be a Californian. I'm also grateful for all the people who have kept on fighting/are preparing to fight. Immigration lawyers I have seen expressing their readiness to help should immigrants need it, people continuing to debate MAGA supporters and trying to make them join/at least understand us/our worries (I would never be able to do this as gracefully as many of them do), people who haven't stopped sharing Gaza newlines and trying to help them (AND acknowledged we live in a two party system, and should vote blue, never abstain or throw away a vote to third parties because we live in reality and not in fantasy land), and the many people in general just checking up on others, sharing helpful sites/numbers, and wishing others well. I hope this isn't too insensitive, seeing as I am aware many people are not lucky enough to be in places they feel safe in right now, but I do generally feel a sense of gratitude I did not expect to have after the rage and despair I felt at the results on Tuesday night. Anyways I'll end this long essay with my favorite LotR quote. A lot of you give me courage, and I'm grateful for that.

“Saruman believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps because I am afraid, and he gives me courage.”

[kariachi]

Oh look, more 'giving chars who never got to Impress babs' fic. How about some less social drama?

~~

She hadn’t been sleeping anyway.

A day of working with the other candidates on firestone sorting had left her dreams filled with fire, with screams, the type Silla’s antics and Teras’s affection couldn’t drive away. There had been nothing but the movement she always craved- pants, a tunic, her hair flying free as she ran paces between herdbeast paddocks. Enough to wear down the scream in her throat, dry tears she’d never shed, almost make a dent in her endless energy.

But that didn’t mean she’d welcomed the humming that had started. The demand that the people of Telgar gather in the Hatching Cavern, greet the hatching clutch.

Under normal circumstances she would have been a proper lady, would have walked back to the barracks and changed into better clothes.

That night she still smelt burning meat.

Teras draped across her shoulders as always, she had sent Silla back for ribbons. Took her time walking across the bowl, arranging her hair into a crown braid with practiced ease. Head held high, small, empty smile on her face, she made her way to the same seat she’d taken the last few wher hatchings. Telgar only allowed those they trusted with these eggs, since the wherlets would survive fine on their own, and that was nothing but a boon for stolen candidates.

She found she much preferred to be behind the walls.

The seats beside her were saved by Silla spreading out across them, waiting for Maksi and Thal to make their way over, done up as one should be for such an event. Neither mentioned her own attire, only shared a look, but Maksim’s arm was up around her shoulders even before she could rest her weight on his side. For them she could manage a real smile, not wide and bright as normal but enough to know she wasn’t dead or dying. Enough to allow for chatter about the boys’ dragons, for whispered gossip, Thal shaking his head affectionately as she and Maksi judged the attire of the candidates on the sands.

Guards, loyalists, done up far more erratically than the dragon candidates were made. Mostly the sort to care more about power and control than people, no one she would have chosen more than a dirty business relationship with. No one she would trust with the power a wher could offer. Especially not with the size of some of those eggs down there. She’d put her money on at least four bronzes, and on the dark thing in pride of place- like some aggravating power play, they’d have probably put it on a pedestal if anyone involved was bright enough to build one- being a blue, out of pure spite.

The whispers among them, around them, died down as the humming reached it’s peak, the first shell cracked. A bronze, of course, because the Weyr deserved good luck. Still, she smirked to see it walk right passed the violent dipshit who had been stood beside it, instead making it's way directly to it’s golden dam. It burned in her gut to watch her grant it affection, after that nightmare.

She made solid money on the whole mess, at least. Five bronzes by her count, most unbonded to her pleasure. In fact a lot of clutch went unbonded, and she had to wonder, as she glanced at the boys and caught the distant stares that denoted talking to their bondeds, if anyone else thought that noteworthy. Something to discuss later, mayhaps. But that damn dark egg, massive and cracked like scorched earth, refused to budge. The longer the hatching went on, the more that settled wrong with her. She’d been to enough of them, between Benden and Telgar, to know that golds always hatched late. They’d used it to claim their superiority in the Hall, that they had an innate sense of narrative.

Telgar Weyr, the Telgar Territory, did not need more gold whers.

But when had the universe truly cared what she wanted? She was lucky it liked her enough to keep her alive at this point.

It was almost suspicious, given how Telgar was, how normal the fresh new gold was when it finally arrived, shell falling away as it gave a languid, predatory stretch. Shining elder sisters took a half step forward. Telgar’s most loyal, strongest of will and mind, did the same from their sloppy circle around it. The bab shone in the dim light, burnished and bright in turn, as it took in all around it. Sands, siblings, candidates, stands.

Those around it may as well have not even existed as it made it’s way to the wall.

The stands fell silent. She felt Maksi’s arm tighten around her, her greens’ concern around the edges of her mind. The crowd froze as it climbed over the wall, started the walk up the stairs on unpracticed legs. A portion of the dragons stopped humming- she would bet money Zamanth, Shiko, and their clutchmates. Her endless fidgeting kicked up a half-notch, glad it was coming up the set nearer to her than the boys, angling herself between them in case it got violent. That certainly didn’t seem to be it’s plan, but she wasn’t one for risking her people, and it just kept climbing.

By the time it turned into their row- people pulling their legs up, loathe to touch it as it passed- Maksim’s grip was painful, Teras’s eyes whirling red.

She’d broken enough bones in her life that it’s (his) teeth sinking into her arm weren’t worth classing, especially not with the strong sense of partnershippossessionoursMine that filled her mind alongside those whirling eyes.

The burn was.

He leapt back, eyes solid yellow, mouth full of blood, as the pain hit her, as she clenched her teeth against the urge to shout, wrenched her arm away.

“Monie!” Dimly she heard Zamanth’s distressed bugle as Maksi pulled her near into his lap, and Thal surged forward. She pasted on a wider smile, shoved reassurances at her flits, at the gold, as their fear, worry, (guilt) crashed in on her. No words, just a tangled mass of confusion she did her best to cut through like a knife.

“Fine, darlings, no worries,” she lied, clutching her arm tight against her breast. After only a few seconds, it was already too much blood. She’d seen plenty enough wounds to know it was too much blood. The looks on her boys’, like she was dying in front of them (no, she was fine, if it meant they wouldn’t worry-), said they knew it too. The smile widened, a bigger, more obvious lie by the heartbeat, over teeth achingly tight. “Reaching healers would be nice though, if we could.”

The row seemed to empty out in front of them, Maksi’s hand clenched around her good arm as she murmured urges to calm at him. Thal calling to the healers who were already rushing over, likely reacting more to the distress of the hatchling than to the humans. The little gold (he’d seemed so large before, long and sharp as any Telgar wher, but now, with his distress in her mind, frantic patches of shapeless colors a reminder he was so so young-) following behind as she shoved as many reassurances as she could at him.

It kind of did feel like she was dying.

~

(Kept in the infirmary until they knew her arm wouldn’t get any worse, Monett threw chunks of meat into the cavernous mass of teeth that was Ruhkbat’s maw. Watched his second set of jaws catch some, those missed quickly beginning to dissolve before being snatched up on the second or third try. His mind rested heavy against hers- following and answering her lilting chatter with a hunter’s focus and a voice of steel and blood- for all they two seemed to slot together like missing pieces.

She’d never really expected it to feel right.)

[no-spices-just-pisces]

Kevaaron as Exile lyrics by Taylor Swift

Kevin left Aaron when he went pro, putting Exy above all, as it was the only thing he knew he could always rely on

And it took you five whole minutes

To pack us up and leave me with it

Aaron stood alone in the hallway of the house in Columbia at the end of summer, looking after Kevin, not daring to admit he fell in love with the man that just left him

Holdin' all this love out here in the hall

Aaron realized everyone abandones him eventually

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

You're not my homeland anymore

After Andrew and Neil began Aaron started spending more and more time with Kevin, they had each other’s back, learning how to leave their past behind, but now Kevon was leaving him behind

So what am I defending now?

You were my town

Now I'm in exile, seein' you out

Aaron going to one of Kevin’s pro games because all the Foxes wanted to support him. Not long ago the media leaked photos of Kevin and one of his new teammates, insinuating a romantic relationship between the two. Aaron was jealous, and Kevin could read it all over his face, he was surprised Aaron believed the rumors to be true and his reaction to them to be so evident

I can see you starin', honey

Like he's just your understudy

Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me (Aaron was not above throwing punches for Kevin, he was angry and petty enough)

Thoughout college they kept falling out but always kept coming back to each other, their strong personalities tearing them apart and bringing them togheter at the same time. But this time it didn’t feel like they would find their way back:

Second, third, and hundredth chances

Balancin' on breaking branches

Every time they made eye contact Aaron’s heart kept breaking further, those dammed green eyes

Those eyes add insult to injury

Kevin asked Aaron what was wrong after the game, telling him she should know better than show that kind of a reaction. Aaron was furious

I'm not your problem anymore

So who am I offending now?

Kevin regreted the choice of leaving Aaron as soon as he left the house in Columbia, but his pride and his career were stopping him from admitting it. But he knew deep down that he felt incomplete without someone to share his accomplishments with, someone who cheered on him silently, always, someone who was Aaron

You were my crown

Now I'm in exile, seein' you out

Aaron knew every fight between them lead to either more screaming or tensionate hook ups, and he couldn’t handle any of that right now

I think I've seen this film before

So I'm leavin' out the side door

But Kevin wouldn’t let him leave. He was always a weak man, especially for Aaron Minyard, he just wanted a few more minutes with him

So step right out, there is no amount

Of crying I can do for you

They were never the emotional type. Their relationship never based on affectionate reassurance, they were always one step from falling apart

All this time

We always walked a very thin line

Aaron was furious that Kevin never listened to his quite attempts to show his attachment, his silent begs for Kevin to stay

You didn't even hear me out (you didn't even hear me out)

He was angry because he thought they had something, regardless of how much he knew Kevin loved Exy, he didn’t want to believe he would just toss Aaron aside so easily

You never gave a warning sign

But Kevin was always straightforward about how he wanted his future to be, Aaron should have known that he would end up putting his career first

I gave so many signs

But also Kevin never began to understand the depth of Aaron’s feelings, how his departure would actually impact him. He didn’t think Aaron tried to make him stay

I never learned to read your mind

But Aaron did. Every moment spent with Kevin was a silent prayer that Kevin could see that they meant something

never learned to read my mind

Kevin couldn’t change the trajectory of his entire future because of a college fling

I couldn't turn things around

Aaron was bitter, always knowing deep down that Kevin’s obsession with Exy was a priority, and that wouldn’t change

you never turned things around

But maybe if Aaron made his intentions more clear, his feelings, Kevin could have put some other things into consideration. But in his eyes Aaron was mostly detached, he didn’t think it would affect him this much

'Cause you never gave a warning sign

Aaron did try to show it, in his own way. Maybe it wasn’t enough but it wasn’t easy on him to project his feelings. But he thought Kevin knew. He always heard him without words. He must’ve seen the heartbreak on his face on their last day. But Kevin turned his back on him

I gave so many signs

So many signs, so many signs

You didn't even see the signs

[inverted-typo]

I would love to hear the rest of your rambles on damirae I love hearing people different views regarding them and what they do in their daily life or thing in general relating to them

And I would love to share! Thanks for being interested in my thoughts haha. Side note, if you want some awesome takes visit @redstreetsahead and @djbunnie they have some really fun ideas! Below are just a garbled bullet list of hcs and whatnot. No particular order or theme

When it’s just Raven and him, Damian is astonishingly more patient and less hot-headed. Raven was surprised to find this out at first but fell even deeper in love with him because of this exclusive and hidden gentle side. It wasn’t always like that but when he started actually feeling vulnerable and comfortable around her it was like a dam had been broken. Raven knows if she ever told anyone what he was like behind closed doors no one would believe her

There are definitely instances where the two have to be apart for x amounts of time, and I think Damian experiences a greater sense of longing of missing her. Not that Raven doesn’t miss him terribly, but because she has such masterful control over her emotions it’s easier for her to manage. Damian of course is extremely focused on the mission at hand, and doesn’t allow his emotions to distract him by any means; but if he gets a moment to pause he will happily think about her

On that note I would love to see a moment where Damian is on mission with Dick, and while they’re in transit or have a second to breathe, Dick asks about Raven. Dick strategically brings up this topic because Damian can’t just run away from it lol. At this point, Dick has inklings that Damian has developed some very real feelings for her, and wants to assure him he has his support. Of course Damian vehemently expresses it’s none of Grayscum’s (my hc for what Damian calls him lol) business, but deep down really appreciates it because he isn’t sure if he could go to his father for those types of things

Damian is the first person to ask if he can practice meditating with her. He had been feeling particularly frustrated at this time and became open minded to other options because punching a wall until his knuckles bled wasn’t really working. At first Raven was unsure because she didn’t know if she could handle a second person while she meditated, but after realizing his presence, despite his tumultuous emotional state, was quite comforting. Having (good) companionship she found was extremely helpful and it became something she enjoyed immensely. From that point forward he was always welcome to meditate with her. It took a bit of courage but finally Raven actually invites him to meditate together

Imagine after them publicly dating for a bit, their sparring sessions become a bit more flirtatious. They’ve grown comfortable with people knowing about them so their private mannerisms sometimes slip out. Garfield notes one day, “Jeeze you guys are becoming a Dick and Kori 2.0.” Neither of them will ever fully recover from that kind of embarrassment.

Damian learns Raven doesn’t know how to drive. Absolutely stunned and appalled by this fact, Raven is forced (very panicked by the way) behind the wheel by the end of the day. “Damian PLEASE don’t make me do this?!” “You HAVE TO KNOW HOW TO DRIVE RAVEN.” “NO I DON’T I CAN FLY AND TELEPORT OH MY GOD.” “Okay, so this is a manual.”

The pride Damian has when he introduces Raven to the Bat Fam is palpable. He is especially excited when Raven and Alfred end up having long talks in the kitchen over a cup of tea about poetry and other niche literature that even Bruce doesn’t know about.

Raven asks one day if she can draw with Damian, and that was one of the best moments in that little angry boy’s life. He happily gets her supplies and she is very out of her comfort zone. But she wanted to share yet another thing with him. So she tries her best. She tries not to think about Mr. Picasso over there too much and manages to produce a very rough and haphazard sketch. Damian insists on framing it. Raven refuses.

Raven sucks so bad at cooking. Anything more than a sandwich or boxed Mac and cheese is simply too much to ask for. Girl knows her limits and respects them. Damian on the other hand can cook, but I think they both actively avoid it. His knife skills are stellar though.

Not sure how good of a carpenter Damian would be, but maybe at one point he tries to build her a bookshelf. If it doesn’t turn out good he can always just buy an antique for her.

While Damian is the gift giver, Raven’s love language is quality time. She makes sure to do things they both enjoy, whether that’s reading together, listening to music, going on a motorcycle ride, or just taking a nap together. If she notices Damian feeling the need to blow steam or just get away from the tower, she offers to teleport them to Gotham to go on patrol for the night. Damian cannot express how much that truly means to him.