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Mickey approached Dave before sitting anything aside or taking off his jacket. He leaned up to give him a hard peck, not on his tip toes at all. He held up some bags. ❝I brought burgers . . . and good news.❞ He said with a grin.

#damagebuilt #( otp : mickey and dave ; damagebuilt )#(mickey threads)

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“I think a whole day might be too much to ask for, but come with me.” It isn’t a question and the Charming Princess grabs his hand gently, tugging him down the corridor (currently unpopulated, given the early hour) and then out of the doors into the gardens, where everything is covered with a crisp layer of fresh snow and the dawn light is sparkling through the trees. She leads him down the stairs and into the gazebo and comes to a halt. “Listen.” She falls silent and with it comes the silence of the early morning, with animals hibernating or migrated to warmer climes, there is nothing save the soft rushing of water from the fountain and the barely-there sound of them breathing clouds of whiteness into the cold air. She closes her eyes.

#damagebuilt #THREAD ( darling )

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❝not even like… on the cheek? i thought that was okay.❞

Erica blushed, her head bowing as she brushed some hair behind her ear. “I-I guess that’s okay, but people are going to st-start asking questions, Sam,” she warned, looking up to meet his eyes. “Santana already a-asked me if I was trying to ‘s-snatch up her sloppy seconds’.”

#damagebuilt #heartsofvalor { sam }#glee { ev8 }#queue make me feel like a natural woman

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Most things that have happened to her lately are either depressing or embarrassing, depending on which after-effect of what has happened to her is involved. Today, with Fitz coming back to the base hours earlier and finding her in his bunk, back against his bed because she didn't think it was okay to sleep on it without permission, and hugging one of his cardigans, it's mortifying. Thankfully she woke up before he even started opening the door - she must have heard him speak to someone - so she doesn't react violently; instead, she meets his eyes, quickly pulls the cardigan away from her and finds her mind blank. "I can explain," Jemma declares with a confidence she shouldn't have, and stands up. She's supposed to tell him that his jacket still smells a little like him, and that it makes her feel safe. "-I can't explain," she concludes, nervously twisting her fingers.

#damagebuilt #s3 shenanigans #v. back home #jemma starter #security cardigan

she grew incredibly tired of having to hide behind a facade for years. shit happened the year before and it changed her, made her do things she wouldn’t normally do. it left her with eight weeks of pink hair to show for it ( along with countless hangovers ). so she walked into school with a brand new attitude; a little of the old her, a little of a more mature version of herself. her hair is finally back to the closest thing to her natural color it can get, with an infamous braid to go with it. it was officially the first day of their senior year, she needed to take her life back and make it hers, not something run by her fears. there’s an obvious smile present at his words, her left shoulder coming up in a semi - shrug. “ i’m going to ignore the fact that you just said i was a messed up kid. “ regardless of if she actually was or not was not the point. newsflash: she was. “ so ... “ trails off, lips pressing together tightly for a moment to contain the smile. “ ... you love me, huh? “ let it be known that she’s teasing him.

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#damagebuilt #﹡ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs. ( a.r. karev. )#﹡ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇʙᴜɪʟᴛ. ( s. evans. )

@damagebuilt liked for a Hartley Rathaway starter:

“Barry Allen. How is it you keep getting more handsome with each passing day? I miss the leather.”

#c: Hartley Rathaway #damagebuilt

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Blood trickled down Elliott’s temple and cheek, slow drips from his jaw staining an already bloodied flannel layer. Rolling down faux leather, drying tacky against smooth black jacket.

Even his lip was bloody and nastily split, already beginning to tighten and dry as his body fought to heal, saliva tinged red. But none the less, it stretched into a smile at Unique’s thanks. In fact, despite the fight he had only just gotten out of her for (or, well, it was barely a FIGHT - these jocks knew jack-shit about how to get in a good, proper, old-fashioned fistfight).

“Hey, babe,” His hand grabs at her arm as he smiles softly back, voice low; such a change from barely a minute before, where he’d been a state of anger so rarely seen. Hell-bent on fucking them up, yelling threats he already felt too strong as he threw whoever was closest into a locker, breaking noses and fingers without much care.

But now he was calm.

Eerily so.

“You DESERVE to be treated with respect, yeah? Ain’t about if I had to, I’ve been that kid, and I ain’t letting it happen to anyone else.”

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