#When Your Dad is a Pillar of the Universe

[luckykittens198]

When Your Dad is a Pillar of the Universe

The world is cyclical. No matter how one tries to prevent the apocalypse, it will come eventually. And new life forms will be born from the ashes. Those lifeforms eventually will form civilizations, and those civilization will be destroyed again.

Over and over and over again.

And so, Klein Moretti, the Lord of the Mysteries, King of Space and Time, decided to sleep.

If the world is cyclical, why does he have to watch everything? His miniscule amount of humanity couldn't stand the destruction of everything he knew. Over and over again. His divinity, just felt tired and indifferent at how every civilizations just repeat their predecessor's mistakes.

So he sleeps. Following the footsteps of his fellows Great Old Ones that went to slumber long before him.

Many eons have passed. Many cycles have passed. The world keeps on expanding.

One day, 'His' conciousness was stirred. A stray soul entered 'His' divine kingdom. Half awake, the Lord of the Mysteries stretched a tentacle to grab it.

"How curious," 'He' sleepily commented.

"Your fate showed that you shouldn't be a stray. Why are you here? How do you reach this place?" This intriguing matter aroused 'His' curiousity. Slowly, 'He' started to fully awaken.

As 'He' woke up, he noticed the smidgen of taint in the stray soul. It seems to be a remnant of a curse.

"A curse it seems? A leftover curse? From the death pathway?" The Being poked at the curse remnant with 'His' tentacle.

Suddenly, the mirror at his side started to glow.

"GREAT MASTER! Welcome back!" A great amount of fireworks appeat on the mirror's surface.

"Only for a little while Arrodes. Now, could you tell me where this curse remnant on this stray come from?"

"Yes, great master!" Slowly, the words on the mirror disappear and another scene came to be.

The scene in the mirror showed 2 beings. One, a human male and the other, a white female dragon. They made a vow, and with that vow they invoke a curse.

"Ho, the curse of reincarnation and denial of peace. What an interesting curse," 'He' leaned back on his throne. Behind 'Him', 'His' tentacle played with the stray soul.

With a twitch, one of the tentacle brought the soul to 'Him'. "It seems that your original body has been stolen by that cursed person. Now, what to do with you?" The Being hmmed.

The mirror, Arrodes, flashed again. "Great master, may this humble servant give you a suggestion?"

"You may."

"Great master, why don't you let this soul be reborn in another world or planet? That way it will have another chance at life and you don't have to be bothered by it."

The Lord of the Mysteries hummed. As 'He' was thinking, he took notes of the condition of 'His' humanity. As 'He' expected, the lack of true anchor is truly detrimental for 'His' humanity.

"Yes, that is a good idea. But you are mistaken about something Arrodes. I think, I will raise this soul."

"Pardon me?"

"You are pardoned. I will raise this soul. Arrodes, which country will be the best place to raise this one?"

"Great master, the best country to raise that soul currently is South Korea. I don't think raising that soul befits your station."

"Haha, this is just my whim, Arrodes. The whim of a bored deity, you could say."

The deity slowly stood up. The soul rested in 'His' hand. With a snap, 'He' stole the curse remnant from the soul and graft it on a paper man.

'His' cane slammed down and a brilliant illusory door showed up.

"Unfortunately, a deity at my level can't directly intefere with mortal realm. But I suppose a fragment of me can do something." With that, 'He' threw the soul and some of 'His' worms of spirit into the door.

"Let's see. For that soul's name, Rok Soo would be good. Hm?"

"Is something wrong, great master?" The mirror asked.

"It seems I accidentally gave it some blessings. Ah well. I suppose I will have to stay awake to watch over them. What do you think would happen, Arrodes?"

"This humble servant thinks that they will live an interesting life, Great Master."

"Now, that is a terrible curse, Arrodes. But we'll see."

Next

[demilypyro]

Ok so there's this guy called Jonathan Joestar and he gets an adoptive brother named Dio Brando. Dio hates Jonathan with an intensity that really isn't justified but it likely has something to do with Jonathan being a rich kid and Dio growing up poor. Anyway Dio happens upon an ancient stone mask that turns people into vampires and he becomes a vampire. Dio tries to kill Jonathan after murdering their dad and burning down their mansion. Dio decides he's way too good for all this and that he's gonna use his new vampire powers to take over the world, so Jonathan learns sun magic from a random guy with a top hat so he can defeat Dio and save the world. Jonathan eventually wins but Dio's decapitated head survives and kills Jonathan on a boat.

Before Jonathan died though he did have kids and his grandson is the second protagonist: Joseph Joestar. Joseph fights a group of Super vampires known as the Pillar Men. That all doesn't really affect the overarching plot in any major way though.

What's important is that Joseph's grandson is the third protagonist: Jotaro Kujo. Jotaro's life is flip turned upside down when Dio returns, his decapitated head having taken over Jonathan's body and hibernated under the ocean for a few hundred years. Dio has learned about these magic ghost powers named Stands and in doing so has awakened the dormant potential to use Stands in most of Jonathan's descendants, including Jotaro, but it inadvertently threatens the life of his mom, so Jotaro has 50 days to travel from Japan to Egypt (where Dio is hanging out) so he can give that vampiric asshole a smacking, saving his mom and the world.

The rest of the JoJo parts are largely about other descendants of the Joestar clan fighting villains who were in some way caused by Dio's nonsense, including Josuke who has to solve a murder mystery in a small Japanese town, Giorno who wants to become the head of the Italian mafia, and Jolyne who wants to escape from prison and protect her family from one of Dio's servants. There's also three later parts set in an alternate universe that are mostly disconnected from the original Dio stuff.

JoJo arcs all largely contain a lot of "Stand battles", where all the characters involved have an extremely specific superpower and they have to use strategy and cunning to utilize their powers in creative ways to defeat their opponent.

I hope that answered your question

[celaenaeiln]

in like a one person gets one, who would dicks soulmate (platonic or not idk) be? i’ve asked this to several ppl and the answers are usually wally, donna, or jason though i’ve seen some ppl say slade, roy, and bruce.

Anon your ask has literally been haunting me at night. I thought I knew the answer but then you hit me with a Donna!! But between Bruce and Donna, I can't decide so I'll just present a case for both.

Bruce

Bruce and Dick are soulmates on a cosmological scale. The DC universe ordained them to always find each other because they're quite literally a fated pair.

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Issue #23

Bruce: The only regret is that I'm out there alone. It felt good having someone at my back, being part of a team...but no sense wasting time wishing for something I'll never have.

Dick: He's cool, dad...d'you think we'll ever see him when we play Gotham?

The universe literally brings them together no matter the circumstances.

Convergence Issue #4

"The bond between you and Bruce Wayne echoes in every reality."

I don't think there's any stronger evidence for Dick and Bruce being soulmates than this.

But if that's still not enough I have more-

The Multiversity: Guidebook

In Bruce's world he lost Dick and in Dick's world he lost Bruce, but still in the end they somehow find each other. In every universe that has Batman, if someone is his partner it's always Dick.

In the medieval ages world-

Batman: Dark Knight of the Round Table Issue #1

The world of "A Christmas Carol" with Ebenezer Scrooge -

Batman: Noël

In a world where Bruce is a doctor at Arkham -

The Batman of Arkham

Dick is always there as his second.

Here's another interesting but depressing fact: In worlds where Dick Grayson has died as Robin, Bruce Wayne has never taken in another Robin.

This is because on top of the fact that Dick and Bruce as fated to meet, Dick means the entire world for Bruce. Like sometimes Bruce will come across a case with a child involved and the first thing he'll think about is Dick.

Batman: City of Madness Issue #2

Bruce's mind and life is literally consumed by Dick Grayson on a cosmologically spiritual level.

Donna

Donna is Dick's soulmate on a twin-sister spiritual level. Dick and Bruce are two halves of a whole, yin and yang. Dick and Donna though are one person. Their relationship is like taking paint and mixing it together to get something new. Like in those comics where two people look at each other and there's a "zing!" and suddenly it's an instant connection. That's them.

Titans (2016) Special 1

additionally:

Titans (2016) Special 1

New Titans (1988) Issue #89

Dick and Donna have no secrets. They're like a jigsaw puzzle, their pieces fall right into place.

He's always there for her-

The New Teen Titans (1980) Issue #38

They're so special and integral to each other that when an evil witch erases Donna from everyone's memories, there is only one focal point for her. One focal person for her throughout the years. Even though he doesn't remember her, Dick literally goes back in time with his future daughter Mar'i to help Donna, his soul-sister-

The Titans (1999) Issue #25

In every. single. moment of Donna's past Dick appears again and again to comfort her and be her pillar from Robin to civies to Nightwing. In the "Who is Donna Troy" Arc, as the story goes from the origins of Donna to the present, it becomes very clear that Dick is her centerpoint.

They're the definition of soulmates.

She knows him better than anyone else and he knows her. She even had him walk her Donna the aisle for her wedding. He was given that honor because of who they are to each other.

Tales of the Teen Titans Issue #42

I...

just-

Tales of the Teen Titans Issue #50

to love like that...

They're made for each other.

[last-dropsevi]

Game over, Restart?

Summary: You have a decision to make (~1.9k words)

Pairing~ Gamer Sevika x fem reader

Warning: minute obsessive behaviors, normal sevika crime stuff. Masterlist

The apartment was dim, lit only by the flickering screen of your battered computer. The hum of your monitor filled the silence, punctuated occasionally by muffled sounds from the next room. Your father was yelling again—his voice slurred, anger spilling from him in waves that vibrated through the thin walls. You tried to ignore it, focus on anything else, but it was impossible not to feel the weight of it pressing on you.

Life in the Undercity had always been hard, but lately, it felt unbearable. Your father, once a pillar of strength, had crumbled under the addiction of shimmer, and you were left to pick up the pieces. Between balancing an insecure work and controlling his downward spiral, he had little room to breathe, let alone dream of something better. Gaming was your only escape and source of peace. It wasn't much—a battered headset and a secondhand PC—but it was enough to create a small oasis of calm amidst the turmoil. Logging into Call of Duty felt like entering another universe, one where the weight of the Undercity could not reach you. Tonight, the game loaded slowly, and the screen led you to a familiar lobby. The voice in your earpiece greeted you before you could even look at the team roster.

“Late again?” The voice was low and gravelly, tinged with playful tone. “Don’t tell me you were hiding from me.”

A grin tugged at your lips. “Hiding? Please. I was doing you a favor, giving you time to mentally prepare for another loss.”

The voice chuckled, deep and throaty. “You talk big for someone I carried through our last match.”

“Carried? You died at least five times,” you shot back, already settling into the rhythm of your usual banter.

This was Sevika. Or at least that's what she named herself on the internet. You’ve been playing on a regular basis for months, and the two of you had formed an easy friendship that flowed over from the game into late-night talks. Her sharp wit and constant presence had become a lifeline for you, a link to something secure in a world that seemed to move beneath your feet at all times.

The matches started as nothing more than casual fun, a distraction from the chaos of your life. But as the weeks turned into months, your conversations began to drift beyond the confines of the game. Sevika had a way of asking questions that made you want to answer, even when you weren’t sure you should.

“What would you do,” she asked one night, “if you had enough money to get out of there?”

The question caught you off guard. “Out of where?”

“The Undercity. Zaun. All of it.”

You hesitated, fingers hovering over your keyboard. “I don’t know. I guess... I’d get a place. A real place. Somewhere quiet, where I wouldn’t have to worry about shimmer or my job or...” You trailed off, realizing how much you’d said. “What about you?”

Sevika’s laugh crackled through the headset. “That’s easy. I’d get a new rig. This setup’s been falling apart for years. Pretty sure it’s held together with duct tape and prayers.”

Her humour was dry, and her words filled with a sarcasm that seemed all too familiar. But there was something reassuring about it, too—a sense that she understood, even if she didn't say it out loud. Over time, your conversations deepened, becoming something closer to confessions. Sevika never pried, but her presence made it easy to talk, to let the words spill out when the weight of your day felt like too much to carry alone.

One night, after a particularly grueling shift at work, you found yourself venting without even meaning to. “It’s just... everything feels like it’s falling apart. My dad’s getting worse, work’s a nightmare, and I can’t... I can’t keep doing this.”

There was a pause on her end, the soft hum of static filling the silence before she spoke. “You’re stronger than you think,” she said finally, her voice quieter than usual. “Most people would’ve given up by now. But you’re still here, holding it together.”

“Barely,” you muttered, leaning back in your chair.

“Barely still counts,” she replied, her tone soft but firm. “And if you ever need someone to talk to... well, you’ve got me.”

For all the things you shared about your life, Sevika remained a mystery. She was guarded, her words carefully chosen, but every now and then, she’d let something slip—a glimpse of the woman behind the voice.

“You ever been in a fight?” you asked one night, after she’d saved you from yet another ambush in-game.

“Plenty,” she said, her tone light but edged with something darker.

“Like, real fights?”

“Real enough,” she said. “It’s kind of... part of the job.”

“What do you do, anyway?”

She hesitated, and for a moment, you thought she wouldn’t answer. “Security,” she said finally. “Let’s leave it at that.”

You didn’t press her, sensing that her answer was more complicated than she let on. But it only made you more curious, more drawn to the enigma that was Sevika.

It was eight months in when everything changed.

“Do you ever think about meeting up?” Sevika asked one night, her voice unusually hesitant.

The question hit you like a punch to the gut. “What, like in person?”

“Yeah,” she said, her tone casual but carrying an undercurrent of vulnerability. “I mean, we’ve been doing this for months now. Don’t you think it’s time?”

You paused, your thoughts whirling with potential outcomes and anxieties. You had never thought about meeting someone from a game, and the thought made your stomach turn. “I don’t know,” you said finally. “It’s... risky.”

“Come on,” Her voice grew softer as she pressed. "Don't you trust me?" You didn't know, even though you wanted to say yes. Although Sevika seemed trustworthy, you couldn't get rid of the voice in your head that kept reminding you of all possible dangers.

“Think about it,” she said when you didn’t respond. “I’ll be at a place called The Last Drop tomorrow night. If you want to meet, I’ll be there.”

The bar was darker and smokier than you’d imagined, the air heavy with the scent of alcohol and tension. You hesitated in the doorway, scanning the room for any sign of her.

And then you saw her. Her eyes locked onto yours from across the room, and for a moment, you forgot to breathe.

She stood at the bar, her broad shoulders and imposing frame unmistakable. She was even taller than you’d imagined, her cybernetic arm gleaming under the dim lights. The sharp angles of her face were softened only slightly by the faint smile that tugged at her lips as she spotted you.

“You came,” she said, pushing off the bar and striding toward you.

Her voice was the same, but everything else was different. This wasn’t just Sevika, your gaming partner. This was Sevika, second-in-command to Silco.

For a moment, you were too stunned to speak. She was more than you’d imagined, both intimidating and disarmingly human.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d actually show up,” she admitted, her voice softer than you’d expected.

“Neither was I,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sevika smiled, a small, almost shy expression that seemed out of place on someone so commanding. But as the two of you talked, you saw glimpses of the woman you’d come to know—the sharp humor, the quiet strength, the rare moments of vulnerability.

And yet, beneath it all, there was a darkness you couldn’t ignore. Her world was dangerous, her life filled with risks you weren’t sure you were ready to take.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said, her eyes meeting yours. “This... my job, my life—it’s dangerous. I won’t lie about that. But I meant it when I said I wanted to meet you. I don’t... I don’t feel this way about people often.”

Her honesty was disarming, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say.

“I need to think about it,” you said finally, your voice trembling.

Sevika nodded, though the disappointment in her eyes was clear. “Take your time,” she said. “I’ll wait.”

As you left the bar that night, your mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Sevika was everything you’d feared and more than you’d hoped for. The question now was whether you were willing to take the risk to be with her—or if it was safer to let her go.

Masterlist

Yall I lost active sleep tryna do this one but ayeeeeeee we got it. I LEARNED HOW TO DO DIVIDERS now it’s just the inbox thang. But thanks for making it all the way down here get some sleep stay hydrated and keep loving Sevika. ⸂⸂⸜(രᴗര๑)⸝⸃⸃

[luveline]

kbd universe is my absolute favorite 🤩 maybe a request for when the new baby is home and she’s going through a colicky phase and won’t sleep and reader and steve are super stressed and doubting if they can do this and avery overhears and reassured them they’re the best parents? (srry if this is too specific, any direction you go will be amazing!!)

ty babe ♡ kisses before dinner au

Avery Harrington wakes up with her little sister's hand over her nose. She snorts in surprise, bed springs creaking formidably as she dislodges the small hand and rolls away from her added heat.

Bethie, the younger sister in question, has been sneaking into Avery's bed at night to put distance between them and the nonstop crying of the new baby. The baby, Avery notices, seems to be crying right now from downstairs. 

She lets her curiosity get the better of her. Slipping out of bed, she makes sure to cover Bethie with the blankets again before she leaves just like their dad does, imitating Steve's gentle cheek touch before creeping away. You and dad finally got rid of the baby gates (though they've been on and off over the years, you've retired them until the youngest learns to crawl), making her journey down a secret one. 

She can hear two voices at once just under the rattling baby cries. Steve's louder and yours softer, both speaking with the love Avery's come to expect. 

"Maybe try holding her legs higher," you suggest. 

"I think I've held her every way a baby can be held without hanging her upside down." 

"I know, honey." You're always tired lately, your voice hoarse with fatigue. "I can have her again. Pass her over." 

You get sweet when you're tired. Her dad gets cranky. He told Avery once that that's why you're good together, but Avery knows you can be just as cranky after a while. 

Avery pauses in the door of the living room. You're sitting on the farthest seat of the leather couch while Steve's standing, passing the baby to you carefully. She cries and cries no matter how much caution he shows. 

"What if she never stops?" Steve asks. 

"She will. She'll get too tired to keep going." 

"I heard about this baby who had his heart in the wrong place." 

"Steve. Honey, sit down. You're tired." 

"I can't sleep while she's crying like that. No point." 

Avery frowns as the conversation between you both devolves. She doesn't want to make things worse by showing you that she's awake, watching and waiting in the dark as you pat the baby's back desperately, and Steve's eyes get glassy. 

Avery has seen her dad cry loads of times. At the movies, the radio, sad stories. Steve cried when she broke her pinky finger, and cried again when they took the cast off. Avery isn't sure she's seen him get upset over something like this. 

He whispers something. You whisper back, trying to hold his hand in the dark, but you stop when he says, "What if we can't do this?" 

"Steve, we have to. This is it. And we want to, so… I don't know." You sound dejected yourself, looking down at the baby where she refuses to take a bottle hopelessly. "Maybe we can't do it." 

Avery can't know that neither of you truly feel this way, that you're both tired enough to catastrophize. She just watches her dad, an unshakable pillar of support, start to waver, and she knows you've got it wrong. 

"Daddy?" she asks. 

Steve rubs his eyes with a rough hand. "Ave?" he asks, plastering a meek smile over his face. He's one of the handsome dad's, everybody says so, probably because he's always smiling. 

"Sorry, did the baby wake you up?" you ask. 

Avery grins as Steve opens his arms and runs into them. Too tired to lift her up, Steve stays crouched for the hug, but eventually sits on the floor, pulling Avery into his lap. Closer, Avery cringes at the baby and her screaming. 

"Beth smushed my nose," she says. 

Steve turns her face to check it over. "You look okay. Does it hurt?" He squeezes her cheeks into a smile. 

"No," she laughs. 

Steve gives her another hug. "Well, that's good." 

He just cuddles her. Avery melts into his touch, the sound of the baby's cries feeling further away, Steve's hand covering one of her ears. 

"Sorry," he says into her hair. "I know it's not fair. Baby's just figuring out what she needs." 

"You said you can't do it." 

Baby shrieks. Steve pulls Avery's head back. "What?" 

"You and mom." Avery turns to look at you. You're frowning, bobbing the baby against your chest. "You said we can't do it." 

"We were being silly," Steve says. 

"We're tired," you agree.

"And your sister won't stop crying, we're worried she's not well, and it's really tiring, Ave, but we weren't thinking straight. Of course we can do it," Steve says breezily. 

"Yes, you can. You're the best mom and dad ever. Ever ever!" she says severely. "You can do everything, I know you can do it. Maybe I can have her and you guys can sleep and then tomorrow you'll be ready again." 

You and Steve laugh at the same time, chuckles that warm her heart, though she knows she's being shot down. "That's really nice of you, but that's okay. Me and mom got this," Steve says, brushing the back of his finger down her cheek.

Avery preens at the attention, back going lax in his arm. Steve leans down to hug her, his chin digging into her shoulder, heavy with fatigue. She doesn't tell him to move. 

It's a miracle that the baby seems to run out of steam not long after, marked by your happy sigh, "Aw, good girl. You're hungry, I knew it. You just don't like these bottle nibs." 

"See? I told you you could do it," Avery says.

You offer her a grateful, adoring smile. "You're my smart girl, that's why." You bop the baby on the nose with the tip of your finger. "And you're my tired girl." 

"What about me?" Steve asks. 

"You're my pillow, handsome. Come up here, I need to lean on you. Ave, you can be my blanket." 

[batsvnte]

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 • 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚

Pairing(s): Miguel O’Hara

Warnings: spoilers for ATSV, cursing (both English and Spanish), ooc maybe, spelling mistakes

Notes: black fem!reader (she/her pronouns). All platonic throughout this. Also some bits of reader also speaking Spanish due to them learning from Miguel w/ translations at the end of this

You snatch your mask off as your pace quickens into the control room that you were situated in. Huffing under your breath as you ignore every attempts of Miguel trying to get your attention. You didn’t have the time for this and neither did he. All you can do is keep walking away with little hopes that he’ll back off. Even if you’re currently walking on the ceiling just to get away from him.

“(Name)! Ven aquí ahora mismo!” Miguel’s voice echoed throughout the room. Well aware that his words were clearly heard, but you didn’t bother to listen. “Stop walking away from me!”

“Then stop following me.” Without using your webs you easily climb up onto another pillar to separate you from his sight.

Unfortunately he was quicker. You caught of glimpse of a bright red web enclosing around your wrist. Preventing you from advancing anywhere. You suddenly found yourself on the ground, thankfully landing on your feet. You stood up properly to see Miguel taking a few steps towards you. That stoic look that you always saw was nowhere to be found. It was a look of frustration that was all directed to you.

“What were you thinking? Going out there and to help Miles go back to Earth-1610— didn’t I tell you not to meddle in with other peoples business!?” It was unfamiliar to you to have Miguel scolding at you.

“He just wants to save his dad!” You were quick to defend yourself with the thoughts that has been plaguing your mind the moment you heard about it. “You never told me what was going on. You never do!”

“I’m doing what I can to keep everything under control, hija.”

‘Dont start with that’

“That mean keeping me in the dark while you go out fighting? What kind of good will that do, Miguel!?”

Miguel has narrowed eyes, the dark circles under his eyes darkening. Either from the lightening of the dimmed room or his attitude changing. “The kind of good that will keep the multiverse from shattering.”

A scowl itched onto your face as you nearly hissed at him. “Bullshit!”

In response he pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He loathed getting into arguments with you. Especially if it was about what he does. You could hear little snippets of him muttering incoherently in his native tongue. It was a few short moments before he raised his voice to his normal volume.

“Hija,”

‘Stop calling me that’

“You know how dangerous it is to disrupt cannon events. It happened to your own universe, (Name),” You nearly wince at the mention of that with recalling memories to that situation. “I’m not going to risk another one being destroyed.”

Your posture straightens as Miguel’s gaze focused back on you. “But none of us knows how it’ll effect Miles’s universe. It might not be the same thing as what happened—“

“Might not be?”

You pause at your own words being echoed back to you. You had your own morals to this situation and you didn’t want to back down now.

“It still won’t be as bad as what happened to my universe.” Your tone was lowered. You didn’t realize how loud you were before during this entire argument.

Miguel shakes his head. Remembering the events of what happened when you accidentally disrupted the cannon events. How he found you in the state that you were in at that time. He takes in another deep breath to calm himself down from continuing the shouting match between you two.

“There are still risks that he’s taking that you took as well. It’ll just be the same outcome,” Miguel says as he hopes that this was the end of the argument. “Ya sea que termine destruyendo todo un plano de existencia o afectando a la minoría.”

Your eyebrows furrow down into another scowl. “The first one risk was keeping him confined but look at where you are now.”

“I’m trying to keep the multi-verse safe!” Miguel was quick to snap back without any hesitation. “Trying to keep you of everyone safe after what happened! Your universe needs you safe, mi hija, I need you safe—“

“Llámame una maldita vez más!”

A deafening silence fell over the two of you. The familiar stoic look returned back onto his face. You were unable to keep your thoughts from forming into your mouth. Little part of you was surprised at how sudden you blurted it out. Though only Miguel can stare at you with an unreadable look. You didn’t know what he was going to do or say. It felt like it was going to go on for eternity.

“You’re staying here until I get back.”

Red fills your vision in a matter of seconds. Before you can fully react there was already a force field encasing you with little to no room to move around in. You banged at the shield as you watched Miguel turn his back to you.

“Miguel! You can’t do this! Let me go!” Your words fell deaf upon his ears as you kept your eyes on him. It felt like time was going to quickly as you watched his form becoming smaller from the distance.

Miguel didn’t bother to give you one last look as he left the room. Hearing the door shut behind him and covering your shouts for him to let you go. He kept his focus on what’s ahead of him. His mind instantly becoming centered on finding the one Spider-Man who was going to disrupt everything that he had worked so hard for. But there was one that he had forcibly pushed away.

‘I’m not about to risk loosing you again, (Name).’

Lmao reader got put in timeout corner-

Trying to get back into writing after finishing exams and bring back my motivation until I run out of it again. Promise that there’s gonna be some more works soon from the requests slxosmd

1. ‘Ven aquí ahora mismo’ - ‘Come here right now!’

2. ‘(Mi) Hija’ — Kid / Daughter

3. ‘Ya sea que termine destruyendo todo un plano de existencia o afectando a la minoría’ — ‘Whether it ends up destroying an entire plane of existence or affecting the minority’

4. ‘Llámame una maldita vez más!’ — ‘Call me that one more damn time!’

[onesaltybagel]

Finally talking about season 5 because I’ve been putting it off

Notes won’t be in order at all and are mostly about the final episodes

Spoilers BOGOOA BOOO!!!!

When people were saying that Sean had really gone all out this season, I was like “oh ok maybe there’s a kinda sad scene or a really heartfelt scene”. NO. I WAS SO WRONG. I was NOT prepared for the scene of him screaming and wailing to the point of his voice cracking and going raw because he wanted Mk to stop so badly. I did not ever imagine I was going to see that and I’m still not over it. If I see it again, I get chills every time and I’m in love.

Nine-headed demons full form is so cool! I can’t believe we saw that before the trailer even dropped and I thought nothing of it! I thought it was just going to be another guardian of the stone! God the designs in this show rock

Mk saying “don’t make me do this” was perfect. It was so quiet, so small and full of emotion. Had he planned since that first moment he was going to use the circlet? He knew since like episode two that he was going to be doing something EVERYONE wouldn’t want him to do and- presumably- it became clear really fast to him what that was. Was he planning all along?

I cannot stress this enough- THE FIGHT IN EPISODE ONE FORESHADOWED THE FIGHT IN EPISODE NINE.

Nuwa saying I’m so proud of you, her voice actor is completely perfect for her. It was so soft and gentle :(((

Mk crying from joy. He should never have to be in that position, it is so unfair that he was created just to die- over and over and over again. I’m so glad he found another way.

Nuwa saying “my sacrifice AND yours” what did she sacrifice? When she fixed the pillar the first time, was she the one that entered the pillar to fix the sky along with the stones?

WHERE IS NUWA EXACTLY??? Is that just what- the inside of the pillar looks like?

Will we see Nuwa again?

Oh my GOD Wukong catching Mk made me want to throw up. That little bit where we see it through Mk’s eyes kills me every single time.

People gaining elemental powers? Is that- every person who didn’t already have any? Like- some went into Red son did he gain MORE power like that one fire sneeze girl or is he the same? If he is, he’ll be mad LMAO

The chaos HHUUUGHGHGHB ITS SO PRETTY? I don’t know if it’s supposed to be unnerving but I want to stare at it for hours it’s so cool. Where is that? Outside the universe? How does the chaos affect things? WHO IS “HE?” I looked up Xiangliu and the only person I could associate that with was Gonggong who is another snake like entity.

Gonggong also knocked one of the eight pillars (theres eight?) holding up the sky and ends up dying in a battle with someone called Zhurong who is a fire god and has some story with Nuwa!

They’re all snakes. What is with snakes in this world?

Was Macaque still investigating? At the end, he’s in the court room again for some reason and at the start of the season he said he was looking around for stuff related to Mk. Macaque is a hero and he cannot deny it anymore.

Oh yeah the ten kings of the underworld are dead. What the fuck happens to dead people now?

Why does Macaque have chaos magic, who did he make a deal with and WHY WAS IT ON THE STAFF.

Li Jing is a complete asshole. If we’re basing him off canon then there’s no return but if him vandalising his son’s grave ISNT CANON, then he’s just bad dad. I hope he trips and falls over and embarrassingly gets a bruise on his forehead.

Nuwa x Lady Bone Demon toxic Yuri <33

I love Nuwa but I also hate her sm right now. Why did there have to be a cycle? Because there needed to be someone to fix the sky? Because that person would never be enough and they weren’t fixing the sky they were resetting it all instead? This is down to Nuwa underestimating the world- we see that- but I just cannot get over that she made a baby for the sole purpose of dying. He gets up, he gets the stones, he dies. He experiences nothing, he speaks to no one.

And Mk has absolutely had that life a thousand times.

But she doesn’t react as emotionally as I wished she had. This is nothing against the writers, I am just a Nuwa hater and lover rn. She was perfect, so cool, such an amazing character but she still needs to pay child support.

[octuscle]

Hey Chronivac, I’m almost done with my masters degree but it’s all so stressful and busy now. I wish I could go back and live as a young dumb huge horny meathead of a teen and not have to worry about this stuff. Is there a setting for that?

It's the last vacations before you have to write the final exams. Then your master thesis is due. And you don't even have a topic yet. This is going to be the worst Thanksgiving ever. Constantly having to answer questions about how things are going at university. And what you'll do afterwards. And when your parents will have grandchildren. And you have your head full with the topics of the exams. The best thing would have been for you to stay on campus and study.

The bus from the campus to the airport is full of exuberant students. Half the football team is on the bus with you. The fellows are bawling, farting and burping on the bus. Just like kids. Not like the future pillars of society. You're pretty jealous of them….

In the check-in line, you and a few other juniors gossip about your professors. Shit, not being able to work out together at the gym over the vacations sucks. Thanksgiving is bad for your constitution. You can already hear your mom whining when you only want rice with your turkey breast and don't want gravy. Your stomach grumbles. It's coming! "Protein fart," you grumble. Your bros join in, laughing.

Half the campus crowds the security checkpoint. You can see a few of the other sophomores. Apart from that, it's mostly older students around you. Your bruhs from the football team and you sing the team anthem. And then take turns doing chestbumps. The business travelers around you smile pained. All losers. Only envious of you.

On the plane, you don't even manage to stay awake until the security briefing. Fuck, you and the other freshmen had a hard week. Football, gym, parties. Oh yeah, and a few lectures too. Hopefully your parents don't ask about any exams. Oh fuck, then you tell them about the success of the football team. The person sitting next to you suffers from the smell of your sweat. But you had to let your muscles burn one more time before Thanksgiving dinner. And "Sun's out, guns out" is for wimps. You show your arms whenever you can. Your mom will hate it, your dad will love it. But primarily, everyone will be happy that you're coming home for the first time since you started college.

Found your pic @xdriip

[stellarspecter]

stwg daily prompt 4/10/24: guitar

1.8k, steddie, modern au, guitar teacher eddie/guitar student steve (+ dustin as steve's brother)

so this is literally just me giving eddie my exact job and letting the plot bunnies do as they may. will be up on ao3 in a day or two once i've had time to look it over and think of a title but here it is! divider graphic by @saradika-graphics

“Let’s try that verse again, okay? 5, 6, 7, 8…” 

The little girl in front of Eddie plays with the utmost concentration, her little brow scrunched up as she tries to switch to a D chord. 

“It’s our little triangle, remember? On the — good, exactly,” Eddie nods and keeps strumming. “And to C, slide down to the first fret… 1, 2, 3, to E minor, yep, 1, 2, 3, 4.” The last notes fade into the slightly stale air of the practice room. “Good job! You did a lot better with your chord transitions this time. We’re about out of time for today, but try and practice that verse and chorus at home, okay? And then we’ll see about that bridge next week,” he tells her.

She nods with a big gummy smile. “Okay!” Eddie helps her put her guitar back in its case and walks her back out to the little waiting area they have behind the lessons desk. It’s honestly a little cramped, but before they hired him, he hadn’t even known that Guitar Center offered lessons at all, so it makes sense. He sends the girl off with her parents and a promise to practice every day before he slides behind the desk to check his schedule for his next student.

Usually he has a half hour gap on Wednesdays that he uses to practice for his band or chat with his coworkers, but today there’s a new name on the schedule: Steve Harrington.

“Huh,” he mutters. His manager hadn’t mentioned any new sign-ups to him. Maybe it was from online? With a shrug, he settles in to wait for the guy to show up. It’s 5:57, so he’s still got a few minutes.

After a minute or two of dicking around on his phone, someone calls out, “Hey, Eddie!”

He looks up to find his 6:30 student standing in front of him, an excitable kid named Dustin Henderson. He’s fun to chat with, and Eddie looks forward to his lessons — especially since it’s an opportunity to get yet another young mind hooked on metal. Sure, he’ll play and teach whatever is required, but he’ll never forget his one true love.

“Henderson,” Eddie responds, standing up and leaning against the pillar bracketing the desk. “You know your lesson is in half an hour, right?”

“I know!” He replies, chipper as ever. “I’m after him!” He jerks a thumb back behind him, and Eddie finally notices the most beautiful man he’s ever seen standing behind Dustin.

Dear god. If this is his new student, he’s absolutely fucked.

“Hi,” the man says, extending a hand when it becomes clear Eddie is incapable of forming words. “I’m Steve.”

Eddie forces himself to act normal and grabs his hand, shooting him a smile that he hopes comes off as confident. “Eddie,” he replies. “Munson. I play guitar.”

“I’d sure hope so,” Steve jokes, eyes dancing, and Eddie is fuuuuucked. Completely and absolutely. How is he going to be able to be alone with him in a tiny practice room for a whole half hour? 

“Well, you’re in luck,” Eddie says, kind of operating on autopilot while his brain reboots. “It’s. Guitar Center.” He mentally facepalms and claps his hands together, spinning and walking them back towards the practice rooms. “So, Steve, what brings you here on this fine day? Are you Dustin’s… dad?”

Usually, his mom is the one to drive him and wait in the lobby, but it’s not out of the question that Steve could be his stepdad or something, with their different surnames. He seems around Eddie’s age, but maybe he’s just into milfs or something? 

He can’t be single. The universe is never that kind to Eddie.

Dustin bursts out laughing. “My dad? Dude, he’d had to have had me at like, twelve!”

Eddie flushes. “Well, I don’t know!”

“He’s my brother.” Steve swoops in and saves him from embarrassment. “The Hendersons took me in when I was sixteen, that’s why we have different last names.”

Eddie nods. “Oh, cool. So I assume Dustin got you to take lessons too?”

Steve laughs a little, just when Eddie thought he could finally cope with his unearthly beauty, the dick. “Yeah, he’s dead set on us starting a family band or something. I told him I could just dust off my piano skills, but he insisted. Little twerp.” He goes to ruffle his brother’s hair, and Dustin expertly ducks — clearly a common occurrence in their household.

“Cool,” Eddie says again. “Well, you ready to get started?” 

Steve nods, and Dustin goes to look around the store and mess with the DJ equipment. 

“So, you said you played piano? How long ago was that?” Eddie asks as he ushers him into the practice room.

“Oh, years and years. My parents made me take lessons when I was a kid, stopped in middle school, so it’d have to be… ten years or something now? Eleven? Jesus, I’m getting old,” Steve answers.

Eddie laughs. “Oh, trust me, I get it. Every time I say I’ve been playing guitar for over a decade a little part of me dies.” They share a laugh as they both get situated on their matching stools and guitars on their laps. “So that’s a little bit about me, that I’ve been playing for over a decade. I didn’t go to school for music or anything, but I’m in a metal band in my free time, and I like to think I have a pretty good understanding of music theory and techniques after all this time, so don’t worry, you’re in good hands.” It’s easier than he’d expected to slip into his practiced first lesson spiel, but he’s still hyper-focused on Steve’s reactions, taking in every hint of a smile. “I’m actually self-taught, so I learned basically by just watching YouTube tutorials and spending a lot of time on Ultimate Guitar,” Eddie explains with a wry smile. 

“That’s really cool,” Steve says, impressed. “I could never do that.”

“Well, that’s what I’m here for, right?” It’s a familiar back and forth to Eddie. Maybe he can do this. “I like to run my lessons the same way — instead of learning some random two-measure exercises from a book, we learn songs that you want to learn, and through that we can learn some new chords and strumming patterns and techniques. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” Steve says. “That was always the worst part of piano lessons. The music was so boring.” His nose wrinkles in distaste.

“Awesome,” Eddie says, and pulls out his phone, already open to his notes app. “So, what kind of music do you want to learn?”

“Uh.” Steve pauses. “I, uh, I listen to a lot of, um, pop? And, like, indie? Kind of just top forty radio type stuff.” 

Eddie nods as he writes that down. “Cool, cool. Any artists or songs in particular? Or just pop as a whole?”

“I dunno,” Steve admits. “I like most of the popular stuff. Oh, there’s this one artist my friend has been getting me into — Chappell Roan?”

“Nice,” Eddie responds, somehow managing to keep from jumping with joy that he might actually have a chance with this guy if he listens to gay people music. 

“You don’t… mind?” Steve asks hesitantly. Eddie looks up at him, confused. “I just mean, you don’t exactly look like you would love all that girly pop music.” He waves a hand at Eddie’s Metallica shirt, ripped jeans, and patch-covered vest. 

Eddie shrugs. “Well, maybe, but it’s my job. You wouldn’t believe the amount of Swifties I’ve got, I couldn’t avoid it if I wanted to. And I mean, it is pretty catchy,” he concedes, if only to see Steve smile again. “And,” he continues, “even better, really easy to play.”

“Oh, good,” Steve laughs.

Eddie pockets his phone and reaches for his folder, taking out a sheet of empty chord diagrams. “So usually for a first lesson, we just learn a few basic chords, and then get started with our first full song next week, sound good?”

Steve nods. “Yep.”

“Great.” Eddie sets the sheet on the stand in front of them and pencils in two little dots on the first diagram. “Here’s our first chord. This is called an E minor. You wanna put your first finger on the second string…”

He goes on to teach Steve an E minor chord, then a C chord, then a G chord, and by the time they’re done learning D, Eddie thinks that Steve’s fingers are going to haunt his dreams. He’s not mad about it. Just sad that he won’t be able to see them in person again for a whole week.

They make their way through the lesson, stumbling from one chord to another, but by the end of the thirty minutes, Steve is already doing pretty well with his chord transitions. Eddie’s honestly impressed. He drops him off in the lobby and exchanges him for Dustin, who is bouncing up and down with excitement.

“How was he,” he bursts out as soon as the door is closed.

Eddie snorts. “He was good. Just learned a few chords.”

Dustin waits expectantly. “And?”

“And what?”

“And how was he! Like, was he excited? Did you have a good time? Are you guys gonna be friends now?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes fondly and takes a seat. Technically, he’s not supposed to be actual friends with students, or even talk with them outside of work, but with Dustin and now Steve, they don’t feel like paying customers so much as friends he’s doing a favor for. “He was good. I’m sure he’ll tell you in the car on the way home.”

Dustin groans. “Come on.”

“You come on. You better have been practicing, show me what you’ve been doing.”

With that, Dustin drags himself to his seat, and the lesson goes great from there, both of them distracted from Steve by the intricacies of Stairway to Heaven.

When he brings Dustin out, he’s almost taken off guard by Steve waiting for them. In just half an hour, he’d already forgotten his stunning resemblance to a Greek god. It’s honestly unfair for his memory to do that to him. 

“Hey,” Steve greets them. “Had a good lesson?”

“Obviously,” Dustin scoffs.

“He did great today,” Eddie tells him, “And so did you. Just remember to practice, alright? Gotta build that muscle memory.”

Dustin rolls his eyes, too used to hearing it, but Steve nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, of course. See you next week?”

It’s a simple phrase. He says it every day. It’s a contractual obligation that yes, he will see them next week. But when Steve says it, it feels like a promise. Eddie can’t wait to fulfill it.

“Yeah,” he breathes, mesmerized by the way the fluorescent lights bring out the green in Steve’s eyes. “See you next week.”

Steve smiles and turns to leave, picking his way through the aisles of musical miscellany. Eddie can already hear Dustin interrogating him about his lesson. He leans back against the wall with only one thought in his mind: only seven days until he gets to see Steve Harrington again. 

He’ll be counting every single one.

[ushis-gushy]

Hear me out

Picture this:

(Also sorry if anyone’s personality is wrong. My brain gave me a rush of ideas and I wanted to write something down)

After the whole saving Mile’s dad thing had happened (idk how it just is), Gwen and Miles talk things out in their relationship. It turns out Miles confused admiration for his friend with affection/love, and they end up being friends still. Over the time, the spider gang (Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr) gotten closer. They’ve traveled to each others universe, staying/sleeping over at said universe, and stealing/borrowing each other’s clothing. Thanks to Hobie making his own specialized watches. Miles starts falling in love with Hobie first. He loves the sound of Hobie playing his guitar whenever the gang just needed a time of silence and peace. He fell in love with Hobie’s personality. His smirk. His smile. His everything. And then he fell in love with Pavitr. He loved how kind he was. How passionate he was about certain things (cough cough “it’s just chai not chai tea” cough cough). Not to mention his hair! Miles doesn’t know it’s ok to crush on two people at the same time but his bestie, Gwen is there to convince him it’s fine. 

It’s been awhile and Gwen is just a supportive pillar for Miles to trust and talk to. She hears his multiple rants about Pavitr and Hobie. (Miles: Gwen they are so fine I just- *grabs a pillow and screams in it Gwen: *sweatdrops)

She has tried to convince Miles to confess, but Miles denys saying Hobie is into Gwen (even tho she, herself, said that they weren’t like that) and Pavitr is still dating Gayatri (which he is but Gayatri is fine with an open relationship if it keeps the other happy (goes both ways))

Awhile ago, Hobie and Pavitr are just hanging out at Hobie’s universe when it suddenly came out that he was into the other male. Hobie was fine with it, but he admits that he also liked Miles. Pavitr looks surprised but he just gasps and jumps up yelling, “omg I do too!” They both then came out to Gayatri that they were dating and she was chill about it. They also simultaneously agreed to give little hints to Miles that they were into him, but Miles being oblivious sometimes, thinks it was just  a friendly gesture. 

Currently, the whole gang plus Gayatri (who, yes, has a watch as well) are hanging out in Mile’s universe. Everyone was doing something. Pavitr was walking around with his imaginary dog tail wagging around fast. Hobie and Gwen tailing behind him talking. And Miles and Gayatri having a conversation. During the walk around his universe, Miles flet a bit worried as Gayatri was staring intently at him not saying anything for awhile. She blinks and then says, “You like Pavitr don’t you?” Miles turned into a strawberry and shook his head no, “No! Nope! Just good old friends! Haha!” It’s no surprise she just gave him a blank stare. Miles sighed knowing he could not run away from this said, “Yes, who wouldn’t? (He’s just so fine 🤧)” She looked away from Miles and looked at Pavitr, “I get it. Also you do know that I’m fine with you dating him as well.” Miles was confused and surprised and before he could question her on what she said his phone rung. (Ay~, Ay~, Ay~, I’m your little butterfly 😌)

He quickly picked it up and he’s met with the voice of his roommate, Ganke.  (Ganke: what’s up bestie 😩 Miles: what’s up! 😙 (If only…))

They talked for a few, turns out Ganke had found a cool event, open to the public, where it was a fair full of music, art, and mini games. There also was an event that allowed people to draw or graffiti on a wall. At the end, Ganke said he was going to terrorize children now and Miles thanked Ganke and said that he’d be there soon and to stay out of trouble for now. Ganke sarcastically said, “Ok, Love you, mom” (cause why not?) And Miles smiled, rolling his eyes and said, “Love you too” and hung up

Pavitr and Hobie heard that and got jealous. Gwen asked, “Who’s that?” Miles responded, “Ganke, he found a cool fair/event happening right now and invited us.” Gayatri nodded and looked excited, “Oh fun! Will there be games?” Miles nodded and led them to the venue.

Pavitr and Hobie looked at each other and decided to confess to Miles before this Ganke fella fully stole him away from them. 

I have so many ideas, lemme know if you want a part 2

[padmerrie]

Happy Birthday, Kakashi! No matter what universe you're in, you'll always be the best dad. <3

ᓚᘏᗢ    ᓚᘏᗢ    ᓚᘏᗢ    

“Ah,” Kakashi said over his shoulder as he stood over the stove.  “I was wondering when my little intruder would emerge.”

Sakura eyed the bacon crackling in the frying pan.  “You thought someone broke into your house and your weapon of defense was to serve them a home cooked breakfast?”

“Are you questioning my methods?”

“Not if it means I won’t get to eat any of this.”

“Then help yourself to some coffee, friend.”

Sakura shuffled over to the coffee pot, twisting her wet hair into a loose knot.  She opened the cupboard above the sink and considered the collection of mugs.  Eventually, she fished out one tucked away in the back.  She set it down on the counter and made a beeline to the coffeepot.

Kakashi gave the cartoon dog flipping him off and saying “Fetch this” a sidelong glance.  “Bacon will be done in a minute.”

“Great.”  Sakura topped off Kakashi’s mug - a simple yellow one with the words “Go Sports Ball!” written in bold red letters - before heading to the refrigerator.  

As she pulled out the cream, Tabi trotted past her and leapt onto the counter next to Kakashi, paying no mind to the steaming opportunity sitting tantalizingly close to the counter’s edge.  Instead, he planted himself by the stove and stared at the bacon sizzling in the frying pan.  Hypnotized.  

Kakashi glanced at him.  With his free hand he took a crispy strip of bacon from the plate on the opposite side of the stove, took a bite, then offered Tabi what was left.  Just like that, the cat snapped out of his trance and chomped at it, narrowly missing Kakashi’s fingers.  

“Wow,” Sakura said, standing by the open refrigerator door, stunned.  “That was so… civil.”

Kakashi prodded the bacon in the frying pan with his spatula and said sagely,  “All great relationships need a strong foundation.”

“Relationship?” Sakura said, popping open the carton and pouring cream into her mug until its contents turned from an inky black to warm, golden brown.  “When did that happen?”  

“About three weeks after Sasuke left for college.  Lives were at stake.”  

“Bacon, huh?”  Sakura thought about Ino and imagined her presenting her library crush with a platter teeming with bacon.  “Usually they say trust and communication are the pillars upon which healthy, lasting relationships are built.”

“You can’t buy trust and communication at the grocery store.”  Kakashi turned the burner off with a flick of his wrist and set down the spatula.  “Can you grab the butter?” 

Sakura reached back inside the fridge, returning the carton to the top shelf and pulling out the ceramic butter dish.  When she turned around, she nearly dropped it.

“How-?” she stammered, staring open mouthed at Tabi now perched on Kakashi’s shoulder. 

Kakashi strolled past her, coffee in one hand and the platter of bacon balanced on the other.  “Don’t tell Sasuke,” he simply said, and turned the corner into the living room.

Sakura let out a laugh of disbelief and shook her head.  She bumped the refrigerator door close with her hip, picked her mug off the counter, and followed Kakashi to the dining table. 

Laid out across the table was a whole lot more than bacon.  

“Was I really in the shower that long?” Sakura asked a little sheepishly as she took a seat.

Across from her, Kakashi shook his head, bringing his mug up to his lips.  “It’s ok.”

Sakura tried to smile, but even the heavenly smell of buttered toast and bacon couldn’t make her forget why she was there.  

She had thought she’d surrendered her dignity when she showed up at Sasuke and Naruto’s dorm with little more than a suitcase and a short list of options.  This belief had been mortifyingly disproven when Sasuke informed her that his suitemates - people Sakura had grown to like over the past month and thought liked her in return - wanted her out.  Even now, the truth still stung… but could she blame them?  She didn’t go to Yale, a fact she had to point out to Sasuke when he insisted on trying to change their minds.  Kind as the offer was, she didn’t think she could take any more humiliation.  That is, until Sasuke insisted she go home.  And by home, he meant his home.  His and Kakashi’s.  

Looking at the food laid out before her, she felt an all-too familiar pressure building up behind her eyes.  Distantly, she heard Kakashi set his mug down.

“Sakura,” he said, firm but gentle.

Sakura slowly looked up, meeting Kakashi’s intent gaze from across the table.  

“It’s ok.” 

Kakashi and Sasuke weren’t blood-related, Sakura knew this, but over time there were moments where she noticed that they shared the same eyes, where the force of their conviction threw open the windows to the soul and she’d catch a brief glimpse of a beautiful, unspoken truth: Sasuke may have been an Uchiha, but he inherited his heart from Kakashi. 

After a moment, Sakura nodded.  “Ok.”

A wisp of a smile sneaked up in the corners of Kakashi’s eyes.  “Ok.”  

bookends au

[luckykittens198]

When Your Dad is a Pillar of the Universe: snippets

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Random employee A: Urgh, my team expense is a bit more than the usual. We even have to cover maintenances with our own money.

Random employee B: Oh, why don't you ask Kim Rok Soo from team 1 for help? He is a whiz at that.

Random employee A: Really? Isn't he a bit scary?

Random employee B: It's fine if it was about this. Just ask him.

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A few moments later

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KRS: Here! (Slamming a wads of paper at the table) You can use this form for emergency maintenance reimbursement, and this form for regularly scheduled maintenance reimbursement.

Random Employee A: (gaped)

KRS: Also better filled this form to make sure the Finance Department can't deny your reimbursement requests. Ah, better filled in triplicate and passed it to the higher ups' secretary as well.

Random employee A: (wide eyes)

KRS: Do you get it??

Random employee A: Y-yeah. Thanks.

KRS: Listen, equipment maintenance is covered by the company. They just never tell us since they are stingy. Repeat after me, REIMBURSEMENT IS THE LIFE BLOOD OF EMPLOYEE WORKS

(Door bursts open)

LSH and CJS: (grabbing KRS's arms and left) Sorry about that!

Random employee A: what?

Random employee B: Yeah, that's KRS. The menace to Finance Dept.

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A few weeks before KRS joins the company

Disembodied Mr. Fool: Son, let me tell you about the magic of reimbursement

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[npcemi]

Welcome to my Meet Cute where Jason is a hopeless romantic whose inner voice is essentially a Jane Austen novel.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47612662/chapters/120002992

Jason was forced to dress up in a suit to attend a Wayne family gala for the Wayne Foundation scholarship. Jazz and Danny are scholarship students. Sam is forced by her parents to attend. Jason falls in love at first sight, sadly someone dressed like a spoiled trust fund brat is not Jazz's type.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. However, it is well known by those who know the Wayne family intimately, know that they exist in direct contradiction to this truth. Yet, those who attend these grand galas are so fixed on the idea that they are the pillars of this truth. Jason had come to find their shared delusion quite comical.

The mass appeal of allowing them such beliefs of a grandiose nature has made it so they can live their nightlife with ease. Even if it is nothing more than a fabrication. Bruce, the inevitable end of the man with a great fortune marked the start of a man of a generous heart with six children, five of whom were wards. A loving patriarch was a far more tasteful fabrication than that of a single bachelor with more adventurous tendencies.

Unfortunately being brought back into the fold meant that even as a rogue, Jason's presence would be required. In order to avoid the committee of vultures that is the Gotham socialite scene, Jason made his way toward the rear of the hall. Once he arrived at his destination after avoiding several greetings from overly ambitious social climbers, Jason found himself in the company of two rather odd individuals.

One, a young man, who if he was being honest with himself. Looks like a spitting image of Jason and the majority of his brothers. Jason really hoped this one does not come from a background comparable to his own or any of his siblings for that matter. Lest he has another sibling before the night is out.

The other is a young woman dressed in all black with bold black makeup and purple coloring on her lips. The two teens' mutual scowls of displeasure meant the three of them were of a similar opinion when it came to having their presence at the gala be forced upon them.

"I take it you two don't want to be here either?" Jason asks, watching the young woman begin to visibly shake with laughter. It's peculiar how the boy rolls his eyes as if Jason's intelligence was lacking for asking such a mundane and obvious question. If anything it shows him to have a rather crass and sardonic disposition. Jason was sure they could get along quite well.

"No, my parents dragged me here and I dragged Danny." The girl gestured to the boy, Danny, who nodded and voiced his descent only agreeing to come because of the intimate relationship between the two.

"Hey, we're in the same shitty boat. My adoptive dad made me come here too, the name's Jason." Jason said with a smile, happy he found some kindred spirits at this rather taxing spectacle. The girl introduces herself as Sam Manson. Having unfortunately grown up in these circles despite his rather humble beginnings. he has heard of the Manson family.

They are a family that is well known and has a humble fortune. One they owed to being descendants of the inventor of the deli toothpick cellophane-twirling device. They were more social climbers than committee vultures. Belonging to the group only by a small margin in comparison to the likes of the Wayne, Queen, Luthor, or Masters families. If Jason was being honest, the Mansons would fit in better with a group of mockingbirds, regardless of their own desires.

"Anything fun to do around here besides stand and talk?" Sam asked and Danny looked like he watched the last of the poor girl's brain cells leave her head.

"Sam, this is an event for rich fruit loops to kiss ass and your parents to try to find you a 'more appropriate' boyfriend." Jason couldn't help but snort at the way the boy mocked the elder Mansons. It was as unbecoming as it was necessary. It was well known the Mansons would consistently and continuously make an attempt to pair their daughter with any potential suitor. It doesn't surprise him that they would do so even when their daughter was clearly courting a boy the spitting image of any Wayne child.

Before Jason would be able to respond, a voice that sounded rather pleasant on the ear despite its exasperation, bellowed from nearby.

"Danny, Sam there you are, I have someone I need you to meet!" The woman had cerulean eyes and red-orange hair that fell to her shoulders like fine silk. She was in an emerald green dress that aggrandized her small athletic frame. However, any personal reverie Jason was engaged in was cut short by the woman and the man she had brought over for introductions.

"Danny, this is Bruce Wayne. He's the one who sponsors both of our scholarships." The girl was bright with glee not even noticing Jason's own downward turn. Something he was rather thankful for at the moment.

Bruce Wayne is as complex as he is simple. The mask of a loving patriarch, the mask of promiscuity, or the mask of the Bat. It never mattered because, in the end, no one knows which is Bruce's truth. It couldn't be the loving patriarch no matter the attempts to persuade otherwise. Those in the family knew his adventurous spirit had waned in the past years, now he preferred to spend his personal hours exclusively with Selina Kyle. If asked, Bruce would say it was the Bat that was his truest self, however, it didn't take a psychiatry degree and a stint at Arkham to know that the Bat was just another mask to hide his childhood traumas behind.

Bruce, Danny, and Sam all greet each other rather amicably. Though Danny whispers something hushed about being beholden to another rich froot loop who probably has a secret lair in his basement.

Jason's joyous laughter at Danny's correct assertion is cut off by a rather pointed glare from Bruce. It is however easy for Bruce and Jason to fall into a familiar rhythm as they do at these functions. They're able to maintain the facade of a happy family with polite conversation and occasional jabs. The woman, Danny, and Sam are surprised to learn Jason by all counts, is a Wayne. He was hopeful they can tell that he didn't quite fit with the usual Wayne pedigree. He denied the opportunity to encourage the notion when Bruce re-enforces the fabrication they used as coverage for their lesser-known activities. This is all in spite of what Jason was attempting to relay.

Jason never had the opportunity to correct such misconceptions. It was his fate to be cut off at the first utterance of his attempt by Mrs. Manson. Who decided that was the moment to come barreling into our conversation, much to the disdain of everyone in attendance.

“Sammy-Kins, I see you’ve met Bruce Wayne. Hello Mr. Wayne!” Her remarkable boldness and enthusiasm are truly something to behold, considering she found a way to strategically place herself so as to exclude Danny, the angel Jason had yet to know the name of, and himself from the conversation.

“Mrs. Manson It’s nice to see you, I’d love for you to meet my son Jason Todd-Wayne and two of the Wayne Scholarship students, Jasmine and Daniel Fenton.” Bruce repositioned himself, escorting the rest of us back into the engagement.

“Actually I go by Danny.”

“And I go by Jazz.” Jazz, that was this enchanting woman’s name. A woman who changed the very rhythm of Jason's heart. Whether that was for the best or not, will be an adventure all its own.

“I didn’t think Daniel had the grades for any scholarship, let alone one this prestigious.” Mrs. Manson tilted her head in an obvious slight on Danny’s intelligence. It is a shame the poor woman is under the delusion of her own over-estimated intellect. Any who managed to spend more than a few spare moments with the woman would see the fact clear as day.

“Oh my son Tim looked at Danny’s submission for aerospace engineering personally and was very impressed,” Bruce said with a smile that seemed to see through the slight the woman intended. The woman's scowl was soon becoming a source of joy, never in his life had he met someone so disagreeable and so desperate. Social climbers like her usually were better at being more subtle and significantly more polite.

“While grades do play a part, the Wayne Foundation is very understanding of exigent circumstances that may hinder a student’s grades,” Bruce added to the conversation. Bruce took great pride in his understanding and charitable reputation. This is one area Jason, unfortunately, can’t find fault in, after all, he was a common thief when he was taken in by Bruce.

“Well, that is very kind of you, Mr. Wayne. Sammy-Kins why don’t you and Jason go find a spot to talk, or maybe we can arrange another time you two can…” Bruce correctly guessed the group's collective discomfort with what Mrs. Manson was trying to accomplish.

“I’m sure my son can arrange his time how he sees fit Mrs. Manson,” Jason had to admit he was relieved that Bruce stepped in when needed. However, any future heroics on Bruce’s end when he received a notification on his phone. He gave Jason a familiar nod before making a quick exit. Mrs. Manson deterred from further advances by Bruce’s exodus from our conversation, also made her leave. Unfortunately, that meant Jason also had to take his leave. The other side of the Wayne family duality calling.

“I’m sorry to leave you guys hanging, but I gotta go, although before I clear out, Jazz, did you wanna grab coffee tomorrow, if you're still in Gotham that is?” Jazz’s sheepish reply to his advance was adorable as it was heartbreaking.

“I’m sorry I can’t.” In his heartbreak, Jason clearly lost any and all ability to form an intelligent thought. The only word that came out of his mouth was “oh.” Her brother took the opportunity to further his pain by rubbing salt in the crevice forming in Jason's heart.

“Sorry my dude, you’re just not her type. She’s into bad boys who wear leather Jackets, ride motorcycles, and are likely to commit a violent felony.” Sam continued Danny’s malice upon his emotions, “Jazz really isn’t into spoiled rich kids with daddy issues.”

[celaenaeiln]

I just finished Forever Evil and I think it’s insane how this man who even though is a parallel for Batman is still not Bruce and yet he shares the same codependency to his Dick, just like Bruce is lmao 😂 I’m starting to think that Damian is the only Wayne who have a healthy relationship with Dick, and that’s because it’s Dick himself who mentors & takes care of him 😂

YES YES YES!!!

I'm so glad you noticed!!

Dick isn't just made for Bruce okay, he was made for the Wayne family.

Like this is actually canon!!

Telos - the AI who was the one who used his powers to cause the convergence of the multiverses in Convergence - says this

Convergence Issue #4

"Your Batman. He died protecting you. Or trying to. The bond between you and Bruce Wayne echoes in every reality."

And he's right. Well, almost.

Convergence Issue #4

THOMAS WAYNE LITERALLY WENT FROM "I don't care if you die" to "I'M BLOWING MYSELF UP TO SAVE YOU. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR LAST NAME IS, IT'S WAYNE NOW BISH" in two seconds flat.

Convergence Issue #2

And the thing is Bruce's dad and Dick didn't even know each other until like an hour ago but instantly Thomas Wayne was taken by him.

Ofcourse you have Bruce's brother too who also loves Dick

Justice League (2011) Issue #25

"In another world, you called me the brother you never had. And you were the brother I always hoped for."

Which is a pretty big thing given what he did to Bruce:

Justice League (2011) Issue #25

But does it end there? Is Thomas Wayne Jr's twisted desire to have Dick by his side again the finale of the show? NO BECAUSE IT ISN'T EVEN THE CLIMAX

He murdered Dick's parents just so he could have Dick bond with him. He crossed to a whole another world because he was driven mad with grief at not having Dick by his side

Justice League (2011) Issue #25

You know what this means? If Bruce hadn't reached Dick in time, then Dick would be Talon on Owlman's earth again. His intent here isn't just fixing his earth as he claims to Dick. No, his real intent is the unspoken thoughts in the Owlman text.

But you know what's kinda freaky? Bruce on another world has done the exact same thing as Owlman. Owlman has watched Dick for a long time and then killed Dick's parents. This Bruce Wayne didn't kill Dick's parents but -

The All Star Batman and Robin, the Boy Wonder Issue #1

"Yeah, I've had my eye on him for awhile."

Bruce, can you make it sound any creepier and stalkery?

Aside from the general creepiness of observing Dick, they do have the same codependency issues. Now that you bring it up, Thomas Wayne Jr's mental state relied on Dick's happiness and exitence and Bruce's does too -

Detective Comics (2016) Issue #1074

When Bruce gets possessed by a demon, in the safety of his mind, he goes back to two memories he cherishes dearly, two memories where he uses as pillars of strength his dad and the Dick.

When Dick is killed by the monster in his mind, the light in Bruce's head literally goes out. He then goes to the worst place and time in his mind - his parents' death. I seriously cannot overstate the importance of Dick to him.

He and Dick are connected in every universe.

Damian undoubtedly has the healthiest codependency relationship with Dick. Unlike Thomas who died for him, Thomas Wayne Jr who killed for him, Bruce who lives off him, Damian needs him in a way that doesn't drive Dick crazy lol. For now.

In the future if Dick dies though,

Batman (1940) Issue #666

So....

the entire Wayne family's kinda crazy about Dick.

[tiredlilguy]

Oda hc’s that i started last night and am finishing while im on the train:

look at my man.. im in love with him

- I’m married to him

- has piercings. Just normal lobe piercings, but he did consider getting more at one point.

- human heater, rly warm all the time

- sleeps in boxers, no shirt on (the day I picked up dazai spoilers, but when he went to go see who was in front of his door, he had to put a shirt on first)

- anxious sleeper, is a light sleeper and will have soft jazz playing in the background, if he's in a comfortable place where he feels 100% safe, then he'll knock out instantly

- has the best sleep schedule out of anyone in the BSD universe, but he also is just awake at 3AM for some reason

- his footsteps are always quiet, u cannot hear him even if he was walking behind u, one time scared the shit out of Dazai and now dazai always looks behind him when he turns the lights off in his room

- will shit talk ppl in the mafia if he’s tipsy, he’s a gossiper fs fs

- if you are walking behind him and slowing down and your in a group of people together, he’ll stop and wait for you to catch up

- stands on the side of the street where the cars are and put u on his other side

- holds hand out for you to grab if your getting out of a vehicle or a surface: like stepping in front of you at the train station so you can grab his hand before stepping off, or opening your car door and helping you up by offering his hand

- he’s actually… really fucking sassy, at least that’s how he feels deep down, but just ends up being too stoic because that’s just how he is

- fav genre of music is jazz

- he’s gotta be buff to some extent, there’s no way that he isn’t

- he can sew rly well

cats follow him, even if he isn't giving them attention, they just follow him anyways. one time showed up to lupin with like 3 cats behind him and didn't notice until Dazai and Ango mentioned it

hands are extremely calloused and rough, but his touch is always gentle

his hands shake when he colds a gun ever since he swore off killing

has jewlery that he wears (I think i said in another post, but he definitely wears rings and has pierced ears), all of his jewlery is stolen from his old assassin jobs and he originally took them just for the extra money, but ended up wearing them in the end

can be impulsive, the only reason why he has pierced ears is because one night he woke up and felt the need to do something (he took one look at a sewing needle and then took it and went to the bathroom to pierce his ears)

has a motorcycle license, is certified to operate different vehicles (boat, bus, RV, forklift... etc.); for what reason did i think of this,,, i just think he had a lot of jobs that involved driving until he decided to work as a mailman

was mute for a long time because he had no one to talk to for a while

does that dad thing where he knocks on pillars and lightly jumps up and down on floorboards to make sure it's steady

he lives in an apartment that he got from a nice man who happened to own a apartment complex who saw him sleeping in an alleyway and offered him a place to stay

can do magic tricks... one time did it to save dazai from getting caught and oda was able to hide a key under his sleeve (idk if this makes sense)

I'd add more, but i'm sleepy and hungry. hope u enjoyed :D

[yourmomni]

The Kids Of The Sun

A/n : I had fun writing this and I hoe you enjoy it and this is based off of percy jackson and that universe

P.S. part 2 will be put here when done

The arrow grazed my cheek hitting the tree beside your head. You looked at your friend in anger “ Niki really.” she rolled her eyes lowering her bow. “ I told you to move out of the way, it's not my fault you don't listen.” she snatched the arrow out of the tree, putting it in her carrier.

I followed her down the hill towards the river, “ Can you hurry up you’re pissing me off with how slow you're walking? I'm not carrying you if we fall behind again.” I pouted, hurrying down the hill and making it beside her. The sun was just now rising as we made it to our destination, Niki took a picnic blanket out of her bag and laid it on the ground where we sat.

It was our tradition to watch the sun rise on our first day of camp ever since we first met. Niki was from New York while I was from California so there was no way for us to ever cross paths, until we both turned 13.

My school wanted to take the 8th graders on a trip to New York to see Hamilton on Broadway and I was picked to be one of those lucky kids. What wasn't mentioned was that by the time i would get there the theater would be torn apart by a flying fury.

I was hiding under the piano on stage when i saw a girl my age grab the mop, breaking the bottom part off and started swinging the stick around trying to distract the fury.

“ He's coming for you.” The fury repeated over and over again “ Run.” the girl yelled at me but I was too frozen to move. She looked over at me trying to see the person who dared to ignore her in a time like this, that's when the fury decided to take a swiped at her. But niki had quick reflexes; she swung back the stick, knocking the beast in the left wing. I stared at her in shock

“ You're strong.” She rolled her eyes at my comment and grabbed my hand, yanking me from under the piano and running for the doors. The beast groaned, getting back up, Niki flung the doors open and we ran all the way to the nearest subway station resting on the benches catching our breath. “ What was that?” I gasped for air trying to steady my breathing. “ I don't know but I think we lost it.”

Niki looked at the map. “ what are you doing?” I asked her if she squinted her eyes. “ Thinking of a plan, that thing knows what we smell like it knows who we are and how to find us we have to get as far away as we can.” I nodded. I started looking at the sound and noticed there were no people in the station. “ Um, is it usually this empty?” I asked her and she quickly turned around seeing the station empty. “It found us.” we heard a low growl coming from the top of the stations stairs

“ Give me your jacket.” she whispered. I widened my eyes. “ What, no, my dad just bought this for me.” she snatched the jacket off throwing it on the subway tracks and I gasped. She pulled me behind a pillar where we hid.

“On 3 we run towards the stairs back up to the streets. Once we get there we try to find the ferry so we can ride it to Queens. We should be safe then.” I nodded and saw the monster sniffing the ground. Going down on the tracks.

“ I can smell you half-bloods from a mile away '' I tightened my eyes shut feeling the tears fall on my cheeks. The girl beside me grabbed my hand i looked at her and she was mouthing to me the count down

“ Your parents can't save you now.”

“One…two…three.” we dashed towards the stairs running as fast as we could. The girl was in front yelling at me to hurry until I felt something grab my leg. I screamed out in pain as the monster clawed at my leg trying to pull me back down the stairs. The girl grabbed my hand pulling me away, she was strong but the monster was much stronger.

I kicked it in the eye making it groan and cover it with its hand

Plant your feet and pull my child

Niki heard the voice in her head say. One she's heard many times but today it was different, it was more clear.

Feel the fury in your heart

Niki felt her hands turn hot and she planted her feet pulling as hard as she could, the Furys grip on the girl was wavering but Niki was growing tired. “ I can't hold on.” she groaned out

Out of the walls she noticed smoke was flowing out of it and around her. The monster began to scream out in pain and let go of the girl.

Niki looked down at her feet and saw her shoes were smoking and burning, she quickly kicked them off

“ Come on let's go.'' She snapped back into reality and quickly grabbed the girl's arm throwing it over her shoulder running towards the exit. Once the made it the both began limping to the nearest ally. Niki laid the girl on the wall and niki flopped next to her. “ I don't think we can hide here it's too open.”

i panicked trying to stand back up but winced at my foot in pain seeking the blood trail down into my black mary janes.” Oh no im on a field trip im totally getting expelled for this.” i laughed a little. The girl beside me was looking at me. “ Well looks like we have to stick together then huh.” I nodded. “ i'm niki.” she extended her hand. I smiled “ Niyah.” From the distance we could see a figure walking towards us. Niki put a protective arm over me grabbing the metal rod that was leaning on the trash can beside us. She was read to fight.

“ You girls look like you could use some help.” A older looking guy with a beard said looking us to. He had kind eyes as he kneeled down to us. He looked down at my leg reaching his hand out to touch it. I flinched back but he reassure me everything would be okay. “ he reached back down and his hands began to glow healing my wound. “ not the craziest thing i’ve seen today.” niki said staring at the guy. He smiled at us. “ I'm Dionysus but my friends call me Bacchus .” my eyes widened.

“ LIke the god. He nodded. '' exactly like the god, exactly like your parents.” me and Niki look at each other thinking about what we just got into.

And that's how we met. 5 years later and were still attached at the hip, always looking out for each other. " When was the last time you communicated with your father?" I asked niki, she shrugged, " a week ago he was watching me at my last taekwondo match, and said it made him proud." I smiled at her.

Niki was one of the few kids of ares that kept in contact with the raging god. " What about you? Have you talked to your mom." I nodded " Yeah we met in the garden the other day briefly."

Being one of the daughters of Persephone had its perks. You could control nature which was really cool since the camp was surronded be nature .

I never went into depth with my gifts since I was always too scared to. Your mom had her secrets and you had yours

We heard the horn blow signaling newcomers were entering the camp.

"Ohhh it seems like there's a lot of newcomers." We looked behind us where the camp was.

" Come on, let's go meet them." I hopped up grabbing her hand we walked back to the camp see everyone crowded by the gate

" What's going on?" I asked, trying to look over the crowd. " Apparently one of them is a descendent of the big three."

Niki and I looked at each other " The prophecy ."

We tried to push through the crowd to get to the front. I waved my hand to push a couple of Apollo kids out of the way.

We made it to the front and there were 3 boys standing there. They looked older than regular newcomers, their clothes were dirty and mudded up, one of them had a rip on their jeans. Dionysus and Lupa were talking to the 3 boys standing there.

" Everyone calm down, you'll be able to meet the newcomers in a second just give them some space."

I whispered to niki" They look horrible." She nodded. " Yeah they're being hunted like animals, one of them is definitely one of the big three."

One of the boys nodding then ushered them to follow behind dionysus. " Thank you sir." He said he then looked back at the crowd and I locked eyes with him, his gaze made my body shiver. " I think I know who it is."

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