#i COULD go on but i'll... stop myself here

[32timeparadox23]

As per OP's prev tags asking for a guide to installing Revanced, I'm here to step up to the plate as someone who had an absolute bitch of a time getting it set up the first time (due to what I'll call Guide Confusion) and would like to make it easy for anyone looking to get it! So...

Welcome to Katie's Impromptu and Exhaustive Beginner's Guide to Getting Revanced (with pictures!)

(Not kidding about exhaustive btw, this got long. Brevity? Never met her)

Step 0: Preparations and Beginner Tips

So, there is a guide on Reddit, but I'm still going to write out my own version with some more explanations of the steps involved.

For example, the Reddit guide lists turning off Google Play Protect as a necessary step before doing anything else. On my phone that wasn't required, and I was able to bypass all the 'Warning! This Application May Contain Harmful Content' warnings the installs threw at me without trouble. Your phone might work like mine, or it might not let you download non-Store apps at all if Play Protect isn't disabled, and if that's the case then all you need to do to turn it off is:

1. Open the Play Store app

2. Go to your profile picture in the upper right corner

3. Find the option labeled Play Protect

4. Go to the gear icon in the upper right corner

5. There should be an option to turn off scanning apps with Play Protect

With that, Play Protect will be deactivated. With that, I'd also like to take a quick sidebar to issue a piece of beginner advice:

Downloading non-Play Store apps is generally going to give you a scary warning about how the contents could be harmful to your device. This is at least in part to discourage you from downloading anything not approved for the app store (i.e. anything they can't/won't monetize and take a cut from) but it's not an entirely empty threat. You don't ever want to be downloading and installing things onto your phone if you don't trust the source. All the links I'll be providing in this guide are ones I've personally used to get Revanced and have had no issues with, so you can do what I did and ignore the warnings on these.

As for Revanced specifically, you don't ever want to download something that isn't specifically from the official developers of Revanced or its predecessor Vanced (RIP). The links will be on the official Revanced github and apkmirror. If you find a Revanced download somewhere else, it's wise to be skeptical, especially since Revanced isn't just one download.

But before I get into that, there're two more preparation steps listed in the Reddit guide.

The second step listed is allowing unknown downloads in your browser. This I can't say anything about, since the option to allow/disallow this doesn't appear to exist on my phone. If you need to do this, my best guess would be to go to your browser settings and look around in the Downloads tab, but if you can't find it and can't download anything in this guide, I'd search something like 'allow unknown downloads for [your phone's make and model]' to see if anyone else has the same problem.

The third and final piece of preparation, however, IS entirely necessary and required: disable or uninstall your YouTube app. The reason for this is that modded apps like Revanced work on a slightly older version of the app than is up to date. You'll be downloading a YouTube APK for this — basically a copy of YouTube that can still connect to YouTube's servers. This is also the reason Revanced randomly breaks sometimes; as YouTube constantly updates, it stops supporting older versions, and eventually the version you have Revanced with will get cut from the list and it won't be able to access YouTube's servers anymore. This takes several months to happen though, so don't worry, you won't be needing to download and patch a new YT APK every other week or anything.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Deleting YouTube is the best play in my opinion, since it gets it out of the way and you can always redownload it through the Play Store if needed. If you'd rather disable it, though, you can do that by:

1. Go into your phone settings

2. Select Apps

3. Select All Apps

4. Zoom to the bottom to get to YouTube, open it

5. Disable it

Once you have YouTube uninstalled or disabled, it's time to move on to the non-prep steps.

Step 1: Download Vanced MicroG

You might be wondering why that says Vanced and not Revanced. This is because Revanced is the successor to the original YouTube Vanced project, which did all the same stuff but unfortunately flew too close to the sun and started selling NFTs, which allowed YouTube to slap them with a cease and desist since they were now technically making money off their ad-less YouTube mod that was barely legal to begin with. But programs to get rid of ads are like a hydra, and cutting off one head inevitably led to many others taking Vanced's source code and making their own. When the dust settled, Revanced became the best option.

However, we still need the Vanced MicroG to make it run.

MicroG on its own is basically a free, open-source software framework that mimics Google's libraries and services. Vanced MicroG is a modified version that's specifically designed to mimic GMS (Google Mobile Services). This is what allows you to log into and use your Google/YouTube account through Revanced and have everything still work as it's supposed to.

Vanced MicroG Download:

https://github.com/TeamVanced/VancedMicroG/releases/tag/v0.2.24.220220-220220001

Ignore the source code, all you need is the microg.apk file at the top of the list.

It should automatically try to install when you download it. It'll also warn you that the contents could be harmful. They aren't, so go ahead and authorize the install.

If it does not automatically install, go to your files app and navigate to downloads. If you have it sorted by most recent downloads, it'll be at the very top. Selecting it from here should give you the option to install.

And with that, you're through step one!

Step 2: Download Revanced Manager

This is what allows you to patch YouTube APKs with Revanced. It also automatically checks for updates, and tells you what the recommended version of YouTube APK is without having to go searching for individual websites or blogs for news. You can also patch YouTube Music to be ad-free with this, though you will need to download the YouTube Music APK separately.

Revanced Manager Download:

https://github.com/revanced/revanced-manager/releases/tag/v1.24.0

Once again, you want the .apk file at the very top. From here, it's the same as with the MicroG, download and let it install.

Once again, if it doesn't install automatically, you should be able to find it in your downloads and activate the installation manually.

Step 3: Getting the YouTube APK

Go into your shiny new Revanced Manager. If you can't find it, scroll through your apps. It should look something like this:

When you get into it, navigate to the Patcher tab and tap 'Select an app'. It should look something like this:

My app is actually a bit out of date, whoops. But you can see that it lists a version in there. As of the day I'm writing this, April 24th, 2025, the current recommended app version is v20.07.39. Thankfully, it is very very easy to Google 'youtube apk 20.07.39' and find exactly what we're looking for. The very first auto complete, even.

The top result there is what you want. APKMirror is a safe site that, in my experience, doesn't have any viruses in their files. Unfortunately, it does have a shit-ton of ads. Scroll past all of them until you get to a section that looks like this:

The answer to which you'll need is on the right. dpi means dots per inch; basically it measures screen intensity. Some APKs are made specifically for certain dpis and dpi ranges. nodpi means the download is for all devices — while the one above it, which lists 120-640dpi, is for devices that have a dpi in that range.

Unless you know what you have is specifically within that dpi range, select the nodpi version. Scroll down until you see this and select download.

Lol. Lmao, even.

Congratulations, you now have a YouTube APK! Don't install this one, though. Instead, go back to Revanced Manager and open the Patcher tab. Go ahead and select YouTube.

You might just be able to patch it immediately from there. If you get this, however:

Congrats, yours works like mine does. Go ahead and select the APK from storage. Make sure you're in your Downloads folder, not just your recents, as it may not show up there. It should look something like this:

Go ahead and select it. It should immediately bring up this screen:

There's a ton of quality of life stuff Revanced does aside from removing ads, like returning the dislike button. You can technically go in and select what you do and don't want in the patch, but unless you really know what you're doing, I'd advise sticking with the default settings. If it adds something you really hate, you can always repatch the APK and try again.

It can take anywhere from a few seconds to several minutes to finish patching the YouTube APK, so be patient. Once it's done, though, well... it's done! You're done! You've got Revanced! No more ads for you, and you can do background listening or picture-in-picture while you're in other apps! Enjoy!

P.S.

YouTube Music works the same way, so if you want that go ahead and grab the recommended version of that APK (through APKMirror). Patch that bad boy and enjoy your ad-free music.

Also, like I said before, Revanced breaks periodically. All you need to do is download the newest recommended APK version and repeat the process. Slightly annoying, but guaranteed 10000x less annoying than 2-3 unskippable ads before each video + midrolls.

Reminder that you can block most ads on Android. yes, including youtube ads.

Steps: Download Firefox -> Install uBlock Origin extension.

That's literally it. Enjoy ad free web browsing while we still (barely) have it!

[daredevils-advocate]

I know we were all hoping for EIA to be the healing album but in reality this is Vessel walking up to us exhausted and hurt and scared.

Damocles is basically him point blank telling us that he's reliving everything, every trauma over and over to get music from it and he is wringing himself dry in the process.

"when the river runs dry and the curtain is called how will I know if I can't see the bottom? Come up for air and choke on it all, no one else knows that I've got a problem"

To me, this is someone who knows they can't keep going like this forever but also doesn't know when to stop because of this right here:

"What if I can't get up and stand tall? What if the diamond days are all gone and who will I be when the empire falls? Wake up alone and I'll be forgotten."

He's scared that if he stops he'll fade into obscurity.

"And nobody told me I'd be begging for relief when what is silent to you feels like it's screaming to me. And nobody told me I'd get tired of myself when it all looks like heaven, but it feels like hell."

Caramel showed us that his dreams didn't turn out the way he wanted and some of it blew up in his face, but he still loves us and wants to continue this path. Damocles is the other side of the coin, he feels he can't stop whether he wants to or not. This has been a shitty situation for him but if he doesn't keep going and milking all this pain from his experiences then he's scared he'll be tossed aside and forgotten about. And falling from that height isn't something he could survive.

[mclager]

Cowboy | Daniel Ricciardo x reader

Face claim: Bella Hadid

Ynhere

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User7 Ain't No Love In Oklahoma, says the man posting his girlfriend

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Nothing Left To Lose – Tyler Owens

I jumped, instantly clutching my tablet to my chest when everyone's phones went off at the same time. That noise and everyone's reactions were enough. I didn't have to check my phone.

There was a tornado nearby.

I stayed where I was, unmoving, as everyone grabbed their gear and ran out to the trucks. I finally looked up when I thought everyone was gone. They weren't. Tyler was still here. We held our eye contact for a beat too long.

"Y/N, why don't you. . ."

"I'll monitor what I can from here," I started to over-explain, "but remember, once you lose signal. . ."

"I know it's been hard for you, but I really think it's time. . ."

"Stay safe out there," I interrupted him again. Before he could try for a third time to convince me to get back out in the field (literally), I turned on my heel and walked over to my station.

I joined the Tornado Wranglers about two years ago. I have a college degree in meteorology. I spend my life studying the Earth's atmosphere and short-term atmospheric phenomena. I specialize in weather forecasting and understanding the processes that drive weather patterns. This was useful to Tyler and his team. I used to keep track of the weather patterns and monitor our path versus the storm's as we chased it.

That is, until the storm. . .

Six months ago, we got too close to a tornado. Long story short, I was in our small RV with Lily and Dex. The tornado picked us up and tossed us over three miles away from where we started. We were stuck where we landed for over an hour.

When one of the rescue teams found us, all three of us were rushed to the hospital. Our injuries were superficial, and we were each able to go home later that night. I may have only had a few bumps and bruises, but the accident messed with me mentally. I haven't had a full night's rest since it happened.

To be honest, it wasn't that storm that is making me. . . Well, terrified.

Before I joined Tyler and his Tornado Wranglers, I was on a research team at my college. We were chasing a storm when there was an accident. We were able to get out of the van, but I'm the only one who got somewhere safe. The rest of my team died within 3 minutes.

Ever since those two storms, I've stayed in the barn while everyone else has continued chasing. After my parents died, I inherited our family farm. Tyler and I transformed the second barn that was used as storage into a mini headquarters for the team. It was the only place I felt safe.

* * * * *

When the group walked in, my heart jumped into my throat. They looked like hell. I ran over to them, looking them over one by one. They each gave me a hug and reassured me that they were okay. I was starting to believe them until I saw Tyler.

I gasped and ran over to him. He was all cut up and had a large gash across his temple, almost going to his eye. My hands were shaking as I reached up, hovering them inches from his face.

"Are you. . . Your head. . . What happened?" I barely got out. Tyler smiled at me as he reached up and gently grabbed my shaking wrists.

"I'm okay," he whispered.

"But. . ." I stuttered.

"I'm okay, Y/N. I promise." He laughed as he added, "I look a lot worse than I feel."

"But your head. . ."

"Will heal," he reassured. I wanted to calm down, but I couldn't. I shook my head and took a step away from him. I was pacing back and forth, continually running my fingers through my hair. Tyler gently grabbed my arm, stopping me from pacing.

"Y/N," he said gently. "I need you to listen to me. We are all fine. Some sleep and a good sandwich, and we will be just fine. I know that all of this is probably triggering your trauma from that storm where you lost your. . ."

"Stop!" I yelled too loudly. The whole team looked at me, but I didn't care. "I can't. . . I already told you. . . I don't want to talk about this!"

With my arms wrapped tightly around myself, I ran out of the barn. I closed the door behind me but didn't leave.

"What?" I heard Tyler sigh.

"I know you're worried about her," Boone said. "We all are, but we need to give her time. Her last storm really scared her. Plus, it brought up trauma from her first bad storm."

"But how can we help her if she won't talk about it?"

"All we can do is sit back and wait for her to ask us for help," Lily jumped in.

"Well," Tyler said, his tone slightly changing, "I'm not going to sit back and let her suffer on her own. If she's going to suffer, she's going to do it with me right by her side."

* * * * *

After a lot of discussion and begging on my part, the team finally agreed to stay at the house. I was the last one to go to sleep. And when I did, it didn't last long.

I jolted awake, memories of the worst storms of my life swimming around my head. I covered my mouth, struggling to stifle my sob. When I was unable to calm myself down, I quietly went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea.

I took my tea and went out to the barn. Weirdly enough, busying myself with the data and numbers calmed me down. Eventually, I couldn't fight how tired I was and ended up falling asleep at my desk. I woke up a few hours later to someone gently touching my shoulder.

I opened my eyes to see Tyler kneeling in front of me. "Hey, you," he whispered as I slowly sat up. "What are you doing out here?"

"I umm. . ." I said slowly. "I couldn't sleep last night, so I came out here to look at the data. I must've fallen asleep."

I stood up and slowly started straightening out my desk. "You had one of your nightmares again last night, didn't you?"

I didn't bother to answer him. Instead, I focused on putting things away. Tyler walked over and took the papers out of my hands.

"Y/N," he said softly, "look at me." As soon as I listened to him, my heart jumped into my throat. "Did you have a nightmare last night?"

I couldn't answer him, so I nodded my head. He grabbed my hands, gently rubbing the back of my palms with his thumbs.

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"It's none of your concern," I shrugged, looking away from his eyes.

"Yes, it is," he said firmly. "Y/N, you are a member of my team. I care about you. I want to know when you're struggling so I can help you."

"It's my trauma," I shook my head.

"That doesn't mean you have to go through it alone." A heavy tension fell between us as he studied me. I could see the concern in his eyes, and as much as I wanted to look away, I couldn't.

"I'm sorry for what happened," Tyler whispered. He paused before adding, "But how much more are you gonna let this thing take from you?"

"I don't have anything left," I said, my voice breaking. Tyler took a step closer to me and gently grabbed my hands, pulling me into his chest. He hesitated for a second before leaning in and pressing his lips delicately to mine.

The kiss was soft and slow. It was clear that he wasn't sure how I'd respond to him. As soon as I started kissing him back, the kiss got slightly faster.

"You've lost enough," Tyler whispered as he broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. "Please don't let that storm be the reason you lose the chance to be with someone who really cares about you."

"I'm just so scared," I whispered, my voice breaking as I choked on my sob. "I don't. . . I can't lose you, Ty."

He leaned back so he was looking me straight in the eyes. "You won't," he said. "You will not lose me, Y/N."

"You can't promise that," I said, shaking my head.

"You're right," he sighed, rubbing my arms. "Yes, what we do is dangerous. And yes, there is a chance one of us might get hurt. But that doesn't mean you should shut people out of your life. Instead, we should make our time together worthwhile."

"How?"

"By not wasting any more of it."

I grabbed his face and pressed my lips back to his. He smiled against my lips as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I giggled into the kiss when he slightly picked me up and turned us around.

We broke apart when we heard Boone yell, "Tyler? Y/N? You guys in the barn?"

"Yep!" Tyler yelled back with a smirk on his face. "We're going over the data from yesterday."

"Well, come inside!" Boone yelled. "Dex made pancakes!"

"Did you hear that?" He chuckled. "Dex made pancakes. Let's go eat, and then I want you to try to go back to bed."

"Ty," I sighed, pulling out of our embrace.

"And when you have another nightmare, I want you to tell me," he continued as he pulled me back into his arms. "When you tell me, I will lie down with you and make it so you fall back asleep safely wrapped in my arms."

"That sounds nice," I whispered. Tyler smiled as he leaned his forehead against mine, slightly rubbing our noses together. I grabbed his hand and started heading inside, but he held me back.

"I thought you. . ." I stuttered.

"Earlier, you said you have nothing left to lose," he said gently. "Y/N's that's not true. You are surrounded by people who care and worry about you. Please let us help you."

"How can you help me through this?"

"Easy," he smiled. "We can talk with you about it. We can help you through the nightmares. We can be with you when you're having a rough day. We can help you, Y/N."

"Okay," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Help me, Tyler."

[maevawrites]

'silent orders' . . . jack abbott

✦ disclaimers/warnings: medical inaccuracies, swearing, mentions of blood, oneshot, age gap but not clearly specified, jack abbott x f!resident, the use of y/n & y/l/n, fluff, like a smidge of angst, possible spelling/grammatical errors, probably more but yk the drill.

✦ note: feel free to listen to the song linked! (or don't, idrc) i kinda just add them for myself cus i'll just listen to a certain song on repeat while writing a piece. helps me get in the zone.

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the case came rolling in.

a psych hold with a long history of violent episodes.

the patient—a large agitated man, was restless, and resisting in restraint. he seemed almost impossible to deescalate.

you were leading the case, trying to stay calm while throwing out orders to the rest of the team in the room.

"someone get psych down here, stat!" you called, a sense of urgency lacing your voice. you were determined to get things under control.

in situations like this, dr. jack abbott would already have things handled but he was tied up in the operating room and you were the oldest resident on the floor available.

so you had to step up.

with all the thrashing the man had been doing, he had managed to make one of his leg restraints go loose. you acted quickly, leaning in to fasten it back, but he jerked his leg suddenly, using a great amount of strength to knock you back, causing you to crash into the cart behind you.

"oh shit-" you say as you hit the cart with a loud clang! you managed to get back up, attempting to regain your balance. with the amount of shock and adrenaline coursing through you, you hadn't realized there was a gash on your arm. nothing huge or life threatening, but it was there, apparent, and deep—stinging.

"woah, you okay y/l/n?" one of the nurses asked, coming to your side to help you steady yourself.

"yeah—yeah, i'm fine. let's just get the man sedated." you say with an unevenness in your voice.

of course with your luck, jack magically came rushing in, snapping a pair of gloves on as he entered. he scanned the room like he was on a mission. assessing the situation, his eyes eventually landing on you.

he took in the chaos, the half wrestled patient and the single drip of blood on your arm.

"what happened here?" he asked, more like demand than a question.

"we're good dr. abbott. just a restless patient." you say as you brush yourself off, making your way to the side of the mans gurney. you were determined to contain the situation. you wanted, needed to get things under control. something in you felt the need to prove to abbott that you could handle cases like this. though he was your attending and there to help and take the lead if need be, you knew you couldn't always rely on him.

jack eyed you down. you were half shaken, and the gash that was now on your arm had done something to him. he was supposed to keep you safe. you were his resident. his responsibility.

"you're hurt." his voice dropped, sharp and unreadable.

"it's nothing," you deflected, you weren't going to let some little gash stop you from treating a patient. "we were just trying to sedate him-"

"i can see that." he clipped. he looked at the patient, now held down by two nurses and a security guard. he immediately took over with ease. "diaz, get a second dose ready. we'll try another IM injection—he's too agitated for IV access."

you hovered, waiting for him to tell you what to do next—you still wanted to help the patient.

"take twenty in the break room, dr. y/l/n." abbott said, tending to the man, not even sparing you a glance.

"i said i'm fine." you didn't mean for it to come out so sharp—but it did. you just wanted to stay. to prove you weren't just some resident that could get knocked off their feet (quite literally) and not be able to get back up and continue.

but jack turned to you then, and gave you that look. not exactly angry, not scolding, just... unwavering.

it was like his eyes were speaking silent orders.

he didn't have to say anything for you to understand that.

you froze.

the look he gave was the kind that pierced through the soul. the kind that made any med student at the pitt stand up straighter.

you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes and turned on your heel. "i'll be in the break room," you muttered, throwing out your gloves, and clutching your stinging arm as you went.

~

you sat slumped against the break room couch, the oddly calming silence was heavy. the gash on your arm had been cleaned up and bandaged, it still stung but it was manageable.

head leaned back, eyes closed, you let yourself breathe for the first time in what felt like hours. just a few minutes of silence would help you find some tranquility from the chaos and tension that had ensued moments ago.

the door creaked open, but you didn't open your eyes. you had a good feeling it was jack.

"how's the arm?" he tilted his head, like he was trying to assess you. more than just your arm.

you opened one eye to peer at him, "i'm fine, like i said before." you muttered.

he slowly made his way over and sat beside you.

"you know," he started, and you sat up a little, turning to look at him, "I didn't want to push you out like that but i had to."

"why though?" you asked, your voice quieter, more curious than defensive like before.

jack leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced. his gaze stayed on the floor for a moment, like he was trying to find the right words to say.

"because seeing you hurt-" he paused, jaw flexing, "it threw me off."

you blinked, unsure if you had heard him correctly.

he went on, "you're my resident, my job is to teach you, guide you, and back you up. not watch you bleed in the middle of a serious case."

you were silent at his words. then you finally spoke, "but i could've handled it. i was trying to handle it."

"i know you were," he finally turned to look at you, eyes locking. "but you don't have to prove that to me y/n, not at the cost of yourself."

something flickered in his eyes, protectiveness, guilt, maybe. you couldn't quite tell. but his words hung heavily between you.

"you're a good doctor y/n." he added, "a damn good one, but you're also mine to look after."

those words made your breath hitch. the way he said 'mine' lingered in your ears.

"so i'm your favorite, huh?" you teased, trying to ease the tension.

jack laughed, like actually laughed, "something like that." he said shaking his head.

"we should probably get back out there doc." he says. "duty calls."

you nod your head, gently smiling. you were ready to go back out and continue working. now knowing that jack had only snapped at you because he was trying to protect you made your heart pitter-patter. the silent protectiveness jack had over you made you feel a little more confident when walking back out to the busy emergency room.

✦ maeva’s thoughts: ahhhh thank y'all sm for +100 notes on my last post!! seems like dr. abbott is a fan favorite rn so i thought i'd deliver some more.

[daylighted]

STARRY EYED GIRL / SITUATIONSHIP ! YOUNG DEAN x READER.

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. . . "absolutely not."

"why not?"

dean shoves another handful of clothes into his bag, ignoring completely your form tucked away beneath his thick blankets. you're wearing one of his shirts that you took from his bag when his back was turned, the collar of it hanging off of one shoulder. he hasn't spared you a glance, so of course he hasn't noticed it.

would he, anyways? you hoped he would. maybe any other day, any other time, he'd say it looked better on you anyways.

you reach across the foot of space between you and yank the sleeve of his jacket to force him to stand still, if only for a moment, and answer you. "why not?"

"because i said so."

you tug the sleeve again, your face dropping into a deep frown. sometimes, he snuck in and kissed your skin with reverence that didn't belong under the flickering label of something that you two were. sometimes, though, he called you and treated you just like the object you felt like.

dean's eyebrows raise when, finally, his gaze flicks up to meet yours. they go to your chest, first, hopefully just to read the faded lettering on the fabric, or to notice that there was fabric over you at all, and not because the appeal of your body was more than the appeal of your eyes. "that's my shirt."

"no it isn't," you dismissively say, so he stops trying to distract you from the problem at hand. and it was a problem, because he seemed to think that you weren't really anything worthy of at least saying goodbye to. "why can't i come with?"

the sound of dean's zipper on his bag closing is poignant in your mind, even if it's never as final to dean as it is to you. "you wanna make me repeat myself?"

"i've never been here when your dad calls." you pat the blankets draped over you for emphasis, making a broad gesture to you, clearly sprawled in his sheets. "i'm here this time. i want to go."

half of dean's mouth quirks up in something that might be amusement. "i'm not risking your life just so you can get the brownie points of ranking up to passenger princess status."

it stings like a knife between the ribcage, the blade twisting and twisting until it barreled its way into your heart. you feel it stop beating, you think, clenching tightly in on itself one last time.

you could pretend it was because he cared that he didn't want to risk your life. you could pretend that it was something noble, the same way that you pretended he was a prince when he pushed open your window, knowing it would be unlatched for him to, to make you see stars behind your eyes — almost like being beneath the stars with him. you could pretend, and pretend, and pretend, but sometimes the painted pictures of the stars were prettier than the ones in reality.

a lot of the time, dean just didn't care about you like you seemed to about him, no matter how hard you tried.

tears glitter in your eyes, different types of stars than the ones he usually puts there, and the one time you wished he didn't look at you, the mesmerizing green of his unfeeling eyes land on the stardrops as they fall. "don't cry," he sighs, like it's an inconvenience instead of an ache, "don't let me make you cry."

he misreads it. dean always misreads the weight of your heartache like it was something small, and not something that was beginning to consume you like a shadowy nightmare. his thumb swipes beneath your eyes, and his lips meet your forehead in something fleeting — a bandaid over a bone-deep bruise. "i'll be back. you know i'll be back."

he would be. and the worst part was not that truth, but the fact that you'd keep your window unlocked.

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okay i am having a weirdly hard time sending the emojis for the headcanon meme so i'll send them the really wordy way: for Jean Viquemare

when was the last time they cried? how do they laugh? what would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud?

hahaha the fucking emojis. it's okay I honestly prefer it this way so I don't have to go back and check lol. so anyways:

1) I think jean is the type of person where it's hard to say because he's often doing that half-cry thing where one or both of his eyes is a bit teary but he's not really crying if that makes sense. but if you want to know the last time I think he had an actual, honest-to-god, punching the walls and sobbing meltdown (as of a vaguely post-canon timeframe)?

my opinion: he and harry have a fight before martinaise. it's not then. harry calls the station and reveals he's gotten piss-drunk and sold his gun (in my mind, jean absolutely understands the implication of I Was Going To Shoot Myself even if harry never realizes it). it's not then, either. jean shows up at the whirling-in-rags ready to smooth things over and see harry laugh again, and harry doesn't even fucking know him; jean sees the crashed mc and realizes harry found another way to try to kill himself; jean watches as harry heaps praise onto his new partner, a respected lieutenant from another precinct, kim's way cooler than you; jean eventually leaves, full of rage, only to find out that as soon as he left harry got shot and almost fucking died without him there; jean stands across from the vacant mannequin shaped like his partner, realizing possibly for the first time that harry's memories aren't going to come back this time and his best friend is fucking dead, forever. and it's not any of those times.

but a week or so later, when harry's back from his too-short medical leave, and kim's transfer paperwork is still going through, jean is in the basement trying to get this damn printer to work and suddenly it hits him, that he was waiting. he hasn't cried yet because ever since that shitty goddamn fight he's been holding on to a little piece of agony, the kind that only fucking harry could ever give him, because of course, harry's just sooooo fucking special isn't he, but—

he's gone. he's not coming back. jean will never have a chance to— to what, exactly? punch him? hug him? grab him by his stupid fucking face and and force him to hold jean's gaze, to really see him, to see how fucking miserable he is, to see how much it killed him, to never look away again? would that have fixed this feeling? it doesn't matter. if it would've, he'll never know.

needless to say, he cries. a lot. and he kicks the ever-loving shit out of that printer. (harry gets him a mug that says "#2 destroyer of company property" to match the "#1 destroyer of company property" mug torson got him when he first came back.)

2) it depends on the situation. most of the time jean laughs like he's not actually capable of laughter. especially when he's annoyed. he'll straight up say "ha ha" out loud, not always sarcastically, he just genuinely cannot fucking laugh bro but he's trying so hard to emulate real human behavior. but if he's comfortable, and something REALLY sets him off, he'll damn near fucking fall over with the force of it, laughing until his stomach starts to hurt and his smoke-rotten lungs are begging him to stop. the first time harry makes him laugh like this post-amnesia, he gets an empathy passive that tells him that jean hasn't laughed this hard in 439 days, and he has to pass a 17% composure red check just to stop himself from doing something incredibly stupid like tackling jean in a hug and blubbering into his shoulder.

3) not sure about this one bc in my opinion I think he'd want to be cremated & I don't think he'd want a gravestone but here are his general postmortem wishes (as of the game's events) in order of most normal to ??? okay???

1. he'd prefer his ashes to be kept by a family member/lover/friend rather than scattered in any particular location (pretty normal thing to want, completely understandable)

2. he already has a container picked out to store said ashes (a bit morbid but sure)

3. he wants his horse, if still alive, to be present for the funeral, if there is one (... that's cute, but it kinda just sounds like you're expecting to be dead within the next 10-20 years my guy)

[storiesaplenty]

Part 2

The Pitt Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: swearing. Smut below the cut. Unprotected sex. Oral (m receiving) cum swallowing. A touch of choking, but nothing descriptive.

WC: 754

Divider by @strangergraphics

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Part 1 with Dr Robby, Dr Abbott, & Dr Langdon x f/Reader can be found here.

Dennis Whitaker

"Should we be doing this here?" Dennis asked me as I kneeled before him, pulling down his scrub pants.

I was going to say it will be fine.

That no one comes in this closet, but it was like my words got caught in my throat as his cock spung free.

"Is everything okay?" Came the quiet, sweet voice of the man who was standing over me.

"Holy shit, Dennis." Was all I said before I gently gripped his cock in both hands and took him inch by inch in my mouth.

Trying with all my might to take him all the way in my mouth, but there was just a few inches that I had to wrap my hand around and twist and jerk it off as I moved my head back and forth.

Dennis wasn't moving.

His mouth was hanging open as he watched me as I blew him.

I pulled back, my hand jerking his cock still as I begged him fuck my face.

"I can't do that." He tried to say as I put his hands on the back of my head.

"You can, and you won't hurt me." I told him as I took him back in my mouth.

He nodded once and before I knew it, Dennis was fucking mouth like he wanted too all along.

It didn't take long for Dennis to grunt my name as his cum filled my mouth. His hands gripping the sides of my head so tight that it hurt, but I didn't care.

I swallowed it as fast as I could, not wanting to waste a single drop.

I pulled my head back, kissing the tip of his softening cock.

"Come to my place after work." I told him, as I stood up.

"Yeah, sure. Sounds good." Sweet Dennis said to me as I popped a piece of gum into my mouth.

Mateo Diaz

"Stay quiet." Mateo grunted from behind me, his cock thrusting in and out of me at a brutal pace, that had me losing my mind.

His cock was angled just right so it was rubbing against my g-spot.

My moans got louder and louder until he had to cover my mouth, but that didn't stop me as I screamed against his hand.

Mateo swore before pulling out of me, and spinning me around to I am now facing him, as he pushed me down over the dusty boxes.

He wrapped my legs around his waist, thrusting back into me at the same speed and pace as before.

My eyes rolling back in my head as my mouth fell open in a silent scream.

My pussy clenching around his cock as I came.

He groaned above me as he pulled out of me, jerking his cock off as he came in his hand.

I had to catch my breath as he cleaned himself up with an old cloth.

Mateo helped me sit up, kissing me the whole time.

"I'll cook tonight. See you at home." I said to him as I fixed myself up, to head back into the floor.

Donnie Donahue

"Donnie, fuck! Don't stop. Don't stop." Were the only words tumbling from my lips as he thrust up into me.

He had his arms wrapped around my body as he held me against his chest, me sitting in his lap.

His cock deep inside of my fluttering pussy as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from my body.

Our break was almost over, for once the both of us being able to take one together, but Donnie has been worked up since this morning and I knew I would find myself in this position.

"You got one more in you, don't you love? Yes, you do." Donnie gripped my throat, knowing this is the quickest way for me to cum one final time.

"Donnie." I gasped as my eyes closed at how intense this final orgasm was for me.

He let out a deep groan as he came, his hips finally stilled as he came inside of me.

The two of us panting, trying to catch our breath.

He cupped my face as he kissed me, the two of us lost in our combined bliss.

Until the alarm on my phone went off, indicating that it was 5 minutes until we go back.

I sighed as we got ready.

Donnie cleaning me with the spare cloth he brought in with him.

"Love you, Donnie." I told him with one final kiss.

"Love you too, baby."

[futuremrsreid]

Love Like Ghosts - Chapter One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Hotchner!Reader

Warnings: Angst, flirty talk, Spencer isn’t an asshole he’s just deeply traumatized

A/N: Bear in mind, English isn’t my first language. This one is short, I guess it’s more of a prologue. Read this post for backstory on the reader

"I'm back in DC. Will you meet me for coffee tomorrow? At 3 p.m., the usual place? I heard you guys are on official time-out for a few weeks."

I waited 5 hours and 30 minutes, but no reply came. Good thing I didn't care about sounding desperate.

"Please, Spencer. I just want to talk."

"I'll be there."

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My fingers nervously fiddled with the menu laid out before me. The clock at the small café showed me the same time my phone already did. 2:55 pm. 5 minutes before we said we would meet, but for Spencer, that meant he was late. And since the last at least dozen times we had met here, he was always 10 minutes early.

I figured he didn't necessarily want to see me, but I never thought he would stand me up.

Maybe he had changed. I haven't seen him in so long, and from the snippets I had managed to get out of my dad, 3 months in prison did a number on him. My stomach churned at the thought.

Yet before my brain could spiral more, the small bell above the entrance rang, and Spencer Reid entered. His eyes scanned the few tables until he finally saw me.

I awkwardly waved at him, immediately chastising myself under my breath.

I felt like I couldn't breathe for the seconds it took for him to walk over. And when he finally sat down, my breath was still caught in my lungs.

His hair was longer and messy, his face pale and unshaven. Beautiful, like always, but in a devastatingly sad way.

"Hi", I said, voice cracking uncharacteristically. He noticed immediately.

"Hey", his reply was soft, despite his intense gaze on me.

"Thank you for coming. I won't hold you long. I get that you maybe don't really want to talk to me, but my dad told me what happened, and I just-", I stopped, not knowing how to put it without sounding desperate. "He said you were fine, but I wanted to see for myself."

"And?" his one-word reply came. I wasn’t sure how to handle this, to handle him. But I was never afraid to be honest with him, and I wouldn't start now.

"Well, either you have been lying to everybody, or you have been lying to yourself and everybody. You're clearly not fine." I could see that he didn't appreciate my answer, but we both knew I was right. He leaned back in his seat.

"Why wouldn't I want to talk to you?"

"What?"

"You said you'd get that I maybe wouldn't want to talk to you. Why would you think that?"

"Well, I-", I paused, unsure about what to say.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

7 months ago

"Thank you for driving me home. I'm still embarrassed that you had to pick me up there. As I've told you at least 10 times now, I usually don't go there."

"What? You usually don't spend your free time in dirty sticky bars? Who would've thought...", he was barely able to hide his grin, but when I jokingly hit his shoulder in fake offense, he chuckled.

"No, and you know....Usually, I try to be the dirtiest and stickiest thing in a bar, which would be unachievable in a place like that." I joked and flashed him a mischievous grin, taking note of the redness spreading on his face.

"I hope you know that that's an extremely odd goal to have."

My reply came in a giggle and the rattling of my keys as I pushed them into the lock of my apartment door.

"Wanna come in? I can make you a cup of tea. I add ginger to it. It's actually famous in my family." He had never been in my apartment before. It was a line we hadn't crossed, and I wasn't sure he even wanted to. But when I opened the door and turned back around to him, there was a kind of longing in his eyes. Confirmation came in the form of a nod, his body following mine inside.

It really shouldn't have felt as forbidden as it did. I wasn’t a child. We weren't doing anything illegal. Yet my skin prickled when I felt the heat of his body behind mine.

"This is exactly how I imagined your apartment. I like it, it fits you."

"You imagined how I live...Interesting fact, Dr. Reid." I walked towards my small kitchen to make the tea I had promised him. "You imagined what my bedroom looks like as well?"  I heard him trip behind me.

"Did uh- Did you know someone's bedroom often reflects their personality because it’s in our nature to influence our environs to our choice and preferences. Over time, your bedroom reveals your personality and it develops a persona of its own. It's extremely improbable that any two bedrooms will look the same. So a tidy room can suggest a person is organized, detail-oriented, and perhaps even a bit of a perfectionist. Conversely, a messy room could indicate a more relaxed, less structured personality, or perhaps even a sign of underlying issues like disorganization or difficulty letting go of possessions."

"I bet you're just dying to see my bedroom to prove that theory."  I flashed a grin at him over my shoulder, my hands busy preparing our tea.

"I mean, the more data is input into a statistic, the more accurate it becomes." I breathed a laugh and put a mug with steaming tea in front of him.

"Bold." When I looked up, I was surprised to see that he's holding my gaze. "Also sounds like the beginning of a very nerdy adult movie." Cheeks warmed and eyes shy away, and after a moment, mine did too. I busied myself with sips of my tea.

“You usually use humor and sarcasm to deflect. Something you want to talk about?”

“No, not really. I mean, getting left alone in a dirty bar because my friend decided to leave with some guy wasn’t necessarily nice, but…other than that, I’m fine. And while I normally use my humor to deflect, I also often use it just to unnerve you.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s fun. And it causes you to blush. And I just-” pause. I wasn’t sure if I should say it. But his eyes were expectantly following my every move, and so I set down my mug and took a step closer to him. “I guess I just like to cause a reaction in you.”

“But why?” His mug joined mine on the counter. We were suddenly so close that he would only have to raise his hand to touch me.

“Because…sometimes it feels like you try so hard not to have one. A reaction to me, I mean. Sometimes it feels like you distance yourself until you’re a thousand miles away, and the only way to reach you is to get you vulnerable enough so that my mind can touch yours. Even if it’s just for a moment.”

“Y/N I-” He sighed and looked away again. I could see it in his eyes, the distance.

“There! That is exactly what I mean. Why do you do that?” No answer came, so I grew frustrated. “Tell me why you won’t let me near.”

“Because I can’t!” His words were too loud for the tiny space we had created. “I just- I can’t.”

“But why?” My voice cracked on the words. It was quiet for another moment before I asked what I had been too afraid to ask this whole time. “Is it because I’m your boss’s daughter? Or is it because you think I’m too young for you?”

“That’s not-”

“Or is it because you’re too afraid to let someone in? Because if it is, I can understand that. Do you think this is easy for me? It’s not. But I-” He turned away suddenly.

“I should never have come inside. This isn’t good for either of us.” He turned away to leave, but I gripped his sweater with just enough force to stop him and turn towards me again. His eyes met mine and every word vanished from my mind. My defences were gone, and even if they weren’t, he wouldn’t listen to them anyway. So I did the only thing I could think of.

I rose up on my toes to kiss him, and his hands found the sides of my head like he had been waiting for it. Months of build-up came crashing down on us fast, but I felt alive. His lips were soft against mine, fingers buried in my hair.

We kissed until there was no air left in our lungs, and after that his lips moved to my jaw as the small of my back hit the kitchen counter.

A small moan escaped me from the impact, and everything shattered. 

I felt the cold air before I registered him moving away. He was halfway across my apartment when I came to my senses and went after him.

“Spencer, wait-”

“I told you I can’t do this, Y/N. We can’t do this!” I opened my mouth but he took the words right out of my mouth. “Don’t ask me why. We just can’t.”

“But-” Weak pleas on deaf ears.

“No. I am not repeating myself. I don’t think we should keep meeting. It will get both of us hurt.”

“Spencer!” But he was already out the door.

The next days were spent with more desperate pleas sent via text.

“Call me back, please.”

“I just want to talk.”

“Spencer, please just call me back.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

“You kissed me back like you wanted to.”

“Can we just talk about this, please?”

“Are you going to ignore me forever?”

“You know, I could just turn up at your work, right? I’m a Hotchner after all.”

“I shouldn’t have said that. I hope you know I would never do that.”

“But what about the next dinner party at Rossi’s? Are you gonna pretend I don’t exist?”

“Did that kiss truly mean nothing to you?”

The last message stung, sitting on read for days. But after three weeks, I managed to accept that it was over. Spencer Reid did not want me in his life. And as much as it hurt, I had to find a way to live with it.

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“You weren’t eager to talk to me before everything went to shit, so I figured it wouldn’t be any different now.” I finally said. My hands started fiddling with the menu again, our coffees cold and long forgotten. I could feel his eyes on me.

“The last time I saw you, you had a head injury and were terrified out of your mind. Of course, I wanted to see you. I wanted to make sure you’re alright too. I just- I didn’t know how to reach you and if you had your phone.” His confession made me look up to see his eyes already on me. I held his gaze for a moment, for about 3 heartbeats, before I forced a smile on my face.

“And?” I repeated his earlier question, trying to make it sound funny. From the look on his face, I hadn’t managed.

“Well, you seem physically fine. You’re nervous, but that's because of this situation. And the rest… I was never good at reading you, never knew what was going on in your head. I guess you get that from Hotch.” His hands reached out to take the menu from me, probably to keep me from accidentally ripping it. His fingers grazed my wrist unintentionally. I felt like I was going to burst into tears. “Will you tell me how you are?”

“Oh, I am fine. Like you promised all those months ago…Nothing happened to us, or me.”

“I hate to admit that I had no part in that.”

“You had other things to worry about.” I wasn’t sure if I could say it out loud. In prison for 3 months.

“Funny you say that, when in reality prison gave me too much time to worry about all of the things I couldn’t control. Like my mother getting sicker every day, and the fact that Scratch was still running around free, and I had no idea if you were okay.” My throat felt like it was getting tighter. I didn't expect him to worry so much.

“Penelope told me that your mother was better now. Is that not true?” 

“No, it is. She's better now. But things were getting worse for a while, which was mainly my fault.” Self-deprecation and shame laced his words. “It's a long story, and also the story of how I got framed for murder in the first place. I don't feel like telling it.”

“That's okay. You don't have to tell me anything.” My words were almost a whisper. “Are you talking to someone at least?” He paused and leaned back in his seat slightly, guarded.

“Yes. My reinstatement requires mandatory therapy, if that's what you mean.” 

“And how about a non-mandatory therapist? Because you and I both know you want to be reinstated and would keep things from them to achieve that.” I regretted my words the second they had left my mouth.

“Prentiss isn't worried, so neither should you.” Cold, harsh words, meant to throw me off, I'm sure.

“I'm not doubting your ability in the field, Spencer. I'm worried about you.”

“You don't think we are past that point?” I could see that he didn't really mean it, but he had said it nonetheless. And I knew he did it to hurt me. I swallowed down the tears that stung in my eyes.

“You just told me you worried about me while you were in prison. So why would you say that.” The hurt was visible in my voice.

“That's different.” His whole body tensed, arms crossing in front of him.

“How?” 

“It just is.”

“That's not a real answer and you know it!” The sadness disappeared and was replaced by hot, burning anger. “ ‘It just is’, ‘I can't’, ‘Don't ask me why, we just can’t’.” I said, mocking his voice. Bile rose in my throat, but I pushed it down. “I am not a stupid child, Spencer. You don't get to treat me like one! You might think that you don't owe me these explanations, but you do!”

“I don't owe you anything, Y/N.” He said it with such certainty and resentment that I couldn't stop the tears from flooding. The other people in the cafe were looking our way when an involuntary sob left me. “Y/N, I-” 

But the room suddenly felt too small, and the air too thick. I knew I had to leave now to keep at least some of my dignity. So I quickly grabbed my bag and scrambled out of the seat. 

He called my name again, but I didn't want to hear anything else from him.

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Jamie could still feel her pulsing around him, even after he'd emptied himself deep inside her. She was milking him without even trying, her body clinging to him like it didn't know how to stop. And fuck, he was still hard. Still buried to the hilt. Still drunk off the way she broke apart under him like she'd been made for this. But then he heard it. That soft, broken little sound from her lips. He didn't move. Didn't thrust. Didn't even breathe for a second. His eyes scanned her face, watching the way her lashes fluttered, chest heaved, sweat dampening her skin. She looked wrecked. Not in the way he loved. In the way that made something cold grip his chest. And when Brynn's legs slipped from around him, he let them, watching her body go limp like she couldn't hold herself together a second longer. Then came her voice, quiet, hoarse, not the least bit bratty or teasing. That was all it took. He was out of her in one slow stroke, careful, cradling her hips as he pulled back like she might shatter if he moved too fast. The sight of her lying there, fucked-out and trembling, saying sorry like she'd done something wrong... It gutted him. Jamie leaned over her, pressing a hand to her cheek, his thumb brushing along the damp skin just under her eye. "No. Don't apologize," he murmured softly. "You were fucking perfect, Brynn. You gave me everything." He kissed her temple, slow and soft, letting the weight of the moment settle between them. "You don't have to do more. Not tonight. I've got you, alright?" His arms slid beneath Brynn without hesitation, pulling her close, careful not to jostle her too much. Her skin was burning up against his, but she was cold, too. The kind of cold that came after being completely spent. He tucked the blankets around her, holding her tighter. Didn't matter to him that the bed was a mess and they were lying in their filth. He knew she needed this. He stayed like that for a moment, just holding her, letting her come down the rest of the way in his arms. Her breathing was still uneven, and he could feel the way her body twitched with aftershocks now and then, like it couldn't decide whether to fully relax or hold onto the memory of what they'd just done. Jamie brushed her blonde hair back from her face, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "You with me, baby?" He asked softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Still here?" He let his hand trail gently down Brynn's arm, then across her side to somewhat ground her in a way. "I know you're done. I know that was a lot. And I pushed you—I meant to. But I never wanted to break you." His voice cracked, just slightly, guilt settling into his gut like a stone. He rested his chin on top of her head for a beat before speaking again. "Let me take care of you now, alright?" His voice was calm, low, laced with something deeper than dominance. Something that sounded a hell of a lot like devotion. "I'm gonna run you a warm bath. Put something calming in it, lavender or whatever you like. Let you just... Breathe. I can order us some good food while you're relaxing, too. You don't even have to move if you don't want to. I'll carry you there myself." He pulled back just enough to look down at her, brushing his thumb gently over her cheek. "That sound okay, sweetheart?"

if brynn had thought that her own orgasm was intense, then his was twice that, and maybe it was the fog in her brain, or maybe it was real - but either way she could have sworn that his orgasm had immediately pushed her into a third. it was too much, overwhelming as she couldn't even control her own body at this point, it was unlike anything the girl had ever experienced. he had made her a promise and it was safe to say that he had delivered, but she couldn't even tell if he was done at this point. taking everything that he would give her, it didn't even register anymore as her hips rolled against him, milking him for everything. it wasn't until she had started to come down from the high, her mind still foggy, dizzy as she could barely keep her eyes open at this point, that she'd heard his words. they were soft, and she didn't know if it was his tone, or if the orgasm was so intense that it had fucked with her hearing.

❝ mmm. ❞ the girl spoke, her legs slowly falling from around him as she went limp against the bed. the had fell from her neck, moving against her jaw as she laid there, head still spinning as she was doing her best to collect herself. ❝ i can't. ❞ brynn finally spoke after a long pause, her voice was raw, soft as she couldn't be any louder right now. she was spent, exhausted, sweaty, and limp against the mattress. ❝ i can't take anymore. ❞ she finally got out, opening her eyes once more to finally look at him as the haze was just barely starting to clear. ❝ i wanna be good for you, but i can't do it again. ❞ she added, feeling tears spring to the corners of her eyes, worried that he might be upset with her. ❝ i'm sorry. ❞ it was broken as it came out, unsure if he was finished for the moment, terrified of disappointing him.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[flaming-toads]

So what if I go back to s1e10 of 911 and I enjoy Bobby's little dating profile and think about silly cute ideas about it hmm?! HMMM?!

[beef-brisket]

Everything was going so quickly. One minute, Lucifer was holding Adam back from squishing that spider guy, and now everyone was talking about CUTTING the baby put! When the fuck did that happen?

Before Lucifer could answer Charlie, Adam butted in. Which wasn't a surprise: Chick, do you REALLY think I haven't tried all of that labour bullshit?! You know who I am, right? I'm literally the first person to help someone through it- I know all the fucking tricks to induce it! And nothing's fucking worked!

Charlie: I know! I know! But how long ago did you do that?

Adam: The fuck-? Like... when I hit 9 and a half months- and look, it didn't work.

Charlie: Oh, I can tell- just... humour me, alright? Please?

The princess wouldn't back down. Even as she silence went on and on, Adam did nothing but stared at her. But she wouldn't cower, or hide, or take back what she said. She knows Adam had a right to a... angelic c-section, but they're tough. And difficult to recover from.

Lucifer looked between Adam and his daughter. She looked so small next to the first man. Even before he was pregnant. But them the first humans were over ten feet tall.

Lucifer: Ad-?

Adam: Fine. Fucking- FINE. But I swear, if this shit doesn't work, it's your fucking head!

That got Lucifer's atten: Whoa! Hey! No-!

Charlie: If my list doesn't work, I'll drive you to the hospital myself.

After pulling his shirt on, Adam folded it arms: Not enough.

Charlie: ...I'll babysit.

Adam: ...Go on.

Charlie: For a whole week. Once a month.

That got Adam's attention. He was so over this fucking kid- who would most likely be walking by the time it gets out.

Adam: ...Hm... that's good. Definitely good. But I want one more thing.

Vaggie: Are you fucking kidding-?!

Adam: Shut up, bitch, I'm talking. I want a fucking room here again. My own room- a PERSONAL room! Where no one can fucking bother me. No kid. None of your freak guests. And especially not that fucking maid and her weird cunt that's still paying that fucking piano!

Everyone quickly grabs Adam's arm to stop him from killing the radio demon.

Charlie: Fine! Deal! Your own room, babysitting, and- uh- ribs! Everyday!

Adam stopped moving and turned to charlie: You mean it?

Charlie: 100%. Just... do my list. And you'll get those things- I promise!

Adam stared at her before shrugging: Alright. Whatever. I'll do your bullshit list.

Everyone sighed and let go of Adam as he finally calmed down.

Adam: What's on your bullshit list, then?

Charlie: I'm so glad you asked!

Flower Within

@beef-brisket

When Adam and Lucifer found out they were first expecting there were an arrange of emotions that they both felt at the time.

Disbelief, anxiety, and of course fear, with the slight sense of excitement.

Even though both were terrified at the idea of having a baby together, seeing as how they were only fooling around at that point and not officially together.

They were both genuinely happy deep down that they were getting the chance to be parents again.

While this would be Adam’s first time being the mother and not the father. He still marveled at the thought of getting to hold a little squirming bundle of joy in his arms once more.

As for Lucifer he was also quite happy. Despite his initial shock at the prospect of having more children than just his daughter.

He loved Charlie with all his heart but unfortunately Lilith only wanted one child with him. Claiming that they only needed one heir. But now he was to gain more children.

With Adam of all people, regardless of past issues with the first man deep within him the devil had wanted nothing more than to have him as the mother of his child.

Soon to be children if he would have it.

There was soon a new emotion that bloomed within both men’s chests. It was hope. Hope for a new future and their precious little one that would soon be in their arms.

….If only it were that simple.

Lucifer and Adam didn’t know why, maybe it was a curse by the Heavens or some kind of twisted punishment created by Hell. But Adam had been pregnant for the last three years.

While his belly was swollen and he was more than ready for the little one within to finally leave, the baby wasn’t.

Which meant Lucifer, along with the rest of the Hazbins, had to deal with a hormonal, temperamental, pregnant Adam.

[loverboybrightsideghost]

hey. everyone. do you remember the pandemic? remember the year and half, two years, still ongoing for many? the worldwide horrific illness with lasting effects on everyone's psyche's and a great tragic many's physical health, forever? it happened like, oh, five years ago now? remember that guys?

[izzy-b-hands]

Was doing okay holding back all of the fear re: the potential election outcome until literally this second what the fuck to my brain lmao

[ranhert]

What you call shallow I call respectful, to the artist at least. Headcanons and shipping are supposed to be fun, but the only thing I've ever seen from the MHA fandom is insults and buzzwords being thrown back at people who don't subscribe to their headcanons or interpretations. Towards other fans AND Horikoshi. That's why I focused on the common 'ur homophobic' L take initially. I said obvious because it's stated rather plainly:

If Horikoshi wanted any of his characters to be anything that's not considered the societal norm in Japan (a VERY conservative and conformative country still), he would have said so already like he had already for those three, which in of itself is pretty daring with the way LGBT is taken in Japan IRL, but I digress. The fact that he hasn't and didn't says to me that no other character besides those three are canonically LGBT, and since these are his characters, that's the final word because the series is over. I don't really subscribe to the whole coding thing, a lot of them are based off of stereotypes (though I know not all of them are) but even still, personally doesn't sit right with me since it can be such a mixed bag. And in a fandom like MHA, that's basically blasphemy.

Izuku doesn't just blush or get flustered around Ochako, he does with multiple women on the show. He's never seen or even acts that way around any of the men, even in the bath scenes. Same for Bakugo. "That's literally the bare minimum for a straight ship to be valid: one or two awkward blushes and boom, no questions asked" and for gay ships:

Anyone can go through everything that Izuku and Bakugo do and remain close platonically or as (found) family like they do; I'm honestly surprised found family BKDK isn't more popular. Neither are a lesser form of love and it shouldn't be treated as such, as hated, or be overlooked as it does in fandoms or in general. And it shouldn't be seen as hate for the ship either, it may be unpopular but I've seen people on Tumblr, Instagram, Twitter, etc take anything non-romantic BKDK as hate towards the ship when the OP has tags that says "this is not hate".

I say insufferable fans because I've only ever seen threats, wishing bad health, doxxing, death threats, and things alike coming from BKDK shippers at Horikoshi because he goes against their widely accepted interpretation/headcanons and I had hoped that this sort of shit was left in the Steven Universe fandom when I first started getting into MHA. I haven't seen anything like that coming from any other popular ship personally, but then again, I could always be wrong. Honestly, I wouldn't find romantic BKDK half as annoying if it wasn't for the majority of its fans, especially on Instagram who have openly told me to stop shipping platonic/brotherly BKDK and to just ship them romantically and then to kill myself when I told them no. The way they treat anyone who doesn't see their headcanons as canon, with the ship or the characters in general is just wild, to put it lightly.

MHA is not a shounen-ai like Yuuri on ICE. Not accepting that how these characters interact with each other doesn't contribute to them being gay or even bisexual and that they aren't interested in each other romantically in even the slightest sense is not hate or intolerance, and it shouldn't be seen and treated as such. Because that's the kind of viewpoints that make casual anime viewers and readers of MHA turn away and give it its bad rep., which Horikoshi doesn't deserve. Only Horikoshi can confirm or deny which character is gay or not, and he has. Whether people accept it or not is not his problem and he shouldn't be harrassed for it, like how people and most BKDK fans did when he dropped 431.

If Hori ever does come around and says, "Yeah, Izuku/Bakugo/whoever else is (insert not straight sexuality and/or is not cis here)", then I'll accept it, no questions asked. Because that's canon and what came from the creator himself, and I prefer to stick to what the people who created their characters say over any fandom interpretation, headcanon, or reading any day. People can do it for Dana Terrace with The Owl House, so it can be done in kind for Hori.

"Let people have fun. Let people ship", those are some bold words, don't let the anti-proshippers hear you. And I'm not trying to convince anybody, just felt like giving my two cents.

I FOUND IT MY SIGNATURE POST ALIHERABLIHFBAELIHBALEIHBAE

No but seriously those of you who have been liking and reposting know EXACTLY what I’m talking about

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