#I'm going to need a long... long mourning period...

[rubys-domain]

listening to imperfect love always gets me a little emo

[xhoneygirlxx]

he's not magic

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: the time of the month has come and Eddie is the only person who can sooth you.

warnings: talks about menstrual cycles/blood. mentions of dying. tooth rotting fluff. Eddie is a cutie pie. pet names used; sweetheart, baby, honey. shitty writing/spelling errors; if you find any plz ignore it lolololololol.

a/n: i'm currently in so much pain from my period and the only thing i want is for someone to coddle me and tell me i'm going to be ok. i hope you guys enjoy this very small thing, it's not much and it's not good but maybe it'll help you feel good on those days when life is shit. love you all <3

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You're dying, a slow, painful, and mournful death. At this point you stopped caring, stopping all the begging you've done all morning for your life to continue. If this was how you were going out than so be it, you just wished your end had come faster.

You've already bled through two pairs of panties and two pairs of shorts, now left in your trusty period panties and an oversized shirt. Your stomach was bloated to the point it was uncomfortable, your breasts were so swollen that your chest felt like it was going to concave under the weight, and your back felt as if it was going to snap in half at any moment.

It felt like you tried everything, ibuprofen, heating pad, and propping a pillow in between your legs - none of the tricks worked. Now you were left in the fetal position, arms wrapped around your middle and knees pulled to your chest.

For the past how ever many hours you've been moaning out in pain, the stabbing feeling in your uterus just too much to handle. You're sure if someone were to walk in and see you they'd think you were insane and right now you couldn't blame them.

You did look insane, hair wild and matted to your face from all the sweat you've accumulated, voice hoarse and scratchy from all the wounded animal sounds you've made, and your face screwed up in an unflattering way.

Your phone has gone unanswered all day, the only person to have texted you was Eddie. At first it was only tik toks, small comments he thought would make you giggle, and then it turned into him updating you about his day at work, and finally worried questions about if you were okay.

You felt so fucking guilty for not responding, not telling him that you were fine but you just physically couldn't move from your crouched position. This only made you angrier, the fact that your temporarily paralyzed and are restricted from doing the things you need to do.

The fridge sits empty and in need of new groceries, laundry stays piled up by the washer where they wait to be cleaned, and Eddie is waiting for your response worrying about your well being - that is if he hasn't already contacted the national guard to track your location.

Everything is so shitty, the pain, the hurting, the guilt, the frustration. You feel like you're a balloon that's been filled up too much and is waiting to burst at the seams.

You don't have to take long before the heated tears from your eyes fall down, hitting the bridge of your nose, only to land on the pillow beneath your head. It's not a violent cry, at least not yet, just frustrated tears that seem to slip away from their barricade.

You don't even notice the front door of your apartment opening or the sound of Eddie calling for your name, only focusing on the pulsating of your uterus that debilitates your body.

"Fuck, baby I've been worried about you," You don't even turn and look at him, your eyes are still harshly closed. By the sound of his voice you know he's out of breath, brown curls probably wild from the speed of his running.

"Shit, sweetheart, are you okay?" The worry in his voice hits right on the spiderweb crack, shattering you into a million little pieces.

You can't hold it back, the wailing that rips from your throat is something close to bone chilling. Tears streams from your eyes without relent, whole body shaking from the cries that rip from your body.

It doesn't take more than thirty seconds to feel the bed dip as your boyfriend crawls into bed next to you. He doesn't think twice before pulling you in, one arm wrapped around your back and the other soothing down your hair on the side of your head.

"It's okay, baby. M'here, you're okay." Eddie coos and it's like music to your ears.

The warmth from his body fills you in a way your heating pad couldn't. Even with the mucus that fills your nose you catch a whiff of his scent, smoke, pine, and outside -undoubtedly him. His calloused hand runs soothingly up and down your back, allowing your bones to relax into his touch.

Eddie doesn't have to ask, he knows you better than you know yourself, and the way your scrunched up on your bed and crying he knows that you've been battling your pain all day.

"Sweetheart, you have to breath. Can you do that for me? Take one big deep breath, s'all I want, okay?"

You nod your head against his chest, following the way his chest moves as he demonstrates for you. Between hiccupped breaths and streaming tears, you allow your lungs to fill up with as much air as you can take in, releasing it right after in one long exhale.

"Good job, baby. Did such a good job f'me." Eddie's being soft with you, a side of him he only allows you to see and no one else.

You let his praise melt over you, soaking it right up like the plants in a drought. For the first time since you woke up you feel lighter, something you only feel when Eddie's by you. The cramps that have been going nonstop have finally subsided, the presence of your boyfriend scaring them away.

"It hurt so bad, Eds. S'really bad today." Your voice is shaky, as if one wrong move and you can break out into another sob.

"I know, honey, but it's okay. I'm gonna take care of you, kay? I'm gonna make it all better."

You both know that he has no control over what your body decides to do but just the promise alone has your worries easing away. Your body relaxes into him, your knees slowly falling down to their normal position until your laying right up against him.

"On a scale from one to ten, where are you at?" You take a moment to think about it, really evaluating the squeezing of your organs.

"Was a ten but now it's like a seven."

Eddie hums, his hand still soothing up and down your back. A small pause settles over his words, like he's trying to wrack his brain for the next action he's going to make so you can feel better.

"How 'bout you get some rest, then when you get up we'll get you something to eat? Sound okay?" You nod again, too tired to form any sort of response.

Eddie acknowledges your response with a kiss to the top of your head, making you hum in content when he does. It doesn't take long for the tiredness of your body to settle over you, quiet snores coming from your nose in no time.

Even if his arms fall asleep and his back feels stiff, Eddie stays there with you, soothing you in your sleep to ensure that your pain stays at bay. When you do wake up he's right there, waiting for you with some water and more medicine before helping you into the shower.

He's not magic and he has no idea what to do when it comes to woman's health but Eddie Munson will be damned if a period makes his girl cry like that again.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not supporting my best friend? (tw: suicide mention, sexual stuff)

so I(24 F2M) and my best friend Kat(28 F, not real name) used to date for 12 years, so a pretty long relationship and pretty much all of our teenhood and adulthood so far. We've lived together since I turned 18. About six months ago Kat left me for someone else she'd met, Carla(26 F). It was a nasty breakup but we made up and decided to remain best friends afterwards. I'm still very heartbroken over this, but I've tried to sit it aside for Kat's sake. Kat has since moved out to live with Carla but we still live close to each other and spend a lot of time together.

Our entire relationship, physical affection was a low. We tried having sex, but it ended up not working out and we refrained from doing anything else. A few years into living together we started sleeping in separate beds, and there was no kissing or cuddling. That was fine, I didn't want to pressure her into doing anything. The instant Kat and Carla started dating, she would not stop talking about how much she wanted to fuck her, hold her, and kiss her. Now that they're living together, it's all I hear. All of our conversations tend to be about Carla one way or the other. And that's fine, everyone needs a friend to chat to about their life, it was just hard for me to balance all this while still nursing a broken heart and feeling inadequate for being inexperienced.

I tried to tell Kat that these conversations were making me uncomfortable, but it made her angry. She was upset that our relationship had degraded to the point where we couldn't speak frankly about what was on our minds, and that I understand. I let her resume in earnest. I admit fault in this - after we broke up, I basically became a shut in. I have severe depression and I've attempted multiple times before, so I stopped communicating altogether for a while out of grief. I wasn't there for Kat when I should have been.

I ended up having a psychotic break that long story short ended in an attempt, and landed me in the hospital. Kat and Carla came to see me and sat with me for a while, and the conversation turned to their plans for marriage and children. Carla left for work and Kat continued on without her. I wasn't in the best state of mind, and I snapped at her that I don't want to hear this right now and that Kat constantly talking about her relationship with Carla with me wasn't helping me out. I didn't explicitly say it played a part in my attempt because I didn't want to send the message that I would have killed myself if Kat left me(it was multiple compounding reasons that resulted in the break that led to the attempt), but I may have sent that implication regardless. Kat seemed hurt, and I apologized and asked to be alone.

She then blew up at me, cursing me out, saying I was a horrible friend for not supporting her in her life and plans, that I was the one I she could trust and now she can't tell me anything because I'd react this way. It devolved into an argument where I admitted to her that I can't stand her talking about Carla so much and that while I understand if she chose her over me, I was still mourning the future I had with Kat and needed time to grieve. Things calmed down, Kat said she understood, and we had a few talks in-between nurse visits that eventually turned back into her talking about Carla in sexual detail. I just accepted at the time, but once I was discharged and tried to go back to living my life, I stopped talking to Kat more and more. She still leaves walls of text messages about her and Carla that I now ignore.

Where I might be the asshole: Ignoring Kat and getting upset about her trying to share her life with me post breakup. I don't like how I behaved and I should have supported her more than I did. She was in a period of her life where she needed me and wanted someone to share her joy with and I tried to take that away from her. I also might have implied that I attempted due to her leaving me for Carla.

Where I might not be the asshole: I wasn't in my right mind for a great deal of this, and Kat could have been more gentle with me when I was recovering from the attempt. I wouldn't outright call her an asshole for her behavior, I don't honestly think she did anything wrong - I agreed to talking with her about her life and supporting her, she was only utilizing that. Carla has absolutely nothing to do with this otherwise, and she's actually quite nice herself.

So, am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Count Edward

18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: Here's a smutty Halloween treat. Eddie thinks he's a vampire, Steve is his prey.

After the demobat bites healed, there was a period of mourning for Eddie Munson and his scarred skin. . .for his missing nipple. It didn't take him long for him to find something to love about it. He started wearing a cloak, insisted he was a vampire, and told people to start calling him "Count Edward." It was quite endearing until he chose Steve as his victim and started biting his neck. It was completely annoying. . .until it wasn't.

Steve was standing in his kitchen doing dishes when he heard the sound of Eddie entering his house. Ever since he had been invited in, Eddie came over all the time now. Steve was pretty sure he had a key made. Steve didn't mind, though. He enjoyed the company. He smiled when he felt Eddie come up behind him.

"Steven," Eddie whispered, his breath tickling his neck. "May I partake of your sweet nectar?"

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead," Steve said, rolling his eyes.

It was different this time. Eddie slid his arms around his waist, pressing his hands into his lower abdomen. It felt oddly domestic, and it made Steve’s stomach flutter. Eddie's lips brushed delicately against his neck, causing a chill to go down Steve’s spine. Eddie's flicked the tip of his tongue against his neck, and Steve shuttered, his eyes fluttering. Eddie licked a stripe across his moles before biting gently into his neck. It was never like this. It was always a quick bite on the neck, and then he moved on. Steve couldn't help the moan that slipped out or the way his back arched, his head leaning further into him.

"Steven," Eddie breathed into his ear. "Are you enjoying this a little too much?"

"Yeah."

"May I?"

"Y-yeah."

Eddie's hand slid lower until he was cupping Steve through his pants. He was hard now. Eddie giggled delightfully as he pressed his hand against him, stroking him through his jeans. Eddie slammed his hips against Steve’s ass, letting him know that he was just as hard as he was. He started grinding against Steve.

"Please, I need you inside of me. . . Count Edward," Steve said breathlessly.

"Fuck."

Eddie quickly had them both stripped down to nothing, and they were standing completely naked in the kitchen. . . Well, almost naked. Eddie kept the cloak on. He bent Steve over the island and ran his hands down his back. Eddie's fingers trailed down to his ass, gripping his cheeks as he spread them.

"Fuck!" Steve exclaimed, his face cheek pressed to the cold counter. "Hurry up, man! The lube is all the way upstairs. Just use olive oil!"

"My sweet Steven, you yearn for me desperately, don't you?" Eddie asked teasingly.

"Yes, fuck! Come on," Steve said.

"Yes, what?" Eddie asked.

"Yes, my Count Edward, I yearn for you and your gorgeous dick," Steve sighed.

Eddie cackled as he opened him up with his fingers, stretching him out and watching him cry out as Eddie took his sweet time fucking him with his fingers. Steve was biting into a dish towel when Eddie finally slid his fingers out of him.

"We do not need condoms?" Eddie asked.

"Uh, I'm clean, are you?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yeah, definitely," Eddie snorted.

Eddie lined himself up and pushed himself into Steve. He started his thrusts out slow, and then they grew faster each time Steve called out his name. Eddie gripped his hips while Steve gripped the counter, white knuckling it. Steve let out out a loud cry he arrived before Eddie, his cum hitting his legs and the counter. Eddie smirked as he came inside of Steve, leaning over him, pressing his hips tightly against him as he tried to hold his cum inside of Steve as much as possible.

"You trying to get me pregnant?" Steve laughed.

"Mmm, yesss," Eddie hissed. "Let my seed swell within you, Steven. Let our bat babies grow."

Steve giggled.

"Okay, let me up, you dork," Steve said.

With a whine, Eddie pulled out of Steve and let him up.

"Boy, we got ourselves and olive oil all over our clothes," Eddie whistled as he took the dish towel and started cleaning them up. "Oh, man, I got some on my cape. I'll just put all of this stuff in the washing machine. It'll take the cape, yes?"

"Yeah, I'll clean the rest of this up, and then should I go start the shower for us?" Steve asked.

"I was kind of hoping to watch you finish the dishes butt ass naked and then we shower," Eddie grinned.

"Fine, you freak," Steve laughed.

When Eddie came back, he was completely naked without the cape, and Steve was washing dishes again, the gloves back on. Eddie whistled and hopped up onto the very spot where he fucked Steve.

"I can not believe that I lost my virginity to the Steve Harrington," Eddie rolled his eyes dramatically and then whispered, "I fucked that ass."

"Wait, what?" Steve asked, turning around.

"I said I fucked that ass," Eddie said.

"No, before that," Steve rolled his eyes.

"I can not believe I lost my virginity to the Steve Harrington," Eddie laughed.

"You were a virgin?!" Steve exclaimed.

"Yep!" Eddie exclaimed cheerfully. "By the way, should I get a tattoo that says devirginized by Steve’s ass?"

"No, absolutely not," Steve grinned, his cheeks pink.

Eddie laughed before popping something into his mouth. He grinned, revealing fake vampire teeth.

"Give me a kisssss, Sssteeeven," Eddie hissed.

"No, you fucking dork," Steve giggled as Eddie stepped into his space.

"Come on!"

Steve shook his head. He reached into his mouth and took out the teeth before kissing him. Eddie whined against his lips and wrapped his arms around Steve, kissing him harshly. Steve broke the kiss.

"Let's go shower," Steve said. "And then we cuddle."

"Steve. . . ," Eddie said as they climbed the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"Am I your fucking dork?" Eddie asked.

"Absolutely."

After they made it official, Eddie put an end to his constant vampire persona and only brought "Count Edward" out when the two of them were in the bedroom. Steve couldn't be happier, and neither could Eddie. Although Robin hadn't been too pleased when Steve drunkenly told her where "Count Edward" disappeared to. She was never eating in his kitchen ever again.

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Reference Guide to Seb's Hair(Long post w lots of pics):

I would rate these but I love every version of him too much so I cannot pick 🤭, I'll add some commentary though. This took a horrible amount of time but it was also a great excuse to download and show off a truly terrible amnt of Seb pics(I was in tears half the time bcs of cuteness agression)

0. Testing(Jerez)(February 10th-12th):

Honestly such perfect Seb hair, I find this soooo cute!!! His hair is honestly always so perfect at Jerez testing every season. I love the length and style, he looks so incredibly pretty &lt;3

1. Australia(March 26th-29th):

And now he is...bald. I actually kinda love this hair, he's my little kiwi fruit!! But I also can't help but mourn the Jerez hair. I'm just like: why did you feel the need to go bald, Seb??? It makes him look so young!

2. Malaysia(April 2nd-5th):

3. China(April 16th-19th):

I think the highlight of his bald era is how much he embodies the nickname "sunshine." Like the way his hair and eylashes glow in the sun??? Literally sunshine. Also it's cute to see his hair grow more fluffy

4. Bahrain(April 23rd-26th):

The texture differences are so interesting, I think this length looks its best when it's more fluffy like in the top right pic.

5. Spain(May 7th-10th):

It's funny how his hairline does that point in the middle, again: looks better when he looks unkempt

6. Monaco(May 21st-24th):

Weirdly shocked at how much his hair grew in-between Spain and Monaco??? Also I forgot that those fashion pics were from this weekend, and I was jumpscared by his mohawk look. I think he should keep away from hair product hahaha

7. Turkey(June 4th-7th):

Lego hair looking ass. Kidding kidding, just think his hair looks best all natural

8. Silverstone(June 18th-21st):

Lowkey kinda baffling to me how different his hair looks at different stages of the weekend. The podium hair especially is just soooo different, its very cute but yeah idk

9. Germany(July 9th-12th):

I did not realize he cut his hair again during this season?? Seeing these was very surprising to me, I had thought he grew it out for the entire season but I guess not! But I guess if he hadn't gotten a haircut the entire season, he'd probably have his angelic curls of 2010 by the end

10. Hungary(July 23rd-26th):

Kinda love the looks he was serving this weekend, it's just very spikey and cute(also the cunty sunglasses!!

11. Valencia(August 20th-23rd):

12. Belgium(August 27th-30th):

That garage lighting makes his hair look soooo much more yellow rather than his fair blond in the sunlight

13. Italy(September 10th-13th):

This transitional growing period is not my fav, just the way his hair sweeps in is funny

14. Singapore(September 24th-27th):

Looking particularly blond this weekend!! His hair is just very light and pretty

15. Japan(October 1st-4th):

I think most of these are from post-quali and for good reason; I love the way it looks like he has highlights in all the bottom pics

16. Brazil(October 15th-18th):

I love his scruffiness from this weekend!!! The scruffy stubble is sooooooo!!!

17. Abu Dhabi(October 29th-November 1st):

Pretty cute I think but yeah like nothing can really compete with his hair length in 2010 for me so I look at these and I'm like, ooooo growing longer!!

Conclusion: I think it's fun to get to see the process of someone's hair growing out. I've noticed that a lot of men with short hair get very consistent haircuts to keep their hair generally the same length, and I think that's so boring!! I think it's great to grow out your hair for a few months time because you get to see yourself at all the different stages and experiment with all kinds of different looks! So yeah, props to Seb for serving all kinds of looks this season!!

Also it's always interesting to me how much hair length/style and facial hair can change a person's look, but particularly how old/young they look. Like when he shaved his his head, it made him look so young. But in Brazil for example, with the longer hair and scruffy facial hair, he def looks older!

And of course, let me know which you like the best :D My favorite is Jerez <3

[breannasfluff]

Shadow: I find it very unseemly of Vio to start dating again. Isn't the customary period of mourning 10 years? Blue: Die. Let's find out.

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Blue: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something! Green: You left me, Red, Vio, and Shadow in a Walmart parking lot at 2 am a day ago. Blue: I did that on purpose, try again.

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Shadow: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed off the souls of the living I strike fear into- Vio, not looking up from his book: You sleep with a teddy bear. Shadow: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!

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Vio: And what did we learn, Shadow? Shadow: Tackling someone isn’t the correct response to being asked a simple question.

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Green: The best part of an Oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it. Vio: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side. Blue: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A F***ING COOKIE!

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Shadow, to the Colors: If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands! *silence* Shadow: Damn, y’all depressed as f***! Blue: You didn’t clap either- Shadow: SHUT UP!

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Shadow: I think I need a hug… Red: Good thing I'm hug-shaped! *45 minutes later* Shadow: You... you can let go now. Red: No, I absolutely cannot.

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It's been too long and I've been saving...

Be prepared.

Lots of four swords this time!

[princessanonymous]

Your platonic yandere vampire fuckin slaps, its so good i want to eat it

Since after turning, the reader is basically a NEET at this point cause I doubt Dorian would allow her to have a life. Are there like any expectations that he has on her on a day to day basis?

As in, does he expect a minimum amount of time spent together as a family (aside from dinners), having the 1700s equivalent of family game nights, does Dorian expect the reader to hug her dads at least once a day? Or does he let her rot in her room with dolls and just likes the idea of having his husband and daughter in the house?

Once again, love your work and great job , fuckin banger series you made thank you so much for the delicious food, looking forward for more

𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓑𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴 (Ask)

When Night Comes asks Platonic Yandere Vampire Story Chapter list

I'm glad to know you liked it! (*°▽°*) Thank you for asking! Sorry it took so long to answer, I just didn't know how to put it into words until today. o(TヘTo) But here it is :

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Surprisingly, Dorian did not expect a certain amount of time spent together. With time, he had grown to understand that forcing it would only make the girl pull away even more. He knew (Y/n) would come to him or Killian all by herself. Who else would she turn to anyway? Who else would she turn to, after all? Balls and gatherings where she could mingle with vampires of similar age and disposition were few and far between. Being in contact with mortals without feeding on them was even rarer. 

No, he knew she needed them. Leaving wasn’t even an option for one who looked so young, that, she was very much aware of. She wasn’t dumb, far from it.

But every three decades or so, the youngling would forget that and simply confine herself in her own quarters. Dorian learned not to make a big deal about it. Still, she needed company no matter how much she could forget that sometimes. Naturally, he would then find her company; that was his role as his caretaker, after all. The first time, it had been a grey cat which, for the life of him, he couldn't remember the name of. Next, it was a little puppy and, ten years ago, it was a small cat with bright blue eyes named Atlas.

They all died within ten years of their arrival. His little vampire took great care of them, but their mortal existence couldn’t be extended forever. Yet, every time, she would be devastated, mourning them for a long period of time. Just like she was doing tonight, in fact. Atlas had been buried earlier in the night. The poor girl was a mess sobbing in his arms. He gently rubbed circles in her back as she cried all the tears in her body. 

“Now, hush dear," he muttered with a soothing voice, “you gave it a wonderful life. I’m sure he is now thankful wherever he is.”

"Why did he have to go?" She sobbed even more.

"All mortals have to go, starshine, you know that," he reminded her softly.

The stark contrast between mortals and their kind was a truth they couldn't escape. Mortals, with their fleeting lives and fragile mortality, existed on a different plane altogether. They grew old and frail, their bodies succumbing to the relentless march of time, while vampires remained frozen in eternal youth, unchanging and immutable. Mortals came and went like whispers on the wind, leaving behind only the faintest traces of their existence, while vampires endured, their memories etched into the fabric of eternity. Dorian knew the pet would eventually die, just like the others. And yet, despite the inevitability of her passing, she still had them; her family. 

In the quiet darkness of the night, she sought solace in the embrace of the familiar, curling up in the comforting confines of Dorian's coffin. Her tears, silent witnesses to the turmoil that churned within her, traced shimmering paths down her cheeks. He petted her hair gently as Killian placed a kiss on her forehead. And just like that, everything was as it was before. She clung to them as she should.

She would always come to them in the end. Sometimes, it just took a little push, a reminder that mortal life was fleeting — and here she was once again, returning to them with a heart heavy with sorrow and tears.

She would come and they would be there.

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Does he bring her pets so she can watch them die on purpose as a form of punishment whenever she pulls away for too long?

'Nooooooo, of course nooooot,' Dorian says, u know, just like a dirty filthy lying liar who lies.

[wisefoxluminary]

After watching Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3, I've had a long and hard think about how Peter and Rocket's relationship was portrayed in the film and I think there is clear homoerotic subtext between them. For clarification, homoerotic subtext is when a close friendship between the same sex is portrayed similarly to a romantic one. Here is the instances it was implied throughout the gotg trilogy.

*Spoilers for Guardians of The Galaxy will follow*

When Rocket's life hung on the balance, Peter went to great lengths to save him. Throughout the film, he refers to Rocket as his "best friend". He blames himself for Rocket's injuries as he was drunk at the time and couldn't stop him from getting hurt. When Rocket laid flatlining on the bed and was near death, Peter didn't give up on him. He had hope that he would get out of this alive. He wasn't going to lose another friend. Peter had a heartbreaking, visceral reaction to watching Rocket die before him. He needs Rocket more than anything. He is the one that holds him together even in his darkest moments.

When Rocket comes back from the afterlife, alive and well, Peter hugs him tightly along with Groot, showing how much he cares about him.

"I'm not letting him go"

Peter and Rocket share the same interests in music. They both share ownership of the zune. Rocket can be heard singing along to the music like Radiohead's Creep in the vol.3's prologue. He has formed a special connection to music the same way Quill has had. The connection is utilised when Quill nearly sacrifices his life to get the zune back for Rocket. "I got this back for you" is a very powerful message. Music is the thing that brings them together and makes their bond stronger. His love for Rocket made him get the zune back. It was all in the name of love.

When Peter is away, Rocket would listen to his music as a way of remembering him and to feel that his presence is always with him. Rocket may love to make fun of Quill, but he is everything to him.

Peter and Rocket would argue about who was captain and bicker and throw insults at one another constantly. It was what made up most of the tension between them. They are like a couple arguing, with unresolved sexual tension they choose not to deal with.

Peter has lost so much in his life that he has become a shell of a man. Rocket is scared of losing people and desires to push people away. He blames himself for losing his friends all those years ago and can't bear to lose another. He is scared of disappointing them. They both understand these flaws and help each other work through it.

When the Guardians were in the Kyln Prison in Vol 1, Rocket wasn't afraid to defend Quill from those who desired to kill him. He was his bounty and if they wanted to get through to him, they had to go through him and Groot.

In Avengers Endgame, Rocket wore Star Lord's scarf as a mark of remembrance after his captain was dusted.

Rocket comes to pull Peter out of his drunken state. In that dark period of his life, when he was mourning Gamora in a unhealthy way, Rocket was the only one that was there for him. He took him out of that dark place and was there for him every step of the way.

Peter appoints Rocket captain and leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy at the end of Vol. 3 because he sees so much of himself in him. He has so much respect and honour for the raccoon after everything that he went through, that he needs someone who can protect those who can't fight for themselves. Those who were once in Rocket's position.

In the mid-credits scene, when Rocket and the new Guardians talk about their music tastes, Rocket introduces the team to the song "Come and Get Your Love" by Redbone, a song that holds a special place in his heart because it was Peter's favourite song. The way he talks about the song prior to playing it is quite melancholic because it reminds him of Peter. Now that he's gone, he misses him with all his heart.

My personal headcanon is that Rocket had feelings for Peter, but was too angry and stuck in his ways to admit it. When he was drunk, It hurt Rocket to see Peter in such a dark and depressing state. When Rocket gets hurt, it spurs Peter into action and it makes him realise how much he cares about the raccoon.

[fanaticalthings]

You’re headcanon of Battinson crying when it comes to his kids makes me wonder what his reaction would be to Jason’s death. Like even in the comics it’s said that Jason’s death shattered and nearly killed him emotionally as well as physically as Bruce literally threw himself into his work and fighting crimes

But you’re headcanon makes me imagine that it would go a little further and just not go out as Batman and instead wonder the Manor maybe spend a lot of time in Jason’s room. I can see Bruce also clinging to Dick and becoming protective of him.

Yess, in canon comics after Jason died, Bruce withdrew himself from everybody, including Dick. He threw himself fully into crime fighting to the point where he disregarded his own safety and health.

And on top of all that, Dick also mentioned how Bruce basically got rid of any evidence that Jason even existed (I'm assuming photos, Jason's clothes, his books, etc) from his (Bruce's) bedroom. So comic Bruce clearly was so pained by Jason's death that he couldn't bear to even look at anything that reminded him of Jason. I have no idea what Bruce did to Jason's own bedroom but I'm assuming he never steps foot in it again.

Now as for Battinson, I think his reaction and grieving would be a bit different. Like anon said, I def think Battinson would cling more protectively to Dick and would spend long periods in Jason's room just mourning the loss of his son.

I also feel like he would sleep in Jason's bed and cry himself to sleep, imagining that he still has his son in his arms with him like all those times Jason sought him out after a nightmare or when he just wanted to cuddle with Bruce.

Comic!Bruce barely cried when Jason died (although it was still very obvious he was distraught over it), but I think Battinson would be the opposite and would cry at every little reminder of Jason, and unlike Comic!Bruce, would make sure to keep all of Jason's belongings where he left them (especially if they were left in Bruce's room)

In the comics, Bruce never told Dick about Jason's death, causing Dick to miss the funeral and making their relationship even more tense than before, however, I think battinson!Bruce would want Dick even more present in his life now that Jason has left a gapping hole.

This man just went through the most traumatizing and heartbreaking thing a parent can experience so of course he'd want to keep his remaining child with him at all times. I also feel like this would make Dick and him closer than ever (even if Bruce's helicopter parenting can be a bit much), since Battinson!Bruce would be more emotionally vulnerable and open, which would allow them to grieve together and maybe in a more healthy way.

Battinson!Bruce would dedicate so many charities and memorials to Jason, and would visit his grave all the time so he could read to him. In general, I still believe this Bruce would still close himself off, but only to people who aren't in his immediate circle/family.

The immediate aftermath of Jason's death would be absolutely devastating for him. If Death in the Family were to happen in The Batman universe, I need Battinson to let out the most heartwrenching cry when he comes across Jason's body, like i need him to be full body sobbing in the explosive aftermath of Joker's deeds. I need to see him viscerally torn apart as he clutches Jason's body tightly to his chest like how a parent would gently cradle their child to sleep. I just need it to be absolutely obvious that this man has just gone through something maybe worse than his own parents' deaths, and I want it to be known that Jason dying meant a part of Bruce died too.

It would hurt so much more considering Battinson!Bruce started off very closed off, and the only reason he came close to functioning like a healthy human was because his first sons broke down his walls and filled his life with a purpose other than serving vengeance. Dick and Jason would probably bring sm love back into his life, so imagine how badly he reacts when suddenly losing a large part of that? Bruce basically raised Jason, taught him almost everything he knew, and in turn Jason (and Dick ofc) taught Bruce how to love, and be a father, so it must've been so painful knowing he'll never get to see his baby grow.

I still think Battinson would pull a comic!Bruce and throw himself aggressively into crimefighting and detective work, except when he comes home he'll make sure to spend time with Dick, and maybe sit around in Jason's room, reminiscing all their memories together.

As for Jason's return as Red Hood? Lmao that man wouldn't dare lay a finger on his son, he would immediately tackle Jason into a loving embrace and cry his heart out after finding out his baby is alive

[mrsbbradshaw]

can you write something for maverick? maybe some domestic fluff? tg1 mav or dilf mav, both are good

Mornings of Spring

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Fem! Reader

Warnings : Top Gun spoilers, a pinch of angst, both fluff and domestic fluff

Synopsis : She fell first but he fell harder

Reader's callsign : 'Gucci' (she's always known for her bold red Gucci purse)

Reader's lastname : Reyes

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell was the hardest person she could ever crack. The first time they met was back in 1985 when she was the only female pilot to enter Top Gun.

She had eyes for him the day she entered the Fighter Weapons School. They spoke a few times, greeting each other here and there, making small talks, they were friends, sometimes going to bars together with Nick Bradshaw.

"20 bucks if you can pull a girl from here, tonight, Mav" she teased, getting a 20 dollar bill from her red Gucci purse which earned her, her callsign.

"Will I still get it if I pull you ?" He cocked a brow, smirking at her.

The young female lieutenant pushed her friend playfully when in fact, it made her heart race. Sadly, it was a joke.

What's more sad was that she was his 'advisor' during his relationship with Charlie. Goose and her was always his wingman (not literally), but mostly, it was her since she's knows alot of 'girl stuff'.

It all turned after Goose passed away. Pete had no wingman and she was assigned as his new one. She noticed the distance between them after his best friend died.

He no longer talked to her as he quit Top Gun abruptly. He only came back during graduation, with his eyes focused on her in her white military uniform.

She smiled at him, even after he practically cut ties with everyone. He was confused at her, how is it that she's pretending like nothing had happened.

And as time passed, they worked together as partners, it took a while for Maverick to get over his mourning period.

Y/n "Gucci" Reyes stood beside him, offering him her shoulders to cry on, the two of them cried together sometimes, it was hard to swallow that their best friend was dead.

The guilt that ate Maverick was bigger than it did to y/n. She wasn't there that day, she didn't see him die. But he did.

It took him a long time to open up to her, he was the hardest person to talk to for a time being. As his relationship with Charlie was declining, she had told him to do what he thinks is best, she'd thought that he didn't listen to her, but to her surprise, he did listen.

They broke up.

she never left him after that, she didn't care how harsh he was to her, she knew he needed someone to talk to so she became that person.

They grew closer over time, he became more comfortable with her, the two grew closer.

It was spring, when they had a heart-felt conversation after a long time.

"Why is it that you're always smiling ? What's with that look on your face that's always pretends like mothing's ever happened ?"

"You think I smile alot, Pete ?" He nodded as an answer, taking a sip from his beer as they sat on the porch, outside of her home, the sun was set and dinner was done.

She looked at the plants that have begun to grow again. The fresh leaves and flower started to reappear.

Y/n took a sip from her booze, wrapping herself around his jacket.

"I'm not really a public person when it comes to my stories,"

"Why ?"

"I mean, you saw me cry, you saw me blow up like there's no tomorrow but," She let out a deep sigh

"People are already living with a lot on their plate, I just don't want to add more....burden by telling my story"

"Don't do that" He eyed her so tenderly that the look on his eyes was one that she would never forget.

"huh ?" she blinked twice

"Don't call yourself a burden, you'd always tell me your story about what happened-"

Gucci pursed her lips

Then he realised it, all the times they were together, she never talked about any of her problems, she never told anyone about her family, they were always talking about what had occurred inside the navy.

Maverick was always the one venting and opening up, she was just a listener.

Guilt.

He felt guilty, a part of him thought that he was a douchebag for not asking about her life.

"I want to know you"

"you do ?"

His eyes were so different in moments like these, more soft than she knew eyes could be. The soldier was gone and instead it is the eyes of one who cares deeply.

"I thought you didn't want to, you were always busy with....her" she chuckled, breaking off the eye contact that made her cheeks burn, she eyed the plants on her balcony.

'Shit' he thought to himself, all this time he was blind.

She gave him so many signs yet he didn't realise it until this very moment when he thought that what she said just now was the missing piece to the puzzle.

Everything was perfectly clear now, how she rejected dates with Iceman every time he tried to ask her out, how she was always beside him, smiling, listening. Maverick would always notice the looks she was giving him, yet pushing her away indirectly.

She just told him that she likes him.

Even after such a long time she still likes him ?

Y/n let out a deep breath,

"Well, it's getting dark, you should get back, we have an early day tomorrow"

She was stop by his hand grabbing her wrist, he stood up from where he was seated, she gazed into his green eyes, figuring out what stunt he was trying to pull.

"Pete ?" She called him

He was so focused on her eyes that he had ignored for so long yet only came to realise after everything she has gone through. She did not even notice how much closer he was now.

It was her.

It was only her, the sole thing left in the universe, eyes shining like two worlds only for him, visible only to him, and her eyes that always drew his attention. It was her laugh, her personality, her trademark smile, the way she whispered his name. It was her, it always was, and it always will be.

He cursed at himself for being blind, he cursed himself for not listening to Goose when he told her that Gucci might like him.

"Pete" She repeated with a soft and quiet voice.

He took a step closer, cupping her soft cheeks while her fingers brushed the hem of his white shirt : worn cotton and old. She must have seen him a thousand times in this shirt, but she had never seen it so close before. It complimented him well, playing against the world of his eyes in a way that visibly appealed to her.

Maverick began to see even more of her face under the darkening blush. He was looking down on her — really looking, and all the nervousness he was so prone to feeling washed out of him like a tidal wave, flooding from the tips of his fingers and crashing out of his mouth as it parted in the slightest way, almost invisible. But he knew it was, for her eyes fluttered down to it.

Neither knew who took the final step, but someone did, and they were no longer two people with two stories and two minds, but one.

She finally noticed how close he truly was when his lips enclosed on hers; soft yet immersive, gentle yet powerful all the same. 

Just as quickly as her hands laced with his, She responded with such enthusiasm that he was taken aback at first, but regained his composure and reminded himself of what was happening

He was really kissing her, she was really kissing him, and the world around them was meaningless.

It still wasn't clear if she dreamed this moment to life, but there was raw emotion in the way his fingers curled around hers. Maverick kept his eyes half open, sneaking a guilty peek at her every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn't a product of his imagination.

He wasn't sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into a perfect present, but every breath he took smelled like jasmine and for the first time since he'd known himself, he didn't feel shy. If anything, the warm feeling of her breath, although destabilizing, was inviting. This time around he draped both arms around her small frame and met her lips again halfway.

He took a step back, heat rising to his face, still putting a soft smile on his face

"Is it okay if I stay the night ?"

----

On spring of the year 1990, they were known as Mr & Mrs Mitchell.

----

Present Day.

Spring was always her favourite season.

It was the season where she met her husband for the first time.

Spring was the same season that she got married with her husband.

Ever since, she had always loved waking up beside him, every single morning for more than 3 decades.

When she found someone to love and wake up with that person a lot, she forgot about her previous loneliness. It just evaporates.

She just gain a sense of fullness and purpose. Everything comes together and many wild things seem possible.

He's just finish showering and is looking for a specific white shirt.

"Hey honey, have you seen my white shirt, the one I used uhh two days ago ?"

He walked into the bedroom half naked, a towel covering his waist and below. He stops immediately after seeing his wife still asleep.

He adores watching her sleep. How her face was calm, quiet, while her breathing was peaceful and patient. He always strokes her hair, and watches her sleep. Even when she was asleep, he thinks that she`s gorgeous. Watching her on his side of the bed makes his soul peaceful.

He would sometimes think about the outcome if he hadn't married her. Looking back, he thought that it was one of the best decisions of her life and he knew that Goose would be proud of him.

It was a morning routine for him.

Kissing his wife's forehead, whispering "Good morning, love" and lightly squeezing her hand before starting his day.

"huh ?" She slowly opened her eyes, squinting to the sight of her husband half naked.

She wiped her eyes twice before letting out a yawn,

"Good morning, Pete" She gave him a smile.

"I ironed your shirt yesterday, it's there..." She pointed to the hanger. She had prepared it the night before, somehow getting the gut feeling that he was going to wear it.

"you're one of a kind" He placed another kiss on her cheeks

"I'm gonna go an work on the plane,"

"hmm, alright"

With the sun peeking through the blinds of their room, she get up from bed and opened the windows of their room to a clear morning sky that appeared for the first time in a few days. The smell of her fresh tulips greeted her for the morning.

Y/n Mitchell got dressed, changing out from her pyjamas into one of his shirt, slipping it over her head and watching it settle down near her thighs.

She stepped into the kitchen to cook breakfast. Taking out a few ingredients from the fridge, she had decided to cook waffles, then bringing two plates out for them.

Their kids, the twins, Maisie and Garren were on a camping trip, so they had the house all to themselves.

A small smile would appear on her face looking at him fixing his plane, he looked so focus yet with his biceps on display, it a sight that she never got tired to see.

He had noticed her presence and called her out, "Are you gonna stare forever ?"

She brought the plates, placing it onto the glass table near the plane, he took a seat across her and looked at her for sometime.

There was a moment of silence as the two as they made eye contact. If it were anyone else she would drop her gaze, but with him she's drawn in closer, always wanting more. 

It's the look that she had on her face, she would look at him like she would look at her garden filled with breathtaking flowers on a beautiful day. Lost in the thoughts yet so present in the moment. She had this little grin on her face that he loved so much whenever she watched their kids laugh at something she said and she looks at them like nothing else mattered in this world.

He couldn't help but look at her like she was the most beautiful and unique work of art of all. When she decided to retire as a naval aviator, he had never gave so much support, assuring her that it's a decision that would have a great change.

He was jealous of her sometimes, he was jealous that his wife's rank was higher than his.

VICE ADMIRAL Y/N "GUCCI" MITCHELL

He was always getting into trouble, Iceman and Gucci were the ones taking him out from them. She had told him that even if he was captain, everyone respected him. The navy had no one else like Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

So when the news of her retiring from the navy arrived, everyone around her gave her a warm hug of goodbye. Her husband was the most supportive of all.

He took a deep breath, trying to look away, but he can't. He's so involve with her and mesmerised with every single feature on her face. He fell harder than she did.

It was the same look he gave her that night on the porch, outside her home more or less 30 years ago.

"What" she spoke, breaking off the silence

"Nothing, I'm thinking of how lucky I am"

"Lucky ?" She questioned

"How lucky I am to call you my wife."

A/N: Hey Anon ! Thanks for the request, I thought of writing for both Tg1 & 2 Mav HAHAHA, I hope you liked this one :)

[house-of-slayterr]

Criminal Minds Incorrect Quotes:

Hotch: Damn, the power went out.

Y/N: Don’t worry, I got this.

Y/N: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*

Hotch: What-?

Y/N: I swallowed a glow stick!

Hotch, on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-

Derek , throwing their head into Y/N's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Y/N, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

Y/N: I can’t believe all these people are wearing black. black is supposed to be my thing, they’re all just posers.

Derek : Y/N, for the last time, we’re at a funeral.

Garcia : You spent all our money on THIS??

Y/N, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

Garcia : Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Y/N: Killed without hesitation.

The Team: 👀 *blink blink*

JJ: Life is like Y/N. It's short.

Y/N: Where are you going?

JJ: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

Y/N: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Emily :

Emily : Why are you eating dirt?

Y/N: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

An: Fucking Cannon

Emily : Don’t preach to me about romance, Y/N. I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon.

Rossi, looking at their reflection: Now, that's rubbish. Who's that supposed to be?

Y/N: Well, that's you.

Rossi: Me?! Is that what I look like?

Y/N: You don't know?

Rossi: Busy day.

Rossi: Well, Y/N and I finally did it!

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Rossi: That's right... We kissed!

Spencer : *Answers phone.* Hello?

Y/N: It's Y/N.

Spencer : What did they do this time?

Y/N: No, it's me, Spencer . It's actually me.

Spencer : What did you do this time?

Spencer : Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate?

Y/N: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

Spencer : I find it very unseemly of Garcia to start dating again. Isn't the customary period of mourning 10 years?

Y/N: Die. Let's find out.

Garcia : Who knew getting in trouble would be so impossible?

Spencer : I gotta give you credit, Y/N. You make it look easy.

Y/N: Years of practice.

Hotch : Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things.

Y/N, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too.

Rossi: Wow, Hotch was late too! What a coincidence!

Y/N: So what’s the plan?

Rossi: I don’t know. You’re smart, *points at Hotch * they’re mean, come up with something.

Y/N: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?

Spencer : Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"?

Elle: Ya know... it might be.

Y/N: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Elle: We're chopsticks!

Y/N: Well... that's cute!

Y/N: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?

Spencer : No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

Emily : For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Y/N, Spencer , & Derek : Okay.

Emily : If you don't want to die, give me all your money.

Y/N: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Spencer : Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Derek : Bold of you to assume I can die.

JJ, texting in the group chat: I wonder what Apple shots would look like?

Y/N: *Sends a picture of of a syringe with an apple slice shoddily edited inside*

Emily : *Sends a picture of a shot glass with an Apple poorly drawn inside*

Garcia : *Sends picture of person dunking a Basketball into the hoop but replaced the basketball with a poorly resized apple*

JJ: I hate all of you.

Spencer : Time for plan G.

Y/N: Don’t you mean plan B?

Spencer : No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Rossi: What about plan D?

Spencer : Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Hotch : What about plan E?

Spencer : I’m hoping not to use it. Derek dies in plan E.

Derek: I like plan E.

An: I didn’t include Gideon because fuck that guy!

[raayllum]

I don't even know if I can adequately express how much this scene means to me (besides the slight gushing I gave it in regards to Callum's characterization a while ago) but I'm gonna do my best / talk about it more in relation to the context its primarily couched in, which is Rayllum's dynamic.

Rayla, we've been through a lot is the understatement of the year, but has been continually reaffirmed over the course of the seasons ("We're in this together" from 1x05; "In fact, it's probably the hardest thing we've ever done. But we haven't done it alone" in 2x01 about her explicitly; "Believe me, I wish I could go down with you" from 2x07; "I'm here with you" in 3x04, etc). They mourned, travelled, changed together, gave each other new senses of self and purposes, saved each other's lives, and for Callum in particular, trusted her with Ezran numerous times. She's his person - she has been for a long time.

And a lot has changed. The time they spent together was the craziest, most transformative period of their lives, and now even as everything threatens to be crazy again, they have/know something they didn't before: each other as their cornerstone, and that's not changing, as he goes on to say with a little smile on his face to boot.

Ah, well, some things have changed... like having their parents, or an old crush on Claudia, or not trusting one another, or trying to save a dying dragon egg, or not being madly in love with each other, lmao.

But not everything has changed, he reflects. ("Do you understand? We'll lose everything." / "He sacrificed everything to Azymondias could be born" / "You're my brother, and you mean everything to me" / "Rayla's strong, thin arms wrapped around him meant everything"). Through it, through so much of the change and all the heartbreak and the last two years, one thing has never changed. It never will.

I would do anything for you.

("I had to do something. I had to save him" / "Maybe there is something I can do" / "Give me something. Show me that not all is lost." / "I would do anything to change this." / "I'll do anything for our family, Dad. However dangerous, however vile." / "I'll do anything to save my son. I'll do anything!")

This line already would've been a sucker punch and flashing neon light warning sign even without the prior two episodes directly hammering it in with Viren, Claudia, and dark magic. On the one hand, it's incredibly sweet and reassuring - that no matter what Rayla needs help with, Callum will help her shoulder it, and do anything and everything he can for her (like he's always done). It's exactly what she needed to hear. On the other hand, it's dangerously exploitable as we see later this season, and I cannot wait to see where it goes from here.

While I could see it manifesting in something related to the coins (because again, context of said conversation) given the routine emphasis on protection ("I have always done what protects my family" / "Everything I do, it's for my family. It's to save my dad" / "So long as we protect each other, so long as we love each other, you can never control us" "They'll do anything for you, so you'll do anything for them") I do lean towards it, as always, taking a far darker, more drastic route. And if you know, you know ;)

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Lee Felix x F!Reader TW : heavily revolving around Hyunjins death ; angst ; NO SMUT ; will it be a happy ending? read to find out!! ; Word Count : 2.3k Request : @eastleighsblog : Omg please make a part two to Someday we'll both be happy I need them to talk it out and be there for each other even if that is just as friends A/N : it's not my most famous fic, but I loved writing it and I'm glad you asked for a part two!! Thank you so much!! Gif is from this blog!!

It had been a week since that had happened, and while he hated himself for thinking about it, it’s like his mind couldn’t stop reliving the moment. It felt wrong, it’ll never stop feeling wrong. You were his best friend's girlfriend, and even though Hyunjin was gone, that didn’t change the fact that you were still Hyunjins. It’s not like the two of you had broken up before he passed away, it was quite the opposite actually. 

Hyunjin had been planning on marrying you, the ring had already been bought, and he had told Felix multiple times that after their next comeback, he was planning on proposing. Felix had been excited for his friend, he was excited for you. No one knew that it would be cut short, that Hyunjin would be gone in the blink of an eye. 

Is that what Hyunjin would have wanted Felix to do though? It was to help you heal, but nothing could rid Felix of the awful selfish feeling that was eating away at him. There was no way to get an answer, and while most people would tell him to go with his gut, whenever he thought about it, his gut was telling him to throw up. The guilt was atrocious, it weighed him down, it was destroying him. He couldn’t even go to any of the other guys about it either, they weren’t aware of the promise that Felix had made to Hyunjin. 

Even still, he was worried, he was worried about you. He had left you alone after that, when you were still feeling the way you were, and he was sure that running out right after didn’t help in making you feel any better. He didn’t even just run out of the room, he had completely vacated the dorm in general, going right back to his own to hide in his room and let the regret wash over him. 

A week was a long time, at least the way he looked at it. He hadn’t even checked up on you, and he wondered if Hyunjin was pissed about that, wherever he was. He was breaking the promise, and he needed to get himself together, he needed to just put that one instance in the past and check up on you, take care of you the way that Hyunjin wanted him to. 

“Hey…” Felix grumbled as he walked out of his room, not realizing just how long he had been in the dark until he was met with the bright fluorescent lights of the living room. His eyes were narrowed as he tried to adjust to the sudden brightness, but he could still see that everyone was in his dorm, not just the usual guys, but Bangchan, Changbin, and Jisung too. His eyes scanned over everyone again, and he realized that you weren’t there. Were you alone in the other dorm? “Where’s Y/N at?” He asked, looking around the room as if you’d suddenly appear there if he looked enough. 

“She left like… five days ago?” Bangchan said, looking up at Felix from the couch. You’ve been on your own for five days… And none of the guys seemed to be even slightly concerned. Of course, they weren’t close to you, not the way that Felix was, but he thought that maybe they’d be even the slightest bit concerned. “It’s probably better for her, it couldn’t have possibly been healthy mentally for her to lock herself in… In his room. She needed to get out of there.”

Of course… You shouldn’t have locked yourself in there, it surely wasn’t healthy for you… But they shouldn’t have let you go on your own like that. “Did she tell you where she was going?” Felix prodded for answers, but all three of the guys shrugged their shoulders before turning back to the tv. They were all going through their own period of mourning, and for some of them, it meant watching Hyunjin fancams all day. Felix didn’t understand it, but he knew that he emotionally and mentally wouldn’t have been able to handle it. “I have to go.” He mumbled, not even bothering to change out of the pajama pants and hoodie that he was wearing, simply slipping on his shoes and going out the front door.

Now, obviously the first place he was going to look was at your apartment that you had shared with Hyunjin, it seemed like the most logical place to start. Maybe you were tired of being at Hyunjins room in the dorms, surrounded by the guys who were a constant living reminder of what you had lost. Maybe you wanted to mourn in silence, in the solitude of your own home. It seemed plausible, until he got to the apartment and realized that it was empty. The front door hadn’t been locked, so he had, in a panicked state, let himself in only to find everything dark and building a thin layer of dust.

The second place wasn’t as obvious as the first, but he tried to remember all the places that Hyunjin had told Felix about. It was one of the things that Hyunjin loved to talk about whenever they were on tour. All the places that you loved to go, the date spots, the spontaneous trips to somewhere that was in the middle of nowhere. They were your spots, just far enough off the grid that no one would ever bother the two of you there.

He went to the school, he went to the restaurant where the two of you had your first date, he went to the park where Felix clearly remembers Hyunjin saying he had asked you out. He feels like he had gone everywhere, like he had been everywhere that he could possibly remember Hyunjin talking about. Those secluded places were harder to find, but he had even managed to find them and search there. It’s like you had gone missing, and he was on the verge of breaking and just calling the police to help find you.

It was an awful feeling, to be completely clueless and helpless, to feel like he completely failed Hyunjin in his last wish. There was one last place, a place that he wasn’t going to look for you particularly, but a place to try to find some answers, some guidance. The roof of the company building, where Hyunjin would spend some evenings watching the sunset, trying to get new ideas for paintings or songs, where he’d go to clear his mind if things were getting too hectic. It had been Hyunjins safe place, and maybe it could be that for Felix too.

Climbing the stairs to the top of the building would have been exhausting on any other day, but he let his mind wander as he did. What would Hyunjin do if he were put in this situation? Would Hyunjin have done exactly what Felix did if the roles were reversed? Would Felix have even wanted that if it was the other way around? At the end of every single day, the only thing that Hyunjin had ever wanted was for you to be happy, for you to feel loved… And Felix knew that he would have wanted the same exact thing… Maybe the small push that Felix had felt on the bed that day was Hyunjin… He was letting him know that it was okay…

He got to the top, breathless after the seemingly endless climb, and pushed open the door. His eyes were met with a figure, perfectly silhouetted by the setting sun that seemed to set the sky ablaze around the person. The hoodie that they were wearing draped around them, almost like a cloak, their hair whipped around them from the wind that was a little stronger when so high up on the roof. They leaned over the ledge, focused on the way the sky changed color the lower the sun sank, and if Felix didn’t know any better, he’d think he was staring at his best friends back, that Hyunjin would turn around and give him that crescent eyed smile before running over to him and telling him what was on his mind.

What would Hyunjin do? He’d call you, Hyunjin always called you, even if just to hear you go about your daily life. Hyunjin loved to just listen to you. Felix would call you too, he could do that, he should have thought about that before. He quickly reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing your number and waiting for you to answer. How ironic that the person in front of him just so happened to get a call at the same exact time, and even more ironic, that they seemed to ignore the call just as he got sent to voicemail.

He wasn’t going to give up easily, he’d just have to find another way, but his eyes couldn’t seem to pull away from the person as they set their phone down on the ledge, and then his heart started racing as he watched them begin to climb up onto it.

Felix had never claimed to be a hero, he had never thought of himself as one either, but there was so much loss in the world, he couldn’t just let someone else do something so foolish, not right in front of him, not when he was right there to stop it. There wasn’t a single thought in his mind other than making sure this person would be okay as he ran over, grabbing the person's hand and pulling them down, causing them to crash down onto the ground beside him as he panted for air. 

They didn’t say anything, but he could hear them crying, and when he finally caught enough of his breath to open his eyes and look, he was expecting literally anyone else… But not you. “What were you doing…? You weren’t… No… No, you weren’t… Right?” Neither of you had even gotten up off the ground, but he was stammering out the words in a panic, his mind already running rampant with thoughts of what could have happened if he wouldn’t have been there, if he had been too late.

“I… was just looking…” You whimpered, and he could see the reflection of the burning sky in the streaks that coated your cheeks. “I know… I’ll never get him back… But I saw this view in so many of his paintings…” You swallowed thickly and turned to look at him, and he could finally see you, how broken you were, how empty and lonely you felt. Your eyes, although puffy and raw underneath, they looked so shallow, like you hadn’t slept for days. “I thought maybe it would… Feel like he was with me… If I came here…”

And Felix understood, that’s the same exact reason he came up too. “I’m sorry I ran out on you…” He blurted out, and he watched your head drop, you refused to look at him now. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up, but he didn’t want you to think that it was anything you had done either. “I was scared… Scared that you’d end up regretting it… That you’d feel guilty like I did, and that you’d end up hating me anyway. I didn’t know if Hyunjin would have wanted that…”

You nodded your head, sniffling shakily as you took a deep breath, the action causing you to cough, and Felix hesitantly reached out to rub your back, wanting nothing more than to comfort you right now, but not knowing what might be too much for you. “I don’t… regret it… I…” The pauses and hesitations in between your words had him holding his breath, not knowing what to expect, not knowing what would come next. “I needed that… and I know that it was wrong to use you for that… And I regret ruining our friendship because of my selfishness. You’re all I have… And I ruined it… Because I needed closure… And I didn’t even get that.” He watched the tears slowly begin to trickle down your face as you blinked them out of your eyes. “I know that the only reason you’re here… the only reason you’re trying is because he was your best friend…” 

Felixs head shook as it stayed hung low, his hands clasped tightly in the pockets of his hoodie to keep them warm as the evening brought with it a sudden chill. “That’s not… I care about you, Y/N… And I’m sure that you don’t want to hear it now… You probably don’t want to hear it at all… But I feel like you need the honesty right now so you understand that I’m not doing this for any other reason than caring about you and wanting you to be okay.” He lifted his head, his own cheeks becoming dampened with his tears as one of his shaky hands worked to wipe yours away. “I like you… I love you, and not because I feel obligated to, not because you were with Hyunjin and I feel like it’s my job as his best friend to continue loving you the way he did… although I wouldn’t mind doing that for you and him…” He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he shook his head. “I know that things are hard for you right now… But maybe one day, when we’re as close to okay as we can possibly be… Maybe one day we can have each other, and someday we’ll both be happy…”

You nodded your head slowly before letting it drop down against his shoulder, all hesitation gone as he wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you close to him. “Someday… I’d like that a lot, Felix… One day…”

[evilwickedme]

Ooh, do you have any good Jason fic recs?

anon I cannot tell you how long I've been waiting to see those words!!!! yes I have good Jason fic recs in fact I have so many good Jason fic recs that after narrowing it down I still have fifteen links for you

I have read more fanfic for Jason Todd than maybe any other character ever. I do not understand the hold this man has on me but it's simply the situation we're in. anyway

Jason comes home fics

Make a Little Birdhouse In Your Soul is hands down my favorite. I'm talking favorite DC fic, top fics of all time period, not just from this list. I love this fic series. It is actively and regularly updating, thank fuck, because that little boost of serotonin is everything keeping me going I swear

The 70 Days After Groundhog Day is technically from Dick's POV, but it's about the aftermath of a timeloop that Jason was stuck in. it's. oh my god it's so good. just trust me on this one.

Emotional Motion Sickness is the "bruce goes to therapy" fic series we all want. canon get on this level

Retrograde Motion - I never used to like de-aging fics; not for any particular reason, I just never vibed with them. Recently I decided to see what all the fuss was about (bc there's so goddamn many in this fandom) and I'm glad, because I opened this fic and it's just. oh my god. the use of the de-aging trope here is truly incredible. after a whole week of dipping my feet into the trope I never need to do so again, because this fic made me fucking lose it. this is not going where you think it's going. also, for some reason there's not that much rebirth outlaws fic, and I really like what this author did with that team

matching wounds haha just gonna sneak my fic series on here and pretend that it was an accident, wait how did that get there (some jayroy later in the timeline too which can be read on its own if Jason coming home fics aren't for you)

other non-ship

Too Much Fucking Salt deals with the straw that broke the camel's back. I've read all 22k words of this in one sitting more than once. this is the anti "Jason Todd comes home" fic (this is in itself a whole genre of fic too honestly).

take his name out of your mouth (you don't deserve to mourn) is about Jason mourning himself, which he fucking deserves to. also he smokes a joint with Dick

Sown in Winter is about Jason pulling himself out of a depressive episode partially through the power of Stardew Valley. also technically jayroy, but it's honestly incidental to the story for the most part imo

JayRoy

I do read other ships for Jason but unabashedly this is my favorite, so

A Solid Resume - competency kink. that's all I have to say.

Tenderize is a series of oneshots all of which slowly build Jason and Roy's life together and coparenting lian and I just !!! could also double as a Jason coming home au but honestly that's mostly in the first fic. also a lot of discussion of various chain grocery stores in the united states that I will probably never actually step foot in

Dick Grayson and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Two to Three Weeks (But Who's Counting) is so fucking funny I die every time I reread this. there's a scene early on in a coffee shop that just. I don't even know what to say everything about this is perfect. I AM the girl sticking her nose in their business, at least spiritually.

dust devils on the horizon isn't even the only western au I've bookmarked for these two. something about jayroy and horses, man

unity of time: april 27th, 2020 is just,,,, super sad, man, idk what to tell you. it's f!jayroy, but happens after Roy died in sanctuary during the 24h of Jason's death day, so all of it is very fucking depressing. It's also fucking beautiful. I want to reread it now.

Promise After That I'll Let You Go is a poisonivory fic. I was introduced to poisonivory through the daredevil fandom earlier this year and may I tell you when I found out that this author writes for jayroy I lost my goddamn mind. this is my personal favorite, but I almost recommended at least two more aus. Their jayroy sugar daddy au is one of the only sugar daddy aus I've ever truly enjoyed. also really like the one where roy has had feelings for dick since their teen titans days but still starts a fwb thing with Jason. poisonivory can make me into kinks I'm not even into I s2g. anyway this one has lian literally dragging roy back into jason's life

finally, Reciprocation (or: Sex as Violence) shouldn't even really count as a jayroy fic but I feel weird putting it in the other category since it is sort of a jayroy fic. it's ace-aro!jason, which is one of my personal favorite interpretations of Jason (with so much textual evidence wtf), but there's still like... a lot of sex in this. Jason does not have a healthy relationship with sex in this fic. I would describe this as ending in a QPP for jayroy and lian.

honestly there's a lot of good jason and roy and lian fic out there I didn't rec cause this is already long enough

so yeah this is my very VERY pared down fic rec list for Jason Todd let me know if you want more and thank you so much for asking

[fantasy-relax]

Brain worms attacking me.

Re8 Monarchy/medieval au/ omega verse because if I am cooking I'm gonna put every spice I want to.

Miranda (omega) is the queen living in cold war after the recent death of her husband, she is working in the betterment of the kingdom for her toddler daughter, Eva. The lords and ladies are children of the most high noble houses.

The stereotyping of the A/B /O is fading in the kingdom, all have the right to education and part of heritage, but of course there are people that refuse to change and keep thinking of alpha as the top, beta the middle and omega at the bottom. The same way men have more value that women. So the preference for children in this kind of families is:

Alpha male

Beta male

Alpha female

Beta female

Omega male

Omega female

Again the amount of people that follow that believe is few, not enough to cause trouble in general but still annoying. The most affected are the ones that are raised in them.

As the parent have the right and obligations to take care of them, alphas have the most attention while the rest have the minimum necessary to avoid legal trouble, omegas (male and female) get married off to other families in exchange of money, land, ect, as they are considered better partners than betas females because of better fertility, strong maternal instinct, least problems in childbirth plus the sex in the Heat period is fabulous, this is pitifully legal as is the right of the family and the engagement is made early as possible.

Of course when they're old enough to go to school the alphas get their asses kicked for their behavior, betas too if they are arrogant enough to act like jerks, but if not they along with the omegas receive the help they need (therapy, better education, etc) as they are pretty much handicapped and denied access they need, lucky omegas without engagement can found love there and move out of their house, unlucky ones end in loveless marriage (sometimes very, very short marriages, omegas have really strong maternal instinct, hurt their children and they will tear your throat and that is their right to do).

Dimitrescu

The house is in charge of thee commerce and internal affairs also have a wine business. Alcina (beta) is the youngest of the family, she suffers for an illness that make her weak but not bedridden, Miranda is the only one that has enough medical knowledge to treat her so she have stay in the palace for long periods of time.

Her family is old and traditional, after the period of mourning they were bothering Miranda to remarry because the kingdom needs a strong powerful alpha or at least a level headed beta to reign. Not a emotional and weak omega, least an female omega but Miranda is a very capable queen and most of the other nobles considered her more than enough, she is smart, cunning and not weak at all, she is the caring and terrifying mother of the kingdom and she demands respect, so give her that or she could appoint someone that will. They stopped after hearing the subtle threat but they were scheming.

She is the only daughter, she has two brothers, one alpha that treat her as dirt and one omega that is trapped in his room learning how to be a good husband (he couldn't escape, he tried but his family power and influence was bigger), is not surprise that is the only one to treat her as family and in response she treat him as human ( is not a surprise that he dies by his hand not soon after she goes to school)

Alcina is a truly a noble woman and well educated thanks to living half of the time with Miranda, she is more capable than her brother's and the best option to be the heir of the dimitrescu house but of course her parents denied her so she settles with the winery her parents relent because they don't have a better option, plus her sickness make her unappealing to marry, so they hope when the heir have children they will take care of it.

Moreau

In charge of the medical knowledge and service, also being the closest to the ocean are in charge of the fishing and ships. Salvatore (beta) is a weird boy and only child, he is small an suffers from chronic pain but is extremely intelligent so that was enough to be a acceptable heir, at least until another child is born. Something that will take time as his parents are always deep in their studies neglecting him, just give him enough attention to study his illness, treating him as a lab rat more than a son. As is the case with alcina, he tends to be in the palace most of the time under the care of Miranda.

He sometimes stay in the lake fishing is very calming for him (not because there is a very attractive boy helping his fisherman father every weekend)

Heisenberg

In charge of the minery and metalurgy, Karl is the youngest of five brothers and the only omega, his siblings play fight with him and teach him how to throw a mean punch, his parents give him all the education he wants. He is a truly loved and spoiled child, also a genius but he is lazy as his brothers are the one with all the responsibilities, he sometimes go to the palace because is the place with the biggest library and he loves to Learn. He is always guarded by Urias his personal knight, a young hardworking man of humble origin as the only son of a fisherman (that looks too much at Salvatore direction).

Beneviento

In charge of the textiles, botany and woodwork. Donna (omega) have a elder sister, Claudia.

Donna is a considered a weird child, rarely make eye contact, dislike to be dirty and prefers to play with her dolls than with other kids (they make fun of her) can go long periods of time in silence and in general be creepy. Her family try to change it, but after screaming fighting and a accident that scarred half of the face of the little girl they resigned and let her be.

It helps that donna is a omega, actually very good at botany, woodwork and sewing. Plus she is not bad at accounting. All the things that will make her a perfect heir, if she was more social and well, normal like Claudia. So they think about it, and decide to keep Claudia as the heiress but donna will be the one working behind the counter. Both girls are fine with this, Claudia found the paperwork boring and donna hated dealing with people.

Meanwhile her family thinks of her as weird, they is still care for her, she will work in her father workstation making dolls that will be selled across the kingdom and learning about all the paperwork that she needs to keep things moving, she will have tea and botany lessons with her mother learning how to be a proper lady and she will read books and listen to Claudia gossip, she loves them very much as they are all what she had, and forgive them for the accident, is okay she is okay she loves them, she really does.

Because of the injury she was treated personally be Miranda and after she started the training of heiress she have to go to the palace more often.

Claudia marries young and have a daughter, she names her Angela, the baby was born with a mark in the half of her face similar to the Beneviento Crest, so little Angie was considered a lucky child. At first they thought donna will freak out with a baby as they were loud and dirty just to be surprised as the baby absolutely adore her, asking to be carried by her, crying if she wasn't close and pretty much being her favorite person in the world something that Donna reciprocated with an unbelievable fervor.

The lords

Alcina hates Karl for the fact that he could be a example of greatness from the omegas but he chooses mediocrity (a small part of her is happy, children deserve to be loved and be carefree)

He hates alcina because she is so stuck up and never haves fun (a small part of him worries for her, he knows the rumors, how much hurt she have? )

They argue every second of the day (he will cover her with a blanket in the days when he sees her sleeping in the desk) call each other awful names (she makes sure that the book he wants is in the library) they hate each other (they love and protect each other with ferocity).

Alcina is very patient with Salvatore and Donna, even so, she will scold Salvatore because he Is almost the same age as her and should be able to make things by himself, he should man up and stop being a coward ( she still will go and help him anyway and verbally destroy the idiots that bother him).

Donna is the youngest so she have a soft spot for her, even with her peculiar behavior she try to be very gentle when they are together.

Salvatore loves all his friends ( the closest thing to siblings that he have) and loves Venerable Mother Miranda too ( she is the only parent that he ever had)

He works hard in his studies to cure alcina illness (she tells him to think about him first, he never listen, he could live with the pain, alcina could have a bad relapse an die, he will never let that happen) to reduce the scarring of donna face (he knows that she hates it and a part of her hates her family too even if she said that she loves them, he knows that lie to well) and to make medicine more easy and cheap to access for the commoners. He doesn't like to play fight with karl but he always is healing him when his experiments blow at his face (sometimes literally) and tries to be a mediator in his fights with alcina.

Karl mocks Salvatore cowardly behavior but will and has punch people making fun of him and donna (alcina too but he will never admit it), he goes fishing in the weekends with Salvatore (and pretend to don't recognize Urias working with his father or the lovesick look in Salvatore face, ew gross) he sometimes work with donna in creating new toys or machines for woodworking/industry.

He show his scars with pride, he is stronger that what hurt him, he holds donna hand when stupid people make stupid comments and smile with full teeth and malice when alcina tears them apart (he could see the same smile in Donna)

Donna loves her friends, they don't make her feel bad and wrong, Karl keeps an towel and soap in his workroom specifically for her and don't laugh at her when she plays with her dolls (he will run and come back with his toys and they will play together even if they aren't in the right age anymore), She can talk for hours with Salvatore about the plants in medicine and hide together in the theaters to see the plays (alcina is the one that makes sure that they are unbothered) and rant when the treatment of their families gets to be too much (she loves them, she does), alcina teach her a lot of tricks to deal with people or at least make it bearable to do but alcina also have a bad temper and sometimes it will explode (alcina always do her best to stop and leave the room but in the rare occasions that she screams at donna she will buy her all kinds of gifts with a small pout in her face) donna forgives her (but she will not advise her about Karl latest prank, because she can be very petty) and will bring her baby niece to meet them (all have the "there is a cat in my lap so I can't move" problem when baby Angie decides she is to comfortable)

All of them adore little Eva too. Alcina wil have false tea partys, donna will make dolls personalized for her, Karl will teach her cool experiments (and run away from an angry alcina) and moreau will read fairytales at her.

The fall and rise of the houses

Some nobles work with the enemy kingdom behind Miranda back with promise of power and wealth, this lead to the killing of the all the dimitrescu except alcina and the destruction of the principal fabric of the Heisenberg along with the family except Karl, his mother and two brothers, one decide to enlist in the war and die in it.

Alcina ascend and take charge of dealing with all the damage make by her family, she will not betray the trust that the people, the queen (Her mother) put in her.

Direct war is happening again, but Miranda is a strategist they make her move now she is making hers, the head of the enemy king and all of his direct line is hanged outside of the palace, the second line take the power and proceed to make peace and alliance. Chris, the new king offer two candidates to marriage Ethan and Mia. The engagement is made but the matrimony is paused when a plague take place.

Moreau takes charge fast and create treatments faster, this is his responsibility this is were his talent lies, he will not fail.

The plague kills people of both Kingdoms, precautions are taken even so fatalities happen, the moreau being the ones in most contact die quickly, lady Heisenberg and the last brother of Karl die , lady beneviento, Claudia and her husband and donna herself get infected, after the death of his wife and eldest daughter the lord in agony kill himself, donna is still alive and she will fight to stay because there is a little girl waiting for her, she will keep breathing even if hurts and burns, she will not leave her.

Moreau is doing the best he can, some treatments work others not, things get worse when Eva is infected too. She doesn't survive. Miranda don't talk and she and Moreau keeps working, Donna keeps walking in the line of death and life. The last treatment works, she survives, the kingdom mourns.

Karl put all his focus in his work, there are too many things to do, he can't stop. ( if he stop he will break, he can't break, he can let alcina and moreau do all the work, he can't face the silence in his house)

The Queen works hard to deal with the damage, the people admire her strength, truly a devoted monarch, truly a chosen by the gods.

(She wanted to end everything the moment that Eva exhaled her last breath, first her parents then her beloved mate now her daughter, did she offend the gods? Did something that she did that she said was the reason of this agony?.)

She wanted to die but she still have children to take care, she is the queen, she is the Venerable Mother of this Kingdom and her children are hurting too, she will make things better, she had to.

[faithrainee]

What really would have happened if Peter B hadn't been sent to Miles' dimension? Because as silly and Haha-I'm-Depressed Peter makes his life out to be in his introduction, he really did look like he was at the lowest point in his life. I also think it's interesting that Peter has, from what we see, no job at all. I don't think it's mentioned, though the Wikia's mention the Daily Bugle, I have no memory of that in ITSV.

But regardless of if my memory is right or not, most incarnations of Spider-Man that are meant to be of working age have some sort of job. Usually working at the Daily Bugle, doing a science position, or something else; unless they're being supported by Aunt May or, like the Homecoming Spider-Man, Tony Stark and SHIELD, for the most part.

It's interesting to me that we've never really seen a Spider-Man so depressed as this one, besides Far From Home's Spider-Man, though I feel it's not the same, as Peter in that movie is meant to be younger. Even Far From Home's Tobey and Andrew cameos don't seem to be doing that bad, just tired and melancholic.

I've read some fics discussing how Peter might have ended his own life if the Miles dimension situation hadn't happened to him, and I think that isn't too far-fetched to believe. However, I think an accident would probably be more likely, especially one from his Spiderman duties.

He was out of shape, he admits that, and he didn't really seem to have much to live for, being completely alone with no family at all. He wasn't inspired to talk to MJ by anyone, so she would have likely remarried to someone else after believing he wasn't interested in her anymore from his lack of initiative. People can't wait forever, and maybe she would have thought he wasn't going to change his mind about having children.

I do think his dimension might have had his narrative doomed from the start. I think he would be fighting a villain one day, with everyone surprised he was actually out fighting for once. Maybe he felt a little inspired to go touch grass that day as a civilian and a villain just happened to show up. He's fighting, slowly realizing that damn, this is harder than it used to be.

Maybe he gets thrown and injures his back again, leaving him paralyzed or somewhat disabled. That would likely, down the road, without any intervention from others in his life, leave him completely depressed. Not to mention New York City apartment + medical bills + single man = serious debt. Not sure how long he'd live if that happened, even if he dealt with his disability just fine, he was already hopeless in ITSV.

And the city finds out Spider-Man is just Some Guy. And they mourn that loss, because their hero for 20- hell, 30 something years at that point, was facing the same issues they were and he couldn't take it anymore and none of them knew before it was too late.

Or maybe it's less depressing than that. Maybe he gets crushed by rubble, the city shocked at the loss of their hero. And in revealing him to be some average Joe, they mourn a little, but move on. Someone probably replaces him after that, or the city just has higher crime rates than before.

Maybe he gets beaten to death by the villain, similar to Miles' dimension's Peter. Authorities find him, then, the city might have mixed feelings. He should've been stronger. How could he not have taken down that villain? He used to be at his prime, poor man had it coming. We didn't need him anymore anyways. Etc.

I'd just love to see more takes on Peter's existence without Miles intervention. His Spider-Man is so interesting to me because I feel we don't see a lot of older Spider-Men except in the comics. And we don't see a lot of older men struggling with mental health in media. Period.