#on the OTHER hand—if their fave thing is something you don’t like or wish would be forgotten you’re stuck in reminder-hell.

[benbamboozled]

INFURIATING that for like the entirety of Jason’s time being dead IRL the only person invested in giving him and Dick an actual relationship was…

CHUCK DIXON.

I MEAN.

“Little Wing”?

Dick Grayson kills the Joker?

Spirit guide/hallucination?

JEEZ.

INFURIATING.

Sources are Nightwing (1996) #106, Joker: Last Laugh #6, and Nightwing Secret Files #1.

(Technically Scott Beatty also worked on Nightwing: Year One and Joker: Last Laugh but ISN’T credited on Nightwing Secret Files #1 so I’m inclined to think that Reminding Everyone That Jason Todd Existed was one of Chuck Dixon’s babies until Judd Winick came in with his Under the Hood plans.)

[with-my-calamitous-love]

KISS ME IN A WAY THATS GONNA SCREW ME UP FOREVER

rockstar! chuuya nakahara x pop star! reader

after acting in a music video of his right after a breakup, the media has many speculations about you two.

part 1/3

inspired by suburban legends

once the flight had flown, your feet touched down on the new, big city. it was a kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats, hidden underneath the fabric of fashion trends of large coats. the world in this corner smelled like want.

you weaved your way through the crowd before finally reaching the studio. you open the door, unpack your things with a hug and kiss to your manager, before finally seeing him.

chuuya nakahara was perhaps the most famous man in the world right now. a deep, gravelly voice with hands that slid across his guitar like skates on ice. he was the living, breathing definition of the word heartthrob.

right now, he’s tuning his guitar, his messy orange hair tied into a cute messy bun. he’s concentrated, the fabric of his black muscle shirt clinging to his obviously well toned muscles. you know you’re staring, but you can’t help it. and its not even just because he’s famous and talented.

you had been making a name for yourself in the music industry. slowly but surely, the name [Y/N] [L/N], the world’s new pop princess! had been making headlines. the general public considered you a sweetheart, with your fresh-faced beauty and edge paving the way for new found fame. the paparazzi adored your voice and your lyrics. you had only begun your receive the recognition you deserve.

upon winning best new artist at the vma’s, your song feather garnered billions of listeners. but perhaps the most shocking of them all, was gaining the attention of the one and only chuuya nakahara.

and thats how you ended up here. standing face to face with the embodiment of every women’s dream man.

“hey, [y/n].” he greets you, his sultry voice breaking through the mist of your fantastical mind. you snap out of it with an awkward laugh and a firm (but surely sweaty) handshake. he brushes it off, giving you a wink and thanking you for coming all this way.

“i love your studio.” you manage to compliment the rockstar despite your winded state. he hums a thank you, walking you towards the stage. his team works diligently, and you swear you can feel all his gratitude towards them. everyone in first name, high fave and shitty joke basis with each other. it was hard not to feel like an outsider.

“i don’t know if michizou gave you the run down on the video.. which he should have!” chuuya playfully jabs at his producer and good friend, who was currently fixing up the stage lights and blowing fat raspberries back at his boss. “basically, its for my new single. you’ll be playing my girlfriend.”

you wish you could hide the embarrassing scarlet tinge that blooms onto your cheeks at the mention of girlfriend. he seems so nonchalant, so casual about being so intimate.

once he’s distracted, your whisked away by a beautiful girl with a short black bob. her butterfly clip hung loosely just beside her bangs. she was the one person here who didn’t make you feel like a complete stranger on the outside looking in.

“hi, [y/n]! i’m yosano, i’ll just be doing your makeup.” she hums, and you happily take refuge in her cozy dressing room. the two of you hit it off almost immediately, allowing you to get your nerves out. however, something comes up that throws you off your game.

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“oh and.. i guess, someone should tell you, honey.” she says, making your eyeliner as sharp as humanly possible. “chuuya’s been… he’s having a hard time. a bad breakup.”

this information churns in your stomach. “how long ago..?”

“3 weeks ago, give or take.” yosano explains, applying the setting powder. on one hand, you were thankful someone had warned you. but on the other, it made you nervous that you would be playing a romantic partner to someone who had just gotten their heart broken.

“why did they break up?” you ask, cautiously looking over at yourself in the mirror to make sure you were hiding your anxiety well enough.

“i don’t know… the rockstar over there never really talked about it.” yosano huffs, sitting on the counter to get a better angle at applying your lip liner. “all i know is… he hates betrayal more than anything now.”

a million thoughts run through your head. who? when? why? but most of all, who in their right mind would cheat on chuuya nakahara?

but you lost all the time for your nervousness. next thing you know, yosano is rushing you onto the set with words of encouragement. there, you meet chuuya, who’s been waiting for you.

the first scene is simple. just two people dancing in the living room set.

he walks over to you, placing his hands on your hips like its second nature. he chuckles at your nervousness, the way you tense up as you instinctively place your hands on his chest.

“what? don’t know how to dance, doll?” he teases, that shit-eating smirk on his face.

“uhm… no.” you admit, sheepishly.

he looks surprised, before a genuine smile reappears on his face again. “thats okay, just follow my lead.”

and with that, you two start swaying. he takes the lead, using his body to direct your movements. and for the first time in your career, maybe ever, you actually feel comfortable. you gain your fluidity back, dancing with chuuya in a way that words couldn’t explain. like two figures in a snow globe, you acted out a miniature expression of love thaf spoke volumes.

the rest of the filming process goes on smoothly, your favourite of the bunch being the kitchen scene. chuuya washes dishes while you snuggle up to him from behind, the overflowing of the sink being unscripted but ultimately charming enough to keep in.

finally, it was the scene you were most nervous about. the infamous kiss scene, and the segment yosano had failed to warn you about.

“i’ll say this again.” chuuya says, his voice in a hush tone. “i am not gonna make you this, doll.”

you’re nervous to kiss him, but the thought of turning him down felt like a complete loss.

so you bite your lip, and give chuuya the greenlight.

“three…two…one… ACTION!”

the camera pans in a circle around the two of you, capturing every small detail. the moment he cups your face, the moment you lock eyes… before finally, you two kiss.

and its the kind of kiss that saves you and that screws you up forever. that day, chuuya nakahara kissed you like the most gorgeous rose you had ever hoped to pick, with a million thorns sticking out from the side.

it was as though just front that simple contact, you knew the kind of guy he was. a gentleman, a man polite too a fault. time seems to stop even as you two pull away. you honestly consider breaking your own heart so you can move on from the love of your life (aka the famous man you met just a few hours ago.)

“thats a wrap!” tachihara announces as the team celebrates. this song, though you hadn’t heard it yet, was sure to be a hit. and chuuya assures that the music video will bring so much of the spotlight you deserve.

after that, the team breaks with some cake and beer. you, however, sneak off to the balcony, getting some much needed fresh air. you’re almost granted the moment of peace you craved when suddenly, someone addresses you.

“hey pop star.” chuuya says, walking up behind you and offering you a beer. when you politely accept, he stares out at the city-scanning sunset. finally, you two were alone, away from the editors and cameras.

you ask whats been on your mind since the beginning.

“…what song was this for again?” you nervously ask.

chuuya lets out a hearty laugh, enamoured by your sincerity. he digresses, opting to take you to the rooftop instead. there, he picks up his guitar and begins playing a few notes. it seemed like such a douchebag move, but if it was, you loved douchebags.

“can i tell you a secret?” he asks, strumming the acoustic strings with calculated talent. you nod, fiddling with your fingers.

“..i don’t really have a title for it yet.” he chuckles. now its your turn to laugh at him, and he takes it.

“why’s that, rockstar?” you ask, sipping your beer.

chuuya ponders for a moment, his eyes never leaving his guitar. he shrugs, continuing to serenade you. a thought crosses your mind.

“why’d you choose me, anyway?”

though he can’t think of a song title, he seems to know the answer to that question.

“cause you’ve got edge, and talent.” he says. “the industries gonna want to ruin you. you can’t let that happen, alright?”

you nod apprehensively. you’ve heard the whispers, how female stars were held up to a higher standard. how one wrong move, one hair out of place, or one breath too loud could cost you your career. hearing it from an established star made your hands shake.

maybe this would screw you up forever.

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[chuuyaheartz]: new MV is out!! starring [y/n] [l/n]

[soukkvo]: pov me replaying the kiss scene:

[lovechna]: idk who i’d wanna be more 😍😍

[asagir1]: wait wtf he like just broke up with higuchi… don’t you think its a little soon??

[chzai09]: they’re my roman empire

new star [Y/N] [L/N] kisses chuuya nakahara and new music video!

who is [Y/N] [L/N]? meet the new pop princess:

[Y/N] [L/N] is chuuya’s new girlfriend? heres whats happening:

#[Y/N] [L/N] trending

[rimaiahwrites]

My sick little baby (a mini read)

Finally finished this, been sitting in my draft for about a year and a half tbh:( When reader gets sick and and anddd she’s super subby and eren is soo daddy (fave eren) and just wanna baby her :) Sweet 🧁 (not proof read mb lol I’ll edit later)

When y/n got home from school she didn’t feel the best but she still pushed herself to clean up a little and make dinner for her husband Eren before he gets home from work, but when she woke up the next morning her head was pounding and her stomach was dropped when she sat up and the next thing she knew she was up and running to the bathroom and leaning into the toilet letting the rest of last nights dinner out. When she was done her eyes were watering and she was dizzy as she walked back to her bed.

She pouted when she realized her husband had already left for work and laid on his side of the bed. It was not long before tears was streaming down her face because she hated being sick especially when her daddy wasn’t there with her. She grabbed her phone from the other side of the bed and called him. She was in no shape to take care of herself and she knew it. It rang twice before his smooth voice hit her ears. “Wassup baby?”

“Papa…I don’t feel good.” Her lip quivered and her voice cracked feeling her stomach cramp up. “baby what’s the matter?” He cooed stopping his hand movement from writing on his paper now feeling worried for his little princess.

“Can you come home? I think I have the flu.” She whined, wishing he was home already to make her feel better. “You did feel hot when I was in bed with you this morning…you need daddy to come home to take care of you?”

“Yes please I need you, I already throw up and I feel so weak..” she whispered. That was all she needed to say before he was packing his suitcase up and headed to his car to get to his beloved wife.

When he got home he found her curled on the couch wrapped in her pink and white fluffy blanket watching finding Nemo. When he sat his keys down her head popped up he could tell what kind of mood she was in with the pout on her lips, his subby whiny baby.

“Oh my poor babyy.” Eren cooed picking her up bridle style sitting her on his lap. Her bottom lip wobbled and she grabbed on to him tightly. “My princess doesn’t feel good?” She shook her head cuddling his neck. “Have you eaten yet?” She let out a quiet no in the sweetest voice and it melted Erens heart. He sat her back down and headed to the kitchen looking around for something to give her to eat then his mom’s chicken noodle soup recipe popped up in his head. Whenever eren was sick as a kid she would make him chicken noodle soup and crackers and it alway made him feel better..So he got to it, it was a easy and quick recipe and it took no longer than 15 minutes, He also made a her a cup of liquid iv in her pink and white teddy bear water bottle.

Erens pov—

“Here drink this princess…” I shook her awake and gave her the cup, her shaky hands reached out to grab it. My baby was so weak it broke my heart, she was mostly dehydrated from barely drinking or eating for the whole morning. I put my hand on her forehead and she was burning up, i cringed a fever was a good sign because I knew that her body was fighting off whatever it was but I definitely needed to check her temperature.

I went and got the thermometer and her medicine, soon as she saw me coming with the bubblegum pink bottle of liquid she whined loudly, being very overly dramatic. She hated taking medicine with a passion but of course I wasn’t going to just let her sit there with a runny nose and a headache and not do anything.

I poured her a big tablespoon of the medication and lifted it to her mouth, her lips sat in a pout.

I sighed, “baby please open up, it’s gonna make you feel better, promise.” She shook her head no, she was in no way ever a bad girl but as soon as she got sick she was very testy with me.

I hated to get stern with her at a time like this, her eyes glossy and lips pouted so prettily on her face.

“Open, now I’m not going to say it again.” I tilted her head up with my two fingers.

“But pap—“ soon as she opened her mouth I shoved the spoon in her mouth, her little dramatic ass gagged as she swallowed it down, scrunched up face like she just teated the most foul thing in the world. I chuckled as I rolled my eyes.

“This will make you feel better promise, now let’s get some food in you.” She whined and rubbed her stomach.

“My tummy hurts I don’t wanna’ papa” she whimpered but of course she still ate, because no way was I about to let her go all day without eating or drinking. She drank half her cup of water and was all ready feeling a little better.

I grabbed her and carried her up stairs to our bathroom to run her a hot bath.

My bath was a jet tub so when I poured some of her favorite bubble bath there was more bubbles than water at this point, I made the water hot because she normally liked to be boiled alive every time she takes a bath or shower.

“I just wanna lay down..” I turned around to see her standing in the bathroom door way, her teddy bear in hand.

“I know but you’re sweaty baby, C’mere.” When her head touched my chest her whole body went limp and supported its-self against me.

“Let’s get you outta these clothes” I mumble, tossing her shirt to the other side of the bathroom, into her hamper. I lifted her up and placed her in the tub. I smile, Her aching body begins to loosen up from the warm water, her chunky little cheeks squashed from pressing them against the cold edge of the tub finally feeling like she’s able to relax she lies her head down on the edge of the tub, whimpering every time I gently message her scalp. Her once fresh braids now a bit frizzed for tossing and turning on my cotton pillow case without her silk hello kitty bonnet.

“You feel good baby?” I smile, she nods her head only before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. I grabbed her bath rag and wiped her runny nose gently trying to not irritate it more than it already was, red and raw from blowing it all day. I wash her body, starting from face to chest, to her bottom half to her feet, trying not wake her.

I grabbed her towel and carry her, her legs dangling at my side secured with my hands interlocking under her butt. She let a huffed breath, coddling her face into my neck.

I putt lotion on her whole body, head to toe. I placed my shirt that looked like a dress, stopping mid thigh to her.

“Papa?” I heard softly, looking up from sliding her panties on. Her big brown eyes filling with tears. Worried, I moved up to her face and wiped them with my thumb stroking her face. Her skin so soft and clean

“What’s the matter pumpkin?”

“I..I love you so much, you’re the best husband I could have ever asked for, you take such good care of me.” She cried her lip wobbling, my poor baby was always so emotional whenever she was sick.

“I know baby, I know, I love you and I’ll always take care of you. Through sickness and health till death do us part baby I mean it.” I grin seeing a giggle creep through her pouty face.

“You’re so corny.” She smiled, for the first time today.

“I know as long as I get to see that beautiful I’ll say whatever.” I mumble kissing her lips softly.

“You feel better?” She nodded closing her eyes briefly before answering me with a quiet yes. “M’ sleepy ..”

“Yeah? Alright let’s go to sleep.” I pulled her to the top of the bed and wrapped my arms around her, her arms tucked between us both, while her head rests in my chest.

My sick little baby .. I thought before kissing her on the forehead and drifting off to sleep myself

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Might I ask for the Phantom Thief Girls with an S/O who flips a coin to make decisions? Yes, this idea came from that Rune Factory 5 post from @genshingorlsrevengeance however, I am ninety percent sure that if any more asks are added to his inbox it will collapse into a singularity and devour him. Also, I want to see your twist on it since you and him are two of my faves when it comes to character x reader writing.

Thank you for the kind words, however I am sure Chris could have done this better than I, even if he had to do so from the void after his Inbox ate him, nonetheless, I still gave it my best try and I hope you enjoy.

The temptation I had to make Baofu/Kaoru Saga jokes and references throughout all of writing this was immense.

Also, Two-Face wants his gimmick back.

Now! Your Wish Is My Command!

Ann found the coin to be… interesting.

The loud Ting when you flipped it always caught her attention.

Heads or Tails?

Black or Red?

Yes or No?

On one hand it was irritating when she lost.

On the other, the tension of making a split second decision of what to call when the coin goes up was exhilarating.

Especially when she called the right side.

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The coin hung in the air for a split second as you opened your palm to catch it.

Ann’s eyes were firmly on the coin, as were yours.

It was time to make the decision.

Heads?

Tails?

What to choose?

“Heads!” Ann exclaimed excitedly.

“Tails!” you exclaimed with a grin as the coin began to fall and land in your palm.

Ann let out a cheer.

You chuckled and gave a mental apology to your wallet as you rolled the coin into the space between your fingers and then over your knuckles before tossing it to your other hand and then placing it into your pocket.

The coin landed on heads, the red side that depicted a smiling Jester's mask in gold.

“It’s decided! You’ll be taking me out to get as many sweets as I want!” Ann exclaimed with a mischievous smile.

Don’t worry, she won’t bankrupt you.

Probably.

Makoto was not a huge fan of the coin.

Sure, it added some flair to day to day life.

However, Makoto was not a big fan of leaving things to fate.

Especially when it comes to important decisions.

That said… It did help her when she was indecisive about something.

When she hesitated to act or did not know what choice to make, she would always see the glint of the coin in her vision and the sound of the Ting it made when you flipped it.

She knew what the answers were.

Heads or Tails.

Yes or No.

It forced her to make a decision.

Will she take the leap?

Or will she err on the side of caution.

No matter what side the coin landed on, she knew what her answer was.

And you know that too.

So, no matter how much she pestered you about the answer the coin gave you, you would never tell.

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“Tell me.” Makoto demanded with a rather petulant whine as the two of you sat on the couch, watching TV and awaiting for Sae to return.

“Hmmm… I think not.” you said with a mockingly thoughtful face.

“Then flip the coin!” Makoto exclaimed, the outcome of the previous toss eating at her like nothing else.

You smirked before teasingly asking “I thought you disliked the coin toss?”

This earned you a solid wallop to the shoulder.

“Ow! Okay! Okay! Yeesh! I’m going to tell Sae about this domestic abuse when she gets back.” you muttered as you pulled the coin out from behind Makoto’s ear with a simple bit of sleight of hand.

“If you do, you know she’s going to side with me, right?” Makoto asked as you rolled the coin over your knuckles and into place over your thumb.

“We’ll see.” you said with a grin and then flipped the coin, sending it flying.

“Heads!” Makoto exclaimed.

“Tails!” you stated with a smile.

The coin came down and into your hand.

Makoto promptly grabbed you by the shoulders and screamed into your chest.

It landed on the black side, tails, with a frowning golden jester's mask facing up.

Futaba was sure you were cheating somehow with your tosses.

She could do the math that told her the outcome of the toss in her head with ease.

And yet, with every toss, it almost never went the way she expected.

Every time she would smugly declare her choice, confident in her answer, it would land on the opposite side.

She had no idea how you were doing it, but you HAD to be cheating.

She was tempted to try and strangle the answer out of you.

Alas, she was afflicted with the most terrible of curses.

Weak Nerd Arms.

So, she had to try different means.

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Futaba turned the coin over in her hand, examining it closely at her desk while you smugly watched her doing so as you sat on her bed.

Futaba was getting irritated.

There were no imperfections on the coin, nothing that could skew the results that her math gave her.

She had even examined how you did it!

No sleight of hand, no tricks, nothing!

Futaba placed the coin atop her thumb and flipped high into the air with a solid Ting reverberating through the room, already doing the math in her head.

“Heads!” you declared with a smile.

“Tails!” Futaba exclaimed confidently.

Half a second later, Futaba threw the coin at you as fast and hard as she could.

You caught the pathetically weak lob with ease as Futaba slammed her head into her desk.

“Life Is Not Daijoubu.” Futaba muttered.

“Aww, I love you too.” you said smugly before walking over to kiss the top of her head.

Haru absolutely loved the coin.

Every second of her life had been planned out before she met you.

But now?

Things were random, left to chance.

It was exhilarating!

Why, it almost brought her as much joy as hearing the Shadows beg for mercy!

Not to mention the antics the coin could cause.

Several yes’s in a row and then a no to change it all.

The solid Ting The coin made whenever it was sent to the sky never failed to send a tingle down her spine.

Random chance leads to strange occurrences, strange occurrences leads to interesting decisions.

It was the path that following the coin always led down.

It was a truly interesting show to watch and partake in.

Especially when she was the one putting you on the back foot.

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“Dear, what is a “Sadist”, the others had me take a test and it said I was one?” Haru asked rather innocently despite her, admittedly, somewhat evil intentions.

She had to fight the urge to giggle when you looked at her as if a day you had been dreading for all your life had finally arrived before turning your back to her and flipping the coin.

Your shoulders promptly slumped and you looked to the heavens, seemingly trying to ask god “Why?”.

You then turned to her, looked her dead in the eyes with the most broken expression she had ever seen and proceeded to explain what a sadist was.

This was truly the most entertaining event to ever occur from the coin yet.

Sumire was intrigued by your habit of tossing the coin.

Leaving everything to fate, hedging all your bets on a 50/50 gamble.

You and Joker would probably get along.

That and probably correct her on the actual chances being something like 51/49 or something to that effect.

Nonetheless, the Ting of the coin never failed to grab her attention.

The questions you left to the coin always ranged wildly.

From what food you were going to eat for lunch to if you were going to randomly carry Sumiere around like a bride.

Your whims were always decided by the coin and Sumiere was always excited to see what the answer would be.

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“Uhh… Yoshizawa?” Ryuji asked as he peered out the window of Ren’s room.

“Yes?” Sumire answered while turning to the blonde.

“Is that your spouse down there?” the blonde asked.

Sumire flushed red before exclaiming for the thousandth time since you pulled that stunt.

“WE’RE NOT MARRIED!!!”

She had to bite the inside of her mouth to avoid adding on the “Yet” to the end of that sentence.

“Yeah, yeah whatever-” Ryuji began to say before the bell rang and the voice of The Boss rang out.

“Hey there! Yoshizawa’s upstairs with the kid and the others.”

“Thanks Boss! Would you mind going ahead and making me something to drink while I head up there?” you asked.

“No problem, the usual?” Sojiro asked.

The sound of the coin being flipped rang out.

“Dealers choice today, Boss.” you stated before the sound of someone walking up the stairs hit everyone's ears.

“Hello everyone!” you greeted before walking over to Sumiere.

You then proceed to gently place your hand on the side of her face, and kiss her on the lips.

After a few moments, you pulled away with a smile before saying “Goodbye everyone, it was nice seeing you all!” and then walking away and back down the stairs to grab and pay for your drink, leaving Sumiere blushing as red as her hair and a dazed look in her eyes.

“You’d think she’d have gotten used to them coming by just to kiss her by now.” Ann said as she flipped through her magazine.

“Yeah, then again, the coin does leave everything to chance.” Ren said before taking a sip of his coffee.

[puckpocketed]

5/08/2023 - Berkly Catton captains Team Canada to gold at the Hlinka Gretzky Cup, leading the tournament with 8 goals and 2 assists in 10 games || 19/01/2024 Meet the Future - Berkly Catton named Team White's captain for the CHL/NHL Top Prospects Game || 5/07/2024 - Berkly Catton signs his ELC with the Seattle Kraken

Introduction, quotes/transcripts/bits and pieces under the cut!

I can't even begin to describe how jazzed I am that Berkly Catton got drafted to a team I already love. I wrote in my Sharks off-season roundup that I was hoping against hope Catton would drop to 14th overall (back before we had moved up to 11th) and the Sharks would snap him up, as unlikely as it was that they'd try to gather more firepower when we sorely needed defensive prospects. I'm so glad I got my wish one way or another <3

Krakenblr you will LOVE this dude. He's such a star. Such a character. Berkly Catton is so, SO fun to watch. You have no idea!!! I followed him in the months leading up to the draft because there was buzz that he might be available lower down because of the Height Issue (he is, tragically, 5'11 <- which makes him undraftable unfortch) + concerns with how his game will translate to the NHL level. He is an electrifying playmaker. He's so creative, throws in so many fakes, WILL break ankles, very good hands... ough <3 everything I personally love to see in a forward all rolled into one neat little package !!!

There's the suggestion that he's been "over-scouted," which really just means they've all been watching him so long they're probably overthinking things and looking for stuff to critique. I'm inclined to believe this take over the other one because I'm an optimist and he was one of my little guys going into the draft! I won't include more of that here, but there's plenty of material out there if you'd like to look for it.

Below are some of my favourite bits and pieces from media he's appeared in <3

“I don’t like to give it away (pause) but I look at guys before games,” Catton revealed. “What’s weird is going from midget to junior hockey is a big jump. Last year I was learning. This year I wanted to add stuff. My pregame stuff and to look at guys doing draws and seeing what works. That’s pre-scouting on my end. If a guy has a certain move, and you can trump it early, it gets in his head a little bit. That helped quite a bit.”

“I think I sometimes have a problem with passing the puck too much. I love seeing my teammates score and setting up for an open net. It’s one of my favourite things in hockey, if not my favourite,” Catton admitted. “That’s something I can work on. When I get a chance put it home kind of thing. I got better this year at it’s still something I’d like to improve. Honestly, I’m a pass first mentality guy I would say.”

- Berkly Catton’s video scouting has improved his overall game

You know, when I first read and saved this article I was like; this prospect who reviews VIDEO is gonna haunt me. That's my weakness btw, I'm freak4freak. If you tell me a hockey player is also deeply infatuated with the game to the point of reviewing tape in their free time that's IT for me. it's JOEVER. i have a type and i know it <3 also wowie a pass-first guy who gets really really happy when his teammates score??? crying. crying. Berkly Catton . tucking uou gently away <3 forever <3

From A Day in the Life: Berkly Catton & Conner Roulette

Fave movie is The Notebook (<- unrelated there's a . really funny comment on this video from a philly fan lamenting that Catton likes the Notebook - I assume because that's some uhhh how do the kids call it,, femme soyboy shit? lmao anyway stay LOSING toxic masculinity !!!)

The boys call him 'Berk' <3

He talks about Jack Hughes being a big influence on him (in other media, he gives Hughes as a player comp!) and going to hang out and work with the Hughes family in Michigan. I sense a thread of admiration here like it's such a sweet little crush LOL <3 I hope he notices you Berkly !!

he gives the player of the match hat to a coach/trainer (one of the two) it's lovely... ouhhh... good little fella so polite and so conscious of staff being the foundation of his success... mwah!!

From Berkly Catton Talks Hockey Sense, His Start In Hockey & More | Game Tape With Tony

His father and grandfather built him a rink in his backyard, very sweet.

1OA in the WHL draft!

Anime main character levels of training-arc... my guy shot thousands of pucks over the summer in his backyard and then came back suddenly able to score goals. <- this is where the DIY goalie made of wood and blocker pads comes in. lol. lmao. are u even real.

sorry. sorry. OLEN ZELLWEGER MENTION. <- one of my personal favourite little guys (undersized puck moving defensemen my BELOVED) "Kind of a funny story [...] I pretty much had a breakaway, when he just turned backwards and played it as a 1-on-1 somehow, and I was like 'wow, this guy's the real deal', so." I really liked how Catton easily recalled a specific person/moment when asked who challenged him the most in the WHL; I think it speaks to a thoughtfulness about the game - it would've been easy to just give a vague Oh Everyone Is Good answer here and I like that he didn't!

There's a section where he talks about how he got so good at stick lifting, such an interesting perspective I never considered - he played in situations and against people where he couldn't just throw his body around to win, so he had to learn to get the puck in other ways. KEVIN KORCHINSKI MENTION <- another one of my little guys <3

mentions his dad being a big influence on his 'patience'. parents are so funny to me. ur watching your sons juniors matches? and Ohhhhh Chris Catton was a hockey player too . it all makes sense. Berkly Catton product of jockdad like so many before him <3

I do love that throughout this interview, Catton defers to his linemates a lot. Always hyping them up and talking about how he owes his success to them. it could be construed as false humility, given Catton was the highest scoring draft-eligible in the league - but he really does go out of his way to emphasise how highly he regards them and how much of their on-ice success is owed to good chemistry built up over the entire season. It strikes me as genuine!! He's a good boy <3

Revealed he can solve a rubix cube at the end... wow... he just liek me fr...

PLEASE watch this on-ice interview where he's chatting after a game and then gets ABSOLUTELY WASTED by 5 water bottles and all the boys. he is clearly so so so beloved in that locker room waaaahhh <3

Anyway this isn't an exhaustive list but it IS a lot of the reasons why I really liked him pre-draft. welcome to the deep Berkly <3

[mythica0]

Fop: a new wish Tword headcanons!

Because, once again, hyperfixation lol. In this is Dev, Hazel, Cosmo +Wanda, and Peri, in that order. (long post)

Dev (I love this silly lil guy)

-he is def a lee, although he likes twording ppl as well.

-he didn’t know until after he got really introduced to it(he always knew what it was and kinda what it felt like, but never really experienced it that much.) but he really likes being tworded. [don’t worry man, same 🙏]

-his death spot (and coincidentally, his favorite spot to be tworded) is his tummy!

-his laugh is the happiest sounding giggle you’ve ever heard. This laugh is so bouncy and bubbly and sweet. It’s the kind of laugh that you just know whoever’s producing it is having the time of their life.

-Whenever he’s tworded he stims, usually with flappi by his hands or little kicks. However, he never seems to try and get away.

-very easily flustered, both by the fact that he’s ticklish and that he likes it. however he can say the tword with ease(unlike me)

-would try to hold off his laugh but fail miserably

-he is weak to raspberries and tword games, but as much as he likes to deny it he loves them.

-after being introduced to twords, he gets lee moods, and the first one he ever got he did not understand. ‘Why do I feel all buzzy? Why do I want to be tickled?!’ Peri was happy to explain and assist (probs gonna write a fic of this one)

-Now, when it comes to being the ler, Dev is an absolute little shit.

-he likes to tword others, both because it’s fun for him and because he likes seeing others laugh. (He will tell you it’s just the first one. That it’s fun for him to make other ppl powerless)

-He’s pretty new to the whole thing, so he’s not super good at it yet, but he’s trying, and getting better!

Hazel

-She is a ler leaning switch!

-she loves to start tword fights and absolutely loves it as a bonding experience.

-Her laugh is very wheezy, but don’t worry she’s fine.

-her worst spot is her ribs

-She doesn’t actually squirm all too much, kinda just goes limp.

-she is immune to visual teases after the twords start, because as soon as she starts getting tworded she shuts her eyes.

-Hazel loves to use twords as a way to cheer up her friends. (Although she tends to leave Jazz out of it since she’s afraid of being tworded)

-she is not shy about her love of twords at all. She’s very open about it.

-I didn’t come up with this one,(that award goes to my mootie @randommusicalfluff) but after finding out Dev is twordish, she absolutely gets him any time he’s being pretentious or pushing people away.

-she uses baby talk. And lots of it. A fave of hers is definitely to just repeat the tword over and over again in a teasy voice.

Cosmo + Wanda

-putting them together cause they’re basically a package deal.

-both of them are even switches.

-they love to team up, but also love to get into tword fights with eachother.

-sometimes after a tword fight they’ll have a cuddle sesh and watch a movie

-Cosmo’s worst spot is his wings, and his laugh is very funny, and kinda high pitched.

-Wanda’s worst spot is her armpits, and her laugh is kinda rough but very sweet sounding.

-they will use their magic to their advantage in a tword fight, or when lering as a whole.

Peri (my fav boi!!)

-he’s a ler but he likes being tworded too.

-his worst spot his also his tummy (him and his godkid have something in common that way.)

-when he’s tworded he squirms but mostly just curls into a ball. Most of his movements are in his wings, which usually flutter around rapidly.

-his laugh is very smooth, but also very frantic sounding. And it can get very loud.

-Now, as you’ve probably gathered, Peri loves to tword Dev. Especially to cheer him up. He just loves to see his godkid happy.

-he has a ridiculously good sense of when someone is in a lee mood. He just knows

-he loves to make a game out of it, and is overall a very silly ler

-the more he can make someone laugh the better he feels.

-hasn’t thought about using his magic before, until he sees his parents do it.

And that’s all I have today! Hope you enjoyed reading these and expect more fics of these guys in the near future!!

[meowzfordayz]

when your gut hurts — kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: wasn’t sure how to title this in a way that would accurately communicate the subject matter and show up in tags. 😅💩

when your gut hurts — kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~500

CW: explicit language, poop, vomit

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi i’m not sure what this constitutes as a pick me up, emergency or wtv- i’ve been having a lot of abdominal pains and a lot of bowel issues(I haven’t gotten off the toilet in 10 minutes and I keep going between pooping and throwing up) recently and I was just wondering if I could get a HC List on how the Hashira’s would deal with their s/o being stuck in a similar position. I totally get if this is a bit too gross- and it’s 100% ok if you don’t do it but I hope to see it 🙏🤞

~faqs~

Since this is an emergency request (aka ~shorter than “normal” fanfics), I’m going to focus on Kyojuro (fan fave) ❤️‍🔥, Sanemi (my fave) 🤍, and Giyuu (also my fave) 💙

Very methodical and attentive ☺️

Genuinely unbothered bc he approaches your situation as

“They’re sick, and I get to take care of them.”

Remember how well he handled Tanjirou’s abdominal injury?

That’s him w/ you and your pain + bowel movements 🥺

Among other things, Kyojuro: makes sure there’s plenty of toilet paper in the house 🧻, cooks a simple broth to replenish lost fluids and nutrients (dw, it’s hard to mess up a recipe that’s primarily water), happily unclogs the toilet if/when need be 🚽, willingly takes on emptying-the-vomit-bucket duty 😅, and constantly switches between rubbing your stomach or playing cards/watching shows w/ you — in other words, keeps you company 💞

Depending on how long your symptoms persist, he’ll eventually gently recommend taking you to the hospital

But if you decline his recommendation, then he’s content to continue monitoring you at home instead ❤️‍🔥

Worried out of his fucking mind 😖

Gives zero fucks about how “disgusting” you currently are

Will immediately shush you and kiss your forehead/nose/cheeks 😤🤍

Altho, Sanemi’s equally likely to tease you, “Whoa, that one sounded especially wet 😏🥴💩,” if you seem to be in the right headspace for banter

Mostly, he’s attempting to lighten the mood so he doesn’t slip back into worrying 😃

Anticipates + takes care of your needs (i.e. liquids, meds, toilet paper, etc) before you do

But in a sort of stoic-nearly-grumpy manner 🙃

*cue Sanemi unceremoniously handing you a glass of lukewarm water*

*cue Sanemi staring at you until you take at least a couple sips*

Again, he isn’t upset

Just worried 🥲

Has to resist asking every other min, “How are you feeling?” bc obvi you’re feeling shitty ☹️

And he trusts you to tell him if you’re approaching the get-me-to-the-hospital lvl of concern

Ngl, Giyuu’s a lil lost 😵‍💫

He doesn’t mind the pooping and vomiting

Albeit part of him winces every time (he wishes he could take on your pain and discomfort 😓) 

But he is bothered by how ill prepared he feels 😕

Like, is holding your hair back while you puke really helpful? 😕

Does sitting outside the bathroom as you poop—to keep you company—actually comfort you? 😕 Or is it just weird of him? 😕

Should he prepare something for you to eat, or would that prolong your symptoms? 😕

At what point does he insist on taking you to the hospital? 😕

Ofc, he doesn’t voice his self doubt 🫠

Instead, Giyuu does what he would want you to do for him 💓

Admittedly, it takes him a long moment to think about what he would want in your position… he’s used to taking care of himself, and gets a lil emotional when he realizes he gets to lean on you now — and you on him 😭💘

[sebastianmichaelisslander]

my good friend i'm curious. because i am Very Normal about characters and i know you are also Very Normal about characters i would like to know. is there any kuro character you love enough/have enough thoughts about to write an essay on them? and why? because i know we have many characters we both love and some we disagree on i'd love to hear a bit of in-depth stuff about your faves!!

I am so, so, very glad I received this ask 😭🙏🏼💐 you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for something like this!!!

Alright, I’m going to talk about one of my comfort characters: Mey-Rin.

And as this blog is for (semi-jokingly) slandering Sebastian, let me begin by saying that Seabass absolutely does not deserve this girl:

I mean, just look at her. 😭🙏🏼

Where do I begin?

First off, I feel like she’d be sharper and more perceptive than she gets credit for. I don’t buy that she doesn’t suspect a thing about Sebastian. She’d know something is very, very off about him from the start, even if he does show her kindness she’s seldom experienced before. I also think that’s the reason she wouldn’t have acted upon the crush she had on him - not just because she isn’t sure of his own feeling towards her, but also because something tells her it wouldn’t end well.

These observational skills are also partly why she’s more emotionally intelligent than she thinks. She truly is the mum friend - very helpful, very protective, and always someone you can come to with your problems. If you’ve noticed, she’s fretting over Finny, Bard, Ciel and Seb at several points in the manga. I also see her as the sort who worries more than she should, especially about those she cares for. This would also make her quite the overthinker - the sort to worry about stuff after it happens as she’s often in situations where she needs to act in the moment.

Although she’s primarily a long-range fighter, I do think she’d know her stuff when it comes to hand-to-hand combat - enough to help her in sticky situations. She’s lived on the streets for a lot of her formative years, so she would know how to remain aware of her surroundings and have a mean right hook. I also write her as more assertive than in canon. Partly because I wish we got to see her shine more, and partly because I think it would be a given if you look at her backstory and what all she’s had to survive.

I also enjoy portraying her as the sort who lowkey has a sassy side, but only once she gets comfortable enough with the person for them to know it’s all in jest coming from her. She’d make a wisecrack and then apologise for roasting them. 😂😭

Now, going back to her and Sebastian because I still have more to say: I’m also not a Sebamey shipper as I don’t like how quite a few fics shipping her with Sebastian portray her as his doormat or some damsel in distress 😭 but even if that’s not the case, just the fact that it’s a canon possibility he’d use her just as he used Beast lowkey puts me off. I’ll still read fics in which he’s a good partner to her, though - they’re fun.

I also like to think that while she is infatuated with Sebastian at first, it eventually turns into an “I admire him and aspire to be as good at my job” sort of thing. I think she developed a crush on him because he was one of the few men who showed her genuine kindness - even if it’s part of his act. I think most of the men she’s come across were the opposite - and that she’d also had some genuinely scary experiences with them (which I have implied in my works with her). I also don’t think she’d trust them in a hurry, even if she appears unbothered by men she meets at first.

About her life after she starts working at the manor: much like any other woman, all she wants is to feel desirable, especially when she gets to dress and live as one properly.

I also think that she’s a romantic at heart who loves the idea of finding someone who loves her for who she is, although she probably feels it’s all but a pipe dream. I think she’s probably had an experience or two before - probably fleeting ones. Living out most of her life pretending to be a man meant she didn’t have many opportunities at all for this sort of thing, even on the down low. So she hasn’t had any proper experiences with romance. I’m remembering the panel in which she’s extremely flustered after Ronald flirts with her, saying that’s the first time she’s been hit on. I like to interpret that as her feeling like this is the first time someone has made genuine romantic advances towards her.

As for her hobbies and any other interests outside of her job… I don’t know why, but I see her as the artsy kind with humanities girl energy. She seems like the sort who’d be a great artist and surprisingly good at painting. I also like to think she’d try to read more after Sebastian teaches her how to, often using a small part of her wages to buy novels (she loves both the macabre ones and the sappy romantic ones, lol). She’d underline any word she doesn’t know, probably asking Sebastian what it means later on.

I’d like to know more about her pastimes, likes, dislikes, and her as a character overall in canon as well. There’s still potential to expand upon a great deal.

That’s it for now on her! I’m going to do Othello next 😂 and then Ludger, mayhaps - or William and Grelle. My brain isn’t working today, so apologies for any vagueness or if I didn’t explain myself too clearly dhfjdkdb 😭

[vinelark]

can you talk more about your writing process? do you outline? what does your drafting process look like? I love to hear about the ways my fave fic writers write because everyone is so different!

hello! a while ago i wrote a bit about the broad idea-to-ao3 journey my fics usually take, and i’m always happy to go more in depth about outlining/drafting since i find it really interesting when i see other writers talk about it too 😊

i do outline, and often extensively—my outlines start out long and get longer as i go. usually my initial outline is a basic version of me telling myself the story; i have all the major beats in chronological order and all the random details/scene ideas i’ve already thought of while brainstorming. it’s very messy and often just for me, so i’m barely even using punctuation at that point. but by the time i start drafting i know where the fic ends, even if i don’t know the exact final scene/beat. for example, before i started even drafting chapter 1 of bbts i already knew what all the 5 + 1 scenarios were, when the identity reveal dropped (and didn’t drop), who the Big Bad was, and how that overarching plot connected to each scenario, so i was ready to start filling in the actual story details from there.

after that my outlines are constantly growing documents because i jump around and add things as i go, getting more detailed the closer i get to drafting—by the time i reach a scene to actually write it, it’s usually pretty well beated out for me. i zerodraft scenes right in the outline document, and then draft over those zerodrafts, so the outline eventually becomes the fic itself.

here are a few examples of what some bits of bbts chapter 4 looked like in the outline by the time i started drafting it vs. the final fic (also copied under the cut because they’re a bit long for alt text):

i don’t write every day (i wish!) but i do usually at least open the document every day or jot down ideas. especially in a mad scramble after i shower, because i always end up planning whole conversations/action sequences in my head while showering or brushing my teeth or otherwise doing something where i can’t reach for my phone immediately 😅 i tend to outline/zerodraft quickly but draft slowly (details always take so much longer than i expect), but i do write faster and faster the closer i get to finishing a chapter/fic.

also, i workshop a lot as i go! going to friends like “hey i’m trying to [hurt a character in a specific way] but having trouble blocking the scene. can anyone help me achieve this more practically” is one of my favorite parts of the process.

text for outline vs. final snippets:

original outline:

have you ever been?

hmm? yeah i, uh, studied abroad here for a bit.

ah. kon should’ve figured;

before he can feel too disappointed, though, tim flashes a small smile and says, never seen it from this angle, though.

final snippet:

“Have you ever been?” Kon asks.

“Hmm?” The mylar crinkles as Tim leans further. “Yeah I, uh, studied abroad here for a bit.”

“Ah.” Kon probably should’ve figured.

Before he can feel too disappointed, though, Tim flashes him another smile and says, “Never seen it from this angle, though. Plane windows don’t really do it justice.”

original outline:

tim and bruce talking, bruce is like, yes, it’s safer the less people know who we are, but it’s not just about that. i want you to have something to return to. i want your civilian identity to be a haven—i don’t want robin to define you. if you ever stop being robin, i want you to still be able to be tim.

also if bruce wayne is compromised, it compromises my ability to keep you safe. i want you to be safe. but i also have another reason. it’s selfish of me. if tim drake is compromised, it would be much harder to keep you here with me, as my family. as someone i can care for as bruce wayne. and i want to keep you, tim.

final snippet:

Bruce holds up a hand. “It’s not that. That is—yes, the less people who know, the safer we are. But I’m trying to say…it’s not just about that. I have trouble explaining this part; it always comes out wrong. I think the first time I tried was the first time Dick called me a despot, actually.” He snorts, quiet and wry. “I’ll try to do better this time. What it really comes down to is this: I want you to have something to return to. I want your civilian identity to be a haven—I don’t want Robin to define you. If you ever stop being Robin, I want you to still be able to be Tim. If Tim Drake is compromised, it’s harder for you to have that option. And if Bruce Wayne is compromised, too, it compromises my ability to keep you safe. I want you to be safe. But I also have another reason, and this is the selfish part. The part I couldn’t explain right last time. Which is: if Bruce Wayne were compromised, it would be much harder to keep you here with me, as someone I can help in all of your identities. As my family. Not impossible—I would never let it be impossible. But it would make it harder, and that’s what scares me, more than the rest of it combined. Because I want to keep you, Tim.”

original outline:

oh, tim says. no, that’s. it’s fine. i didn’t. doesn’t know what else to say. it’s just. i’m robin, there on the tip of his tongue. he can’t say it past the hot embarrassment clawing at his throat, pulsing behind his eyes. he summons his mother, summons brucie wayne, summons normal, boring, see-through tim drake, and manages a vacant smile

final snippet:

The words have sort of been washing over Tim like a tidal wave, but he recognizes that he’s probably supposed to respond in some way. “Oh,” he says. “No, that’s. It’s fine. I didn’t.”

He doesn’t know what else to say. His hand is still resting against the mask in his pocket, I’m Robin right there on the tip of his tongue, technically irrelevant to whether or not Kon wants to date Tim Drake. But he can’t say it past the hot embarrassment clawing at his throat, pulsing behind his eyes. He wants to ask for a minute to think, to turn around so Kon can’t see his face, and immediately feels even more humiliated for needing that. He should’ve known. He should’ve known.

“Tim?” Kon says quietly.

Tim draws in a long breath. Another. He summons his mother, summons Brucie Wayne, summons normal, boring, see-through Tim Drake, and manages a vacant smile. “It’s fine,” he says. “I get it. Thanks for being honest.”

[ruyakasunshine]

Thank you for your last post about F1 fans. At times I wish everyone would just chill the fuck out. I understand being more prone to hype up ones fave and whatnot.

I even get the whole oh I hate Max winning all the time, as if we didn’t have the same with Lewis while he was constantly winning.

I’m not even surprised that people forgot what happened last season, two weeks or 5 years ago, I feel this sport suffered from recency bias like no else. But in a sport that lives off stats that are all still public and easy to look up and fucking Wikipedia… well I guess that might be to much to ask of some people.

At the end of the day I just don’t get why people worry so much about things they dislike. Just block everyone and everything and move on.

Hype up your fave and call it a day.

Hey!

I completely agree on the fact that people need to chill big time. It's honestly starting to become dreading opening the comment section under any f1 related post because I know that we're going to have the same discourses over and over again. And the worst part is that they are usually extremely biased discourses, so it's not even like the debates are productive.

And same, do I wish to hear something other than the Dutch anthem every weekend? yes. Do I wish to see a battle for championship, or even for p1 for at least one race? Absolutely. But those things aren't under Max's control. He is fast, he wins. That's it. And until any other team can make a rocket ship that can compete with the rbr one, with a driver that can control said rocket ship, that's how it's going to be. And it isn't like we can't appreciate the sport either way, there are 19 other drivers who all compete and try to battle the one before them for their place, watch them.

Honestly, it is sort of crazy to experience the recency bias first hand, and I can barely blame people to fall into it. I'm pretty new in this sport as well, so I cannot pretend to have the best takes when it comes to drivers' performances without looking into other peoples' analysis, but I guess that it is easy to fall into a narrative so well crafted by the big medias.

And as you said, with the stats, and wikipedia, it's easier to fall into it. The first thing I understood when I got into this sport is that every tiny bit of a detail counts in a race : the weather, the performances of the top teams (it's easier to be p1 if the top team is having issues), the performance and the quality of the car (which the driver doesn't necessary have control over), etc. Context is vital in this sport, the final ranking can only say so much. But people ignore it so easily and pretend to be specialists at analyzing the performance of athletes (who have trained their whole life for this sport, by the way) from the comfort of their couch, without taking any of these into consideration. Especially when it comes from a place of bias.

[lady-ashfade]

To be fair to that anon with a great request idea.

They probably sent it to a few as not all write the requests. Which is fair. You guys are the writers you guys get to chose what the hell you want to write.

I don’t think there is anything wrong with sending it to a few so long as you can link it to the request. That then shows how you were sent it if another writes their own idea for it too.

Plus being able to compare and see how different or how each writer might have been on the same wavelength for ideas is cool.

The only ones in the wrong are the muppets who think it is okay to send threats to people. They are the pricks. Not you, the writers or the anon, the person who wants an idea wrote out by multiple awesome writers.

You are valid in what you said but at the same time don’t take it out on request blogs/anons who just want to see their fave writers write what they thought of and see it brought to life by your awesome writing. Plus like I said above some ignore requests and some just don’t want to write that request which is fine. But that is why they send it to more than one.

I don’t mean to be a bad person here. Or a prick. I am going to be a prick to the jackarses though who think sending threats is something that should be done. You lot can feck write off. Let people enjoy writing what they want, let writers write a request that was sent to many and see how different but wonderful they could all be.

Anyway I am sorry this is so long. I hope it makes sense. You and anon = good, pricks who send threats which is why you wrote what you did = shitheads.

I hope you have a nice day and I look forward to reading more of your awesome fics. (I do hope one day you may decide to write what the anon wrote as it sounds like a wicked idea and with your amazing writing it would be so so so damn good, again it’s up to you. I understand if you don’t want to).

Have a good Sunday 😁

No I get where you’re coming from for sure. I hope one day we can all do the same requests.

But if I had wrote the request and didn’t see that someone else with a bigger platform did it- I’d most likely getting threats.

This is not mine, but a lovely person @starless-nightz

I am really upset that people do this is, which is why I put it in my rules. Which someone should always read. I was completely upset. I am valid in my feelings because I know first hand what things like this can do.

Link here for the post of someone doing something similar to someone else.

The problem with sending it to a few writers, it doesn’t go over well. If I didn’t see my FRIEND make it then who knows if someone else got it and they got hate, or me, or someone else.

And I already have a idea similar to that. But I will never write that request to show peoples that it’s completely wrong. I’m not mad at you lovely Anon! But theses things can’t be easily fixed. People need to learn. Also I’m not okay with writing what someone else has done for this reason. That’s a big no no in this community and I, and others feel strongly.

Anon might not have meant harm. But they could cause harm. And it’s in my rules-

Anyone sorry if I came off as a asshole but this really needs to be said. I’m so tired of seeing people get hate. It makes me really upset. But you’re lovely, and I also hope to do what you said in the future and get your point of view and wish- that we all can do asks. I just find it disrespectful.

Also if they weren’t Anon i would have messaged them privately instead of what I made.

I’m sorry to the person who sent that request, but it’s not something to do when many others with the same rules for requesting get ignored. I’m happy to talk to them privately and explain. But I will never, and I mean never be afraid to speak my mind.

Sorry if I seem like a asshole again, this message has made me cry and feel overwhelmed.

Edit: I am over having a panic attack- anon I love you and you’re really nice. I will try and be a better person

[eternalchaoschocolaterain]

The Most Powerful Waitress

Chapter five (my personal fave)

Chapter one: School's out

Chapter two: I'd hire me

Chapter three: No cure for me

Chapter four: Rinse and repeat

Chapter six: I don't know

Chapter seven (final chapter): No one knows

@whatwouldvalerydo since you asked 😊

Patience

‘Well it’s not my fault your filing system is so dumb!’

Merula dumped the last forms on the desk and stomped out of the office in the law department. Of course! She should’ve known a desk job wasn’t for her. This had been the most boring morning of her life. Checking forms and putting them in the right place? Who even considered that a job?! The work of her colleagues, who had worked themselves up from the absolute pit of boredom, sounded almost worse. Holding meetings, going over notes, filling in forms. This job would not get better in the future. Good thing they fired her now.

But that did mean she would have to find a new job again. Where the fuck was she supposed to look now? Merula stopped at the large fountain in the centre of the Ministry’s Atrium. The bottom was layered with coins from people wishing better for themselves. For a moment she contemplated making a wish too, but what good would that do? If you wanted something in life, you had to work for it.

So, what else could she do? She sat down on the fountain ledge and watched the people bustling about. Busy, busy, busy. Did they all like their jobs? They had to, right? How else did they get out of bed every day? People walked in all directions, paper airplanes flying over them. Sometimes they stopped to greet another with a smile. The sounds of their conversations echoed through the big hall.

‘How’s your day?’

‘Good! How about you?’

All empty small talk. This couldn’t really be what life after Hogwarts was all about, could it? Conforming oneself into a mindless worker bee. No. She thought back to her first job this week. Priya hadn’t seemed like a mindless worker bee at all and neither had anyone else there. That job would’ve been a good fit, but stupid Lee and Sarah had to go and ruin it for her. Everything would’ve been fine without them. And it wasn’t her fault the other jobs were just stupid as fuck. If they hadn’t fired her, she would’ve quit. No, her fourth job would be much better.

Fourth job.

Fuck. At this rate she’d become the laughing stock of the entire society. Something had to change. Her mind raced over all the possibilities, until she couldn’t ignore what all her experiences had in common. It had to be her, hadn’t it? Everyone complained about her. Too rude, too angry, too stubborn, too much of everything. Even Quinn had called her out on her temper. She let her fingers glide through the fountain water, making slow circles. Maybe if she had been slower to react at Lee and Sarah she would still be a part of the cure research team. Her lips twitched and her throat felt dry all of a sudden. Fuck, she needed a drink.

Only a few people were at the Three Broomsticks, probably because most people had jobs to go to on a Thursday afternoon. She ordered a mallowsweet butterbeer and sat in an empty corner of the cozy inn. The sweet liquid warmed her a bit and she watched Madam Rosmerta and the few other patrons. She laughed with a few who seemed like regulars and Merula realised she usually looked happy like that. Suppose she actually liked her job.

‘Hey! I’ve been waiting here for 20 minutes already.’ A man yelled from a table at the front of the inn.

Madam Rosmerta’s smile changed from effortless to something that looked a little less real, but she didn’t say anything when she came over to him. ‘What would you like?’

‘I don’t know, what do you have?’

Without hesitation Madam Rosmerta prattled of a list of drinks.

‘I’ll have a butterbeer. And you need to clean the table. I can’t drink if it’s this dirty.’

No commentary still. Madam Rosmerta just got out her wand and cast a cleaning spell before getting the butterbeer. She handed it to him in silence, still giving him her usual smiley service, but that was it. Realization hit Merula, that’s the attitude others wanted her to have. Calm and patient. It didn’t look hard, she could certainly do it. She needed a bit of practice and if she did, she could work anywhere. All she needed was the job. Madam Rosmerta had always been kind, at least she wouldn’t deny her because of her name. She finished her drink and followed Madam Rosmerta back to the bar.

‘You want to order something else?’ Rosmerta asked, her effortless smile had returned.

‘What’s it like to work here?’

Her smile grew. ‘It’s the best job I’ve ever had. Busy at times and sometimes I need a deep breath,’ she side-eyed the man for a split second, ‘but overall I love creating a place where people can come and relax. I’ve been a listening ear and shoulder to cry on for many. My favourite are the returning costumers. Some have become dear friends over the years. Why do you ask?’

‘I’m looking for a job.’

Madam Rosmerta looked around the pub, for what Merula didn’t know. but she seemed satisfied when she answered. ‘Come into the back for a moment.’ Merula followed her to a door behind the bar. It led to a room stacked to the ceiling with large labelled barrels. They halted in the middle of the room. ‘I could use the help, but aren’t you worried you might get bored here? I’ve heard some of your conversations over the years and I thought you had other ambitions.’

Of course she did. Who but Madam Rosmerta dreamed of working in an inn? But what else could she do? The few options she had, she’d ruined and she’d only picked them because they didn’t sound bad or least bad. It wasn’t- It wasn’t like she knew what she wanted.

She hugged her body. How did the Most Powerful Witch not know what she wanted? Everyone knew what they wanted. She’d heard conversations between Quinn and her friends. They knew what they wanted. She squeezed her upper arms. Whatever, there was one thing she wanted right now and that was to become patient like Madam Rosmerta. Which she would and she decided there was no sense in lying.

‘I do, but I don’t know what I want right now.’

She said it as fast as she could without stumbling over the words, but they still left a bitter taste in her mouth.

‘That’s okay. I suppose you can work here until you do. Can you start tomorrow?’

‘Yeah sure.’

‘Good, come by around two, that’s when its quiet. I’ll have time to show you the ropes before the evening round starts.’

They talked a bit more until another costumer interrupted them to order. Even though her body still felt heavy, her mind had stopped swirling. She could focus on her new goal: from tomorrow on she’d become the Most Patient Witch. Let’s see who’d fire her after that.

Casual wear is what Madam Rosmerta had told her, so Merula had chosen to wear her black ripped jeans, a green shirt, her black leather jacket and her trusted black boots. Stylish and assertive if she said so herself. The job itself was easy enough: taking orders, bringing orders. Anyone could do it. But the constant smiling and friendliness that Madam Rosmerta expected her to do, to reflect ‘the cozy and laidback atmosphere’ of the pub, got on her nerves after only a few minutes. But it was fine, this is what she came here to practice.

The afternoon progressed slowly and the pub became more and more busy into the evening. Meals had to be served and the smell of grease filled the inn, battling against the perfumes and body odours of the costumers. Demands for drinks increased. Costumers called her from all sides, shouting over the noises and the music or waving, some even lit up their wands to draw attention to themselves. Despite the obvious rudeness of it all (didn’t anyone know how to wait anymore?!), she hadn’t made one outward complaint yet. She was doing great.

‘Merula, come join us!’

She whipped around when she heard her name to see Haywood smiling and waving at her, at a table with Barnaby, Tonks, Egwu, McNully and Quinn, who looked a little surprised. She felt a stab of guilt at her look. Quinn had owled her, asking about her day and telling her about the decorating. The letter was somewhere in the library and she hadn’t even started a response, too frustrated to talk about yet another failure. She suppressed a grimace, but walked over anyway. Someone would have to take their order.

‘What are you doing here?’ Quinn asked and before Merula could answer, Haywood and Murphy had their own questions.

‘What have you been doing? I haven’t seen you since we got off the train.’

‘You know, I did not calculate the odds of bumping into Merula Snyde.’

For some reason that opened the floodgates and everyone started talking over each other. How her interviews had gone, did she have a job, didn’t she hate the Three Broomsticks for being crowded?

‘Can’t you just order some butterbeer? I have more tables to serve,’ she shouted to get over their noises. That stunned them all into silence. When the silence lasted too long Merula waved her notebook around. ‘Do I need to spell it out for you? I work here and if you haven’t noticed, you’re not the only costumers this evening, so I can’t afford to be caught slacking off. I don’t want to get fired again.’

‘Again?’ Haywood’s eyes widened.

Fuck. Why had she let that word slip?

‘It’s my fourth job this week. Apparently, I’m rude and difficult to work with.’

‘The fourth time?!’ McNully shook his head. ‘The odds of that are astronomical. I’ll have to do some calculating.’

‘It must’ve been a rough week for you,’ Quinn said and Haywood nodded.

‘Rough week?’ Egwu snorted. ‘I expected this. Look at her, if she glares any harder the table’s going to explode. You’ll be looking for another job tomorrow.’

Merula gritted her teeth. ‘If you’re not going to order something, I’m going back to work.’

‘I’ll come order at the bar when we’re ready.’ Quinn shot her an apologetic look.

Merula gave her a curt nod before hurrying off to the bar. She should’ve kept her mouth shut. Now all those idiots knew about her job troubles, just what she needed! Deep breaths. She’d show them she could keep a job. She’d keep this job and make them eat their words when she was still here next week. A large stack of empty mugs and dirty plates stood behind the bar, with Rosmerta nowhere in sight. Good, that meant she had an excuse to ignore costumers. She turned her back towards everyone and charmed the mugs to wash themselves. At least the dishes didn’t talk back or judge her. The stack slunk rapidly and her nerves felt less frayed with each passing moment. She could do this.

‘Oi! Waitress!’

She shut her eyes and took a deep, deep breath, before turning around with a look that she hoped didn’t spell murder, only to be greeted by a grinning Quinn leaning on the bar.

‘Three butterbeers, two pumpkin juices and a black tea.’

‘You think you can order me around?’

‘I couldn’t pass up the chance, could I?’

Tease. Merula fought to keep a smirk from her face and began working on Quinn’s order. ‘I think you should’ve.’

‘Oh?’ Quinn practically glowed. ‘I can’t wait to show you my place tomorrow. We’ll be finishing up the decorating later, so it should be all ready.’

‘All of you?’

‘No, just me, Penny and Andre. I’m sorry about him by the way.’

She shrugged. Egwu had never liked her, first because of who her parents were and now because of, well, her own actions. Dickhead. Someone like him would never understand what kind of pressure she had been under. She finished the order and put it all in front of Quinn, who made no move to leave. Not wanting to look like she was slacking off, Merula took a cloth and ran it over the bar.

‘How’s your job so far?’

Quinn’s grin faltered a small moment. Hardly noticeable, but it was there and Merula made a mental note to ask her about it tomorrow. ‘It’s good. I have a few nice colleagues. We got a tour around the office, which is big. They told us about the work we’re going to be doing, but we didn’t do any real work yet. How’s your job? I suppose things didn’t work out yesterday.’

‘I’ve decided to practice my patience- Don’t look at me like that! I can admit I have one flaw.’

‘I didn’t mean-, I’m just a little surprised is all, but I think it’s brilliant that you want to work on it. Seriously. You’re amazing.’

‘Yeah, yeah.’ Her cheeks grew warm. ‘I know. Now go bring your friends their drinks. I’ve got more work to do.’

Quinn waved her hand to get the mugs floating in front of her. She made a quick kissy face at Merula, which did nothing to cool her cheeks. In an effort not to let others see her like this she gathered some more empty mugs and dirty dishes. She focused her attention to one side of the inn as much as she could, so as to avoid Haywood’s questioning looks and McNully’s attempts to turn her life into his statics. As the evening went on she entered a sort of rhythm, taking orders, bringing orders, doing dishes. Again and again. A routine that already bored her, but she could handle boring if it meant she could find a real job after this. She’d prove herself.

Madam Rosmerta seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at once, carrying endless mugs between the tables. With a smile on her face she swivelled around flailing arms like she saw them coming, never spilling a drop. She made small talk with everyone, something Merula didn’t seem to be able to manage. She didn’t get beyond ‘how’s your day?’ and giving some sort of smile when they answered. None of the strangers here had anything interesting to say, so what was she supposed to talk about?

After a while Quinn came up to the bar again.

‘Ready to order another round?’

‘No, I just wanted to say I’m leaving.’ She held up a letter. ‘My first assignment got dropped off at my place. So, I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘They’re giving you an assignment now? I thought it’d be more like a 9-5 job, being at the ministry and all.’

‘It’s not, but I’ll explain more tomorrow.’

‘Alright, good luck.’

‘You too.’ Quinn smiled and went to the fireplace.

The later it got, the more butterbeers got swapped out for stronger drinks. Costumers got louder, more jovial and at times even generous. Turned out smiling at strangers had some perks. But some got ruder and more demanding. The good thing that came with the increased demands was more dirty dishes. Who would’ve thought she’d sort of like doing other people’s dirty dishes? But they were a perfect excuse not to interact with people.

She had to serve Quinn’s friends a few more times and hear about them gushing to each other about their jobs. Seemed like they all were doing exactly what they wanted. They kept trying to ask about her, especially Haywood, but after ignoring all their questions they seemed to get the hint. Through it all she managed to stay calm and sometimes even nice. Just a few more days of this madness and she would be ready to try for a real job again.

A guy had settled himself at a table near Quinn’s friends and she went over there to take his order.

‘What do you want?’ She greeted him with a smile.

He smiled back, staring right into her eyes. Mouth slightly open, eyes wide. Did someone stun him or what? She shuffled her feet and looked at his forehead to avoid his boring gaze. If he didn’t speak up soon she’d leave.

As if he knew that she wanted to leave, he finally spoke, though still with that dumb look on his face. ‘You’re really pretty.’

‘I know.’ That was the holdup? Like she needed him to tell her. ‘Are you going to order something or what?’

‘Can I order a date with you?’

‘No.’

‘Why not?’

Too dumb to understand the word no. Of course. ‘Because I don’t want to. Just order something to drink already.’

‘Why not? I’m really nice once you get to know me.’

‘I don’t care.’ Merula rolled her eyes and went back to the bar.

What an oaf. He wasn’t even nice now, no need to get to know him. It would probably only get worse. She made sure to help some other tables before returning with cherry rum and honey mead to Quinn’s friends. She deliberately ignored the guy, Rosmerta could help him.

‘Just go out with me.’ The guy tugged on her jacket.

Merula jumped back. ‘Don’t you fucking touch me!’

He made a face, but Merula stomped off before he could utter more bullcrap. Fuck, this would be a real test for her nerves, but she could do it. The Most Powerful Witch could do anything, even not destroy someone who clearly deserved it. She focused on the other costumers, tried to keep her glares to rude costumers to a minimum and to stay as far away from the guy as she could.

‘Merula!’ Haywood called her over when she got near again.

‘More cherry rum?’ She looked at Haywood’s rosy cheeks. It was just her and Tonks now.

‘Nooo, I wanted to ask if you’re okay.’

‘Yeah, what was that about?’

‘Just an insufferable twat trying to ask me out.’

Tonks burst out laughing so hard her hair went through the full rainbow. She choked out some words between the chortling. ‘You? ‘e, ‘e asked you?’

What was she trying to say? That she wasn’t desirable? That no one could ever want her? Fuck that, she should tell her exactly- She balled her fists and took a deep breath. No. Not doing that.

Just a few more hours and you can take it all out on your dummy back at home.

She’d destroy that thing until she calmed down again. However long that would take. Just a few more hours in here. She could do it. She could keep a job and not add to McNully’s statistics. Fucking McNully. Who calculated statistics on their classmates?! Whatever, there better be some dirty dishes at the bar. But instead of dishes the guy leaned on the bar. Nope. She turned to find Madam Rosmerta. Let her deal with the git.

‘No, no, wait! I want to order now.’

Madam Rosmerta wasn’t anywhere near, so Merula took a notebook and waited for the guy to speak.

‘Oh, uh, I want a butterbeer and… chips.’

She scribbled it down without responding and handed it to the kitchen. Then she turned her back to him to do the dishes.

‘What would be your dream date?’

How braindead was this guy? She fought the urge to turn around and throw a mug at his face.

‘Just give me a chance.’

‘Dude!’ She whirled around. ‘I will never date you. I don’t like guys and even if I did, I’d want one who understood the word no.’

A few people were looking now and some women held up their drinks as a cheers to her. See, it wasn’t her fault. Everyone could see that this guy had air for brains. Fucking twat.

‘You’re not a lesbian.’

‘I’m a walking stereotype!’

‘Just one date.’

‘Fuck off!’ She whipped out her wand. ‘Or I’ll make you.’

‘Stop that!’ Madam Rosmerta had rushed over and looked between them. ‘What’s going on?’

‘He keeps trying to ask me out.’

Madam Rosmerta’s face darkened and she turned to the guy. ‘You keep harassing her and I will ban you from ever coming back, understood?’ He nodded. ‘Now go back to your table.’ She turned to Merula when he left and touched her arm. ‘Don’t raise your wand again, please. If he gives you any more trouble, come to me. I don’t tolerate that kind of behaviour from my guests.’

‘I’m not fired?’

‘No, but this is a warning. Just come look for me next time, alright?’

Merula nodded and went back to the dishes. When the kitchen had the chips ready, she looked around, but Madam Rosmerta wasn’t near again. Fine. She’d bring it. She hadn’t set him on fire yet, she could manage for one more interaction.

‘Come join me.’ The guy patted the empty seat next to him. ‘We can have these chips together.’

Ignore him. You can do it.

‘Just one date. I promise you’ll- what the fuck!’

Butterbeer dripped down his face, chips got in his hair, his shirt, his lap. The plate and mug crashed to the ground, shattering to pieces. The guy kept shooting daggers at Merula, but she didn’t care. He was lucky she hadn’t smashed that mug in his face. Costumers from tables all around them fell silent and looked up. Laughter rang out from a table close by. Merula whipped around. Tonks. Of course. Her hair went through all colours again.

‘You want to be next?!’

That seemed to do nothing but fuel her laughter.

‘She’s mad! She threw it all over me.’ The guy whined and Merula turned to see that Madam Rosmerta had joined in the mess.

‘Och, sod off! You probably deserved it. Get out of my pub and don’t you dare ever coming back here.’

He turned his glare to Merula. ‘This is your fault. I’ve you’d just given me a chance-’

‘Get out!’ Madam Rosmerta put her hands on her hips, eyes glowering. The guy shot one last glare at Merula. When he left Madam Rosmerta turned to her. ‘I’m sorry, Merula, but this shouldn’t have happened.’

‘It was an accident!’

Madam Rosmerta raised an eyebrow.

‘I didn’t plan for it to happen.’

‘You should’ve planned to get me. I would’ve kicked him out before this happened. I’m sorry, but I have to let you go. I told you to come look for me. I get that he was a complete arse, but you can’t do this. Costumers like that aren’t a rarity. I fear this just isn’t the job for you.’

‘Whatever.’

‘I hope you’ll find a job more suitable for you soon and you’re always welcome back for a drink.’ Madam Rosmerta looked apologetic. ‘I’ll clean up this mess.’

For a moment Merula stared at her while she cleaned up the mess, then she felt an arm around her shoulder.

‘That was amazing.’ Tonks hiccupped against her, still laughing. ‘S’that how you got fired from your other jobs too? I wish I could’ve seen it.’

‘Fuck off.’ She shrugged her arm off and made a beeline for the door. The sooner she got home the better. That dummy still needed some destroying.

[hhighkey]

Maybe some fluffy headcanons for Rengoku, Tomioka and Nanami? <3 Maybe how they would find out they are in love with someone and how they would proceed from there, for example?

//AN: ahhh this is so cute! hope u like it!! these are da my fave characters :)

KNY and JJK Headcanons

FIGURING OUT THEY'RE IN LOVE

With Rengoku, Tomioka, Nanami

Rengoku Kyojuro (KNY)

rengoku is tough to pinpoint

he's pretty self aware and was old enough to see the loving interactions between his parents before his mom died

he has always seen how kind you are to everyone you meet

your smile makes his even bigger if that's possible

you're his whole world even above his position as a hashira

he's vowed to protect you

but he worries

worries about how you really feel

there are days his confidence, optimism wavers

days where he wishes to confine himself away as he thinks of his family, thinks of all the pressure and danger he faces

it's a lot

you've always been there since you met at the butterfly mansion as a nurse

since meeting you, he has another person to come home to outside his brother

yet he still tries to avoid those feelings

it's unfair to you

if or when the day he doesn't come home arrives

and he's dedicated himself to helping others and you're slowly breaking down those walls of what he thinks he doesn't deserve

so it's the day you meet senjuro

rengoku had an errand to run and asked if you wanted to accompany him

you were overjoyed at this! this man lights up your life in so many ways, you already know the love you have for him in your heart

meeting his brother is special to you

and senjuro loves you

rengoku watches the way you two interract. watches his brother smile wide as he talks about his passions to you

you're so receptive and encouraging of him

it made his chest burst

in that moment rengoku realizes he can't deny that he loves you anymore

you've been his safe person for months now and he can't let you slip through his grasp

that night when he takes you back to the butterfly mansion, he holds your hand the whole way. his large hand engulfs yours as he gives little squeezes

he's nervous

you're nervous

but as you two reach the entrance he clears his throat

"i love you!"

he says it so proudly, from deep within him you swear the whole mansion probably heard

you're beaming, then throwing your arms around his muscular torso to hug him as tight as you can

"oh kyojuro i love you too, i never thought you'd say it."

"i'm sorry for the long wait." he says so warmly you know he means it

you two share your first kiss under the glittering moonlight and the two of you swear you've never been happier

seriously, rengoku would be such a perfect partner

and three kanoes may have been watching the whole exchange cheering him on

Tomioka Giyuu (KNY)

this boy doesn’t even know he has feelings for you

he just follows you around

stares at you

always making sure your safe (even if you’re a demon slayer or just someone who works at butterfly mansion)

you’d think by his over protective nature you were already dating him

it’s not until shinobu makes fun of him does he realize something

tomioka literally thinks something’s wrong with him when he feels nervous around you or butterflies in his stomach

so he goes to shinobu

she dead stares at him in disbelief and spells it out for him

you’re endearing, attractive, smart. how could he ever pull you?

he’s realizing why he wants to be with you every second he’s not on a mission

you don’t see him for a few days because he’s internally panicking over the fact he loves you

the dude realizes he knows all your personal secrets, favorite things, how to comfort you, everything

you just ramble to him as he listens and nods. you take him on all your errands. you include him in your hobbies

how had he not seen this sooner?

but what if he dies?

what if you die?

after a few days you decide something is definitely wrong- your hashira shadow is is missing and he’s not on a job

you march to his estate, letting yourself in

he’s dressed in uniform but sitting out on his engawa

for a few moments you let yourself admire the beauty that is tomioka giyuu before you knock on the wood to get his attention

“you okay?”

he knew you’d been standing there, he figured you’d come visit

“i don’t know,”

tomioka is barely ever emotional around people you’ve learned. he has some complex. keeps to himself. he’s difficult

but you don’t care about what others have to say about him

you love him

“i’ve been wondering where you’ve been,”

“thinking about you,”

you sit down besides him, feet in the grass as you bask in the sun

“wanna talk about it?”

you’ve always wondered if he needed the push

you never wanted to cross boundaries

“i’m in love with you. i’ve been so blind i didn’t see it… and then shinobu smacked me on the head about it.”

she would

“giyuu-“

“-it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way,”

“you’re so dumb, of course i do. i’ve loved you for awhile now. i wasn’t sure how you felt and all.”

he smiles

leans in and you two share your first kiss

“i’m never letting you go now,” he’s so happy aw

the hashira are in some shock when they hear you two are finally together

but the two of you are happy

and boy maybe it’s made his ego a little worse

Nanami Kento (JJK)

he’s definitely blind to his feelings at first, never wanting to get attached to anyone romantically with this line of work

so he’s aware of them pretty quickly; but he’s pushing them away

you’re younger- some sort of new faculty at the Tokyo school

it’s your first day and gojo’s newest pray- which nanami comes to your rescue

after days to weeks of running into each other with small talk, discovering similar interests and goals, he realizes he wants to take you out

you're absolutely stunning, you take his breath away, leaving his stomach to do flips after each encounter

which scares him

he doesn't know if he deserves this, could risk this, but he can't leave you alone

nanami’s a proper man, serious about everything he does

you’re no different in that way

he takes you out for coffee, lunch or dinner, whichever you’re in the mood for - all to see your infectious smile

he’ll call you often while he’s away to let you know how he’s doing

if it’s late, he’ll accompany you on your newest endeavor not wanting you to get hurt

you never open any sort of door when he's around, you'll always walk on the inside of him

you’ve been head over heels for him for weeks now

all you want is for nanami to ask you out! what a stubborn old man

it's a stormy night when there's a knock on your door

nanami is standing on the other side of the door, suit jacket drenched

he has some cuts of his face, blood on his once perfectly pressed suit

your heart plummets

he watches you run around trying to make tea, finding an old shirt of your brother's he can fit into, and looking for bandages

it makes him smile over how worried you are

he could have died, both you know the chances

but that night, all nanami could think about how was he could die tomorrow and he wants to live a full life

if he never got a chance to make you his, he'd regret it

in the midst of your fussing he takes you aback as he lifts your chin so your gazes meet

your mesermized in his eyes finally not wearing the damn glasses

"i didn't mean to make you worry, but i had to see you. one more day without you as mine may have killed me.”

"huh? kento what are you saying?"

"i'm in love with you."

oh my god you're grinning

"can i kiss you?"

you don't even answer, you just close the gap by pressing your lips to his

"about time."

[imagine-lcorp]

No Light, No Light (One Shot)

A/N: Helloooooo agaaain, my lovely dears! It’s been a while, uh? Did ya miss me? I know i’ve missed you! I’m really sorry about the big unannounced hiatus, I just gotta say things happened and well, that’s life. Does that mean I’m back? Kinda, and let’s hope. Meanwhile, pls enjoy this little piece of work, inpired by my fave band F+TM and the song with the same title, go listen to it!! I hope you like it and as always, tell me what you think, come say hello, and update me on what’s been happening with y’all. Love you my dears!! Ive not forgotten about u!!  

Lena Luthor x R//Word Count: 1,634 -------------------------------------------------

There is a darkness inside of every person.

A darkness, so hidden and so deep, that once freed devastates everything in its path.

Darkness that turns gentle hands into steel claws and baby blue eyes into violent light, tinted in red.

You remember seeing it once before. A symbol of bravery and hope turning into the city's worst nightmare in the blink of an eye. All good deeds suddenly forgotten and replaced by immeasurable fear. Something you never imagined to ever live it in the flesh.

You wonder how long it has been nesting in her heart as she grabs you by the collar of your uniform and pins you against the wall, threatening to crush your ribs and squeeze your heart if she so desires. But you would be fooling yourself if you pretended not to know the answer.

That's when you think about her. Her green eyes, her playful smile, her soft touch. If these are to be your final moments, you may as well go with a hint of paradise in your mind, instead of the hell that rages behind those eyes.

"You really thought I wasn't going to notice you?" Kara holds your sniper gun with her other hand and smiles. "I could hear your heart beating since you arrived here."

Her hold on you gets a bit too tight for your liking and you hold onto her arm. Your mortal hands can't do anything against her grip and, while feeling your heartbeat hard against your ribcage, you silently course your tell-tale heart.

She moves her head closer to you, a predatory look in her eyes which glow red behind blue irises.

"You should have pulled the trigger when you had the chance." She closes her fingers around your gun, crushing it in half and tossing it to the floor.

She's right.

J'onn had tried to warn you and if Alex had known before she would have given the order too. Now there's no escape and you don't believe you have enough time for a miracle to happen.

"Yeah." You respond with a hoarse voice. "I should have."

By the expression in her face you know you should have regretted your words.

You shouldn't be playing. Daring her in a moment when the word friend has lost all meaning. Hell, you're not even sure if you were even friends to start with. Otherwise, you think, how could this be so easy for her? How could it had been so easy for her before?

The comms in your ear turn on without a warning and her voice it's the only thing that stops your mind from sinking into less grateful memories.

"(Y/N)?" Lena calls you, and you wish you could die with that sound echoing in your ears. Your name in her mouth, even with the evident concern, is the chorus of an angel.

It takes a second for that image to shatter as Kara hears it too and you can tell, by the smirk that her lips draw, she's going to enjoy what comes next. The alarms in your head go off, whatever she's planning, it's nothing good.

"Len-" You try to warn her but the pressure you felt a second ago crushing your chest is now threatening to squash your throat.

Kara's fingers are wrapped around your neck, pulling you up from below your jaw with enough force you have to stand on your toes. You have no other option but to strengthen your grip on her arm, that if you don't want to lose your head.

With her free hand, Kara reaches your ear and pulls your comms out to put them in her own ear.

"Hey, Lena."

On the other side Lena freezes, not expecting her to answer. It takes a moment to imagine the smirk on Kara's face. That smile she used to love, now twisted and dangerous like shark teeth, ready to draw blood.

"Kara, stop. Don't hurt her." Lena pleads.

"Hurt her? No, of course not. We're just talking." Kara turns to look at you, the smile still on her face as she takes the comms and moves them closer to you for a moment. "Wanna talk to your girlfriend?"

You want to scream.

"Sorry." Kara responds after watching you struggle with her hand constricting around your neck. "Seems like she can't talk right now."

"Kara, please, this isn't you. You were poisoned with red kryp-"

"This isn't me?" Kara cuts in. "Maybe this is who I've always been."

Fear comes crawling up your throat as she takes a step back and looks at you.

"I'm one of the most powerful beings on this earth and I had to make herself small for you, so you would accept me, love me. I've spent my life pleasing you just so I could get the scraps. Well, I'm sick of it." You see the moment realization dawns on her. "Maybe I just needed a little push to help me see it."

Her eyes suddenly ignite with a new light, like a spark at the end of a dynamite stick. It leaves you breathless, even more than her hand around your neck.

"Maybe that's what we all need."

You feel some relief as your feet finally touch the ground, letting you rest for moment before she stars to drag you like a ragdoll across the roof.

"I want it all, Lena, not just the scraps."

You're sure Lena is still trying to convince her she isn't like this. That she must stop whatever she's about to do and to please, please, not hurt you in any way. You also know it's of no use as you reach the edge of the building.

Kara lets go of your neck, and you stumble backwards. She grabs you once again by the collar and another playful smile appears on her face, delighting on your fear as you hold onto her for dear life.

By pure instinct, you turn your head right and left, trying to catch a glimpse of what is happening around. From the corner of your eye, you can see the chaos that reigns below in the streets. Down there, you can hear the sirens of police cars and ambulances rushing to help the people of National City.

There are little fires everywhere and no one can seem to put them out.

You remember the fight that caused it all, J'onn and Alex doing their best to keep the Girl of Steel at bay. You saw it all as you looked through your scope, waiting for their signal. When J'onn couldn't move anymore and Alex became paralyzed, not wanting to fight her own sister, you knew you should have moved your finger. Kara's words come to your mind, you should have pulled the trigger when you had the chance.

Now, it is too late for any of you. There's nothing left but the void of the fall that surely awaits once Kara is done with you.

"Poor Lena, always having to rescue you. I always wondered if she ever got tired of that." She raises a brow at you, taking your comms off her ear and finally tossing them to the ground. She doesn't need to listen to Lena now. "Wouldn't it be better if she didn't have to worry about you anymore?"

"She wouldn't worry if you weren't out your mind." You dare, trying to keep your voice from trembling.

"Out of my mind? No, (Y/N), I've never been as lucid as I am right now. I want what's best for Lena. Obviously that isn't you."

"You think it's you?"

"I know I am." The smirk comes back to her lips. "Otherwise, why would she have been with me when she was still with you?"

Rage breaks into you as you realize the meaning of her words. Your hands, wrapped around her arm, hold tighter.

"Oh, she never told you?" She scoffs, feeling like she has already conquered the world. "Then let me tell you, I think you deserve the truth."

The anger is visible in your features as Kara pulls you towards her, keeping you away from the edge just long enough to spill her bane.

"Remember our little mission in the North Pole? When Lena and I got stuck in the Fortress and you were so far away with the team that you couldn't reach us? Well, as you know, I was having a bit of trouble with my powers and while we waited for you, we had to find other ways to keep us warm. If you know what I mean."

Against your will, you remember.

You remember it all.

"I know."

Some of your anger fades. This is a battle you won't let her win.

"I've always known."

Your answer takes her by surprise.

Time stops for a moment, giving you two a second to really look into each other. No more lies, no more pretenses.

"After that mission, it was obvious. Lena never talked about it more than necessary and you avoided the conversation entirely. You couldn't even look me in the eyes."

How different those eyes were from the ones that look at you now.

"It was all the same to me."

The rest of the world fades as you look at each other and your revelation comes out of your lips.

"'Cause, in the end, Lena still chose me."

She chose me instead of you, you want to say.

You think about her once more. Her eyes, her smile, her touch. Her love. Kara frowns as the darkness comes creeping once again behind those baby blue eyes.

"And now she can choose better."

The void behind your back grows claws ready to pull you down, and the light fades as you feel that final push on your chest.

[annerbhp]

By any chance, would you have any tips for being an adult fanfic writer for a tween/youth targeted series?

I have just started to publish my own fanfic after many years as a fanfic reader (and Changeling/Armistice are personal faves) … but I’m feeling like I’m really “other” as an adult writer within the fandom demographic.

I’m literally writing because my kids got me into a series they love… but now I’m a generation removed from the audience. It’s… strange, and I don’t know if there’s some secret to navigating it!

I suppose I have two main directions that my thoughts go to:

Audience. I think the very idea of young adult and youth designations on media (books, tv shows, whatever) is pretty strange. On the one hand, these designations might often be about reading level or signalling that certain inappropriate adult content is not present (for some measure of adult and some measure of inappropriate). But that's more about why someone who is younger might not or maybe should not engage with adult content. That isn't about adults not engaging with youth content. I guess I'm trying to say that the demographics of an audience is simply who engages with it, not who it is aimed at? You are part of the audience. You're not removed from it. It's a piece of media you engaged with and meant something to you in some way. That's real!

If you are interested in writing about teens or other youth experiences as an adult, the only thing that immediately comes up to me is that you should write from your own experiences. And I don't mean this as a trite "write what you know". When I wrote The Changeling, it wasn't about Harry Potter or the youth demographic who might be reading it, it was about my own experiences being a young girl, the questions I had, and maybe some of the things I wish I had had, some of the conversations that would have meant something to me. It was never about preaching to anyone or trying to speak to someone else's experiences, it was a dialogue with my own younger self. We've all been there, right?

I mean, let's be real a minute. Who exactly do we think the authors/writers of the original content were? Were they kids? Likely not. You're engaging in media written by adults for a younger audience.

I ultimately refuse to believe there is anything inherently cringe about any of this. Which is not to say that I never paused and thought about it or wondered. I just believe that if you enter authentically, are willing to self-reflect, the writing itself isn't really an issue.

Now, the bigger issue might be if you are interacting with other fans, in that way I would be very careful and never make any assumptions about the people you might be interacting with. Don't assume you are speaking to other adults. I'm not saying I never interact with younger fans in any spaces, but I set very clear boundaries and do my best to conduct myself in a way that is respectful not only of others, but of myself. Be authentic and lead with compassion. Those are never bad things to center around.

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🐝anon

I’m starved for ace content lol, I saw you updated your catace fic!! I was actually gonna ask if that one was abandoned when I saw you updated it lolol it’s so good I love catace. Ace is fairly good at reading people so like maybe he can tell something’s a little off about cater but caters gotten so good at hiding that ace is able to push it aside until they get close and ✨feelings✨ happen, I love the “oh fuck I like them” moments. Maybe ace is a little apprehensive bc cater is happy and open with anyone and feels cater isn’t sincere but he also doesn’t see the way cater is more gentle with his hugs or how he doesn’t hold anyone’s hands but aces, your honor i love them 😭

But do you have any catace headcanons to share or any headcanons really, I wish there was more basketball trio stuff bc they are my fave club they’re dynamics are so funny and I think they’d all be really cute together

Basketball club is also great bc they are so different like completely different backgrounds to play with and see how interaction turns out

Treyridoace I think is also an interesting interaction, I love your treyace and riddance interactions and I think the three together would be interesting too, I imagine there’s some good room for lots of angst lol, maybe ace feels a little left behind bc of Trey and riddles history? Or like he’s gonna be the last one left at nrc so I imagine he’d be real sad about that

Anyway I totally relate to the lack of good ace content 😭 I don’t mind reader inserts, I think a lot of them are really sweet but I also really want ace and canon character interactions that don’t completely butcher his character 😭 I really dislike when him and deuce get reduced to troublemaking idiots bc that’s so that they’re character, or when ace is a complete ass bc yes he can be a jerk but he’s also so friendly in his vignettes and the ones he appears in others and he like totally adores his upperclassmen like?? Anyway I had a lot I need to dump out lol

Sorry for the longish ask!!

Babes I was honestly so stuck on how to answer this because it was like IDEAS but it was also like ideas.

Anyways first things first! Catace! I was procrastinating doing my assigments and I stumbled back into it and I was like oh yeah! Chap 3! But yeah! The both of them only showing their real sides to each other is my favourite thing ever and it's just so soft? Like idk i just love the both of them

Catace headcanons:

When they first went out they didn't tell anyone because they wanted to see if anyone would work it out' Turns out everyone thought they were fighting with each other because they both wouldn't publicly acknowledge the others existence because they didn't want to tip anyone off.

Due to the opposition of their taste pallets kissing is a 50/50 chance of either one of them jerking back because the other had eaten something salty or sweet.

Ace likes to sit on Cater's lap and do his makeup whilst cater likes to do Ace's nails when the younger is sat on lap watching a movie. It's therapeutic for the both of them.

When Ace gets jealous he either gets bratty or he starts crying, which either amuses Cater or makes him want to dig the other persons grave. When Cater gets jealous Ace just winces in sympathy for the poor soul flirting with him.

Basketball club! Honestly it still pisses me off that we don't get a personal story from their club cards because what I would pay to see a normal day in that club is unreal.

Floyd and Jamil enjoy teasing Ace way too much but the moment they sense someone else do it they wrap their arms real tight around Ace. Ace fears for his life eveytime Floyd's arms wrap around him.

One time Ace faked crying to see what they would do. He still cackles when he sees the fear in their eyes as they realise they made him cry (one time they did make him cry and he didn't talk to them for a week. After that they shower him in more praise and gifts)

Datenights either consist of movies, walking across the beach or cooking. It has varying results of sucess.

Treyridoace is honestly just Ace and struggling to deal with authority figures lmao. Trey has a lot of fun teasing them both because they are both so gullible it's painful. Riddle enjoys teasing Ace and pushing his buttons because it's fun to see Ace riled up and blushing, and still managing to succeed in whatever Riddle teased him about. Ace at first didn't do much in terms of teasing and the 3 had a long discussion about power dynamics and all agreed that punishment wouldn't change from when before Ace was even in the relationship.

Self-insert for me is tricky because so far all the one's I've found make Ace unbearable or the bad guy in one way or another. Few of them are in a way I like to characterise him and I've seen some of the others x reader and it's actually universal how badly Ace's character gets treated whenever it's x reader or with a character shorter than him. That's why I maily stick with x canon and stick with floyd and them lot because despite how cripilingly low there are fics of them, at the very least I can enjoy them without feeling icky inside.