#final destination headcannons

[art1c-m0nk3ys]

Random head cannon for each final destination protagonist bc boredom🔥🔥

Sam Lawton: he always quotes that one thing from kitchen nightmares where Gordon Ramsey says “crispy as FUCK and it looks like Gandhi’s flip flop” he just finds it so funny

Nick O’Bannon: he first met Lori at someone’s house party. He was extremely drunk and wanted to impress her so he wanted to show Lori that he could stick his whole hand in his mouth. It got stuck and Nick sobbed for a solid 5 minutes till Lori felt bad and helped him pry his own fist out his mouth. She was just standing there as he cried like :🧍‍♀️

Wendy Christensen: gets so MAD at board games,like flip the board mad. Once she got so pissed she threw a checkers piece into nicks face,hitting him in the eye. Wendy now has to sign a contract every time she wants to participate in game night😔💔

Kimberly Corman: bullies kids on Roblox. She’s the original Roblox DIVA💜

Alex browning: he is running EVERYWHERE. He is always late for SOMETHING. That is a man on a mission. Once someone told him something was happening outside and Alex obviously assumed an avengers level threat was happening outside so he tried to sprint out the room to SEE what was happening only to run Mack 10 speed into the doorframe

[art1c-m0nk3ys]

ooh wee ooh I look just like Buddy hollyyy‼️‼️🗣️🔥🔥 also this list is so real I’m crying

As a weezer fan I can tel you yes Billy would fucking love weezer (so would like half of the characters I can’t lie😔)

I have this really old hc that Sam would like Weezer so-

A list of characters who would like WEEZER:

Tim, Rory, Nick, Kevin, Tod, George, Julie, Ashlyn

[saint-petah-the-good]

my biggest fear is being closed in a room with all of my fictional crushes

[carpeossa]

Headcannon that Death from Joe Black and Death from Final Destination are the same being.

[r0-boat]

Whb!Lucifer wedding headcanons

This one is less jokey and more wholesome than mammon's. my mistake 😭

Headcannon: that angels and humans have similar wedding traditions because it was angels who taught humans their tradition of weddings. Even though it has changed a little bit, the more traditional Christian weddings are similar to angels!

Lucifer sees you as his future spouse. You make him feel every strong feeling that he's never felt before in his life. He's never wanted anything more in his immortal life. Everything he does and says with you is specifically to you for you. There is a reason why Lucifer only calls you "child of Adam" when you're around. You were his first kiss, and you were his first time, and as much as he loved God, you were his first romantic love, and his last.

First of all he is a man of God. And there is a very beautiful white marble church built and designed after the buildings in heaven. He frequently goes there when He feels particularly homesick. If you think you're going to marry Lucifer who's canonically still worships God and not get married in a church You are mistaken. Traditional Christian wedding a picture perfect white wedding like you see in Disney movies. He's not a complete prude He will gladly change anything you want from the wedding. The only thing he will not change is the venue and where the wedding takes place.

When you see the church it will be a white marble castle, its courtyard and backyard filled with beautiful flowers. Flowers he brought from heaven or earth or anything he thought was beautiful that reminded him of his home and brothers before he fell.

Lucifer is a little bit of a perfectionist. If there's anything you want about your wedding you better tell him now. He doesn't want you to lift a finger for your own ceremony just let him do all the work. The wedding hasn't even started and he's already calling you my groom/bride.

The two of you won't be seeing each other until the ceremony. But in Lucifer's words "it's not completely because of tradition dear it's because if I see you I don't think that outfit will live to see another night. And no one will see you until after our honeymoon."

Lucifer at first did not want to participate in the bachelor party However The other Kings are free to go have fun. But the Kings did not take no for an answer and dragged him to have fun in Tartaros to have fun.

During the ceremony his eyes are on you only. Looking at you with pupils dilated, a small pleasant smile and half-lit eyes. His voice becomes soft and husky whenever he talks about or to you. He ends in endearment and words of affection and affirmation calling you little pet names that he's collected for you over the years.

Lucifer is glued to your side a little uncharacteristically So, following you around like a lost puppy, his arm constantly around your waist holding you as if you are a part of him And if he lets you go, he will lose you forever. The entire day, he worships you and has dots on you, almost becoming a little smothering.

The kings are a little uncomfortable because of the choice of venue, but they're here to support your wedding for Lucifer. It's not like they can crash/stop, or protest in any way. Lucifer isn't one for play fighting. (Don't worry; notorious party Crashers have been contained via duct tape) Lucifer is sad because his angel brothers will not attend his wedding, but that's okay. His new brothers and beautiful wife/husband are here so he won't be alone.

The night after the ceremony when all demons go home. After You finally become his, He takes you into his bedroom, laying you on to his silk and sheets, and he makes love to you. No, he doesn't fuck you. He doesn't make you scream. He makes love to you; he worships you like you are his God.

For a honeymoon he would let you choose the destination, anywhere on Earth. He just wants to get away from it all, from heaven and hell because he wants you to be his entire world.

[iheartnerdz]

🍰 Baker!Miguel O’Hara x reader (headcannons)

Content warning: SFW, grumpy miguel, sunshine reader, fluff ♡

A/N: I’ve been thinking about this for a few days! Gender neutral! <3

Slightly proofread/edited (6.6.24)

Miguel’s day starts at 4 am

Always in a crisp, white apron and rolled up sleeves (ahh!)

Miguel despises flirtation and has a reputation for being brusque with customers who try to woo him

His favorite cake flavor is definitely chocolate and anything caramel

I picture you working at a travel agency (get it? 😜)

You go to the bakery that your co-worker, Miles, has recommended

You go in to buy a birthday cake for your co-worker, Cassie

Very quiet and calm first interaction with Miguel

As you’re about to leave, Peter B runs after you, urging you to ask Miguel for a date in exchange for a lifetime supply of sweets from the bakery

You’re hesitant, but c’mon, lifetime supply of baked goods? Who can pass that up?! So, you agree, not knowing it would be a challenge

You go back in the bakery and ask Miguel on a date

He frowns slightly and replies curtly, dismissing the request with a nonchalant, “I’m not interested” (ouch)

You’re not giving up

“LIFETIME SUPPLY OF SWEETS” you remind yourself

You visit the bakery more frequently, trying different approaches to engage Miguel in conversation about his baking

Over time, Miguel starts to notice your genuine interest in his craft rather than just trying to flirt

This piques his interest (😏)

You make small talk about various travel destinations, sometimes bringing Miguel exotic ingredients from different places, which starts to break the ice

Miguel begins to share small details about his baking process and personal stories, slowly warming up to your easy-going nature

After numerous visits and many conversations, Miguel finally agrees to a casual coffee date, more out of curiosity than anything else

The date is surprisingly enjoyable for both. Miguel finds your relaxed nature refreshing, while you discover Miguel’s hidden softer side (aww)

You continue to visit the bakery, and Miguel, though still reserved, starts looking forward to these interactions

This is definitely a slow-burn

Miguel appreciates your persistence and genuine interest, while you enjoy uncovering Miguel’s layers (emotionally, guys 🙂‍↔️)

Miguel starts teaching you how to bake, leading to laughter and a deeper connection

True to Peter’s promise, you start receiving a steady supply of sweets from the bakery, each treat more delicious than the last

But what if Peter is sneaking you these sweets behind Miguel’s back

And what if one day, Miguel sees you picking up a cake and you don’t pay

“Peter, did they forget to pay?”

Bonus: You and Miles go to the bakery on your guys’ lunch break. Gwen is helping at the register, and Miles is smitten (🤭)

Let me know if y’all want a part 2! 💝 Might keep this as SFW/fluff, we’ll see!

[lcvemiyuki]

haikyuu masterlist

f - fluff | a - angst | d - drabbles | o - oneshot | h - headcannons

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

karasuno

⤷ close to his heart | f, o | hinata

content: you attend an intense and crucial match for the jackals and discover a certain wing spiker wears his promise ring in secret to give him good luck during a game.

⤷ plumeria picker | f, o | kageyama

content: on the last day of a trip back home to hawai'i, kageyama lets you lead the way to one final destination. a simple plumeria tree serves as a remembrance of their memorable vacation together.

⤷ nostalgia and night patrols | f, o | daichi

content: after years apart, a chance encounter with your childhood crush, daichi, leads to a night that opens up a box of unspoken feelings for you; welcome home, y/n.

⤷ crossed lines | o | tsukishima

content: he thought he knew the answers to everything and made sure to map out his every action. yet, none could rationalize the way you made his insides churn with a burn of conflicting emotions.

nekoma

⤷ seashells by the seashore | f, o | kuroo

content: sometimes even the smallest things remind him of you...even a pretty little seashell

aoba johsai

⤷ “like” | a, d | oikawa

content: another sleepless night and oikawa is scrolling through your profile...again.

shiratorizawa

⤷ pilates workout | f, o | ushijima

content: ushijima asks you for help on improving his core and balance.

⤷ in proximity | f, o | ushijima

content: ushijima asking for help on English is one thing--him sitting just inches away from you is another

fukurodani

⤷ tba.

inarizaki

⤷ ice cream kisses | f, o | atsumu

content: he would follow anywhere you would go—even full speed towards an ice cream truck.

itachiyama

⤷ tba.

various

⤷ cliche romance tropes | f, d |

content: haikyuu boys as cliche romance tropes.

⤷ couple tiktok trends | f, d |

content: haikyuu boys x reader doing tiktok trends. (iwaizumi, kuroo, bokuto)

⤷ when they get jealous | f, d, h |

⤷ when they get jealous pt.2

content: haikyuu boys x reader, when they get jealous over someone else. (kageyama, oikawa, ushijima) pt. 2 (kenma, tsukishima, osamu)

[astrophileous]

Love Bugs (Pt. 07)

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female Reader

Synopsis: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

Warning(s): cursing, mentions and/or depictions of death, near death experience, usage of guns, mentions of injuries resulted from physical violence, mentions of strangulation, pregnancy, somewhat religious undertones (very minor), I think that's all?? Pls inform me if I missed any

Word Count: 3200-ish

Tag(s): @marvelousgoldroses @jay-2s-world @whore-of-the-pumpkin-patch @maxinehufflepuffprincess @cat-or-kitten @littleshadow17 @itzz-me-duh @geeksareunique @paisleebubbles @whateverrrrrrrrs @crazyunsexycool @bruher @spiderlillie00 @f1lov3r @louderfortheback @wifeyofeveryone

Author's Note: HI!! I can't believe we're finally at the end of Love Bugs OMG!!! Thank you so much for everyone who has stuck by this series through its ups and downs. I was initially planning to write an additional chapter to close off this story, but I realized that this is the right part to end it. With that said, I am open to taking requests of blurbs/headcannons for Love Bugs if any of you would like to see more from these two. Just send me an ask and I'll make sure to check it out! This story is my very first derek and criminal minds fic altogether, so it's pretty emotional to be saying goodbye to it. Again, thank you so much for reading Love Bugs and I hope you'll be around for any derek/other criminal minds fics I might have in the future ❤️ Don't forget to LIKE+REBLOG+COMMENT 🌹

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Derek knew that letting Hotch take the wheel was a mistake.

He was already marching towards the driver's side back at the HQ's parking lot when the older man had stopped Derek before he could get in.

"Your head is not in the right place right now. The last thing we need is to get into a car accident when (Y/N) desperately needs our help," Hotch had reasoned.

Derek obviously couldn't argue with that.

But Lord, did he wish that he had actually argued with that. He kept internally cursing his boss for not going fast enough. Never mind if the speedometer was teetering towards 60 miles per hour, it still just wasn't fast enough.

A phone call from Spencer and JJ came in around 5 minutes before Derek and Hotch were supposed to reach their destination.

"His new office is empty," Spencer had said. "She's not here."

That new piece of information meant that you were being held either at the UnSub's home--where Emily and Rossi were heading to right at that moment--or the old office building that, according to Garcia, had once belonged to the UnSub's father.

Derek wished that the office was exactly where the UnSub had been holding you all this time. Not because Derek wished to be the one to find you first--of course not, he couldn't care less about that--but just because Derek would prefer it more if he was the one to face the UnSub and point the barrel of his gun at your abductor's head, watching as the fired bullet penetrated his skull before the scumbag dropped dead onto the ground.

As soon as the SVU pulled up to the driveway of the office building, followed by two police cars, Derek wasted no time climbing off his seat and out of the car. His steps were tenacious as he stomped towards the entrance, purposefully ignoring Hotch's frantic calls of his name.

"Hey, wait a minute, Morgan. Slow down."

Derek pushed past a frowning Hotch, fully intent on closing the twenty feet distance between him and the front doors. But Hotch's hand on his shoulder faltered his steps once more, and Derek couldn't rein his anger when he finally decided to face Hotch.

"What the fuck do you want, man?!"

"You can't just barge in there. We need a plan."

"A plan?" Derek scoffed. "She could be dead by the time we draw up your stupid plan."

"Morgan," Hotch's voice came with a warning. "You're not thinking straight--"

"Hell yeah I'm not! (Y/N) could be inside right now, fighting for her life, and you wanna talk plans?" Derek took a step forward, leveling his burning gaze with Hotch's eyes. "You're the one who caused us this mess, Hotch. Do you really want her blood on your hands, too?"

In the many years of him knowing Derek Morgan, Hotch never witnessed such fury in the man's eyes. These were the eyes of a man who had nothing to lose. A man who was ready to sacrifice everything because his whole world was at stake.

"You're staying behind me," Hotch said at last. "Don't do anything rash, or I'll be forced to have you sit this one out."

As much as Derek wasn't satisfied by those conditions, he knew that it was the best option he could have, so he relented.

Under Hotch's command, the group of six split into three pairs as soon as they stepped inside the treshold. They checked every room in the two story building, but they all came up empty. Once they were back outside, Hotch received a phone call from Emily and Rossi.

"There's no sign of them in the house as well," Hotch said, repeating the exact words that Emily had informed him over the phone.

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Maybe he's taken her some place else. I'll call Garcia and see if she can pull up any other potential location."

As Hotch waited for the tech-analyst to answer, Derek began darting his eyes over the entire building once more. None of it made any sense. He knew that it was impossible, but something told him that you were close. You were nearby. Just a sliver away from his reach.

It felt like he had been staring at the building for an eternity when it finally dawned on him.

"Hotch," Derek called out, feet already moving again towards the front door, "this building has a basement."

Derek didn't wait for a response as he barged inside.

Behind him, the other five people scrambled to catch up with his pace. Derek went to recheck all of the rooms in that building, banging on suspicious looking panels on the wall and testing the integrity of the floor beneath him.

A clanking sound in the distance eventually tore his attention away. The mysterious noise was soon followed by a shout from one of the uniformed officers.

"We found this," the officer reported as soon as Hotch and Derek stepped into the furthest room in the building.

On the ground, a rusty metal bookcase lied haphazardly. Right behind it, a wooden panel on the wall was gaping. Derek locked eyes with Hotch, a silent confirmation, before Hotch nudged the panel wider with his shoulder.

The hidden room led to a flight of stairs leading them down towards a dingy basement. Hotch motioned for everyone to follow him as he stealthily moved towards a metal door on the far side of one of the walls. As Hotch grabbed its handle, Derek tightened the hold he had on his gun.

Everything else had transpired in a blur.

Derek only recalled seeing that horrific scene playing out in front of him for less than a split second--the image of that bastard putting his filthy hands on you--before his instinct kicked in. Two bullets from his gun; one to the shoulder and one more to the neck.

Derek barely even registered the gurgling sounds the UnSub was making as he rushed towards you.

Derek's heart was glass as he knelt by the chair, each piece shattering against his insides with every mark, cut, and bruise that he could see littering your skin. He still remembered the feeling of your naked skin under his fingertips. Soft and tender, like frosting on a cake. But now?

Now, it looked dull and lifeless.

With heart in his throat, Derek moved to touch your limp form. "Bug?"

No answer.

"Hey, (Y/N)? It's me. I'm here, Bug, please open your eyes," he pleaded. "Wake up, sweetheart."

The pressure in Derek's chest inflated. His palm felt ice on your face. His fingers around your wrist scrambled for any sign of life he could find, but there was none.

"Hotch! Hotch, she's not breathing!" Derek called out, a sentence made out of nightmares. "Help me get this off!"

It felt like an eternity until Hotch was able to hand Derek the metal cutter, which they then used to free you of your restrains. Your body slumped instantly into Derek's arms the moment they cut off the last metal cuff, and Derek tried not to dwell over the fact that you felt stiff and cold against him.

"You're okay, sweetheart," he murmured as he laid you down on the ground. "Come on, you're okay."

Those words kept repeating themselves over and over again as he started doing compressions on your chest. Prayers towards a God he hadn't spoken to for a while also slipped past his lips. Prayers for a miracle. Prayers for the heavens to allow Derek to take your place instead. Prayers for the universe to please, let him have more time with you, please, please, please.

"Morgan." Hotch's hand fell on his shoulder, but Derek never faltered. He kept on pumping your chest, willing for your heart--his heart--to start beating once more. "Morgan, the paramedics are here."

Reluctantly, Derek let himself be dragged away from you, giving room for the first responders to do their job. As he looked down upon his hands, Derek noticed that they had been shaking. Violently.

"Please be careful," Hotch spoke up. "She's pregnant."

"Clear," one of the paramedics announced before another one pressed the shock button on the defibrillator.

Derek stared helplessly at the flat line shown on the heart monitor.

"Again. Clear."

Every second that passed by was an inch of blade through his chest. Every second you teetered closer towards death was also his life undoing right in front of his eyes.

Derek thought it was over. His world was crumbling to ash all around him, stripping down the colors until all he could see was gray. He was standing on the brink of its wreckage when suddenly, he heard one of the paramedics yell, "We got a pulse!"

And just like that, Derek's knees gave out underneath him.

"Morgan!" Hotch caught Derek's shoulders, keeping him up before the younger man could collapse completely on the floor. "Hey, she's okay. She's gonna be okay."

Derek could only nod his head in response. Words tasted like lead on his tongue as he struggled to catch his breath. Tears streamed down his face like a burst dam after a rainstorm.

For a second there, Derek thought his world was ending.

But as he stared feebly at the paramedics wheeling your body away, Derek couldn't stop thanking the universe for giving him another chance. One more chance to be with you. One more chance to make things right.

This time, Derek was not going to let it go to waste.

Darkness was peaceful.

In the darkness, you were nothing.

But you had always wanted to be something.

With a heavy heart, you made the decision to say goodbye, to come back to the life that had been your constant for the past decades. To a world that, beneath all of the bad things you had witnessed in it, still had some good worth mentioning, too.

Like Derek Morgan, for example.

Despite everything that happened, you could never deny that Derek was a rare example of good in the world. And he was exactly the person who occupied your mind when you gradually regained your consciousness, letting yourself amble further from the promises you had rejected from the darkness.

When you finally opened your eyes, it felt like your body had been dragged through much more than mere mud.

Fluorescent lights blinded you almost instantly. You turned your head in order to escape the onslaught, but the pain radiating through your entire body made you whimper instead.

"(Y/N)." A gentle hand landed on your shoulder. "Hey, you're awake."

You blinked away the fog that had gathered in your vision, trying to make out the silhouette in front of you until it morphed into a recognizable face.

"JJ?"

"Yeah, it's me." She smiled. "How're you feeling?"

"Not particularly great."

JJ breathed out a laugh. "I figured."

You groaned quietly as you shifted yourself to a new position, JJ jumping in to help even before you asked her to.

"What happened, J?" you questioned once you had settled comfortably.

"I think that's a talk for later, (Y/N). For now, you need to rest."

"Please--" you grabbed onto JJ's wrist, "--I want to know. The last thing I remember was... was..."

Being strangled.

That was the last thing you remembered before everything went dark.

JJ's eyes flashed with understanding. "You were barely alive when help arrived. It was a miracle that Hotch and Derek got there when they did."

"Derek?"

The smile JJ gave you was full of hidden meanings. She gestured with her head towards the other end of the room, towards the direction you hadn't even once inspected since you woke up. A worn down couch stood against the wall, and on top of it, cramping himself into a position that was surely not comfortable, was the person you had been hoping to see since you opened your eyes in that dingy basement.

Derek.

He was sleeping with his arm draped over his eyes. He must have been tired, you thought. Or otherwise, he wouldn't have been sleeping so soundly in such an awkward position.

"How long was I out?"

"About two days." You couldn't hide your shock when you looked at JJ. "He never left, (Y/N). He refused to leave your side."

JJ's revelation compelled your eyes to stray towards Derek once more. You missed him. You were still missing him even when he was there, in the same room as you were, safe and sound.

As if she could dissect the content of your head, JJ spoke up again, "Do you want me to wake him up?"

"No, please. He needs the rest."

"Pretty sure he needs to see you more than he needs his sleep, (Y/N)."

Ignoring your protests, JJ circled the bed and approached the run-down couch in the corner. You watched with a drum in your chest as JJ gently shook Derek awake, smiling to yourself when you see him open his eyes blearily.

"Someone wants to see you," JJ informed, nodding her head in your direction.

It was as though a switch had been flipped somewhere inside of him. The moment Derek saw your eyes looking at him, any trace of exhaustion he was previously feeling automatically dissolved in a heartbeat.

"I'll better step outside," JJ announced, already retreating towards the exit. "The others would want to know you're awake."

With JJ's departure, the atmosphere in the room instantly shifted.

Before you could process what was happening, Derek had seemingly transported to your side. Now up close, you finally saw the lines of fatigue etching on his face. His muscular shoulders drooped slightly as if the weight of the universe was forcing him to forfeit his energy little by little.

Sitting by the bed, Derek looked hesitant as his hand hovered over your own. You eventually took matters into your own hand, tangling your fingers around his until there was no room for escape.

"I've missed you," you confessed.

A watery laugh rumbled past his chest. In his eyes, a cloud of tears had begun to build. He stared at you with such fervent. The person who owned his heart, the one he thought would take it away from him to the grave.

"You scared me," Derek confessed as well. "I thought you were gone for good."

"It takes a lot more than that to get rid of me," you tried to joke, which, judging by the expression on Derek's face, was not something he appreciated very much. "Wait. Derek, the baby--"

"Is fine," he cut you off, preventing you from spiraling any further. "The doctor said they need to monitor both of your conditions for a few days. But for now, the baby is fine. So are you."

You released an appeased breath before dropping your head back on the pillow.

"How long have you known?" Derek suddenly asked.

The question was inevitable. You knew sooner or later it would come up, but that didn't mean you were not still taken back when it did.

"A couple of weeks," you replied. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"I understand why you didn't." Derek smiled ruefully. "After everything I said to you--"

"We both said or did something we regret."

"Yeah. Me more than anyone."

"Derek--"

"No, Bug. You gotta hear me out." Derek took a deep breath, the frown between his eyebrows deepening as he stared straight into your soul. "I want you to know. I want to make sure that you understand how sorry I am for everything. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me. I'm sorry I said all of those horrible things back in Iowa. But most importantly, I'm sorry I was too much of a coward to tell you the truth.

"The truth?"

"I love you, Bug."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"I love you," he emphasized. "I don't know when it started, if it was before or after our arrangement began. I just know that I do. These past few days have been hell for me, Bug. I've watched all kinds of nightmares imaginable in the years I spent on this job, but none of them compare to what I felt when you were gone."

A stray tear escaped from Derek's eye, constricting your chest even further than ever.

It was the first time you had ever seen him cry.

"I understand if you want nothing to do with me after this. But whatever you want, I promise that I'll be there. For both of you." Derek's palm landed on your belly, right on top of the small bump that had just started to grow. "In any capacity you allow me."

Your whole body erupted in goosebumps following Derek's admission. His sincerity rendered you speechless. It seemed like hours later when you could finally find your voice again.

"Did you mean all of that?"

"Every word."

"Good. Because I love you, too."

Derek's expression faltered ever so slightly.

"I want every capacity you have, Derek. I want every part of you, every part you're willing to give because I need you. We both do."

Derek's smile, despite the tear streaks on his face, was the definition of relief and joy. He kissed your knuckles a million little times before leaning forward to claim your lips. It was a breath of fresh air to have his lips on yours after such a long time apart. Even then, Derek was still familiar. He tasted of home.

Hours later, the rest of the team stopped by to check on your condition and to congratulate the two of you over the little life that was soon to become the newest member of the BAU family. Once the crowd had dispersed, your hospital room fell quiet once again.

In the midst of that comfortable silence, you persistently tried to convince Derek to go to sleep in his own bed for the night.

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart."

"Derek--"

"Do you really think after what happened, I'm just gonna let you out of my sight? Hell no. I'm sleeping here. End of discussion."

"It's just one night, Derek. I'll be fine," you assured him. "You can't possibly be comfortable on that tiny couch. You should go home and get some decent sleep."

"The only way I can get a decent sleep is by making sure you're safe, Bug. So, please--" he tugged the blanket higher around your body, "--stop your yapping and get some rest."

You eventually yielded into Derek's incessant commands and allowed yourself to relax, not before giving him a very defiant pout that earned you one sweet kiss from the man.

It didn't take long for sleep to take over your body. But even once you had fallen into a very deserved slumber, Derek couldn't find it in himself to close his eyes. After the tornado that these past few days had been, a love confession from you was the best reprieve that someone like him could ever dream of. It still seemed so surreal that a part of him feared going to sleep just for the tiniest bit of chance that everything had, in fact, been a dream.

So, for one night, Derek figured that sleep could definitely wait.

For one night, Derek would spend his time thanking whatever higher power had listened to his prayers and sent you safely back into his arms.

The love of his life. The center of his universe.

His Pretty Bug.

Along with the Little Bug that was still growing life inside of your belly.

[icycoldninja]

Hii I hope you're having a good day! I want to request a moment where sparda boys are proposing to their s/o and the s/o is also about to the exact same thing so it ended up becoming a double proposal?? I find that it'd be cute and the sweetest thing ever

Ohohohohoho

Sparda boys x Reader double proposal headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante had been growing the courage to propose to you for a while now. Little did he think you were too.

-When the day arrived, he brought you out somewhere nice, the ring in his pocket, and got down on one knee for you. Imagine his shock when you got down on one knee as well.

-He didn't know what the heck you were doing, but continued with the proposal. As he pulled out his ring, he saw you pulling out yours.

-Both of you proposed at the same time. Both of you froze in shock. Both of you awkwardly paused for a minute. Then, you exchanged rings while staring straight into each other's eyes.

-Neither of you questioned the nature of this arrangement, you simply accepted it and moved on.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil was a bundle of pointy nerves as he asked the waiter at the restaurant you were at to kindly place the engagement ring in the champagne. It was a somewhat clichéd proposal that you can't really blame him for since Vergil gets his ideas from romance novels.

-Yes, the novel he is currently reading is beyond cheesy, so what? He thinks this will be a grand surprise that you will appreciate, and hopefully accept.

-When the waiter brought out the wine as requested, Vergil was shocked to see that there was a ring in his glass as well as yours. The answer as to why this was seemed evident in your eyes.

-He had a million questions he could have asked, but at the moment, only one really mattered, so he asked you, and you asked him the same question immediately after.

-You both said yes at the same time, and the rest is history.

□ Nero □

-Nero had been very hesitant to go through with this, mostly because he feared rejection. After three nervous breakdowns and a talk from Dante, he finally felt he was ready.

-You, too, were very hesitant to go through with this as well, but after hopping around your house excitedly for a whole hour and a pep talk from Nico, you thought you could take on the world.

-Nero rung the doorbell at 7:30 PM, right on time. You proceeded with your cozy home date, just as planned. Then, as he was about to leave, you popped the question, which was probably the only thing that didn't go according to plan.

-Nero stared at you like you were crazy, making you worry that he'd reject you, only to watch him pull a ring out of his pocket and sheepishly present it to you. You were ecstatic.

-After exchanging rings and strangling each other with hugs for a few hours, you guys started laughing about how you both planned to do the same thing for so long and never said anything. What a silly coincidence.

● V ●

-You had planned to propose to V for a few months now, and finally, after suffering in silence for all this time, you gained the confidence to go through with it.

-Since V is a quiet person and you are a quiet person, you figured it would be nice to take him on a relaxing walk somewhere before proposing at your destination.

-Everything was going fine, until the moment actually arrived. Then you felt too afraid, too nervous, and way too sweaty to do or say anything.

-Then V dropped down to one bony knee out of the blue, and fearing he might be hurt or something, you hurried to help him. To your surprise, V whips out a ring and proposes to you on the spot. You say yes, of course, despite being flabbergasted, and after letting him slip the ring onto your finger, you awkwardly admit you were planning to do the same thing.

-V is shocked, but accepts your proposal with a smile. You're both surprised, and a little confused, but happy.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

I remember you doing something similar for other Genshin girls, but what are your headcannons for sleeping with Ayaka, Beidou, Dehya, Candace and Mona.

Not nsfw but fluff.

(Genshin Impact) Sleeping with Ayaka, Beidou, Dehya, Candace, and Mona

And just like the last post of this HC a year ago, I am dead tired writing this. We are just destined to repeat the same things, aren't we?

Ayaka fully relaxes into S/O's embrace as her head sinks into the pillow.

She absolutely wants to be the little spoon, and her heart will both melt and beat rapidly as their arms wrap around her waist.

(Ayaka) "Good night, my love."

Ayaka can't help but let out a small giggle as she makes herself comfortable.

She would have to wake up early and go back to attending her duties.

But for now? Ayaka can simply enjoy falling asleep next to S/O, the only worry in her mind of whether she would make them sleep at an awkward angle.

The futons in Inazuma are very low to the ground, and Ayaka's is no exception. However, it is a bit larger and elegantly quilted than a standard futon, giving the two plenty of space to stretch their arms in.

Not that the space is needed, given how closely they cuddle together.

(Beidou) "Finally, time to get some shut-eye. Come on, S/O! We have plenty of room for two!"

That's a lie.

The Captain's bed could only really fit Beidou, but that wouldn't stop her.

Beidou takes off her eyepatch and lets it rest on a nearby table, letting S/O rest their head on her rather large chest.

Her strong arms lock S/O into place as the ship rocks back and forth, almost cradling them to sleep.

The bed itself is comfortable enough if a bit stiff, though it is quite small for two people sharing it at once.

Beidou could rest easy, knowing that her lover was safe in her ars.

Beidou also has a tendency to snore.

(Dehya) "Oh man, I can't wait to sleep, it's been a long day...!"

Dehya stretches her arms before plopping onto the bed, scooting to the side for S/O to lay down next to her.

Depending on her mood, Dehya will hold S/O, make S/O hold her, or simply just remain close to them.

But most of all it depends on the bed. If it's a sleeping bag, she'll typically just lay close to them, but if they're inside an inn, then some sort of physical affection will take place.

She chuckes, seeing the relaxed expression on her S/O's face before closing her eyes.

The bed is quite warm thanks to Dehya's vision, making the cold nights of the desert seem negligible.

Her hair also will poke into S/O's face given how long it is.

(Candace) "Good night, S/O, rest well."

Candace will typically stay up a bit longer than S/O since she needs to keep watch.

She eventually joins them well into the night, trying to be as quiet as she can to not wake them up.

One hand gently caresses their cheek, smiling to herself knowing that her vigilance will keep them and everyone else safe.

Finally, Candace closes her eyes, arms instinctually wrapping around S/O to protect them in their dreams.

Her bed is stiff, yet inviting at the same time. Candace has no desire for anything beyond what she needs to rest, so at times it can be quite cold and rigid to sleep on.

But the moment she arrives to rest with them, both problems go away quickly.

(Mona) "Is it that time already? sigh "I need to finish writing this first, then I'll join you."

Mona usually sleeps in late due to her research or writing blocks.

However, she does truly appreciate the times she can rest with S/O by her side.

Not that she ever mentions that part to them.

With a very deep sigh, she immediately flops onto the bed, forcing S/O to hold her without uttering a word.

Her green eyes immediately shut as she falls asleep almost instantly.

Mona's bed is quite cold due to how often she isn't inside it. It sometimes also contains random books or astrology tools laying on top of their blankets, which S/O keeps finding everytime they lay down and think its clear.

It's honestly very normal with nothing noteworthy about its quality, but due to how cluttered it normally is and how much Mona works, it's the comfiest place in all of Tevyat.

[s9fti3]

Hey! If you're still accepting requests, can you imagine a Paul imprinted on a mermaid? Maybe she can get out of the water to see him or he can go to the beach to see her!

‘Everything that kills me, makes me feel alive’- Paul Lahote Headcannons!!

• To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He had only thought that wolves and vampires would roam around. So when finding out there were other creatures beyond the imagination of this shapeshifter had him shocked.

• He had been playing around with Seth, Jacob and Embry- running around, wrestling, kicking a ball around- he had seen you come up from the water with another person by your side. Your skin had water dripping from it, and your hair looked dry, not soaked at all.

• Your once fin/tail had turned into a neutral color bathing suit, adoring your colors and all. Hair, eyes, skin, and everything.

• Once Paul made eye contact with you, the wind that was once in his lungs had been knocked out of him with a large force. His heart pounded as he stared at you walking past him, laughing and talking with the other mermaid with you.

• Ignoring you was the best option for him, he would try to forget his feelings about falling for a “human”. But that one day changed, your classic love story. It had been a rather warmer day, while it was nice for humans, it felt like personal hell on earth for the wolves and their extremely high body temperature. He had come down to La Push to cool off in the water, with some other accompanying him. He had gone a bit farther out than the others. He had went under, than came back up to see someone swim up to the surface.

• You had asked him what he was doing, especially going far out into the sea creatures territory. Of course, confused, he informed you it belonged to the wolves and that there was no such thing as sea creatures. He believed that until he looked down and saw the shimmer of your tail. You guys had started to talk from the moment on, Paul being honest and thinking you were crazy.

• Days would pass and Paul would wait by the shore, hoping for you to come up- and you always did. You would bring him things you found at the bottom, shells, unique rocks, something cool that fell out of a boat and anything else.

• He has thought you were beautiful, something no one could compare to. A beauty that would have taken centuries to find once again. That night, he confessed to you under the finally not cloudy sky. He told you he imprinted on you, and that he cannot control it. Of course you were confused and a bit worried, but you gave him a shot.

• Everything went slow with you two, it took 3 weeks of dating to hold hands and than almost 2 months to go out in public together, 4 months just to kiss his cheek, and 6 months to meet his friends. He loved you and feared of losing you from how he acted and his temper. He couldn’t- more so wouldn’t- lose you. You were his, destined by design. It was meant to be this way.

• A year after dating, you had shared your first kiss. It was sweet, walking along the shore and talking about everything going on. He would stare at you on and on. You got self conscious for a moment, asking what was wrong or what was on you face.

“So- Paul are even listening?” You ask him, looking at him. “Hm? Yeah..” He says staring at your face with pure love and adoration. “What, is there something on my face?” You ask him again, reaching up to touch your face only to have your hand removed from your face to be met with Paul’s smile. “No, your gorgeous.” He says gently, taking your hand in his, pulling you closer and placing his free hand on your cheek. You looked at him, finally realizing this is where you wanna be as he dipped his head to place a small kiss on your lips.

[f1nalboys]

hey bestie! may i pls request something that is tod from final destination x reader? maybe some fluff headcannons, what it’s like having a sleepover with him? thx u sm! <33

hi bae!!!! i had sm fun writing this >:)) i do think tod would be one of the better characters to have a sleepover with he serves so much genuinely!!! hope you enjoy <3 first request to start out >:)))

Tod Waggner x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 651

WARNINGS: none

TOD LOVES SLEEPOVERSSSS

listen this guy wants to spend 24/7 with you, he is clingy as all fuck

like one of those shelter dogs, you know the vibe

anyways so regardless of whether or not him coming to spend the night is common or not, he’s ECSTATIC!!!! 

bro is jumping for joy up and down like yippee!!!!! YIPPEEEE!!!

he prefers going over to your place because then it feels like a vacation almost

but if you want to come over to his place you have to give him a day’s notice so he can clean up (he is MESSY i'm sorry to say)

he packs a bag and has a smile on his face literally until he has to leave

in my opinion, tod loves a good movie marathon and he is going to want to do classic sleepover shit with you to the point of almost annoying you LMFAO

he's like haha we should order a pizza… we should watch scary movies… pillow fight babe?? wanna gossip and do a face mask? let's talk about boys!!!!

and if you point out that he is the boy in question youd talk about, not only is he getting smug as fuck, hes going to go ‘ill pretend to be someone else!!!! go on and be so honest about how you feel about me babe ;)’

he's a great sleepover guest though, at least the first few times

he's awkward the very first one bc he's sitting on the edge of the bed bag on his shoulders hand in his lap like o-0 so…

its endearing 

and overall he's very chill and will stay by your side or in your bed the entire time

once he's comfortable though… loudest stupidest dumbest mfer!!! he is doing reckless shit and messing with you and trying to prank you and stuff

once he's settled down though, good luck getting him out of your bed for ANYTHING, a fire could break out and tod is staying put

he has to cuddle. it's a rule.

and he has no preference for being big or little spoon honestly, he has pros and cons for both, he just needs you literally right next to him

he does not care what movies you guys watch but he DOES want to watch some shitty stoner comedy like (ignoring the fact devon plays in this movie) he wants to watch idle hands and harold and kumar go to white castle LMFAO 

he's wearing your pajamas…. even if he cant fit he’ll find something to put on his body from slipper to an eye mask to your pjs to a robe to a bonnet, etc etc, you leave that room for longer than 2 minutes and he's playing dress up

you go to shower (and yes he's gonna try and join you he's handsy though so choose carefully) and come back into your room and he's wearing half your wardrobe and going through your jewelry and shit

and when you're like uhm… hello?? he stands there like oh… you're back sooner than i thought…. LIKE UR IN MY ROOM???

he's a popcorn snack guy, plus sour candy. sleepovers are for pigging out and he takes that SERIOUS he’ll sneak his own candy in if he has to

if he falls asleep at like 10pm-12am, then you will have a peaceful night where he sleeps until 8:30am and is well rested and so sweet

and he might even make you breakfast

but if he sleeps before then or later…. good luck

he's going to be LOUD and OBNOXIOUS (positive) and he's going to keep your ass up as long as he can

you're laying in bed in the dark with your eyes closed and he's steady talking trying to remember some obscure tv show from his childhood 

great guy though, love him

and you would have a ball, just don't plan on sleeping much

[saint-petah-the-good]

Tod waggner x oc (final destination) - Chapter 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1469183167-tod-waggner-x-oc-final-destination-chapter-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Spok385 

 Todd meets a French girl on the plane and has a tiny crush on her They both explore Paris togheter This is NOT gonna follow the movie timeline or story im changing shit,sorry not sorry 

[charm-u-laterarchive]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍎🥧💭 ꒱ ˎˊ˗:*ੈ✩‧₊˚

A ton of Apple and Darling headcannons <33

Apple White:

☆Lesbian (She/Her)

Never really had a thing for Daring

Her first crush was probably Briar (the gal loves tall women)

☆CHUBBY APPLE IS REAL

☆Manages to be in almost every club (nobody knows how)

☆The only clubs she really likes are GSA and student crowncil

☆Reads Ao3 One Reflection fanfics

☆WRITES Ao3 One Reflection fanfics

They're VERY popular fanfics too

☆She has super cute glasses but never wears them :[ her mom made her self-conscious of them

☆Despite her mom's frequent criticism, she talks to her about almost everything

This kind of filters out as time goes on, and she becomes more accepting of changes to destiny- she still talks to her mom a lot but doesn't share so much

☆She's Ashlynn and Hunter's biggest fan now

She's very intent on supporting her friends, so whenever she hears anyone talking bad about them, she gives them a very stern (and unnecessary- Ashlynn has tried to tell her) lecture

☆Her fav date with Darling is study dates at the café

2 gals with things to do (who also want a little kiss every time they get an assignment done)

☆For a while, she had no idea who woke her up during Dragon Games

Nobody would tell her for the longest time-

Eventually she managed to get it out of Briar because she felt too bad not telling her BFFA

Darling Charming:

☆Lesbian + Transfem (She/Her, fine w/ using He/Him when shes in armor)

When she was little everyone was SUPER confused

She came out and after some debate her whole vibe was switched because she couldn't be a prince anymore

Thats why her story is "made up"

☆Shes got like. Archer body type + tall (the 2nd tallest girl in school)

☆Once her and Apple start dating she becomes a designated proof-reader of Apple's fanfiction

Not a One Reflection fan- but she tolerates it for her lovely girlfriend

☆Her parents were VERY unhappy upon discovering she was Apple's destined princess

Like "almost pulled her out of school" upset

She was taken away for about a month before her parents were convinced that it was acceptable (for the sake of following destiny, despite the slight disruption to tradition)

☆Her fav date with Apple is a tie between study dates (same reason as Apple) and little picnics

☆She collects old knight stuff

Pieces of armor, shields, swords, books, autographs, that kind of thing

Its a small collection since she isn't normally allowed to keep those things (it's unladylike)

☆Yknow how boys are like obsessed with her?? After publicly being out as a lesbian there's also girls now

Everyone loves her

A lot of boys backed off actually, but some still think they somehow have a chance??? (They do not, obviously)

☆After Dragon Games she finally got into Heroics classes!!!

Under the condition she would still take a few classes like Princessology (so she's still elegant, her mom still wants her to be at least a little ladylike-)

[socksareendangered]

Ack, yeah another one, that's what I meant, sorry ^^;

thank you for clarifying everything💯🙌

this agent three will have my own headcannons

Yandere Sanitized Male Agent 3 × Inkling Reader

>you were his partner before everything, his best friend before he became agent 3

>how shocked you were seeing him like this while the city of inkopolis was ending

>seeing the once sweet and gentle man lead sanitized octolings to capture citizens

>you being a victim of the raid, captured and taken down to deep sea metro

>naturally terrified from the situation, locked in a cage crammed in with others who were as distressed as you were

>you happened to be the oldest that was stuck in the cage, trying to comfort the teens while trying to keep yourself under control

>though you had to watch one by one as each of them got taken away by the octolings to do.. whatever they've done to the rest of them

>one day, or night since you're not even sure anymore, you arose from slumber feeling someone watch you

>the sharp gasp that left you when you saw your hypnotized boyfriend, a glowing blob that took control of the right side of his face

>once golden eyes turned a sour neon green that moving in a nauseating pattern

>he could only stare at you, felt like he knew who you were

>reaching a confident hand into the cage to hold your face, which you moved into from muscle memoring

>he still felt warm, the rough texture of his worn out hands rubbing your flushed cheek

>you saw his brows furrow slightly at your sad state, he always hated when you felt down

>trying to make you laugh and distract you from whatever was causing such a feeling

>would beat up any man for you if you asked him to, could be annoying you and he'd fight him if you asked

>when it was finally your turn to be sanitized, being dragged down to the lab harshly by two octolings

>you could only beg for them to let go, not wanting to turn into something so brainless

>you wanted to live life how you wanted to! not under someone else's control

>it was when you were brought to their destination, the doors to the labratory

>tears slipping down your face at your fate, unable to do anything to stop it

>just then you felt the pressure of the octolings hands leaving you, taking this as the chance to bolt the opposite direction

>panting hard as your feet hit the paneled floor hard, using whatever strength you have left to run away

>no time to think about your actions and consequences or why those octolings let go of you in the first place

>your body forced you to stop, leaning against the wall trying to regain your breath back

>breathing in and out with rugged lungs, body unused to all the movement from captivity

>body jolting up again feeling a strong presence behind you, a shadow towering over your body

>you tried to run, but tripped over your own feet and fell down onto the hard floor

>but your body felt relief and mind relaxing from the familiar touch of your boyfriend, agent 3

>his warm hands lifting you back onto your two feet, keeping your body still

>even with the whole.. glob that hypnotized him, agent 3 was still the man you remembered

>just more violent and possessive over you, missed how he was covered in the blood of those who took you away

>takes it upon himself to kill or harm anyone who even bothered to look at his sweet partner

>thinks you're the smallest and weakest thing, small hands and frame. stuck in the mindset even if you could've been taller then him

>always keeps a watchful eye on you! from a distance yes but preferred to walk right behind you

>being the scary large dog that you never asked for, but at least he's protected you from becoming sanitized

>props to him for saving your life for the 50th time, even if he's half the reason you're even here

this little guy is kinda fun to write for, agent three you are some place special in my heart. hope this was as good as the other one i made 🤷🙌

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

hey there! currently unsure if you have requests open or not, but if so; may i request headcannons of Alastor with a reader who is like Pearl? (from Pearl, the movie♡) thank you!

A/N: I love pearl and i really enjoyed this request, so thank you so much for this!!!!

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!

Behind the curtain

The evening had a certain heaviness to it, the kind that lingered in the air long after the sun had set. You and Alastor were seated in the cozy living room of your shared space, the old radio playing a soft tune in the background. The room was filled with a warm, golden light from the vintage lamps scattered about, casting shadows that danced along the walls. It was the kind of setting that should have felt comforting, but tonight, it felt suffocating.

Your mind was racing, thoughts of grandeur and fame swirling like a storm, impossible to ignore. You had just returned from another failed audition, your dreams of becoming a star slipping further out of reach. The rejection stung more than usual, gnawing at your insides like a persistent itch you couldn’t scratch. You wanted so desperately to be seen, to be admired, to be adored. But it felt like the world was conspiring against you, keeping you in the shadows where you didn’t belong.

Alastor watched you closely from his armchair, his crimson eyes glinting with something between amusement and concern. He could sense the turmoil within you—how the frustration simmered beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Alastor remarked, his voice smooth and tinged with curiosity. He leaned forward slightly, the ever-present grin on his face softening just enough to show he was paying attention. “That’s not like you, my dear. What’s on your mind?”

You bit your lip, hesitating before you spoke. “I… I just can’t seem to catch a break, Alastor. No matter how hard I try, it’s like no one sees me. It’s always someone else getting the part, someone else getting the applause. I’m starting to wonder if I’m ever going to make it.”

Alastor tilted his head, his grin widening as he studied you. “Ah, the trials of ambition,” he mused, almost wistfully. “The desire for fame is a powerful thing, isn’t it? It consumes you, drives you… and when it’s left unfulfilled, it can be quite maddening.”

You sighed, feeling a lump form in your throat. “It’s more than just wanting to be famous, though. I need it, Alastor. I need to feel like I’m special, like I’m meant for something greater. But I’m starting to doubt if that’s ever going to happen.”

Alastor’s eyes gleamed with a mix of sympathy and something darker, something more calculating. He rose from his chair and crossed the room to you, his footsteps nearly silent on the plush carpet. Standing before you, he gently lifted your chin with his fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Do you know what separates those who succeed from those who fade into obscurity?” he asked, his tone deceptively gentle. “It’s the willingness to do whatever it takes to achieve your dreams. The world is full of mediocre souls content to play by the rules, but you, my dear… you’re different. I’ve seen it in you—the hunger, the fire. You’re destined for greatness, but only if you’re willing to embrace what others are too afraid to.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. There was something both thrilling and terrifying in the way he spoke, as if he was offering you a glimpse into a world where the usual constraints of morality didn’t apply—a world where you could finally become the star you were meant to be.

“But… what if it means doing things I’m not proud of?” you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of the question. “What if it means hurting people?”

Alastor’s smile grew wider, and there was a glint of wicked amusement in his eyes. “Ah, but greatness often requires sacrifice, my dear. After all, what’s a little bloodshed in the grand scheme of things? The world is full of people who would tear you down given the chance—why not beat them to the punch?”

You felt your pulse quicken at his words, a strange mix of fear and excitement bubbling up inside you. The idea of taking control, of shaping your own destiny no matter the cost, was intoxicating. But the thought of what you might have to do to achieve it made your stomach churn. Could you really go that far? Could you cross those lines, knowing there was no turning back? You looked into Alastor’s eyes, searching for reassurance, but all you found was that ever-present smile, a smile that seemed to say, You’re capable of more than you know.

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. “I don’t know if I can… if I can live with myself if I do something unforgivable.”

Alastor chuckled softly, his voice a low purr as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Oh, my dear, we all have our demons. It’s about learning to dance with them, to harness that darkness within and let it guide you to where you truly belong. You’ve got it in you, I can see it. The world just needs to catch up.”

His words were like honey, sweet and tempting, wrapping around your mind and pulling you deeper into the idea. You could almost see it—the lights, the applause, the adoration you craved so desperately. But it came with a price, and that price weighed heavily on your soul.

“I’m scared, Alastor,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “What if I lose myself in the process? What if I become something I don’t recognize?”

Alastor’s smile softened, but only slightly. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your cheek. “Fear is natural, my dear, but don’t let it hold you back. You won’t lose yourself—you’ll simply become the version of you that the world has been waiting for. A star isn’t made by playing it safe. It’s forged in fire, burning brighter than anything else in the sky.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. The allure of his words was undeniable, but there was still that lingering doubt, that voice in the back of your mind reminding you of the cost. But then, what had playing it safe ever gotten you? More rejection, more obscurity, more of being just another face in the crowd.

“Do you really think I can do it?” you asked, your voice tinged with desperation. “Do you think I can be great?”

Alastor’s grin grew wider, more predatory. “I have no doubt, my dear. You have everything it takes. You just need to embrace it. Let go of those silly little fears, and the world will be yours.”

You closed your eyes, trying to drown out the last of your reservations. Alastor’s words echoed in your mind, weaving a spell around your thoughts, dulling the edges of your conscience. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, ready to take the plunge into whatever it would take to finally be seen.

When you opened your eyes again, the fear was still there, but it was overshadowed by something stronger—resolve. You looked at Alastor, his ever-present grin now a comfort rather than a warning. “Okay,” you said, your voice steady, though your hands trembled slightly. “I’ll do it. Whatever it takes… I’ll do it.”

Alastor’s smile turned triumphant, and he pulled you close, his voice a low, pleased hum. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his words filled with dark pride. “Now, let’s show the world what you’re made of.”

The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of rehearsals, auditions, and late-night conversations with Alastor that were equal parts encouragement and manipulation. He was always there, always whispering in your ear, reminding you that this was your moment, that you deserved to be the star. He watched with delight as you grew bolder, more willing to push the boundaries, to do whatever it took to make your mark.

But with each step closer to the spotlight, the line between who you were and who you were becoming blurred. Alastor’s influence was like a shadow that loomed over you, guiding your actions and thoughts. There were moments when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and didn’t recognize the person staring back—a person with sharper edges, a person who wasn’t afraid to hurt others if it meant getting ahead.

One night, after another exhausting day of chasing your dreams, you collapsed onto the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. The weight of everything was crushing down on you, suffocating the last remnants of doubt and fear. But instead of relief, all you felt was emptiness.

Alastor appeared beside you, as if summoned by your thoughts, his presence a comfort and a reminder of what you’d become. “You’re almost there, my dear,” he said softly, his voice like silk. “Soon, the world will know your name. All that’s left is one final push.”

You turned your head to look at him, your eyes hollow, searching for the warmth and reassurance he had once provided. “What if… what if I’m not happy when I get there?” you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Alastor’s smile faltered for the briefest of moments, but then it returned, even wider than before. “Happiness is fleeting, my dear. But power, fame, recognition—those are eternal. You’ll be remembered long after the joy has faded, and isn’t that worth more?”

You wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that all the sacrifices, all the darkness you had embraced, would be worth it in the end. But deep down, a small part of you knew that the price had been too high. You had lost something along the way—something you could never get back.

But it was too late to turn back now. You were too far gone, too close to the finish line to let regret hold you back. So you nodded, forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “You’re right,” you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “I’ve come too far to stop now.”

Alastor’s grin grew wider, his satisfaction almost palpable as he leaned in close, his voice a dark whisper. “Then let’s make sure they never forget you, my shining star.”

And with that, you rose to your feet, leaving behind the last vestiges of who you once were. The stage was waiting, the spotlight was yours, and the world would finally see you for what you had become—a star, forged in fire, burning brighter than anything else in the sky.