#i've even seen some people be like 'oh will stopped straightening his hair!' bro in what world was that child doing anything

[reikunrei]

everyone being like "yay will's hair looks cute now" "yay he actually looks good" you are all weak. the clean bowl cut fit his character. it's perfect. it's silly. it's cute. this is NOT will byers.

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

a discussion of jabberwock with team interaction hcs + deeper nash analysis

for anon who asked "Can we get some headcanons for jabberwock members or like headcanons when they're together? (its okay if it was jason or nash only)" and made me realise it's about time i get these guys' personalities down

note before we start: cause i didn't know their names until i wrote this

zack is the bald one, allen is the one with a headband, nick is the other white guy apart from nash.

team hcs

nick gets bullied for being under 6ft, but not by jason

nah good old jason teases all of them for being short fucks, emphasising that they’re all 5ft tall in comparison to him

he 100% lifts things out of the others' reach and then laughs for ages after when they try get them

unfortunately though, they’re all used to this and now just ignore him. either that or nash stares at him so intensely jason actually repents and hands it back

zack’s another one with a very good glare, but he’s used it too often on jason and it’s since stopped working.

also jason gives me ‘straightens his back as much as possible when getting measured so he’ll measure in as 7ft’ vibes

oh and he thinks he could wrestle a gator and win. i’ve got no explanation for that except for the fact you can't tell me it's ooc.

allen’s very protective over his white headband - it’s his lucky item - but he’d never let anyone know that

he’s confident in his abilities like the rest of them, but there’s nothing wrong with wearing a headband just in case

(nash knows anyway)

they watch nba matches together and do not shut up once throughout the entire match - lots of jeering, booing each other if someone criticises a player they like, lots of “i could do that”, lots of “get your fucking hand out of my popcorn do you want me to punch you in the face” etc

they used to all live together, but nash has since moved out. he was sick and tired of trying to make people do chores, as the only one who kept their room clean.

yeah the others’ house looks like a heap of trash but also very much “where’s my toothbrush?” “it’s in the third coke can by the orange peel behind the sink” *silence* “yeah thanks” *a minute later* “who the fuck has been using my toothbrush”

they’re all “bro your dribbling sucks why are you on this team loser” to one another, but also very protective (aka arrogant for one another) if anyone else Dared to criticise one of their teammates

then again, what kind of person would criticise jabberwock

half of the time he spends with jabberwock, nash is a Single Mother TM trying to get a bunch of man children to behave; the other half of the time, he's just as bad as the rest of them

i talk about this a lot but i get the feeling nash is an exceptionally hard worker, but at least he gets to let his hair down around his teammates sometimes

nash is also the only person jason thought was truly ‘strong’ at first sight

and nash is also the only person who can beat jason in a fight, and also the only person who can get nash to train, and also the only person who can.. [etc. you see my point].

(n.b jason calls himself the ‘almighty me’, nash says that ‘even god can’t beat me’. point made.)

you know how jason silver’s motto is “I have never thought”

imagine him proudly stating that, before zack adds with a straight face, “yeah cause nash does it for you.”

in short, the team would fall apart without nash.

although the team’s communication and coordination is very fine tuned, nash is the guy who keeps everything in order off the court to prevent what is essentially a team of aces ('main characters', if you will) from falling apart

they hang out together a lot, but do all have other friend groups that do not overlap

team bbqs

unofficial rule not to criticise anchovies on pizza because the one time nick did, nash snapped

however pineapple on pizza is fair game, even though zack quite likes it

more than once, jason has brought a girl home and nick has stolen her attention away with effortless trick shots, funky ball manoeuvring etc

more than once nick has had to trek to nash’s place (with a black eye) at midnight to have somewhere to sleep

do you see a correlation?

oh and everyone in the team has been walked in on by nash when they were naked with some girl

nash has absolutely no shame

he apologises to the girl with a charming albeit insincere tone, and then remains standing in front of the bed/couch until his teammate does what he expected of them

usually it involves not having come to practice

allen learnt a few (emphasis on ‘few’) words of japanese before they travelled to japan and was disappointed that he never got to use them

that said, one of those words was hentai

and now a quick analysis of some panels

a) so there's at least one player who wasn't underestimating vorpal swords. if i were to overanalyse, i'd add that nick's wearing a hoodie (possibly athletic wear) whilst nash has a 'fancy' shirt on; perhaps nick wasn't expecting them to be going to host clubs instead of chilling/training?

b) i know what you're thinking: "how can you say nash is a hard worker when he didn't want to practice for the match". i reckon he was still pretty high on the complete and utter success of their previous match, that plus being around girls, encouraged him to have a more 'jason-y' personality. (either that or fujimaki didn't want to add too much depth/realism into nash's character bc he's unequivocally the villain, right? and obviously this helps with the plot and the jabberwock bad geniuses gom good geniuses rhetoric.)

earlier, i mentioned how nash is the only one that could keep the team together, and is thus the undeniable head of the team; here's a clear example. you can see both jason and zack have no interest in continuing - if anything, there's disgust in their faces, kinda just saying "we spat on all of japan, now we can go home". whereas nash won't allow for the slightest of possibilities that there might exist a team stronger than them, and hence agrees to the match. the key thing here is that the others do as he says without too much fuss.

another thing to note is nash's reference to harakiri. now what can we make of that, alongside his proficiency in japanese, in relation to his character? the way i see it, he's either a weeb or possibly has some japanese lineage. (you could spin that even further and say his mother was japanese, taught him the language, then abandoned him, and hence his almost excessive hatred/mockery of the japanese people.) (is that why he wanted to do another match in japan..?)

just a quick point. "thanks to him" - jason isn't so superior as to think that he could win this match effortlessly without nash's support. links pretty nicely with my earlier idea about how nash is the only person jason has always considered 100% strong.

yet another point about how nash is the strongest of the team in pretty much every way you can think of. you know how scary/powerful you have to be to shut jason up (after he's getting real pissed from being prevented from scoring?)

i personally think this is a pretty important panel, though i've never seen anyone mention it before. did nash grow up training in a professional basketball training situation, as opposed to growing up playing streetball like i suspect the others did? well, to answer that question, imma bring in another panel.

here we see visible rage on nick, zack and jason's faces - they can't accept their loss, which is fair enough. but i'd argue that nash's face seems to depict sadness more than it does anger like to rest of them, look at how downturned his mouth is - and he's looking away from the 'camera', as if hiding his shame.

when you combine that with what he says here, i have no doubt that this is someone who has experienced some proper lows in basketball - as would be expected from someone who's played 'properly'. he's possibly not even a prodigy like the rest of them - compare jason's motto with his. "i have never thought" versus "do not suppose opportunity will knock twice at your door".

there's various lines of thinking you could design with this - he might have been trained by alex (hence, himuro having heard of jabberwock, though he should have known of a team as popular of jabberwock regardless), he might have grown up with professional basketballer parents etc. but here's my own little theory:

nash received serious basketball training from early on - maybe because his parents were living vicariously through him, or maybe he always loved the sport and wanted to be no1. so there he was training away, but, as he grew older, it started getting all a bit too much.

he didn't want to dedicate his entire life to basketball. after all, his hobby is water sports and his speciality is boxing; that's a lot of different things to be keeping up with, whereas the pipeline for promising athletes demands people focus solely on basketball. as a result, nash become bitter: stopped attending practice regularly, got in trouble for trash talk of increasing severity, etc.

result was he was kicked out of the program.

only when he was no longer playing basketball again, did he realise how much he missed it. and hence he got into streetball, where he was tremendously successful as someone with so much training, 'elite skills', and the overly confident attitude to boot.

then, one fateful day, he met jason and the rest is history.

[bumblesimagines]

The Oldest Pogue

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

Btw some things might change but not drastically.

~

(Y/N) stood beside JJ, munching on a twinkie as he watched him toss rock.

"Thanks for sticking up for me." JJ mumbled, looking at him. (Y/N) nodded, giving a small smile.

"Of course, JJ." (Y/N) patted his hand before turning his head as John B started speaking.

"Look, I'm callin' it off, alright?" John B looked at them. "Peterkin said, if I stay out of the marsh, she'll help me with DCS."

"And you believed her?" JJ cocked a brow. (Y/N) gently nudged him. He knew Peterkin well. She was like a mother to him.

"Yes, I believe her, JJ."

"An actual cop, John B. You believed a cop." JJ tossed another rock. (Y/N) internally sighed. He knew JJ had a long history with cops and he knew a lot of the ones in the department just took the job to have power over people. It took a while for the group to trust (Y/N) cause of his father.

"How do we know he won't snitch?" JJ asked John B, not caring about being quiet. Kiara shot (Y/N) an apologetic smile. (Y/N) brushed her off. He stood, stepping outside and approaching them.

"Look, if I were you, I wouldn't trust me either. I don't mean any harm to you guys. You don't have to trust me right away and I don't expect it. Dad isn't using me to spy on you. I have free will to do whatever the fuck I want. I can help you guys if you get arrested by lowering the bail or convincing them to not arrest you at all." (Y/N) shrugged.

"John B and Pope are my friends. I'm not here to take your spot." (Y/N) shifted his gaze onto John B. "When's your dad getting home? I could start up dinner for everyone."

"All I gotta do is stay out of the marsh for a couple of days, and she'll help me out. It doesn't help that your ass was the one shooting a gun." John B said, tossing his beer to the side. JJ rolled his eyes.

"You know what we should have done, man? We should've let Topper drown your ass." JJ said, continuing to toss rocks.

"Yeah, like Topper was gonna drown me?" John B scoffed.

"Sure looked like it." JJ replied.

"That's funny."

"I mean have you looked in a mirror?" JJ got off the table, approaching everyone. (Y/N) took his spot, finishing his twinkie as he watched them.

"Come on, tell me some more. Come on." John B encouraged as JJ got closer.

"They always win, don't they, man? Kooks versus Pogues. They always, always win! Goddamn!" JJ shook his head, walking away from them.

"Okay!" Kiara tried to defuse the situation but JJ whipped around. "No, it's not okay!"

"JJ.." (Y/N) sighed, walking towards him.

"No, (Y/N). They don't want us to go down into the marsh. That means there's something valuable down there, and you know it." JJ said, pointed at John B, earning an eye roll.

"I know you do. And I understand why you don't wanna go." JJ pointed at Pope. "You're the golden boy. You got way too much to risk." JJ shifted his attention onto Kiara.

"And you.. I mean, you're rich as fuck anyway. Why would you bother?" JJ looked at (Y/N).

"And you.. You're a golden boy too. Another year of school before you're off to some cooking school where you'll forget about us." (Y/N) frowned, knowing it wasn't true. JJ looked at John B.

"But you and me, man, we got nothing to lose! We really don't, alright?"

"JJ.." John B sighed.

"And I know.. It didn't use to be that way for you." John B shook his head.

"I don't want to talk about this. I don't want to talk about it." John B went to walk past JJ.

"So that's it?" JJ asked. John B pushed him away.

"Just get out of my way, bro." John B huffed, walking away. The others could simply watch.

"John B, listen to me. I have a plan." JJ said, following him and standing beside him.

"You got the key to Cameron's big boat, right?" John B tried to object. "There's scuba gear inside, man. We just borrow that, and then we go down to the wreck this afternoon, and that is what's gonna save you, man." JJ said, holding his shoulders.

"You don't see rich kids going to foster care, do you?" JJ questioned. John B seemed hesitant.

"I know this is gonna sound shitty of me.. But.. What if this could be or lead to a possible hint of where your dad is, John B?" (Y/N) watched them turn to face him.

"(Y/N).." Kiara shook her head. (Y/N) sighed.

"I know this is a sensitive topic but, think about it. We haven't heard from him in nine months and suddenly you guys find this boat. It never hurts to try." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Scooter was probably drunk and thought it would be fun to ride the waves." Kiara said. "Plus you're supposed to be the voice of reason and logic, like Pope!"

"I know, Kie." (Y/N) sighed, looking at John B. "Up to you."

"Make this quick, alright? Dad has a group of officers and volunteers out looking for this wreck." (Y/N) said.

"Oh, good. You're back." Kiara looked at him. (Y/N) gently shoved her. Kiara laughed softly, checking the tanks.

"This is empty. You took empty tanks?" Kiara asked. John B ran his hand through his hair, shrugging lightly.

"Okay, this one's a quarter full. It's enough for one of us." Kiara said, looking at the boys.

"Love it when a plan comes together." JJ mumbled.

"Does anybody know how to dive?" Kiara asked. They remained silent.

"Anybody?"

"It's kind of a Kook sport." JJ said. Kiara sighed.

"The closest I've ever gotten was watching a documentary." (Y/N) shrugged. JJ chuckled. "Nerd."

"I... Read about about it." Pope said.

"Great, Pope read about it and (Y/N) watched a documentary, so somebody's gonna die." Kiara shook her head.

"Look, y-you put the thing in your mouth and breathe. How hard could it be?" JJ questioned.

"Well, if you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood, and you get the bends." Pope informed them.

"Bends like, bend over and.." JJ arched his back.

"The bends kill you." Pope interrupted. JJ blinked and straightened up. "Right." (Y/N) snorted, shaking his head.

"I can... I can dive." John B offered.

"Yeah, you can dive. I'm cool with that." JJ nodded.

"Since when can you dive?" Kiara asked, brows furrowing as the wind tossled everyone's hair.

"I'll do it. It's fine." John B assured. Pope stood.

"Let me do some calculations real quick." Pope said. Kiara stared at John B, frowning and shaking her head. Pope quickly did the calculations. Kiara took off her shirt and jumped into the water, causing the boys to look.

"Uh.." John B glanced at the boys.

"What was that all about?"

"I don't know, but I liked it. A lot." JJ grinned. (Y/N) rolled his eyes. "Don't be jealous, (N/N). We still think you're hot." JJ patted his head.

"I know. I catch you guys staring. A lot." (Y/N) said, watching the boys softly flush and look away.

"So, uh, yeah. When you, uh, when you're down there, you look for the cargo hold, you stick this thing inside and twist and pull, away?" JJ showed him the key. Kiara resurfaced, swimming towards the boat.

"Hey, I tied my t-shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down. It's where you need to do your safety stop." Kiara told them. (Y/N) helped her onto the boat as Pope helped John B prep some more. JJ tried giving him some advice on keeping calm.

"When you start running out of air, resurface.. Even if you haven't found anything. Your safety is more important than some wreck." (Y/N) said. John B nodded.

"Got it, Mama Pogue." John B grinned.

"Hey, if we get caught out in the marsh, we're bascially screwed, so... Better get a move on." Pope said. John B nodded as Kiara approached him. She stepped up, leaning in and pecking his cheek. John B blinked. The boys exchanged glances.

"Diver down?"

"Diver down." Kiara stepped down as John B hopped into the water. He disappeared under. (Y/N) anxiously watched the water, searching for signs of distress.

"He'll be fine, (Y/N)." JJ gently tugged on his arm. (Y/N) sighed and nodded, sitting beside him. JJ gently bumped his knee against (Y/N)'s, their legs touching. (Y/N) was too focused on the water to notice. They heard a siren sound and turned to look.

"Fuck me." (Y/N) whispered. JJ cocked a brow, giving a grin. (Y/N) noticed and nudged his leg, chuckling.

"Just act frickin' normal." Kiara said.

"You should deal with this, (Y/N)." Pope said. (Y/N) huffed lightly.

"Evening, officers." Pope greeted. Shoupe immediately looked at his son.

"Evening." Shoupe returned the greeting. He cleared his throat, looking at them.

"How you kids doing? The marsh is closed. (Y/N), you know this." Shoupe shot his son a pointed look.

"Sorry, dad. I forgot.. I had a lot of things on my mind and it slipped. I was thinking about our conversation from yesterday." (Y/N) looked at him, frowning. Shoupe sighed but nodded.

"Why is it closed anyway?" JJ asked.

"Well, we're conducting a search out here. Boat went down." Shoupe explained. "Seen anything?"

"Nope. No boat." Pope and JJ shook their heads. (Y/N) licked his lips, shaking his head as well.

"Where's your friend you always hang with? He here?" Shoupe asked them all, though he looked at (Y/N). JJ and Pope subtly glanced at each other.

"He's working." Kiara answered. Shoupe hummed.

"I'm gonna check your little boat out." Shoupe said, getting on the boat. (Y/N) sighed deeply.

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to embarrass you, (Y/N)." Shoupe said. "Feels like it." (Y/N) mumbled.

"You can check her out." Pope shrugged, standing and letting Shoupe wonder around, checking things. Shoupe stepped up, putting his sunglasses on and looking at the water. (Y/N) watched him, anxiety slowly spiking. Minutes passed.

"Are you done checking out your reflection, dad?" (Y/N) asked. Shoupe chuckled, turning around and looking at them.

"Beautiful day, ain't it?" Shoupe headed back to his boat. The boys agreed.

"Let us know if you find anything on your way out." Shoupe said.

"Will do." Pope nodded. Shoupe started the engine, heading away from them. They quickly went to the edge, waiting for John B to resurface.

"He's definitely out of air." Pope mumbled. John B surfaced, the anxiety and tension leaving. JJ quickly helped John B.

"Did you find anything?"

"Did I find anything.." John B grinned, tossing the bag into the boat.

"Yeah, there we go! That's my boy!" JJ laughed.

"You okay?" Kiara asked.

"Yeah, I ran out of air." John B climbed onboard.

"Yeah, the cops were up here, but, uh... We took care of 'em." Pope said. (Y/N) brushed the hair out of John B's face, shaking his head.

"That was stupid but.. We got something out of it." (Y/N) mumbled.

"Hey, guys? Guys, bogey, two o'clock." Kiara said. The boys turned their heads, seeing the boat.

"Anyone recognize that boat?" Pope asked.

"Nope."

"Never seen it." Kiara shooo her head. "What are they doing here? The marsh is closed."

"Dad said volunteers could help." (Y/N) reminded.

"Let's not stick around." JJ said.

"JJ, get the bowline." John B said. (Y/N) kept an eye on the boat.

"They don't seem friendly." (Y/N) mumbled.

"Don't wait for me." JJ said as John B started the engine. They quickly tried leaving.

"They're picking up speed." (Y/N) called. They glanced back.

"They're following us." Kiara glanced at the boys. They quickly got into a chase. (Y/N) looked back at the boat.

"Fuck, get down!"

"Why?" A gunshot answered the question. They quickly ducked, John B having to stay standing so he could drive.

"Oh my god, we're gonna die." Pope said. They heard more gunshots, John B making turns which made the shooter miss.

"Shit, Pope, move." Kiara stood, grabbing some nets.

"Kie, get down!" (Y/N) shouted, flinching when another gunshot rang out. Kiara tossed the net into the water, the boat chasing them stopping when the net caught them. They whooped and laughed, shock passing.

"Is everyone okay?" (Y/N) asked. They nodded. "Kie, that was fucking dangerous but smart as hell. Tell us beforehand."

"Yes, Mama Pogue." Kiara chuckled. They got to John B's wooden port and tied the boat before getting off. John B put the duffle bag down, opening it as the others gathered around.

"What do you guys think it is?" Kiara asked.

"It's gotta be money." John B replied.

"Probably drugs." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Can we please just open the bag?" Pope asked, causing the others to look at him.

"Wow, Pope. That's a rare outburst of emotion." John B said, chuckling. They opened it, finding a metal thing. John B opened it and took out the thing inside. His face fell, opening it and staring at the compass.

"Oh, wow. Yup. That's about right." Pope nodded. They seemed dissapointed.

"At least it looks nice." (Y/N) said, noticing the look on John B's face. "What's up?"

"This was my father's." John B whispered, a smile appearing on his face.