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talaok · 9 months

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Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Summary: After spending the day with Tommy and Maria, you can’t help but notice how great Joel is with their baby, and a thought sparks your mind.

Listen I’m not gonna sit here and pretend I proofread this ok? I'm an honest woman. You may forgive me or not, either way, I'm going to sleep. Bye loves

The sun was high in the sky, birds were chirping, a soft breeze was flowing through your hair... and Tommy was taking his goddamn time opening the goddamn door.

"I told you you should have gone to the bathroom when we left" Joel chuckled by your side

"Now's really not the time Jo-"

Your next words got stuck in your throat as the sound of the lock opening caught your attention.

"Hey guys, I'm sorry the bab-"

"don't worry" you immediately stopped him, feeling your bladder about to burst "Could I use your bathroom?"

He did a poor job of concealing his surprise.

"Uh-Yea sure, it's right up there on the-"

You flew past him, only half minding where his finger was pointing.

"left" he mumbled, an amused smile creeping on his lips as he let his gaze travel to his brother

Joel shrugged, a similar grin tugging at his own lips "I told her to go before we went out"

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You walked out of the bathroom feeling like a brand new woman, ready to face whatever life threw at you, which in this case... was following the sound of laughter coming from the backyard.

What appeared on the other side of the window, was a perfect portrait of a happy family.

Tommy and Maria's smiles were brighter than any star in the sky as they watched Eithan, their baby boy, cradled in Joel's arms, looking almost comically small next to his biceps.

And Joel... Joel had a look on his face you had never quite seen. It wasn't just joy, or adoration... there was something in his eyes, in the way his mouth twitched as the baby's small hands reached for his nose, as he caressed his cheek and willed his hands to act as if he were touching porcelain.

You could not put a finger on what it was, but you couldn't either understand what was happening to you.

A warmth had taken over your chest, cheeks... your entire body. And something was fluttering in your belly, it wasn't butterflies no, it was more like- like bunnies, countless little bunnies hopping in your stomach and twisting and turning your insides.

It was perhaps the first time in your life your body had understood something before you could.

A wave brought you back to reality, to life, to the portrait before your eyes.

It was Maria, Maria was waving at you to come out with them, so, of course, you did, begging your legs not to give up on you as the same strange sensation threatened your every step.

"hey" You managed "Sorry for before"

"don't even bother, I'm used to it by now" Tommy huffed out a laugh, nudging Maria by his side

She rolled her eyes dramatically, her mouth betraying her as its edges turned up.

"Ignore him," she said, "please sit, I've been dying to talk to another human being without having to use a baby voice"

You snorted, taking your place next to Joel at the round wooden table.

"That bad huh?"

"God you have no idea..."

Maria went on to talk, about Eithan about... something, but your attention had moved elsewhere by the time she was done with the first sentence.

You watched Joel softly rocking the baby, the smile on his face, the glint in his eyes, and you couldn't help but think

God, how I wish it was our own

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"Are you ok darlin'?"

Joel's voice startled you enough to make you gasp.

You had been in your own head for so long that you hadn't even realized you had walked all the way home.

"yeah, why?"

"you've just been real quiet, 's all"

he shrugged, closing the front door behind him.

"I'm fine- Everything's fine," you said a bit too quickly, walking to the kitchen while purposely avoiding his eyes

The footsteps behind you told you he hadn't taken the hint, and was following you.

"what's going on?"

You reached for a glass and filled it up to the brim only to realize you weren't even a little bit thirsty.

"nothing" you mumbled, setting the glass on the counter and finally meeting his scrutinizing gaze "It's nothing" you shook your head

"sweetheart..." he walked until he stood in front of you "Whatever it is you can tell me, y'know?"

Your mouth opened and closed but no sound had come out.

"I just-" you bit your bottom lip "it's nothing, really, it's stupid"

A soft smirk rose from his lips "Now that I don't believe, nothing stupid has ever come out of that petty mouth" One of his rough fingers went to trace your cupid bow "C'mon now, darlin' what is it?"

"I-" you tried, before retracing immidately "You have to promise not to laugh, or freak out... or do anything that isn't reacting calmly"

He couldn't help the frown creasing his forehead "I promise" he swore nonetheless.

"Ok" you took a small breath.

This wasn't gonna be easy, not with his past, not with everything he had to endure, not with him.

"I-I watched you today with Eithan, and-well-I-" You shut your eyes, unable to take more of his big brown eyes boring into yours

"What, sugar?"

"Well, it- it made me think"

Something flashed behind his eyes

"About what?"

You swallowed the sand in your mouth "About how great of a dad you'd be" you murmured "to our own child"

Now was his turn to be at a loss for words.

He looked at you, so many thoughts, memories, and fears swirling in his mind that he could have fainted, if it wasn't of course, for you, for the expression on your face, for the hope and anxiety painting your every perfect inch.

It was a mess, his brain was a mess, everything was a mess, and yet he'd never felt more sure.

he should have been scared, terrified even, but all he could feel was joy.

"I know it's crazy" you spoke "With what's going on and everything... and I know we already have Ellie in a way... and I know it must be difficult because of what happened to Sarah, and it's completely ok if you don't want to, I understand, really, so please don't feel pressured to-"

"sweetheart"

one word was all it took for him to stop your rambling.

You looked up at him, catching your reflection in the hazel pool of his eyes.

"yes?"

"There is nothing more I'd love in this world than to have a baby with you"

"a-are you sure, b-because as I sai-"

He chuckled, his forehead falling to yours and his hands holding your face.

"darlin'" he paused, a smile on his lips "believe me, I don't think I've ever been more sure of anything in my life"

A breath got caught in your throat as fireworks went off somewhere in your brain.

"Yeah?" was all you could master

"yeah" he laughed, his lips meeting yours in a mess of tears, teeths and laughters "We're gonna have a baby"

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lexischococoveredblueberries · 5 months

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Can you make a veneer x reader where reader is supposedly assistant but actually a super famous model/popstar? Velvet and Veneer only realize that their assistant was no ordinary person, (Veneer notices it first) but a celebrity more popular than them (Velvet only realizes when they go to reader's concert that Veneer begged Velvet to go with him) :3 (also reader took the job because they wanted to try having "a normal job" for once and for the possibility of making friends with other popstars) and can we choose our stage names ourselves?

my first request, thank u!!! i love this plot omg…, absolutely >o<

F/S/N : first stage name

L/S/N : last stage name

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• falling for fame •

veneer x FEM!reader

• one shot

• fluff

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“goodnight, Velvet and Veneer.”

you closed the door to their dressing room and

dashed down the hall. you had just finished helping

Velvet and Veneer get un-ready from their

performance, which was absolutely spectacular.

every time you watch them perform you’re taken

away by how they control an audience and how their

aura beams across the room. being their assistant ,

you kind of have to say things like that for appeal, but

you really meant it 99% of the time.

the other the majority of that percentage was from

what you took by watching Venner, though.

whenever you watched him dance and sing and

seem so relaxed, you can’t help but feel the urge to

start moving too.

maybe he was your inspiration when you decided to become your own star.

now out of the building, you hurried down a small

trail behind the overly large structure which led to an

underground neighbourhood that was lightened up

by old bulbs hanging from trees and cheap

streetlights. this place didn’t really have any

meaning , well, of course until you showed up.

you had finally made it to another building , where

you dragged yourself to your own dressing room.

after running up many stairs, you let your huge work

tote bag down and started undressing, throwing your

robe on as you waited for someone.

knock knock

there she was.

“come in,” you called and the door opened. Georgia,

your own assistant , came through holding clothes in

her arms and lots of small bags. she smiles brightly

at you.

“oh, y/n, thank goodness. i almost thought you

ditched on all of us.” she jokes, putting the outfit

down on your mini sofa beside your vanity which you

sat at. Georgia was a sweet woman, who was a

mother to a small boy, Finn, you had met one or

twice. she was a dream assistant to anyone who

wanted one that didn’t bark or bitch.

“i would never abandon you, Gia. the siblings were

busy today, Velvet wanted extra touch ups and such.”

you explained while Georgia set up curling irons and

laid out makeup brushes. you seen her smile slyly at

you.

“oh, really? it wasn’t because you got caught up

staring holes in the back of her brothers head? huh,

how strange.” she teased you, and you fought back a

huge smile that threatened to take up your whole

face.

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you

murmur, trying to hide the embarrassment in your

voice, but obviously failing.

you sort of wished Veneer would show up, if only he

knew. you weren’t sure WHY he didn’t know,

Velvet either, considering you were popular enough

for plenty of people to know about.

you tried to shrug it off, but you still felt weird about

it. you guessed they had better things to worry

about, that wasn’t you.

( performance ref pictures for anyone that wants them, if not then imagine to your hearts content )

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Meanwhile…

“goodnight, Velvet and Veneer.”

you closed the door, and Veneer bit the inside of his

cheek.

“i wonder where she goes after her shifts.” he

wonders out loud, crossing his arms. Velvet looks at

him like he said something out of pocket, and she

scoffed.

“hm, well, i don’t really give a shit. she can do what

she wants, can’t she?” she said in a snarky tone,

gathering her things together and throwing her now

free hair into a loose ponytail. you did an amazing job

with being able to get all of the product out of their

hair , and Veneer only noticed how flawless it was

now.

Velvet headed towards the door and looked back at

Veneer.

“i’m heading home, Ven. you following ?” she asked,

raising an eyebrow. Veneer was still staring at the

door from when you walked out, but he looked at

Velvet and smiled.

“yeah, eventually. go on, i’ll get a ride later.” he

replied. Velvet kind of gave a side eye to a fake

camera and shrugged. “mkay.. ciao.” she closed the

door on her way out.

Veneer waited a second. two. three.

he scrambled, threw on a pullover hoodie and bolted

out the door, following after you.

he panicked half the time, hoping that he looked like

a janitor on his way home from his shift , and frankly

he did. he followed you out of the building and down

the strange path that he didn’t even knew existed,

but he tried not to question it.

he made sure not to get too close , but also not too

far away, not because he was afraid of losing sight of

you, but also to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt.

now he saw what he walked into, a beautiful

underground neighborhood that almost looked like a

child’s dream treehouse. he was so taken aback that

he lost sight of you and began to panic. you

vanished in thin air, and he almost turned around to

run. but then he started hearing music, from a stage

from the middle of the grounds.

“what…” he whispered. he began walking towards it.

it took him a few minutes to get there, and when he

did, loads of people started flooding the ground, and

he became afraid of people recognizing him. he

pulled the hood further up but made sure to keep his

eyes on the stage. but it just got worse from there.

he could’ve swore the ENTIRE neighborhood was

flooded with people; 3x the crowd that Veneer and

Velvet get. Veneer began to over think.

‘Vel wouldn’t be happy about this…’ he thought to

himself, and he was about to leave again, when all

the lights on stage went off. people began cheering

and screaming as the sound of footsteps tapped on

the stage. the lights came back on, and Veneer seen

a tall lady standing at the front of the stage in a suit

holding a microphone

“you’ve all been waiting long enough! please welcome our loved, F/S/N L/S/N to the stage!”

more cheering commenced and Veneer was getting

confused. he certainly didn’t know that name. that

was until the lady left the stage and someone else

took the lead behind her.

Veneer froze.

“oh my god.” he said out loud. you appeared at the

front of the stage, backup dancers behind you. you

posed with confidence and gazed the crowd like you

owned it. he stood and stared like that’s what he was

born to do.

it was a magnificent performance.

As much as he adored Velvet and everything

she did was better than what anyone else

could do, he couldn’t say the same thing

right now.

he gazed and was lost in a trance; at the

way you danced, sung like you were holding

in a voice of gold since you were born and

controlled the audience with every striking

belt. this was probably the best show

Veneer has ever seen, and his heart

squeezed, wondering how this girl he swore

he knew ended up being someone

completely different.

after your performance, Veneer felt as if something

apart of him bloomed. that was all he needed to see

to feel complete. his supposedly normal assistant

was actually a pop star that he casually never knew

about ?

he wanted to go see you. he wanted to run backstage

and ask a million questions, but he knew he couldn’t.

not right now. instead, he ran off somewhere where

people weren’t and pulled out his phone and dialled

Velvet. she picked up after a few rings.

“what Veneer.”

“hi sis, uhm, were you AWARE that y/n, our

ASSISTANT, is a pop star???”

there was silence.

“…what the hell are you talking about? also where are

you??”

“listen, vel, i….i followed y/n here. i was curious of

her outside life and i accidentally discovered that

she’s super famous , and i kid you not that she’s

almost as famous as WE ARE. i’m bringing you here

tomorrow.”

“uhm. sure.” she sounded unsure.

“okay. i’m coming home.” he hung up and looked at

the stage one last time before leaving.

the next day…

after a long day of Veneer struggling to hide the face

that he knew about your “secret” , the time finally

came for Veneer to bring Velvet to your show. he

stood anxiously in their dressing room, picking at his

hands and clearing his throat repetitively. Velvet

noticed this as she was packing her things.

“uhm, what’s up with that? you’re the one that

wanted to bring me to her in the first place.” she

questioned, putting a hand on her hip as she

examined her brothers anxious gestures.

Veneer looked at her and suddenly stopped, running

his fingers through his hair.

“i-i don’t know what you’re talking about. let’s go?”

he tried to change the conversation. Velvet would’ve

protested but she kind of wanted to get this over

with, but of course she had to throw in a remark.

“you like her.”

Veneers heart pumped furiously as the thought was

put in his head.

“no. well.. no! velvet.” he became embarrassed by her

comment and suddenly wanted to disappear. she

laughed.

“you’re really bad at hiding your feelings. i’m your

sister, i would know.” she smirked and opened the

door. “move it.”

he shook his head and went out the door, Velvet

closing it behind him.

Veneer guided his sister to the underground tunnel-

ish place and she grimaced with her voice.

“oh my god, it’s like, damp in here. ew.” she

complained, pulling at the sweater that she wore.

Veneer wasn’t really listening. he was eagerly looking

around, wondering if he would spot you out and

about, hoping to have a conversation before you

performed.

they made themselves to the pit of the arena,

ushering off to the side so people wouldn’t look at them.

“it’s off putting that no one has noticed us yet.

almost upsetting,” Velvet said.

“maybe it’s the fact we don’t have three tubs of gel in

our hair right now?” Veneer replied, not meaning to

sound like a hard-ass but coming off as it anyway.

Velvet scoffed. “shut it.”

that’s when the people started flooding in, and

Velvets face went shocked.

“holy shit,” she whispered , looking around

frantically.

“there’s no way this is for y/n. she has ten times more

people than we do! ugh!” she became upset and

veneer blew air in his cheeks.

“that’s..what i told you.” he whispered to himself and

looked to the stage.

when the hundreds of people finally stopped coming,

Veneer knew this was the time. he could barely wait.

he was basically shaking in his boots, eager to see

you. to see you dance and steal the shine of the

stars. he couldn’t help but see you as the moon.

then, the lights went off,and Veneer nearly shrieked.

he felt like a fanboy to his own assistant; and he

didn’t know how to feel about that.

the announcer came on again, and that’s when the

lights came back on and he could see you, there,

with a gorgeous outfit and stunning makeup that

made you seem intimidating. he could’ve cried at

how beautiful you were, his heart throbbed in his

chest as he just wanted to climb on stage and join

you; steal your own show but make you the main

attraction.

Veneer was getting caught up with his thoughts the

entire performance, and the look on his sister’s face

was priceless. he couldn’t really tell if it was jealousy,

admiration or a combination of both. but in this

moment, he didn’t care what she thought , all he

wanted to do was watch and admire you.

there was a split moment when you were near the

edge of the stage, singing effortlessly like you always

do, and made direct eye contact with veneer.

the whole world stopped for both of you. Veneer was

lost in your eyes, you were clueless of why he was

here, but that butterfly feeling started in the pit of

your chest. you kept singing , didn’t miss a single

word, and carried on.

Veneer felt his face flush as he continued to stare like

a fool.

after another ground breaking performance, the

applause roared across the entire plot and you gave a

bow, giving Veneer a final look and thanking

everyone in your mic. heading backstage , Veneer

held the urge to run back as well, but he looked to

Velvet.

she was already looking at him, and her expression

was…soft.

“go, Ven.” she said, motioning her head towards the

backstage entrance.

he smiled at her. “thank you vel.”

he ran to the backstage, being able to sneak past the

guards and past the red curtains.

he stopped to look around and saw you stepping off

the stage stairs. you looked at each other.

‘she’s so beautiful in the dark.’ he thought to

himself, walking towards you and your mouth parted.

“veneer,” you started, trying to get words out of your

mouth while shaking your head. “you..you knew?

how? you brought velvet ?? why…why?” so many

thoughts came blurting out and Veneer took your

hand.

“i always knew. i knew you pursued something,

you’re the type of girl to do that.” he looked at you

with kind eyes, and you swallowed with a dry mouth.

“i..” you stopped, taking a deep breath, looking away

and looking back. “thank you, for showing up. that meant more than you really know. i didn’t tell in fear of trying to out run you and Vel. i’m sorry,” you explained, a slight panic in your voice, but Veneer sealed your worries with a gentle kiss to your hand.

“let me support you y/n. i want this for both of us.”

his words had an effect on your heart and you smiled

warmly. you brought his and your hand to your heart.

“ yeah. just you and me. oh, well, Velvet too.” both of

you shared a laugh.

FLASH

a bright light came from the backstage entrance ,

and paparazzi and kid ritz stood there with shocked

expressions on their faces.

“oh.” you both said in unison.

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a/n: AHHH IDK IF THIS WAS TOO LONG OR NOT IM CHARACTER FOR VENEER HELP 😞 i apologize if this sucks lol but i had fun making it 💗 tysm for the support lately i love all of you + my dms are always open if any of u need a friend ! requests are open always unless said otherwise <3

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multifanderwrites · 4 months

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Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Well… Technically, Writer) Headcanons: Falling Asleep in His Presence

It’s no secret that Anakin loves you. (He has to keep the relationship secret, but if he could, he’d scream it to the galaxy)

It’s tough to pick one thing that he loves the most about you, but he’s certain of this: he loves when you fall asleep around him

The very first time it happens, it sort of shocks him because he’s so used to seeing you awake and spry and jumpy- Fuck it. Let’s just call it what it is: ADHD [im just making all the readers neurodivergent by default. I have no idea how to write for neurotypical people. 🥲]

Regardless, Anakin feels his heart swelling with joy as he realizes that you’ve drifted off to sleep with your head on his shoulder. On his shoulder!

A soft smile comes on his lips as he lifts you up and gently moves your body to his lap, where he knows you’ll be much more comfortable.

Now, your head is resting on his chest, your arms unconsciously moving to wrap around his neck. With his left hand, he plays with your hair. His right hand traces circles in between your shoulder blades, slow and gentle so you don’t wake up too soon.

But the cherry on top is the occasional kiss on your head in between the loving words he whispers to you while you’re asleep, all of which he’s keen on repeating when you’re awake.

🥺 this man loves you so, so much that it almost makes him cry. How could he possibly deserve someone like you?

But here you are, peacefully sleeping in the lap of Anakin Skywalker.

Oh yeah. Those words? “I hope you’re having a nice dream, my star.” Kiss. “I don’t even care if it’s about me, I just hope it’s good.” Kiss. “To be completely honest, it doesn’t really matter. I’m just happy that you’re here with me, because you’re the greatest gift to the universe.”

You eventually wake up, and you notice that you’re in the arms of your partner. “Oh-“

“I hope you don’t mind,” he says as you pull your head up to look at him. “I just didn’t want you to get a cramp in your neck, so I moved you here.”

You nod. “Thank you,” you tell him.

If Anakin’s being honest with himself, he definitely enjoys having your head on his chest when you’re both lying down. But any position is good, just as long as you’re comfortable and able to sleep peacefully.

However, your sleep isn’t always pleasant. You sometimes talk in your sleep, but it’s nothing compared to when you have a nightmare.

The very first time you have a nightmare in front of him, it’s when he’s staying over at your place for a week due to a strange fungus growing in his sleeping quarters at the Jedi Temple. At least, that’s what he told you.

But he’s holding you on his chest, laying down with you on your bed in the late evening hours of the night… when you suddenly start to cry in your sleep. Anakin tenses up in response to feeling your body shake with sobs.

He looks down at your face, sees your eyes closed.

Needless to say, Anakin Skywalker is no stranger to having nightmares. So of course he understands how afraid you must be feeling in this awful dream.

It should be noted that he’s completely shirtless when he sleeps.

So, conveniently, Anakin is able to feel your tears on his skin. This, of course, breaks his heart because he’s so used to being able to comfort you when you’re awake and crying.

But you’re not awake right now. You’re asleep. Still, you’re crying. Now, you’re starting to scream and shake in your sleep.

That’s what prompts Anakin to tighten his arms around you, to try and wake you up from whatever hell you’re currently trapped in.

Your eyes open instantly, and your heart is still racing with adrenaline. But your partner has his arms wrapped around you tightly, gently hushing your frightened whimpers.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I got you,” is the first thing that comes out of his mouth.

“No,” you whimper into his bare chest.

“It’s over now, sweetheart,” he says soothingly as he runs his fingers through your hair. “You’re out of that nightmare.” He looks at your face with a loving smile as he cups your cheek, kissing your forehead softly before he asks you if you want to talk about the bad dream.

As tough as it is, you do need to talk about the nightmare. As you recount your terrible dream, Anakin listens to you, his expression soft and gentle. He occasionally nods to indicate his understanding as you talk. You talk about the horrific monster that stalked you in your nightmare- a rancor, to be exact- and how frightening it was to eventually be scooped up into his large hand.

Your partner never once indicates that he doesn’t believe you. In fact, he can actually see everything that you described in his mind.

But that only heightens his desire to protect you, the girl he so desperately loves, from any kind of harm or evil.

So, when you’ve finished telling him about the upsetting nightmare, the first thing that Anakin does is ask, “Do you feel comfortable letting me use the Force on you right now?”

This isn’t the question you were expecting, but it does make you feel a little nervous. “Why?”, you ask in response.

He tells you that he wants to influence your subconscious so that you can have a better dream instead of having to deal with two nightmares in one night. You immediately nod your head, absolutely desperate to go back to sleep.

Anakin smiles at you and runs his hand over your hair before he reaches out into your mind through the Force, which feels… surprisingly soothing. It’s almost as though he’s actually brushing his fingers against your brain, if that makes sense. “Close your eyes, princess,” he whispers lovingly.

You do, and what you feel next feels even better than what came before. If Anakin reaching into your mind through the Force felt like the gentle brush of fingers against your brain, then him actually making contact with your subconscious is much more intimate than you could imagine. It’s as though he’s leaving little trails of kisses on your brain. That probably makes less sense, but it’s the only way to describe the feeling.

And before you know it, you’re asleep again. And lo and behold, that sweet little mind trick worked! Instead of being stuck in another awful nightmare of being pursued by a vicious rancor, you have a very peaceful, relaxing dream of being in a gorgeous meadow surrounded by beautiful flowers… and Anakin is there with you.

The dream just so happens to be a parallel of what’s happening in reality, the key difference being that Anakin has a shirt on and you’re not laying in a bed.

Sometimes, you’re just sitting next to him and having a sweet conversation about life stuff- Jedi business, your art endeavours- and you both lose track of time. It’s late in the evening, but neither of you want to be apart from each other.

God bless Anakin, he’s so helplessly in love with you that he doesn’t even care who sees him while he’s carrying you to his sleep quarters. Obi-Wan does see this, but he’s chill about it.

Anyhow, the Chosen One takes you into his room and sets you on his bed. You wake up with your head in his lap as you feel his fingers in your hair.

“Hi there, sweetheart,” he says with a soft smile. “Hope you didn’t mind that I took you back here.”

“How long was I asleep?”, you ask him as you rub your eyes and sit up.

Anakin is so mesmerized by your fully rested state that he almost doesn’t hear you. But he does, and he replies, “Oh, long enough for you to get some much needed rest, my love. I know how hard you work.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 This man really said that he let you sleep in his lap for hours!

Sometimes, when you’re asleep in his lap, Anakin will braid your hair. And he’s so good at it too! He knows so many intricate styles and techniques that you don’t, and they’re all so beautiful.

You’ll wake up with your hair braided, and you instantly know that your loving partner is the culprit.

[alright, folks! That’s it! I’ve been thinking of doing more head canons for the Eleventh Doctor since I haven’t written anything else for him yet. But since I have your attention, please do check out the Mixiverse! I know it’s very out of context atm, but I would love for the Star Wars storylines to get feedback and attention! It’s really important]

#fanfiction #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #anakin skywalker fanfiction #star wars #anakin skywalker x reader #soft!anakin #soft anakin skywalker #star wars headcanons

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 months

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Hello. I really loved your imagines and headcannons about lackadaisy characters and wanted to ask some fluff drabble/headcannon for Rocky or Freckles with s/o who is very clingy? Y/n can hug them, kiss them or give them gift out of nowhere just cuz she loves them so much?

It's OK if don't feel like writing this, no pressure. Wish you best ❤️

A/n: THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY! Thank you 🥰, also why not both.

•Rock Rickababy•

Would absolutely love it! He get's giddy whenever you kiss him or hug him out of the blue. Rocky can't help but feel special that he has someone that loves him so much.

Tears up when you give him little gifts so he starts to give you gifts { some are hand made and maybe on the strange side } but his heart swells seeing how much you love them.

Can't get enough with how clingy you are though he does get worried when you ask to come on his run's, he doesn't want to lose you.

Everyone is honestly a little baffled but Rocky has become slightly less insufferable

"ROCKY!"

The cat just had enough time to turn around to catch you, swinging you around he nuzzled his cheek against your own. "My stars!"

Smiling your arms wrapped around his neck as you gave him a kiss which eagerly returned. Pulling back, you then kissed his cheek. "Come on let's go get something to eat?!

Beaming up at you, he nodded his head eagerly. "Okay!"

You two fall asleep in the most random of places, but your head is always resting on his chest as he holds you, his arms wrapped around your body.

•Calvin "Freckle" Allen McMurray•

Nervous boy! Would probably have a panic attack the first time you'd hug him or kiss him out of the blue. He doesn't expect it, he's not used someone loving him.

Might be a little jumpy at first but he slowly get's used to it. He does love the little kisses and hugs you give him, is a blushing mess.

Think's your hugs are the softest, loves how your perfume often clings to his clothes after.

Is shy when you give him gifts, his heart races whenever you do.

Glancing around, you hummed making your way to where Freckle was. He was hunched over the table, grinning you quickly snuck up behind him as you placed your lips against his cheek.

Nearly jumping, once he realized it was you he slowly relaxed into your touch. Smiling, Freckle peered up at you flushing lightly. "H-hey."

Humming you moved to sit down in his lap as you nuzzled into his neck.

Biting back a whimper, Freckle hugged you close as he rested his head on his chest. "What are you? Oh...you're sleeping."

This was something you always did, you loved to fall asleep as long as it was on him. A weak smile formed on his face as he placed a kiss to the top of your head, your ears twitching for a moment as your tail wrapped around his. "Get some sleep princess."

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xjulixred45x · 7 months

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Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto x Idol! Reader

Gojo/Geto x S/o who is a Japanese idol/Singer.

Reader: female/male

Genre: Headcanons

Warnings: Gojo xd, some Canon divergent with Geto, mainly set in Star Plasma Vessel Arc, S/o has a ritual technique related to singing, the Idol industry is toxic ASF, fluff.

Main idea i have: You are a student at Jujutsu High, but you work part-time as an Idol (and you take advantage of the bad work environment to exorcise curses)

Satoru Gojo

Of the two, he is the most likely to know about your career as an idol.

When he sees you for the first time at Jujustu High, he looks at you strangely for a long time to try to remember where he knows you from (you look something different without all the production).

but when he finally realizes it, like the FREAK he is, he points it out shouting at Geto, killing him with shame, and you end up meeting your future significant other.

As you may have noticed, he is quite open about your career, probably using the excuse that it is because it is related to your cursed ritual, but the truth is he just wants to show you off xd.

Although of course, if you ask him to stop, he will. But when you see how tiring it can be to have to juggle two jobs at the same time, being a Sorcerer and an Idol nothing more.

If we talk about more advanced terms of relationship, Gojo probably has AT LEAST a small set of your merchandise, AND HE'S GOING TO SHOW IT OFF TO YOU, he just really likes to embarrass you (in an affectionate way).

I have the idea that Gojo couldn't sing even if his life depended on it, so it would be funny if you tried to teach him your technique (which requires SINGING the high notes) and he, wanting to imitate, only comes out with a sound similar to a drowned duck(?)

If you borrow his phone to search for something and look at the playlist, chances are you will find several of your own songs,even the Acapella versions (no instruments, just the voice), in a way it helps him relax a lot, especially when you go on different missions.

I can see him going to see you at one of your concerts, just to embarrass you a little, screaming and making a mess, at first glance he seems like an average Famboy, but he's YOUR average famboy 😅

If he doesn't go to your shows, at least try to cheer you up, either by going directly to your dressing room to lighten things up a bit, even though it ends up being the opposite.

Gojo: YOURE A BAD BITCH!

You:IM A BAD BITCH!

or leaving a voice message so you know you have his support :3 (although the first is more likely)

Moving on to more serious things, Gojo really worries that working in two stressful environments (one much more lethal than the other) will end up screwing up your mental health in the long term.

Even more so when he finds out how toxic the Idols' work environment is.

leaving aside the "debt" with your company (which is covered by those of the institution), the competitive environment, the haters who constantly harass you online (and in real life), the "fans" who rather are sick people who follow you everywhere--

He can't even be publicly physical with you or any kind of PDA! or say that you have a partner, because oh God knows how people would react to that.

It honestly makes him a little sad to see how you break your back to keep both jobs relatively stable, only to have your effort swept under the rug. it frustrates him.

Gojo isn't that worried about your physical appearance (although the outfits you wear to shows are very cute), but he won't let you starve yourself>:( If he eats something, get assured he'll make you eat too.

When he sees that you are having a particularly bad day, first of all he will try to make you feel better by making you laugh, if you refuse, then he will tickle you! or if you want to vent and let out work frustrations, go ahead.

lots 👏of 👏cuddling👏and👏hugs👏

He's just very clingy, and since he can't show much affection outside on the street and has to limit it to home and school, he makes the most of it.

He may or may not offer you some kind of more domestic date, like playing video games and intentionally letting you win, making comments that he knows will lift your spirits.

If we talk about the most current Gojo, it is most likely that you have already retired from the world of Idols, but you are still part of the training industry part-time (actress/actor or something similar).

and also by that time your relationship with Gojo would be more public (to his delight), of course, there was some commotion, but it is the least important when you live in a world with Curses.

aside, honestly, any Stalker/paparazzi you might have had before, he got screwed as soon as he was even on the same block as the two of you, Gojo is just intimidating when he wants to be, and he appreciates his time with you TOO much for someone to come and try to ruin it. (keyword, Try).

Get ready, now that Idol's job is not a problem (something like that), he's going to take the opportunity to have the most ABSURD amount of PDA you can imagine.

hugs, holding hands, you hang on to his arm, his arm around you, kisses, pet names, he has a whole arsenal.

He still really likes listening to you sing, but I especially imagine that he likes you singing to him to sleep, canonically this man doesn't sleep much, so having you sing to him would probably help him sleep much easier.

It's a good way to relax when he's had to deal with the big boys, just laying on your lap, eating something sweet while you sing him one of your songs. a strangely domestic moment.

He even takes off his blindfold to see you when you sing, it's kind of cute.

If you stroke his hair in the process, it's an absolute BONUS.

Even if you end up leaving the singing career completely, Gojo will always, ALWAYS find a way to show it off to his peers (everyone finds him EVEN more annoying than before thanks to this, Even his students, well, minus Itadori maybe).

Overall, find your Idol career endearing.

Suguru Geto

He's less likely to know about you as Idol than Gojo, but you seem familiar to him in a way.

It's not until 1- either Gojo tells him directly that you're an idol or 2- you go on television and he just sees you. both are equally likely (Gojo wouldn't say it right away just to annoy him for a change).

Be that as it may, at first he is much more interested in your Cursed technique related to singing than to your secondary career.

(note: this occurred to me because the musical note "Si" would literally translate into Japanese as "Shi" meaning "death", you could say that this may or may not be part of your cursed ritual, it's interesting).

It's similar to cursed speech, after all. So initially your friendship with him begins out of pure fascination and curiosity about your abilities.

Although of course, your other work does not go unnoticed, Geto honestly believes that it is something ingenious, because initially you would never think to find so much negative energy in a place like the Idol world(people seen as "pure and angelic"), and it turns out to be quite the opposite.

He found you fascinating in many ways, which only piqued his interest more.

Unlike Gojo, Geto is much more focused on your work as a Sorcerer than as an Idol, which doesn't mean he sees it as a bad thing! Not at all, it's just that it can connect with you better with the first more than the second.

Although yes, he also really likes to listen to you sing (without a cursed ritual or not, it doesn't matter, he thinks you sound very good either way). He feels especially proud when you sing him a future song alone.

He just stands there watching you sing and smiles like a fool. It's therapeutic.

Even if he's not as hyped about your work as Gojo, I can definitely see him giving you a lot of compliments when you wear the outfits they give you for the shows, they're so CUTE! And they make you look even more adorable!

He also cares a lot about your health! He always makes sure to have throat medicine nearby (whether outside or on missions) in case of emergencies. Apart from the fact that he wants you to have a healthier weight (by the beauty standards of the Idols, it is quite difficult).

He feels worried when he sees you worried about losing your supposed "extra weight" when the only thing he sees are your ribs☠️

Geto:"lets get you a Burger"

You:"i can't eat tha-"

Geto:"LETS GET YOU A BURGER, I CAN SEE YOUR BONES"

He can, wants and will take you to eat junk food after each mission, and when I say each one, IT'S EVERY ONE. He simply doesn't want you to end up hospitalized for anorexia or worse, faint in the middle of a mission due to lack of nutrients, the possibility scares him a lot.

Aside from the fact that he won't let you feel bad for being a healthy weight, and he won't tolerate anyone saying anything bad about it (unless they wants to see the rainbow dragon, but not in the friendly way).

He was already pretty aware that the idol environment is pretty bad, but hearing it (and in some cases, seeing the consequences) from you directly is a whole new level.

The slave-like schedules, the impossible standards, the "diets" that practically boil down to not eating, the strange people you run into on a daily basis, it honestly surprises him that you can stay like a Sorcerer with how little you eat and sleep.

At least he doesn't have to worry about money, although I still highly doubt he'll let you buy him things at first, he prefers that you give YOURSELF some self-care

Although he is calm knowing that you can handle yourself well, he definitely can't help but get a little angry when he sees your name on some gossip page or something like that.

Unlike Gojo, I think he will directly ask you to leave the Idol job, but with good arguments, and obviously understand if you don't want to leave, after all doing this kind of thing takes YEARS of preparation, it makes sense that you want to continue with the work as much as you can.

especially if you like it.

but he will definitely be more aware of your situation and in general more present in these types of things and not only those related to Jujustu.

You two become a more stable couple, so to speak.

Going forward to the present day, regardless of whether Geto remains in Jujutsu High or turns evil like in canon, the two remain close.

Mimiko and Nanako ABSOLUTELY admire your old work as an idol a lot, like, a lot, especially Nanako. which is quite cute to see, since you give them the same hairstyles that you used to wear in your youth or even singing your old lyrics to them, Geto could die of cuteness right there.

Listening to you sing when he's had a day full of dealing with "monkeys" is the perfect way to end the day sincerely, even if it's just a hum, it practically puts him in a good mood right away.

Unlike Gojo, I think he would also like you to sing as a form of entertainment (if you feel comfortable), like having background noise while he does things, according to the "work better that way." He says, but only wants You to sing SPECIALLY for him.

The family LIVES to hear you sing too, if you are with them while they wait for Geto, Mimiko will probably ask you with puppy eyes to sing them something to kill time. works 9.5/10 of the time.

Like waiting music.

If you're still in the entertainment industry, you two probably take advantage of money from whatever association hires you >:).

IMAGINE HIM COMING TO SEE YOU WITH THE FAMILY IN SOME VIP SESSION! The girls are taking a lot of photos or recording videos (I imagined them doing the Oshi no Ko dance 🤣😅) and simply admiring how the monkeys are idiots and you are unattainable to them

In this case, I don't think it's necessary to say what happens with the paparazzi or stalkers you used to have >:)

if we talk about Teacher! Geto is not very different from Gojo in several aspects, perhaps just a little more insistent on the issue of choosing only ONE job.

I think if you chose to stay as a singer and leave Jujustu's world, he would be VERY relieved in a way, at least he would never have to worry about him losing you to curses, and you know how to defend yourself very well, so the chances of you something bad happens as a singer are low to none.

In short, he will let you do what makes you happy as long as it is healthy and you are in control. He loves you too much to care about your work.

See your career more as an accessory, in a good way, you will always be more interesting ;)

Shares, reglogs, and comments are very welcome!

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Ahhhhh ONE DONE!

I have two Request in waiting, but first i Will try to Write one o two other scenerios that i want to make. Have patience with me :')

I hope You like it!

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maccreadysbaby · 9 days

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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: contemplated s**cide

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

im sorry but also no I’m not

part thirty-six

❝ OVER THE EDGE (ALMOST) ❞

THURSDAY — SEPTEMBER 3 — 9:00AM

BENTLEY WAS REALLY COLD.

“Don’t worry, Babybird — I won’t tell your secrets,”

Bentley breathed in and out three times before he could see. His breath was coming out as clouds of vapor in front of him, rising into the air. All he could see was the sky. A big, black mass peppered with millions of tiny twinkling stars, and a huge, bright full moon.

He blinked. There was a familiar dull ache at the base of his skull, and his muscles were kind of sore, in a strange, prickly kind of way. He was laying on something really hard and really cold. The wind was blowing, the freezing temperatures biting at his exposed skin and making it burn.

With a grunt of discomfort, he sat up. He was laying on the roof of a building in the freezing cold. The night’s sky was above, and over the concrete ledge that kept people from falling off the roof, Gotham was glowing. He had to be at least fifteen or twenty stories in the air.

The city looked much brighter from up there. He pushed himself off of the rooftop and stepped closer to the edge, peering off at the view. He could see a lot — more than he’d ever seen. Hundreds of buildings and tons of cars moving and people walking and… so many lights. Lights everywhere, all shining and twinkling. He blinked, utterly taken aback by the view.

In the distance, a large light flickered to life, projecting an image into the sky.

A bat.

Bentley stared in awe, a phantom of a smile quirking up on his lips. That was the signal people used to call Batman, right?

For a while, he just looked off the edge of the building, watching the cars, the people, the lights. At one point, he was pretty sure he saw Batman on a rooftop.

And then he realized someone was crying.

Bentley turned toward the sound, towards other side of the rooftop for the first time. More night’s sky and Gotham lights were visible past it, but that wasn’t what drew his attention — it was the person sitting on the ledge, their legs dangling freely over the sidewalk at least fifteen stories below. They were small.

Bentley glanced around, catching sight of the door that led to the roof, which was sitting slightly open. With a few hesitant steps forward, Bentley muttered: “Excuse me?”

They didn’t move. Their silhouette was nearly solid black from where Bentley was standing, outlined with lights and stars. They were shaking slightly, and he could hear them sniffling and sobbing quietly.

“Excuse me?” He tried again, stepping forward. “Are you okay?”

Nothing.

Bentley, slowly and steadily, made his way to the ledge about twenty feet from them, so he could see their face.

With the Gotham lights shining toward them now, he could see exactly who it was — it was Asten. He was holding his cell-phone in his hands with tears streaming down his face in a way Bentley hadn’t seen since he watched his parents die. His hair was a lighter blue than he remembered, and he looked… younger? Maybe? Only a little. He had on his Gotham Academy uniform, and his left eye was bruised spectacularly, making way for his bleeding nose. Well, it wasn’t bleeding anymore, but there was still blood on his face and peppered on his clothes that he hadn’t bothered to clean off. He was sniffling and spluttering pitifully, kind of like Nico at the bus stop, or Bentley after his first nightmare with the Secret Keeper.

“Asten?” Bentley tried, but of course, he went unheard. He waved one of his hands out toward his friend, but he didn’t see it. Why couldn’t anyone see him?

There were messages coming into Asten’s phone like mad. Since Bentley couldn’t be seen, he stepped closer, peering down at the screen.

Asten was texting Nico, and the texts he was receiving seemed to be a panicked, jumbled mess of where are you, his name, and the word please a whole lot. Bentley glanced up at Asten, who was staring at it but not typing back. His phone rang; he declined it. It rang again. He declined it again.

Bentley glanced around the empty rooftop again. The building was easily one of the tallest in the area — how did Asten even get up there? And why? He wished he could be seen, so he could help. Why was he crying?

Asten pulled a small, crumpled sheet of paper out of his pants pocket, and upon closer examination, Bentley realized it was a photograph of him and his parents. The cold breeze came and went again. It blew Asten’s hair around and made the little paper dance.

Bentley frowned in sympathy, glancing up at Asten, who was staring blankly at the photo. Texts were still coming in from Nico, one after another like clockwork.

Asten looked down at his phone, and with shaky fingers, typed a reply to Nico’s texts.

Everything would be easier if I was just dead.

Wasn’t that almost the exact same thing Bentley had said to Nico?

Bentley watched in silence as Asten sat his phone and photo off to the side, on the ledge next to him, staring off into the distance. There were texts and calls coming in like mad. The breeze whipped and blew as Asten moved, climbing off of the ledge and then right back on, this time, standing on it instead of sitting.

Bentley blinked. In an instant he was hearing his heart in his ears, and he reached for Asten’s ankle only for his hand to go through it, just like it had with Bruce when he watched Jason die.

“Asten,” He muttered, even though he knew it wouldn’t be heard. He blinked. Was Asten about to… I mean, Bentley had never seen… never thought… “Asten? Hey, Asten, please.”

The lights of Gotham were reflecting in Asten’s green eyes, tears and tear-streaks gleaming in the illumination. The breeze was whipping his blue hair and Gotham Academy uniform around. Bentley, panicked, reached for him again to no avail.

“Asten,” He repeated, moving closer. “Asten.”

Asten stared off the ledge, down at the sidewalk with people moving to and fro on it. He hiccuped, watching the people move closely, intently. Was he waiting… for them to get out of the way?

“Asten,” Bentley tried, his eyes becoming a little misty. “Asten, please get down.”

He didn’t. Instead, he actually moved closer to the edge like it didn’t even matter. Bentley reached for him again. It didn’t work.

“Asten, please, don’t,” He practically begged, the back of his eyes burning. What in the heck were you supposed to say to someone who was… like this?

Something changed about Asten’s eyes — about his whole face. He stopped crying. He seemed… normal. Calm. He didn’t look troubled anymore. Bentley looked down. There was no one on the sidewalk.

He quickly looked back up at Asten with a “No!” That went unheard.

Something moved behind them.

“You think we’re gonna have a blizzard tomorrow?”

Bentley and Asten both flinched in tandem when a familiar voice pierced the air. Asten didn’t turn, but his calmness left instead, and closed his eyes with a shaky breath and sent a few more tears down his face.

Bentley, however, did turn. He blinked blankly at a sight he hadn’t really expected — Red Hood was crouching in the center of the rooftop, his helmet still tight on his head.

Asten said nothing to Jason’s left field question, balling his hands into fists by his sides so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Have you ever seen a superhero before?”

“Piss off,” Was Asten’s whispered reply, bringing a hand up to rub at his crying eyes. “Go away.”

“What’s your name?”

Asten grumbled in annoyance. “Piss off.”

Jason moved only about a millimeter closer, still crouched. “Would it hurt to tell me if you’re just going to jump anyways?”

For a moment, Asten got lost in thought, squeezing his hands tighter. He swallowed thickly, looking down off the ledge, at the sidewalk and road below.

“Asten,” He muttered, a hiccup breaking up the word in the middle.

Jason nodded. “Asten. How old are you?”

There was another moment of silence where Bentley just stood still, watching. Listening.

“Twelve,”

Jason shifted uncomfortably, and he seemed to look around before he continued: “Your phone is ringing. You know who’s calling?” It wasn’t his Jason voice or even his Red Hood voice. It was his Robin voice.

Asten didn’t reply to that one, but instead, shuffled his toes closer to the edge of the building. Bentley’s hand drifted up to his mouth and stayed there, and Jason moved, albeit slowly, closer.

“Don’t try to talk me out of it,” Asten muttered with a quiet sob, wiping at his eyes. “It won’t work.”

“I’m not. I’m just talking,” Jason replied smoothly, standing up. “I’ve been in the same position before, myself. I know how it feels; so jump.”

Asten’s eyes widened, and he looked backwards for the first time, eyes lingering on Jason’s helmet. “What?”

Jason inched forward until he was next to Asten, his boots against the ledge. “If you really have no hope at all; no one that loves you, no one that you can count on — if you really have nothing left that makes you happy, a person, an object, an activity that makes waking up in the morning worth it… then jump.”

Asten started to cry harder, bringing his hands up to his face.

Jason’s head turned subtly in the direction of Asten’s eternally buzzing phone. “But I have a feeling that isn’t the case.”

Asten said nothing, crying nearly uncontrollably into the sleeves of his Gotham Academy blazer. “I hate it here.”

“So did I,”

Asten tugged at his own hair, squeezing until his knuckles turned white again. “Why… didn’t you… jump?”

Jason breathed in and out deeply. “My brother cared enough to show up before I could.”

Just then, a round of two or three sirens faded softly into Bentley’s earshot, and Asten turned on a dime, glaring dangerously at Jason with a fire in his eyes. “You called the cops?”

“No,” The Red Hood replied lowly, grabbing Asten’s phone and holding it up so he could see the caller ID on the screen. It said Nico. “But I bet I know who did.”

Bentley watched in silence as more time passed, and two cop cars screeched to a halt at the bottom of the building they were on top of, followed by a black Mercedes. All three of the cars’ doors flew open, and people piled out, including a certain blonde who still had his phone pressed into his ear, who left the police in his dust to get inside the building.

Jason held his hand out, up toward Asten. His other hand was holding onto the grappling gun he had on his hip. “You wanna come down so you can talk to him?”

Asten stayed on the ledge for a few moments, shaking, crying, contemplating everything and nothing. It was probably the scariest few moments Bentley had ever witnessed.

Silence continued to pass until the door to the roof swung open, and Nico flew out, followed closely by his parents. He had obviously been bawling his eyes out, and let out a very desperate sounding: “Asten.”

That’s when Asten caved, reaching back and taking Jason’s hand. The vigilante grabbed him steadily by the arms and helped him off of the ledge, crying and all. Nico ran to him.

Bentley’s head felt like it was caving in. Splitting pain radiated from one side of his skull to the other, his limbs went limp, and the surface of the rooftop was hard when he hit it. With a groan of agony, he reached toward Red Hood’s boot.

Everything went black.

And then he jumped awake again, gasping deeply. He blinked a few times — they were in the bedroom with Asten.

Right. The bedroom. Asten — he was sick. The Secret Keeper. Reality was coming back to him — he and Nico, after their fight with the Secret Keeper, had gone upstairs, stayed utterly silent, and didn’t move. (Typical of them, right? If they weren’t panicking they seemed to not do much of anything at all.)

Bentley was curled in a ball on the loveseat, his head close to something else small that he quickly realized was a sleeping Nico. Sunlight was streaming in from the windows, Asten was still limp in the bed, and Jason was in one of two chairs situated near the door, reading a book to himself. His cell phone was laying face down on the arm of the seat. The clock next to Asten’s bed read 9:01am.

Apparently Jason and Asten had more of a history than Bentley realized. Maybe that’s why Jason was here? Even though Asten didn’t know it was him?

“Bad dream?” Jason questioned softly, and despite already knowing he was very much awake and alert, Bentley jumped at the sound of his voice.

“Mhm,” He hummed quietly, sitting up and re-situating himself.

“Secret Keeper stuff?”

“Mhm,” He repeated.

A moment of silence ensued, and Bentley dug his phone out of his pocket, piddling around with it for a few moments. He glanced at his friends. Asten was still unresponsive and limp in the bed, the washcloth laying on his head and IV in his arm. Nico was curled up in a tiny ball on the other side of the loveseat, beneath the same blue blanket that Bentley had been under.

He stared at his phone for a few more moments before he texted Jason: I saw a memory. You getting Asten off a ledge.

Jason’s phone dinged. He picked it up, read the message, and then glanced up at Bentley. They shared a moment of silent eye contact. Jason’s thumbs were hovering, but not moving, so Bentley typed again.

You said you’d been in that position before.

Neither of them looked up, but the air in the room seemed to get thicker. Bentley listened for the telltale little taps of Jason’s fingers, but they never came. So, instead of ignoring it like he typically would, he sent another text.

Would you have really done it? Jumped?

More silence, this time even more tense, thicker. Jason’s typing bubbles came up and went away a few times, and then his message came through:

Back then? I think so.

Bentley typed again. Why didn’t you?

Dick showed up.

Bentley glanced up at Jason, blinking at the way his phone light was illuminating his white streak. Jason didn’t take his eyes off of the screen. He’d told Bentley first hand about being at rock bottom, so maybe this was what he was talking about when he said he got close to death again? It gave Bentley a weird feeling.

Would you do it now? Was the next message Jason got.

Typing bubbles came and went on Bentley’s phone again, before a one-word text came through: No.

Bentley exhaled a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding.

You promise?

“I promise, Bentley,”

He glanced up at Jason, who was looking back at him with his white streak and greenish-blue eyes.

More quietness passed.

“Jason?”

“Hm?”

Bentley blinked a few times, his eyes moving here and there, not settling anywhere for too long. The mental image of Jason on a ledge like Asten was made the back of his eyes burn. The fact that Jason had gotten to that point before.

Bentley blinked again, clearing his throat subtly. Glanced at his friends to make sure they were really asleep. “I watched you die,” He whispered. “When I was kidnapped, I… saw it.”

Jason breathed out, shifting on the chair, becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He opened his mouth; nothing came out.

“The Joker, I was… and I couldn’t…” Bentley took a breath. “I saw all of it.”

No one spoke.

“I already told you but I… want you to know that…” Bentley sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m really, really glad you’re alive.”

Another long spurt of silence passed. Bentley just sort of looked at Asten, watching his chest rise and fall beneath the quilt.

“Kid…”

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to,” Bentley continued, glancing up at Jason, who looked oddly tense. “It’s okay.”

So Jason didn’t say anything.

Bentley picked at the bottom of the blanket. “I don’t know why she shows me this stuff. I’ve seen a ton of things — she showed me some of the different futures I could have. I’ve seen… me die… and you were, uh, trying to save me. In a glowing green pool. I saw my headstone.”

Jason’s eyes traveled back up to Bentley and bounced around for a few moments, his expression darkening at his words. “You aren’t going to die.”

Bentley looked down at his hands. “I also saw one where I was… back with my dad. And I… helped him, uh…” He trailed off, staring intently at the cushions of the loveseat. “And I saw where I was Robin and Tim was Batman.”

Jason didn’t speak, but he had a detective-y look on his face again.

“I just want to make the right choices. To unlock a good one,” Bentley continued with a sigh. “Which is why I need your help.”

Jason leaned forward in his chair. “Kid-“

“It’s not hard. You can say no, I just…” He squeezed the blanket between his fingers. “I want to go visit my father.”

Silence.

“And I want you to take me,”

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moumouton4 · 10 months

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This is me requesting both Iruka×Naruto's big sister and her finding out she's a jinkuriki too please!! I need more big sister love with sweet Naruto!!

It Was About Time || Naruto Uzumaki x sister!reader

Part 1 : I've Got You Now 💫

Also Including : Iruka Umino x Uzumaki!fem!reader ( and Kakashi and Yamato )

A/n : Hiiiiii precious ! I'm so happy to finally post this ! It took me some time but I'm real happy with it so it was worth it ( for me at least 😂 ) I hope you'll like it 🌺

A/n 2 : This one is more based on the action and the growth of her and Iruka's relationship. Though I'm still open to ask about this specific series

Warning : Fluff

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 2394

A lot of time had passed since you'd reunited with your little brother years after your separation. Your h/c hair intertwined with red bangs had grown a lot and well as much as you hated to say that Naruto was now taller than you. To say that a lot had happened since your arrival at Konohagakure would be an understatement. The day he discovered he was the Jinchuriki of Kyubi, his entry into team 7, Orochimaru's attack, the death of the IVth Hokage, Sasuke's departure.

He was eternally grateful to have you by his side in those moments. Admittedly, things were different now, and he had many friends, but the comfort of family was of added value to him.

You still lived in Naruto's little apartment. This in itself didn't bother you, since you weren't really home-loving and were always busy together or on your own, being out and about. On the other hand, you hadn't slept with him for a while. In fact, you lasted 1 month, after which you couldn't stand it any longer when he made you fall out of bed rolling around in his sleep. So you put a second bed in the apartment.

When you say you, you mean you and Iruka. In fact, he was the 1st person you met at Konohagakure, the 1st person to earn your trust. You both feel indebted to each other. You because he trusted you and, thanks to him, you found your long lost brother. And he because you gave his favorite student back his zest for life and now he had peace of mind knowing that Naruto was supported and cared for.

Over time, however, this gratitude turned into something else. Both of you knew that gratitude had nothing to do with meeting up in the evenings after his class, in a restaurant or going for a walk in the cool of the night talking about various subjects. You decide to live the thing quietly without questioning or asking questions about your relationship, it's not like you've already kissed right ?

That's what Iruka was thinking. He didn't want to burden you with his emotions, he knew he was clumsy in this kind of situation. He knew that at some point he was going to screw things up. In addition., Naruto had started a training session. Naruto had started a special training with Kakashi and Yamato and Iruka was sure that your brother needed your attention more than he did.

Little did he know that on each of your "dates" you wondered if he'd have the courage to kiss you. With time, however, you realized that he was shy and reserved, especially in this context, and that for that to happen you'd either have to pray to a lucky star or make the first move yourself.

But for the moment you weren't too concerned about that. You accompanied Naruto to his training session of the day, which he had well like every other day with Kakashi and Yamato. By the way, speaking of Yamato, he was nice but he always made funny faces. He'd stare into your eyes sometimes when you used your chakra. At the time, you didn't really understand why. And every time, Kakashi would appear out of nowhere and tell you not to worry, giving you an apologetic smile. But even his smile left you with a funny feeling in the back of your head ( even Naruto could sense something strange in your aura, which reminded him of his own, but he decided not to worry about it, reassuring himself that you were brother and sister )

In any case, today you had come to attend Naruto's training session. He'd told you he'd made a lot of progress. And you were as eager as he was to show you how. That's how you ended up on the training ground with - you must admit - a grandiose waterfall.

But then things took a completely unexpected turn. To perfect his technique, your brother needed to channel a great, great deal of chakra. He therefore had to borrow some from Kyubi. Except that dealing with so much power had its risks, like losing control. And that's exactly what happened before your stunned eyes. You knew that this situation had apparently happened twice before, once on his first mission with the new Team 7, under Yamato's orders, and again during his training with Jiraiya, on his 3-year journey.

When you saw the face of the fox demon your brother was harboring, you panicked. Little by little, you saw the tails appear, just as the toad hermit had described. You counted one, two, three... seven tails... you were speechless, unable to draw your gaze from his lava-red form. He repelled the assaults of Kakashi and Yamato with the greatest ease, it was disconcerting.

What was equally disconcerting for the two men on the ground was the way you were running straight towards the half-transformed form of Kyubi through Naruto's body. You weren't planning on letting him deal with this alone any time soon. Suddenly you saw one of the tails rise up and run towards you. You put your hands towards your face to protect yourself from the blow, which you were sure was going to be of unparalleled force. And as you waited for the pain to arrive, nothing happened. When you opened your eyes again, your body was surrounded by a glowing aura, which served as a kind of protective shell. What the heck was going on ?!?

Clearly you weren't the only one stunned, for you saw the half-Kyubi half-Naruto in front of you freeze, tilting his head to one side for a brief moment. Yamato's eyes widened as his theory was confirmed before his very eyes. Kakashi smirked and said, "Do you think you could give us a hand, Y/n ?"

Your only response was a confident nod. You were unfazed by what had just happened when you saw the state your brother was in. So you took a breath and resuled your run towards him, hoping to catch him and block him before forcing him to become human again. Or else you'd use the brutal method and knock him out.

With each new step you felt the chakra inside you bubble and warm up, in a way you'd never been able to feel before. Deep inside you heard a voice urging you to confront this creature that was torturing your brother's mind. Suddenly, it was as if the link between you and that inner voice solidified, creating a bridge. You felt as if time had stopped as you stood there in your inner self.

You found yourself face to face with a .... erm orange fox ? lying on a kind of large cushion, its two front paws gently crossed in front of it, its head set on them. As you stared at him, intrigued, he surprised you by opening one eye. He looked at you with his red eye before finally speaking in a deep voice "Finally, it was about time ! I thought you were going to let me sleep here for the rest of your life. Even your brother managed to awaken the part of me he was hosting"

You looked at him with round eyes. Could it be that a part of Kyubi was also locked within you ? Without realizing it, tears welled up in your eyes and you began to pour down your cheeks. Minato, your father hadn't used you as a diversion like you always though. He trusted you with this, the proof being the part of Kyubi that had been sealed inside you. You were so happy he hadn't let you down.

"Hey kid, I don't want to spoil your emotional moment, but I think they need you out there" he told you this time, his voice holding an ounce of friendliness. This part of him seemed far less enraged than the one that was inside Naruto.

"Yes, it's true-" and just like that you snapped out of your trance to realize that only a second had passed in the real world. As you continued to dodge the attacks of those tails to reach him, you thought that maybe those two parts of Kyubi weren't purely identical, and that they both had their own temperament. With the incredible amount of chakra he lent you, you were able to skillfully avoid all the attacks and get closer to your brother's body.

Suddenly, you saw an opening, you screamed gathered your chakra in your fist and you reluctantly struck a blow into his torso. Sending him tumbling into a rock, after blowing up a tree in the process. Yamato ran over to Naruto, who could be seen again the more Kyubi's chakra faded. He wanted to make sure he was all right and that Kyubi wouldn't regain control. Kakashi, for his part, walked casually up to you to congratulate you "Hey Y/n good jo-"

He didn't even have time to finish his sentence before you fainted. He barely had time to run and catch you on his back before you collapsed to the ground. He barely caught you and made sure you were secure on his back before standing up. He quickly ran his hand over your pulse to make sure your heart was still beating, and when he turned around he saw Yamato carrying Naruto on his back in the same way he had. It seemed that the siblings were as out as each other.

. . .

"I came as quickly as I could. Is she all right ?" a worried and breathless voice asked.

"But yes don't worry about that. She's just a little groggy, that's all. She deployed a lot of chakra" replied Kakashi in a relaxed tone. He knew you were going to get through this way easier than anyone thought. You were just like your little brother.

"B-but how did that happen ?" he asked stuttering.

"It would seem that Tenzo's theory about her having some of Kyubi's chakra inside her was well-founded-"

"Huh ?!? So that's what I felt ! I-I have to go see her" he said in a hurried tone.

"Well go on what are you doing here ? Go for it" Kakashi replied, pushing him towards your room.

Iruka, under Kakashi's guidance moved towards the door and after taking a deep breath before turning the handle and gently pushing the door open. He was extremely concerned about your well-being. In fact, when he saw you lying like that in bed, he felt his heart clench. He knew his fears were irrational, for you were a strong kunoichi, but he couldn't help the way his heart was beating at that moment.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you" he mumbled

"Why are you speaking as if I were dead Iruka ?" you said, turning to him. In fact you'd been awake for a long time, you were just staring out of the window. He yelped and jumped back before retracing his steps closer to your hospital bed. He took you carefully in a loving, longing embrace.

"How do you feel ? Are you feeling well ? You're not dizzy ? Or trouble breathing ? Maybe I'm choking you-"

"Hey relax Iruka" you said as you gently placed your hand on his cheek, looking straight into his eyes for comfort "I swear I feel fine"

At that moment he didn't know what got into him. His gaze dropped for a split second to your lips and it was as if he'd just realized that your mouth looked really soft to kiss. He felt unable to resist any longer. His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Can I-" but you cut him off as if you were thinking the same thing he was "Please."

And the red rose to his cheek as he pressed his lips to yours. Expressing all his love for you. The kiss was kinda sloppy because of his lack of experience, but that didn't take away from how good it felt to finally kiss the man you loved.

After a while, when he stepped back, he was out of breath and flushed. In short, adorably flustered. His hand couldn't stop rubbing his other arm as he looked down at the ground. He couldn't get over how good it felt.

"And now Iruka thanks to you I feel even better" you said smiling mischievously, adding a tinge of red to his flustered face.

"You're welcome" he stammered.

"Tell me, would you help me get even better ?" you teased unsure whether or not he'd play along.

"O-of c-course" he said, leaning towards you and pressing his lips to yours. This time his hands went behind your back and he pressed you a little closer to his chest. As you wrapped your arms around his neck. The kiss seemed much more passionate than last time, as if he had improved in such a short time.

You were just giving a series of sweet pecks on his lips when suddenly the door opened "Hey ! Nii-chan how are youUUUUUUUU ?!? Iruka sensei ! What the hell ?!? Are you kissing my sister ?!?" Naruto's voice dripped with surprise as it took on a high-pitched tone.

Poor Iruka jumped back 2 meters from your bed as he heard Naruto's high pitched scream "It's not what you think ? I came to see if everything was all right..." and as if he wasn't convinced himself, he sheepishly added "Okay, that's what you think, but B-but she means a lot to me. And with your approval, I'd like to see her again" he said, leaning in Naruto's direction. He wished he had Naruto's consent too, but he knew full well that even without it he couldn't help being away from you.

Naruto squinted his eyes at his former teacher "It's up to her to make this choice but I'll never be far away so be very careful" he said with a falsely threatening air that was menacing all the same.

Iruka nodded eagerly before turning his attention back to you. You took his hand and nodded towards him, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand "It was about time right ?" you said hearing the part of Kyubi you beared chuckled lightly within you.

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍰🍣 Again my requests are open 🍞🍮

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applesontheground · 11 months

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mirage 🎠

here go the first of my three vignettes for my fave horror protags of 2022, the haywoods + their adopted mentally unstable retail worker (angel).

first up is my fuckin cowboy... ❤

SFW | Word Count: 832 | OJ Haywood x GN Reader 🎼: x (OF COURSE I HAVE A NOPE PLAYLIST THIS MOVIE STILL STICKS TO MY BRAIN-)

You considered the fact that there were many people before you who spent too much time alone out in somewhere so arid and so silent and would start seeing things after awhile.

...Hearing things, though?

You stared at the sky for another long pause, hands still on the fence that kept your boyfriend's horses secured as you tried to catch that noise again. It wasn't an animal kind of screaming, one that mountain lions or even strange birds would be so close to calling. Nothing like an imitation.

It was a person, a person who was experiencing a deep sense of danger. How the hell it sounded as though it came spiraling from the sky, you weren't sure. That's what was making your slog around in your usual chores come to a halt in the first place to hear it again.

"[Y/N]." Speaking of your boyfriend, you heard the mellow hum from the other side of the pen, "[Guy/girl], you good?" When you didn't answer yet, raising a hand to quiet him as you kept listening, you then realized you were being silly.

Your eyes fell to your shoes, and you huffed, “J, you’d tell me if I was crazy, right?” From the other side of the fence, he mumbled, “Mm hm.”

You turned to him, and clarified, “OJ, really. I’m not the only one hearing shit, right?” His eyes cast over to you, chin settled on one arm as he merely let that question sit in the air. Your eyes slid from his, combing through your mind one last time before he finally replied, “No, [Y/N]. Sometimes I hear it, too. Sounds too much like us to be any animal.”

He then mosied over, minding the pacing horses to stand next to you from the other side of the gate. You slid across the hot surface that had been baking in the sun, settling your shoulder against the part of his arm that was now leaning over it. He was stock still as you looked at the sky with him and you murmured, “Is it the wind? We don’t get any animals this far out that can mimic like that, right?”

He hummed again, but then gently nodded with his head to the blemish almost straight ahead of the two of you in the plain horizon, fairly visible from where you two stood at the edge of the first corral by the house out at the Haywood Ranch. OJ commented, “Think it’s that rodeo show he puts on. All that alien shit, maybe it's some kind of special effect.”

You caught the circle of tall lightposts out in the dust, the two of you watching now in a stale silence. It wasn’t the usual peace that OJ and you would share, sometimes for hours on end (which drove his sister Emerald crazy whenever she found the time to visit the two of you), but more like a heavy rock settled in your stomach that came from knowing what that neighboring park represented.

The owner had been making deals even before OJ had taken over his family business with Em and it was still their father in charge. He knew he had the prices to not only push the Haywoods off this part of the land that they had lived on for so long, but also take their family's horses with it. You didn’t even know the guy’s name, but according to Em he had been a child star trying to chase after the glory, the money…whatever it was he had lost back then.

It still made you desolate at times to realize Otis had never gotten to be your father in law. A freak accident had happened only a few months ago, and you were only left with word of mouth from the paramedics who had tried to save him, and the consolation that you could muster as someone just as wordless as your boyfriend, especially in grief. You assured yourself that it was more because you and OJ were in no hurry to take your relationship to something more serious, even without his father here now.

OJ’s hand moved from the fence, sliding back to the top of it to go around your shoulder, still mute as he put his arm around the back of your neck. You slid even closer, gently knocking your head next to his, like it’d help you know what he was thinking.

“I’ll do whatever I can to keep you from selling those horses.” You sighed, “I don’t know how, but I want them to stay here with you. With Em, with the family.” You expected no answer, but he finally spoke just above that hum again.

“Hm-hm. You know I'm a firm believer in the real being real." He shook his head, making your own nudge slightly as you smiled to him, "It's not always recognized right away, but when time comes. I'm sure."

You hummed at that.

"I like that idea."

#oj haywood x reader #final boy x reader #✏️#🎠

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sentientgolfball · 9 months

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Dew’s Turn pt.2

Part one

Tags: Era 3 ghouls, elemental transition angst, mentions of newly summoned Era 4 ghouls, polyghouls my beloved, hurt/kinda comfort?

Word count: 5797

Summary: Dew survived his transition but at what cost? Which price is higher, his companion or his mind?

Dew slowly blinked open his eyes.

He was on his back, staring up at the sky. It was a pretty pink color. He smiled when he saw the shining light of Venus peaking through the scattered wisps of clouds. He sighed contentedly before closing his eyes again, happy to sleep under the stars.

Wait.

The realization crashed into him as he snapped his eyes back open. He sat up quickly causing ash to fall off in clumps around his body. He looked around frantically, making sure that this was Earth, and more importantly that he was actually alive. He had half expected to see that he was back in Hell or some other strange type of afterlife, but when he saw the looming shadow of the Ministry in the distance he knew he was still there. A smile started to creep onto his face before he began to laugh maniacally.

“I did it! I fucking did it!” He jumped up from the remains of the pyre ready to bolt to the Ministry to go find his pack. He immediately realized that was a mistake when his legs gave out and he fell backwards right back into the ash pile. He didn’t care though, he just laid there giggling to himself watching ash float through the air.

“I’m the first ghoul to change elements,” He laughed to himself. He lifted his hands in front of his face to inspect them. He stared in awe at the way his forearms were now burnt black. He ran his hands over his arms where his fins once were; all that remained now were small, sharp ridges. Once he was done inspecting his arms he moved onto the rest of his body. He was mesmerized by the way his skin felt leathery. Like Ifrit. He grinned at the thought. His face fell slightly when he ran his hands over where his gills once were on his neck and abdomen.

He sat up slowly this time to take a look. The gills were sealed shut, the only evidence of their existence being dark markings. The sight of his sealed gills made his chest feel tight. He took a few deep inhales suddenly feeling like he needed more air. That’s when he had a second realization. His skin. It was no longer a deep blue-gray color, but rather a desaturated copper. He was astonished by the way it practically glowed in the fading twilight.

He smiled as he slowly dragged his hands back up his body. He traced the now fire symbol that was on his chest. It felt unnaturally warm when he touched it. Now that he thought about it, the rest of him felt unbelievably warm and, oh, he loved the feeling of it. The cold always got to him so easily as a water ghoul. He stopped touching the mark when it started to feel more like a burn.

He continued his exploration to his head. He sighed with relief when he felt his hair. He grinned as he ran his fingers through it, way too happy that it retained its length. From what he could tell by the ends, it was no longer a stark white but rather a pale golden color. His hands stopped dead in their tracks when he brushed his horns. He sucked in a breath and carefully touched them. His right horn had broken. There was only about half of it left.

He took a moment to let it sink in before he laughed again. He really couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He couldn’t care less about his missing horn or his leathery skin; he was just happy to be alive.

It was then that he realized the sun had gone completely below the horizon. He slowly pushed himself up and started to walk to the Ministry. He felt wobbly on his legs, off balance. He hadn’t noticed until that moment that his tail was much thinner. Along with that, the fin at the end of his tail seemed to have melted into a strange spade shape. It took him a moment to get used to the new weight, but once he did he started running. He had so much energy, like he was a kit again, like he was going to burst if he couldn’t get it out. He only stopped running when he smelled something. He turned around and realized he had left a trail of singed footsteps behind him “Oh shit.” He used his hands to try to snuff the embers the best he could, however, that seemed to only make it worse.

He whipped his head around when he heard a gasp and a crash from behind him. There stood a Sibling of Sin, trying and failing to avert their gaze from Dew.

He smiled and stood up, “Can I borrow one of those?” He gestures to the various sheets that had fallen out of the basket they dropped.

“Knock yourself out,” The Sibling squeaked out.

He took one and used it to pat out the smoldering grass. He smiled in satisfaction before handing it back to them. They quickly shook their head, “Uhh, I think you should keep that.”

Dew tilted his head in confusion for a moment before his eyebrows shot up in understanding when he noticed the way the Sibling was staring. He was naked. Very naked. He quickly wrapped the sheet around his wait and muttered an apology. Normally he wasn’t so modest, but the feeling of eyes on his new body suddenly made him shrink. He brushed off the feeling with a shake of his head and smiled again.

“Can you take me to Omega?”

“Uhh…Yeah. Yeah, no problem. Gives me an excuse to get out of laundry duty.”

The Sibling scooped the dropped sheets up and into the basket.

Dew followed closely the excitement of seeing his ghouls growing the longer the two walked. They stopped outside of the infirmary.

“He’s in here, but I should probably tell y—“

He didn’t hear what the Sibling said as he burst through the door, “Omega! Look who’s back from the dead!”

He started to pop his head into each room with a lopsided grin on his face.

“Dewdrop?”

He whipped around with a little ‘mmrr’ and saw a silver mask staring at him from the last room’s doorway. He called out Omega’s name as he practically pounced on him

“I’m back! I’m here! We… I did it.” He smiled up at Omega, unable to control the way his tail twitched. The large quintessence ghoul brought a hand to hold Dew’s face.

“Dewdrop,” His voice was mixed with disbelief, relief, and awe, but there was something else under it all. Dew sniffed the air and narrowed his eyes. He had to focus for a moment to decipher the scent. His sense of smell wasn’t as strong as it was, but when he realized what he was smelling was grief his eyes widened. That’s when the second scent hit him. Ifrit. His eyes flicked up to Omega’s, but it was impossible to read him with the mask on. He tried to crane his neck to see through the door, standing on the tips of his toes to try to peek around Omega.

“Don’t.”

He put his hands on Dew’s shoulders to stop him.

“Omega, who’s in there?” He started to feel a heat rise in him.

“That’s not important.”

He squeezed Dew’s shoulders harder before he had to let go with a hiss. He took the opportunity to dive under Omega’s arm and into the room. Smoked rolled off him as he did so.

He felt another spike of heat in his body when he saw Ifrit in the bed, drowning in various blankets.

Unconscious.

He looked pale. His breathing was barely noticeable. Dew felt like he was smoldering as he whipped around to face Omega.

“Not important? Not important! Why wouldn’t he be important?!” The heat was so intense now, it made Omega flinch slightly

“What happened to him?! Who did this to him, was it Imperator?” He growled when Omega didn’t respond immediately, “Satan fucking dammit, answer me!”

“You’re melting the floor.”

“What?” He sounded genuinely confused.

Omega nodded down to his feet. Dew followed his eyes and saw that he was right, the floor under his feet was starting to melt. The ends of the sheet he had been wearing were singed as well. He gasped and felt the heat immediately disappear. He looked back up at Omega with big eyes.

“Mega, I-I’m sorry I didn’t realize,” He turned back towards Ifrit, “Please… What happened to him?” Omega came up behind him and experimentally reached a hand out to him before pulling him into his side.

“He made sure you survived.”

“What?”

“He spent all day pouring his fire into you. He didn’t stop. Not even when Mountain tried to pull him away. We found him passed out when we went to check on you both. That was about fifteen minutes ago.”

Dew was rigid next to Omega. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Ifrit’s body. He used up his flame on me?

“Will he be okay?” His voice was sharper than he intended.

He sighed, “I don’t know. Aether and I will be taking shifts trying to wake him, in the meantime all we can do is try to keep him warm.”

Dew huffed and pushed out of Omega’s grip and jumped rather unceremoniously into the bed.

“Dew what are—”

“You said to keep him warm right? It’s not like I can burn him.”

Omega stared for a moment before nodding. Dew curled close to Ifirt and hissed when he felt just how cold he was. Omega sat in the chair next to the bed and got back to using his quintessence to find the string that would bring Ifrit back to the world.

There in the bed, Dew finally started to feel the repercussions of his transition into fire. His joints were aching. He felt like he was starving. He didn’t know if the headache he felt creeping in was because of that or because of his horn. He felt his eyes start to droop when he heard Omega get out of the chair.

The last thing he heard before closing his eyes was, “You look gorgeous, Dewdrop.”

~~~

He groaned when he felt something sharp poke him. He waved his hand and turned over in bed. He only opened his eyes when he felt it poke him again with a bit more force. Mountain was looking down at him with the softest smile Dew had ever seen on the earth ghoul. There was a sheen of tears in his eyes.

“Hey droplet.”

Dew reached a shaky hand out to Mountain, who quickly took it and squeezed.

“Hey Mount,” He smiled and yawned. He stretched and froze when he remembered where he was. He shifted to look at Ifrit, hoping he’d be met with his burning eyes. He sighed when he saw there was no change.

“I’m tryin’ my best, Dewy,” His ears perked up when he heard Aether’s voice. He looked over to see he had taken the spot where Omega was seated before he fell asleep. He looked between the two bigger ghouls with a growing smile.

“I…both of you…” He fumbled for the words before deciding it would be easier to just show them. He squeezed Mountain’s hand harder before pressing a kiss to it causing a low purr to kick up in his chest. He tried to reach over to Aether, but he shook his head lightly.

“Can’t. Gotta focus for him.”

Dew’s ears drooped for a moment before he felt Mountain’s gigantic hands run through his hair. He leaned into the touch with a soft purr. He scratched his scalp lightly.

“Hey Mount, don’t you owe me an explanation?” Dew purred.

He tilted his head before a look of realization crossed his face, “You really wanna hear about the trees?”

“Just wanna hear your voice,” He mumbled.

Mountain laughed before he began to go on a tangent about the specifics as to why he chose the different types of wood for the ritual. Dew was only half paying attention, not because he wasn’t interested, but rather because the rhythmic roll of Mountain’s hand through his hair combined with his new higher body temperature was lulling him to sleep. After a while, he felt the earth ghoul’s hand stop.

“Are you paying attention, Dewy?”

“Yeah, yeah, something about rebirth,” His eyes were closed as he mumbled his response.

Aether slapped his hands on his knees before standing with a stretch, “That’s all I’m able to do for the night,” He looked between Mountain and Dew “Dinner?”

Mountain nodded and got up and started following him, but stopped when he realized Dew hadn’t moved.

Aether followed his eyes, “Dew? You coming?”

He shook his head. He wanted to, but he couldn’t leave Ifrit. Not when he may be the only thing to bring his flame back. Mountain and Aether looked between each other.

“Do you want us to bring you something?” The earth ghoul offered. Dew nodded, curling close to Ifrit.

The two ghouls returned after some time with a tray of food for Dew. He immediately perked up from where he was falling in and out of sleep on top of Ifrit at the scent. He sat up carefully and stared at the tray put before him. Suddenly, he remembered just how hungry he was. He dove into the plates of various meats and vegetables practically swallowing everything whole. Aether had to remind him to actually chew his food when he choked on some potatoes. Even after he finished the whole tray, he still felt this hunger deep within him. He ignored it, though, in favor of letting Aether come over to pick him up. He pressed a kiss into his hair, “I still can’t believe you came back to us.”

“‘Course I did,” Dew murmured into his shoulder, “You’d all be lost and sad without me.”

Aether responded by burying his face in his hair and inhaling his scent. Cinnamon, he mused to himself.

The two stayed like that for a while, with Mountain occasionally coming over to run a hand over Dew’s head when he wasn’t busy with using various herbs to try and rouse Ifrit. Aether chuckled to himself when he realized Dew was practically passed out in his arms. He began to leave the room with the intention of carrying him back to the den. When Dew realized this, he began to freak out causing the heat in him to rise so quickly it made him feel sick. Aether hissed and dropped Dew on instinct to get away from the burning temperature. Dew fumbled his way as quickly as he could back into the bed with Ifrit’s body. He shook his head rapidly trying to clear his vision from the haze that came with his flare up.

Mountain was next to Aether, making sure he wasn’t actually burned by Dew. Aether pushed him off insisting he was fine before approaching the bed. Dew hissed as he approached with smoke pouring out of his mouth. Aether stopped immediately with his hands held up. Dew gasped when he saw the expression on Aether’s face and the heat immediately dissolved.

“Aeth, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I can’t leave.”

He felt sick. From the rapid spike of his new element to the idea that he actually hurt one of his packmates.

Aether’s expression softened.

“Okay,” Was all he said. He could sense the determination steaming within Dew. He knew it would be fruitless to try and persuade him to leave, that there was not much even he could do for Ifrit let alone Dew. It’s not like much harm could come from letting him share a bed with Ifrit, it was probably better to keep him in one area while he got used to his fire anyways. Mountain looked like he was going to protest, but Aether just put a gentle hand on his shoulder. The earth ghoul looked at him and understood. He sighed and gave Dew a kiss on the forehead.

“Try not to light the bed on fire.”

Mountain lingered for just a moment before turning to leave. Aether watched him go before sighing. It was getting late, even for him.

“I’ll bring you some clothes on my next shift. Omega will be here soon.”

“Are you afraid of me?”

Aether looked taken aback “Why would I be afraid of you, droplet?”

Cause I almost burnt you. Cause I can’t control myself. Cause I’m an abomination. His heart dropped at the last thought. That’s not true… Was it? I’m still me. He shook his head rapidly as if doing so would clear everything from his head.

“No reason. Forget I asked.”

He couldn’t understand why he suddenly felt this way. Aether looked at him for a long moment before leaving a gentle kiss on Dew’s lips, “Get some rest… Little firecracker.”

Dew smiled. He liked the sound of that. He watched as Aether left, he felt his face fall the moment the door to the room was closed behind him. He curled on top of Ifrit and whispered to him “Come on Frit, wake up. I can’t do this without you. You promised.”

He stared at him half expecting his eyes to fly open now that they were alone. He sighed and rested his head on his chest when nothing happened. Dew fell into an uneasy sleep, pressed close to Ifrit.

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True to his own word, Dew did not leave Ifrit’s side. He stayed wrapped around him for almost a week with Aether and Omega going back and forth trying to wake him. They would bring Dew clean clothes and food and occasionally coax him out of the bed to examine him making sure his body was holding up with the transition. Dew would spend his time talking to Ifrit with the hope that he could hear him. He had also been given a few candles to practice his fire magic on after Omega had walked in on Dew trying and failing at putting out a small fire he accidentally started when moving the flowers Mountain brought.

He got comfortable in this routine. That was until he woke up from the deepest sleep he’s had in awhile. He immediately knew something was wrong upon waking up.

The bed is empty. Why is the bed empty?!

He jumped up, eyes frantically searching the room expecting Ifrit to be standing or sitting somewhere. When he realized there was nothing, he sprinted out of the infirmary. He ran all the way to the ghoul den. Thankfully there was no one in the common area as he burst through the doors. Too early for any ghouls to be awake. He ran through the hallways until he was outside of Ifrit’s room. He paused, sucking in air and stared at the door.

Should I knock? Oh fuck it.

He slammed the door open and the sight before him felt worse than dying. The room was empty. No, not empty. It was barren. Not only was Ifrit nowhere to be seen, but all his things were gone. The room looked as if no one had ever even lived in it.

“Dewdrop.”

He whipped around and saw no other than Omega in the doorway with Aether, Mountain, and Mist hanging in the hallway behind him.

“Where is he?” He could feel himself start to simmer. He took a deep breath trying to control it.

“Omega, where is he?” He couldn’t read anything with that damned silver mask.

“I’m sorry, Dewdrop,” He sounded genuinely remorseful walking slightly closer to the little fire ghoul, “He’s gone.”

Gone.

He refused to believe it.

“You’re lying. He’s not gone. He was fine! He just needed to wake up!”

He was babbling, trying to rationalize, but his mind was blanking.

“He’s not lying, Dew. Ifrit is gone.” He stared slack jawed at Mist. Her gaze was hard. He’d never seen her look like that in the entire time he’d known her. Dew sat down hard on the edge of the bare bed in the middle of the room.

“What happened to him? I was there the whole time.”

Omega approached and crouched in front of him to put a hand on his shoulder.

“We…I had to send him back to the Pits. His flame was gone, Dewdrop. If he stayed up here any longer he would’ve died.”

He wasn’t sure if he should feel relieved or not. On one hand he wasn’t dead, but on the other there was no way to guarantee that any of them would ever see him again. The heat was bleeding out of Dew now, but Omega didn’t remove his hand. Dew felt a small spark before he felt the heat die down within him. His mind felt calm, clear. He relished the feeling for a moment before he realized something.

“Omega… I was in that bed this whole time. How did you send him back?”

Dew actually felt him tense. He narrowed his eyes at him and slapped his hand off his shoulder.

“Omega?”

“Please forgive me, Dewdrop.”

Dew had a sick feeling. It was no coincidence that that night had been the deepest sleep he’s ever had.

“You didn’t. Tell me you didn’t.” His voice started to raise and it was laced with accusation. When Omega didn’t react Dew had all the confirmation he needed. His eyes glowed like embers smoke rolling off of him.

“Why did you do it?! I deserved to be there! I deserved to see him one last time!”

He would’ve been crying if it wasn’t for how hot he was starting to run.

“Because he asked me to.”

“What?”

“You really think I wanted to send him back? That I would’ve used my quintessence like that? No. It’s because he asked me to.”

Dew started at Omega with narrowed eyes. He couldn’t understand what he meant.

Ifrit woke up? Why didn’t he want to see him?

Omega could see the questions bubbling behind Dew’s eyes so he indulged him.

“He woke up on his own. He told me he felt empty, that all he wanted to do was go back. He told me not to wake you because if I did he knew he would’ve lost his resolve.”

Dew felt too many emotions and thoughts running through his head. He couldn’t understand what any of it meant.

“He… Asked me to give you this.” In Omega’s hand was the silver grucifix necklace. Seeing it in his claws made something inside Dew snap. He felt the reality of what he was being told. In a moment of grief and anger Dew growled and swiped at Omega’s face with his claws

“Don’t touch that!”

Omega grunted as his mask was knocked off his face. He reached a hand up quickly causing him to drop the necklace. The moment it hit the floor the sound brought Dew back into himself. His hand quickly shot to cover his mouth.

“Omega, I'm sorry.”

The other ghouls had run into the room when they saw what happened. Omega shooed them off with a wave of his hand

“I’m fine. Dewdrop I—“

Everything stopped when they heard a creek of the wooden floorboards. Omega quickly put his mask back on and stood looking behind him. In the doorway stood a rather nervous looking Sibling.

“Pardon the intrusion I…was told to come get Omega when the last of the new ghouls were summoned.”

Dew choked on air.

“New ghouls?”

Omega nodded, ignoring Dew “Thank you Sibling. We’ll be right there.”

Omega clenched his fists and flexed his claws a few times before leaving the room, expecting the other ghouls to follow him.

Dew turned to the others, searching for an answer, “What do they mean other ghouls?”

“They wanted to start fresh, remember?” Mist’s voice was quiet and laced with venom when she responded.

She turned to look at him, “Get your fire under control. You’re their lead now.”

She didn’t wait for a response as she stalked out of the room. That comment made his blood run cold. She was right. Now that Ifrit was gone, now that he held the power of fire he was meant to be the leader. His hands shook as he reached down to grab the necklace and put it on. As he did this, the last words he heard from Ifrit rang through his head.

“Be their light, Dewdrop.”

He walked silently out of the room, with Mountain and Aether quickly following behind him. They tried talking to him as they made their way to the summoning room, but he didn’t hear them. He was stuck in his own head, thinking too hard about everything that had happened in the past week, the past hour. He wasn’t himself anymore. He constantly snapped when things seemed to not go his way. He hurt Omega. He felt like there was someone else in his head and body. How was he supposed to take care of a whole pack when he could barely take care of himself? When he couldn’t even take care of Ifrit when he actually needed him. He had to fight to keep his heat and smoke inside as they entered the summoning room.

Dew focused on keeping his face even as he watched Mountain and Aether go to greet the newest members of the pack. He couldn’t bring himself to go over and talk.

What’s the point, He thought, When they could be replaced on a whim?

He made a face and shook his head, trying to clear the thought. He hadn't noticed that one of the new ghouls was approaching him until he was standing right in front of him.

“Trouble in paradise?” A deep voice asked him lightheartedly.

His eyes snapped up to meet the ghoul’s. There was a wide grin on his stubbled face. He was dressed in the ceremonial robes all new ghouls got when first summoned.

“Excuse me?” He asked sharply, bewildered as to why this ghoul approached him only to tease him.

His grin fell only slightly.

“Nothin’. You seemed… Oh, what’s the word humans use? Sad? Angry? Is there a word for sad and angry?”

Dew huffed with indignation, “I am not sad or angry.”

“Oh, so you’re broody!” The ghoul seemed proud of his word choice.

He felt his cheeks flush, “Broody? I’m not— ugh,” he signed, “What do I call you? Other than annoying.”

“Swiss Army ghoul,” He stuck out his hand. Dew looked down at it and then back up at him. The ghoul coughed and brought his hand back to his side when Dew didn’t take it. The fire ghoul raised an eyebrow.

“Okay. Swiss. Who’s idea was that?” He said it more to himself, but Swiss answered anyways.

“His,” He tilted his head in the direction of a man in a red cassock who seemed to be attempting to teach two air ghoulettes what a handshake was. Dew’s eyebrows furrowed in a moment of confusion

The Cardinal? Shouldn’t Terzo be the one here?

He was about to make a comment when his eyes fell on the last of the new ghouls.

“Multi.”

“Swiss Army ghoul.”

“Swiss. Who is that?”

He followed the direction he was looking

“Oh the water ghoul? I think they called him Rain. He’s hot right?”

Dew was feeling hot but for all the wrong reasons. He looked at that water ghoul and all he saw was what he once was. He felt the smoke start to release from his skin at the sight of him smiling at Mountain and Aether. He had to get away from him. He turned and left the summoning room with a slam of the door, ignoring the questions from Swiss.

Why in Satan’s name did they summon another water ghoul? Wasn’t Mist enough? Wasn’t I enough before they mutilated me?

He stormed his way back to the ghoul den, locking himself in his room once he arrived. His fire was rising too fast for his body to keep up. He tried to release some of the energy by lighting all the candles in his room in one go but he still felt too hot. He clutched the grucifix necklace and tried to take deep breaths, and do what Aether showed him. He began to look around his room, trying to get the look of that water ghoul out of his head. He began to search the Polaroids he had started to tape to his walls. His temperature started to even out as he gazed at the various pictures of the pack on his very first tour. He smiled as each picture made him remember stupid little details of each location. He walked over to the wall to get a better look at them. His eyes continued to search before they fell on one in particular.

It was a group photo. Ifrit had his arm around Zephyr’s shoulder pulling him into frame. Mountain and Aether were crouched in front, each had a hand on Dew who was squished in between them.

Dewdrop felt a heat so intense it was almost cold. In that moment seeing all that had been ripped away from him in such a short time his flame engulfed him. He screamed as he clawed all the pictures off the wall. The images became distorted with the proximity to his heat, which only seemed to anger Dew more. He couldn’t keep it all in anymore, he couldn’t keep extinguishing the fire. He didn’t know what he was doing anymore as he tore apart his room in a fit of rage and mourning. He only stopped when he realized he had singed the rug underfoot. He had just enough control left in him to understand that he needed to cool off before he burnt half the Ministry to the ground, but he didn’t know what to do. The fire constantly felt like too much for him; he didn't know how to make it stop when it got started. He desperately wished Ifrit was there with him to show him how.

The only thing he could think to do was what worked before. He stomped off to the bathroom that was connected to his room with the intention of sitting under the shower until he felt better. He flicked on the light and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his reflection. It was only then that it occurred to him that not once had he seen himself since the transition. He wished he hadn’t. All he saw staring back at him was a ghoul he didn’t recognize. All he saw were Ifrit’s eyes.

He didn’t remember what happened after that. The next thing he knew, Aether was crouched over him gently holding his hand, simultaneously picking glass out of it and using his quintessence to stop the bleeding. Mountain was shuffling around his room trying his best to clean everything up. He looked up from where he was laying next to the tub and saw his mirror was shattered. He turned his attention back to Aether when he heard him speak.

“Where’s your head at, Dew?”

“Aether? What happened?”

The quintessence ghoul pressed a kiss to his hand when he pulled the last of the glass out and all the bleeding stopped.

“I’m wondering the same thing, Droplet. Mount and I came looking for you when we heard you leave. We found you trying to hide in the bathtub. It was like you didn’t recognize us… You—” He stopped himself.

“I what, Aeth..?” He urged as softly as he could, but there was still a sharpness to it.

“You… Attacked Mountain.” Dew’s eyes went wide.

“Don’t panic! It wasn’t bad! And I was able to heal him!”

At that, Mountain popped his head into the bathroom and smiled down at Dew.

“Well most of me.” There was a noticeable notch in his right ear. He crouched in front of Dew, who tried to back away, but Mountain took his other hand in his. He guided it up to his face.

“I don’t know what’s going on in your head, Dewy, but it doesn’t make us love you any less.”

He tried to pull away, afraid that he would somehow hurt him again. Mountain only wrapped his tail around his leg.

“I’m not going anywhere. Neither of us are. Nothing you do is going to change that.”

Aether pressed another kiss to his hand.

“I’m sorry for not seeing it sooner. I should’ve known. I should’ve felt it.”

Dew shook his head, “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I… I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what I’m feeling. I just want everything to be how it was.”

Even he could hear the shake in his voice.

Mountain moved closer to press a kiss to his cheek. “I know, but no matter what we do it’s not going to be the same,” He paused to clear his throat, “But it can be just as good. Different, but good. We just have to try.”

Dew gazed at him for a moment before slumping into his chest with a whine.

“Can I try tomorrow?” He mumbled into him. There was a moment of silence before both Aether and Mountain chuckled.

The earth ghoul stood, scooping up Dew as he did so.

“Sure, Dewy. Tomorrow it is.”

He carried him to his bed as Aether cleaned up the rest of the bathroom. When he was done, he locked the door before curling on the opposite side of him. Dew felt calm with the weight of the two large ghouls sandwiching him in. The three decided their daily chores weren’t as important as laying in bed together, having a much needed talk about everything that’s happened in the last two weeks and fantasizing about what this new era will hold. They all made a promise, though, that when one of them was feeling like it was all too much they’d all stop whatever it is they had been doing and do exactly what they were doing now. Talking, just existing in one another’s presence. Reminding each other that not everything has fallen apart.

Dew couldn’t be more grateful for how patient and persistent the two others were, how forgiving. Whatever he was going through wouldn’t be cured by a cuddle session, but it helped a lot more than he’d ever admit. He murmured his appreciation to them before falling asleep, exhausted by the massive surge of energy. He felt safe closing his eyes, knowing that if anything happened, Mountain and Aether would be right there. Always.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #omega ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #era 3 ghouls #hurt/comfort #golfball writes

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9 | A Second Thought with the Explosion Hero

Pairing: Various MHA x Fem!Reader

Dear Departure

"I'll find him, it's not a big deal," Bakugou waves off Ojiro and Koda as they try to reassure him.

"Bakugou, please, let us help," Ojiro pleads, but Bakugou ignores him. This isn't even that big of a room, how is it possible that he keeps missing the only bright-red-haired student in here?

Just then, Bakugou's eyes catch onto a moving target. Mina, who is running as if she is escaping from prison, rushes right past him. Bakugou quickly follows, not quite sure why but something tells him that he needs to.

He doesn't quite catch up with her until he sees her standing before Kirishima. Bakugou gulps, not wanting to witness his confession. But, despite himself, he stays hidden in the crowd.

"Kirishima, can we talk?"

"Sure, Mina," he smiles, though he looks more concerned than happy.

As the two of them walk a bit further away from Bakugou, he loses the ability to hear what they're saying. He does try to move closer, but the annoying sea of people prevents him from doing so. Instead, he decides it might be better not to hear them.

Time seems to pass slowly as he watches the two of them talk. Part of his brain comes up with a conversation that he thinks he can hear based on reading Kirishima's lips, but it's not easy. Kaminari pissed him off so much before that he feels like his brain is fuzzy. That idiot must've shocked him or something.

Finally, Mina wraps her arms around Kirishima. Bakugou's heart sinks as Kirishima allows her to kiss him squarely on the lips. The two of them laugh, and Kirishima takes her hand, leading her out of the room.

"Fucking great," Bakugou grumbles as he finally decides to leave this stupid party.

As soon as he steps outside, the cool night air hits his face and he breathes a sigh of relief. He had forgotten how hot it was in there. But, the peace and quiet of the outside makes him feel a lot more comfortable.

He decides to walk around a bit. His eyes drift up towards the sky, which is a dark navy blue. He can see the stars sparkling faintly. As he admires them, a thought enters his mind.

"Isn't it incredible, Katsuki?" Y/N's soft voice resonates in his mind. It wasn't real, but he feels drawn back to a time when they were in love. "Look at all those stars, each one a shimmering piece of the universe. And yet, here we are, under the same night sky, together."

Bakugou always hated how her words sounded like poetry. She could soothe him out of anything so easily, and he hated it. Or rather, he hated that he loved it.

He continues walking, his shoes crunching the gravel beneath his feet. He can still hear her voice whispering sweet nothings in his ear. He can still remember her touch, her kiss, her warmth. She had such a strange way of making him feel safe, and he had been too stubborn to let it continue.

"I hate you," he had told her once.

"That's okay," she had replied with a smile, putting her hand on his cheek. "I love you."

"Ugh," Bakugou growls as he kicks a rock and it goes flying. Why can't he just get her out of his head? It's over, isn't it?

Sick of thinking of her, he decides to sit on a nearby bench and wallow in self-pity instead. He shouldn't've ended things with her. Especially not the way he did. He was so mean for no reason. He had no reason to say all of those things. He knew how much they hurt her. But he had to, didn't he?

But then there was Kirishima, the person he'd trusted most from his first day at U.A. whether he'd like to admit it or not. If he hadn't been so dense, if he'd only realized what was going on, he wouldn't have broken up with her. But then again, maybe he would've.

It wasn't worth thinking about anymore. Kirishima's off somewhere with Mina right now while Bakugou's stuck outside alone. He had pushed everyone away, just like his friends told him he would do if he didn't let them help.

"Katsuki," she had hummed one morning after the two of them had spent the night together in Bakugou's dorm, "You know how much you mean to me, right?"

"What are you-"

"And you know that I'll always love you, no matter what happens," she had continued, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Stop, it's too early for this," he had complained, burying his head in the crook of her neck and holding her tighter.

"But I'm being serious," she giggles at the sensation of his skin rubbing against hers.

"So am I," he mutters.

"Katsuki, if something happened to you, I would-"

"I know," he says, rolling his eyes and sitting up to look down at her. "I'd do the same. But nothing's going to happen, so just shut up and kiss me."

She laughs and pulls him back down on top of her. He kisses her and the rest of the world seems to fade away. She was his. He was hers. Nothing could ever change that.

But then, a few months later, they were nothing. Just a memory, and Bakugou didn't know how to handle that.

"I wouldn't be able to live if something happened to you," he suddenly whispers to himself, looking down at his hands in his lap. Well, at least this is the last night he'll ever have to see any one of these people ever again.

"You're so fucking stupid," he sighs as he stands up and stretches his arms. It's been a long night and he's ready to go to bed.

Dear Departure

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rikastrology · 1 year

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dhanishta + spencer (2021)

spoiler warning! (and tw for mentions of EDs)

nakshatras as movies i love

Charismatic and charming, these individuals are often born with an innate sense of physical or emotional rhythm and can make excellent dancers, choreographers, or athletes. However, this gift can present in other ways, such as Marilyn Monroe's (dhanishta moon) talent for micro-expressions and angle positioning while on camera.

Just so, Dhanishtas often see the world as a choreographed dance, with correct moves and incorrect moves. Strangely, the world expects them to be choreographed as well. They're often belittled for having a foot out of place or a wrong opinion. It's common for the Capricorn and Aquarius placements to struggle under this pressure, wondering if being genuinely themselves will ever be a possibility.

Marilyn Monroe and Princess Diana both share Dhanishta Moons and cults of personality. The strange thing about fame is that people forget just how crushing and alienating it can be for those in the limelight. Although both celebrities are now remembered fondly, the sheer amount of hate mail, bad press, and vitriol both women received in life was astounding. Dhanishtas (especially femme-presenting natives) are often stuck in a madonna-whore dichotomy, either elevated to a pedestal or thrust into a pit of snakes. Being seen as charismatic by the outside world does not protect you from insecurity, and these natives are often self-conscious and suffer from imposter syndrome.

Notably, the nakshatra is known for having bad marital karma, especially with their first marriage or if they have gotten married early. They often marry people that expect them to keep playing an act, who get upset when they realize the Dhanishta is a living person with flaws and opinions. However, these natives (especially those with moon+venus+7h placements) often find love with a later marriage or if they've waited until they're older to marry.

Nevertheless, the Moon-ruled star often has a fiery temper and tend to be Papa Wolves or Mama Bears, being very protective of their children. Being so tossed around in life, they often just want their children to be healthy and happy.

It has to be said that this nakshatra is known to be comfort eaters, at worst having an unhealthy relationship with food or even developing an eating disorder. This is especially true for femme natives, wherein they begin to see food as an escape, either withholding it from themselves out of shame, indulging excessively, or the latter alongside periods of purging. In our modern society, weight and food is just another societally-controlled measure, which can lead to disordered eating cycles. Hence, this is not true for all Dhanistas, and is just another presentation of the placement's reaction to social anxiety and pressure.

#jackie o is another amazing example of a dhanistha placement!! very charming and idolized but also was very shy and withdrawn in private #astrology #astro #vedic #dhanishta #dhanistha #capricorn #aquarius #nakshatras #nakshatraboxd #spencer #kristen stewart #pablo larrain

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casperghosty · 1 year

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Puppet History S5E1- Analysis and theories

Everything about The Professor is so very confusing. We know he got eaten and possibly turned into a dinosaur (we see him hatch from an egg in the trailer) but now he is alive and well....

Or is he ??!

The first strange thing about him that I've realized is his color: on the left it's him from the s1e1 on the right it's him in the new episode.

Maybe it's just diffrent lightning, but his furr looks pale and over all weird.

the more prominent things that show he is not the real professor, or that something strange is happening to him is his glitching and demonc voices

I also just realized, DID HE JUST GIGGLE??! at first I thought it was Sara giggling

"The algorithm is better than ever" I've seen theories before this episode that maybe the algorithm is sentient and is making Ryan lose every time. I also saw theories regarding this epsidoe that maybe the physical algorithm took over the professor? But why would it let Ryan win this time....? I will get back to that one to

And of course the misterious Box, that adds to every theory while makes them even more confusing, but before I get to the theories I qanted to point out some of his behaivers that I found unusual:

He didn't flirt with Sara?? The two epsisodes she's been in so far he called her "my moon and stars" or called her the most beautiful guest he had.

In addition, the B- ball bit...?? they never did anything for B boys only for C dogs... which might not be much but if I'm already suspicious of him not being the real professor, I'm gonna criticise all his moves.

At first I didn't realize this but I saw people point it out, his weird obsession with meat, we could say it's because the episode was meat centric... but this moment in particular was creepy

There is something on the PH set, a ghost? maybe the energy if something is disturbing the environment??

Ryan asks a fair question, I mean the last thing he knows is that the professor got eaten (Ryan doesn't know the professor potential got reborn from a dino egg)

R:"You know a lot about ghosts. Are you a ghost?"

P: "what kind of question is that? come one"

P:" I mean I went through some stuff"

The proff ignores the question and doesn't answers, but we can conclude he went through stuff (maybe through a dino??)

Something shocking happens... RYAN WON?! But this win feels weird, Ryan didn't get a cup, the professor said he is out of it which is unusual because the Devil said to Ryan the professor buys them in batches.... instead he got... a Puppet Cream (I do not wanna know what part of the professor this is if jelly beans is his poop....) It was pointed out to me, that he is very insistent that Ryan puts on the lotion

p:"Make sure you use that a lot.You gotta moisturizer that skin of yours"

and the design on the lotion brings up questions

this design of the professor looks weird, his smile is weirdly mischievous, unlike any cartoonis version of him on any merch, and the weirdest THE EYES, WHY IS HIS EYES BLUE WITH WHITE PUPILS?! THE PROFESSOR HAS BROWN EYES?!

Now lets look at the end scene with final-girl Ryan, he is trying to bid on the Genies's lap (we know it's the same because in the item description it says it was sold by the devil and a three-headed demon, and it's surounded by jelly beans) this raises so many questions

Why would they sell the lamp? why does Ryan need it? We can see from his open tabs he was looking at "puppet necromancy" was he trying to bring the professor back?

Another thing that confused me is Ryan using Burgess Montclief as his name when buying the lamp. It's the name he came up with in the epsidoe, so are the events that happen in the office after the ep, play out after his lesson with the professor? why does he want the lamp still if the professor is more or less "back" and if it's after the history class, what does that glowy eyed professor doing there?! If it happens before his class is the professor who's teachen Ryan that creepy one with the glowing eyes? why was he in the Watcher hq?Ryan pointed out watcher and the puppet theater are far away!

To add to my confusion, the article Ryan is reading says they found Prof's glasses and hat, but when he gell to the dino's mout only his satchel fell he was eaten with glasses and hat, but in the episode he had all three with him?!

Who is Connie.M why do they want the Genie lamp? (again? for how long has Ryan been chasing the lamp??)

Now to my theories

The Professor is a ghost: He doesn't want Ryan to touch him, maybe because he isn't physical? someone pointed out that ghosts mess up election items and gain energy from them so maybe he uses that box for energy to manifest himself in a way he looks more physical (FBO kinda thing)

He is a hologram, the same way I assume the box powers a ghost professor what if he is a hologram Professor, this can explain the weird glitching we see ,and amongst the articles Ryan is looking at there is one very suspicious about holograms... foreshadowing???

He might be part dinosaur or some kind of zombie; this would explain his hunger for meat and why he wants Ryan to be soft and moisturized, maybe he is planning on reveng?? but this doesn't explain what is going on with the box?!

He is possessed by a demon or a genie, which would explain his demonic voice, but not the box, UNLESS the box isn't there to power HIM but the box sucks out his energy to power someone else that's why at some point he powered down or feel asleep!

In conclusion I'M SO VERY CONFUSED I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS AND ONE THEORY DOESN'T EXPLAIN IT, maybe he is a part dinosaur ghost hungry for flesh and needs energy from the electric box?!

I know that this creepy thing

IS NOT MY PROFESSOR!!

Can't qait for next week and and having to analyse even more things !!

#puppet history #shane madej #watcher #the fuck is going on #that hippo song traumatized me #NOT MY PROFESSOR #I want my blue fuzzy boy back #I'm happy Ryan won... but at what cost??#the professor #the professor lived #or did he??

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aliencatadventures · 5 months

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Black Hole and Cosmic Lensing

Once in my early youth, I watched a sci-fi movie about space travel that supposedly featured a black hole. It resembled a galaxy, which I found quite amusing—how can you see a black hole if no light can escape from it? Much later, I realized that although the depiction in the movie wasn't accurate, and yes, we certainly can't see the black hole itself, there are still many fascinating phenomena around it that can be observed. So, what exactly can we observe?

First, imagine Saturn with its majestic rings. Then, imagine this Saturn turning black, becoming invisible—and you'll get the picture. There are luminous rings rotating around something that, in reality, we cannot see. But it's definitely there. These rings, or more accurately, the matter drawn in by the black hole, spin at tremendous speeds and are located in the equatorial plane—just as in any galaxy formed around any massive celestial body. Unlike the tranquil, icy rings leisurely circling our native gas giant Saturn, this matter is accelerated to nearly the speed of light. It may be dense and heated near this celestial body and becomes more sparse and slower farther away. Another way to visualize it is like a whirlpool, only much faster.

But in the picture (below), it doesn't quite resemble rings. It looks more like a strange, faceless smiley wearing a hat, reminiscent of what some viewers might have seen in the movie 'Interstellar.' The reason is that space is distorted so much, so what lies behind this celestial body appears partially above and partially below it. The image seems almost turned inside out. Thus, the depiction is akin to Saturn's rings, if they were reflected in a curved mirror, or more accurately, viewed through a powerful lens.

I highly recommend clicking on the link on the video (below) to see it in action - it's absolutely spectacular!

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Also, if you haven't seen the movie 'Interstellar,' I strongly suggest watching it. A group of scientists, including Kip Thorne, participated in its production. Thorne even wrote a book titled 'The Science of Interstellar' with scientific explanations. He explains how the film crew aimed to create images and visualizations as close as possible to what is actually known in science, or at least to use real scientific hypotheses. For the visualization of the black hole, they employed real scientific models, and the visuals were based on the latest scientific understanding. This approach was validated by the recent actual photograph of a black hole.

In this visualization (below), it’s easy to observe dynamically why the rings around a black hole take on such a peculiar shape. The image displays a computer model showing how a black hole would appear if it passed in front of a distant galaxy. Note that the galaxy itself remains unaffected; it is far away, and nothing is happening to it. It's just the image of the galaxy that changes - it resembles what you would see if you took a thick, convex lens and moved it across the backdrop of that same galaxy or a simple geometric pattern. If you have such a lens or a glass sphere, try this experiment. It’s a straightforward way to help understand this phenomenon

So, the biggest difficulty in understanding is that the picture appears static to us. As soon as you see it in motion, there's a moment of recognition of the phenomenon, and then it's no longer a problem to understand why you see rings both around the shadow of the black hole and above and below it.

Furthermore, the ability to view images dynamically also facilitates the discovery of new black holes. When astronomers notice that an entire sector of a previously familiar scene begins behaving strangely — with stars moving erratically or stretching into curved lines, and the image becoming blurred — it strongly indicates the presence of an invisible object traveling between us and this background scene, distorting the image. But we'll discuss this in more detail next time. Stay tuned!

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violetrainbow412-blog · 2 years

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Talking about death with Eddie and Steve...

It's just a couple of small things that I thought to write in case Eddie or Steve died tomorrow so I could feel more pain. You know, just me being a masochistic bitch.

I just hope all is well for our guys and please refrain from posting spoilers without warning, we all deserve to enjoy the series!

This all takes place just one day before Chrissy's death, just in case you wanted to know!

Eddie Munson

You and Eddie were lying on the bed, joint smoke dancing between you and the sound of 'Who wants to live forever' by Queen echoing around the room. It was a quiet afternoon when you had sneaked into his trailer to smoke and chat. "I love this song," he breathed out softly. You guys were pretty relaxed (thank God you weren't paranoid or anything like that) and light-hearted, laughing at just about anything the other said. "Would you like?" "What?" "Live Forever" you completed, turning your head a little on your pillow to look at the boy. His eyes were narrowed and slightly red, but his lips were around the joint of weed. "I don't know," he answered, his voice slow and small. You could tell he was trying to focus on your face. "Have you ever thought of something you want to do before you die?" you insisted, feeling quite philosophical all of a sudden. Maybe it was the drug or just the sight of Eddie lying so close to you, to the point where your knee bumped into his. "Probably stop being a virgin," he answered as if it was the deepest answer in the universe. You let out a laugh and he followed you, which ended in a fit of laughter. "And do you not have a less superficial aspiration?" “I want to do many things, love. I want to get out of this town, I want to have a nice house, be a rock star, have a lot of money… and I would also like to go to Italy with you” "Why Italy and why with me?" "Because I've always wanted to go there and if someone has to come with me it's you," he murmured, watching you with a lazy smile. It was an unspoken statement that he couldn't imagine a life without you. "You will, won't you?" "Yeah, but ask me again when we're not fucking stoned just to confirm," you said amused, while you saw his chest vibrate with a new laugh. Looking at him you realized that Eddie was so cute and you had been in love with him for so many years. It wasn't the first time you'd gotten high together, but right now you felt like your chest was going to explode from the desire to kiss him. You weren't thinking clearly, but for something like that you didn't need it either. You just wanted to feel Eddie's lips, you wanted him to know how much you longed for him. "And what do you want to do before you die?" he asked, letting his head drop a little against yours. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him with his eyes closed and his hair tickled your cheeks. Eddie must have noticed your silence, for he opened one of his eyes to meet your gaze, but he found your lips gently caressing his. Your body had lain a little on his and you refused to separate from him until the lack of air forced you. When you flopped back onto the bed Eddie didn't say anything and looking at him you realized that he was pale, eyes wide (as wide as the grass would allow) and not moving at all. "Are you still breathing, Munson?" "You kissed me" "You asked me what I wanted to do before I died," you answered, strangely confident. Eddie snapped out of his trance and had a hard time understanding what you meant, but when he finally did he wasted no time and lunged at you, locking your lips back together. They were fast and loud, like kissing a baby on the cheeks to make him laugh "Eddie!" you complained, between laughs, but he ignored you completely and continued showering you with tender kisses, gradually settling on top of you to make the job easier. As the seconds progressed, the contact became slower and deeper, causing your laughter to disappear and be replaced by the search to regulate your breathing. You felt Eddie's lips catch one of yours as his hand planted firmly on your cheek and part of your neck, but just seconds later, he pulled away. "Do you remember everything I said before?" he asked, his voice raspy and his breathing heavy, “Forget it. I can die tomorrow and I will be happy” he exclaimed, showing you a wide smile and making you laugh again. He didn't think twice before letting himself fall again, to lose himself in the softness of your mouth.

Steve Harrington

You were sitting in a corner of Family Video, playing with one of the pins you had on your vest, while you waited for Steve to finish packing up a few things so you could close up the place. You had taken that job to earn some money, but mainly to be closer to your boyfriend during the week. "Why so quiet?" he asked softly, reaching out to plant his hands on your thighs and leaning in for a chaste kiss. “I was thinking of us” "Please don't say that, that's how breakup scenes start in movies," he complained, making you smile. “Not that way, silly” you exclaimed, as he held your hand to help you up “I was thinking about everything we've been through together. Ever since school, with all that monster shit, problems between us… I don't know, I was just reminiscing." “And is there at least one happy memory?” he asked, as he took your keys and led you out, one hand on your lower back. You waited for him to close the door and take your hand so you could answer him. "There are many indeed," you started to say, walking down the street lit by the streetlight "But I was thinking more of… huh, the dangerous ones." "Dangerous?" "Yeah, you know, all those near-death experiences we've experienced," you explained. You didn't know how to start the conversation, but you knew you really needed to talk it over with him. Steve was all for you, maybe he could help “In hindsight, this has been really terrible, right? first the demogorgon, then the mind flayer, that thing Dustin kept, now this Starcourt mall…” "Yeah, it's been fucking crazy stuff," Steve agreed, his grimace somewhere between amused and uncomfortable. "Have you had nightmares again?" he asked him now. Shit, he knew you so well. "Not so many, but…" you hesitated for a moment between telling him or not, thus concentrating on the sound of your feet and his walking on the concrete floor "Lately I've been feeling unwell about this as if something was bothering me" you explained. He stopped in front of a park where a couple of guys were sitting, probably teenagers who wanted to make out, and he moved in front of you to look at you. "Why, princess?" he asked, searching your gaze. You could be honest with him, you knew that. “We have had good months and something in me screams that something bad is coming. You know, whether it's supernatural or just the two of us getting fired from our jobs or something happening with our friends or…” "Hey, hey, hey…" he interrupted you, still with one hand on your shoulder and the other on your cheek "Calm down that little anxiety monster in your head" he joked, while pointing to said part "Not because things go well for a while means something else bad has to happen." “I know, but this is different. You know how it feels, like… it's a gut feeling, a hunch, or I don't know” you rambled. Steve smiled, but without any mockery but rather with some tenderness. “Well, in case that is the case then you know that I will be here to protect you. Protect you, Robin, the children, and all the necessary people. You don't have to fear for them” "I'm not afraid for them, I'm afraid for you" you blurted out. It felt good to talk about it, even if it was just crazy ideas. You knew Steve wouldn't judge you "I don't want anything to happen to you" “Calm down, cowgirl. The only danger I'm in right now is that the boss will kill us for having stained part of the carpet” he answered, trying to cheer you up a bit. His thumb gently caressed your cheek and somehow that calmed you down a bit “You can tell me everything and call me if you have nightmares and I'll be there right away. But don't worry about it, you know we're fine. And I promise you that I will always be with you, healthy, safe, and in one piece” he completed, while he leaned down a little to leave a kiss on your forehead and then another on your nose. "Thanks, Steve. I needed to hear it” you replied, as you approached to hug him. Everything would be alright

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