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🍃🍂🍃🍂 autumn is here 🍂🍃🍂🍃
just some random cozy outfits and a hint of ✨️spooky✨️ from Charles :3
#bee and puppycat#bee and puppcat lazy in space#bee and puppycat fanart#drawing#fanart#digital art#illustration#digital drawing#digital illustration#procreate#procreate art#artists on tumblr#art#my art thingies#drawing that umbrella was sooo difficult#also i kinda complained about starting this now so that i can finish something autumn themed before winter#and then i got hyperfocused for an entire day#that haven't happened for a loooong time and especially not with drawing#nature is healing maybe a tiny bit#inkydoc doodles
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On Act 3 and the lack of companion reactivity and dialogue.
So, I officially hit 400 hours on BG3 yesterday (no lifing it lmao) and I've been thinking about some things I wish Larian would improve or wish that they had implemented. A big thing that comes to mind is how much companion reactivity and dialogue abruptly stops in Act 3.
Act 1 really shines with companion reactivity. They always have something to say to the MC, to NPCs, or even to each other! I love the interaction after you use your ilithid powers for the first time and it's a 4 way conversation between everyone.
Then we get to Act 3 and there's such huge drop-off. Some big offenses:
Very little reaction to quests and locations. When I killed Raphael I only got comments from Astarion and Gale! Seriously?? We just survived a trip to the Hells! This happens with multiple quests
Blank faces when Durge is killed by Bhaal.
Camp is lifeless. Everyone just stands in front of their bed, There are no interactions.
In my playthrough, the Emporer admitted to my Tav he was manipulating her and didn't really care. It was bummer I couldn't talk to the other tadpole gang about it.
I remember coming across a Druid in the city. He was trying to heal a tree. So I went back and grabbed Halsin because he was complaining no one in the city cared about nature or balance. So I thought surely, he would have an interaction here! Nope, nothing!
As soon as you finish a companion's personal quest that is basically the end of your interactions with them; even if you romance them.
What I'd like to see: (Disclaimer: Just my opinions. I have no expectation of any of this being added to the game)
More camp interaction between companions. Jahiera and Minsc had a great example of this. Let there be a quick cutscene of Minsc and Halsin arm wrestling. Shadowheart, Karlach, and Astarion drinking wine. Anything. DA:I did a great job at this. It seemed like anytime I approached someone for dialogue they were in the middle of an interaction with someone else. Or events like the card game. It brought a lot of life into the party.
More random city encounters. They did a good job with Karlach; she has interactions with the steel watcher and her friend Fitz. Would have been cool to have some of those with Wyll, maybe he meets another noble or a flaming fist and has to deal with their shock of seeing him as a devil. Or with Gale in Sorcerous Sundries (he is a famous wizard after all!). Astarion mentions he needs to keep a low profile in the taverns; what if someone called him out!
More reactions to story events.
Expand on romances a bit more. We don't need it to be a dating sim but if you finish your LI's quest early on get used to just asking for small pecks and that's it. I would like to see more romance-specific dialogue for quest reactions.
And Finally:
We needed all companions at the final battle. Everyone should have been at the main keep before confronting the brain. You should have had your final conversations with them before you all potentially die in battle. DA:O style. A passionate kiss with your LI (not a tiny little peck lmao). This was a huge exclusion.
Anyway, these are my thoughts on the matter. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.
#bg3#bg3 spoilers#astarion#bg3 tav#baldur's gate 3#astarion romance#shadowheart#lae'zel#wyll ravengard#gale of waterdeep#halsin#bg3 critical#bg3 mine
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Could I get headcanons for Class 1-A with a reader (and maybe a hint of Bakugou x reader if possible) that has an ocean-based quirk. Some basic things are:
-They can breathe underwater (has full on slept at the bottom of a pool before- people thought they were dead), summon and control water (like a waterbender). Being able to make things like waves, whirlpools and even full tsunamis if so inclined (great person to have at a pool party).
-Loves to surf. They have a special surfboard they use during training and hero-ing so they can ride and do tricks on the waves they create.
-The chillest dude imaginable, has a very laidback and calm demeanor like a typical surfer dude (could get stabbed with the knife still being in their chest and only see it as a minor inconvenience) but they are also a bit of a daredevil due to their water abilities.
-Is a lot smarter and observant then their air-headed personality would lead you to believe and is very emotionally intelligent. Can and will drop the most insightful wisdom like it’s nothing if prompted.
-‘Dude’, ‘bro’, ‘man’ and ‘radical’ are permanently ingrained into their speech.
-Loves the beach and sea animals. Get them anything sea related like a whale shark plushie and they will love you forever.
(Love the way you right by the way ❤️. I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s lovely 💕)
Headcanon: Class 1-A with a Classmate who has an Ocean-based Quirk
A/N: I'm so glad you enjoy my work ☺️ and this was so much fun to write, I absolutely LOVE this
The first time Class 1-A saw you asleep at the bottom of the pool, they thought you had drowned. Iida was the most panicked, while Kaminari, always the instigator, thought it was some sort of prank. Eventually, someone had to dive in to check, only for you to calmly wake up and say, “Oh hey, bro, what’s up?” as if nothing happened.
You are the go-to person when Class 1-A throws a pool party. Whether it's creating waves for everyone to surf on or calming the water for relaxation, you're basically their in-house water park. You even once made a whirlpool at Mina's request, and it quickly became a favorite for impromptu water rides.
You have a specialized surfboard that's made for hero training, and everyone thinks it’s the coolest thing ever. It’s not just a surfboard—it’s a tool of destruction and mobility in battle. Your classmates have seen you use it to dodge attacks, ride over obstacles, and even pull off flips and tricks mid-fight. Bakugou secretly thinks it’s awesome but would never admit it.
You and Koda have a special bond over your shared love for animals. You love chatting with him about sea creatures and get ridiculously excited when you see marine life. Whenever you spot a dolphin, turtle, or even a tiny fish during field trips or training exercises, you’ll enthusiastically point it out with a “Duuude, check that out!”
Despite your laid-back surfer persona, your emotional intelligence always catches your classmates off guard. You’ll casually drop profound advice that leaves everyone stunned, like “Y’know, bro, life’s like riding a wave—you just gotta learn when to paddle and when to let go.” Your classmates often turn to you when they need some calm perspective during stressful times. Even Bakugou, despite being hot-headed, finds himself listening to your surprisingly deep takes on life.
You’re known for your chill demeanor—even in battle. You once got stabbed during a mission and literally said, “Ah, dude, guess that’s gonna take a minute to heal,” much to the horror of your classmates. It’s like nothing fazes you. A villain could throw you into a whirlpool, and you’d emerge surfing out of it like, “That was gnarly, man!”
Aizawa sometimes gets exasperated by how laidback you are during class, but he secretly appreciates your unflappable nature. You never let anything get to you, even during the most intense training sessions. Present Mic thinks your speech style is cool and might even start throwing “dude” and “radical” into his lessons as a result.
Though he’d never admit it openly, Bakugou admires how strong and capable you are. He’s watched you create massive tsunamis and control the battlefield with your quirk, and part of him enjoys the challenge of trying to outdo you, even if your approach is the complete opposite of his intense style.
Your calm, laid-back nature is a total contrast to Bakugou’s fiery temper, and it drives him nuts that you’re so unbothered by everything. He’ll yell at you during training to take things more seriously, only for you to respond with a relaxed, “Chill, man. We’ll get it done.” He might not say it, but he respects how unshakable you are.
Early on, Bakugou might have underestimated you because of your air-headed, “surfer dude” persona. But when he saw you analyzing a battlefield with sharp precision and outwitting villains with ease, he couldn’t help but take notice. Now, he secretly values your insight, even if he rolls his eyes when you drop one of your “deep, bro” moments.
He’d probably roll his eyes at your obsession with sea creatures and the beach, but after overhearing you talk about whale sharks with Koda, he gets you a small whale shark plushie—“because you wouldn’t shut up about it.” Of course, you think it’s the most radical gift ever, and Bakugou pretends not to care, but deep down, he’s a little proud you liked it.
You push Bakugou to loosen up, sometimes teasing him with your carefree attitude. He’ll yell at you for being too relaxed during training, and you’ll just flash him a grin and say, “Don’t sweat the small stuff, man.” You challenge him to surf on the waves you create during training exercises, and while he grumbles about it, he’ll eventually give it a try—if only to prove he can master it.
When you got stabbed in battle and shrugged it off like it was nothing, Bakugou was furious. Not because you were hurt, but because you didn’t take it seriously. “You idiot!” he’d shout, but it’s clear he’s worried. Later, he’ll privately make sure you’re okay, masking his concern with his usual gruffness.
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#class 1a x reader#bnha class 1a#class 1a#bnha bakugou#bakugou#bakugo katsuki#bakugo#bakugou katsuki#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugou headcanons#mha bakugou#mha#bnha#mha x reader#bnha x reader
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Sooooooo-
I've been stalking your blog- (mueheheh and I love your posts and writings 😭)
Can I request a kokushibo x Fem! Artist! Reader who often gets frustrated over little things whenever she messes her drawings up? And probably gives the most scary glares and annoyed looks. Meanwhile, he tries to comfort her.
Thank you! May you have a great day/night ahead!
𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞
kokushibo tsugikuni x gn!artist!reafer
This is set a little closer to when he was human so he can actually comprehend everything ur doing
Kokushibo doesn’t understand why you’re so mad at first.
While he does not completely blame you, he’s only more confused on why you’re feeling this way. In some ways he can link your frustration to his.. “occupation” so he can sympathize and understand you more.
He can’t say he doesn’t get annoyed himself when he can’t kill a certain group of slayers in the time he pleased. Maybe another victim found their way around and ran off as the sun started to rise. Mistakes like that frustrate him to. Kokushibo just doesn’t understand why you’re so upset about the tiniest of things.
Let say you try to start a new painting and something slightly goes off of the pattern or escape the lines. You’ll scrap it with an irritated glance before staring again on the next canvas. Bits and pieces of left behind are over something so tiny scatter around everywhere.
Not only does he not like what you’re getting mad at, he does not like the storm that follows.
Your temper rises significantly, and the amount of evil glances that meet at least one of kokushibo eyes will make him close all six of them to avoid yours. There is much more passive aggressiveness to any word you say and overall just a force of nature to be around.
Your attitude reminds him of an open wound, when you first add treatment like alcohol, it begins to burn.
Of course after you just patch it up so it can heal.
The next time you try and discard another piece, kokushibo is there to stop you. You could only look up at him with confusion, you can’t say there was slight irritation behind your eyes. Nevertheless you let him speak before you said anything yourself.
“Why must you wear yourself down?” The six eyed demon asked. You don’t reply, your eyes only drift down towards the countless crumbled pieces of paper that scatter the floor. Kokushibo takes your silence as a proper response and sees fit to continue.
He blinks before picking up a crumbled piece of paper unfolding it for you to see. “Humans are always to stubborn.” He blurts out turning back to you and holding up the two copies of paper. “Nearly identical copies that any human wishes they could draw themselves. Yet you crumble and throw them away like nothing.”
You turn your eyes away either from shame or anger and irritation. The demon before you only stares at you a sigh escapes his lips trying to find the proper words to say. “Mortals like you always try to strive for perfection when you already have it.” You perk up hearing his words.
“Self perfection can lead to self destruction if you don’t bring yourself back to reality.” His words shiver ringing in your ear. It only brings you back to reality, harsh words that really have a sweet meaning underneath. Your eyes drift back to your art and then back to the discarded treasures that litter the floor.
Kokushibo noticing the glint in your eyes hesitates before stepping closer. Slowly wrapping his arms around you to bring you into his embrace. You lean into his surprising warmth he’s providing as a needed sigh finally escapes your lips.
“Thank you.” Is all your able to mutter before your head moves to the crook of his neck, his hand coming around to rub circles slowly on your back.
Kokushibo can’t help but feel a slight smile spread across his lips. While healing takes steps he finds some happiness that you’ve taken the first leap of faith.
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer x reader#kny x reader#x reader#fluff#kny#@.komoboko writes#headcanon#kny fluff#kokushibo tsugikuni#kokushibo#kokushibo tsugikuni x reader#kokushibo x reader#uppermoon one#upper moons#uppermoons#hurt/comfort#maybe???
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kaaatttt 😭😭😭 i need some satoru headcanons to heal my soul... what is he like as a bf??
ask and you shall receive my love (writing this to heal my soul)
content: modern AU, fluff, nsfw headcanons at the end
SFW
“mmm..i think i deserve a little treat right now.”
except he says that at least 5 times a day and you will also be given a little treat. he does not care if you don’t want to eat kikufuku right now, you will be accompanying him to get some.
speaking of, this man is basically eating 24/7. if gojo leaves your side for any reason while you guys are home, just know he is scavenging the kitchen for scraps like the raccoon he is.
food is one of satoru’s main love languages. there’s something oddly satisfying and strangely warm about his loved ones eating and sharing a meal together, even if they tend to make him the butt of the joke in every single dinner conversation.
will force you to become a sanrio girly idc (if you aren’t one already)
“babe, look!” "satoru, we have enough cinnamoroll plushies at home." "so you hate me then?"
the type to pick you up and spin you around whenever you two hug. he’ll spin and spin until both of you are dizzy and crash onto the couch.
attention whore. also just a whore in general but mostly a whore for (your) attention. will absolutely do the MOST to make sure your eyes are on him— i’m talking about poking your cheek, locking your phone if you’re scrolling through tiktok next to him, and it doesn’t even take much for him to start begging. he’s a loser like that.
scarily in tune with you. satoru is a lot more emotionally intelligent than he likes to let on around others, but he picks up on a lot of things. both of you are at a function and he can take one look at you and know that it's time to pack it up and go home.
is very sentimental about the things you give him/the things you two do together. before you started dating, satoru wasn't really one to collect tiny trinkets or keep ticket stubs because he thought they were just a waste of space. after you two got together, he started keeping virtually everything in a little box hidden in his closet. he realized that it's nice to give sentimental value to the little things, because then the memories associated with them live on in something physical.
he just... can't keep his hands to himself LOL. and like not even in a sexual manner either (sometimes), he just naturally gravitates towards you and is almost always touching you somehow— hand fiddling with your jewelry or hair, arm around your shoulder when you're sitting, arm around your waist when you're standing, playing footsies, whatever.
this man is painfully in love with you, and he makes it everyone's (mostly nanami's) problem. manages to bring you up in every single conversation with a lovesick grin on his face.
you will rarely ever hear satoru address you by your actual name. it will always be some variation of baby, babe, sweetheart, love, etc. uses snookums, cupcake, sweet cheeks, cinnamon sugar roll, my little sausage mcgriddle <3 on a rotating basis to annoy you
NSFW
you know those couples that just have this pent up sexual tension between them for no reason? like y’all could just be looking at each other but to everyone else it feels like you two are just eyefucking 😭 that’s you and gojo
no matter how long you guys have been together for, that spark between you just doesn't go away. people can see the immense physical attraction between you two.
is somewhat of an exhibitionist LMAO. he literally gets horny at the worst times and will drag you to the nearest supply closet, even if it means breaking the door in the process. who knows, maybe his real kink is vandalism
enjoys when you put up a bit of a fight/act like a brat. it makes putting you in your place so much sweeter.
very vocal— talking, moaning, whimpering. he sounds very pretty. he's extremely receptive to your touch so simply rubbing your hand along the bulge in his jeans has him moaning like a pornstar.
say it with me: satoru gojo is a pussy👏🏻pleaser👏🏻!
really likes going down on you. he thinks he could stay in between your thighs forever if you'd let him.
nasty. will cum inside you and clean it up with his tongue.
oscillates between wanting to overstimulate you and deny you. sometimes he does both. the way you get this hazy look in your eye and become so pliant, so needy for him gets him going.
he gets strangely possessive during sex. maybe it's a way for him to affirm that you really do love him and find him attractive.
"i'm the only one that can fuck you like this, right? make you feel this good?"
is a fan of snacks during aftercare LOL. you could have just had the most wild sex of your life, with the two of you panting as you lie in bed before satoru rolls over and opens his nightstand drawer and pulls out a pack of oreos before shoving one into your mouth
Some of these aren't even bf headcanons they're just how I think he'd be LMFAO
#i have a lot more but i'll stop#gojo headcanons#jjk headcanons#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo headcanons#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#satoru x reader#kat's writing#kat’s demon time
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Yes, my donkey situation really wasn’t promising 4 years ago! It was impossible to go anywhere near Pirlouit when I first bought him, he’d just run away and hide at the sight of humans (whereas Pampy could be haltered without a fuss). When he had that injury a few weeks after arriving here and nobody could catch him to clean the wound I thought he was going to die, it was awful. I contacted every vet I could (and it was one of them who told me “well either the wound heals on its own or the donkey dies, not much to be done”), and a donkey sanctuary, and a nature reserve in the region that has wild mountain goats, to ask if (and how) they catch their wild goats in case of disease, and I had the mason build a chute for the corral but couldn’t get Pirlouit in there... It was so stressful, and in the following year I spent so much time trying to get Pirou used to a) my presence, b) the halter, c) other humans, just so vet & farrier visits would be possible. But I didn’t think I would be able to do much with him beyond that, and definitely never thought I would ride him!
I think he either grew up as a feral donkey, left to his own devices in his pasture with very little contact with humans, or was badly treated in some way. I remember making a relieved post maybe 3 months after I got him, saying I was now able to sit in his vicinity and sometimes after half an hour he’d come and let me pet his nose. Which was huge progress! But any sudden movement and he’d be gone, and I couldn’t just walk up to him, he only came near me when I was squatting or sitting down and if I stood up no matter how slowly, he’d run away. It felt a bit hopeless at times.
We’re good friends now but he’s still quite scared of everything and everyone—cars especially. For the past year and a half I’ve been taking him on little walks along the road (like in this video) and gesturing at drivers to drive past us very slowly. Occasionally someone we knew stopped to chat and Pirlouit would get a chance to gingerly sniff the car and realise it isn’t an apex predator with a donkey-based diet but just a big metal box. When it comes to riding him, we started inside the tiny corral where he couldn’t escape and start running and throw me head-first into a thorny bush, then when I was reassured that he had more or less predictable reactions when I was on his back, I started riding him in the pasture, then in my woods where there’s no chance of encountering anyone. This month was my first time riding him out in the real world—we met strangers! And a tractor! And chickens he doesn’t know! It was all very scary but Pirlouit got through it bravely :)
@the-puffinry This is the pic I was talking about where he looks like a stuffed toy <3
#he also looks like his halter is strangling him but it's not digging into his flesh; only into his very thick winter coat#it looks better on him in summer when he's a smooth donkey. but i love the shagginess#and sorry i still haven't finished parsing my photos to make a post about our journey 😭 but soon!
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day six
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chapter select!
[a/n: i was a bit sad that this ends next chapter soo i uploaded the start of my other bkg series early... serenity out noww :>]
she woke up to that familiar smell of caramel.
she looked, and there he was, katsuki bakugo in all his sleeping glory, with his arms wrapped around her.
she took the chance to take a quick picture of him, her phone thankfully not too far away, laying on the desk next to some manga that she was planning on taking to her room.
she snickered a bit to herself, before unwrapping his arms from around her, and effectively escaping his room.
he'd be pissed if he woke her up so early, so she quietly grabbed the nana issue she fell asleep reading, and snuck out his room.
the sun wasn't out yet, so it had to be extremely early morning.
she saw that the coast was clear as she slowly crept through the hallways back to her room. all she needed was to get to the elevator--
"name?"
damn it.
she turned to see todoroki, who seemed to just have returned after a mission. he was still dressed in his hero outfit, eyeing her suspiciously.
"what are you doing here?"
"i slept in bakugo's room last night, i was trying to get back to my dorm secretly."
she slapped her forehead as she let it slip.
"okay, listen, i was hit by a truth quirk and today is my last full day. don't bring this up and ill give you some cold soba or something."
"i wouldn't have said anything anyways, but thanks for the soba." he shrugged, walking on to his room.
"yeah, bye todoroki."
she called the elevator, put in her floor, and waited silently for the door to open.
as soon as it did, she crept right to her room, and crashed right back into bed.
today was the last full day with the quirk, and it'd be fully gone by noon tomorrow.
she sighed in relief and threw herself under the covers once more. she winced as she accident laid on the side of her wound, she'd still need to go find recovery girl today and ask for a kiss.
she eyed the stupid chalkboard that was still in her room, the operation only standing to remind her of her accidental confession. but as she laid, pondering over her interactions with bakugo over the the past week, she thought that maybe her feelings weren't as unrequited as she once thought.
she stared up at the roof of her bedroom, the slightly faded neon green glow-in-the-dark stars staring back at her.
the sun started to peak out through her balcony window, the tiny bit of energy it provided to her helping calm the storm of thoughts she was facing in her mind.
she decided to start her day early, hoping preoccupying herself would make her feel better.
after fully getting ready for the day: showering, cleaning her room, brushing her teeth, and doing her routine, the clock read at eight o'clock.
recovery girl should be in her office by now.
she walked out the dorms, her purse the only belonging she brought, as she traveled to the main building.
after a short walk, she reached the medical wing of U-A.
recovery girl questioned her harshly about the injury, badgering her to stay more safe in battle, and to not be so reckless.
"these types of injuries can leave you disabled or seriously hurt! be more careful young lady!"
"yes ma'am."
and with a small kiss on the head from the small, yet fierce recovery girl, she was back on her way.
as she strolled through the halls of U-A, she thought idly about what she wanted to do for the day.
she really didn't have anything planned for the day, so she decided just to relax in her dorm for the day, since she couldn't remember the last time she did so.
she took the time to actually thoroughly clean her room this time, hoping it'd fix her mental state like it always seemed to do.
her arm already felt good as new, but she was still careful for it, because of the nurse's words that had actually scared her.
the wound would heal, but it'd still leave the scar, the remnant of that battle.
but no matter what she'd try to distract herself with, even the nature of her scar wasn't enough to keep her thoughts from always coming back to him.
katsuki.
she now knew that her feelings were somewhat mutual, but she still couldn't help but feel worried about how things would turn out. they'd held hands, they'd slept together, and they'd went through a somewhat scary situation together.
what more did a good couple need?
after she fixed up her room, she surprisingly did feel better, but not by much.
she called mina into her room and ranted about what had happened to her over the past week, while mina relayed some stuff that had gone public.
apparently a news channel had reported on the fight between her and those villains, and had caught the end, where she won, on camera.
it had also caught the moments between her and bakugo on camera, which is why majority of the things she wanted to let mina know was already out in the open.
[name] still ranted on about what had transpired on the train ride, in the hospital, and in his dorm.
it felt good just to tell someone, to speak the truth without being forced to.
but after she grew bored of her rant, she sent mina off with the inconvenient ass chalkboard.
since it was saturday, everyone else also had the idea to just relax from their missions from the past few days. [name] finished up the volume of nana, and decided to go get some more from katsuki's dorm.
she walked in.. he was still sleeping? it was like two in the afternoon at this point.
still, she didn't want to deal with being the one to wake him up, so she grabbed another issue of nana and walked right out.
not before looking back and noticing his suddenly off posture.
she shrugged and headed back to her room.
the day passed on boringly,
her days since today were all so action packed or at least had something going on, so sitting around and doing nothing felt so foreign. so,
boring.
she sat in the common rooms, playing some weird racing game with denki and kirishima.
she lost, making them comfort her jokingly.
"it's okay [name], you're not good at everything and that's fine!"
"shut up!"
"yeah, you may have lost this but you're gonna win in life tomo--." denki joked, before sero flung a piece of tape on his mouth.
"dude shut up!"
[name] stared at them, so confused they could've swore a question mark popped up beside her head.
"what do you mean ' win in life'?"
"it's nothing, he's just being stupid again. must've overused his quirk or something." kirishima said, trying to save the secret.
"...but he didn't even use his quirk?"
"he meant that uh.. you win in life all the time because your so strong?" sero tried to reason.
"but why would that just be for tomorrow--"
"hey let's just play again okay? winner gets four-hundred yen."
she got the sense that they really wanted her to drop it. must be some weird guy stuff, she reasoned.
"you guys are being weird as hell and i know something is up.
....
but, okay. i want a head start since you're being so secretive though."
the guys all let out sighs of relief. "you got it!"
as she won because of her unfair advantage, over and over again, she wondered if tomorrow had something to do with bakugo.
oh well. that's tomorrows problem.
**✿❀𓂋❀✿**
bakugo had been out since noon, he woke up at eleven, and left pillows shaped as his body in his wake because he knew [name] would go back in his room.
he was storming through the mall, looking for the perfect gifts for [name].
he was the best, destined to top in every single category.
and that included in confessing.
he had already stopped by a corner shop and picked out small things she'd enjoy, snacks, candy, and a small beaded bracelet with a yellow flower on it.
mina had texted him some new specific snacks that she liked, so he had to admit being in that dumb operation group chat actually helped.
just a bit though.
but it still just wasn't enough in his head.
he needed something so beautiful, so that [name] would feel as though she'd never get such a great gift ever again.
as he walked through the shops, glaring at the windows as he tried to spot something fit for her, he thought back to what he thought would look nice on her.
he decided to get her some jewelry, fancy shit too, so it wouldn't get damaged or turn green.
he walked into a shop, gorgeous jewels shining brightly as he walked in.
as he walked in, he noticed that the sparkly weird guy was there.
"ah, bakugo! what are you doing here today?" the guy said, sending sparkles in bakugo's direction.
bakugo shook it off him as he answered.
"i'm looking for a nice necklace."
"for you? wow! i'm you'll look gorgeous with this twinkle--"
"no dumbass, i meant for [name]."
"oh, for [name]! well this will surely leave her a star!"
"okay."
aoyama ducked off and ran behind, searching through the shelves as he suddenly pulled out a cute, dainty necklace with a detailed tulip on it.
"what do you think? twinkles right?"
"yeah, it does." bakugo scoffed, it was actually a good choice.
"how much?"
aoyama dramatically took on a thinking pose, pointing his finger directly as bakugo, as more of that sparkley stuff flew around him.
"this is twenty-one thousand yen! but with my friends discount...
it'll be seven-thousand! what do you say bakugo?" aoyama decreed, while pointing his fist towards bakugo, acting as a mic.
"i'll take it."
aoyama smiled brightly, and handed him a velvet covered box with the necklace inside.
bakugo nodded and walked out, now satisfied with his gifts.
now he just had to think about the perfect spot.
°❀⋆ .ೃ࿔*:・ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
[name] had gotten bored of winning a while ago, and she had forgotten get enough time in the sun to fully eat so now she was upset, frustrated, and hungry.
her only possible salvation was drinking plant growth tea, which tasted gross but was the only thing she could eat to get full temporarily, besides the sun of course.
as she sucked it up and chugged the drink down in one go, she eyed bakugo who walked in with a huge bag of stuff.
hey, i never saw him leave, weirdd. [name] thought.
after resisting the urge to gag at the taste in her mouth, the hunger disapates and leaves her satisfied.
she lurked around, noting that everyone had gone to bed early except for tokoymai. she got bored and went back to her dorm,
the quirk would finally dissipate and all would be good in the world again.
she jumped onto her bed, ignoring the loud creaking sound that she heard from the force she exterted onto it.
she slumped over and even though she didn't want to...
doom scrolled through her socials.
mina wasn't lying, the news had covered both her and bakugo's victory the other day.
she felt herself flush at the sight of bakugo gently picking her up and walking her to the medics.
people in the comments were commenting on how cute the two rookie heroes looked together, and how they had never seen dynamite with a face like that.
they complimented her drive, and the fact that the two were so strong yet both still in school.
she promptly turned her phone off and held it to her chest..
tomorrow she'd talk it out with him.
or at least she'd try.
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"only you."
miguel o'hara x reader
summary: after multiple times of having miguel treat your wounds, it's your turn to take care of him. warnings: mentions of blood, needles, and lots of fluff word count: 1k
Working for the Spider Society came with its risk.
At some point, maturity comes with accepting that every thing you do does.
Naturally, for an organization like this one, getting injured basically comes with the contract.
You’ve been hurt plenty of times, sure. Over time, one tends to receive it and keep moving, tending to it later. Often the healing part of it is taken care of by yourself, rarely with the medics team.
However, in your time since you joined, you had never once seen Miguel O’Hara hurt.
Not that he wouldn’t get hurt. He did, often. However, as a man equipped with either a lot of pride or extremely fast healing (the possibility of it being a mix of the two being far more reasonable), you had never seen him approach the medic team.
At some point, the only conclusion you could draw of how he tended to his wounds came from the sight of first aid kits hidden behind his many workspaces, tucked under drawers you had rummaged through upon endless visits to his office.
But doing everything by yourself only gets you so far.
So here you both were, sitting on the hard floor cross-legged with a first aid kit spread open, the smell of rubbing alcohol tickling your nose.
In a sense, you knew you owed it to him. Multiple times he had tended to you after missions in this same spot, as much as you persisted against it.
Or tried to, at least. Truthfully, as skillful as you may be, handling blood and wounds was never your forte.
Where you stood with Miguel didn’t matter right now. Whatever you could call yourselves, call this, would only begin to untangle a piece of string that upon hours of hours of pulling and twisting and turning remains the same throughout, knots come undone and redone.
Your hands were far too busy at the moment, left armed with a needle; the right, a soaked cotton ball that you shortly after placed on the floor next to the rest..
“You’re hesitating.”
With a blink, your eyes wandered over to him. Miguel’s voice implied a statement. Resolute, as always.
(It manifested in his touch too. Any time he had helped tend to your wounds, his hands did not hesitate, decidedly doing what had to be done, while somehow managing to still remain gentle.)
“Sorry. It’s been a while. I’ve had no need to, thanks to you.”
A hearty chuckle left his throat. He rolled his eyes, a mischievous glint accompanied by a slightly raised corner of his lips.
“Are you trying to pin your horrible nursing skills on me?” He asked with a raised brow, to which you turned your gaze back onto his shoulder. Bare, from his neck to his abdomen, purely out of necessity to better access the tiny gashes that surrounded it.
(Not the first ones, you noticed. Multiple scars covered him, a few tones darker than his skin. Most fully healed, others almost, some still fresh. The sight of it pinched at your sides, and you bit your cheek as you wished you could wrap your arms around him for comfort. Something you would have done if only you had absolute certainty it wouldn’t harm him any further.)
“Maybe. You know, there’s a medical team for this. They could do this ten times better than I could.”
Miguel’s hand reached out to you, his fingers circling around your right hand. His thumb caressed your knuckles, tracing circles over them slowly. A habit of his, you had noticed since you two had gotten to this level of trust. He fixed his gaze on his thumb, shrugging and lowering his voice.
“No, they can’t. Their instruments probably aren’t clean. I could get tetanus.”
To this, you laughed, raising an eyebrow at his ridiculous statement.
“Tetanus? From the medics? That you recruited?”
“Whatever. I want you to do it.”
His quick reply hit you in your weakest spot, butterflies bursting rapidly throughout your guts and arteries. At this point, you knew you should be used to them, given there are far more passionate things you have done with Miguel than simply playing a part in his healing process. Still, knowing you were wanted, that he wanted you to do this for him, and trusting you fully to do so filled you to the brim with excitement and warmth.
“Okay, okay, fine.” Attempting to hide a smile, you squeezed his hand, before gently putting it aside and getting to work.
Talking to him throughout the process made it a lot easier to withstand. As you were getting the final stitches done, he commented on it.
“They’re not half bad.”
The teasing criticism made a smile tug on the corners of your lips. As you finished, you began to clean up the aftermath. Cottons, liquids, scissors, all spread around in a mess.
“Yeah, does the expert approve of them? Speaking of, just how many people do you treat around here in your free time that you’re so quick and precise with this?”
Miguel helped you clean up. He smiled, small but warmly, before shaking his head and holding his gaze to yours.
“None. Only you.”
There it was again. That undeniable tug at your heart that somehow had the power to untangle the knot in seconds.
You couldn’t hide your grin, your hand reaching towards him in an attempt to shove him playfully, but being intercepted by his own and moving it backwards, pulling you forward for a kiss.
Despite your protesting laugh, you easily leaned into it, letting yourself melt against him, to which he hummed in approval.
It lasted a couple of minutes. The sense of euphoria it arrived with never seemed to grow old.
When you both pulled back, you were breathless, your lips tingling with the aftertaste, and his hair disheveled.
He grinned, his suit recomposing to its original state.
“Does this mean you’ll help me next time too?”
You rolled your eyes, quickly pecking the corner of his mouth before standing up.
“Mhm. Those medics really can’t be trusted, you know. Tetanus is no joke.”
He nodded full heartedly, following suit.
“Definitely not.”
#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara atsv#atsv#across the spiderverse#spiderman 2099#spiderman atsv#miguel spiderman#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel x reader#miguel x y/n#miguel spiderverse#atsv miguel#miguel ohara
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FOREVER, YOU & ME.
pairing: yoongi x oc
genre: yandre!yoongi, doctor!yoongi, patient!reader, doctor/hospital au, one-shot.
warning: mentions of drugs (?), obsessive and manipulative behavior, non-consensual, use of pet names.
A/N: tried something new :) really couldn't stop myself from writing again. sorry.
ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆。˚・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑
pitch dark night sky, bright colorful lights drowning the crowded streets of Seoul and fireworks painting the canvas of the sky. it's New Years Eve, everyone is outside. people playing here, others dancing there. even those who prefer staying inside restaurants to enjoy the presence of their loved ones in the first moments of the year.
however the celebration is, everyone is doing something on the streets of Seoul tonight.
one hour post midnight, and the hospital is still alive and cold, as usual.
"I left some other reports and important papers on your desk, I'll be helping Dr. choi for the rest of the night." nurse Jeon tells yoongi as they stand at the reception.
"are there any news on the missing patient?" nurse Jeon asks.
"nope. it's been three days and still no trace." the receptionist answers.
"that's weird. she was getting discharged right before disappearing." nurse Jeon's brows furrow. "poor girl suffered here for months and never got a break."
"maybe she just decided to leave quietly with no warning." yoongi hums casually. it's no rare case to have patients leaving the hospital with no words, as soon as their treatment ends. some are just impatient as that.
"she was friendly though, hyung. I expected a small goodby, to be honest." yoongi snorts with an eye roll at the younger's pout. he is naturally social, this one, he likes to befriend the patients to make them feel as comfortable as their healing process requires, and maybe a tiny bit more.
yoongi, on the other hand, is less social and more professional. he likes to focus only on his job and to smoothly terminate his missions.
"she was your patient, though, are you not even slightly worried, hyung?" he added.
"she's probably having a blast now, Jeon, it's new year's eve in the outside world. now, you get going." with a last pat on the nurse's back, yoongi bids his goodbye and leaves to the upper floors.
he passes by sleepy rooms, walking through long, white corridors with his hands tucked in the pockets of his white, neat knee-length lab coat. there's barely any people at this hour in the hospital, so any loud noise can be ten times louder in the thick, silent air of the night. he hums a random melody he grew fond of in the past couple of days as quietly as he can.
finally, he reaches a door. twisting the knob and entering his much warmer office, in which he barely lets anyone save from his nurses and very few collegue-friends.
unwanted presence means unwanted curiosity, which leads to unwanted questions and feelings.
ever so quietly, he removes the stethoscope hanging from the back of his neck and down to his chest, then puts it atop the desk. he always avoides touching the silver parts because of how annoyingly cold they usually get, despite the awake radiators that are distributed everywhere in the building.
bending towards one of the drawers, he opens it, pulls a key and a filled needle out, then heads to open another door inside the office. a door strictly forbidden for anyone except from himself.
every time the very few people that are allowed inside the office ask about that door, he says it's the private room in which he uses for resting and personal time when his shift hours get crazy.
a wave of relief washes over him upon stepping in.
the space is almost empty, limited in furniture. there's darkness, a small lamp on a small night stand right next to a bed, a heater, and there's a body.
someone is lying on that bed.
you are lying on that bed. small form, unmoving limbs, resting pale face, closed eyes, dark circles, dry lips... it would've been easy to assume that your soul had already left and rose high up to the skies if it weren't for the faint raise and fall of your torso.
a low melody, the same one he was humming a few minutes ago, can be heard as well. almost non-audible, not to grab any external attention or... disturb your deep, deep slumber.
yoongi smiles as he slowly sits on the edge of the bed, so careful as if you'd wake up at the smallest of mouvements.
the faint yellow lights of the lamp shone gently on your face, making him lift his hand to caress you skin and stare. thoughtless and content. just staring.
a few moments pass by and he snaps out of his hase, remembering what needs to be done first and before anything else.
he grabs the needle with one hand and holds your wrist in the other. he's so gentle with his touch. so gentle as if to apologize for what he's been doing to you.
"it's time for your shots, pertal." he whispers to your unconscious body. "I'm helping you sleep soundlessly, with no worries or corrupt thoughts."
the needle stabs your skin and pushes the drug into you vein.
"it's been three days, my love. I love having you here, you know?" he pulls the needle out and puts it in his pocket.
"people are looking for you. they want to take you away from me. like you wanted to leave and go away.. far away.. and leave.. I won't let that happen." his face eyes grow sharper as his words become saltier, but his voice stands soft and calm.
he lays down to face your stomach and hugs you. he hugs you tight and close, afraid you'd jump out of the bed and run away at any given moment. as if you could even lift a finger in your condition.
yoongi closes his eyes shut and inhales deeply, allowing your scent to settle into his lungs, locking it there and in his brain as well so he could remember it when he's away from you, doing whatever shitty thing his job makes him do during his shift.
"I can't let you go. I know you're a good little thing. nothing will change between us as long as you behave and stay with me. like this. forever."
"it's you and me forever, darling."
#yoongi#bts#agustd#yoongi fluff#yoongi scenarios#yoongi x reader#yoongi angst#yoongi drabble#yoongi au#bts fluff#bts yoongi#bts imagines#bts scenarios#yoongi icons#yandere#yandere yoongi
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I was wondering if you’re familiar with Steven Universe and how the Cons would react to their human s/o having the same abilities as Steven?
( can produce a shield and change its size, thickness and durability as well as create a bubble surrounding themselves. Their shield and bubble are capable of growing spikes)
( they have healing spit and can bring someone who just died back to life, though they will be pink and have a pocket dimension in their hair)
( they can project their mind into others as well as onto devices like tvs though they have to be asleep)
( they can give plants sentience and make them fight for them as a plant army)
( they can jump up really high and basically float by slowing the speed of their descent)
( they can put things like a phone or notebook in a bubble and tap the top of it to transport it through time and space to their home instantly)
Please and thank you
Note: sorry for getting to this so late T-T reality hit me like a cannon ball
Note 2: I kinda made it angsty but like with how life is, I want evil cons lol
TFA! Cons X GN!Steven universe! Reader
Megatron
At first doesn't really like your naive nature but then he sees you use healing power to bring back your ‘friend’. He knows power when he see it.
You're just lucky that he likes your appearance and your easy manipulative nature. You'll make a good pet to him.
Blitzwing
Kinda like Megatron but he knows no boundaries and will force you to do things that you will not like. It just amuses him to see you have a moral dilemma.
Shockwave
He loves learning about you and your abilities, if he had the chance he would dissect you however you are officially Megatron's pet. He doesn't want to get on the bad side of his lord.
Does though ask you to do things for him like reanimate objects, mind projection and give organic life sentience.
Blackarachnia
Feels bad for you but she hopes you become more self assured and build yourself up so you can fight back.
Doesn't like talking to you. You make her uncomfortable with how the cons treat you. It reminds her of how they treated her. You are simply not made for the con's world
Starscream
Like Blackarachnia, just more vocal on how you make him uncomfortable— goes out of his way to mess with you so you don't ever come near him. Can't help but feel a tiny bit sorry for you but he knows he would do the same to you like Megatron did. However, maybe he would be a little bit better than the Decepticon warlord.
Lugnut
Has no options on you, he does whatever his lord commands him to do. If that means making sure you never leave his sight, so be it. You get no privacy with Lugnut.
#transformers#tf#transformers animated#tfa#blitzwing#lugnut#megatron#tfa starscream#tfa megatron#shockwave#blackarachnia#megatron x reader#starscream x reader#imagine#tfa imagine#tfa x reader#x reader#transformers x reader
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An angsty Chaggie/Chaggily idea I don’t think we’re discussing enough: Charlie is potentially a natural angel killer. She was able to manifest a weapon that hurt and could have potentially killed Adam. Imagine her having to contend with THAT revelation while being in love with Vaggie (and potentially Emily as well).
ooooo i've been WONDERING if heavenly steel's killing ability comes from them being forged by / imbued with like, high ranking angelic power, like from a seraphim or such (sera not only allowing the exterminations to happen, but having to quietly supply and resupply adam with the weapons for it....)
can u imagine tho. if Charlie's being part seraphim gave her that same power?
first, before that becomes a thing- Vaggie's so relieved and relaxed to have the exorcist secret out in the open. she doesn't have to worry about Charlie seeing her angelic blood anymore-
(maybe grins, reminding Charlie they can be a bit more adventurous in bed now) (maybe sits Charlie down and gently explains that she'd rather they got a bit rough in practice sparring with each other than see Charlie get hurt in an actual fight later-)
and maybe Charlie starts to kinda like seeing Vaggie's angelic blood, in the right moments
she loved Vaggie as a sinner- but she just UNDERSTANDS her better now, knowing why her partner hates heaven so much, why she believed in Charlie and redemption and the hotel when no one else did- maybe also it's reassuring, knowing Vaggie really isn't a sinner who might choose heaven over hell some day. instead she's an angel, she did the reverse, she's chosen hell and Charlie over heaven (she isn't leaving) (not like-) and that golden blood is PROOF
so there are love bites that get a bit passionate and there's moments in sparring when Charlie starts tentatively throwing all of herself into a fight, to feel what it's like, to fight for them and their future together even if Vaggie gets a bit scrapped up in the here and now-
but the scraps. don't heal. the way non-angelic wounds should
the love bites Charlie leaves on her scar
and Vaggie, she's fine with that! more than fine
She's surprised and RELIEVED- Charlie's tougher than anyone thinks, Charlie will never really be unarmed if someone tries to get the jump on her- (so many want to) the tight memory of seeing her fight Adam (his hand on her throat) easing a little as Vaggie reshuffles her girlfriend into the heavenly tier above him (smirks at how he'd HATE that)
Vaggie, taking a moment whenever she's by a mirror, just to trace the new marks her girlfriend left on her
(bookmarks from her new life, good memories, more changes from the exorcist she stills glimpses staring back at her sometimes- changes SHE chose, this time, so different from her missing eye...)
but Charlie... oh... Charlie would be gutted by them
no matter how many times Vaggie smiles as she touches the scars, there's still the sinking, hollowing thought- Lute is the one who leaves marks like that. Vaggie's eye, her wings, her hand- Charlie knows herself as the one who puts on the bandage, helps with the pain, remembers which side of her girlfriend to stand on and watches her back in a fight so it DOESN'T happen again... and now, she's also the one who's left scars
she's the one who could- with one wrong move or small mistake- could do WORSE than just scars-
and unlike with Lute, Vaggie is never on her guard around Charlie
Charlie going to her dad- her dad who she's only finally really talking to again because of VAGGIE- asking him, whispering like when she tiny enough to curl up in his lap- was that what it was like with mom? did that... have anything to do with Lilith leaving..?
Lucifer trying to reassure her- no no no, that part never bothered Lilith, physical stuff is the simpler part- loving someone is way people really get the power to hurt you-
(his own love of creation, of life, leaving him broken hearted down in hell-)(Lucifer cringing)
-saying instead, she TRUSTS you, Char-char. She believes in you (even when i didn't), and has she ever been wrong about it?
no
but Charlie will always be afraid, now, of just how wrong Vaggie's faith in her might be
#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#vaggie#chaggie#lucifer morningstar#angst#ohohohohohohoooh#i LIKE it#almost certainly not even slightly likely to be canon-#and so#Delicious#thank ye anon#nom nom nom~
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Bat bio donors
So Catherine Todd, unfortunately, wasn't Jason's bio mom, even if she was his mom in every other way that matters. Embezzler, child trafficker, and Joker associate Shelia Haywood was his biological mother...probably.
There was no DNA test so I remain unconvinced.
That being said, I see no acceptable evidence that Willis Todd was Jason's bio father. (And if there is, shhh, don't care)
Yes Bruce could be his bio dad but boring, be more creative!
For example, someone else who's based in Gotham, who might have a fling and not follow up on it for very whatever reason, and who might be the namesake of our favorite gun wielding bat: Jason Bood. Yes Shelia, if she is the mother, may have put Willis on the birth certificate, but there's nothing to say that she didn't have an evening with a man with a charming accent, considerable experience, and a rather two faced nature.
Or perhaps someone who is a tiny bit less volatile such as David Cain.
Or honestly there's enough weirdness in Gotham that Jason's other bio donor was Nocturna, the woman who would later want to adopt him while he was Robin and she was, in fact, though she didn't know it, trying to get her own bio child.
Furthermore, Bruce as Tim Drake's bio donor, yes, good, understandable, likely even.
However, there are other options, for example:
Janet spends a great deal of time going around the world and with various artifacts, some of these artifacts could be magical in nature. That magic may have various effects on the average person and one of the more popular things that people in ancient times sought revolved around fertility control, to improve or prevent. Janet might trip over more than a few artifacts designed to improve fertility, let's say even to the point that some who might not normally be able to sire children might in fact be capable of doing so with Janet while she's still under the influence of such magic, such as:
Lady Shiva who admires Janet's ability to handle both a growing business and her academic pursuits.
Ra's Al Ghul who came by for an artifact and had a fling with the lady who found it mostly because why not? Yes if Tim ever found out, or Ra's ever found out, it would result in considerable mental distress, but it could also be hilarious. Flip a coin to decide if this would make Talia want Tim dead more or less than she already does.
Some ancient god who's essentially mortal at this point and has been clinging to existence by the thinnest thread and really the only reason their name is known at this point is because it was in a letter about very bad copper. Tim receives no benefits from this parent except above average endurance and healing which is how he's survived. He's also as stubborn as the nameless god that's hung on for four thousand or so years.
Gotham itself is Tim's bio donor and this is why tiny baby stalker Tim didn't die a thousand times over while he was taking pictures, Gotham was looking out for their son.
Then there's Cassandra, "one who is all" who may or may not be Shiva's daughter.
Honestly for Shiva and for Talia, given the danger they put themselves in and the stress that pregnancy can do to a body, plus the necessary time to heal properly afterwards, the canon where Damian is grown in a tube makes sense and I wouldn't be surprised if Shiva took a page from Talia's book.
Shiva as the mother of "one who is all" can make sense. The other bio donor, well, let's look at other options.
Slade perhaps? He's had quite a few remarkable children, and can handle none of them, but that wouldn't stop him from being a candidate.
If you're a fan of wuxia or xianxia novels, look for or make up some ancient cultivator that Shiva sought out for training perhaps and on that strength Cassandra can pick up cultivation and become that much more awesome, maybe even teach it to her brothers.
Sect Leader Cass o((>ω< ))o
Or someone can be related to or connected to a Lamont Crantson and see if they can step out of his Shadow.
Dick's bio parents were freakin' awesome so jumping over him and also leaving Duke's parentage alone though more distant ancestors for either of them, such as great-great grandmothers or grandfathers might be interesting. Dick has a Talon in the family tree but who else might be hanging around in there?
For example, Santa is real in the dc universe. Tim and his team could have witnessed the death of Dick's maternal great-great-great-great grandpa.
As for Duke, if his family has been in Gotham for longer than a generation, there've got to be some serious weirdos in his bloodline, maybe a lesser known Talon or Queen Mab.
Damian not being the son of Bruce and Talia would be a serious blow to the kid and not worth it. Giving him blood siblings is more fun. He already has a problem learning to share his dad with his adopted siblings, sharing with blood siblings would be good for him.
Stephanie? An additional dad option would probably give her some sort of mental crisis since she originally based her vigilante career on defeating her deadbeat, second rate rogue father. It would be interesting and honestly a little hilarious though if her mother had a fling with Oliver Queen.
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the moth and the flame part 8: a reverie
poly!Nessian x f!Reader
summary: after meeting Nesta in a bookshop, you find the darkest parts of yourselves bonding with each other. Naturally, Cassian finds himself entangled with the two of you.
warnings: mentions of suicide, detox, drug and alcohol abuse, rhys is kind of an ass but he’s really just trying to help
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It was painful to even think of this, of her life without you, but ... Nesta knew Cassian had a point. With your stubborn and independent streak, if you couldn’t heal by yourself, would you ever truly heal? Still, it didn’t feel right to cut things off with you, but maybe that was her being selfish.
Always selfish, a nasty voice teased in her mind. Never thinking of her, always of yourself, with more effort than she cared to admit, Nesta shoved the voice out.
She needed to care for you as if an impartial party would. Mentally, she scratched that thought out. Impossible.
Nesta rolled over, and drifted back to sleep.
You smiled, twirling through the fields of flowers, joy radiating from every inch of you, your presence infecting everything and everyone in the surrounding area. Nesta would’ve sworn the flowers stood a little taller in your presence, their blooms opening even wider as if to invite you, as if you were one of them.
Only in her dreams.
She knew it wasn’t really, that seeing you like this - healthy - was never her reality.
“Why are you never real?” She murmured to dream you, the apparition. Not quite a ghost, she could touch you, but still not quite real. The more she began wishing for a dream-state version of you in real life, the more Nesta knew your relationship was approaching its end, no matter how cataclysmic it may end.
It would end. There was no other way, she knew that for certain, even if the certainty always faded the next time she saw you.
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You’d begged they didn’t take you to any healers. Begged they didn’t take you away from your home, yet they didn’t listen.
So much for the words of a dying female. You made that joke exactly once before they both sent a look so broken your way you couldn’t bring yourself to do it again.
Still, you sat in the room at the library, a priestess with blue robes in front of you.
“Are you going to talk today?” She asked, patiently, though you could hear the touch of worry in her voice.
“There’s nothing wrong,” you swallowed, throat dry. Your pills and suppliers had all gone missing shortly after the ... incident, throwing you into a detox you weren't quite ready for. You were never ready for a those. Had you ever actually completed one before? You’d certainly tried.
“What if you share where you just went?” The female asked gently. It was truly a miracle they’d found someone willing to sit here with you. You were polite, but not exactly forthcoming or willing to be here. It just served to show how much respect Nesta had here, the kind of respect someone like you would never have.
“I’ve never finished a detox before now,” you blurted before you could stop yourself.
A pang of guilt hit you at the relief in the priestesses eyes, accompanied by something like pride? No, that felt a bit too strong. You said five fucking words, not a damn thing to be proud of.
Gods, you tilted your head back to gaze at the ceiling. You without your pills was someone you didn’t particularly enjoy being around. Nobody else did, either, given how Cassian and Nesta had been avoiding you recently. The most they’d done is make sure you went to these sessions. Just maybe if you went to them you’d finally become someone they could stand to be around, or be proud to stand near. You liked that idea, of being someone somebody would be proud to be with, someone somebody would be proud of.
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Nesta dreamed of you again that night. She had ... hope. Fragile, tiny, pathetic, useless hope. All based on the pride practically glowing from the priestesses face as you left. She knew, through whispers, that you were ‘slow progress,’ - kind words for its not going well. She knew they needed to have the talk soon. The ‘what are we,’ talk, but the three ... well, she and Cassian had been busy, struggling to find time to make sure you got to your sessions without outside help but they’d made it work.
Rhysand, had stuck his nose in her business today.
“How is your -?” Feyre’s words fell off, not sure what to call you anymore.
“Our girlfriend?” Nesta offered dryly. You were technically still together. “Fine,” she added curtly. She didn’t want to talk about you, not when everyone seemed to have an opinion.
“I thought you were breaking up,” Rhys said mildly, slicing into his steak. Why had she agreed to this dinner? Just her, Cassian, and the nobles? Right, because Feyre asked nicely and Cassian gave puppy dog eyes. That’s the last time she’d fall for those.
“It’s none of your -”
Cassian cut her off, “we don’t know yet.”
“Is that really fair to her?” Feyre asked, the same time as Rhys said,
“She needs more help than the priestesses can give her.”
“She’s fine,” Nesta nearly snarled.
“Fine?” He put down his knife, infuriatingly calm. She could never be calm when you were the topic of discussion. “She slit her own wrists and nearly bled out when you found her, and now she’s making little progress. I can pay for her to go to a specialized healing program-”
Nesta didn’t give a damn as she cut him off, “there was a breakthrough today.”
“After a month, how much longer is it going to take?”
“She asked us not to take her from Velaris, Rhys,” Cassian answered, much calmer than Nesta would’ve. “And it’s her own business.”
“Business you’re involved in,” the High Lord responded flatly.
“Yes.”
Tense silence filled the room as the two males stared at each other, caught in some sort of alpha fit. Nesta couldn't take it a second longer, she threw her napkin down on her plate and shoved her chair out, storming from the room, still taking care to close the door quietly - magically reinforced or not she didn’t want to risk Feyre’s paintings.
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GUYS okay hear me out majoras mask boat boys au
I love legend of zelda I love boat boys this is like the ultimate combination of my interests you cannot understand the brainrot. Idk what to call it yet tho... majoras minecraft? Anyway prepare for an essay
OKAY so we have the Hero of Time, Etho, who stopped ganons plans before they started, and would be stuck in a child's body if not for the fact I think that'd be a lil weird for the more shippy aspects of this au that all the running through time aged his soul and his body followed suit (he's still got a young appearance, and the mask doesn't make him look older like he thinks). Same reason he has the scar over his eye (from the ganon fight); no matter how much the body may heal or rewind the mind will not forget.
Then navi (maybe bdubs?) left him, and he went with epona (maybe bdubs instead? (eponas a horse iydk)) and he sets out on a journey aka the beginning of mm:
Wandering through the woods on epona, gets jumped by skull kid. For those unaware, there is skull kid, a lonely lil sweetheart, and he wears the mask, an entity on its own. He also has two fairies, siblings tael and tatl.
So I was a little unsure about this for a while, but I think I've decided on grian for the skull kid and Jimmy for tael, grian bc watchers and Jimmy bc skull kid is not very nice to tael (bc of the mask) and like a listeners reference or smth blah blah blah
TATL. that's who's interesting. At the beginning she gets separated from her friends and becomes your companion. So naturally for this au she is our favourite joel smallishbeans. It works so well. Tatl is mean but cares, and that's joels dynamic with the bad boys and with etho, guys it's literally perfect idc what you say
I think it doesn't change much throughout like the story of the game, but just taking dialogue tatl says to link and its so perfect for a sassy joel to a "can't believe I'm dealing with this shit again" etho. Uh one thing different though; in hylian form etho doesn't have an ocarina but instead a mini marimba. Just because. I think it's cool, and for potential things later on.
Now, fairies in this au are just tiny glowing people shaped things with wings. The glow around them is their magic, and depending on emotions/energy the brightness changes (thats why they look like flying balls of light). Some fairies have the ability to make projections of themselves, more hylian sized in nature. This can be intimidation or distraction or w/e, but they cant do it for long periods of time bc its exhausting. These forms aren't physical. Just sized up light projections of their actual bodies.
So for a lot of their journey, joel is just a cute pocket sized ball of rage and sarcasm, who helps with ethos aim for fighting. Bc that's a game mechanic and also ethos like half blind. But like when joel calms down imagine him crawling into ethos hat and just dozing off. He can fit in the palm of your hand like guys it's so cute. But he is also capable of being worse than a mozzie
Oh probably a good point to put in what I imagine etho looks like. So it's typical link green (maybe a bit dampened?), weird pointy hat, short hair (white ofc), his shirt is more of a jacket with a fluffy cold weather collar, it's a bit too big for him but he knows he'll grow into it, he's all knobbly and thin (underfed a lil, boy was never taught how to care for himself beyond basic survival). His injured eye is red bc of ganon, and often gives him phantom pains. It can't be healed.
Anyway, at some point in their journey together, etho and joel learn a song that let's fairies have a larger physical form, no wings, sorta like the great fairies (who they learnt it from prolly). It isn't permanent, slowly draining ethos magic meter, the spell ends when you run out of magic. This is because I want them to actually be able to stand side by side or maybe hug, and also bc its hard to block a blow with your body when ur tennis ball sized.
Aaaaand, this ties back in with with marimba. What if ethos injured, or unconscious, and he obviously can't defend himself, so joel panics and plays the marimba in what he hopes is the right order to give himself a body. I imagine that being that small, you could not play an ocarina. And hey maybe joel carries etho away after that, and when the spell ends he has barely any light emitting from himself because he spent nearly all his magic (what he is made of) saving etho.
But this song isn't used much, because of its draining nature, and you can't really do any other magic things while it's going. So it's mostly just in the final fight (over and over) or tough moments or maybe joel wants to experience something like hoe hylians do. It's obviously inferior to how he experiences things as a fairy, of course, he's just curious thats all. He totally doesn't want etho to do it more.
Okay I think ill sorta stop here, I am NOT done, I will probably post some art I've done for this later lol, and I want help with who everyone else is (mumbo is the moon. You cannot stop me nor change my mind) with mcyts to npcs
#oh it feels so good to get this out of my system i have been sitting on this for MONTHS#apologies of it isnt SUPER coherent i never said i was eloquent and i was really just word vomitting my ideas onto the screen#if anyone had any questions or stuff to add i would cry /positive#yeah like yall are so good if you want to take your own spin on this or anything i would love to know so bad#i need to like scream from the rooftops#majoras minecraft au#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans#jimmy solidarity#grian#ethoslab#etho#majoras mask#boat boys#smalletho#majoras mask au#trafficblr#moss' madness#i think thats all the tags...?
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where did the party go. (2)
a/n: good lord carryonafi nation FINALLY!! part 2 of where did the party go is here and now i’m working on new projects! the end of the school year is kicking my ass at the moment, but there’s cool things planned and requests will be out soon :) enjoy! and tell me if you’d like a part 3 of this universe where we do some sweet stories from the past. 🤍
content warnings: sexual innuendos, heavy drinking, smoking, mentions of declining mental health
words: 2.0k
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background: Your relationship with Ashton has been public ever since the beginning, starting in 2013 and continuing to flow and experience the life of 5 Seconds of Summer all the way until the band went on a break at the end of 2016. During those years, you took on the struggles that Ashton and the rest of the band faced which left them all having you as a permanent resident in their life. However, your relationship becomes rocky when Ashton refuses to communicate until the very moment he can’t take it anymore. His impulsive decision leads to you moving out, yet still being in his life because of the others and their friendship with you.
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After parties were a staple, this was where your relationship with Ashton began, found itself strained, healed… it was an environment that was home to a lot of major events in your still young lives. It had been about 5 years since the first event you had ever gone to, an album release party hosted by a different band which got you into the public position you wore proudly. Ashton never once doubted your abilities to handle the spotlight, you didn’t mind the cameras flashing or the way members of the crowds would desperately call out your name or his. It just came naturally.
It felt like home to be wanted, to be needed by some people. The way those boys relied on you to give them their reality away from their occupations made you feel important, but Ashton clicked with you. His need was different from the others, but you needed him in the same way.
Things started to get rough when the band went on break, but even before… Ashton was slipping and it felt like communication hadn’t been valued enough. One encounter months after your breakup stayed engraved in your mind, the most vulnerable you had ever seen that man. His tears meant everything, even if he was wasted and didn’t realize half of what he was thinking fell from his lips— those tears were real. The way his shaking hands slipped through your fingertips at a desperate attempt to keep you close to him, his bloodshot eyes and wild hair… it shook you just thinking about it.
The nomination for your single sort of fell through, but in this moment nothing else mattered. Finding the drummer was your top priority and not a single disruption would ruin this for you.
The music gently shook the atmosphere, the venue filled with laughter and conversation, some dramatic, bitchy, grateful, maybe elated. These had to have been the most confusing places with everyone’s mixed emotions and different reactions to the winners and performances. Bodies were spread out, yet a tiny bit cramped due to the limited space they had for celebration. After parties were nice for this reason too, it wasn’t like your usual event thrown together and way overpacked with drunk individuals and enough alcohol to poison an entire tolerant frat house.
Finally, you pushed your way up towards the bar and was met with a familiar, inhumanely tall figure. You knew who this was immediately.
“Hey, Luke?” You called, gently tapping on the man’s shoulder.
Luke turned around, a smile lingering on his face until he made eye contact with you. “Shit, hey Y/N!” He beamed, hooking his arm around your shoulders to give you a bit of an awkward hug. You laughed anxiously, blinking to adjust to the dim lights and meet Luke’s gaze. “Good to see you!”
“Good to see you too…” You hesitated. “Do you know where Ashton is?” It seemed his face mirrored yours, curious and full of a need for answers.
“Um… yeah, I think he stepped out into the hallway? Not sure which one though, pretty sure it was over in that direction somewhere.” Luke hummed, making sure you were watching where his finger was pointing to dressed up with a chunky silver ring.
“I’ll find him, thanks Luke.” You nodded, his expression still matching yours as you both smiled at each other and he wished you good luck. Then you were set off on your mission again, weaving in and out of cliques to make sure you didn’t bump into anyone. Apology after apology, cringy glances and excuses to make your way through these people who were definitely way more important than you were.
You spotted a glass door to the main hallway of the venue, might as well try your luck… you pushed it open and was immediately met with still silence. Once the door closed, everything was muffled. You sighed with relief, closing your eyes and standing in the warm entryway light.
“Overwhelmed?” You heard a voice, opening your eyes again and looking to your left to see Ashton leaning against the wall. His tie was loose, top button of his shirt undone with his blazer strewn across the bench next to him. Would it be terrible to admit how quickly you started blushing?
“Uh… sorta.” You hesitated again, blinking innocently at him. “No, I wasn’t. I was looking for you.”
Ashton was expecting you to give a different answer rather than just being “overwhelmed”, but that wasn’t the one he was thinking of. There was visible confusion in his eyes, gently twisting his expression and deepening the subtle frown lines. “You were?” He furrowed his eyebrows, pushing his hair back in a way that told you he had product in it and couldn’t run his fingers through it like normal.
“Yeah, I was. I found Luke, he told me you’d be here, so…” Your breath caught in your throat, looking back at the door you came in through before taking a step out of the way and closer to Ashton. Tension was thick, but it eased once you saw the smile tugging at his lips. Score.
“He’s not too great at keeping his mouth shut, is he?” He looked at you expectantly, making your heart pound even faster.
“Guess not. He never was really.” You shared a grin of your own.
“Remember when we’d want some alone time?” Ashton said softly, straightening his tie again and keeping his eyes glued to your loving face. “I could never really tell him where we were going, next thing you know the whole crew would be with us in the dressing room.” The fondness of the statement made the both of you crack a smile now, it was hard during those years to actually enjoy some quiet time… maybe that’s another buffer in your development as partners. As people.
“Sorry you had to drag me everywhere you went all the time.” You giggled, Ashton instantly shook his head without a second to spare.
“Don’t be.” He waved a hand dismissively at you. “You got me through a lot, you got us through a lot. At the time you were so… normal. A real human being, without a camera, a microphone… you had a life before publicity. We didn’t.” Ashton explained, reaching out for your quivering hand. You had no idea you were shaking until this point, your nerves got the best of you.
“But—“
“That gave me no excuse to treat you the way that I did.” Ashton cut you off, and honestly, you weren’t mad about it because he had just finished your sentence for you. His thumb grazing your knuckles made your stomach turn, unable to hold back the urge to squeeze his hand in return.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. So fucking sorry.” Ashton shook his head, the sincerity in his half-lidded hazel eyes making your own eyes well up. “You shouldn’t have put up with me for that long, but, fuck… would you believe me if I told you I wanted to give you everything?”
“Just— please, stop. For just a second.” You pleaded, looking down at the floor. Without an argument, Ashton shut up. He took a deep breath, still holding your hand and tilting his head to try and look into your eyes.
“I was never angry at you, you know that? I didn’t mind that you needed space, I would have given it to you.” Another explanation to which he listened more intently than ever before, like you were teaching him the meaning of life right before his eyes. “It was your responsibility to know that, instead of leaving me feeling like… well, other reasons.” You mumbled, the implication clear of what you thought the end of your relationship was.
“I see.” Ashton hummed in understanding, feeling relief wash over him once you looked him in the eyes again. There was a bit of silence, making you hesitate to speak again. Thank god Ashton did for you. “Are you alright? Like, in general.”
You nodded, the hasty beating of your heart had come to a calm pattern now that the initial anxiety had washed away. “Yeah, I’m okay. Are you?” Ashton replied the same way, nodding silently which brought a sentimental smile to your face.
“Missed you so much.” He admitted quietly, his voice breaking in a way that had the nerves in your palms tingling with empathy.
“Missed you too… saw you just got done with tour.” You matched his tone of voice, waiting to see if this game of imitating each other would end or if it was simply subconscious.
“Yeah, it was alright.” Ashton scoffed playfully, he loved performing. “Alright” was definitely an understatement for any show he played. However his sarcasm made you laugh again, god was it contagious… he couldn’t help himself from joining in.
There was something a bit different in your laughter, your voice cracked and faltered until a tear was slipping down your cheek and making a trail in its wake. Ashton’s hand slipped around your shoulders pulling you close as you squeezed your eyes shut to avoid letting anymore tears ruin your makeup.
“I… I don’t know why, I just—“
“Shh,” Ashton interrupted you once more, rubbing your shoulder as his lips pressed to your hair. “Don’t need to explain, s’okay.” He muttered, holding you in silence for a few moments letting you take control of your emotions.
“You smell like a fuckin’ gallon of hairspray.” Ashton teased, looking down as you pulled away and left a gentle smack to his chest. The white dress shirt he was wearing now stained with your makeup.
“Not my fault.” You scrunched up your nose, another beat going by as you noticed your makeup on his shirt. “Sorry about… that.”
“Oh, heavens— it’s terrible.” Ashton grinned, shaking his head as he tilted your chin with his pointer finger and his thumb. “It’s okay, it’s just a shirt.” He teased.
A sense of contentment washed over you, smiles adorned both of your faces as Ashton pulled away to grab his jacket from the bench.
“I appreciate you. Really— a lot.” You spoke a little more clearer than you have been, catching Ashton’s attention as you both headed back towards the door.
“I’m glad, um,” Ashton started to put his jacket on, stopping in front of the door to the party. “I’m gonna be in town for a while, would you..“ His hesitance made you smile, egging him on to finish his sentence. “Would you want to get coffee tomorrow?”
“That’s it?” You laughed, expecting a much more intense request than that. Ashton’s cheeks went pink, shaking his head. “Yeah, I’d like that.” A gentle response to soothe Ashton’s nerves just as he did yours.
“Okay.” He breathed, his lips curling into somewhat of an amused smirk. There was some pride in knowing he could still make you feel the way he did years ago, the wit and humor was still there, feelings weren’t too rough… Ashton was at peace once again. He opened the door for you, comically bowing and gesturing for you to walk in before him. Your own smile never faded, entering the venue once again with Ashton trailing behind you like the last year and a half never happened.
Another pass of relief and contentment, the two of you found Luke and the others fairly quickly just by the sound of Luke’s high pitched laugh. Glances were shared between the group, but not a single word was mentioned about how there wasn’t a thick black cloud of negative energy hanging above the two of you. It felt normal again. Normal amidst died down chaos and a place with these guys where you could be content.
Inevitably, fan accounts and press were screaming over your reunion with your ex-boyfriend the next morning. Coffee that day turned into a writing session, a writing session turned into a long night spent talking about what you had missed in each other's life and how intense everything had been up until this point.
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Story - Crotched Bee Family
Pairing - Castiel/Dean Winchester
Word count - 1557
Rating - Teen
Summary - With Cas spending more time on earth he wants to find a hobby to keep him busy, he decides on crocheting household items and clothes. When Dean starts hunting again he leaves Cas alone at home, who spends his time on his hobby.
Every time Dean comes back from a hunt though, he finds a new little crocheted surprise in his bedroom.
Cas had a new hobby. Ever since he had decided to spend more time on Earth with his husband, and less time with the angel garrison, he was finding himself getting a little bored. He tried to while away days by reading, doing a little research for cases, or writing poetry, something he had found he had a natural talent for. But he got bored of them quite quickly, preferring to do something a little more hands on.
That’s when he starts crocheting.
It was a weird thing for him to progress to, but he was really good at it. Jumpers, hats, scarves, blankets, bags, you name it Cas could probably crochet it. He had already made them matching jumpers, soft to the touch and wonderfully comfortable. Sam laughed when they wore them the first time, but Dean just thought he was jealous that he didn’t get one.
As he grew in confidence, he decided he could sell some of his items. So that he wasn’t just clogging up their room in the bunker. Dean was all for it. Anything for a bit of extra money. And Cas was making quite a bit of money, enough for them to put some savings away to look at buying a property for their own.
It would be nice to get away from the bunker, and stop mentally scarring Sam every time they were remotely affectionate. Maybe the space could help them move further forward in their relationship. They had spoken in the past about having a family of their own, maybe with a home it was one step closer to becoming a reality.
Things were going well with the new hobby, that was until Dean started doing a bit of ad hoc hunting.
At first, Cas insisted on going with him. Wanting to be there to make sure his husband was safe, knowing he would be able to heal him quickly if he became too injured. But Dean insisted on Cas staying in the bunker, telling him that if they were in too much danger they would call him. As he was still an angel, Dean was confident he would be there in seconds and everything would be fine.
Still Cas worried.
On Deans first night back from a hunt, they were cuddled together under the comforter. Pressing soft little kisses against each others lips, biting gently and massaging to draw out wonderful stuttering noises. Wanting to feel more of his husband, Cas started sliding his lips down Deans neck. Licking and sucking at points, pulling out intoxicating groans. Although lost in the sensations, Deans eyes fluttered open briefly. Wanting to see his husband.
It was then he saw it.
Out the corner of his eye he saw a little soft crocheted creature, a bumble bee with bright yellow and black lines on. The wings were a pure white, soaring high from its back and it had an adorable little smile on his face.
“Erm sweetheart.” Dean said, tapping him lightly on the thigh. The only response a soft ‘hmmm’ against his neck before Cas went back to kissing tenderly. “Sweetheart.” That bought Cas out of his task, he pulled back, looking into his husbands eyes with those beautiful blue lust filled ones.
“Yes handsome?” He asked, hand coming up and gently caressing his cheek. Staring at him with so much affection it was making Deans cheeks heat up.
“What’s that?” Dean asked, pointing over to the table behind Cas. His husband turned around, searching where his eyes were looking. He could see his shoulders jerking a little where he was chuckling to himself.
“It’s a bee.”
“I can see that sweetheart, but…where did it come from?” Now Cas was looking back at his husband, a look of confusion in his eyes.
“I made her.” Ah right, he had obviously graduated from making bedding, clothing and accessories to making tiny little soft toys.
“Her?”
“Yes. She’s called Britney.” Of course he picked the name of a famous pop star to name his little creation. That was so adorably Cas. “Do you like her?”
“She’s very cute Cas.” Dean responded, moving down and taking those lips in his own again. Now he had satisfied his curiosity, he got back to the matter at hand.
With things becoming more dangerous out there, Dean found himself on more and more hunts. Leaving Cas alone in the bunker more frequently. Although Cas insisted he could come with him, Dean still refused.
Every time Dean came back home, he found himself faced with even more bees that Cas had made when he was away. Large ones, tiny ones, medium sized ones. All taking pride of place on the bedside table. Staring at them as they were reacquainting themselves after being away from each other for a short period of time.
It was after the 10th bee he decided he had to say something. When Dean had arrived back, Cas pulled him straight into their bedroom. Pushing him up against the wall and pressing delicate kisses against his neck and shoulders, petting softly down his sides and hips. As he opened his eyes and looked over he noticed the latest addition to the bee family, one that was so large it took up a portion of the bed and was the size of a pillow.
“Cas…Cas.” Dean said gently, pushing his husband away so they could look into each others eyes. “What is going on with the bees?” It wasn’t tactful but he thought he should approach it head on.
“What do you mean?” Cas asked, that confused little lilt in his voice that made Deans heart melt. His husband was truly the most adorable man in the world.
“Well erm…you only seem to make them when I’m away on hunts. I just wondered why I guess?” His husband looked away for a moment; staring over at his little bee family. It was as if he was trying to work out why himself. After nearly 5 minutes he looked back at Dean.
“It’s the only way I can cope when you’re gone.” His eyes were watery from the admission, a stray tear rolled down his cheek, wiped away by Deans calloused thumb as his hand held Cas’s cheek with all the tenderness in the world. He pushed forward and pressed their foreheads together. Cas shut his eyes, breathing in Deans scent for a moment as he composed himself. “I’m so scared when you are away Dean. All I can think about is a call saying you’re hurt or…or worse, you’re…” He couldn’t say the words, stopping as a little hiccup escaped his lips, head dropping to his husbands shoulder. Dean rubbed his husband back, hoping it would sooth him.
“I know sweetheart. I’m fine though, Sammy is with me and I know you’ll be there quickly if anything goes wrong.”
“Why can’t I come with you on these hunts Dean?” He asked, looking back up with glassy eyes. “I’ll feel so much better knowing I was there to help if things went wrong.” Dean understood that, he did. But he had his own reasons for wanting to protect his angel. Sighing he pulled Cas into his chest, arms completely wrapped around his body as he pulled his head into his chest. Swallowing, gaining the courage before speaking.
“Because I’m terrified of losing you Cas. If I get hurt, at least I know you’re around if I need saving. You can get there quickly and heal me. But if somebody has an angel blade, if they get one good shot at you then…that’s it.” He managed to unwrap his hand from his husband, laying it on his chin as he pulled his head back. Tenderly tilting his head up so their eyes were locked again. “And I can’t lose you sweetheart. Not after it took me so long to get you back.” He leant down and nuzzled their noses together before he pressed his forehead against Cas’s again.
“I don’t want you to hunt anymore Dean.” There was so much pain in those words, tears were forming in the back of Deans eyes now. Seeing his husband so vulnerable and scared about his hunting.
“That was my last hunt angel. I promise. I spoke to Sam on the way back and told him I couldn’t do it anymore. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you in safety, not putting myself in danger on hunts.” The relief that flooded Cas’s eyes made Dean smile.
“Thank you Dean.” They pushed together again, lips meeting in a chaste kiss once more.
“No worries angel.” Dean looked around the room at all the crocheted toys. “What are we going to do about all the bees?”
“We’re keeping them Dean. They’re our little bee family. I can’t get rid of them.” Cas said with all the seriousness in the world, causing his husband to laugh hard. Almost doubling over as he did so, loving how adorable and dorky he was at this moment. Cas couldn’t help but smile also.
“Okay, I guess we can have our bee family watch over us then.” Dean said, kissing his husband once more.
Maybe one day, in the distant future, they could pass that little bee family onto their own children.
He could only dream.
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