#((THE HAIR FIXING THING KILLED ME TBH))

[stellar-haikyuu]

it's on me ☆ nishinoya yuu x reader

synopsis: when you go to your favorite café for your usual morning fix, you don't expect to see a new face at the counter. details: café employee (ish) x customer | fluff | first meeting | strangers to friends/lovers | ~1.1k words | gn! reader | timeskip! nishinoya a/n: dialogue heavy + i am not a barista pls don't kill me for inaccurate drink making! not my best work tbh, but i gotta write myself out of this block! also this was meant to be my last ebg entry (the phantasma peeps know what's up)

“Hi, good-” You stop mid-sentence when you look up from your wallet. “Morning…”

The usual barista isn’t behind the counter today. Instead, there’s a new face: a boy with dark spiky hair and a blonde tuft. You notice slight tan lines on his arms.

“Good morning!” He greets, practically vibrating with energy. “What would you like to order?”

“My usual,” you respond automatically.

There’s a pause as he blinks at you, his hand hovering over the cash register. “Um…sorry, it’s my first day.”

“Right, my bad,” you chuckle at your mistake. “Mm, I get the hojicha latte almost every day. Hot, medium size.”

He nods, punching the order in. “Hojicha. Medium.”

The barista takes some time, glancing between the screen and what you assume is a cheat sheet tucked off to the side.

As he squints at the codes, you take a moment to glance at his nametag.

“So, uh, Nishinoya-san?”

“Yes?” His head snaps up immediately, tasks momentarily abandoned.

You smile at his infectious enthusiasm. “Sooo, you said it’s your first day here, right?”

“Mhm!” His eyes light up, prompting you to ask more questions.

“Happy first day!” You congratulate him with a small laugh. “I was just surprised Watanabe-san hasn’t told me about you yet. She always tells me about new trainees or hires.”

“Oh, is that so?” He scratches the back of his neck. “Well, the funny thing is…I’m not actually from here.”

His answer catches you off guard. “What do you mean? Like, you’re from another part of town?”

“No. I’m from Miyagi.”

Your eyes widen. “Miyagi? That’s pretty far. You moved here?”

“Not exactly,” he admits with a chuckle. “I’m traveling, actually.”

You’re slightly confused by his answer. “Wh- traveling? Like, now?”

“Yeah, I’m traveling all over Japan,” he clarifies, beaming proudly like it's a grand achievement.

“I see.” You nod slowly. “But, if you’re traveling, why are you working here?”

His grin falters for a second. “Well uh, someone stole my wallet yesterday.”

After taking a moment to process this, your jaw drops. “Wait, wait, wait. Stolen?”

“Yeah,” he repeats casually, like it’s not that big a deal.

“But, where are you even staying? Do you have enough to eat or something?”

Nishinoya frantically waves his hands in response. “It’s fine! I promise!”

“Are you sure?” you press, eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t think I’d be as calm as you are.”

“Don’t worry, the hostel I’m staying at already knows. I paid in advance too,” he reassures you. “And, that’s why I’m here now. I asked to work for free in exchange for food. Just until I could figure things out.”

You have no words—what a situation to be in. “That’s one way to handle it.”

He grins. “Right? Pretty clever, huh?”

“I guess so,” you chuckle.

“I’m on dish duty, but the others haven’t come in yet.” He glances to the back as he explains. “But, Watanabe-san told me a special customer comes here early, so I'd have to be in charge for a bit. I guess that’s you?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah. Seven in the morning. I usually come here before work.”

After your response, both of you grow quiet, unsure of what to ask next. Nishinoya is briefly reminded of his tasks, continuing to punch in all the relevant details.

“You’re not gonna ask me for my name?” You tease lightly.

“What?”

“They usually ask and write it on the cup,” you point to the item in his hand.

“Huh? Oh, right. Sorry.”

“I’m just messing with you,” you snicker. “But yeah, let me spell it out for you.”

He gives you his undivided attention as you tell him each letter. When he attempts to read your name, he even gets it right on the first try. 

As you pay and wait for the receipt, a part of you thinks that Nishinoya would probably be a great barista, especially this early in the day.

“Why do you always get these drinks in the morning?” Nishinoya asks as he starts to prepare your drink. “Watanabe-san told me it was super important to get your order right.”

“Ah, it’s just like her.” You think fondly of the café manager, who has come to treat you like her child. “Well, I just like having something good to start the day.”

“Is work stressful?” He peers through a couple of cabinets before pausing and looking at you over his shoulder. “Uh, if you’re okay with answering that.”

“I don’t mind,” you smile as he takes out some more measuring cups. “I love my job, actually. I work at the local museum.”

“Wait, really?” He glances up at you, momentarily frozen. “That big famous one?”

“Yes. Nagoya City Science Museum.”

“That’s so cool! I saw some pictures online and it looks amazing!”

“It is! I work in the life sciences building as an engagement officer. I design lots of fun events and workshops. Both for adults and kids.”

“That’s awesome,” he says, starting to mix some powder and hot milk together. “Adults, too?”

“Yeah. Everyone deserves a fun museum experience, right? I mean, sometimes exhibits can be boring, even when there are fascinating things to learn.”

“That makes sense.” Nishinoya continues stirring, staring intensely at the mixture. “I didn’t really pay attention during our field trips to museums. Nothing caught my eye, so it was hard to answer the field trip homework. Ended up having to copy from someone.”

He pauses for a moment before a very panicked expression appears on his face. “No offense!”

You nearly double over in laughter. “None taken! It’s precisely why I do my job.” 

Sighing, you think back to your childhood days. “Growing up, I was always told to hurry up during museum trips. It also took me a while to realize that my friends or classmates didn’t want to nerd out about the exhibits.”

“We were opposites then.” He grins, amused. “But, I’m happy there are people like you. You seem to know what you’re doing.”

Nishinoya finally sets your steaming cup on the counter. “Man, I’ll see if I have enough saved up to check it out soon. I’ll definitely come back.”

As you take the cup, an idea forms in your head.

“Actually, why don’t you come by the museum this weekend?” you suggest.

“Huh? To the museum?”

“Yeah. I can give you a personal tour.”

His eyes immediately light up, brighter than you’ve seen all morning. “Seriously? You’d do that for me?”

“Of course,” you reply with a grin. “Think of it as a proper Nagoya experience, considering everything that happened.”

Nishinoya beams, leaning on the counter. “That’s so cool. It’s a deal, then!”

“Great, I’ll be-”

“Wait!” he interjects. “Is there any sort of admission fee? I can pay you back soon. How much-”

You wave your hand with a small laugh. “No worries. It’s on me.”

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[ha-rinrin]

Breaking Point (happy ending)

Its here guys, please don't jump off a cliff

kinda trash tbh

the happy ending of this fic

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It had been one of those missions—dangerous, but manageable. At least, that’s what you thought. But with Jinx, nothing ever stayed simple. The plan had been clear: in and out, no unnecessary risks. But the moment things got tense, she went off-script. Explosions roared around you, her signature chaos leaving wreckage in its wake, and for a few terrifying moments, you thought you’d lost her.

When the dust settled, you found her grinning like a maniac, reveling in the destruction she’d caused. She was bruised and bloodied, but alive. The relief you felt was swallowed quickly by frustration, the reality of what had just happened hitting you hard.

Now, after healing her, you are back at the hideout, the silence between you had stretched thin. The fear, the anger—it was all bubbling to the surface, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

"You could’ve died, Jinx!" The words exploded from your mouth as you slammed the door behind you, your voice echoing through the small, dimly lit room. “Do you even care?!”

Jinx barely flinched, sitting hunched over her workbench, fiddling with one of her explosives like nothing had happened. The casualness of it—her indifference—made your blood boil. "It's not like I haven't done this a thousand times before," she muttered, her voice flat.

Your hands clenched into fists, heart hammering in your chest. "That's the problem!" You paced the room, feeling the anger bubbling inside, threatening to spill over. "You keep acting like you're invincible, like none of this can touch you. But it can! One wrong move and—"

"And what?" She cut you off, standing abruptly and spinning to face you, her eyes flashing with anger. "I'll die? Yeah, no shit! You think I don’t know how dangerous it is?!" Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she slammed her hand down on the table, knocking over a few tools. "This is who I am, and if you can’t handle that, maybe you shouldn’t be here."

The words hit like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of you. You froze, staring at her as the silence between you grew thick and dangerous. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Jinx’s face twisted, her lips pulling into a snarl. "It means you don’t get to control me! You always think you know what's best for me—telling me how I should live, what I should feel. Like I’m some fucking project you're trying to fix."

Your breath caught in your throat. The hurt in her voice was real, but so was your anger. "That’s not what this is, Jinx, and you know it!" You took a step toward her, your voice trembling with frustration. "I’m not trying to fix you. I just—"

"You just what?" she spat, her voice rising. "Love me? Protect me? What do you want from me?!" She shoved a hand through her blue hair, the vibrant strands catching the light as she paced in front of you, breathing hard. "You think saying 'I love you' fixes everything? That it magically makes me less fucked up?"

Her words were sharp, cutting through the air, and something in you snapped. "No, but maybe it makes me care enough to not watch you throw yourself away!" Your voice cracked, the raw emotion bleeding through. "You keep risking your life like it means nothing, and it kills me, Jinx. Every time you walk out that door, I wonder if I’ll ever see you again. Do you even care how that feels?"

She scoffed, but the mask of indifference was slipping. "Don’t make this about you."

"It is about me!" You threw your hands in the air, voice shaking with emotion. "I’m the one who has to sit here and wonder if you’re coming back! I’m the one who has to watch you spiral out of control, and I’m supposed to just be okay with that?"

Jinx's eyes narrowed, her voice a low growl. "I’m not your responsibility. I never asked you to fix me or save me. If you can’t handle that, then maybe we’re done."

The words were a slap in the face, cold and brutal. "What?" you whispered, disbelief choking your voice. "You’d just walk away? After everything?"

Her expression hardened, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Maybe I’m tired of you always thinking you know what's best for me. I don’t need another person telling me how to live my life!"

"You’re acting like a child, Jinx!" The words flew out before you could stop them.

Her eyes blazed with fury, her hands shaking at her sides. "Fuck you," she hissed, taking a step closer, her face inches from yours. "You think you're better than everyone else? That you're the one who’s going to save me from myself?" She laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and sharp. "Maybe you’re just as stupid as the rest of them."

The words stung, cutting deeper than any physical blow. “You’re so caught up in your own head that you can’t even see how reckless you’re being!” you shouted, fists clenched at your sides, the frustration boiling over. “You’re going to end up alone, Jinx! Is that what you want? To push everyone away until you’re left with nothing but your chaos?”

She took a step closer, her breath coming in sharp, angry bursts. “And what if I do? What’s it to you? You’re not the one who has to live with this—”

You interrupted her, closing the gap between you, your heart racing as the distance vanished. “Maybe you’re right! Maybe I’m not living it, but I care enough to want to help you! I care enough to fight for you!”

Her eyes narrowed, and for a split second, you thought you saw a flicker of something softer beneath the rage. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by an intensity that mirrored your own. “I don’t need saving!” she shouted, her voice rising to a fever pitch. “You don’t get to decide that for me!”

“I’m tired of watching you spiral out of control!” you yelled back, your voice thick with frustration. “I’m trying to be here for you, but you keep pushing me away like I don’t matter!”

“You think your words can fix me?” she sneered, crossing her arms, body trembling with emotion. “You think I want your pity?”

“Pity? No!” You could feel the heat of the argument intensifying, each word a hammer against the fragile boundaries that had been set. “I want you to see that you’re not alone in this! But if you keep shutting me out—”

She cut you off, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Then what? You’ll save me? You’ll make everything better? You think you can save me from myself?”

She hesitated, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face. “You think I’m doing this for fun? You think I want to be alone?”

“Then stop pushing me away!” The words burst forth, the intensity of your emotions overwhelming. “I’m not going anywhere, Jinx. Not now, not ever!”

(happy ending)

In that moment, the tension between you reached a breaking point. You moved instinctively, grasping her face and capturing her lips with yours.

The kiss was fierce, a clash of frustration and longing, and for a moment, the world outside faded away. She stiffened at first, surprise flickering in her eyes, but then she responded, her hands weaving into your hair, pulling you closer.

You pressed her against the workbench, the heat of the argument transforming into a fiery connection. The chaos of your earlier words faded as passion ignited, filling the space between you.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, her eyes widened with shock and something softer. “What was that about?” she breathed, voice barely above a whisper.

You brushed your thumb along her cheek, your breath still ragged from the intensity of the moment. “Sometimes, you need someone to remind you when it’s time to shut up,” you murmured, your voice low and steady, filled with an urgency that made your heart race.

Jinx’s gaze flickered between anger and something softer, something almost vulnerable. “You think you can just—” she started, but the words fell away as you leaned in again, capturing her lips in another kiss.

This time, the kiss deepened, transforming the electric tension into an inferno of need. You held her close, every brush of her lips against yours igniting a wildfire of emotion that surged through you both. The chaos of your earlier fight faded into nothingness, replaced by an intoxicating warmth that wrapped around you like a blanket.

Jinx melted into you, her body pressing against the workbench, the cool surface contrasting with the heat radiating from your touch. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you even closer, as if she feared you would slip away if she didn’t hold on tight enough.

You pressed your forehead against hers, feeling the rapid beat of her heart matching your own. “Jinx, I just want to be there for you. I can’t stand seeing you risk everything like it doesn’t matter.”

Her expression shifted, the playful spark dimming as a shadow of vulnerability crossed her features. “You don’t get it. I’m not doing this for fun. It’s just… it’s who I am. I don’t know how to be anything else.”

You cupped her face, your thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “You don’t have to change, but you do need to let me in. I can’t be a spectator in your life, watching you self-destruct.”

Jinx bit her lip, indecision flickering in her eyes. “What if I’m not ready for that? What if I screw it all up?”

“Then we’ll face it together,” you said firmly. “You don’t have to carry that weight alone. Let me help you, Jinx. Just… let me try.”

Her defenses seemed to waver, and for a moment, it felt like she might finally relent. “It’s not that simple…” she started, but you captured her lips again, cutting off her hesitation with another kiss.

This time, as your lips met hers, the heat of the kiss ignited a wildfire of passion, but Jinx’s annoyance simmered just beneath the surface. As you pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, her brow was furrowed, and her eyes sparkled with irritation.

“Okay, seriously?” she said, playfully rolling her eyes. “Can I get a word in edgewise, or do I have to start charging you for these interruptions?”

You blinked, momentarily taken aback by her teasing. “I—”

“Don’t even start,” she interrupted again, a smirk dancing on her lips. “I swear, if I had a nickel for every time you cut me off with a kiss, I could fund my next explosion.”

You chuckled, a smile breaking across your face. “What can I say? You’re just too irresistible when you're mad.”

Jinx shook her head, feigning exasperation. “Flattery will get you nowhere! I’m trying to express my complex feelings about risk and emotional vulnerability, and you’re over here trying to turn it into a make-out session.”

You raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “Can you really blame me? Your fiery rants are always captivating, and honestly, it’s hard to resist kissing you when you get like this.”

“Ugh, fine!” she laughed, tossing her hands up in mock defeat. “If you’re going to keep kissing me every time I try to be serious, maybe I should start working on my speech-giving skills. How do you feel about PowerPoints?”

“I’d love to see you give a presentation on ‘The Art of Destruction’,” you replied, leaning back against the workbench with an exaggerated sigh. “I’m sure it would be riveting.”

“Don’t mock my genius!” she shot back, but the spark in her eyes betrayed her amusement. “But seriously, can we focus on the real issue here? I’m a walking chaos machine, and you keep trying to fix me like I’m some sort of puzzle.”

You took a step closer, lowering your voice. “You’re not broken, Jinx. You’re incredible just as you are. But that doesn’t mean I can just sit back and watch you push everyone away. I want you to feel like you can lean on me.”

Her gaze softened, and for a brief moment, you caught a glimpse of the vulnerability she always tried to mask with bravado. “I don’t know how to do that,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Letting people in… it’s hard.”

“I get that,” you replied, brushing your fingers along her arm, hoping to convey your sincerity. “But you don’t have to figure it all out alone. I’ll be here, ready to catch you when you fall.”

She hesitated, searching your eyes for something—reassurance, maybe? “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely.” You nodded firmly. “I mean it, Jinx. I’m not going anywhere. So, how about we take it one step at a time? You let me in, and I promise to keep my kissing interruptions to a minimum during your emotional speeches.”

She smirked, her playful demeanor returning, and the tension in the room began to dissolve. “Deal, but don’t get too comfortable. I have a reputation to uphold.”

You laughed, relieved to see her spirit shining through once again. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Just remember, every time you push me away, I’m going to double down on the kisses.”

“Fine, but when I finally snap and blow something up out of frustration, you better be ready to duck,” she warned, though a smile played at her lips.

“Deal.” You leaned in, brushing your lips against her forehead tenderly. “Just promise me you’ll think about what we talked about. No more reckless decisions without considering the consequences—at least for today.”

Jinx rolled her eyes dramatically but couldn’t hide the warmth creeping into her smile. “Okay, I’ll try. But don’t expect miracles, alright? I’m still me.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m here,” you replied, a sense of hope blooming in your chest. “Now, how about we blow off some steam together? Just us, no explosions involved—at least, not for a little while.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she said, the mischief returning to her eyes. “But if I do blow something up, you’re taking the blame.”

“Fair enough,” you chuckled, feeling the heaviness lift from your shoulders. “Let’s go make some new memories.”

As you stepped out of the dimly lit hideout, hand in hand, the chaotic world outside felt a little less daunting. Together, you would navigate the uncertainty, laughter, and everything in between—one kiss at a time.

[starberry-cupcake]

I had time to read just one chapter but I wanted to make a recap anyway because the next chapter is like 360000 pages long (I may be exaggerating slightly) and I'm not sure if tomorrow I'll be able to update, so we're doing just gideon tonight (I have a feeling she'd love that wording)

previously, in harrowcita del 9:

this happened

CHAPTER 48

gideon tells harrow that she should have probably killed off mercygirl but she wasn't "thinking straight"

when has she, though

she decided to keep going further into the emperor's infested bolthole

she finds a lot of corpses of bees that have been killed already

and thinks harrowcita would have appreciated how bad and nasty everything looked

then follows the corpses and the scent of despair and murder and finds yandere twin at the end of it, standing like a pulp fiction killer

gonna illustrate with a susan denberg movie poster I find appropriate

yandere twin gets emotional and goes "harry, you're—"

to which gideon answers with "Alive, bitch"

gideon says that she "had long since ascended to the rank of double douchbag" which I consider another memorable instance of chad catching strays

and gideon has some Issues to Resolve with yandere twin

and by resolve, I mean fix them with Violence

she starts getting upset at all the things yandere twin did to harrow, which include "faked to your fucking face like she couldn't see a corpse that was obviously there"

I SAID I THOUGHT SHE WAS GASLIGHTING HARROW

gideon is very determined to fix all of this diplomatically

by beating the crap out of her

they start a banter that will be an incredibly entertaining thing to witness for the next pages

I can't make it justice in a recap tbh

I was just basically like

gideon will, in a very persistent way, throughout the conversation, tell yandere twin that harrow will never love her

yandere twin wants to give gideon funny nicknames, like who would do that, that's so disrespectful, I can't even fathom doing that at all

not to gideon, anyway

yandere twin says that mercygirl disappeared, augustine dropped out and gideon the first is trying to handle the stuff on his own, kinda?

she's surprised by the fact that mercygirl tried to kill harrow

"why did you ascend to be a lyctor?" "ultimate power—and posters of my face" "Fair"

they find augustine being useless in a hallway and, when he sees gideon's eyes, he panics and bolts out of there

these lyctors are all a joke istg each and every one of them

except for, I think it was cassiopeia, who had the ceramics collection, she's fine

well no, I don't condone planet murder for ceramics, but she gets a bit more points than the rest for them

there's a lot of talk about buttholes between gideon and yandere twin and I'm not above that, since I've been making bolthole jokes this whole time

gideon is living for the nudes in yandere twin's room

nobody is surprised about that

but there's no time to think about the nudes or buttholes anymore when yandere twin pulls out a harrow letter for gideon

gideon is going through it even before opening it, as are we

she finds her glasses and a note that says

"one flesh, one end"

"Fuck one flesh, one end, harrow" "Because all I ever wanted you to do was eat me. Which is, coincidentally, what your mother said to me last night"

always so poetic, ortus can't even get close to this level

gideon keeps telling yandere twin that she has no chance with harrow

"I hated those eyes in her face; I kept expecting to smell hair gel."

chad catching strays at every turn, I live

gideon explains about harrow being in love with ice cube barbie

"I know the signs of Nonagesimitis"

and yandere twin goes "All that fuss about the Saint of Duty. What a little hypocrite"

which I guess is because of the whole gideon the first and not!dulcinea thing? but that's like totally different form whatever this is???

there are layers to the corpse and lyctor relationships, you guys

it's a very wide spectrum

gideon says that her connection to harrow has to do with her being her cav which...ok, gideon

"Nonagesimus, you hating me always meant more than anyone else in this hot and stupid universe loving me. At least I'd had your full attention"

gideon rn:

yandere twin isn't deterred by all of this information and thinks harrow and her have an eternity to bond because they're lyctors

as if they weren't doomed right now but ok girl, go for your dreams, I guess

gideon threatens yandere twin not to be nasty with harrow and to get away from her with her nasty necro ways

yandere twin goes "What can I say, I love a little gall on gall"

which absolutely wins gideon over for a sec

"Reverse everything I just told you. Let's get married"

I knew the horny puns would help them bond

it's the little things sometimes that bring us all together

yandere twin says chad used to say she would "go to hell and get fucked" and you know what, fuck that guy

this is why he's still catching strays on a regular basis 9 months later

yandere twin wants to take gideon to see dr reverend emperor john

gideon goes "No, thanks. I'm good"

that's what I would have said, I approve

but she has no choice, because harrowcita is still gone and whatever's going on is ??????

so, out she goes to follow yandere twin to see this asshat

who maybe will, at the very least, give us a little more info on gideon's demigod status

fingers crossed

hope he dies

And that's it for this update!!! It's a short one but we're moving forward!!!

[razziematazz]

my stobotnik omegaverse thoughts

ask and you shall receive, as i am nothing if not responsive to the people. and apparently, this is what the people want! nsfw warning but only if ur chronically online tbh

so, starting off with some context: it’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 time. be warned pt 2. bc that’s actually what my friend and i were discussing LMAOOO. the whole conversation was kickstarted by them sending me a drawing of stone flushed due to a fever in which everyone in the replies were saying “damn he’s in heat”, right? but the artist was like “GUYS HES NOT IN HEAT HES SICK”

and my response was “hes sick because he isn’t being knotted actually. Soon that will be fixed.”

but then i was like… Wait. bc to me, they’re both alphas … bc….

yes, stone follows robotniks every command, and he is ECSTATIC doing it! we all agree on this!!!

but but BUT…. if you’ve seen my other posts, you’ll know that i am an AVID supporter of the idea that stone was a top of the line, best of the best field agent before working for robotnik. i believe he has killed before robotnik, but SINCE working for robotnik?

he never took any sort of pleasure when he had to kill before. it was just a necessary evil. but now that he’s got something to protect? someone of his own?? he has killed for robotnik without a second thought and would kill for him again in a heartbeat. and he has lowkey enjoyed it, knowing he’s the one saving the doctor

he’s like those pictures of wolves with watermelons on their heads and etc . of tigers laying in cardboard boxes

he follows robotniks orders and follows them well because he WANTS to fiercely protect robotnik, fulfill all of his needs, and ensure his happiness at all costs, no matter if it’s shooting someone point blank or dealing with robotniks hand dragging him around by the inside of his mouth

(he likes that last one, actually.)

robotnik is just an alpha. idc. he’s literally the stereotype: taller, important, impressive facial hair, a loud and extremely confident asshole

i just feel it in my bones sorry for very little elaboration, besides how he also loves pushing people around

(in contexts other than this, however, i’ll also accept him being a beta tho. solely bc i think him proving that he’s a valuable genius despite not being anything biologically special is a good idea too)

and then i remembered this wonderful thing called bitching! and this wonderful thought that hey actually…. stone went So Hard caring for robotnik, he started becoming lowkey like a feral omega. but obviously, that can’t be EVERYTHING.

it, alongside the fact that he’s been (shamefully) wondering about robotniks knot since like less than a year into working for him, is REALLYYY getting to stone.

and finally, after some plot- perhaps around the time robotnik is recovering in the crab, where stones caretaking instincts are going haywire?- stone gets a taste of that knot !!!!

and then another. and then another. and then about a decades worth more. and what do you know? he and robotnik spedrun bitching at 100%, emotionally and physically

also, i just want you to know that during this revelation, my friend was researching if you can get sick from being too horny irl. (sex improves immune system functions is the answer)

and then this friend, word for word, spat out this wonderful idea: “bitch Stone with a 24/7 piston fuck machine w/ orgasm denial/chastity cage WHAT WHO SAID THAT”

AND HELL YEAH BROTHER

And honestly?? i’d like to add on…….

stone found the blueprints for it when he was trying to save as much as possible from robotniks lab, between the first and second movies. maybe it was even somewhere hidden among the manifesto, deep in some code stone would’ve normally missed. (if he built it at home to use whenever he was especially missing the doctor, that’s between him, the beginning of the bitching, and god)

anyways. if anyone wants to write smthn based on this. FEEL FREEEEEEEEEE just tag me pls!!!!!!

[msfantasy]

The Love-Sick Monster Slayer

Werewolf x Reader

Summary: A fierce Monster slayer unknowingly falls for a monster she has sworn to kill. The truth is revealed and she now has to decide to follow her heart or her oath.

Tropes: Forbidden Love + Hidden Identities

A/n: a pretty lazy ending TBH but whatever

When you first saw Vaelrik, you were enamoured.

You weren’t sure about love-at-first-sight, but you certainly couldn’t take your eyes off him.

Standing shirtless amongst the crowded make-shift market, he clutched a brown paper bag filled with groceries tight to his chest. His dark tousled hair, sun-kissed skin, homemade necklace, gave him a free-spirited look. He continues to munch absent minded into the apple that’s clutched in his large scarred hand. He turns to return your gaze, looking down upon your form with those dazzling green-eyes, a hint of wonder at your blatant stare, more so bemused with your obvious entrancement.

For such a large and imposing man, he sure did have his boyish charm.

That first encounter only lead to many more impromptu meetings.

“We really have to stop meeting like this!” He would say with a large grin slapped across his face. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he seeks you out. But never paying too much mind to the oddity of your accidental frequent meetings, you were always more than happy to be brought back to him one way or another.

Continued shared moments lead you to form a special bond. The type of relationship that blooms from time spent together.

Your friendship began to develop into a song and dance of ‘will they, won’t they?’ When Vaelrick would flirt relentlessly, enjoying how you would seemingly fall apart so obviously at every word he spoke. Yet despite your flustered nature, you did nothing but drink up his word-play, enjoying the sanctity of his compliments. Despite your obvious affections for him, you remain in denial about your romantic feelings.

“Oh you’re so in love with me!”

“N-no I’m not!”

Oh -yes you were and he thrived on it. Knowing that one day you’ll be his, if he’s patient enough.

And by all means, he was right.

One fateful night, you both stared up at the waxing gibbous moon, the stars were out in all its glory shinning down upon the two of you after a heated passionate moment shared together, where you held eachother and he moaned your name as you both forever crossed the line of your friendship. Now becoming unofficial lovers.

The winds would breeze across your forms, making you want to cuddle up closer, and you do, holding Vaelrick impossibly close, his fingers grazing your arm.

“I want to stay but I have work tomorrow… busiest night in the month.” You would say.

“Me too… I have a family thing… but I’ll see you real soon love.” He would say. “… Want to go again?” He’d ask, eliciting a giggle from you as he yanks you into a new position, all whilst you nod eagerly.

Why couldn’t you go back to that time?

You continue to stare at the werewolf half-transformed before you. The full moon edging into the sky to begin transforming all creatures bound by a curse to its presence; which just so happens to include Vaelrick.

He stares back at you with wide broken eyes to see the woman he loves wielding the slayers reaper blade. Undoubtably, meant for his neck.

Your broken mind reeling helplessly at the sight. Never once had you anticipated your presence to bring such a defeated look to Vaelricks face.

“I-I-it’s okay!” You would say, more so for yourself than him. “I’ll just take you to a witch and-“

“Y/n-“

“And w-we will just show her where you were bitten.”

“Y/n-“

“How could I not have noticed a bite mark on you!” You say slapping your forehead. “That was stupid of me! I could’ve helped you sooner. A witch can fix this.”

“Y/n!” Vaelrick angry yell snaps you from your panicked ramblings.

“A witch can’t fix this.” He says with a defeated tone that doesn’t match your Valerick. “I’m a hybrid.”

“No.” You mumble in absolute shock.

“I’m born this way love.”

“No!” Your drawn out denial and the slamming news about your lover has your knees slowly giving out below you.

Clutching tighter at your reapers blade.

The action causes Vaelrick to flinch, helplessly watching you fall apart mere steps away. Caught between his want to comfort you, and his instincts screaming at him to run.

“I’m a hybrid love.” He mutters helplessly, forcing you to hear the poisonous words again. “I was blessed at birth, not cursed at a bite.” He turns his back to you, slowly crawling to the floor until he takes off at high speed, leaving you alone to pick up the pieces.

You only took your eyes off for just a moment.

One minute you’re looking at a flower stall, the next you were swallowing the panicked breaths bubbling to the surface when you realised your son is no longer by your side.

Your head whips side to side, your eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar mop of hair. You were mere seconds from screaming your son‘s name over the crowd, the rising panic from your chest squashing all semblance of any social anxiety.

But it was right then, you catch a glimpse of your adorable son talking with a large man crouching before him.

“Lost your mum have you?” The familiar deep voice punches you in the gut. Just your luck to run into your past lover in the same place you first met him. You watch your son nod wordlessly, his wobbly chin betraying the brave face he’s trying to hold. “What’s your name?”

“Fenwik, Mh 2.” Your son answers, holding four fingers up.

“Fenrik? Sounds like my name! I’m Vaelrick!” He says enthusiastically, making your son muster a small smile. “Come on, let’s go find you mum!” He says enthusiastically, making your heart twist painfully.

Just as the man stood, grabbing a hold on your son’s small hand, your eyes lock onto Vaelrik. His bright and lighthearted smile gets drained from his face.

“MUMMY!” Fenrik screams, pulling away from Vaelrik and launching himself into you, throwing his arms around you, clutching you tightly.

You can feel his tiny heart fluttering against your leg. You pull your son up in your arms and hold him close to your chest, patting his back soothing away his nerves just as much as it soothed your own. “Let’s go home baby boy.” You whisper, turning your back on the man you loved.

It was surprisingly just as painful as when he ran away from you all those years ago.

“H-hang on a minute.” Vaelrik says, grabbing your upper arm. “Is this your mum Fenrik?” Vaelrik asks with a hint of desperation.

“My mummy.” Fenrik nods agreeably.

“Who’s your dad?” Vaelrik asks, his wide eyes looking broken like all those years past.

“Dad?” Fenriks small head tilts to the side.

Vaelrik looks towards the floor in painful horror, unsure what to do, or what to say, not understanding and being overloaded with too much information all at the same time. Does this mean?

“Fenrik,” You say, tucking a lock of hair behind his small ear. “This is your daddy.” Vaelrik head snaps up at you. It’s only now that Vaelrik is standing so close to you, that he’s now realised how tired you look, a miserable smile pressed to your lips.

“My daddy?” Fenrik asks, seemingly unsure on what the word even means, but all the same he just nods and accepts this. His little legs kick beneath you. His silent way of telling you to put in down.

You gently lower him to the floor and watch him bolt towards the candy stall, surely grabbing free samples from the old lady running the booth.

“That’s-“

“Our son.” You say dryly, struggling to look at Vaelrik who, despite your initial meeting- looks great. His skin remains tanned with a youthful glow, his shiny green eyes looking bright and fresh. Where yours feel bloodshot from exhaustion.

“Ours would imply I was there to begin with.” He says, looking at you from the side. “How could you not tell me?”

“How could I?” You retort back with a daring venomous tone. “You took off like a lightening bolt.”

“As if you couldn’t use those slayers skills of yours to find me.” He reply’s back drying but you only shrug your shoulders.

“Why would I look for someone I love who’d think I’d slay them?” You say back with that steady facade you use to have. “It’s just a job for fucks sake - I would have never chosen my job over-“

Before you could speak another word, Vaelrick grabs your cheeks harshly and pulls you into the most desperate kiss you’ve ever had.

He pulls away as you look up at him breathless.

“I’m sorry… I was stupid… can we go home?”

[luffyvace]

Tanjiro x male reader<3

Tanjiro x male reader won second place in the poll!! :) enjoy tanjiro stans<3

Starting back at the final selection let’s say that’s when you met

just to clear things up

and you two started dating some time after that

of course eventually making it official

tanjiro was quite flustered when he realized his sexuality might be different from tradition

but he wasn’t afraid to be bi/gay/pan or anything

he just thought- ..! Actually he never really thought of that type of thing..

I mean he was kinda too young

but now that your together!

he has time to figure it all out :)

tanjiro is such a sweet lover!

and helpful!

and caring!

(Really he’s a ball of love)

if you feel tired he carries you

(Even if your both beat up after a mission)

if you need water he’ll spare you some of his or go fetch some

And he’s always down to spar at any type of day!

I will say he’s not thinking about you in that way when you take your shirt off

but when you do he definitely admires you!

you might have abs seeing as though the demon slayer corps has………...harsh (brutal) training 😅

if you do then he sees it as a result of your hard work!

same with scars!

especially with scars<3

he can 100% relate and you two share stories about each one

if you have any—you probably trauma bond

you guys just end up talking all night long about your past, everything that happened, your pain, whether you want revenge or not and so on!

It strengthens your trust and relationship with each other

btw if anyone asks why your together as two males or how you know you actually like men..

tanjiro will humbly and politely educate (lecture) them on how important you are to each other, how you met, why/when you started dating and even if they don’t like it, it’s simple to walk away instead of disrespecting your relationship!

I hope y’all don’t run into uzui..

(y’all do)

that man has THREE wives why wouldn’t he question when he sees you two?? 😬🧍‍♀️

tanjiro had to hit em with the quick fix cuz when I tell you he did not let that slide 😂

especially with how slick uzui mouth be gettin..😒

Tanjiro also has learned to adjust to scavenging for food (he grew crops with his mom)

as well as inosuke (he grew up in the wild) and zenitsu (he used to have crops with his sensei)

so if you can too, great!

if not the 3 of them work together to make the 4 of you meals

and after they learn how to stop burning them

theyre pretty tasty too!!

don’t expect inosuke to share.

do expect inosuke to take

-note to self, m/n.

zenitsu doesn’t see the attraction to males instead of females

he won’t judge but will ask you two if your sure your into males

and after tanjiro gives him that lecture about being respectful-

he doesn’t question it again

LOL

inosuke straight up don’t care

he doesn’t really view relationships in a romantic way

its more so between “they’re beneath me” , “they’re above me, I must beat them”

so no worries about him judging either 😋

if nezuko doesn’t like you

it’s not to say tanjiro won’t date you because of it

but I’ll honestly say it plays a factor

If sweet nezuko doesn’t like you it prob means something..🤨

she has good instincts so tanjiro might start to assume you have ill intent or smth 😬

he’ll try to get her to like you and if she warms up to you he assumes it might’ve been personal 😂🤷‍♀️

but if she doesn’t..

he finds you like 30% less attractive🧍‍♀️

if she does like you from jump, she starts to protect you as well

and loves to spend time with you when she’s outside her box

tanjiro adores this and you three cuddle or play in each other’s hair whenever you have the time

It also makes him happy if you accept nezuko as a demon quickly

after missions tanjiro finds you, nezuko, zenitsu and inosuke

then cries

like your all just a crying mess tbh

i mean unless your like emotionally unavailable..

BC I DON’T SEE HOW YOU COULD NOT CRY AS A MINOR WHO HAS TO KILL LITERAL HORRIFYING BEASTS FOR A LIVING?!?!?!?

Tanjiro will help you achieve your goals as you likely help him achieve his

even more so after that night you had where you opened up to each other about your past

(again, only if you have truama)

tanjiro is really grateful for you

before all he had was nezuko

and aside from zenitsu and inosuke

now he has you!! 💗

tanjiro’s love languages are acts of service, quality time, words of affirmation and (shy) physical touch

actually maybe some gift giving when he can too!!

so all?!

such a green flag 💖

for acts of service as I said he’ll genuinely do any sane thing you ask of him

he cares about you that much

he won’t bother to complain about being tired either

he automatically assumes your either doing worse or he’s fine

as for quality time he gets really relieved when he gets sent on missions with you

at least he can be there to see and protect you

(or maybe vice versa 😂)

he’d beat himself up about not being able to protect you more if you get serious injures

tends to your wounds everyday then trains vigorously

to get stronger and protect you as you fight along side him when he fights muzan

if your gonna fight along side him in that battle? He’s gonna need to be strong enough to protect you.

he doesn’t want to loose you.

especially not to that man.

he lost everything to him.

he won’t let it happen again.

💗💕💖🍡♥︎

for quality time outside of missions ✌︎('ω')✌︎

tanjiro likes to train, cuddle, go on walks, go shopping, chit chat :)

All that good stuff <3

with words of affirmation he really just praises you all the time

”you did your best today in training! I could tell! :D”

“You look great today m/n!! I’m glad your wearing the (favorite men’s jewelry piece) I got you!”

”I can definitely tell your getting stronger, m/n!!!”

c:

it can also be

“get a good nights sleep, m/n! I love you!”

”be careful on your mission okay? I love you, m/n!”

“thank goodness we surviveeeeed!!! I love you m/n!! I love you so much!!”

now lastly for (shy) physical touch

he is nervous to touch you

he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, yes that’s the last thing he wants

he doesn’t know how to execute it so he ends up either asking or making it very obvious of what he’s trying to do

that way you can shut him down early on just in case

and you won’t feel pressured to let him if you dislike affection

which mind you he does asks if your okay with it first

so that’s likely not the case

if you did mention your distaste for physical affection, however, it’s duly noted in his mind and will keep it to a minimum

your gonna have to discuss boundaries or else he’s gonna act like you have the plague trying not to upset you 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Tanjiro doesn’t dislike pda or anything

he’s just a bit embarrassed about it

maybe if it’s more subtle like resting your head on his shoulder, then yeah that’s okay!

hugging too!!

but direct kissing or hand holding?

his face is a cherry and he’s apologizing to the passerbyers for disturbing them

even if they don’t mind

he’s self aware when it comes to not disturbing others

tanjiro can be a little flustered/shy about things but he’s certainly isn’t embarrassed about your relationship!

he’s quite proud, actually!

will happily tell/correct anyone that asks or misjudges♡♡♡

It’ll make me happy if you enjoyed this, so hopes to you did!

(apologies for the procrastination, and thank you for your patience lovelies!)

[littleplantfreak]

Mari… my god work has been killing me 😭 sometimes I’m so tempted to just set the place on fire…( I work in a pharmacy and tis the season for shots n stuff ) anyway it just got me thinking about how the WB boys would comfort you on a bad/stressful day and vis versa? Do you just collapse in his embrace when you come home close to tears? Are you the first one he thinks about when he needs a safe place to hide for a while from the world? Is it just me or has the work place become crazier? When you want a break but that break costs money ����

Emi darling I too wanna set work on fire (and that’s coming from a part time firefighter) Next time I get my covid/flu shot combo I’ll think of you 😭 I hope you get a break soon. As for craziness…yeah it’s definitely crazier i think but on my end my work is affected by election season as well.

Let’s see…

I think Sakura’s a listener first. Sure he’ll get the urge to fix whatever’s exhausted and/or distressed you, but what he can do right now is listen. Doesn’t matter the topic, he’s got this patient face on that only changes when he hears about how shitty your boss is or if your coworker shoves their work on you. Seeing him get upset on your behalf as you vent makes you feel better, having been able to get out all those feelings you’ve bottled up. He’ll take the lead after unless you have an idea of what you wanna do. Otherwise he’s dragging you on the couch to watch your favorite comfort show.

You would absolutely be his first thought when he’s on the reverse of this. Staring at your picture on his phone if he’s not with you and once he gets home he’s curled up next to you. Loves when you let him lay on your chest when he’s feeling bad, letting your hands card through his hair. He turns his phone off and everything. He does NOT want anyone interrupting that time with you.

Togame was the first one I thought of when I read this. He just exudes comfort to me but maybe I'm biased? He brings you to curl up with him in bed most of the time, though I think he'd be fantastic at massages! Tired, sore, just so tightly wound you could cry? Just let him straddle the backs of your thighs and his hands will physically pull your soul from your body, twist and wring it out, and put it right back in shiny and clean.

Even on a good day, I think he can't wait to get back to you. On a rough day? He's ready to start running home tbh. If he comes in to you cooking/reading/etc. He's behind you in an instant drawing you up in his arms. He will follow you around the house like that if you let him. Just a big koala soaking up the comfort you bring him. Asks if you'll go for a night walk with him after dinner if you both aren't too tired.

Umemiya...you know how he is. He can tell right away from your face and posture, even if you hadn't called him earlier asking if he could take care of some things for you. Of course he did it right away, lightening your load as much as he can, but he still brings you up on his lap on the couch to talk about it later when you see him. Asks if you two can plan a small day trip or vacation somewhere to de-stress because if so, he's all over it. If you really can't, he'll send lunches with you to work/school, little flowers and a motivational sticky note telling you how proud he is of you and home much he loves you.

You can also tell immediately when he's having a bad day. Clingy is an understatement. He can and will throw himself at you, no shame even if you're in public. Likes when you let him lay his head in your lap as he tells you about his day. He claims only 1000 kisses from you will be able to heal him from his struggles.

When you text Kiryu throughout the day he can tell you're stressed. By the time you get to his place, the lights are down, and your favorite scented candles are lit. He's down to do what you wanna do, whether it's watch a show, play a game, or just lay in the pillow and blanket nest he built earlier that's been stocked with your favorite snacks and drinks.

When he's stressed I think he really thinks of a shower first. Of course you're on his mind, but before anything else he just wants to physically wash the problems away. He really likes when you help him unwind by brushing his hair and taking his piercings out. Actually really likes if you'll take a bath with him. He's got an arsenal of bubble baths, body washes, scrubs, you name it. By the time you're both out, you smell heavenly and feel it too.

[bitchface24-7]

A small idea that popped into my brain 💡

This is totally random but I would love to read a Jason Todd fic a la John Wick style. Everything is still the same (relatively)

Jason is adopted by Bruce the same way (stealing the batmobile tires)

Jason becomes Robin

He’s great at it! He’s happy, kind, and a great relief to see for the citizens of Gotham

He and Dick eventually get around to having a lukewarm brotherly relationship

He still gets murdered by the Joker and somehow miraculously wakes up 6 months later in his grave (somehow. That’s up to you)

Here’s where it differs: More below ⬇️

The League of Assassin’s still picks him up and Talia trains him, eventually becoming like a mom to him

and he is a brother to Damian

Jason subsequently gets sent on missions, The Continental Hotels are run by the LoA

Due to his extensive training with both Bruce and Talia, Jason is quite a formidable enemy; even more so since the Pit fixed his years of malnutrition

He’s efficient. So efficient that he’s made quite the reputation.

Like in the first John Wick film (all the films tbh), the antagonist goes to his son,

“I don’t care about what you did, son. I care about who you did it to.”

“Who? That fuckin’ nobody?”

“That. Fuckin. Nobody. Is John Wick Jason al Ghul.”

The “Pit Madness�� is barely there, only flaring up when Jason is under extreme duress (such as rage or heavy fear)

Due to this reputation, Jason has no trouble overtaking the crime syndicates in Gotham. We saw how effective he was in UtRH (I did this in two hours. Wanna see what I can do in a whole evening?) imagine him now a la John Wick. Unstoppable.

He went back to Gotham both to kill the Joker but to make sure Damian was okay

Jason holds resentment towards the rest of his family (excluding Alfred) to him, his death was meaningless. Jokers still alive hurting people, there’s a new Robin.

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome. Jason is going to change that.

Jason doesn’t attack Tim. He’s just a kid, a teenager. His anger is more directed towards Bruce (“You’re not my son. I don’t need your teenage rebellion.” and the fact it seems he so easily replaced him.), Dick (why does Tim get to be Dick’s brother but not Jason? What’s so bad about him?) and even Barbara when she resented him for replacing Dick as Robin. Misdirecting her anger into a kid rather than Bruce.

Damian is proud to call Jason his brother and only addresses him with the al Ghul surname. Not Todd. Not Wayne. Not Todd-Wayne. al Ghul. Jason is an al Ghul down to his bone marrow, he gets affectionately called Ahki (brother)

This makes the rest of the fam stir crazy. Who is he? Is he Bruce’s kid? What’s his goal, his plan? Why’s he in Gotham now?

Dun Dun DUNNNNN There’s an identity reveal

Idk what else to add but I’d DIE to have a fic with this concept. I love Jason so much. Especially all the Jason and Damian meet in the League fics on AO3.

If anyone wants to write this, tag me!!! Please! My AO3 handle is queenie__v. Just give me credit for the premise and I’ll devour the fic you write like it’s ambrosia from the gods. Ps. Please give Jason the white patch in his hair, thanks ❤️

Xoxo love y’all!

[meowdy-all]

Fic idea! When jayce and viktor disolve into the cosmos they like...become the arcane. Two halves of a whole, yin and yang. And when they merge, they become the universe/arcane herself.

Cause Mage viktor is...a mage yk? And Viktor basically ascended to godhood. What's one more step? Boom, they ARE the fabric of the universe and magic.

So they dissolve into the universe and become AwareTM of every timeline, possibilities, the forming of stars and planets, and culture in an instant. They see the rise and fall of gods, countries and cities, everything in the span of an instant. They are here together, not better than they ever were, still the same, just with more power and awareness and love than they ever had.

And then they get dropped right into them being arrested after they make hextech. So now you have Jayce and Viktor who have the will of the arcane at their fingertips and the entire universe in their brains that have just been dropped into a grad student and an assistant and are actively being arrested. Cue minor meltdowns in their cell bec omfg we wove the fabric of the universe, WE made the magic this whole time? So they use the skills they have to help Zaun while also playing the council. Water filters air filters, they're going to actually help this time instead of letting their dream be corrupted, and it will actually work bec they have the very fabric of magic and the universe in their hands. When they figure out how to use it.

Jayce has to relearn all of his notes on magic bec Cosmic Jayce was crazy and some areas of magic have such insane rules that cant even be applied in his mortal body what was he thinking? And Viktors notes are no more help to himself or jayce either.

So they have to relearn their magic with mortal limitations, which is kinda difficult when you're used to making stars and black holes with a thought and a wave of your hand. There's a lot of nosebleeds and migranes.

While they relearn their magic (and their bodies *wink wonk*), they also take to tutoring Powder and Ekko after they adopt them (sue me, i love that trope)

Idk how that fits in here, but im a sucker for Jayce being ekkos older brother figure, and i think powder and jayce should be friends. and i think viktor would love ekko even though he chucked an anomaly at his face. Jinx and viktor are self-explanatory.

Its a fix it so everyone lives. The explosion still happened but vanders actually fine so are mylo and claggor (yk jayce and viktor control the magic, even across the distancehe could remive the magic from the stone, they know the explosion has to happen but it doesnt need to kill anyone else), vi didnt get arrested. But vi still hit powder and called her a jinx. Powder runs away, jayce and viktor are already on their way to zaun bec they Know. They run into powder (for some reason she trusts them) and they go get ekko and help him too.

A few months later, powder is in therapy (so is ekko tbh) , she still introuces herself to people as Jinx, but Jayce, Viktor, and Ekko call her powder. Jayce helps when Powder has her moments considering yeah hes been through the same thing, he cant really hwlp, but he can comfort (the whole reason i want then in the same place anyway i love them both)

Zaundads sees Jayce and Viktor standing to the side, vut a flash of blue hair catches their full attention. Right there, getting everones attention, is a girl with a single calf length blue braid. And before their brains can catch up, Powder starts her presentation!

Vander and Vi have been looking for powder since. Eventually, once the water filters and air filters get made, Silco and Vander make up; and silco joins them in searching. Jayce and viktor have made their own connections in zaun, and while some people are suspicious of help from a piltie at the start (esp silco and vander) the years of effort theyve put in to help has given them a reputation. Eventually, powder and ekko start a project to bring more light to zaun. They start by making prototypes for street lights.

Eventually they decide to do their big project reveal; and this time, Zaundads and Vi decide to go. No one knows what they're revealing, but they've never had a presentation this early. Hell, the last presentation was for their streetlights. What else could the possibly have?

When it's finished, powder leaps off her improvised stage and striaght into jayces arms where he spins her around. Then, he pulls her and ekko into hugs. They can faintly hear Jayces 'im so proud of you' over the loud murmurs of the crowd. They see viktor come over and eatch them all hug again.

When it's over, Zaundads and Vi are watching in shock. They've spent years looking for her, and she was this close? How many times had vi run past her, or just missed her?

This was really supposed to be a 'we need more jayce being a magical girl, how about i make him one half of the most powerful entity to ever exist'

[artemisthemooner]

Left Behind // Chapter 4: Plotting

Chapter 3

Ao3 Link

CW: Fae AU!Johnny MacTavish x GN!Reader, Fae!Gaz x OC (Name: Evie), cursing, horrible Scottish accent and slang written by an American who is really bad at writing accents (but continues to try), arguing, Fae being Fae, Definitely some plot holes

Summary: In the continuation of Chapter 3, Johnny and Gaz talk some more about what Johnny is supposed to do about the reader. Johnny has the idea to ask Evie about them and while Gaz is reluctant to do so for his own reasons, he does it. In doing so, they end up setting up a meeting with Evie and the reader. But first, they decide to regroup and come up with a plan to get the reader in Johnny's clutches.

Author's Note: Hey look at me I finally figured out how to do the naming link thingy! Cool! I figured it might be a good time to maybe post another chapter cause I've lowkey got writer's block and that sucks and I hate it but ehhhhhhhhh lol. While I'm at it I might make a masterlist once I figure out more on how to do that. As always, this is loosely inspired by Peachsofteal's Which Witch fanfic (highly recommend it tbh)

Word Count: 4036

Gaz squinted at him, his lips pursed into another deep frown. He blinked, sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, “What the hell are you blathering on about now, mate?”

Johnny loathed having to explain himself. He let loose a huff of warm air into the autumn air surrounding them, “If my…wee issue is dealt with before The Captain can find out, then ah’m in the clear.” He tucked his hands into his pockets, “There’ll be nae need to worry.”

“Uh-huh.” He began carefully, “And how do you suggest we go about doing that exactly?” He rested his weight on one arm, laying his other arm across his stomach.

“Tae be honest, Ah’m not sure yet.” He grumbled, deep in thought now that the question had been posed. He knew one thing for sure, “Whatever we do, The Captain cannae find out.”

“Obviously, yeah.” His friend affirmed, gesturing half-heartedly with his hand in the air.

Johnny jumped to his feet, pacing back and forth on the grass, a million thoughts running through his head. He had to get out of this, somehow, without anyone knowing. Amongst his kin, a secret was one of the more valuable things to know about someone. A secret as big as his was surely going to be very sought after. 

Gaz watched him with a very careful eye, regarding him with the same judgement one might regard a feral wild dog.

He figured that assessment was rather accurate. He looked to his cohort, regrettably pleading with him, “Any smart ideas?”

He frowned in thought, “For what exactly? Fixing your little issue or hiding it from The Captain? Cause you and I both know how difficult either of those will be.”

“How about both.” He ran his hands through the shaved sides of his hair. It was odd for him to feel so unsure of himself. He was usually the one with all the ideas. The whole thing of a human having any sort of power over him was messing with his head. He couldn’t think. All he could think about was his desperate need to find you, his little human. There were no big plans behind it. Just one stream of unconscious thoughts.

FindThemFindThemFindThemFindThem

Over and over again. He couldn’t spend another mortal year like…this. Frazzled and desperate beyond repair.

Ghost, at the very least, being ever observant, would notice how strangely he had been acting. He would figure it out. He would tell The Captain. No doubt about it. 

He had to find you soon. Like, within the next week, soon. He could go no longer being in the power of anyone else but him. He had to find you, even if it killed him in the end. 

Gaz spoke, “Keeping all of this shit from The Captain won’t be easy, you know. But it’ll certainly go along much smoother finding your mortal, even if we have to get Evie to help us.”

Johnny snapped his fingers, “That’s right! We have yer sweet pet to help us now. Ye said they were friends, didn’t ye?”

“I did…”

“Then why dinnae ye call ‘em up, we’ll charm ‘em into giving us an address and-”

“No. Not happening.” Gaz shot him down, vehemently shaking his head.

Why did Johnny feel like they’d had this conversation before?

Oh, that’s right.

They had.

“Why the hell not?” He shot back, snotty as ever, “Aren’t they our best shot? Shouldn’t we use them?”

“Well, yeah, but they’re annoying. If I call them up now, I’ll have to spend the entire day with them and it’ll be a whole thing that I just do not want to deal with.” He groaned when he thought about it, flopping back onto the ground.

Johnny almost went for his throat again. This was serious and the only confidante he had was thinking about how annoying his newest pet was, as if all humans weren’t. He threw up his hands, “Does it look like Ah care, mate? This is my life we’re talkin’ about!” He stomped all around, “So, get off yer arse and call them up already!” He demanded.

Gaz grumbled, but ultimately fished his phone from his pocket like a good friend would. Under Johnny’s watchful eye, he typed out a message in response to the bombardment of ones his pet had already left for him to read. Classic human right there.

Oftentimes, humans under Fae power, especially those who had undergone a glamour spell, would develop an unsustainable attachment to their Fae master. He had seen it happen plenty of times. He had been the cause of it plenty of times as well. 

Whether it happened because of the Fae’s own charm or because of an overuse of glamour, it was a typical side-effect, well-known to happen amongst the Fae. The only cure for it was to let the affected mortal go free, but even then, they would just seek out another Fae to become dependent on. It was a vicious cycle that only got worse and worse the longer it went on.

If it was happening to Gaz’s new pet like Johnny suspected it was, Gaz certainly wouldn’t be displeased to find out he had to let them go to find another Master. Now with how he seemed to dislike them after all.

Speaking of, Gaz huffed again, tossing his phone to the side, “Alright, they’ve agreed to meet us. They want to know if seven tomorrow will work and if it’s okay if they bring a friend with them.”

Johnny’s head snapped in his direction, “Wait, seriously? Ah expected that tae be a bit harder tae accomplish.” 

“So did I. Maybe it’s a trick.” He suggested.

The two of them immediately burst into boisterous laughter. How stupid of a suggestion to make, and they both knew it. Mortals could never purposefully trick them. It was always an accident on account of an unfocused Fae. It would never happen normally. No human could ever be smart enough for that. Not even the ones with the highest IQ were immune to the charm of the Fae. That was something Johnny had seen first-hand.

The two of them laughed for a good long while, scaring nearby passerbys and birds that had reclustered together in the treetops. 

When they stopped, Johnny nudged Gaz in the ribs, “That’s a funny joke, mate. Yer a real bampot.”

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” He chuckled a little more, sighing wistfully. After a moment of thought, he turned to face him, “So.”

Johnny tossed him a side-eye, “This again? So, what?”

“How exactly are you going to convince your mortal to go with you? Wouldn’t they know how much power they hold over you?”

He hadn’t thought of that. How was he going to accomplish this? He thought about it for a moment longer, then came to a final idea, “Easy. The memories of these more modern mortals aren’t as good as ours. They’re bound not to remember me one bit.”

“Okay? And then what?”

“Ah’ll present myself as a lowly human, jus’ like them, so that they’ll trust me. Then-”

“Won’t work.” Gaz interrupted before he could get the full thought out into the air.

Johnny shot him a look of annoyance, “Why not?”

“I got the feeling they knew I was a Fae. They weren’t like other humans who might not know any better. They might automatically assume any friend of mine will be like me. A Fae.” 

“Ah’m sure they wouldnae have that much of an issue with us.”

“Didn’t they run from you the first time you met?”

“That was different. They willnae run this time.” Johnny waved him off, albeit his eyebrows creasing together with worry. He would never admit it, but he did have the slightest hesitancy about them remembering him or not trusting him right off the bat.

Gaz rolled his eyes, “Well, it isn’t exactly conducive to having a fantastic opinion about us, now is it?”

He hated having to admit when Gaz had a good point. A very good point in fact. They had run from him. That was truly not a good sign. Not if he had ever seen one. You probably did not trust any of their kind. He groaned, “Alright, ye bawbag, ye’re right. There may or may not be a good chance they dinnae like the Fae.” He huffed under his breath, tossing his head back to stare up at the bright blue sky, “Fine. Do ye have any ideas ye’d like to share, since ye seem to enjoy poking plenty of holes in mine?”

“Why don’t we ask Evie for their number? Mortals are almost always on their devices nowadays, they can’t seem to live without them.” Gaz crossed his arms, “Besides, it allows for a sense of anonymity. Quite a perfect thing for two Fae setting a trap.” 

Johnny pondered over it for a moment. Then pondered it some more. He let it simmer, then nodded, “Alright, Ah guess ye aren’t really a bawbag. Do it.” He watched over his friend’s shoulder as he typed out a short message, again in response to a much longer series of messages from his very clingy pet. 

His message about a number had been answered and then some. 10 messages came in where there should’ve only been a need for 1, maybe 2, at the max. 

He honestly wondered how many interactions this mortal had had with the Fae and how much glamour had been used to cause this level of dependency. Then again, Johnny guessed that could’ve just been the human themself. Eitherway, he could feel the irritancy radiating off of Gaz in waves. 

His friend shoved his phone into his hand, “Here. Their number. Put it in and enjoy.” He gestured to the string of numbers he recognized as a mortal phone number, highlighted amongst the tens of messages left in the chat.

He carefully typed in each number, putting it in a new contact he had so lovingly labelled ‘Mortal’.

A new message appeared on Gaz’s phone, coming in from Evie. He nudged him in the shoulder, “Hey, yer pet texted ye.”

“What now?”

“Looks like it’s an address. Maybe they want ye to meet them somewhere. Break it off or what have ye.”

Gaz side-eyed him, a mimic of his own expression, “Nah. They’re definitely sending it for a different reason.” He grabbed the phone back and looked at the message. He was already typing out another one.

“Not like Ah have any clue. Not my pet after all.” He shot him a very purposefully judgemental look, making sure it was scathing.

Gaz rolled his eyes and checked whatever new message had just come in for him. He hummed, “They say it’s their friend’s address. Didn’t I tell you how sweet they were?”

“And if ah remember correctly, ye also just said they were annoying.” He mentioned in snarky return.

“I guess you don’t want to know where your mortal master lives then.”

He blinked, reaching for the phone insistently, not even caring how Gaz had referred to you, “Nae- Nae, ah do. Give it.” Gaz let him have it rather easily. He wasted no time in putting his newfound piece of important information. He honestly couldn’t believe they had gotten it without even asking. A miracle in and of itself. He grinned, his teeth gleaming in the sun, “Great courts Gaz, yer pet is just something, aren’t they? When ye first told me how ye got them, ah was sure ye were tugging on mah dick.” He couldn’t help how his boisterous laughter escaped with delight, “Glad tae ken ye were telling the truth.”

“Course I was. Not like we can exactly lie, now can we?” Gaz scoffed, snatching his phone back. He pocketed it before Johnny could see if any new messages had been sent.

He shrugged and used one of the handy mortal tracking map apps to locate his target. A flat building it looked like. Drab place it was. Just a large box with a roof, painted one singular colour, windows set into the walls every couple of feet. It was just like the building that housed his own flat, the one he used when he had to stay amongst mortals for longer than usual. He wondered if there was anything else your mortal flat had in common with his. He honestly hoped the similarities were down to a small minimum. He didn’t need to share too much in common with a mortal.

Zooming out on the digital map, he checked the area surrounding your building, following the roads and streets around you. Only to find that you lived very close to the very cafe they had just seen you. 

Not the place he had originally met you.

No.

He may not know the mortal world very well, but he knew that much. How exactly had you ended up there in the first place? Who or what had you been looking for that landed you in Faerie, in that forest, in front of him, one mortal year ago?

He hummed, “Huh.” His tongue clicked on the roof of his mouth.

Gaz shot him a look, “What?” He asked, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Ah’m jus’..Ah’m surprised.” He stared at the address glaring back at him from his phone, zooming in on the photo of your building. He focused on every window he could find, wanting to know exactly which one was yours. 

His friend craned his neck up, trying to look over his shoulder at the image, “Nice place you’re looking at. Why so surprised?”

“It’s naewhere near the portal they came into Faerie through. Actually, it’s quite a few miles away. They live closer to the cafe where ye met ‘em.” He commented, flashing him the screen so he could see the place in even more detail.

“How is it that a mortal can go from one place to another? Surely that’s not possible.”

“As if ah ken anymore than ye do.” A wrinkle appeared in between his eyebrows.

Gaz sighed, “Just another thing for us to figure out. At least it won’t be hard to locate them now.”

“Aye. Nae way they can escape now tha’ ah ken where they live.” He grinned, sharp and presenting of his sharpened canines, “They’ll be in mah clutches very soon, that is fer sure.”

“How are you planning to do that? Find out their name? Trick them like they did you?” Gaz eyed him very carefully again, “I guess you could get them to eat some of our food and get them that way. You’ve got to have some sort of plan for this, right?”

“Ah’ll have tae trick them somehow. They were almost too kenning of my usual tactics. They avoided me at every single turn they could.”

“You might have to get them to break a rule of hospitality.” Gaz shrugged, as if expecting Johnny to understand every thought he had in his head, “It might be the only way.”

He frowned in confusion, “What in hell’s bells are ye talkin’ about, Gaz? How am ah supposed tae get them tae do that if they ken our rules?”

“I’m talking about our not so obvious rules. Y’know, don’t be rude. Don’t lie. Don’t hide your face..” He gestured flippantly with his hands. 

Johnny hummed and crossed his arms on his chest, thinking about it for once. He tapped his foot on a dead leaf under his shoe, “Alright…Aye, that might jus’ work. It’s nae like a mortal could ken every single rule of ours. It would take years to manage that. They dinnae live that long.” He nodded, more to himself than anyone else, realising something at the same time, “And they were wearing a mask when ah met ‘em. A gilded one, only co’ered their eyes.” He mentioned, like it was an off-hand fact about someone’s favourite colour. It wasn’t like he had realised it at the time either, at least not until he had found the mask in question. It had been sitting just outside of a Faerie ring of mushrooms, resting on top of the same white cloak you had been wearing that night. It was as if you had taken them off and put them there yourself. But the cloak had been folded so neatly, he was sure you had not been the one to do it. You hadn’t meant to take it off. 

There was no doubt about that now that he knew what he knew. He knew you were searching for someone. You had to have found them and they had to have been the one to fold the cloak.

Nonetheless, still with the hope of finding you and the residual annoyance with being tethered, he had picked the mask and cloak from the grass. He had taken them home, hoping to use them to find you again. We all know how that ended up going.

“They were?” Gaz asked, his face screwed into pinched confusion, “You’d think that would’ve gotten them in your hands much easier right? What the hell happened?”

“Mmh.” Johnny made a short noise, “As if ah ken.”

Gaz was right, of course. If only he had realised you were wearing a mask in the first place, your situations would be switched. He wouldn’t be caught up in needing to hunt you down over some misplaced tethers. No, if he had realised, you would be in the Fae realm, feeding him grapes and ambrosia wine. There would be no need for a hunt like this. There would be no need for any of it. Johnny could never admit how right Gaz was though. Bad enough he knew about the tethers embedded within him in the first place.

“What?” His friend asked.

Johnny faked a frown, “Hm? Oh,” He cut himself short, already feeling how his tongue burned with the lie he had almost told. He grumbled under his breath against the pain, then sighed and admitted his defeat, “Yer right, ye bastart. Unfortunately…”

“Course I am.” He grinned, pleased with himself, “How did they even slip past you if they were wearing a mask? Isn’t that a pretty obvious thing to have on your face? How the hell did you not notice that sort of thing?”

“Ah think ah was tae busy tryin’ to get mahself untethered.” Johnny snapped back a response, shooting him a scathing glare.

Gaz rolled his eyes, “Sod off, you know what I meant. Even when you’re at your angriest, you’re not unobservant. You’d notice if someone was standing five feet in front of you, wearing a mask. Just like I would. Just like Ghost would. Just like The Captain would. So what changed? Why couldn’t you see it?”

“Ye’re askin’ me, mate.” He grabbed at his face with his hands, dragging them down in distress, “Ah have nae bloody clue why ah didnae see it. Ah should’ve. Ah ken better than that.” Johnny lamented, utterly frustrated. Both with himself and with his situation. 

He was a very powerful Fae, albeit one of the younger ones in existence. It wasn’t as if he felt it mattered. He shouldn’t be the one in this situation. It was an unnatural circumstance. A mortal with any sort of control over a being of the Fae realm was just asking for trouble. It was trouble. It was entirely unheard of it to happen, and yet it had happened to him. All because of his own stupidity. If it wasn’t obvious, he hated this. No, the feeling that simmered deep down inside him went further than mere hatred. It was anger and desperation and fear, rolled into a ball that only grew bigger and bigger the longer this went on. This was loathing. This was detestation. He loathed this. He detested it.

“I don’t know. It makes no sense. You should have noticed it.” Gaz shook his head, “Maybe they cast a spell on you? Made you more stupid than usual?” He cracked a quite obvious joke, a casual smirk on his face.

Johnny glared at him, his nose scrunched up in annoyance. However, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Maybe a magic spell was the reason behind his recent bout of being unobservant. He had worked with quite a few witches in his time, and he had always found them the rather vengeful type. It would indeed be under a witch’s purview to go searching through the Fae world for someone dear to them. It would also be under a witch’s purview to seek out power, especially power held over a Fae. If you were a witch, it would make more sense than if you were a mere mortal. He nodded, his expression smoothing, “Actually, ye might just be right.”

“Well, that’d be impressive if I was being serious, but alas, I was just joking.” He shrugged, laughing a bit, “What makes you think that anyways?”

“It would make sense, wouldn’t it? They kenned a suspicious amount about our rules…They kenned how to get in, and where…Hell’s bells, how else would ye explain me ending up in their hold? What else could they be but a witch?”

Johnny knew how absolutely bonkers he sounded, but he didn’t care. He just knew that you were a witch. You had to be. Even if you didn’t radiate witchly power like most did, you had to be. He was convinced of it.

“I guess so, but didn’t you say they were just a mortal? Like, definitively?” Gaz frowned, “How can they be both mortal and witch?”

“Ah dinnae ken yet, but ah will find out. Ah’ll make sure of it.” He pressed his fist into the palm of his hand, promising it both to himself and to you.

Gaz sighed in defeat, “Just another thing to be added to the list of things we need to look into.” His lips pursed as he leaned back. A pair of girls across the park caught their attention. Gaz waved playfully to the two of them and they returned the gesture with pink blushes, then they scurried off down the park’s concrete path. He chuckled at their reaction, “Mortals are so easy to play with.” He smiled. Johnny watched as the angles of his friend’s face grew sharper as he thought about it.

He grinned too, also enjoying the classic mortal reaction to them. No matter how long they lived, it never quite got old when they charmed mortals into complete shyness. They often had different reactions too, all dependent on the uniqueness of the mortal.

Of course, his thoughts returned to you. Most mortals would’ve been overjoyed to know they captured a Fae. Not you, however. 

No, you ran from him, like a scared little bug. Quite the proper reaction, he liked to think. Too few on the mortal place cowered in their presence anymore.

While he had enjoyed how you ran and hid from him at the time, he was now just frustrated with it. How dare you hide from him?

“I suppose we should go then.” Gaz got to his feet, wiping the dust from the ground off of the material of his jeans.

“Why?”

“You want to catch your mortal, yeah?”

“Duh, o’course ah do.”

“Then we need to come up with a plan for it. Something to outsmart them like they did you. To accomplish that, we need to research.” Gaz explained, trailing off as if expecting Johnny to finish his thoughts for him.

Johnny just stared at him, expecting him to continue on.

He did not,

He rolled his eyes, “Let’s jus’ go. We’ll figure it out when we get there.”

The two of them made their way deep into the forest, returning to their own thoughts and ideas on what to do about everything that had happened. They walked until they found one of plenty existing Faerie rings that cropped up. They stepped inside. 

To an innocent bystander, two men had disappeared within the blink of an eye. They were no longer in the mortal world.

To Johnny and Gaz, they were home, and they had plenty of work for them to do.

[spieluhrzeit]

my attitude towards till isn't just something that has come on suddenly. it is the culmination of months of resentment building up inside me, since november in fact.

that, coupled with a lot of real world bullshit, including what has been going on with the likes of the mold woman (i refuse to say her name) and rfk. laws being passed against my trans friends in the uk (and also myself if i were to live in the uk) and being demonised by an anti vaxxer because i fall into the autism spectrum but don't have a diagnosis to confirm it (i've had plenty of autistic people tell me i'm autistic mind you) does a lot to you. combined with the general dread of living in a world with the likes of putin and trump, and being on edge in case they throw their toys out of the pram and we end up in fallout new vegas without the fun weapons or the gambling.

everything that has been going on with till is the final block on the jenga tower, and now it's coming crashing down. and i'll be frank: i'm sick and tired of dancing around my feelings.

i think i'm just genuinely done with this till. i'm so tired and sick it's unreal.

i hate how miserable he has made me feel since january of this year with the dubai cutting incident. i hate how i live in fear to see what fun thing he does next that sends my cortisol levels through the roof. i hate how it's gotten EXHAUSTING to keep up with stuff without wondering if this is gonna be the final nail in the coffin. i hate how i can't even enjoy the rest of the fucking band now.

till died last year for me. who's this fucker because that's not till. i'm sick to the back teeth of pussyfooting around my feelings so that i don't go insane. but as you all know i've already crashed out dozens of times on this account since last month!!! so it hasn't been working.

so here we go! from now on, the "temporary" 2025 till block i had will now be permanent. i don't want to see him. and yes this includes the meine welt tour unfortunately. shame really i was really looking forward to it. 1994-2024 is the timeframe you'll see for till. that's it.

everyone else gets recent pics because they're not making me want to pull my hair out. i'm honestly so heartbroken it's come to this, but i genuinely cannot take it anymore. more power to you if you're still a fan, but i can't keep risking my mental health or my friendships.

please don't take this as me saying that you are a bad person if you still like till. you're not! and neither is he. it's just that his actions recently have finally sent me over the edge. people regard me as a patient person but unfortunately i've lost all of my patience with till and i need to distance myself indefinitely. again, it's really sad that it's come to this but tbh, my sanity comes first.

oh, and don't use this post to spout "kill till" or rammstein ot5 stuff. i'm not stooping to that level and honestly i just hope things get fixed. if something happens i'll take down this post, but idk 😔

edit: forgot to mention!! fanart is still fair game. just irl pics i don't wanna see 😭 i love all the fanartists in this fandom, keep doing what you love

[binaryboyfriends]

HEADCANONS & STORY ABOUT

AU COBRA KAI!

BINARY BROTHERS/ BOYFRIENDS

“I can change your life… You could my boyfriend…”

divider by @thecutestgrotto

@binaryboyfriends’s hcs

Demetri joins Cobra Kai after a crisis of confidence. He’s tired of being seen as the “weak nerd” and wants to prove he can be strong too. (And he was afraid of loosing Eli tbh.) Eli is surprised but thrilled to have him by his side.

Eli becomes more confident with his mohawk, but he notices Demetri watching him differently. There’s a new tension when they spar, a hesitation that wasn’t there before. Eli played on this a lot because he knew it would destabilize Demetri.

Demetri isn’t naturally good at karate, but he’s determined. Eli adjusts Demetri’s stance by placing his hands on his hips. Eli starts finding excuses to be closer, helping Demetri adjust his stance, brushing dirt off his shoulder after training, even fixing his messy hair and Johnny always rolls his eyes.

Demetri fell first, he secretly sketches Eli during class when Eli is next to Miguel. He’s really good at it, and his sketchbook is filled with drawings of Eli in his « Hawk Era ». One day, Eli finds the sketchbook and is completely floored. Demetri tries to play it off, but Eli keeps one of the sketches and tucks it into his locker.

Demetri can’t resist making snarky comments during Cobra Kai training. When Kreese gives one of his intense speeches. Demetri mutters : “Yeah, because mercy is for people who don’t want to end up in prison.” Tory finds it hilarious, but Kreese was not amused.

Everyone found Demetri annoying when Cobra Kai passed under Kreese but the others realized that he was smart and quite useful even if they often tell him to shut up but Eli secretly likes to listen to what he said and always defends him by saying that he says something that can be useful

One day at the Cobra’s dojo, Demetri tells Eli he’s thinking about leaving Cobra Kai. Eli gets defensive, accusing Demetri of abandoning him like everyone else.

Demetri sending memes to Eli at 2 a.m. with captions like : “This is you when you’re trying to be intimidating.” And Eli pretends to be annoyed, but he saves every single one.

Demetri is not the strongest but his strategic mind helps him analyze his opponents

Once, Demetri trips, and Eli catches him by the waist. They freeze for a second too long before awkwardly pulling away.

During a heated sparring match, Eli pins Demetri to the ground, and they’re both breathing heavily. Demetri smirks and says, “You’re going soft on me.” Eli leans in close and whispers, “You’re my weakness, Demetri.” before pulling him up and walking away like it’s no big deal.

Tory rolls her eyes every time they bicker like an old married couple, and Robby just sighs and says “Can you two flirt somewhere else ?”

Eli don’t assume it and deny it but he is protective of Demetri, especially when other Cobras try to mess with him. He once punched Kyler for calling Demetri a “nerd,” and when Kreese asked why, Eli just said, “He’s mine.”

After everyone else leaves the dojo, Eli and Demetri stay behind to train or just hang out. They end up lying on the mats, staring at the ceiling, and talking about everything. Eli only has this moments when he is still fully himself and he must not play a role, and it was only with Demetri.

Tory and Demetri are constantly butting heads. But they became kind of friends after they have surprised each other to be in a shop for Valentine's Day... Tory was like “Keep the secret or I kill you.” until she saw what Demetri had been hiding behind his back and started teasing him about Eli.

Demetri is forced to fight Eli one day. Demetri refuses to fight. Eli, frustrated and conflicted, yells “Why do you always have to make things so difficult ?” And Demetri finally snaps, “Because I care about you, you idiot ! More than Cobra Kai ever will !”… The dojo falls silent, and Hawk is left speechless…

Eli lets Demetri braid his hair, even though it’s short and spiky, and he always carries Demetri’s favorite snacks in his backpack in case he gets hungry during training.

Eli accuses Demetri of being jealous and not understanding what it’s like to be strong when they argue about Cobra Kai

One night, Demetri admits “I joined Cobra Kai because I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.” Eli responds by kissing him quickly, but Eli then said that Demetri had to forget about it and pretend it never happened. Eli avoids Demetri for days, torn between his loyalty to Cobra Kai and his feelings for Demetri. Eli remained in denial, but Demetri couldn't forget it, he had fallen first, remember ?

When Eli and Demetri finally decide to leave Cobra Kai, Demetri whispers “You can be both badass and kind. And we could do that together.” and Eli replies, “I don’t why I bite”. Demetri taking him in his arms.. Eli cried.

They joined Miyagi-Do the night Cobra Kai’s students went to Daniel's house and came to the dojo the next day to apologize to Daniel and their friends.

When they joined Miyagi-Do, Eli noticed that Demetri looked at him less, Eli saw Demetri happy and it made him jealous to see that he was not happy because of him.. Hey Eli, what happen here ? That’s the first time this happen right ?

But at the same time Demetri seemed more confident and it was strangely Eli's turn to fall (harder) for Demetri. At the same time Eli was sad to see him closer to the other students, but at the same time Eli was completely intimidated by the way he was more confident. Something strange happens in his stomach every time he sees Demetri in this way.

Demetri starts to notice how Eli looks at him when he thinks no one’s watching.

Demetri saw the change but it just can't be reciprocated… It can’t be.. Eli played with him a little bit when they were in Cobra Kai but that doesn't mean Eli was really in love with him and is currently, right ?

Eli became softer the longer he was at Miyagi-Do, Demetri and Eli remained close but Eli fully realized what was happening as Demetri tried to forget what he felt for Eli and it worked quite well.

It pissed Eli off to see Demetri turn a blind eye to this situation. Eli then called Moon in a rage to ask for advice, he was angry against Demetri without knowing exactly why.

Moon invited Eli to her house, Eli starts pacing around the room, ranting about how Demetri is “too passive” and “doesn’t get it.”

Moon listens quietly, sipping her tea, and then says, “Eli, why are you really mad at Demetri ? What he doesn't get it ?”—————-Eli freezes. “What are you talking about ?” Moon raises an eyebrow. “You’re not fooling anyone. You’re mad because you care about him. Like, really care about him. And it’s freaking you out.”

Eli starts overthinking everything after Moon’s talk. He spends hours replaying moments with Demetri in his head, questioning why he’s been so angry when, deep down, he just wants to be close to him. He doesn’t know what to do with those feelings, but he can’t ignore them anymore.

Demetri feels something’s off, but he doesn’t know what. Eli’s being distant, but also… more present than usual. Demetri’s confused, but he doesn’t want to ask.

Moon doesn’t directly push Eli to talk to Demetri, but she’s always there with that knowing look. Every time she sees him trying to bury his feelings, she just raises an eyebrow, knowing he can’t keep running forever.

Demetri starts to notice something’s off. He doesn’t fully understand it, but the way Eli keeps pulling away, then comes back acting like nothing’s changed—it doesn’t sit right with him. He senses that Eli’s hiding something, but he doesn’t know if it’s something he wants to know.

Eli starts doing little things, like sending Demetri a random text to check in, or letting him win a game of something, but always hiding behind a joke to avoid saying anything serious. He’s terrified of being vulnerable.

Eli starts to do the smallest things that show he cares, but he hides behind sarcasm or an awkward joke. Like when Demetri’s been working all day and Eli drops a drink in front of him, saying something like, “You’re gonna need this more than me,” when really, it’s just his way of trying to be nIcE without admitting it.

Moon starts seeing right through him. She knows what Eli’s doing, and it’s starting to get under her skin. She can only watch him deny his feelings for so long before she gives him a push.

Eli's weak point is the way Demetri has to open his mouth with his teeth visible, he finds him terribly cute that way

One night, when everything is too much for Eli to keep bottled up, he send on Ig : “I care about you, Demetri. And it’s more than just friendship, alright ? I can’t even explain it, but it scares me. I hate that it’s you, but it is, and I can’t hide it anymore.”

Demetri often has two reactions when he received an important message : Either he responds extremely quickly and needs an immediate response, he stays in the conversation OR he rereads the message and the conversation 50 times until he can't sleep. In both cases he panics but in a different way. He can do both at the same time.

That night he was being unable to answer. He reread the message many times without being able to sleep.

When Yasmine returned to high school Yasmine and Demetri went out together. Eli went a little crazy, he didn't understand how Demetri could ignore this situation and start a relationship with Yasmine so quickly.

Demetri has never had anyone in his life, he is quite shy and never dares to make the first move. With Yasmine it became easy because even if he was shy it was clear that she was leading their relationship but with Eli he made a 404 error. His relationship with Yasmine was pretty fast in fact.

Yasmine and Tory dated for a while. Demetri was surprised but it was okay for him.

When Tory finally joined Miyagi-Do, Demetri and Tory's relationship was strange and distant. People could notice that because they knew she was with Yasmine it wasn't that long ago.

Demetri became close to Eli again, Eli accept his true comeback, Dem told him about MIT but it wasn't in Eli's plans to go there. This has become a subject of conflict for them.

Okay, so during Capture the Flag, Eli and Demetri were not okay. Like, at all. It wasn’t just the game, Eli and Demetri definitely had a moment. They got caught up in the heat of the game, but the real argument started after when the competitive tension spilled over. :

Demetri completely losing it. “You don’t get it, Eli. I don’t know how to deal with all of this… MIT, us, everything ! It’s too much !” But Eli froze. “Us ?” he repeated, the word lingering in the air. But Demetri shut down, realizing what he’d just said. He didn’t mean to expose that much so he went to join the others to show his flag.

THIS HOW WE CAME TO THEIR TRUE FIRST KISS, A LITTLE STORY :o :

Later that night, Eli sent Demetri a text. Just one word : “Movie ?” - No context, no explanation. Just movie… Because Eli needed to see him, needed to talk to him, but he didn’t know how to say any of that out loud.

The movie theater was dark, and they sat next to each other, but there was this gap between them. Not physically—they were close enough that their arms brushed every time one of them reached for the popcorn—but emotionally? It was like there was this invisible wall, and neither of them knew how to break it down.

Eli kept stealing looking at Demetri, and every time Demetri caught him, their eyes would meet for half a second before they both looked away, like they were scared of what might happen if they held each other’s gaze for too long.

The walk home was quiet, the kind of quiet that feels heavy, like the night itself was holding its breath. And then, out of nowhere, Demetri hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets, then, without warning, it just slipped out : “I love you.” SO… Eli froze. Like, full-stop, mid-step, heart-skipping-a-beat froze. He turned his head slowly to look at Demetri, completly serious. “What did you say ?”

Demetri’s cheeks immediately flushed a deep pink. He squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth slightly open like he couldn’t believe the words had actually escaped. His heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest. “I… I love you” he repeated, louder this time but still trembling, like he was terrified of what might happen next.

Eli’s breath caught in his throat. He stared at Demetri, his chest rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon. His mind was racing, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might burst. “Demetri…” he started, but the words got stuck.

Demetri opened his eyes, his gaze locking with Eli’s. He looked terrified but determined, like he’d just thrown himself off a cliff and was waiting to see if Eli would catch him. “You don’t have to say it back” he said quickly w shaky voice. “I just… I needed you to know.” (KISS NOW NOW NOW)

Eli stepped closer, his hands trembling as he reached up to brush a strand of hair out of Demetri’s face. His touch was so gentle it made Demetri’s breath hitch. “What if I…” Eli started, his voice low and hesitant, his eyes flicking down to Demetri’s lips and then back up. “What if I really want to kiss you right now ?” (🌈)

Demetri’s heart skipped a beat and he nodded. “Yeah” he said, his cheeks still burning. “I’d… I’d be okay with that.”

And then Eli kissed him. It wasn’t soft or tentative : it was everything. Eli’s lips pressed against Demetri’s with a kind of desperate intensity, like he’d been holding back for so long and couldn’t anymore. Demetri’s hands flew to Eli’s waist, gripping him like he was afraid Eli might disappear if he let go.

The kiss was messy but perfect, full of all the emotions they’d been too scared to name. When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Demetri blinked, his eyes wide, his cheeks still flushed. “Wow,” he said, his voice shaky but full of awe. “That was… wow.”

Eli laughed, a soft, breathless sound, his hands still cupping Demetri’s face. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “It was.”

Demetri’s grin started to spread, his usual teasing creeping back in. “So, uh… was that your way of saying you meant the text ?”

Eli rolled his eyes, but was smiling too, his thumb brushing over Demetri’s cheek. “Yeah, dumbass.” he said, his voice fond. “I meant it.”

Demetri’s grin widened, his hands still gripping Eli’s waist like he was afraid Eli might disappear if he let go. “Good,” he said, his voice trembling but full of relief. “Because I meant it too. I just… didn’t know how to say it back.”

Eli raised an eyebrow, his smile turning playful. “So you just ghosted me instead ?”

Demetri let out a shaky laugh, his cheeks burning even brighter. “I panicked, okay ?” getting defensive but still teasing. “I didn’t know how to handle it. You can’t just drop a bomb like that in a text and expect me to be cool about it.” (DEMETRI I DONT APOLOGIZE U FOR BEING STRESS LIKE THAT PERSONALLY)

Eli laughed, the sound soft and full of affection. “Yeah, well..” he said, his voice low and teasing, “I think you handled it just fine.” Demetri’s grin turned smug, his hands sliding up to rest on Eli’s shoulders. “Oh, so you’re saying I’m a good kisser ?”

Eli rolled his eyes again, but he was still smiling, his hands moving to rest on Demetri’s hips. “Don’t let it go to your head Dem.” he said, his voice fond.

Demetri laughed, the sound shaky but full of relief, and then he kissed Eli again, slower this time, savoring the moment. When they pulled away, they were both smiling like idiots, their hands intertwined as they started walking again.

[the-last-thread-of-my-sanity]

How many children do you think aruani might have? i definitely think they’re girl parents tho

Oh what a fun and sweet thing to speculate about 🥰

I am so easily pleased by any possibility tbh

I do agree Armin as a girl dad is the most adorable thing- so it has a special place in my heart for sure. And then you have this special dynamic where Annie gets to kind of “relive” her own girlhood through her own daughter (not in an unhealthy expectations way but a wholesome ‘first time experiences’ way, of course)

As for how many??

I don’t have a solid opinion- but I think that they wait a little while to get married (they have to fix the world and stuff) and then wait even longer to have kids. (Not long in like the grand scheme of things I guess- but long in the context of the other time skips)

And I imagine it is a BIG decision for Annie in particular. Because I think that she would feel a huge responsibility not to ruin her own kid- she would need lots of confidence building years and healing time with Armin and the other ambassadors bc her childhood was easily the worst of ALL the warriors- and up there with Levi and both Ymir’s as worst in the whole cast.

But once they do that… hmmm maybe one or two. I don’t know- I just think two only children might want their kid to have at least one sibling. But I see there being at least a five or six year age difference between them.

The obvious crowd-pleasing answer is a spoiled headstrong first born daughter and a shy bookish artsy little boy.

But Armin and Annie being over run by a household full of feral little girls is also a delight to think about.

Bc I think I’ve said it before but Armin and Annie’s daughter gives me Alice Roosevelt vibes. They were born a big deal bc their parents are famous and they are living loud and proud and kind of filling up the tabloids- but Armin can’t be bothered when he’s interviewed about it bc 1) she’s perfectly actually- what do you mean her behavior is uncouth? And 2) what do you actually expect him to do about it? His wife taught her how to kill a man in six different ways with a hat pin!

And then the son just coasts quietly along bc at least he’ll never be as crazy as his sister. Maybe he takes up traveling and doing philanthropic/community service work and writes in to newspapers sometimes about his exploits and wears his hair long and speaks ten languages and never settles down but nobody expects him to.

And I feel like the daughter and son would have a good relationship too, even being so different.

I also like to imagine that they are both cute little mixtures of their parents. Maybe their hair is fine like their mother’s but not quite as light. They have Annie’s nose but Armin’s eyebrows. Neither of them exceeds 5���6”… but that was never expected of them anyway.

Thanks for the sweet question Anon!! ❤️❤️❤️

[crushedsweets]

Who are the people that Toby likes the most?

Natalie, Jack, and Ben!

Toby has known Natalie for about 5 years, and Jack for 4, and Ben for 3. ok now im gonna do long ass headcanons for their relationships bc im just soooooooo silly . .

toby and natalie knew eachother when they were at the height of like.. using murder as a relief/power trip. it was a really sick and fucked up thing to bond over, and it wasnt something either of them took lightly or as a joke. but it was something they did talk about, moreso 'let me tell you about my night' and they'd kinda just allude to the murder part of it. eventually, natalie stopped killing as much (and stuck strictly to freak weirdo men at bars/clubs who try taking advantage of ppl). toby doesn't have the luxury to stop bc he only did it when the situation/order calls for it.

they usually just lounge around together. watch trash reality tv, natalie was ashamed of her art for a while but toby loves getting her to show him her stuff. toby taught her how to axe throw and cut down trees. he helped fix up the barn she stays in so it's actually livable. he even got brian to help with shit like insulation cuz theres no heat/ac in it. sometimes he does her hair if shes having an awful night. she never had someone to brush her hair growing up, having no mother/sister/girl friends, and finds it to be insanely fucking relaxing. lulls her to sleep so quick. it reminds toby of lyra and he cried one time after she fell asleep from it. she never found out about it.

toby was the first proxy to be nice to jack. not that tim and brian were horrible to jack (only after he was . . 'tamed' i guess). but toby was the first one to like, bring him things, talk to him, actually attempt bonding. if tobys feeling lonely and natalies not in the mood to entertain, jack was almost always welcoming. ok maybe not welcoming in the like :) hiiii toby. way. but in the. 'ok yea whatever come in i guess' way.

jack used to cook a lot before he was sacrificed. now he doesnt have the same taste buds, and while he can eat human food, its all pretty bland to him. best he can enjoy is insanely spicy stuff, and thats more sensation rather than flavor. BUT TOBY. that fucking dude can EAT. he's brought like a fat steak and veggies and rice and random shit to jacks and asked him to make him dinner. and oddly enough jack was willing to do it. toby continued to do that stuff. jack didnt know about tobys CIPA for a while and was baffled when this white boy from rural colorado could actually handle the spice anytime jack made south asian food LOL.. ("how much spice do you want" "i dont care make it as spicy as you like" "toby are you sure of this" "yeah i can take it").

of the 3, toby is the least close to ben. mostly bc ben is best fucking friends w jeff and toby doesnt like jeff very much(who does?). plus toby figured ben was like a kid and wasnt exactly crazy about being besties with a 12 yr old. But then ben played some video games with him. ben doesnt really Act like an. ipad fortnite tiktok middle shcool type of kid so toby was like Oh he's cool i guess.!

they dont have much in common at all tbh, didnt have similar childhoods and toby didnt play many video games growing up. BUT toby finds so much joy in just having a fucking boyish childish fun stupid relationship where he could play video games and talk shit and eat like crap with yk. they have a very brotherly friendship and it's kinda weird for toby being on the big sibling side of something, but he's fond of it. they get into petty arguments about stupid shit, and went a while without talking bc toby punched jeff and jeff was bitching like 'uumm dont hang out with that prick' and ben was like lmfao ok. toby didnt even realize ben wasnt talking to him tho. . ("hey sorry i was avoiding u jeff was bitching" "u were avoiding me ?????")

[transfemme-shelterdog]

(forcemasc anon, huge vent) this is such a stupid thing. but. my period started unexpectedly (should have expected it, i have pcos) and im in so much pain and also so tired of the dysphoria and mental hurt and even more pain. and also i had to go get a (womens) kurta tailored today for an event im going to (not out to anyone in my family) and my mom had them cinch in the waist a little to "give it shape" and because i loved the lack of defined waist i died inside but went with it because. i already have a masc closet and hair that gets me gendered correctly even though im not on T yet and my voice is high pitched, because everyone is so conservative theyd sooner consider a faggy short boy with tits than a girl with an army cut (idek how those mental gymnastics work but theyre not wrong about me specifically) and i just. i cant take those privileges for granted because my parents would kill me if they knew i was trans, even though they make fun of me for being "a boy" and being called sir because of it etc etc and i caNNOT go back to long hair and girly hairstyles. im so glad ive always hated dresses and threw tantrums when my mom started putting me in dresses past the age where i could object to my own wardrobe. i dont know why im telling you this. im just so tired and so hurt and i wish i wasnt born this way sometimes. i dont know how to alleviate the dysphoria i dont know how to stop the pain and hurt and im so, so tired. im just so tired. i hate having my period and i should be allowed to kill doctors with hammers for daring to suggest that "women" cant have facial hair and should shave and go on oestrogen to "fix" their bodies. even though it doesnt apply to me and i like having extra androgens, i know that it could be an insecurity in cis women/girls. but like. fuck everything and everyone and fuck my stupid baka life. im sorry. you can delete this. i just need to get it out of my system tbh. i wish somebody would validate my pain and like, hug me or something idk. i dont like my parents touching me at all and theyre the only contact i have regularly becuase all my friends live at minimum an hour away and since im "a girl" and from an extremely conservative family i cant hang out with the guys who live ten minutes away from me or take a cab to any place ever. fuck. fuck.

Anon, I'm so terribly sorry to hear that you're going through this. I really am. I wish I could be there to just give you a big hug, and tell you that everything will be ok. I wish I could help you get to a better place where you can be your most authentic self.

You're a man, and nothing will ever change that. Always have, and always will be.

Your pain is valid, and I truly hope that you can get the help that you need as soon as possible.

I'll always be here for you, and always here to offer the love and support that you crave <3

[clonerightsagenda]

Arcane Finale

Ok, let's see how this goes. The fact that I haven't seen spoilers on my dash yet makes me think not well

How was Jinx holding her head up with this much hair? I'm imagining washing it… yikes.

Wonder how disorienting it was for Ekko to come back from the AUverse and see Jinx with short hair.

What is Ambessa and Noxas going to war over, exactly? I mean I know she wants hextech, but what's her excuse? Does she need one? Piltover is a major global commerce center, are we ignoring geopolitics right now.

Are they railgunning shipping containers at the ships? Sure, why not, I guess, if you're a shipping center that's what you've got.

Maddie was a mole the whole time? That's lazy tbh. It means now Caitlyn doesn't have to wrestle at all with cheating on/discarding her girlfriend as soon as her core love interest comes along, and also generally treating her like shit.

This better not be what they do to Sevika

Does Caitlyn still have the knife in her gut? She shouldn't pull it out but she's moving pretty fluidly if she has it in

I'm sorry I just don't buy Viktor going full eugenics. But I still don't know whether the show wants me to believe that it's him.

"I see your face, deceiver." Is this supposed to mean something to me. Is this LoL lore

So the Noxian military just 100% switches over to Mel immediately? That's convenient

"I'm always with you. Even when we're worlds apart." That's not an ominous line of foreshadowing at all

Are we really going for killing Jinx's dad a fifth time

This is so stupid U_U

Jinx and Vi having their Family Drama which is briefly interrupted by the Gay Exes Drama. Ekko is also there

"You always wanted to fix what you saw as imperfections." Idk I don't think Viktor was ever fixated on "imperfections", he just didn't want to die

Did Ekko not get grabbed by the hivemind beam because he spent time in another universe? Jayce needed physical contact to be brought in

I'm glad Ekko survived going more than 4 seconds back but… how? Guess he's allowed if it gets destroyed right afterward so he's not op

So hooded figure WAS a Viktor

So I think what they're getting at is Viktor was corrupted by an idea more than being directly controlled, I'm just still not buying it as something he would align with normally. Or that Jayce of all people is going to teach him how to have an anti-ableist mindset

Did they just collapse into some kind of gay singularity

Guess only 1 sister per timeline. Them's the breaks

Well I'm glad Sevika's leadership is finally getting acknowledged. I am going to have more complicated Thoughts on this whole thing but let's finish the episode

Implying Jinx could potentially have survived. If she wanted to. Plus the little glitch on the end card, definitely leaving themselves open for that if they choose to.

Ok I have more meal prep to work on but I will be Mulling this. I went into the last episode with "i can fix her" thoughts but I'm not sure I could figure out a way to do that without gutting half the season's content. I will report back.

Also is Ekko's tree ok???? We never circled back to the tree