#before she came to the realization lollll

[ieatcerealboxes]

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[munsonsreputation]

THIS LOVE

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: [2.3K]

warnings: no use of y/n, SOUL MATES / ONE TRUE LOVE (these fuckers are madly in love with each other), brief mention of breakup (literally they end up together so it's fine lollll), just a bunch of fluffiness!!!!!

summary: you used to think that summer was just three months out of the year, but with steve you realize that it's forever. and while you never really had him for forever in the past, you both come to realize how far you've come and why this love meant so much.

In the vastness of the water, there stands your boy, crowded in an expanse of clear blue water and surrounded by shades of tall green and oak in the distance. It’s been years since you’ve been to a beach with actual waves breaking the shore and fine sand getting lost between your toes, but this lake seems to make up for the lack of coasts in Hawkins.

The lake was always calm, never carrying your boy out too deep or coating his skin in the harsh film of salt when he came out. It welcomed him with a coldness that dissipated into warmth as he trekked in the water with the sun glowing against the surface, piercing through the reservoir.

You stood on land, pebbles and smooth rocks against your bare soles as you beamed broadly and watched him. His eyes set on the sky where clouds rolled on and on in blobs that he imagined as niche shapes and where the creatures flew over his head, chirping and fluttering soundly as they passed by.

But the most beautiful creature stood there watching him through the viewfinder of her polaroid camera not wanting to let the moment go to waste, capturing him like he was a scene that she needed to have engrained in her mind.

“You just gonna paparazzi me all day, or are you gonna get it, baby?” He exclaimed across the short distance from where he was from you.

You giggled, bringing the camera down as the soft whirring generated a fresh copy of the picture that you waved around in the air in hopes of it developing faster.

“Is it cold?” You sought out loud, letting your eyes tear away from his for a minute to see the photo developed perfectly, catching the scene that you would hang up on your bulletin board later tonight.

He swam closer to where you were, settling in the shallow where he stood in ankle deep water, letting the refreshing breeze brush over his damp skin.

“Just a little, but c’mon and I’ll warm you up.” He held out his arm, nodding with a promise that he wouldn’t let you freeze in the lake even if the sun was at its brightest, heating the water perfectly for you two.

“Okie dokie, Stevie.” You bubbled, crouching down to stuff the camera into the thick canvas bag and tucking the polaroid in the inner pocket to keep it protected.

He watched you straighten up, tugging at the waistband of your shorts and letting them fall next to the pile of his clothes. His t-shirt you were wearing was next, allowing your skin to breathe the fresh summer air and excitement as you strode over to him.

His cold hand clasped together with yours, giving you a half apologetic squeeze as you tip toed your way into the water, letting your feet get accustomed to the initial coolness before leading you in deeper until you were chest deep — for him just about near his ribcage.

“Feeling warm?” He proposed, looking down at where you had settled your cheek against his chest and wrapped your arms around his back.

You hummed pleasantly with your eyes closed. A light orange in your vision where the sunlight burned against your lids before it dulled out, having his hand land over your forehead, concealing you from the rays.

“Your gonna get sun burnt if you keep doing that.” He bantered, leaning down to place a kiss at the top of your head while his other hand stroked your back, occasionally twisting the strings of your swim top around his finger.

“At this rate, I’m sure I have sun damage,” you quipped followed by a grunt, and you could feel him shaking his head at you.

“That’s not possible. I make sure you’re coated in sunscreen and I make you reapply.” He assured you, looking back at the shore where the sunscreen bottle poked out of your bag having him smooth the contents all over your body just moments before he got in the water first.

You finally opened your eyes, grabbing at the wrist near your forehead and guiding it to join with yours, but not before pecking his fingertips sweetly. His heart skipped at the action despite it being something that you always did at some point in the day. A form of love and tenderness that was too difficult and sweet for him to word since it was his and his only.

“Thanks for looking out for my skin cells…they’re very thankful.” You smiled up at him as he chuckled and nodded earnestly.

“I’m sure they are, doll…wanna go out a little deeper?”

You don’t answer with words, just a simple smile, a little wider than the one you’re already wearing, and he gets his answer. You begin the retract from him, staying close enough where your legs rock against each other as you swim further into the lake, your feet no longer able to touch the ground beneath you, but thankfully Steve is there to let you wrap his legs around his hips as he settles back up.

He’s about neck deep now and with your arms around his, terrified that you weighing him down, but you aren’t. He wants to keep you afloat out here, and he’ll happily do so until you’re ready to head back to shore.

Summer has just begun, but it oftentimes leaves too swiftly for either of your likings. To you, summer used to be hot and sticky — uncomfortable to endure with the unforgiving Indiana fever that rolls through May and late August.

But your boy is summer personified.

A radiant sunrise and a glorious sunset.

Freshly picked fruit and artificial slurpees.

Wind sneaking through his bedroom window and sun beating down on his windshield.

Skipping rocks on the lake and climbing a tree to jump in it.

Thin white cotton tees and do-it-yourself cutoffs.

Elaborate picnics and impromptu diner dates.

Biking through town and driving with the windows down.

State fair rollercoasters and big teddy bear prizes.

A homemade fire pit to toast marshmallows and igniting fireworks.

Water balloon fights and lounging on pool floaties.

Heated make out sessions in the back of his car and ice cold showers.

Sleeping in half the day and going to bed at dawn.

Summer was Steve, and he was always going to be yours.

“What’re you thinking so hard about?” Steve poked at your quietness, drawing a hand up to your face, stroking the wet strands of hair behind your ear.

You shook your head, reassuring him with a smile, “Nothing important, just don’t want summer to end so soon.”

He chuckled lightly, tutting at your worry, “Honey, July just started. We still have a month and a half to go.”

More like forever.

“That’s not true,” you grinned shyly, tucking your face in the juncture of his jaw and neck, pressing kisses along his skin.

His fingertips pushed into the plush of your skin, holding you tighter as his chest bubbled with laughter and his mind wandered to curiosity.

“Hmm, really? Care to explain?”

You wished you could keep Steve a secret, just yours to admire with your own eyes, not wanting to give the world a glimpse at his sheer perfection — but that would be downright selfish. The people who he had in his life, including yourself, deserved to witness his authentic self, the one you really loved deeply.

And just like the lake you and Steve found yourselves in all summer long, it seemed that this was a place of sacredness for the both of you — a secret little oasis you two could run off to whenever you needed to get away from the hecticness.

But unlike the calmness of the lake, you and Steve weren’t always like this.

Madly in love, yes.

Peaceful and patient, no.

It took you both a while to get to this point in your love story that seemed to have started off as a tragedy to begin with. You and Steve carrying baggage from previous partners in which you both handed over to each other instead of leaving at the door. It resulted in restlessness and anxiety, scared that the other would do something similar that their past partners did to lose their trust.

Not that love was ever supposed to be easy, but you both knew your love couldn’t thrive in those conditions where the storm didn’t waiver and the darkness didn’t fade.

And so, as quickly as the tide brought Steve into your life, the current had swept him out again. You had to let him go because you knew you couldn’t love him the way he deserved and he couldn’t love you the way he wanted.

The sleepless nights filled with tossing and turning almost seemed relentless, as if it wouldn’t ever pass, but you both knew you weren’t supposed to just pass by each other’s lives like this.

It wasn’t how it was supposed to end.

“When I’m with you it feels like summer never really ends.” You settle for the short answer, whispering it in his ear before you move back to look at him.

He’s enamored and you can tell, yet you still find it surprising that he doesn’t believe someone could love him as much as you do. The way that your words that you mean with every ounce of your being still has an effect on him as if you wouldn’t drop everything for him.

“Yeah?” He asks stupidly like he believes you’re just making some bullshit up, but his grin lets you know he just wants to hear it again.

You roll your eyes playfully, nodding, “Yeah, Stevie. You’re my summer even when it’s fall or winter, and spring. You’re summer and mine.”

Like the hands that once let him go free, your arms dropped from around his body, swimming away deeper than you should. Yet this time he wasn’t gone and he was never going to be again. Wading closely behind you and showing up just in time as you bopped your head from underwater to take in a breath of crisp air.

His hands hooking under your arms and guiding you back to his chest where you giggled and hid your face. Your wet lips leaving dewy pecks over the patches of hair on his body and trailing up to his collarbone.

“You can’t get all shy on me after that, baby.” His voice is sickly sweet and teasing.

His fingernails faintly tickling your skin, making you thrash lightly in his grip, but not making any plans to move away from him because right here is where you want to stay forever. Every delicate touch he leaves upon your skin is a permanent mark that you never want to forget, similar to the kisses you leave on his fingertips and chest that he vows to memorize.

He holds you near with one arm supporting you as the other reaches behind your neck to keep you from hiding away in his skin because while he loves to feel your breathing so close; he loves seeing your face even more.

“You’re my wildest dream, you know that?” He reminds you like he doesn’t tell you all the time that he can’t believe that you're his.

You even find it hard to believe that he’s yours.

Like a sinking ship that was supposed to be doomed for worse that somehow rose above and made its way to its destination — that was the best way to describe the journey that you and Steve took to make it here.

Right where you two were wrapped in a sea of clear blue water that was serene and undisturbed. That while sometimes there was a ripple that passed by, it would ultimately settle and neither of you would have to be gone in order for it to simmer down.

“I know…and I love you so much. More than anything and anyone in this world.”

Your hands cradle his jaw and your lips place a kiss on his left cheek, landing them on the double freckles that lay side by side there. You’re pretty sure that while he has a million on his skin all over his body, these two are your favorite because they remind you of how far you both have come.

That at one point you kissed this same spot goodbye before you ran away thinking he was gone forever and nowadays you get to kiss it to remind yourself and him that you two were here for a reason.

He swallows before breaking out into a smile as big as his face would allow, a mirror of what you look like yet in his eyes more pleasing to him. He lets his hands tangle gently at the nape of your neck, tilting your face just right in order to slot his against yours, hovering over the silky skin where you can feel him whispering sweet words soft enough for only you to hear.

“I love you more than you could ever imagine.”

Your lips move in unison with his, never skipping a beat which is unlike your hearts that feel swarmed with so much love that they could combust right this instant. But instead, they stay in their cages, tethered and bound to each other because you both knew that you needed each other.

That even when the summer dwindled down and fall came to make the water colder, when winter froze over the lake, and spring finally began to defrost it — you still had your boy.

The never ending summer to your seasons. The sweetness to the autumn spice. The sun and warmth on the coldest days and nights. And the lush to the sprouting months.

So while you and Steve were never perfect, nor were ever going to be…

But the storm had passed.

It was glowing in the dark.

Back alive from the dead.

This love came back.

a/n: happy july and happy speak now tv month!!!! im feeling happier this summer and im also thinking a lot about the domesticity of summer (going to the lakes, beach dips, walks around the neighborhood, ect.) and i came up with this little thing. i hope you all enjoyed it and happy summer!!!!

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[willalove75]

Pls surprise us for a new fic🥹😭

-m

Do I still have to finish writing chapter 13 of Alcina's New Maid? Yes lollll but I've been struggling with writing anything the last few days (my period has been an asshole this month yayy -.-) and this suddenly hit me so lets go!

This is inspired by the incredibly talented @rosalynesimp's artwork Dreadful Love and her latest masterpiece Dreadful Love Part 2

Warnings: Death, blood, just fucking SADNESS

A/n: I cried writing this so before you read this just know I'M SORRY.

It's been one year. One whole year. One year since Alcina last held you in her arms. One year since she made the biggest mistake of her life. One year since she watched the light fade from your eyes.

It was an accident, she never meant to hurt you. You weren't even supposed to be there. You were supposed to still be in the village running errands, you weren't supposed to be back for another hour.

But fate had other plans. The stars aligned in all of the wrongs ways and you were ripped away from her, by her own hands.

Alcina remembers it clear as day, piles and piles of paperwork, phone call after phone call from Mother Miranda, her stress levels were at an all time high. It was a phone call from Heisenberg, of course it was Heisenberg, that sent her over the edge. She can't even remember what he said, whatever he called about didn't even matter the next day. But everything else that happened after that call will stay with Alcina for the rest of her eternal life.

It was the straw that broke the camels back, it was that phone call that made her snap. Her desk went flying, papers scattered across the floor. She was clawing at every painting, every wall. Alcina always had a temper, she was able to keep it under control up until a certain point and that day, she was shoved past that point.

She didn't hear the door open, she didn't know you came in. She didn't even know you were home.

You finished running errands early and you even had time to stop by the bakery to pick up Alcina's favorite pastries as a little surprise. When you got back to the castle you heard a crash and the sound of things being thrown around. As you walked towards her study you debated on going in, you've only seen her like this once before but you were able to calm her down. She only got like this when she was stressed to the max, extremely overwhelmed and you knew she hadn't been sleeping the last few days. Without knowing it you picked the perfect day to surprise her with her favorite comfort foods.

Slowly you opened the door, you knew you had to be careful, especially since you heard her claws ripping through the walls. After taking a step in you saw the carnage, her desk in pieces, papers scattered everywhere. Before you had another second to think you felt something pierce through your skin. Looking down you realize you had four massive claw marks across your torso.

Alcina was swinging her hands and clawing at everything in sight, the frustration and anger had become too much for her to handle anymore. On one backswing she felt her claws go through something, something soft. A chill she will never forget went up her spine.

The scream she let out shook the castle as she saw you collapse with four gashes across your chest. In a blink she was on the floor next to you, cradling you in her arms. She called for maids, for her daughters, praying to every god and deity she knew of to save you. You both knew it was too late.

Even to this day, she doesn't understand how you weren't angry with her. How you didn't hate her for doing this to you. She will never understand how you told her "it's okay, it was an accident." as the blood poured out of you. She never forgot how you seemed to be the one comforting her as you laid in her arms dying. Telling her over and over again how much you loved her, that you forgave her, until your breath was gone.

Apology after apology spilled from her lips, repeating the words "I'm so sorry, I love you so much" like a mantra. Hoping, praying that it would somehow save you or bring you back.

Alcina sat on the floor with you in her arms in a pool of blood and tears until your body was cold. She didn't know how long she sat there for, it could have been hours for all she knew.

Finally, she stood up, carrying your lifeless body. With each step she trembled but said nothing as she passed through the crowd that had gathered. She said nothing to her daughters that stood there, unsure of what to do for the first time in their lives.

She carried you outside to the willow tree, a place so sacred to the two of you. It was there you both confessed your love for each other. Never will she forget the look in your eyes when you looked up at her after she said you should live your life and travel the world. Without hesitation you replied "why would I do that when everything I want is right here? Alcina do you know how much I love you?"

All alone, with your body laying so peacefully on the grass, Alcina dug a grave and buried you under that tree.

One year. One year since the worst day of her very long life. Not a day went by where you didn't cross her mind. Not a day went by where she didn't regret what happened with every ounce of her soul. Never had she loved someone so deeply, so truly, and it's because of her that you were now gone.

At dusk she left the castle and sat against the willow tree. Her tears flowed as she rested her hand on your grave, wishing, hoping she can see you one more time.

"If there is a god, you will be somewhere wonderful, somewhere where you are happy. Somewhere where you are safe from monsters like me." She said through tears, staring up into the beautifully colored sky. "I love you, draga mea. I am so, so sorry."

When the sun finally set and the moon was bright in the sky, Alcina rose from her spot and gently dusted off her dress. She looked out over the vineyard for a moment and felt the wind pick up a bit. A leaf blew past her and she followed it, turning around to see a small swirl of wind and light and color in front of her.

Standing there too afraid to hope, she watched as the swirling took form and you stepped out in front of her.

"I must be dreaming." She said, her hands beginning to tremble.

"I can assure you my love, you are not." You said with that playful smile she loved so much.

"How- how are you- this can't be real." Alcina says as tears stream down her face.

You walk up to her and float up to her eye level. Gently you cup her face and wipe her tears away.

"It is my love. Although we don't have very long." You say, looking into her beautiful golden irises.

Alcina felt your hand on her face, she could see the sparkle in your eyes that she loved so dearly, she could smell you. You were really there.

Without hesitation Alcina wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you tightly into her. She nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck and sobbed as you held her.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I forgive you, it was an accident. Please don't blame yourself."

"I love you, I love you so much."

"I will always love you Alcina, always."

"I've missed you so much draga mea."

"I've missed you too Alci. I am never far away, I will always be with you."

Alcina pulls back and cups your face with both of her hands. You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and she pulls you in for a soft, passionate kiss. All of the air in Alcina's lungs disappeared when her lips met yours. Never again did she think she would be able to feel your lips on hers. Never again did she think she would get the chance to look into your eyes. Never did she think she would be able to tell you how sorry she was.

When the kiss ends you wipe away more of her tears and gaze into her eyes. The wind begins to pick up again and you know your time together is coming to an end.

You slowly float back down and interlace your fingers with hers.

"Our time is coming to an end my love."

Alcina nods as more tears fall. She doesn't want to let you go, not again, but she knows that she has to.

"I will always be with you, and when your time comes, I will be here waiting for you."

"How are you not angry with me?" She chokes out as the wind picks up more.

"Because I know you would never hurt me on purpose my love. It was an accident, I knew it then and I know it now."

"I love you draga mea."

"I love you too, my Alci."

You take a few steps back and your fingers slowly slide out from between hers.

"I will be waiting for you Alcina. I love you."

The wind swirls around you and you slowly fade into a beautiful blue light. As quickly as it happened, the wind dissipates and the light fades away, leaving Alcina alone, standing by the willow tree.

She looks up into the night sky and wipes her tears, thanking every god and deity for one more moment with you.

As she walks back towards the castle your words replay in her mind "when your time comes, I will be waiting for you." Alcina was an immortal being, you knew that. She isn't sure if you just meant you will wait for her forever, or if perhaps you knew something she didn't. Either way, if or when this life ends, she found comfort in knowing that you will be there on the other side waiting for her.

[yinyuedijun]

mao i'm tryign to be very Normal about how much joy talking about your youkai AU brings me but for accessibility's sake i'm not going to write this all in caps lock LOOL (thank you for your essay of tags!!! i'm sending an essay back!!!)

I didn't really have a backstory for Sakura's clothes beyond him getting them after being brought back into human society by Nirei because they saved an old lady and she lovingly made it for him as thanks

i like to think that sakura pulls an inuyasha and only refers to her as 'old hag' ASDFLKJG but he visits her as often as he can, and always with an armful of vegetables because he knows meat is too tough for her teeth :sob: <- this came to me as i was writing this ask alsdkfjg

BUT HIM CHOOSING TO WEAR STUFF LIKE WHAT HIS MOM DRESSED HIM IN? mao i choked back a SOB when i read that holy moly ravioli i love that..... :sob:

i didn't know that nirei has kitsune blood.... this is VERY interesting and i am turning that fact around in my mind òwó

LOVE the idea of suo playing a trick on him to turn it blond, maybe that's the first time it turns blond and the next time it happens bc of all the jujutsu training? nirei's all "alright suo can you turn it back now?" before he realizes that it wasn't suo's trickery this time!!!

anyway...... this is so much fun mao........ i'm looking forward to that knotting fic......... see you around space cowboy (ᕑᗢᓫ∗)

about this

WAHHHH thank you for this essay bitti <333 it was such a delight to read and I've been looking forward to replying to it all day!!! hehe

I LOVE THE OUTFIT BACKSTORY ???? HELP it's so fitting for sakura, esp when I think about how he's so prickly (yet helpful) toward all the elderly residents in canon 😭😭😭 like it's so in character of him, of course he'd pull an Inuyasha. and WAAAAGHHLDDJKD THE VEGGIES FOR HER ....please he's such a Good Boy I will cry. wanting my own reader character to give him a chance now because you just made me love him so much LOLLLL

and yes!!!! this was a "plot twist" in the fic I was never gonna write LMFAO but in real life, legend has it that abe no seimei had a kitsune mother. in the fic, abe no seimei is nirei's matrilineal ancestor. everyone in the current clan thinks the whole kitsune mother thing was just a myth because they feel and appear completely human - but this is only because they never had anyone training them to use their demonic abilities. however, suo trains nirei in such a way without even telling him about his ancestry 💀

SCREAMM I love that setup with nirei going blond 😭 he'd probably be so genuinely distressed at the weird hair colour too AGLDHSKS my man can never return to the imperial court now 😔

thank you for sharing all your ideas (they are SOOOOO good) and ESPECIALLY your art <333 I've started working on the knotting fic, hopefully it won't disappoint! 🫡

[calronhunt]

didnt want to be extra annoying and ask this on your art blog so ill settle for just being annoying.. was anything in wac inspired by the life series? like designs or well, anything! discovered ur stuff on youtube and went ooooh and then snooped through all the art i could find and was repeatedly reminded of the sillies that occupy my brain. sorry 2 be weird! ik its the worst question to be asked sorry but its hurting my brain wondering and not knowing

Aw shit ya caught me. I was gonna reveal this fact much later down the line bc ive been kinda open that WAC started out as an AU just not for what. Primarily the reason for secrecy is bc i don't want people to look at this story i put a lot of myself and my experience into and go "I can't believe you tricked me into reading about minecraft men" bc the story has expanded a lot past these intial inspirations.

So before i go into all the inspirations, I wanna make this perfectly clear. WAC's plot is almost completely original, baring some small scenes inspired by events in the Life series and the basic set up. It's a three act story that is mostly about me and my partners problems regarding abuse and personhood. The Life Series au was a starting point and it kinda spiraled out from that lollll.

(Also I saw your other ask and it doesn't bother me at all! Its been something ive wanted to talk about anyway simply bc i find the inspirations funny. Plus I promised myself if someone realized and asked I would talk about it. Also i just love talking about inspiration and seeing how you got from one thing to the next, maybe others would like the same.)

1. "Why are they cats?" This started as an au once again but i felt too embarrassed talking about it publicly as a mcyt au so I gave them cat designs. That's the only reason lol

Lain - Inspired primarily by 3rd life and lim life martyn in regards to both his devotion to the king (ren) and mariner (scott). Lain and Mariner originally started as Majorwood shipping cats but then became more about their unhealthy power dynamics and two people being stuck together it spiraled into what we have now! Especially since I believe Martyn killed Jimmy (Canary) in 3rd life? Or at least scott accuses him as such so that's where that came from.

Mariner - 3rd/lim life scott! His obsession with the sea, his name, his relationship to Canary, his ties to Lain, and his design is pulled from scott. That's about all that's similar now though. His personality is completely different. Hes a shitty fuckinh dude.

Canary - 3rd life Jimmy Solidarity but like fucking barely and just bc hes married to mariner (flower husbands). Took his name from the fandom calling him a canary because he always dies first and that's basically it. Also worked with the bird name theme i was starting to go with

The King - 3rd life ren but again fucking BARELY except for his relationship with Lain and being a king and trying to conquer shit. That's like. It.

Condor - he's just mr good times with scar. Hes like, the closest to his mcyt counterpart probably and im not even sorry. Took primarily from 3rd life and lim life once again though in regards to his relationship with Crane (Cleo), Warbler (bdubs), and Scout (Etho) (and also the fact the group is called the flock is a cheeky callback to the family being called the clockers)

Crane - stated above, Cleo, but only bc shes mom in the clockers family. Nothing else.

Warbler - limlife bdubs but again fucking BARELY. I think the bdubs skin is the most i drew on for her design with the fucked up eye and teeth.

Grouse - mr 3rd life grian. Dating condor because desert duo and feeling indebted to him for that as well. And just. Generally little guy vibes.

Scout - etho. Just for chill vibes. Dating Crabe because hes "dad" in lim life and dating Wolf (Joel) bc of double life halfslab.

Wolf - Primarily last life joel with the living alone in the woods thing and joel just being a like. Maniac in the life series with the murders and such. Dating scout again bc of double life. The her having canary's skull thing is just for my friend who is a big fucked up smallidarity shipper.

Sycamore, coal, and aster are original characters i made specifically for the story.

I would again like to state that the story is BARELY tied to things that happen in the life series, and its mostly my personal experiences and silly thoughts. The silly minecraft men were just the jumping off point and all of their arcs are original so there ya go <3

[exceptionalcameo]

18. After that 'okay' : Game mode activated. The performance she puts on when Jen and Billy show up; that's Wandavision level Agatha...putting on a show. I am mean and evil and campy.

19.side note. Jens shortened dress so cute on her.

20. Back to square one indeed

21.lol she so deserved to eat shit like that though lol

22.hehehheheh oops no more powers for you. So mad lol

23. Aww poor Jen

24. The way i laughed when they came out of those body bags...

25. "Don't steal her struggle." Lollll Agatha...

26. "no place like home" another Wizard of Oz drop 👌

27. Jennnnnnnn <3 growthh bbyyy (sidenote that pardohnn? XD)

27. Agathaaaaaaa bitchhhh lol 'oops'

but the fact that Jenn didn't know meant it wasn't their original beef : I STILL WANNA KNOW WHAT WENT DOWN BETWEEN THEM

Also jdjdhsj ma'am Jen is having an emotional moment could you not right now...we -collectively- were not prepared..i mean you do this shit all the time but WE ARE NEVER EQUIPPED TO DEAL WITH THE WAY YOU SAY SHIT

28. Pink. Not blue magic...like the colour of the road before the first trial...like BILLYS magic...and weirdly enough like Agatha's original coven's magic.

29. The way I hoped so hard Lilia would be saved when Jen disappeared because getting what you were missing meant you could leave the road...I know this was HER death but...I want more Lilia damn it

30."I wouldnt." - definitely lying "I wont." - ehhhh MAYBE...

31. Agatha Harkness Teacher time yayyyy

32. Of course she knows how many people die each minute lol

33."No Billy" comforting air because he can no longer hear her. 'Sometimes boys die' comforting herself because she can't get power if he's gone and so she can't leave the road unless she passes a made up trial on a road that doesnt exist by growing something in a place with no soil or water. And she isn't ready. She never will be. And she's alone.

34. Never enough. Never enough power. Never enough time.

35. Also was hoping Lilia saw the saving move because she was around to help : alas

36. Awww look at her learning from her coven(shame she didn't have them earlier -or in the next episode rather. They would have been exactly what she needed to maybe save Nicky. The irony that she kept seeking out coven after coven just to kill what could have saved him )

37. Lol that they can't get through a single fight without flirting..

38. Their touching heart to heart goodbye was so sweet and moving lol until SELF SERVING remember? Gotcha! Love her lol

39.sooo could they never kiss before? Or was there some kind of read between them where Agatha just had to agree to do it without words but in /intention/ which is kind of just it's own whole thing with magic.

Because if they couldn't kiss without Agatha dying....then Agatha going in for a kiss back on the road after Rio confessed her regret at hurting her.......!!!! That would mean she was ready to go. Ready to join Rio in death UNTIL Rio confirmed the boy wasn't Nicky but was Billy instead. Or maybe just until Rio kicked up old hurt and reminded Agatha she'd have to face Nicky in death but either way....she was so close, finally, to saying ENOUGH. Ooohoohoohoo

40. Despite the Nicky reminder...I do believe she did it as a calculated attempt to cheat the system. Because she knew Billy had the power, like Wanda, to make something from nothing...to bring people back from the dead...and he did it better without even realizing how he did it or that he did it.

41. Did Agatha decay like that because she was so old or (and I'm banking on this one) did Rio, The Green Witch of the cycle of life and decay, make a marker for her wife...a grave of natural beauty and decay for the keeper of her heart.

42. This poor fucker lol. Been through it...and back to Eastview and the Kaplans. What even did he tell them? The truth?

43. In a room full of reminders...oh SHIT. SHE TOLD HIM IN THE BEGINNING. And sending him away...she never planned to kill him : the others, sure. But never him.

44. Back to Teen: realizing it was his fault they died..that he killed his coven same as Agatha. And then this bitch is back as a GHOST LOL OF COURSE SHE IS

43. Loving the grey

(Don't think I'll have time to do the second episode tonight/morning : as it is w9rk is gunna be roughhh lol)

[jennamacaroni]

I am embarrassed to say that I was flipping through the channels, came a cross a hallmark Xmas movie, said “hmmm she looks familiar”, and IMDb’d it only to find out it’s the one and only JEAN FUCKING SMART

Such a fool 🙈

(pt 2) ALSO IN MY DEFENSE the tv was muted. I feel like if I was able to hear her voice I probably would’ve realized it was her before having to look it up

this is the second time in the past few days someone has come to me about seeing jean smart in something random on tv (the other being the freaking brady bunch movie lollll) and you know what? i love being that person to turn to. no matter the content, the thirst continues

[miracleonice87]

Thousand

a Tyler Seguin one shot

a/n: I’m back! Last week was busy for me and this one is, too, but I have three other WIPs coming up after this one within the next little bit, so stay tuned. also idk if anyone else watches One Tree Hill (I know Tyler does 😉) but his family gives me major Nathan, Haley, Jamie, and Lydia Scott vibes in this one.

summary: still playing for the Stars, Tyler is recognized for his 1,000th career game and celebrates with his wife (the reader), family and team.

warnings: husband and dad Tyler being cute with his family and becoming a slightly silver fox (I think that def deserves a warning); hint of a daddy kink lollll

_____

February 22, 2025

Dallas

“Mama! Can I wear my new jersey from Uncle Jamie? Please?”

You pursed your lips, fastening the back onto your emerald earring as you looked at your five-year-old son’s reflection behind you in the mirror. You turned away from your vanity to meet him at eye level.

“Baby, you should wear Daddy’s jersey tonight,” you told him gently, rubbing his back. “We’re celebrating a really big milestone for him, so he’s gonna be recognized out on the ice, and we’re gonna be there with him, remember? I know it would mean a lot to him if you wore his jersey.”

Luca pushed his bottom lip out just a smidge, pouting just like Tyler was famous for doing. You bit your own bottom lip to hold back a laugh.

“Okay. Well, can I wear Uncle Jamie’s next game?” Luca bargained.  

You smiled at his tenacity and smoothed your hand over his crisp white dress shirt that you’d laid out for him. You put your forehead to his and assured, “Absolutely.”

Luca perked up and stood a little straighter at your promise.

“Thanks, Mama,” he said. You kissed his cheek and said, “You’re welcome, baby. Thank you for understanding.” He nodded and turned to leave the room, presumably to pull a 91 jersey from the ever-growing collection in his closet. He stopped short and turned back to look at you.

“Hey, Mama?” he began. “Hmmm?” you prompted, trying to fasten your necklace and suddenly wishing you’d had Tyler put it on you before leaving — not only was he much more capable, but the way he always kissed the nape of your neck after securing the clasp made you melt each time.

Luca paused, smiling down at his sock feet before lifting his gaze to you again.

“I’m really happy for Daddy,” Luca said with a smile so sincere it made you melt. You were such a sap for these Seguin boys.

You nodded, choking back tears. “That’s sweet, baby,” you said. “I’m really happy for him, too.”

_____

An hour later, after dressing yourself, your son, and your two-year-old daughter, you pulled into the private parking area within the gates, Luca bopping up and down in his car seat, ever anxious to get inside the arena. The moment you unloaded both kids, they took off for the door to the arena.

“Luca Paul Seguin, slow down, please!” you instructed in your best mom voice, fumbling to throw both your purse and the diaper bag over your shoulders. “Hold onto your sister’s hand, bub,” you requested.

Luca smiled brightly and turned toward Harper, extending his hand toward his toddling little sister, who took it with a giggle. You finally caught up to the two of them and scooped up your daughter as you stepped onto the elevator, headed to the front office floor. When the doors opened, you were greeted by Tom Holy, the Stars’ VP of communications who had become a close friend over the years.

“Here are the real stars of tonight’s show!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands once, making you laugh. Luca ran to him for a hug and Tom playfully dusted off Luca’s little shoulders that now donned his favorite black Seguin jersey.

“Nice jersey, Luc! Hey, I gotta tell you, though, we have something else for you and your sister to wear tonight — if you want to,” he said.

You shot Tom a warning look as he produced a black tote bag from the reception desk, telling him, “You did not.”

He gave you a wink and said, “Do you know us at all by now? Of course we did.”

Much to Luca’s delight, Tom pulled two home green jerseys from the bag, with white 91’s printed on the back and sleeves and the “A” adorning each chest. But the nameplate didn’t hold your last name — instead, it read “DADDY,” with “1,000” printed below the jersey number. Luca jumped up and down with the jersey in his hands, while Tom handed the smaller jersey for you to dress Harper in.

“And we got a little something for you, too,” he added, reaching his hand into the tote bag once more. Your eyebrows shot up, caught off guard.

“Why me?” you questioned, feeling completely undeserving.

“Because, he says it himself all the time — he wouldn’t be the person he is without you,” Tom told you earnestly. “Tonight we’re celebrating all of you.”

He handed you a small black box and you froze for a moment before he extended it further, insisting that you accept it. You slowly grasped the box and pulled it open. Inside lay a pin nearly mirroring the style of lettering on the back of the kids’ jerseys, but instead it read “Seguin - 91 - 1,000,” encrusted in diamonds and emeralds.

You covered your mouth with curled fingers, attempting to steel yourself so that the waterworks wouldn’t commence just yet. You warmed inside at the incredible kindness of the gesture, giving Tom a hug.

“Thank you, Tom,” you said softly. “You guys are always first class.” He waved you off as you retrieved the pin from its box and fastened it on the lapel of your long black blazer, paired with a lacy camisole, jeans and black heels. You propped Harper on the desk to switch out her jersey for the new one, Luca having already made his own outfit change.

_____

In the tunnel, you had Harper on your hip and held tightly to Luca’s hand to prevent him from running to the ice and interrupting warm-ups. Your kids were used to standing at the boards where they could watch the guys drill and give their dad knuckles on the glass — where he could tap his blade in front of them each time he skated past. But not tonight. They might not realize it for years to come, but tonight would be even more special than watching their dad skate in front of them.

After a few minutes, you felt a hand come to rest on your shoulder — Jim Nill’s. You smiled at him and leaned in for a hug as he greeted you warmly and gave Luca a fist bump.

“And this little one…” he added, tapping Harper’s nose lightly as she grinned up at him. “She’s gotten so big. She’s too cute — you sure she really belongs to Segs?”

You laughed and remarked, “Pretty certain, yeah. If you saw her dramatic side, or how she is with the dogs, you’d see the resemblance.” It was Jim’s turn to chuckle.

Tom sidled up next to the two of you and advised you on how the presentation would go.

“So, we’ll roll out the carpet, and you guys will head all the way down to the end. Jim and Bones will follow. Tyler will come and stand next to you guys on the ice and then we’ll do the presentations,” he instructed. “That sound okay?”

You nodded and smiled at Tom. “Yeah, it sounds great. Honestly, I’m just a little nervous about holding onto these two so none of us fall on our asses,” you half-joked.

“Well, Gramma can help with that.”

At the sound of the familiar voice behind you, you spun around and gasped, while Luca exclaimed, “You’re here!”

There stood not only Jackie, but also Paul — the two were always willing to come together for momentous occasions in their children’s lives, especially now that you and Tyler had given them the gift of grandchildren, and you were grateful. You had had no idea that they were coming, even having spoken to Jackie the day before, asking her once more if she was sure she didn’t want you to book her a flight to Dallas.

Tears welled in your eyes as you shook your head, completely at a loss for word as they flanked you. You squeezed each of them tightly and whimpered, “Does Ty know?”

Paul shook his head. “He has no clue,” he responded. Jackie added, “And the girls are up in the suite already. They wanted to watch it all up there.”

You could only shake your head repeatedly, barely having time to recover before hearing the PA announcer ask the fans to turn their attention to the ice. You dabbed the corners of your eyes with your knuckle and passed Luca duty off to Jackie, keeping a hold on Harper yourself, as Tom smiled and winked at the five of you.

“Not even a warning, Tom?” you teased, sniffling. He chuckled and squeezed your shoulder.

“No way,” he remarked. “Your reaction was priceless.” You shared another smile before you saw Rick stepping onto the green carpet near the boards.

“Here we go,” you breathed, leading your in-laws out to the ice past Rick as directed, not without him stopping you to give you a kiss on the cheek, squeeze Harper’s hand, and pat Luca on the back.

You stepped carefully along the fabric-covered frozen surface, concentrating on a beaming Tyler before you, Harper already reaching her arms out for him as he waved at her. You knew immediately that there was no point in fighting her on wanting to be held by her daddy, so as soon as you reached the end of the carpet and gave Tyler a peck, you handed her off to him, Tyler kissing her rosy cheeks.

The crowd “awww’d,” but you could only concentrate on the dumbfounded expression Tyler wore upon looking up from Harper’s “Daddy 91” jersey to smile at you before noticing his parents only a few feet behind. Rarely, if ever, left speechless, Tyler was completely in shock.

Jackie came forward to reach for Tyler, singing, “Surprise!” as she threw her arms around his neck.

“Oh, my god. I can’t believe you guys are here,” Tyler finally said, his voice shaky. Jackie kissed his cheek and pulled away to wipe tears from her eyes.

“We wouldn’t have missed this for the world, son,” Paul assured as the two men embraced.

After thanking his parents, Tyler crouched down to greet his boy — practically his own self, in miniature.

“Cool jersey, bubba,” Tyler said, glowing with pride as he nudged Luca’s chest and squeezed his hand.

“It says ‘Daddy 91’ on it!” Luca pointed out. Tyler giggled boyishly and kissed Luca’s forehead. “It sure does, doesn’t it,” he said, Luca nodding.

Tyler stood upright once more, snaking an arm around your waist as you held onto Luca’s shoulders in front of you, smoothing his hair affectionately. Tyler then noticed your new pin, running the back of his index finger over it and commenting, “Wow. This is unbelievable.” You could only nod.

“You look beautiful, baby. But what, no ‘Daddy’ jersey for you?” he asked softly with an ornery grin, making your cheeks warm as you pushed your shoulder into his chest. You shared a quiet laugh and he kissed your temple, then the PA announcer turned over the floor to Jim.

“Stars fans, you all know better than most just how much this night means to our number 91,” Jim began. “We as an organization have watched him grow, both as a person and as a player, since his fourth year in the league. We have witnessed the way he has blossomed, from an outstanding young player into a seasoned veteran. Tyler Seguin has become one of the most prominent leaders of this franchise, and I know I can speak for all of us when I say that we could not be more proud to call him a member of our family.”

The crowd cheered, so loudly that Jim had to pause, Tyler blinking back tears as he squeezed your hand tightly and nodded to the fans appreciatively. Even Harper began to clap, making Tyler laugh and kiss her sweetly, sniffling when he looked back to the crowd.

“Tyler, we thank you for the role that you have played thus far during your time as a Dallas Star, we look forward to many years and celebrations to come, and we recognize you tonight for reaching another milestone in your career in the National Hockey League — 1,000 games. We are thrilled to have your lovely wife and your beautiful family here with us tonight to celebrate you. Now I invite our captain, your dear friend, Jamie Benn, to join us and present you with gifts from your teammates, then Rick and I will proudly present you with gifts on behalf of the organization.”

You had held your emotions together decently thus far, but when Jamie glided over to you with a huge bouquet of white roses in one arm and a small gift box in the other hand, you felt tears trickle down your cheek. Jamie stopped in front of your family, greeting you first. He gently grasped your shoulder and kissed your cheek as he placed the bouquet in your arms.

“For you,” he spoke. “Love you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for him — for all of us.” You nodded, reaching up on your tiptoes to wrap your arm around his neck and whisper a thank you of your own into his ear, Jamie smiling at you tenderly when he pulled away.

“And for this guy…” Jamie began, extending the black box, which you now could see was marked with the Rolex logo, Tyler’s way as Tyler wrapped his arm around Jamie, hugging him tightly, the two of them exchanging private words of gratitude. You swiped at your tears as you watched Jamie pull back to kiss Harper’s cheek, making her squeal with delight at the attention her favorite uncle was showing her.

You all laughed, and Jamie turned his attention next to his godson. He bent at the waist to look Luca in the face, his wide grin growing even bigger. Jamie held out his fist and the two engaged in their special shake and bake handshake, Jamie ruffling Luca’s chestnut brown curls atop his head as he stood straight again.

“Love you, buddy,” Jamie told Luca, extending his hand for a low-five. Luca slapped his palm and beamed up at his beloved uncle. “Love you, too,” he confirmed, Jamie winking at him.

Next, Rick approached and presented Tyler with a gorgeous crystal award, engraved with Tyler’s name, the Stars logo, and the date and statistics from his 1,000th game against St. Louis a few nights before. Jim gifted Tyler a silver hockey stick from the Stars organization to commemorate the occasion, and Tyler thanked them both profusely, hugging them as the PA announcer asked the crowd to now look to the scoreboard for a video tribute.

This was one part of the evening you had known was coming — Tom had arranged for you and the kids to be filmed congratulating Tyler on the actual night of his 1,000th game, in the wives and girlfriends suite. You had inquired about who else was being asked to be part of the video, and Tom rattled off the names of some of Tyler’s closest friends, current and former teammates, and most respected fellow athletes — his sisters, Freddy, Derrek, Marchy, Tom Brady, Rob Gronkowski, Jordan Spieth, Dak Prescott, and many of the Stars he had played with for multiple seasons all made appearances, including Jamie, who smiled at you as he skated behind you to watch.

“1,000 games. Did you ever think we’d all be here?” Jamie asked you softly as the video started, glancing Tyler’s way.

You, too, looked toward your husband, his face lifted to the Jumbotron, and you noticed the way his handsome features had only become more distinguished with age and the few grey hairs sprinkled near his ears and in his beard. He always groaned when you jokingly pointed them out, but you loved them — in your eyes, they told the story of his life as a man, his life as a hockey player, his life as a dad, his life with you. This occasion was just another chapter of Tyler’s dream come true — your dream come true.

You glanced back at Jamie and nodded, smiling. “Actually... yeah,” you answered, a hint of surprise in your tone. “I think I did.”

_____

Late that night, long after you’d put the kids to bed — with Luca having insisted on sleeping in his new jersey — you and Tyler lay cuddled up on the couch, wine glasses now empty on the end table, feet entangled on the ottoman. The gifts Tyler had received were propped on the mantle across from you, out of reach of children’s hands and dogs’ paws. Tyler kissed the top of your head, inhaling your scent deeply as you absentmindedly fiddled with the button on his loosened dress shirt collar.

“Are you happy?” you asked softly. Tyler breathed a chuckle. “I don’t think happy even begins to cover it,” he told you, smoothing his hands up and down your bare arms. “It’s more like… amazed. But it’s not even because of the 1,000th game.”

You rolled your head toward his to look up at him, meeting his gaze. “What do you mean, baby?” you asked.

He glanced at the new additions to his memorabilia collection and then back at you, the corners of his mouth twitching into a thoughtful smile.

“The ceremony was great. The best. I’ll remember that for the rest of my life,” he told you. “But what I’ll remember most is the way you looked, carrying the baby and just smiling at me walking onto the ice. And the moment I saw my parents with Luca between them.” Tyler’s voice quivered as he spoke, and you tightened your grip around his waist, laying your stomach against his to lean up and kiss his jaw. Tears shone in his eyes as he gave you a grateful look, pulling your hand to his lips to kiss your fingers.

“My career has been far better than I deserve,” Tyler added. “But what makes me the happiest is just getting to do life every day with you, and the babies. And my parents and sisters, too. I’m just really feeling blessed.”

As he sniffed, you pressed a kiss firmly to his lips and said, “Life with you is more than I could’ve ever wished for, Ty. Every day is like a celebration of the love you and I share. Everything else, like tonight — it’s just icing on the cake.” Tyler nodded, giving you one more kiss as he whispered his gratitude for you.

[bokutobaes]

inarizaki boys when you have a bad day

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆-with: atsumu, suna, kita

☆-!warnings!: swearing, parental issues, parents fighting, (there’s nothing physically violent), illness like the flu

☆-a/n: yall these are longgg LOL sorry

☆- author: lu <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ atsumu:

-his baby had a bad day :((

-just kidding he didn’t notice at first I’m so sorry nzjsjjsj

-your lockers are nearby so he’s usually waiting for you there first thing in the morning

-you woke up today with a headache and you were just really tired from studying last night :/

-you wanted to suck it up because it was your own fault for leaving the studying until the night before the test you had

-anyways, you were walking up to your locker lowkey trying to avoid eye contact with him

-“hi tsumu :)” u fricken liar with that fake smile

-“morning babe!” atsumu pulled u in for a back hug “i have to get to class kinda early for a test review so i’ll see you at lunch”

-and with that he was pecking your cheek and leaving

-“okay.. kind of good” you thought.. you didn’t wanna worry him or anything so you headed to you first class, math

-hell literally broke loose.. you forgot your pencil case and had to ask like 4 people until you got one which was embarrassing

-AND THEN the teacher called on you for an answer that you didn’t know like the universe

was against you or something

-“uhh... ummm i don’t know..” headass😩

-the class after that was slightly less dehumanizing but it was also japanese class.. the class you had a test in that you just barely studied for

-you did the test and lost braincells, blood sweat and tears LOL

-“okay class these will be graded by lunchtime so please come by to collect your scores before your next class”

-ogey :/ anyways u went to ur next class and before u knew it, it was lunch time.

-a text from atsumu made your phone vibrate while on your way to get your test scores

-“hey babe im actually gonna eat lunch with samu we’re practicing a bit at lunch”

-oh :) ok :) that’s fine :) not like u :) desperately:) need a hug :) right now :)

-“oh okay babe” you text back

-whatever u don’t need him independent queen

-that’s your mindset.. until you get those test scores

-it’s a literal fail .. did not pass the test.. ok..

-“y/n san, these test scores were not your usual best. I’m slightly disappointed, if there’s anything going on please let me know”

-“thank you sensei. i’ll do better next time.

-at this point you were just tying not to cry so you took your test and shouldered your bag and walked to a bench outside for some fresh air.

-right.. you didn’t bring lunch today

-so now you were hungry, tired, defeated, disappointed and lonely :,(

-the last class of your day went by quickly probably because you were zoned out the whole time

-the end of the day came and you were at your locker when your guardian texted you

-“Y/n, you had that test today right? I’m expecting to see the grade when your back home. Didn’t have time to make food tonight so find something to eat on your way home.”

-oh that test ? lol hahaha the one that you failed?! yeah that one haha lol lollll

-so with that, you started your walk home

-“y/n!!”

-fuck. atsumu.

-if you saw him now you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your tears and you really didn’t want to cry

-so your solution? pretend you didn’t hear him and walk faster lmfaokdhdh

-but atsumu, being.. well atsumu, decided to just full speed sprint towards you to put his shoulder around you

-“i literally know you heard me. i missed you today sorry about lun- why are you crying ?!!?”

-“bad day” you choked out before a shuddering gasp wracked your chest

-atsumu didn’t say anything he just wrapped you in a tight hug, petting you hair while you cried into his chest

-“its okay babe.. “ :(

-“you wanna come over? we can get food and cuddle”

-you nodded your head taking a shaky breath

-his hand reached out and wiped your tears, brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead like it was natural to him.

-and so you walked together hand in hand to atsumu’s house where you ate samu’s leftover onigiri and vented to atsumu about the day while you cuddled

-he also gave you a hoodie :,)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ suna:

-“living is a chore :|” you thought as the alarm rang through your room ruining your peaceful sleep

-it was raining outside and your mind went back to last night, the screaming match your parents had

-normally you’d be used to it but it felt like they were starting to take the anger they had for each other out on you now

-you tried not to but you started thinking about all the things your mom had yelled to you through the closed door of your bedroom

-“your just like your father. you’re selfish, lazy and all you do is run around with that little boyfriend of yours! what about your family?! you think your better then us? why don’t you move out then since your so good at being independent?!”

-everything she said was always completely blown out of proportion, she lied all the time. it’s exhausting for you

-you started getting ready for school, you wanted to see suna and your friends and laugh and just forget last night even happened

-when you got to school suna was there at your locker scrolling lazily through his phone

-you smiled, genuinely as he looked up and greeted you with a smirk

-“nice hair.”

-“wha-“ you started and then smacked his arm when you realized that your baby hairs were out of sorts “shutup” you scowled

-“good morning” suna hugged you

-“good morning”

-now you were off to class, it always went by too fast, you thought. school was always done in the blink of an eye

-“what’re you doing at lunch?” your friend tapped your shoulder and whispered to you

-“mmm nothing probably why?”

-“let’s eat on the roof today! yui told me there’s gonna be a rainbow cuz it stopped raining.”

-“okay” you smiled

-now at lunch with your friends you ate the bento you had packed before. the rainbow was there and it was beautiful

-you were having fun just laughing with your friends and texting suna while he sent terrible photos of atsumu. things were good, you had forgotten about your mom

-until the end of the day came and you had to go back home

-as usual suna was at his locker waiting so that you could walk home together

-after crossing the street you and suna were at a bike path, trees surrounding the fences

-it was a comfortable silence until...

-“what’s wrong?”

-suna asking took you by surprise, you didn’t think you were acting any different. were you?

-“what are you talking about”

-“you look sad, you did this morning too but then you were fine the rest of the day so I didn’t say anything. but, you look sad again now”

-“oh..”

-so suna just saw right through you

-“ um.. i’m okay.. it’s just ..” you laughed dryly “i don’t really want to go home”

-“did something happen?”

-“yeah.. my parents were fighting, it turned into this whole thing.” you felt a lump in your throat start to form “i don’t really wanna talk about it”

-“okay. you should just come over then, right?”

-“can i?”

-“you literally don’t even have to ask me anymore y/n” suna grabbed your hand and led the way

-when you got there suna hopped on his couch and started putting on something from netflix

-“my parents aren’t home, my sister has a dance thing today” he grabbed a blanket and you sat down, putting your head in his lap

-suna put on a comedy show, of course he would

-he played with your hair while you watched and after an episode or two, he asked

-“do you want to talk about it now?”

-and so you did, you told him what happened last night and what your mom said. your plan was to not cry but that failed miserably

-suna listened intently, he told you the truth, he said that what she said wasn’t true, he told you you could sleepover whenever you needed to.

-kissed you and wrapped you back in the blanket

-“i love you, you know that right? always.”

-he always knew what to say and you loved him for that

-“i love you too, suna”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ kita:

-kita knew, first thing he noticed when he saw you that you weren’t okay

-you woke up with a terrible headache, aching body and stomachache

-so this is it? this is hell? ok.

-but the test.. you had a test today. fortunately you had actually studied for weeks because you knew it was important

-mentally? you were ready for that test. physically? you had the spanish influenza

-so you weighed the options and decided you would go to school, take the test and then come back home after.

-the problem with that was that kita would in fact lecture you on all the reasons you should not have come to school

-he was right of course, but you still decided that you would need to avoid him for today

-spoiler alert it did not work

-your test was your third class of the day so you only had to get through 2 classes and you’d leave at lunch perfectly avoiding kita

-this was what you thought while you were at your locker until you closed it and walked directly into kitas chest

-“wow”

-“good morning y/n-chan”

-“morning kita! i have to go or I’ll be late!”

-you ran😭 and you almost got away too but kita grabbed your arm and pulled you to one side of the hallway

-he felt your forehead and both cheeks

-“you have a fever y/n”

-“no I don’t I’m just hot from walking to school”

-he said 😐

-you signed and rested your head on his chest letting your arms dangle

-“why did you come? you look sick”

-“thanks. I have a test.”

-“how do you feel?”

-you told him your symptoms but also that you were leaving right after the test and you could pull through

-he really didn’t want you to overwork yourself but he knew you were set on taking the test

-so he let you go and he made you promise to text him between classes and let him know if you felt any worse

-and off you went

-honestly, you were fine up until halfway through your second class.. then you started feeling really cold and tired even kind of nauseous

-then in the third class your test was put onto your desk and before you knew it your teacher was saying “begin”

-okay. you can do this you thought to yourself. the test was easy enough with how much you studied, you thought about every answer and you tried to finish quick

-but then it was like time cut itself in half and the bell for lunch was ringing

-you weren’t even done the test yet

-“y/n you can stay in here until your done but i expect you to have it finished soon”

-one question left

-you don’t even remember what you ended up putting before you were up and giving the paper to your teacher

-kita was right there when you left the classroom

-“hey ..hey.. y/n”

-you could barely hear him you just flopped into his arms

-“okay I’m taking you home.. “

-“but..”

-“shh let’s go”

-you don’t remember getting there but then you were in your bed smothered in pillows and blankets

-kita came in

-“what time is it?”

-he looked at his phone “half past 4”

-“4?!” you jolted up “did you even go back to school?” “kita?!”

-he smiled at you “no but it’s okay y/n it was only one day. i wanted to take care of you

-you noticed he had a steaming cup of something in his hands

-“what’s that” you asked

-“its tea, but it’s special tea :)”

-“what do you mean” you laughed

-“my grandma showed me how to make it, it’s gonna make you feel a lot better”

-he’s so cute...

-“kita... you didn’t have to do all this”

-“i wanted to” he sits beside you and hands you the tea

-literally tasted like heaven

-“mmmmm oh my god”

-kita laughed and kissed you on the cheek before joining you in the bed

-you cuddled and watched movies on your laptop until you fell asleep, comfortable in your boyfriends arms

[junikshanasar]

bnha chapter 325 thoughts

If last chapter was blowing everything to smithereens, this one was just picking up the pieces to start building our next part of the story.

As usual, I’ll go through it~

Horikoshi just giving Mineta wholesome scenes because he knows we all hate him lol. Seriously speaking though, if this disaster has woken him up and gotten him to mature (which I’m sure it has for the entire class), I don’t mind standing behind him as a character.

Awww this was cute, the role reversal, and it ties nicely with the realization we have going on here with the people helping the heroes who help them. Kota is someone we know Midoriya has rescued personally, so seeing him come to tell Midoriya the same words that saved him is heartwarming.

Also, you can just see the recognition and pleasant bewilderment on Mido’s face, why are the expressions in the art so lovely-

This is so sweet tooooooooooooooo! why is this whole chapter so sweet

But oh man, we see glimpses of discrimination again, most notably against those with mutant quirks (˘･_･˘). It has been brought up before, and hopefully will be again because I found that we see more about discrimination on people with dangerous/unconventional quirks and are usually emitter or transformation. 

Mutant quirk discrimination has been more background until now: just hints of stuff, like how people are scared of Gang Orca, or how Spinner felt rejected for his appearance. I think there was a villain mad about how people hated him for his appearance in the second movie (?), but I haven’t seen it so I don’t really know.

IT’S OUR MAN, MIDO’S FIRST FAN!

that rhymed, nice.

But he puts what Ochako was saying in terms for these dumbfounded civvies to understand, and it’s kind of cool to hear this whole theatre analogy from him, as someone we’ve seen loves watching hero fights as though he were watching a movie (I reread the first chapter for last week’s chapter XD)

Ok but for real, what were these three doing inside UA? Like Shouto was with his classmates to bring back Mido, so what was he doing inside while the rest of his class was outside? I can only assume they were discussing the plans for Touya, considering this comment from Shouto and the Dabi flashback:

Ha ha he’s so cute dammit, I don’t know why but as soon as he showed up this guy became my favourite character. I’ve adopted him, he is my child

This takes Hawks’ attitude about being a hero and puts a wholesome spin on it. Hawks sorta has this lazy, unambitious mask (I don’t want to be Number 3, I wish I had more free time) which pretty much everyone knows is fake, but the notino of having ‘time to kill’ here is now less ‘lazy’, and shows that what he means is less crime, less hate, and more acceptance.

Also lol, Kaminari’s always been super brave man, and now lookit him, not even a bit scared of Bakugou anymore:

Bahahahaha I don’t think any of Class A really is, now. Actually, someone commented on the chapter that Bakugou is glaring at the jerk who was yelling about how sucky heroes are:

lollll, in any case the entire panel is wholesome in general. I’m glad All Might Shirt Guy came around, and Inko finally got to embrace Midoriya

Also!

Aizawa lives! Well obsvly, but we only saw a glimpse of his back earlier and I was starting to miss our favourite teacher

Yeeeeeeeeeeeesssssss I was wondering if they were just keeping Kurogiri locked up and hoping for Oboro to somehow emerge, but it’s nice they’ve already gotten started on trying to bring him and the Nomus back to the people they used to be!

I wonder if they’ll retain their memories or if it will be like waking up from a coma for them.

Totally did not consider this, but I’m glad the heroes did lol. I’m actually looking forward to seeing Toga again, she’s such a delightful character, and her story + conflict with Ochako is def not over yet.

Brooding All Might

I wonder what’s on his mind. I mean, obvsly the situation with Midoriya, but it also seems like he’s walking away from UA? He’s leaving right as Midoirya is arriving? Either he feels guilty for not being able to take care of Midoriya (which I feel isn’t exactly it), or there’s something he needs to take care of. 

Perhaps he’s initializing the first step of this ‘payback’? On the other hand, there’s not much he can actually do in his current state. Well he’s certainly off to do something, but I’m 90% sure it’s on his own. 

Yeah, I have a bad feeling.

[catxsnow]

CHALLENGE PT. TWO G.L.

Requests: hi i just read ur gar x reader and i'm literally weak it was so cute omg. is it to early to beg for a part 2 with fluff and jason being a little jealous bitch lollll it can be shorter idk how many ideas u have i just love the way u wrote gar -xoxo!

for part 2 to challenge u could have gar and y/n in different domestic scenarios being cute n in love and jason trying to break them up bc he's jealous and can't understand why their dating since they're both so different but in the end realising they're both perfect for each other and they all live happily ever after the end.

Warning: Jason being jealousssss

A/N: Part two to Challenge! I’m terrible at multiple part imagines but I hope I did this good enough justice! 

Word Count: 3.1k

Part One

Jason Todd didn't understand.

He didn't get how someone like you would ever end up with someone like Gar. Not that he believed Gar to be a bad person or anything, but the two of you were so different. You were confident, outgoing, and never could say no to a fun time. Gar on the other hand, was way more shy than you were, he was hesitant to get out of his comfort zone, and he was the biggest nerd.

The two of you were just polar opposites. So, when you got together, he was more than shocked to see how well you got along. He had known about your friendship, but never realized how close it was. He found himself getting irritated every time he saw the two of you together.

The first time that he was annoyed by your dating was when you were making dinner in the kitchen together. Even though you cooked for the whole team, the process seemed like such a private time with Gar. He would sit at the counter watching your every move until you had asked him to do something for you.

The moment that he was done with the task, he would stand behind you with his hands around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. He would reach his neck around as far as he could to kiss your lips. In anyone else eyes, the action would have been adorable. In Jason's, it was disgusting.

He had walked in while Gar was leaning against the counter, chatting with you and looking at you as if you were the utter love of his life. Jason didn't say anything, but the flush in his cheeks spoke loud enough: he was jealous.

Jason had lost the challenge, but he wasn't ready to give up quite yet.

The second time Jason was irritated was when he was sparring against you. It wasn't unusual for the two of you to fight against one another, but this time he had just been frustrated with you. Gar was going against Dick just on the other side of the room and the two of you would constantly be exchanging looks.

Between fights, whenever you had the upper hand, any time that you weren't losing you were throwing winks or kisses towards your boyfriend. Jason was furious. This was supposed to be a serious training session and you were just goofing off. You were never serious anymore since you started dating Gar.

When he finally had enough of it, he had stormed off after yelling at you. Though your feelings weren't hurt, Dick still ran after him to go scold him. That left you and Gar in the training room.

"You gonna release the beast this time?"

"In your dreams," Gar rolled his eyes. He still refused to fight against you as the tiger. Dating you had made him even more protective of you and that meant that he wasn't going to do anything that would purposefully harm you.

"Oh baby, you know it." Gar's face lit up bright red. He was still getting used to your confidence and your ever lasting need to try and get him to blush. Almost every time, it worked. He was a constant flustered mess around you and you loved it.

"Stop," Gar whined. You raised your fists up and jumped around the mat. He followed your lead and the two of you circled each other, antsy on who was going to make the first move. If he was to be honest, it was always you, and he didn't mind that.

"Make me," you winked.

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By the the fifth time that Jason had been annoyed that the two of you were dating, he had completely lost it. He was out for the night, causing whatever chaos in the town. By the time that he got back home, he was nothing but disappointed and disgusted.

You and Gar had decided to have a stay at home date night which included movies, popcorn, and far too much laughter. Dating Gar might have been the best choice that you had ever made in your life.

You were happier than you had been in years. No longer having to keep your feelings hidden brought a weight off your chest and you felt as if you could breathe once more. Not that you wanted to curse it, but things were going perfect.

Gar opened up to you more than he ever had before. He trusted you with his secrets and you trusted him with yours. The friendship that you guys had was taken to a whole new level. You couldn't even think about what life would be like without him - even it was only a couple weeks since you had been officially started dating.

When it came down to it, he was your best friend first, and losing him without the addition of a relationship would have broken you. Now, you felt as if a literal piece of you would go missing if he left.

"(Y/N)," Gar dragged out your name. You were sprawled across the couch with a bowl of popcorn by your side. Everyone else was out that night which meant that you and Gar had the whole place to yourselves. You decided to take advantage of the big screen and have a much needed, relaxing, movie night. "You're taking up the whole couch."

"I know," You smirked at him. The popcorn was moved out of the way and you opened your arms up for Gar to lay beside you. He grinned and nearly leaped into the space. Gar covered your face in kisses before landing on your lips for a quick peck. You were completely encased by him and the blanket.

This was the first time that you had the tower all to yourselves and you had to admit that you were a little more than excited. Your mind wandered to everything that the two of you could be doing and you weren't sure where you wanted to start. Gar had decided for the both of you with a movie night.

He picked some sort of comedy movie that was sure to be filled with cringe-worthy jokes and raunchy humor - exactly what the two of you needed. After the rest of the team figured out that you two were dating - which didn't didn't long - they had endlessly teased you for it. Rachel bugged you with every chance she got, Dick lectured you as if you were still kids, and Jason... he was a little frustrated at the situation.

Gar knew about Jason's feelings towards you, but he also knew that you were nothing but a conquest for him. He didn't want to date you - he wanted to sleep with you. That wasn't who you were, and Gar knew it. As much as he was worried about Jason taking you from him, he knew that he trusted your more than anyone.

Throughout the movie, Gar couldn't keep his hands off of you. The rested on your waist, played with your hair, intertwined with your fingers, and once he even dared to try and tickle you. You never realized how much of a touchy person he really was until dating him. You didn't mind - not when it came to him.

Even when you got up to go get another drink for yourself, he followed behind you with is arms around your waist making it much harder to walk anywhere. Gar had gotten you, and he wasn't planning on letting you go anytime soon.

Just before the movie ended, Jason had come back to the tower. Neither of you had heard him come in until he loudly groaned at the sight of you. You were still wrapped up with Gar, not even paying attention to the movie as you left kisses up his neck. It distracted him enough from both the movie and Jason.

"Seriously guys? Get a fucking room," Jason complained. Gar had nearly fell off the couch in surprise and you couldn't help but giggle. PDA was something that never bothered you, at least not nearly as much as it bothered Gar.

"Sorry, Jay," you apologized. "Movie's almost over. You can stick around for another one if you want."

"Hard pass," Jason rolled his eyes. "I'll watch a movie with you another night though." You could tell from the tone in his voice that he meant you, and only you. Jason never had a particular problem with Gar until the second you two started dating. It was more evident than ever that he didn't like the younger man.

"Yeah, maybe another time," you partially brushed him off. His smile held hope that what you said was true. Jason gave you a little wink before heading back to his own room. "He's impossible."

"Tell me about it," Gar rolled his eyes. He pecked your lips once more and was caught off by a yawn. You giggled a little at him - the sound of it lit up his face. Gar was absolutely entranced by every sound and movement you made. "Do you wanna stay over in my room tonight?"

"No offense Gar, but last time I stayed in your room I was up half the night sneezing from your tiger hair," you tried to hold back a laugh. "However, you are more than welcome - if not encouraged - to stay in my room tonight."

"It's not my fault I shed!" Gar laughed with you. "I guess I'm going to have to take you up on that offer." He leaned down to peck you - but you had kept him close and deepened the kiss. Your hands ran through his green hair and enticed a quiet moan as you tugged on the roots.

"Guys! Seriously!" Jason yelled. He had come back to the kitchen to get a glass of water only to see the two of you making out on the couch. That was his breaking point. He could deal with the hand holding, the hugs, even the pecks. But seeing the two of you make out on the couch where he sat, too? That was far past his limits.

Jason scowled at the two of you. His eyes darted between you and the mess of Gar's hair that you made. He was not impressed - that was easy to tell.

"I'm tired of seeing you two together! It's non-fucking stop," Jason expressed himself. You knew he had been upset at you and Gar for getting together, but you didn't think that he was holding this much back. "Grow the fuck up, there's other people living here too this isn't just your home. You don't see me having girls hanging off my arm everywhere do you? No. Stop being so, so gross!"

Jason stormed off leaving the two of you to sit there in shock. Jason was jealous of your relationship with Gar. He always had a crush on you - you knew that from the start. However, seeing the two of you together being a cute couple? You didn't realize how badly this could hurt his feelings.

As much of an asshole that Jason was, he didn't deserve for you and Gar to rub your relationship in his face.  And it wasn't like you meant to. Everything with Gar just flowed so easily, you barely even noticed that you were shoving your relationship down everyone's throats. However, the other's didn't see it that way, only Jason.

"I feel bad," you muttered. Gar rested his back against the couch as you snuggled into his side.

"Why?"

"Jason's always been nice to me, I don't want to stop being friends with him just because we're dating," you explained yourself. Gar squeezed your shoulder and kissed the top of your head. He didn't realize he could care for you even more since the short few weeks that you two had been dating.

Gar wanted you to have the world. He always wanted that for you. It seemed that every day his only task was to make you smile at least once. Whether it was him being his usual nerdy self, or surprising you with something he found in the store. He always managed to make you happy, and he wanted to keep you that way.

If that meant that he would have to deal with you and Jason being friends, then so be it. Even if he was jealous as soon as the older man walked into the room, he trusted you. There was a reason that you choose him over Jason.

"You know Jason. He gets frustrated and he over reacts, I'm sure he'll cool down soon."

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It took a while for Jason to cool down afterwards, but he eventually did. 

It seemed like he spent the next couple weeks trying to sabotage your relationship. Going extra hard on you at training, taking away your time with Gar to help him with something, even getting one of you to do some stupid mundane task for him to split you apart.

He was trying his best to prove that he was right, you two didn't belong together. Yet, it seemed like after every pursuit he had, it seemed to only bring you closer together. You and Gar were the opposite of what Jason believed you to be - you were perfect together. While you brought out more confidence within Gar, he kept you grounded.

The two of you may have been polar opposites, but that didn't mean that you were any less good for each other. Jason had to learn that the hard way - and he did. It took him a while to see that you two were truly meant to be together. Even after all of his frustrated comments and actions, he realized that he was wrong.

Which was why after shamefully telling you that Gar wasn't good enough for someone like you, he had finally broke. Jason had seen the heartbroken look on Gar's face when he walked in just at the wrong time and the rage filled look on yours. He had known he messed up the second the words came out of his mouth.

That night you had spent the night with Gar wrapped around your arms and his head on your chest, telling him repeatedly that there was no one else that you would rather be with than him.   He felt like Jason was right - he wasn't good enough for someone like you. Gar couldn't be more wrong.

"Gar, don't listen to him. You said yourself, Jason's jealous, he's gonna say stupid shit that he doesn't mean," you assured. Your fingers ran through his hair in hopes to comfort him. "Beside's what's it matter what he thinks? It's me 'n you right? That's all that matters."

"Still doesn't mean I don't feel shitty," Gar grumbled. He buried his head into the blanket covering you both and sighed.

"You want me to go beat him up?" You asked, only half joking. Gar just let out a grunt in response. You hoped that the comment would have made him feel better. "I know what's gonna make you believe me that what Jason said was bull," you suddenly came up with.

Gar peaked his head out from the blanket just enough to stare up at you. He knew the look on your face and that it meant that you were up to no good. There were many things running through your mind as to how you could prove this to him - many of them ideas where you knew you'd need to lock your door - but this one in particular was nothing like that.

You ripped the blanket off of you and headed over to your dresser. Gar watched as you rummaged through to find whatever it was that you wanted. His gaze went from your bare legs all the way up your body - followed by a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

Rain pattered against your window and filled the silence in the room. Finally, you pulled out a small CD case which contained a singular disk. Gar looked at you with raised eyebrows, but you said nothing as you went to the old player in the corner of your room and popped it in.

A grin fell on your cheeks as the music began. You spun around to face Gar and stuck your hand out for him to grab. "Dance with me?" You asked. Gar matched your smile and accepted your hold. "This is the playlist from my parent's wedding... Haven't been able to listen to it in a long time but I figured if there's anyone I would want to listen to it with, it's you."

Your hand was encased in his, the other on his shoulder while his was on your hip. The two of you slowly paced around your room. Your head rested against his chest and you couldn't help but sway a little to the beat. This was perfect, these were the moment that you would forever cherish with Gar.

As the song neared ending, your looked up to meet his eyes. They were glassy, but held no sadness within them. You let go of his hand and placed both of your palms against his cheeks. Gar leaned into your touch. You cranked your chin up to meet his lips.

This kiss had been different than the rest of them. This was slow, each second filled with every ounce of adoration you had for this boy. You wanted him to know that he had no reason to fear for Jason, it was him that you wanted. Gar was everything to you, and upon realizing that in only a matter of weeks? It had to mean that this was going to be permanent.

You pulled away from the kiss. Gar was grateful for you. You knew how to cheer him up even when he didn't realize that he needed it. You knew him better than he thought, and that was what his weakness was. You were his weakness.

"Believe me now? Garfield Logan?" You asked.

"I think I'm going to need another kiss, just to be sure."

"I think I can manage that."

[queenmylovely]

So I have a super cute blurb request and I just think you’d do a really good job with it 🥺 basically besties Ben x Y/n taking a nap on the couch together and Ben wakes up first looking down at y/n thinking “omg she’s so cute when she’s sleeping” and then she turns around in his arms and snuggles a bit closer to him and mumbles “Benny” in her sleep and Ben just mELTING bc she’s so cute and when she slowly starts to wake up he realises he’s in love with her and omg pls stop me I’m crying

Okay i’ve read this like twelve times before even starting it, tell me why I never realized it was friends to lovers!!! Good thing I caught it lollll

Anyway, I’m honored that you would choose to send this to me, also sorry it took forever for me to get it out, ilysm for sending it bc it is abso adorable!!! (no warnings, 998 words lol its under 1k) 

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It was a running joke between you and Ben that the biggest perk of being his best friend was how fantastic of a cuddler he was. The bulk of his muscles acted as soft pillows when they weren’t flexed, he ran a little warm, and he was always in athleisure and therefore very soft. What you refrained from mentioning was the fact that he always smelled so good and you often let yourself fantasize about being with him whenever you were so close to him, and the peace and relief that came with that made it super easy to fall asleep.

So one rainy Saturday afternoon, when neither of you had anything else to do, he had come over so you could get take-out and watch a movie or something. Ben chose and brought the Chinese food so you got to pick the movie, putting on The Wizard of Oz since it was something you had both seen but seemed like a cozy pick.

Once you were done eating, somewhere around when they met the Cowardly Lion, you grabbed a big throw blanket and told Ben to get situated.

“Okay, you lay along the back,” you said, pointing where he should go.

“Why do I have to be in the back?” Ben asked, whining in a half-joke.

You rolled your eyes fondly, “I’d let you be the little spoon Ben, but then i wouldn’t be able to see the movie over you.”

“Ah, because my shoulders are too broad, yeah?” he smiled, trying to pose to emphasize his shoulders.

Sometimes you couldn’t believe this was the guy you secretly had feelings for. “Just lay down.”

He did, thankfully, and you draped half of the blanket over him before laying down yourself and then flipping the rest onto you. As much joking as there had been about spooning, the two of you always kept a bit of distance. Ben wouldn’t put his arm around you and you kept your ass from pressing back into his crotch, out of respect for the nature of your friendship. Not that you would have actually minded either of those things happening, but you didn’t think Ben felt the same way. Of course, neither of you could help your subconscious bodies, and happily accepted the consequence of waking up in each other’s arms, though you would never admit it.

Settling in next to Ben, you could feel his heat radiate toward you even from the few inches away and felt yourself relax into the couch and Ben. You could feel his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest behind you, and the steadily slowing rhythm made you sleepy. Between slow blinks, you saw the group of four approaching the Emerald City and then you were asleep.

Ben didn’t know when he fell asleep, but he woke up when the flying monkeys were attacking because of all the commotion. Yawning, he looked down to see you were now totally curled back into him and in his arms, and smiled to himself, thinking how adorable you looked while you slept. Since he was awake, he watched the movie, enjoying the feeling of being close to you, in what he assured himself was a completely platonic feeling.

When the movie got to the Wicked Witch’s death and all the screaming and shouting started, you began to stir in his arms. Ben could see a little frown on your face, disturbed by the noise, and you turned your body completely in his arms until you were resting your head on his chest and your hand was on his waist. He froze as you did this, his heart rate increasing at the sudden intimacy of the moment.

Then, when Ben thought you were completely settled, you moved somehow even closer and mumbled something incoherent that was possibly about the movie and then said just loud enough for Ben to hear, “Benny ‘s loud.”

“Sorry, love,” Ben whispered even as his heart melted from your sleepy use of the nickname and carefully grabbed the remote, which was thankfully right next to his head and turned it down a couple notches.

You seemed happy with that, humming and adjusting your spot one more time before stilling and falling back asleep. Though the quad was on their exciting trip back to see Oz, Ben found all of his attention on you. Something about the contented look on your face and the light pressure of your hand on his waist was making him feel incredibly warm inside.

And, fuck, he would do anything to hear you call him Benny again, especially with that amount of love that was just palpable in your voice. Regardless of whether that love was friendship which he had thought all this time, or something else, Ben was starting to realize that his love for you wasn’t the pure friendship he had thought. That maybe he was far deeper in than he would have ever let himself think, but that this quiet moment was making clear to him.

While he thought about this and looked at you, really taking you in, the movie progressed, and soon it was back to the sepia tone it had started in and Aunty Em was placing a washcloth on Dorothy’s forehead. Then, as Dorothy’s eyes fluttered open, so did yours, and you breathed in deeply as you woke up. Tilting your face up, your eyes landed on Ben and a little smile came to your lips. You looked up at him with these wide eyes that were still a little sleepily unfocused but Ben could see the trust and affection in them that made his heart swell.

Taking what he hoped was a calculated risk, Ben tilted his head down to yours and pressed the softest of kisses to your still smiling lips. He pulled back, biting his lip and watching your face for any reaction. And oh how happy he was when your smile just grew wider.

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[ilove-bloo]

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request: could i request a scenario of changmo or minsik (whoever you want) with like a spoiled and maybe a little materialistic s/o? maybe comes from a rich family or something? slightly angsty but mostly fluff !!

word count: 1,000+

genre: slight angst, fluff

pairing: changmo x reader

a/n: i have officially decided that if a drabble goes over 1,000 words, its gonna be a whole story type thingy lollll, enjoy! i cringed at the title too i’m sorry it made me laugh

“are you buying another necklace for her?” deokwang snickered to his friend. looking over his shoulder, he had been watching changmo scroll through expensive jewelry websites on his phone.

changmo enjoyed spoiling you and he wasn’t shy about it. he knew you have expensive taste from the way you grew up and he honestly admired how well you wore everything. “you quadrupled the price by wearing it jagi,” he would always praise you. seeing you appreciate the items he bought you made him feel proud to be your boyfriend, he would never hesitate to surprise you with gifts.

“wow, more for y/n?” jinyoung said loudly, butting into the conversation, taking a look at the older’s phone. “yes, who else would i buy jewelry for?” changmo rolled his eyes at the two.

jinyoung and deokwang exchanged looks from across the studio. first unaware of their actions because he was concentrating on his phone, changmo could later hear the two physically moving their lips. it became obvious that they were now mouthing things to each other.

seeing this, changmo felt bothered to know why they couldn’t just talk me out loud. “yah, just speak with your voice,” he said.

“you say it hyung!” jinyoung said abruptly, bringing the attention onto the shorter man. “what are you guys talking about?” changmo asked, now annoyed.

deokwang breathed in deeply, as he let the air go, he opened his mouth, “don’t you think you’ve been spending a lot of money on your girlfriend? i mean, you guys have only been dating for a year now,” deokwang finally revealed.

changmo scoffed, “is that what you guys were too scared to tell me?” he looked at the both of them, he could tell that they were being serious.

jinyoung nodded along in agreement, “well i mean, i haven’t seen you buy these many things for someone, ever. and you say yourself you save money but you just spoil y/n,”

“yeah, i get that y/n is from a well off family but shouldn’t they just take care of her? you’re only her boyfriend,” deokwang added on.

hearing the words coming from his closest friends made him feel a mix of emotions, angry his friends would say that and upset that they even brought up those ideas. “you guys don’t know shit about y/n,” changmo stood up roughly from his chair, walking to the door to leave. he didn’t want to be around them.

before he got out of the studio, he heard jinyoung voice out another concern, “i mean doesn’t everyone see it, at least we’re telling him the truth,”

agitated, changmo determined that he needed to see you. he wanted to justify how false their words about you were, ‘y/n isn’t like that, she’s not like that’ he kept repeating to himself.

on the drive to your apartment, his mind was racing with thoughts, he didn’t want to believe what his friends were telling him, but could they be right? did you only stay with him because of his fame and money? did you actually love him? all the negative thinking produced a sick feeling to his stomach, he hated feeling unsure, especially when it came to you.

changmo was at your apartment door faster than expected, he barged into your apartment, not caring to knock. the first thing in his line of sight was you on your couch, in sweats and his oversized hoodie along with your macbook in your lap. “oh - oppa, what are you doing here? you didn’t call-“

“why do you love me?” his harsh tone cutting off your words. “what are you saying, are you drunk?” you say, placing your laptop onto the coffee table, walking up to him.

“i’m sober, just answer the question y/n. please,” he said, his voice was stern, but evident with desperation.

“oppa, are you okay right now?” your hands reaching over to place on his shoulder. he looked at your wrist, seeing the cartier bracelet he gifted you for your five months anniversary that was around it added to his distressful thoughts, “are you happy with all the things i give you? is that all you want from me?”

changmo could sense himself becoming angry over nothing but something inside him just couldn’t stop his emotions. he knew he was being irrational but he couldn’t even think about being reasonable.

“changmo. you have to breathe, calm down please,” you begged. you grabbed his hands, rubbing small circles into his larger ones. feeling your touch, he breathed in and out deeply, closing his eyes while doing so.

after a few moments, he began to calm down. he opened his eyes to look down, his strong gaze on you softening. looking up at him, you searched for his eyes, your heart dropped when you realized that they were watery.

“baby, what’s going on?” you asked softly, motioning him to sit down with you on the couch. he sat next to you, facing you, holding your hand tigger as his source of comfort. you heard him clear his throat, “are you just dating me for my money?” he said looking down at your hands, his voice wavering.

the next thing he heard was your laugh, his head quickly going up to see your face. “yah, why are you laughing?” you pretended to wipe a fake tear from your eyes, moving your hand to place on changmo’s cheek, moving his face to look into your eyes.

he felt a wave of shyness from the sudden eye contact, like he could finally realize it was a dumb question to begin with. “no offense oppa, but if i dated you because of your money, i wouldn’t be school anymore,” you said simply.

“is this what got you so worked up?” you questioned. he nodded in response, too embarrassed to open his mouth.

you breathed out deeply, stroking the side of his cheek as you continued to talk, “i know i’m a bit materialistic and i enjoy having nice things, but i hope you know i would still be with you even if we could only afford ramen for dinner every night. i love you because you’re thoughtful, caring, and you have so many more qualities i can go on and on about. i am grateful for all the gifts you give me, but i’m more grateful to be given the most wonderful boyfriend ever,” you finished, not losing eye contact with him.

hearing your words of reassurance erased all the insecurities and doubts that were instilled in changmo’s mind. he couldn’t help but feel himself fall in love with you even more. you were the one that always brought clarity to his worries, you kept him level-headed and he couldn’t feel more thankful in that moment. “i love you so much, my y/n,”

he snaked his arm around your waist to pull you close to him, kissing you unexpectedly. pulling away, he then painted your face with quick, soft pecks.

once he felt satisfied with the amount of affection he showed, he stared at your face with a smug smile. leaning back on the couch, he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. you giggled at his unexpected loving behavior, “i’m sorry jagi, i won’t think of something so stupid ever again,” he apologized.

“why did you ask me that in the first place?”

combing through your hair with his fingers, he sighed deeply, “i don’t know what got into me. i think i got insecure from the things the guys were asking me and i was just overthinking,” his deep voice vibrating through his chest. your hands found your way around his torso, holding onto him tighter, “i love you for you, always changmo. don’t you ever overthink that,” you replied. his felt his face warm up, “you’re so perfect y/n,” he commented, he was a sucker for you and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

“i know, so, if you ever pull that shit again,” you started, pointing at him, “i’ll sell all your damn rolexes,” you teased. staring down at you, he grinned, his eyes turning into crescents. “yes ma’am!” he saluted, earning a playful smack from you.

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Wanna Win? (Kirishima x Reader ft. KiriBaku)

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

If you have seen the movie Hitch, you will know where I got my inspo from lollll

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Hey I have request on Kiri x f!reader prompt: 3&9 “I think I love him/her” “When I think of my future it always has you in it.”

“I-I think I love her. I don’t know how to tell her, man. I have been thinking about this for days, but every situation that I can think of where I tell her how I feel ends with her breaking up with me, or punching me in the balls, or something…”

Holy shit. Bakugou knew that Kirishima was a hair for brains loser, but he never expected him to be the type of loser that thought with his short hairs. Jesus, was he the only person in this entire fucking school that hadn’t let his hormones think for him? Pathetic, really.

“Do you think that maybe I am moving too fast?” Kirishima pitifully fell back onto Bakugou’s bed alongside him with a deep sigh, igniting a low growl of annoyance from the latter. Kiri payed no mind to the display of aggression as he stared longingly at the ceiling above him, “it just feels so right. I wonder if she feels the same.  It’s just everything about her is so perfect. Her eyes, her hair, her smile—god, her entire body. How can a fucking neck be so hot? I mean…”

As Kirishima sat up and continued with his ramblings, Katsuki honestly didn’t know how many more eyerolls that he could withstand before the optic nerve that held his sight together tore off. Oh, well, at least he wouldn’t have to see his best friend—damn, it felt so lame to think that this groveling idiot was his best friend—could fall apart so easily over a damn girl.

You know what? It was almost like that stupid ‘Toostie Pop’ commercial. You know, that one with that bitch-ass nerd owl?

How many idiotic sentences does it take before Bakugou looses his shit?

One,

Two,

Three,

‘SMACK!’

The sound clapped against the walls of the dorm room as Bakugou swatted his friend on the back of his hard head, “I get you it, you idiot!” he screamed before settling back into a state of grump,  “I don’t understand why you are telling me all of this shit! I sure as hell don’t have anything to do with your creepy ass pining! I am not Y/N!”

Suddenly Kirishima got a hopeful look in his eye that Bakugou did not appreciate, “That’s it!”

“No.”

Kirishima laughed proudly, “I have an idea!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes once more, slightly hoping that this would be the one to end the torture, “Well, I don’t wanna hear i—”

“You can pretend to be Y/N, so I can practice how I am gonna tell her that I love her!” Kirishima threw his hands up before settling them into a gratified crossed position—a smile plastered onto his expression as if he had just had the eureka moment to solves all of life’s issues.

Bakugou was almost at a loss for words— almost. This was Katsuki Bakugou after all, “Do you ever listen to yourself, dumbass? Like really listen?”

“Oh c’mon, Bakugou! Please!”  the red head threw his hands up into a pleading position as he prayed that his friend would help him, “It’d mean the world to me. I just… I really like her. I don’t wanna mess things up. I need you to let me know if I am coming on too strong, or not strong enough. It has to be perfect for my baby girl.”

Bakugou felt a chill filled with disgust run down his spine at the corny-ass pet name, “Okay fine! But only because I don’t want your sorry ass loitering around in my room when you fuck up and get your heart broken,” he scowled.

“Yes!” Kirishima shouted as he held a victorious fist into the air, “You’re the best, man!” He suddenly fell into a bout of seriousness as his expression became determined, “Okay, picture this: I take her to the first place we kissed—the community room kitchen counter—and…”

Hold the fucking phone. Bakugou’s face shriveled into a level of disgust that he had not yet reached before.

Matter of a fact, hold all of the fucking phones. The kitchen counter? You mean the one that he uses every god damned day!?! He just ate his fucking rice at that counter!! For fucks sake.

The blond boy was hardly even listening at this point as the mental imagine of you pressed up on the counters in the downstairs kitchen buzzed around and infested his mind.

“…I am thinking I wake her up at like 3 am and set some candles down there. You know? To set the mood. And then--”

“JUST FUCK ALL THAT CORNY STUFF!” Bakugou screeched as he tried to shake the scarring sensual images out of his mind, “You storm up to her and knock her off her weak ass feet. That’s it. No kitchen, got it? Be straight up with her and don’t hold back.”

“That was… actually not terrible advice,” Kirishima gave him a small, appreciative smile.

Marginally offended, Bakugou narrowed his eyes at the red-head, “Shut up. So, what are you gonna say?”

Kirshima earnestly thought for a moment, leaving Bakugou to hold back a quip of “don’t hurt yourself” as silence engulfed the two boys. Finally, just as Bakugou was about to snap at him to hurry the hell up, Kirishima spoke up with a soft smile, “You’re a beautiful woman. You’ve made me feel like more of a man than ever. I love you,” as Kirishima finished, he tried to fight the genuine smile that spread across his expression as he searched for approval in his explosive buddy’s eyes.

He found nothing of the sort,

“LAME,” the blond buzzed and gave a thumbs down.

“What?!”

Bakugou didn’t even falter in his reasoning, “That was trash. Try again.”

Obviously a little frustrated, Kirishima searched his soul for a different choice of words. He began once more, this time a little less sure of himself, “I… think of you in everything that I do. When I am busy, when I am free-- every single thought leads me back to you. When I think of my future it always has you in it, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you, Y/N.”

Once again, as Kirishima searched Bakugou’s crimson eyes he was met with a disapproving glare, “Look. If you’re not gonna take this seriously then stop fucking wasting my time,” Katsuki snapped.

“Bro, I felt good about that one!” Kirishima stood up from the bed and threw his hands in the air in frustration.

Bakugou followed him from the bed, “Do you want to win her over or not, idiot?!”

Of course Kiri did! But... He wasn’t sure if this was the way to go anymore, “W-well,”

“DO YOU WANNA WIN OR NOT, SHIT HAIR?” Bakugou barked as he shoved a rough finger into the other boys chest.

“I WANNA WIN!” Kirishima screeched with resolve, his manly aurora radiating from his being. Bakugou’s eyes were filled with fury as the two men hyped each other up,

“YEAH?”

“HELL YEAH!”

“ALRIGHT THEN!” Bakugou smirked at his handy work, “I AM Y/N FUCKING L/N! NOW, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH Y—”

“What was that noise?” Mina question from the couch beside you. Yao-Momo and Jirou also spoke up about the noise coming from upstairs, causing your heart to drop a little in mortification.

You could recognize that scream from a mile away. You sighed as your circle of friends one-by-one realized that it was indeed your boyfriend, Kirishima, making all of that noise upstairs.

Well, let’s give him the benefit of the doubt. He could honestly be doing one of his workout videos…

As soon as you heard Bakugou’s voice enter the mix, your heart dropped. Well, so much for that theory. Mina spoke up, “Maybe.. you should go check on them?”

You pitifully obliged and went to check on the two knuckleheads.

You could very easily hear the deranged screaming of the feral Bakugou from the other side of his door “…NOW GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND MAKE ME…”

You nonchalantly gave two quick knocks before twisting the doorknob and swinging the door open—fully prepared to beat some blonde and red-headed ass for making you come all the way up here.

“What are you two—” your words were caught in a gasp as you witnessed your boyfriend aggressively tackle Bakugou into a rough kiss. Your mouth instinctively opened to scream, but nothing came out but a high pitched and strained squeak.

Bakugou almost instantly blasted Kirishima in the face, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???” you had actually never heard Bakugou’s voice like this. It was almost as high pitched and frantic as yours as the smoke from his attack set the building fire alarms off. Water began pouring from spouts on the ceiling.

“K-kiri!” you exclaimed—the two boys finally recognizing your alarmed presence, “What the fuck!” you cried out in shame.

The boy’s red hair—now soaking wet—clung to his horrified expression as his face flushed into a deep red to match it, “Y-Y/N, You make me manly. Every thought, everyday leads me to my future w-with you in it… Marry me?”

“God dammit.” The sound of Bakugou slapping his forehead echoed throughout the room as water dispersed from his dripping figure.

[krysyuy]

I continue to love Flower of Evil! There’s a lot going on in Episode 4, so let’s dive in. Oh, and I’ll be alternating between using Hyun Soo and Hee Sung, so apologies in advance if it confuses anyone. While the majority of the episode is focused on the chase for Hyun Soo, we still manage to get some crumbs about the Baek family. Me, every time with their scenes:

I keep saying this, but I’m so curious about this storyline!! What happened that the parents felt the need to have someone impersonate their son while he’s in a coma? I’m leaning more towards them being responsible for whatever happened… Unless their son did something so awful, they decided to cover it up thoroughly and completely in order not to lose face. Though Baek Man Woo (the father) seemed to treat his son with care. Whatever happened, they went to great lengths to conceal their secret. They even have a mute maid, though I don’t know how much that would discourage her from “talking” if/when push comes to shove later. We see that original!Hee Sung was quite the math whiz. So the only concrete fact we have about him (aside from the shady family) is that he’s extremely smart. Now is he good or bad… I initially thought we had a Queen Yoo situation on our hands with Kong Mi Ja (the mother), though apparently that’s not the case. I was genuinely shocked when she apologized, and THEN at the end admitted to the house being too big for two people, so she invited him to come over and eat some time. (Does that invitation extend to his wife and daughter?) I would not have expected this from the parents we see in the first episode. I love it though. This scene gave the mom a bit more depth, instead of her being another variation of the Evil Matriarch trope. For a moment, there seemed to be a kind of softening in the tension of this scene. Though of course she also majorly freaked when she found out Ji Won is on the case. I definitely feel like it’s the guilt and the stress of their situation regarding being found out, which then led to these anxiety problems. I am living for these flashbacks of Hee Sung and Ji Won’s past. And young Hee Sung is so clueless, please😭😂 I mean, it’s understandable why, but still. Kudos to Ji Won for not backing down. Their past versions are so cute, and the set-up could’ve easily been its own drama. I’d love to know what Ji Won thinks is going on when Hee Sung stares at an empty space, and then gets all guarded and freaked out. But later when Hee Sung says Ji Won scares his father - MY HEART😭 Even if she doesn’t know it, she protects him. “Why do you like me? Why?” I actually would also like to know this, lol. Hopefully we get an answer in the next flashback about why she fell for him. But I also would not blame her if it’s primarily because of his pretty face. xP Either way, she clearly sees something in him that he does not. I really like Ji Won’s team, but I’m always going back and forth on her sunbae, lolll. He’s funny but can also be a bit irritating. So sometimes I like him, sometimes I don’t. Which I think is how he’s purposefully written, haha. Her hoobae is always great though. Finally, we’re introduced to Hyun Soo’s sister. I was kinda ???? when she touched her phone with all that fake blood on her hands. She didn’t even ask her assistant for a towel or wipes… ANYWAYS lmao, I didn’t really get any ~shady vibes from her, but there wasn’t much to go on just yet. I do think she’s lonely and she misses her brother. When Ji Won was commenting on Hyun Soo’s life, and he’s right there with his head on her lap😢 It would be interesting to see her start to realize/uncover the truth of some things about Hyun Soo before she fully realizes he’s her husband. I’m very curious as to how the writer is planning this reveal. “Was my husband always this handsome?” Yes. But seriously, why are they so adorable. I just want them to be happy😭 Me, with the earlier eps: I mean, he’s possibly irredeemable, it’s cool if he doesn’t have a happy ending— Drama as it reveals more of his character:

Hee Sung faking sadness was so funny because we know he dgaf about his would-be murderer. I do feel bad for the wife, but she did end up giving Hee Sung a huge clue. I certainly didn���t expect the culprit to be the taxi driver! When the driver was telling his story to JW’s sunbae previously, I do remember thinking it was odd that the killer would share that they’re in the same profession as their father. If you’re a killer, why would you be dropping personal details like that to a possible witness later? I’m sorry, what is this coincidence of him being caught on camera in the photo background of someone visiting from his hometown???? I’ll roll with it, but wow. lol Moo Jin trying to sniff out the story of how Hyun Soo obtained his new identity with the Baek family… I was warming up to him, but then he tried to record HS. Thankfully, HS caught on, but if Moo Jin backstabs Hyun Soo/Hee Sung later ISTG… I wonder if he’ll change his tune (because he is so not giving up) when he meets up with Do Hae Soo again. There’s definitely something going on with Do Min Seok’s death. I doubt he committed suicide, so I wonder if HS or his sister did the deed. The chase scene with Hee Sung and Ji Won was amazing, and I could only think about how these spouses are hella in shape. And that fight - well, more like struggle - in the building! HS deserved that kick to the nuts lol. But the way he instinctively jumped forward to save Ji Won from the falling tools… 😭 He loves her GDI. I wonder if he realizes this though. He was suspiciously quiet when Moo Jin was asking if he really didn’t have any feelings for her. HS never directly answers this when it’s brought up. Everyone in the know asks if affection bloomed because of Eun Ha’s birth, but the flashbacks clearly show that is not the case. Also, this thought came to me in earlier episodes too, like when he snooped in Moo Jin’s place, but Hee Sung is leaving his fingerprints EVERYWHERE. Please wear gloves, I am begging😭 “We should’ve continued that exorcism!” “What does Do Hyun Soo have against this town anyway?” YOU ALREADY ANSWERED YOUR OWN QUESTION, PLEASE SHUT UP. The phone call with Eun Ha may be my favorite part of the episode, lmao. She’s way too cute. I was the grandma trying not to laugh in the background. Like Eun Ha was so devastated that he wasn’t around. It’s precious how much she loves and misses her dad, which is something that Hyun Soo must marvel at. Before Ji Won, he never experienced that. (Maybe with Hae Soo, but we still don’t know enough to gauge their relationship.) But that ending!! I’m dying to know what’s going on in Ji Won’s head when she sees this piece of evidence (Hyun Soo, please be smarter omfg). Like I don’t know if her mind will immediately jump to HS being the one she was chasing (even if she’d be right lolll). First, she’ll wonder how tf the watch got there and then go through different options before then landing on him. I don’t even know if she’ll get the chance to make that leap because from the preview, we know the taxi driver is up to no good and Ji Won realizes her husband is in danger. Hee Sung/Hyun Soo was injured from the falling tools earlier, and I think that’ll partially be the reason why the taxi driver gets the upper hand and subdues him. I’M SO EXCITED FOR NEXT WEEK!!! I’ve been hyped for the water scene since the teasers, and we’re already getting it. But I’m also so confused because there are still 12 episodes left, lollll. I thought this would be a mid-point scenario. And we’ve already seen a lot of the material that was in the trailer. Not everything, but a good chunk. I really love how things are progressing. Nothing’s dragging (to me). I am a little worried about the back half as that is where dramas tend to do or die. I’ll guess the situation with the Baek family will drive the 2nd half, and that the real son will wake in the middle eps or later. The writer hasn’t given me any reason to doubt them so far. I’m still along for the ride, and I hope the next episode is as promising as it looks. My Twitter liveblog for Ep4: twitter.com/krysyuy/status/1291852350747901952

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The Awakening

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Request: @hains-j​ “Could you do an alternate version of The Awakening where the reader tries to return him to the light so she reveals she’s pregnant?”

Warnings: Sad Anakin, childbirth, death

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting this! I hope I was able to capture what you wanted! But basically, this fic starts out similarly to the original The Awakening, but has a way better ending lollll. Anyways, enjoy!

Masterlist

Your feet couldn’t move down the ramp of your ship fast enough. 

The door hadn’t been granted time to even meet the dirt below before you were bounding down it, your feet hitting the metal harshly. 

“Anakin!” You yelled, your voice cracking as your lungs began to heave. 

“(Y/N)!” 

Your eyes went wide as you stopped at the bottom of the ramp of your ship and looked around, desperately willing Anakin to appear in front of you. 

A quick glance to your left and he was there, across a gorge but quickly making his way to you. 

The Force shifted oddly around him now, almost skittering out of his way as if he were parting crowds to get to you. 

The Force knew this was wrong. 

That he was wrong. 

That you were wrong. 

The realization settled onto your heart and in the corners of your mind but it’s daunting weight would have to be dealt with later. 

Anakin’s foot falls against the harsh red dirt pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up at him as he stopped in front of you. 

One look at each other and the mutual understanding that something wasn’t right was passed between you. 

Your face crumbled, showing an emotion so deep that Anakin felt what was left of his heart constrict and tighten, almost uncomfortably so. 

You rushed into his arms, pulling him against you with such force he staggered for a moment before regaining his footing and wrapping his arms around you. 

Your face was pressed into his chest, the smoke of the burning planet around you invading your senses. He no longer smelled of himself. 

You could hear his heart beating in his chest and it sounded as if someone had pulled out the heart you loved and replaced it with a machine. 

This was not your Anakin. 

“I came as soon as I could.” 

You stated frantically, pushing yourself away from him to hold him at arms length and check him for injuries. 

He just blinked and watched you, a faint smirk on his lips but his eyes, his eyes were not with you. They were seeing things you could not dare imagine. 

“I heard something about you and the younglings and oh,” your chest tightened at the alarm that crossed his features, “Ani please, please my darling tell me it was a lie.” 

The end of your sentence left your lips in a whisper, and Anakin wanted to take it all back right then and there. 

The terror, anger, and fear reflecting themselves in your eyes was too much for him to look at. 

He had never known you to harbor such passionate and consuming emotions. 

He was doing this to you. 

The reckoning. 

Your reckoning. 

He looks away from you to avoid your eyes and your heart begins to beat so fast you fear it’ll explode and kill you right then and there. 

“Anakin look at me.” You whisper and his head turns further away from you.

Tears well up in your eyes and begin to trail down your cheeks, leaving stains as they race against the dirt from the planet that resides in their way. 

He hears you sniffle and his head snaps to face you once more, his brows laced together as his eyes find the tears. 

He knows this is it. 

He’s caused the very thing he became a monster to avoid, happen at his own hands. 

You bring your hand up to his face, your soft fingertips ghosting themselves over the scar there, lightly over his lips, before settling at the base of his neck.

He wants to touch you. 

To reach out and pull you to him and apologize on his knees as he promises to take it all back. 

But he can’t. 

He can’t move, he can’t apologize, he can’t take it back. 

His destiny is of but one path now, and he can no longer sway from it. 

“Please,” you stutter out before stepping closer to him, pushing your chests together and causing him to look down at you, “tell me it’s a lie, Anakin.” 

His name is harsh from your lips. 

It doesn’t hold the same tone it did all those weeks ago when you held each other in the dark of your assigned rooms as you hoped no one would hear. 

It’s cold now. 

Lifeless, a shell parading as a nomer.

He looks at you and feels his anger surge. 

How dare you feel the need to fuss at him. 

He only did this to protect you. 

You made him into this thing, this monster. 

“I will not, because it is not a lie.” 

Your hand drops from his neck and you stumble back from him. 

“Anakin...” A whisper, gone with the wind as quick as it came. A feeling, that he is telling the truth. 

“How?” You yell at him and he does not flinch. 

“You are going to die, (Y/N)!” You stumble again, this time falling to the ground.

“I am the reason you die.” He finishes and his voice is so devoid of emotion that you could believe a droid has been answering for him. 

He does not care. Perhaps he never has. 

“The path that the Force has laid out for me is what is right, Anakin. You can do nothing to change that.” 

He roars and pulls you to your feet. 

“Changing it was the only thing that mattered to me! Do you think I can do this without you? I became this FOR you, because of you. All of this power I have discovered is because of you. You make me stronger.” 

He yells every word, his hands still holding tightly to your shoulders. 

“Anakin!” You yell in his face now, anger at the choices he thinks he can make without concerning you finally surfacing. 

“I’m pregnant!” 

It takes a moment for the words to travel the short distance between the two of you, but when it does, his heart stops. 

Has he heard you right? That you stand before him carrying life that you worked together to create?

He releases you now, backing up and shaking his head. 

“You’re lying.” He mumbles, still backing away in disbelief. 

“Anakin, why would I lie about something as serious as this?” You whisper, eyes trained on him and willing him to look at you. And he does, he looks up at you and your chest constricts. 

Anakin is gone. It is only rage now, unbridled and built around him as if you were staring at a brick wall instead of the man you loved. 

“You’re doing this to try and stop me! To stop what I’ve become!” He is yelling so loud that you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and your eyes widen. 

“Anakin,” you start, but he no longer wants to hear it. 

He is done. 

With you, the Jedi, the life he lived before this very moment. 

How dare you threaten him with false pretenses that could trick him into thinking he could ever have a happy life? 

“Liar!” He yells and you back up a step, planting yourself in the dirt beneath you. 

“You know that I’m not, Anakin. Feel it. Reach out and feel, Ani. Please.” 

He will not, he refuses. Because a part of him, a small part, does feel it. 

He knows that you hold his child, that they will smile like you and have his eyes and the combined strength of you both. 

But that is no longer the path the Force has for him. 

His dream is still present in his mind, and if he doesn’t save you now, he will lose you and his child. 

Everything he does, he does for you. 

“Liar!” He yells yet again, but it’s different this time, still angry, but tired, defeated. 

“Anakin,” you whisper and it is so empty that he falters, but for only a moment. 

“You’re breaking my heart.” 

You clutch your chest and watch him as he watches you, neither of you moving. 

“Anakin.” 

His head snaps to your ship and he sees Obi-Wan. 

“She is not lying.” 

Anger, no animosity, blinds him and he ignites his saber. 

“You brought him to me!” 

He roars and you hold your hands out in front of yourself to explain but he silences you, lifting you up as he manipulates the Force to choke you. The power wrapping itself around your neck feels euphoric as it wraps around his fingers. 

“You betrayed me!” He yells over the sound of your choking and the sight of you grasping at the air around your neck. 

He is overcome with a hurt so deep that it splits his soul to the core. 

How had you done this to him? After everything? Maybe you were right. Maybe the Force had planned for you to die at his hand. 

Curse the child you carried, it would not stop him from doing what he needed to, from becoming what he had set out to become all those years ago on Tatooine. 

“Anakin release her!” Obi-Wan calls and begins running to reach you. 

Anakin has never felt it before, but Obi-Wan is afraid. 

Of him. 

It brings a satisfied smirk to his face before he turns his eyes back to you. 

You have gone almost purple, and your struggle has begun to cease. 

“All is as the Force wills it to be.” He whispers but both you and Obi-Wan hear it. 

Obi-Wan yells something at him and with a final squeeze, you drop to the dirt in front of him. His hand returns to his side. 

Obi-Wan has stopped. He looks to Anakin and feels a shift in the Force unlike anything before. He watches as Anakin looks to him from you. 

“My awakening.” 

Anakin hums contently, and Obi-Wan feels his heart break. 

He searches his mind for what he did wrong to create such a situation. 

Anakin glances to you one last time and allows himself a single tear before he steps over your body.

—

Anakin feels the sting of the droids around him closing up the wounds he suffers. 

They pinch and poke and saw and he feels tears fall from his eyes. 

They work to stitch his wounds together, but they can’t fix the gaping hole rooting itself between his ribs. 

As he watches the mask being lowered onto his face he feels a rush of memories that hit him so hard he forgets for a moment where he is. 

He relives each memory. 

A touch of your hand on his shoulder as you pass each other in the hall. 

The look in your eyes when he told you he loved you. His fingertips trailing your skin in moonlight. 

The sound of your voice when you comfort him after a nightmare. 

He thinks they’ll never stop, but when they do, it is because the mask has clicked into place and he is rising, rising, rising. 

This is who he is now. 

He hears Palpatine beside him, talking, but Anakin can only think of one thing.

“What happened to her?” 

Palpatine stops, hands clasped together. 

“I am afraid, that in your anger, you killed her.” 

Anakin screams now, pain ripping through his body. 

His dream, no, his nightmare, has manifested into this. 

He has nothing now but the power that has been granted to him. 

He will grow in it. 

For you, for your child. 

He will become the strongest Sith in the galaxy. 

—-

On the opposite side of the galaxy, you are surrounded by droids of your own, their touches working to sooth pain caused by delivery. 

You cry, but not just because of the physical pain, but because of the emotional pain. 

You cry for your baby, for what is becoming of your Ani somewhere across the galaxy. 

You cry for the life you could have led. 

The nurse droid holds something and the wailing of someone other than you brings you back to reality. 

“A boy,” the droid announces, and the baby’s wiggling body brings a pained smile to your face. 

“Luke.” You whisper, and the droid moves away from you, passing him to another. 

You hear wailing yet again, and surprise strikes you as you strain to sit up. 

“A girl,” the droid announces again and your heart lifts and swells with love.

“Leia,” you smile and the droid moves her away too. 

You lay back down then, and suddenly it all becomes too much. 

How will you raise them without Ani? What will you tell them when they begin to ask questions? What will become of your life after this? 

You begin crying again, and you feel the Force moving strangely around you.

Anakin was right, his dream awakens the shift you feel, and, with a final tear rolling down your cheek, you join the other Jedi lost to the stars.