#like yeah he doesn’t know how to use a roundabout

[heartz4shauna]

who is correct when it comes to road rage

[roxanne193018]

A part 3 of Lucifer’s implied (?) yandere stuffs ( i guess it’s not so implied anymore)

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Warning: spoilers Christmas event story and Lucifer (blow)

Here he is, yapping about his brothers again (not that I complain tho)

This dude. Everyone says he talks very little that Paradise Lost gang even blushed at his words every time he speaks bc apparently he rarely speaks. But bro is a YAPPER. A huge YAPPER when it comes to MC. (Like how most of us just yap all things to our love) from background conversations, to chats, to stories, if one sentence was enough to make the PL gang blush, then with the amount he says to MC, PL gang would orgasm till they faint.

Also, when MC said “oh, you are busy, why bother texting me?” He was like

“??Bc I’m a doctor, and I often check up on my patients,

But also bc I like you.

Gamigin almost form lifelong friendship with his patients! We doctors are dedicated…I am not that dedicated tho,

But I also have to check on you bc you are important to me.

I can ask everyone instead to know if you’re ill or not,

But I want to ask you directly tho.

Everyone is interested in you, ao I can ask everyone about you

But I’m also interested in you”

… very roundabout way of saying I am literally loving you, and you are important to me, and why are you pretending not to see it? Conflicting ahh birb

… notice him guys.

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In the story, he actually keeps his “doctor profession”, by not touching his patient, (believe it or not). He wants to lick MC’s tears so bad, wants to be nice to her, wants to cherish it as lovers’ s*xy time and not a type of treatment, but he couldn’t bc everything he did then was to cure MC. So, he refrained himself from licking MC’s tears and kissing MC’s face. Meh, weird way for a doctors’ safe distance from patient, but that’ll do ig…

Again, he losts it at every card when MC said she likes doing this with him. Their relationship, feels kinda like situasionship smh haha. Both kept their cools, but loses their shjt when the other do lovers’ things to them.

He caters to MC’s liking to cure her, but in the end, he himself can’t keep his words of “not touching the patient”, and still kisses MC. As MC no longer has Christmas cold, she still clings to Lucifer for sexy time lol, bc it’s rare to spend time with him, and he knows, he thinks the same and doesn’t do allat doctor patient game anymo, just lovers’ stuffs from then on lmao.

Shows how MC makes him always loses his shjt, and he admits it fr 🤣

And finally, I still save the best for last.

So for context: he is texting MC to ask like “what type of magical possay you got, that this toy still have your love liquid on it after DAYS?”

… well look at that, you hypocrite lil shjt. I remember SOMEONE told Belphegor that him keeping the blanket that him and MC rolled on is unhygienic. And now you kept that toy UNWASHED on your office table for days, in the room that bans everyone from entering. If he washed it, he wouldn’t ask MC why it was still wet bc it would be cleanly dried long ago.

“At first, it vibrated with your smell” okay.. you kept that thing to occasionally sniff MC out? On God… like I said. He might be crazy like Asmo.

Next, he was FURIOUS, when he noticed that the candy cane reeks of other devils’ smells. (Apparently the Paradise Lost gang has used that to m*st*rb*t* lol) bc 1, he places it privately in his own office, a place no one dares to enter, and now they are doing IT in his no no office zone, and 2, it no longer entirely smells like MC, so he just decides to lock the entire PL gang up to punish 🤣🤣 and won’t let MC meet them for a good while. (Jealous boi)

Another thing I am wondering is that, it is canon that he gets hard every time he bumps into/ remembers/ sees MC (MC-sexual lol). The inclusion of the MC smelled candy cane in his office? Yeah… it will DEFINITELY make that man go absolute FERAL.

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I realized how I over analyzing everything when it comes to Luci lmao. Probably mostly bc he has IMPLIED shjjj compared to Leviathan, who just literally smacks the heck outta MC if she makes him jealous, much easier to see.

[sundaynightlive]

Soft (Steddie + Platonic Stobin)

Hey Steve?”

“Mmm?”

“Can I say something? And can you promise not to get mad at me?”

Steve looks over at her curiously. He can hardly imagine what she could say that would really upset him, or why she’d feel the need to preface anything she had on her mind with a question like that. Usually, she’s all gung-ho about pissing him off—it’s just how they are, constantly bickering like an old married couple. Steve really doesn’t blame anyone for thinking they’re together—they sure act like it, in a roundabout sort of way.

“Sure.”

“Say you promise.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“Seriously, Rob, I’m not gonna—”

“Say you promise.”

That actually slightly unnerves him. He keeps his eyebrows raised, but relents.

“Alright, I promise.” She shifts in her seat, glances up at Eddie and the kids on stage, all chattering about something he doesn’t understand—attack rolls? Natural 20s? Owlbears?

“He makes you soft,” she says. Steve follows her gaze.

Oh. She noticed.

Steve tends to be oblivious, but he had noticed this, mostly because it was so… new. Irregular. Confusing. Around Eddie he just… softens. That’s about the best way to describe it—he’s glad Robin said so, because now he can put a name to the feeling. His brain seems to stop its mile-a-minute, mamma-bear rampage and just… quiet. He can’t put a finger on why—well he can, but it’s… a lot. He’s spent many a night staring up at the ceiling, trying to discern whether he really is romantically attracted to Eddie, or if he’s projecting. Maybe he’s been alone so long he just can’t tell anymore. Maybe his and Nancy’s little dance around each other is just confusing to the point of insanity.

But Robin noticed. And they should talk.

“Can we move back a few rows?”

“Sure.”

They stand and none of the kids nor Eddie take notice. Their voices are getting progressively louder, and Ed is perched in his chair like he could spring up on to the table at any moment, hands motioning excitedly in all sorts of ways. He talks with his hands, just like Nance and Robin.

“Are you mad?”

“No,” Steve says as they take seats in the mid-section, a little farther towards the back of the auditorium. He settles in, both to the seat and his own uncomfortability, not sure how to start the things he needs to say. He has questions, answers, concerns—but where to begin?

The beginning, probably.

“Do you remember that night the three of us were hanging and then Vickie came and picked you up and I told you I left right after?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t.”

He looks over to make eye-contact with her, and finds just Rob, gazing at him. A little curiosity, a little surprise at his blatant lie—but he hadn’t known how to talk to her about it. Or how to explain himself. He had thought it easier just to hide that he and Eddie could ever get along without her, because she felt like an essential intermediary. A reason that it isn’t what it actually is.

He can’t really explain himself. He doesn’t really get why he lied, either.

“Liar,” Rob accuses, but there’s no bite.

“I stayed,” Steve confirms, breaking their shared gaze to look back out toward Ed. He’s got this feeling in his guts like he’s about to get into trouble, like he’s broken one of his mom’s nice antiques and is about to lose his swimming pool privileges—

“We talked for the entire night. Until six in the morning. And then I went home, and I wanted to call him. And I… I’ve been having these thoughts like maybe I like him? And I don’t get it because—” Robin takes his hand “—I like girls, you know? I know I do, you know I do—”

“Can I interrupt? Just a two second thought.” Steve nods, “Some people like boys and girls, it’s called being bisexual. I just want you to have that in mind for the rest of this conversation.” Steve blinks at her. Nods slowly.

Maybe he should’ve gone to her sooner.

Not maybe. Definitely.

“Okay… right. So… I’m fucking stupid,” Steve breathes. Robin shakes her head vigorously, adding a second hand to the mix.

“No no no,” she insists quickly, “But I want you to—“

“No, I like him,” Steve realizes, a million—maybe a billion—thoughts and feelings invading him all at once. Fear, uncertainty, excitement, relief, anxiety—he can’t even latch on to one of those. He doesn't know how to feel or think or anything except for this stark, pervasive understanding— “Holy shit, Robin.”

“Steve, you’re getting ahead of yourself—”

“No, I’m not,” Steve shakes his head, kind of probably in shock, “No, I… I’ve been trying to figure this out for weeks. I should’ve just… Oh my god.”

He puts his free hand over his face, absolutely mortified. Not about liking Eddie, of course, but because he had stupidly never considered that liking girls didn’t automatically make him unable to like guys.

Jesus, he's an idiot.

“I’m sorry,” Robin says, and for what, Steve has no idea. She’s just fixed his whole problem—or at least, half the problem. Now he has a crush he has to deal with, and of course Nancy, but at least— “It’s not a bad thing, though. I know it’s a lot to deal with and if you need anything I’m here. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“Rob, I’m fine,” Steve assures her, “Other than having a fucking pathetic crush on Eddie.”

Silence.

“So… you’re good with liking guys?” Steve looks up at her, sighing again for what feels like the hundredth time in this conversation.

“Yeah, that’s fine. It’s just I totally could’ve been doing something about it if I had just asked you sooner.”

Robin stares at him.

He stares back.

What, is he supposed to have some sort of breakdown? He’s had all sorts of thoughts about Billy and Tommy and Harrison Ford—of course he likes guys. Of course that’s not a “straight person” thing, he’s not stupid. But if he’d just applied a tiny bit of critical thinking—

“Are you serious right now?”

“Of course I’m serious,” Steve scoffs, “I could’ve already had, like, eight boyfriends if I had just thought about it. But I’m a fucking meathead.”

The unintentional hilarity of that statement doesn’t miss either of them, but now’s probably not the time.

She stares.

He stares back.

“You astound me, Harrington.”

“Do you think Eddie likes guys?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Of course I’m—seriously, do you think he likes dudes?”

“I hate that you just said dudes.”

“Robin.”

“How many times has he suggested we watch Rocky Horror?”

“Enough for us to shorten the name.”

“There’s your answer,” she says, still sounding flabbergasted at his nonchalance, “Man, I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I cried for forty-eight hours after I realized I liked girls.”

“Do you want me to cry?”

Robin grimaces, “You’re right, I don’t.”

“That’s what I thought.”

She shakes her head, clearly done with him. It’s uniquely comforting how quickly she can go from a supportive shoulder to a hateful best-friend. He admires that about her, the many facets of her personality that make her, her. He truly doesn’t know what he’d do without her. He wishes they had talked in high school, that he could’ve been someone else in those days, especially seeing where being the “coolest guy in town” has really gotten him.

Nowhere, that’s where.

“I love you,” he says. She’s still holding his hand, and she stays holding it.

“I love you, too.”

[warlocksoup]

⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ AKAASHI KEIJI undone ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ CHAPTER ONE: evidence

HOW TO TRICK THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE INTO DATING YOU BY DATING SOMEONE ELSE (YOUR BEST FRIEND)(JUST PRETEND THOUGH)

STEP ONE: GET YOUR MOST PUSHOVER, IN LOVE WITH YOU FRIEND TO AGREE

She tries to say no, at first, for the sake of preserving at least some of her dignity. But it’s Akaashi. She was always going to say yes, eventually.

“I dunno,” she pretends to muse, slumped out on the couch with her fingers deftly moving from button to button on the controller in her hands, eyes narrowed at the television screen in front of her. “Do you really want to start out being like, deceptive? Doesn’t seem like the best way to get a girl’s attention.”

Akaashi groans, head dropping back and his arms thrown up, exasperated and defeated. “Yeah, I know, but I’ve tried everything else, and nothing gets her attention. But if she sees you, a pretty, cool girl, going out with me, then maybe she, another, pretty, cool girl, will start to see me as someone dateable.”

She snorts. “Are we in junior high? What the fuck kind of logic is that?”

He drops on the couch opposite her. “I know, it’s just,” he pauses, and sighs, “I’m desperate.”

She allows herself a string of self-lambasting thoughts, centered mainly around how pathetic she is for that selfish lurch in her chest. To say yes would be to take advantage of her best friend’s desperation, allowing him to play pretend and act out some of her most suppressed fantasies, for some plot to get the girl that, in the end, probably won’t work. She swallows and tries to make him change his mind once again. “I really don’t think this would even work, Kaashi.”

“Yeah, but I’m driving myself crazy,” he insists as her thumbs start to button-smash frantically, “and you’re the only person I trust enough to do this with. I know it’s stupid I just have to try something.”

She’s reached the end of her protests. The screen in front of her flashes red, and the word DEATH splays across her vision; she sighs. Her head lops to the side, and she blinks at a wide-eyed, completely desperate Akaashi. “Fine.”

STEP TWO: START PLANTING FALSIFIED EVIDENCE

Akaashi’s hand is intertwined with her. She stares down at it and tries to memorize it. The way his fingers look pressed into her skin, how it feels. The warmth. The callouses. The way their forearms press together and settle in the space between their thighs. Her nail polish is chipped. His thumbs are wide. The slight rocking of the train slightly rocks them, and their bodies move in tandem without trying.

Akaashi leans back slightly and uses his free hand to take a photo.

“Here,” he says after a moment of contemplation, shoving his phone in her face. “How does that look?”

Maybe she looks for too long, but there’s something off about it. It looks so much more contrived, converted to pixels on the screen of his phone. Or maybe it’s just that it’s harder to pretend this isn’t a ploy for someone else’s attention when his affection is documented like that. When she looks at her hand in his in a photo it’s a reminder that this is simply evidence captured just to inspire jealously.

Her eyes drift between the screen and the hands between her. He hasn’t let go yet, which she’s trying not to read into. “Yeah, that’s good.”

“Good,” he says, his thumb tapping against her knuckle. She watches as he opens Instagram. “Should I tag you?”

She shakes her head. “No, let people wonder who it is, at first. Maybe she’ll ask.”

This brings a slight smile to Akaashi’s face, and it makes her feel oddly sick.

Ever since he asked her, she’s given into a few delusions, considering it a serious possibility that this could just be Akaashi’s convoluted, roundabout way of getting closer to her. An excuse to hold her and post pictures of her and maybe even kiss her, eventually. That maybe he wants her just as badly as she wants him.

But no amount of mental gymnastics or bending of logic can deny that unabashed giddiness at the mere suggestion that she might speak to him. It’s hard for her to deny, when he talks to her like it’s nothing, when he holds her hand like it’s nothing.

She swallows and bounces her knee. “What are you going to tell people? I mean, like, when they ask about how we got together.”

Akaashi shrugs. There’s something loading on his phone screen as he lowers it to look at her. “I dunno. Maybe that one night we just like, hooked up and then decided to date.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, is that bad?”

“No,” she offers with a slight shake of her head. It feels bad. It feels the same way food poisoning or maybe the plague would. But she can’t logically explain that one, so she just says, “That should work, I guess.”

STEP THREE: LEAN INTO THE RUMORS GOING AROUND (THAT YOU STARTED)(ON PURPOSE)

INSTAGRAM akaashikeiji has tagged you in a post!

INSTAGRAM kuroo_tetsuro: bro that’s for sure you in akaashi’s post kuroo_tetsuro: since when are you guys going out???

IMESSAGE yukie: you and akaashi are dating?? since when??

IMESSAGE iwa: so were you planning on tell me that you started going out with someone?

INSTAGRAM heyheyheybokuto commented on akaashikeiji’s post: HOLY SHIT IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS? alisahaibi commented on akaashikeiji’s post: aww so cute! love you two

IMESSAGE kaashi: holy shit did that just work

The constant buzzing of her phone provides a pretty consistent distraction from her essay on the socioeconomic conditions of the working class that led to the Bolshevik revolution. Her head is swirling with thoughts of Akaashi’s post and the failed provisional government.

Her face drops to her hands, and her phone continues to buzz on the desk beside her, just as her laptop screen goes dark, nudging her unfinished essay out of her thoughts.

She takes a moment to press the palms of her hands into her eye sockets, enjoying the pressure and the way shapes sprout up behind her closed eyelids. Akaashi’s sitting out in their living room, probably, phone in his hands staring at notification from Alisa.

He’s probably going through her account, looking through her posts, careful not to let his thumb slip and like something on accident. He’s probably smiling down at her smile, heart pounding in his chest as he thinks about her and whatever comment she left on his post.

Akaashi’s been in love with her this whole time. For as long as they’ve been friends, for as long as she’s known him; his love for her completely integrated into his personality. When prompted to list what he likes about her, he will ramble about her sweetness and beauty and her intelligence. He will list off things that Alisa has and she lacks: grace in social situations, a distinct and unique sense of style, her ability to read and understand the people around her so easily.

It seems like, everything there is to Alisa, Akaashi loves it. Whatever it is.

Her phone buzzes again. She reaches for it.

IMESSAGE iwa: you can tell me about things, yknow

Her tongue twists in her mouth, and her head bangs. It crosses her mind, briefly, that this is a bad idea, and the fallout is not worth the maybe few weeks where she can hold Akaashi’s hand and pretend that he feels an ounce of what she feels for him.

She clicks on the notification from him, the post he tagged her in, and is surprised to see her own face, grinning back at her, bare-faced and nose scrunched. There are freckles on her face she didn’t hadn’t ever noticed before. She didn’t know he had this photo. He captioned it: My pretty girl.

It’s worth, she decides instantly. It’s so immediately worth it.

She opens up her photos, and scrolls passed blurry photos of crowded whiteboards and half-eaten vegetarian lunches to find a photo of Akaashi. One of him just outside their apartment in the middle of last winter taken when he wasn’t paying attention. He’s smiling, eyes crinkled and glasses falling down his nose as he buttons up his jacket. It’s a favorite of hers, as indicated by the small white heart in the corner. Every time she sees it, she smiles.

Without stopping to think of how both wrong and vulnerable it feels, she posts it, matching it to his. My pretty boy. Undeniable evidence planted.

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[blackenedsnow]

omg I love the rdr kid fanfics and had a semi a og idea based off them. Like a child! Platonic fluff fic

What if like Arthur or John found the reader trying to steal some of the camps supplies? Idk I know it's not a great idea but thought it was neat

caught in the act

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Arthur Morgan & Child! Reader, John Marston & Child! Reader

NOTE: Oh my god HAHA this was too good. I know you said Arthur OR John but I wanted to do both. Hope that's okay!!

SUMMARY: When Arthur and John catch you sneaking supplies from camp, it doesn’t go quite the way you expect.

You thought you were being so sneaky. Slipping through the camp, darting from one shadow to the next, your little hands carefully reaching for a jar of beans. You weren’t sure how long the food would last, but it didn’t hurt to nab a little extra, right?

Your heart raced as you pulled the jar from its place near the wagon, looking around to make sure no one had seen you. You were so focused on your prize, you didn’t even hear the heavy footsteps approaching behind you.

“Now, what do we have here?”

You froze. Slowly, you turned to see Arthur, his arms crossed and his expression somewhere between amused and disappointed. His lip twitched in that way it did when he was trying not to laugh.

“Arthur, I—uh—wasn’t…” You stuttered, cheeks flushing red. You weren’t sure what to say. You’d been caught red-handed, and there was no easy way out of it.

Arthur just raised an eyebrow, leaning down so he was eye-level with you. “You know, kid, I’m not sure stealing from the camp’s gonna win you any friends.” He sighed but then cracked a grin. “I get it, though. You’re hungry.”

Your mouth opened to protest, but Arthur stopped you with a wave of his hand. “Not that I’m encouraging it, but if you’re gonna steal, at least do it right. You could’ve gotten caught a lot worse than this.”

Before you could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from behind you again. You both turned to see John, who had clearly witnessed the whole thing.

“Arthur, you gonna let the kid get away with this?” John asked, his voice low and stern. But when he saw how you were looking up at him with wide, guilty eyes, his expression softened. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you off this time, but next time, don’t be so careless!”

Arthur chuckled, giving you a little nudge. “Looks like you’re in good company, Y/N. But you better not make a habit of this.”

The two of them watched as you slowly set the jar of beans back on the ground. You didn’t say anything, but it was obvious you felt bad for what you’d tried to do.

“Next time you’re hungry, just ask,” Arthur added with a small smile, ruffling your hair. “We’re a family here, alright?”

“Yeah,” John chimed in with a grin. “Just don’t go pilfering our food, or you’ll have to answer to both of us.”

You nodded quickly, grateful for the forgiveness and the way they looked after you, even if it was in a roundabout way. With that, you ran off.

[tgmsunmontue]

PROMPT TWENTYNINE - "Christmas at TOPGUN"

29 December 2024 - 1/3 parts (30th and 31st December are posting schedule)

(Set prior to events of TG:M, post break-up and making up).

…          …          …

              Jake gets in on the 23rd, not having anything better to occupy his time before he starts his stint as an instructor at Top Gun in the New Year. When he reports in Admiral Anderson stops him just before he manages to escape and he grits his teeth, wants to shower and collapse into the likely hellishly uncomfortable bed in his as yet unseen base accommodation.

              “I’m hosting a dinner at my place; for all the instructors who can’t get leave or simply have too far to travel to be with family. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

              Jake thinks that’s a very diplomatic and roundabout way of saying alone, but he accepts regardless, fairly certain that sitting in the quiet of his new base accommodation and nursing a bottle of bourbon is not the way to go; along with the fact it sounds closer to an order than an actual invitation. He can’t even use the excuse he’s recently single, the break-up eighteen months ago now. He’s tried to keep himself busy, distracted, letting his leave carry over and accumulate, will wait to spend it with Javy or when he’s told he has to take it.

…          …          …

              Two days later, a lot more rested, he knocks on the door to the house of the address Admiral Anderson had given him. His wife is clearly very much into Christmas, the front door decorated with a large wreath and when the door opens it reveals a veritable winter wonderland; except it’s warm with the scent of spices and fresh baked goods and he can see a table set for fourteen people, the tablecloth and runner all very thematic and he lets himself feel a little hope that maybe he’ll start feeling a little Christmas spirit.

              He passes over the bottle of wine he brought with him and Admiral Anderson introduces him to his wife, Mary, pours him a glass of wine and waves him off to introduce himself to everyone. He turns with a smile plastered on his face, ready to make nice and be charming, but all hope drains away as his eyes fall on a person tucked into the corner, clearly trying to become one with the wall and his heart stalls and his stomach drops.

              “Hangman…”

     ��        “Rooster. Been a while…”

              There’s a displeased twist to his lips and Jake feels his jaw tense in annoyance.

              “Yeah, five hun-” Bradley-Rooster-Bradshaw starts before he snaps his mouth shut sharply and looks away. Jake can see the ruddy flush on his neck, the one that appears when he’s embarrassed, or angry or… aroused. Fucked if he knows what it means right now though, and he wonders what he was going to say, thinks about it quickly.

              “Five hundred days?” Jake surmises, and he’s shifting from annoyed into angry pretty damned quickly. Maybe the bourbon and being alone was the better option. Bradley shifts slightly, eyes glancing to look at him before immediately flicking away again. Jake can see how tense and stiff he is but he doesn’t understand what his issue is. He won’t pick a fight, not here, not now. He has forced himself not to keep tabs on Bradley’s movements, wishes he’d maybe been a little more prepared for this.

              “And fifty,” Bradley adds under his breath and Jake glances around, wonders if there is somewhere else they can go. If that’s even a good idea or not.

              “What the fuck Bradley?”

              “What do you mean what the fuck? You broke up with me.”

              “What? No I didn’t. You broke up with me,” Jake hisses quietly under his breath, because he doesn’t think either of them want their past relationship broadcast to everyone here. However Bradley is staring at him like he’s grown another head and Jake imagines his expression is similar. “You said you didn’t want to be my boyfriend anymore…” he bites out, getting a flash of the same hurt fresh as it had happened apparently five hundred and fifty days ago. Because Bradshaw fucking counted the days since he broke Jake’s heart.

              “Yeah, but that’s not what I wanted…”

              “Enlighten me Bradshaw, what did you mean?”

              “Wanted to propose. Said I wanted to be more than your boyfriend, not that I didn’t want to be your boyfriend anymore…”

              He thinks he might throw up, swears under his breath and shoves his wine glass toward the nearest flat surface before heading toward the front door. He doesn’t remember Bradley’s exact words, just remembers going from happy and relieved to seeing Bradley back from being deployed to suddenly being on the defensive. His anger and embarrassment at apparently being far deeper in their relationship emotions wise than Bradley making him lash and snap out, knowing exactly what to say to hurt Bradley the most.

              And now to find out that he’s been wrong all this time?

              He is sick then, makes it far enough from the house that he hopes Mary and Admiral Anderson can forgive him for unintentionally fertilising one of their shrubs. He wipes at his mouth, feels a little shaky and shivery, his coat inside. Except it’s not, Bradley is standing there holding it out, his expression serious.

              “I think we need to talk.”

(Today I learnt that scheduled posts post regardless of whether you queue is paused or not, so some of you may have seen the picture before I finished the fic, but I deleted the post after about 15 minutes... You aren't imagining things!)

[a-sad-mage]

Personal headcannon that Tad constantly brags about knowing the Shane secret but absolutely refuses to tell anyone what it is. So no-one actually believes him until a quip mid battle happens and Eli and the gang are like “yeah he knows.”

Like:

Someone with tad at the moment (twist or something idk): well it’s lucky you know the Shane secret cause that would help SO MUCH right now

Eli: how would that help you right now?

Guy with tad: what? Wait he ACTUALLY knows???

Eli: yeah?

GWT (turning to face Tad): WHY HAVENT YOU TOLD US WHAT IT IS?!?

Tad: YOU DONT NEED TO KNOW. SHUT UP AND GET RID OF THEM

So now people who join/work for Tad are just eternally wondering WHAT the fuck happened for Tad to:

1) KNOW the Shane secret

2) REFUSE to tell anyone what it is

This is all considering that twist was probably with the gang for longer than Tad and doesn’t know the secret. So everyone’s between considering Tad a master of sleuthing/manipulation to get that out of Eli, wondering if the secret is some genuinely terrifying information (I guess in a roundabout way the Shane’s know when the world will end cause basically every grade schooler has an existential crisis when they find out the sun is gonna explode in 5 billion years), and wondering if there even is a Shane secret at this point if blakk’s kid “knows” it but refuses to tell anyone. (Side headcannon that people think the Shane secret is literally just an excuse to not tell people random things and isn’t an actual secret. It’s just a long standing inside joke that’s gotten out of control).

I-

Okay, first-

Twist would be pissed and the next time he runs into Eli he's skipping dueling all together and just going straight into a fist fight because-

"WHAT THE HECK SHANE! HOW COME SOME RANDOM KID GETS TO KNOW YOUR SECRETS AFTER KNOWING IF FOR LIKE THREE DAYS DISPIGHT BEING PART OF YOUR GANG FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS!"

"YOU WHERE SPYING FOR BLAKK!"

"ITS THE PRINCIPAL OF IT DAMN IT! BESIDES TADS BLAKK KID!"

"I DIDN'T KNOW THAT AT THE TIME!"

Second-

This fact of Tad knowing the Shane Secret causes a meltdown on the SlugNet.

All the conspiracy sights and news outlets are losing it because if Tad Blakk knows, and is refusing to share- dose that mean the Shane Secrets arnt as coveted at they thought? Is it just- random crap? Dose it mean there's nothing? Was it all a waist of time????

Truly a mind fuck Anon, thank you for sharing

[bleucommelhiver]

look alive, ulric

nyx ulric week 2024 | day 3: teamwork RATING: T for language because it's Nyx and Pelna c'mon now WORDS: 1126 SUMMARY: On the day of the signing, the only people Nyx and Pelna can trust are each other.

The feeling of unease that’s been gnawing at the edge of Nyx’s consciousness since yesterday morning hasn’t let up. Today’s the big day. After today, he’ll put in a request for some much needed leave. Bring Crowe’s body back to Galahd, with Libertus if he’ll give him the time of fucking day, give her a proper burial. Check out the old haunts. Pay his respects to his lil’ sis and to pa. Finally see ma. Maybe you’d come along too.

He just needs to fucking get through today.

At least that’s what he keeps telling himself.

But as he makes his way past the crowds and barricades to the roundabout at the foot of the Citadel, the quietude of the day has him on high alert. Something deep in his gut is waiting for the metaphorical pin to drop.

The comm from command buzzes in his ear: “Niflheim contingent has left the hotel. Less than three hours until the ceremony. Bolster the Citadel Guard.”

Great. Looks like the circus is about to begin. Time to look alive, Ulric.

His comm buzzes again, this time it’s Luche on a private frequency. “Nyx, is the Princess with you?”

What kind of asinine question was that? Luche knows full well the captain’s relegated him to every form of grunt work since the last mission. Chaperoning the princess on the historic day of the signing was, apparently, out of the scope of his duties.

Nyx answers anyways, curious where Luche’s going with this. “No, I’m on duty at the Citadel.”

“Well, the Nifs just left for the ceremony. And she wasn't with them.”

The fuck? He was relieved from princess duty last night by Sonitus. Why’s Luche radioing him about it? The sense of unease in the pit of his stomach deepens.

It’s none of his business. He’s part of the Citadel Guard today, and all he needs to do is to get through today. It’s none of his fucking business, but his captain’s words echo in his head anyways: “Your orders are to protect her. Not to look, not to listen, not to think.”

Fuck.

Gods-fucking-dammit.

Nyx abandons his post and makes a beeline for his apartment. Along the way, he taps his comm, ready to test a theory.

“Hey Pelna, Luche says the Princess is missing.”

“No shit?” His surprised response comes quickly. “Today of all days. Real convenient.”

“Yeah, seems like the Nifs got us running about like rats.”

There’s a brief pause before he replies, “No shit.”

As Nyx rounds the corner to his apartment, his phone begins to buzz. He mutes his comm piece before picking up.

“Trust no one, huh, Nyx?”

“Figured if there’s anyone left in the Glaive that Crowe’s warned, it’d be you.”

“So, what’s the plan, hero? Off to rescue the princess all by yourself?”

“I got you, don’t I? The Robin to my Batman. Or would you be Alfred in this case?”

“Fuck off, asshole,” Pelna laughs. “How can I help?”

Nyx throws open the door to his apartment and grabs the watch from where he left it on his desk. Its face is displaying a steady 35:2720 and -13:0318 instead of the dance of numbers from earlier this morning.

“I’m running on a hunch here, but I’m going to send you some coordinates from Crowe’s watch. Can you pinpoint the location?”

“Yeah, hold on.” Nyx can hear the rapid-fire click of keys as Pelna logs in his credentials. As he inputs the coordinates, Pelna asks, “You hear from your other princess?”

Nyx sucks in a breath. “No. Not since yesterday.”

“My texts haven’t been getting through to her, thought you might know something about it.”

Nyx pauses. He was beginning to think that all his undelivered texts were some short of glitch with his phone: first Crowe, now you. Fuck, he doesn’t have time to dwell on this. It’s got to be a coincidence. You should be in Altissia now, far away and safe from whatever shitshow is taking place today. Regardless, you’re more than capable and he knows you’re fine. You have to be.

“Don’t worry about her Pels, she’s safe.”

“Right…” Pelna doesn’t sound too convinced, but Nyx doesn’t blame him, he’s not privy to your whereabouts. “It’s twenty miles south of Insomnia — outside the Wall. What the hell was Crowe doing way out there?”

“No, no, they sent her to—” Nyx catches himself. “I need another favor Pels, pull those coordinates up on the radar. What do you see?”

“Shit. There’s a whole fleet of airships sitting at that spot.”

“Niflheim.”

“Yeah, and from the looks of it, not the celebratory committee.”

Nyx runs a hand over his face in frustration. He should’ve known the armistice was bullshit; should’ve known the Nifs couldn’t be trusted. What’s the play now? If he alerts King Regis and mobilizes the troops, there’s a good chance the Nifs would catch whiff, especially if their ranks have truly been infiltrated. With the malcontent that’s been brewing from the protests on the streets to the soldiers in the barracks, he’s not confident any attempt at clandestine movements wouldn’t be immediately exposed.

So what? Does he just stay in the Crown City, pretend there isn’t a war fleet knocking at their door, and just…monitor the situation? Forget about the missing princess?

‘You’re not to look, not to listen, not to think,’ Captain Drautos’ words echo in his head again. Yeah, well, guess the King can count his lucky stars that he’s always been kind of shit at following orders.

Speaking of…

“Where’s the captain?”

“Should be on escort detail at the Citadel.”

Nyx doesn’t remember spotting the captain earlier. He scans the frequencies on his comm again, but it seems like their captain’s still AWOL.

At his silence, Pelna asks, “You thinking…?”

“Can’t be sure. Can’t rule it out either, but I need you to ready the Glaive for action.”

“What? You planning to deploy without the captain’s orders?”

“No.” Nyx dons his armor on over his uniform, pulling its zipper up and buckling its fasteners to secure the leather pauldrons in place. As he checks his weapons, he explains, “There’s no point bringing everyone along for a wild goose chase. As long as the Wall remains standing, their fleet has no way of reaching us, but if Crowe’s right, we need to be on alert for something inside the Walls.”

“You going dark?”

“Yeah, I’ll recon and assess. Low chance I won’t need to engage, but keep this to yourself for now. Give me an updated SITREP when you can.”

“Affirmative. I got your six.”

“Yeah. You always do, Pels.”

With that, Nyx ends the call and sets off.

Looks like getting through the day just got a lot more complicated.

NOTES: Please accept this excerpt from ch. 9 of Wayward Children as tribute, since as per usual, I've somehow deluded myself into thinking I'd be able to work on multiple pieces at once :)

[themculibrary]

G-Rated Sam/Bucky Masterlist

5 Times Bucky Fell And Sam Caught Him (ao3) - annhamilton G, 10k

Summary: ….plus the one time he didn’t.

5 Times Peter Was Suspicious About Sam and Bucky (ao3) - 27dis G, 2k

Summary: And one time he was sure about it.

Ache For You (ao3) - tavana_lee G, 5k

Summary: “Sam. There’s things I feel for you, things I cannot even begin to explain and I- I get nervous around you. I can’t concentrate, I lose my train of thought and I ach- I ache for you.” _

Bucky & Sam get stuck inside, and the tension is too much to bare.

a date with captain america (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 2k

Summary: Bucky meets Sam while shopping for a Halloween costume for his son, and thinks he doesn’t like him. But his opinion quickly changes when New York City is attacked once again, and Bucky finds out who Sam really is.

In which Sam has always been Captain America, The Avengers still exist but Steve isn’t part of the team.

All I Ever Wanted (ao3) - alby_mangroves, seratonation G, 14k

Summary: Florist/tattooist AU. When Steve and Tony decide to get married Bucky and Natasha volunteer to organise the wedding for them. As it turns out the florist is one Sam Wilson and Bucky really didn’t stand a chance.

as fate would have it (ao3) - glittercake G, 3k

Summary: “Red very lost,” It says, surprising the shit out of Bucky.

He stares at it and says, “What?!”

The bird honest to god sighs and repeats, “Red. Very. Lost.”

“Yeah, no shit, pal.” he murmurs, making his way down the sidewalk. “So, your name’s Red, huh?”

“No shit, pal,” says Red.

or, Bucky meets Sam in a very roundabout kind of way.

Covert Coffee & Flirtation Special (ao3) - glittercake G, 5k

Summary: The reporter says “—for Captain America to—”

And Bucky rolls his eyes. “Oh, here we go.”

Sam looks at him then tips his head sideways, got a weird grin on his face. “Not a fan?”

“Not that. Just… the guy seems too good to be true, right? Wings and a shield? Come on.”

“Uh, is that why your eyes are like glued to the screen whenever he’s on?” Kate says. “Is that why you call him Captain Tight Ass?”

“He’s a goddamn show-off, and you know it. Tight ass or not.”

Just then Sam snorts, real loud, grabs his coffee and suffers a horribly controlled laugh on his way out the door.

double dare (ao3) - ohjustpeachy G, 8k

Summary: “Forget it,” Bucky grits out. “Forget I said anything. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Samuel, I’m sure I can get another train.”

“Oh no, don’t you ‘Samuel’ me. Come on, be my friend, Buck, I dare you. I double dare you,” Sam grins.

(Or, Bucky follows his therapist’s advice to cultivate friendship, Sam makes him work for it, and by the time he’s sure they’re friends, Bucky has an entirely new problem on his hands.)

((LOVE))

family man (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 2k

Summary: Sam has always been a family man, and Bucky’s heard so many wonderful stories about his family. Sam suggests Bucky comes with him to meet them on his next visit, but just the thought of meeting new people gives Bucky anxiety.

Home (ao3) - stinkykingcharles G, 7k

Summary: To watch someone act completely in love with you one second, then the next moment, they look at you as if you don’t exist to them. Their heart was closed off to you, when they had once worn it so openly in your presence. To watch helplessly as your love… your home was ripped from your grasp. That was the worst feeling he had ever felt.

I'll Take Your Nightmares Away (ao3) - inthesorrows G, 1k

Summary: Of course Bucky’s safe, as long as he’s with Sam he’ll always be safe. But how do you tell that to someone so used to getting hurt and tortured that they’ll do anything to protect themself?

i’m gone (ao3) - bi_marvel G, 3k

Summary: After infiltrating a Hydra base, Sam and Bucky are sent to a safe house, and there’s only one bed. Oh, golly, I wonder what will happen!

just won’t do right (ao3) - glittercake G, 7k

Summary: Sam’s eyebrows go up, impressed, and he reaches over to squeeze Torres’ shoulder, “This is amazing, kid. Thanks, really.”

Bucky sits and watches in utter horror as the pink darkens on Torres’ cheeks.

Oh, he realizes.

Oh.

Fuck.

Like the sweetest serenade (ao3) - scotchandwhitelies G, 2k

Summary: Bucky wants to propose but he’s an anxious mess.

lists (ao3) - horjuvuus G, 4k

Summary: “I hate you,” he says once he’s finished. Sam has a bright yellow bandaid on his cheek and it looks ridiculous. Better than blood, though.

“Love you, too,” Sam murmurs and closes his eyes. “Hey, I’m gonna sleep on your couch. Hope that’s ok.”

(or, bucky falls in love and it’s easier than he imagined.)

Luminous Beings We (ao3) - dancingloki G, 9k

Summary: In which Bucky Barnes eats cake, pines over Sam Wilson, and has one good god damned day without anybody trying to kill him

Not Just A Piece Of Tech (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 1k

Summary: Sam is more than a little upset that Redwing got destroyed, and Bucky does something about it.

Not Okay (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 960

Summary: Bucky has some feelings about the way Sam was treated by the police.

only wanna be with you (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 1k

Summary: Sam is terrified of coming out as asexual to his already current boyfriend, but it turns out he had nothing to be afraid of.

taking shots (ao3) - wilsonsnest G, 2k

Summary: Sam learns three things about Bucky - he can keep a secret, he might be a genius and he knows how to take some good shots.

you are the sun, the moon and all of my scars (ao3) - winterfalconwarrior G, 4k

Summary: When Sam’s born, everyone looks at the baby in horror. The little boy has a big, angry scar all around his left arm. Everyone knows where it comes from without saying a word. Soulmates always have the same scars.

Your Eyes Are my Sunrise (ao3) - patchwork_daydreams (orphan_account) G, 9k

Summary: “Can you pass me the last slice?” Bucky says, motioning to the box next to Sam.

He’s not sure what makes him do it – maybe some last ditch attempt to break this weirdness between them – but Sam picks up the remaining slice of pizza and stuffs the whole thing into his mouth.

“What last slice?” he asks thickly, through his mouthful of pizza crust.

A smile breaks onto Bucky’s face, and Sam thinks thank god. He holds his gaze, just a little too long, and is surprised when Bucky responds by glancing very deliberately down, running his eyes down Sam’s body. Holy fuck, what is this?

“Dick,” Bucky mutters after a moment, his eyes flicking back up to Sam’s face, and quirking an eyebrow.

[twistedisciple]

continued from here

So this guy’s got an angle after all. Truthfully, Griss would be more suspicious if he didn’t, but it’s not everyday that he meets someone fearless? daring? stupid? enough to want to get up close and personal with a wolf like that. And if this is some roundabout metaphor, then he knows even fewer people willing to have that dance with danger with him. An out-of-place serenity smooths his face as he looks ahead again, leading them both down a well-worn path back toward the center of the island, presumably toward the dormitories, and he nearly makes a quip about how Lambert must not have gotten bitten yet when the man’s revelation shuts him up before he can even start.

A dragon? Griss’ skips a step over a vine.

”Hold on.” He cuts a ‘stop fucking with me’ look over his shoulder. “Lemme make sure we got the same definition of a ‘dragon.’ Big, scaly thing with fangs as big as my hand, yeah? Can swallow a grown man whole?”

He stops and turns around, eyes the scar on the man’s shoulder. Sure, the guy’s got a few more of them, too, and sure, he looks pretty strong, but he’s in one piece. After a moment, Griss’ sneer comes back.

“Look, you don’t gotta impress me. Just say you got nipped by an overgrown lizard.” A shrug and he turns around again. “Doesn’t make a difference to me. You’re gonna be begging for a real dragon to eat you up once I’m done with you.”

He starts to laugh. “Or maybe it’ll get you the answer to that question. Why does pain fascinate me so much? Just lemme show ya—“

Whirling around, Griss swings the pocket knife he’d been using to chisel his coconut across Lambert’s chest.

@egittae

[yoomiwrites]

Sugar Rush¹³

Summary: Reader has been working directly under the Admirals, Kuzan, Kizaru and Akainu for years. Little by little, the dynamic changes and friendship (and more) develops.

Note: Not much left and then the lil baby is all posted. I remember that (at this point) I thought about doing Akainu x Reader. But oooooh well.

The morning started like any other. I slipped into my routine easily, even with Kizaru off on another mission. Things seemed quieter without his playful interruptions, and though I had grown used to his presence, I found myself focusing on the work without much distraction.

Akainu, as usual, was stern and distant, keeping to his strict regimen. Since my return from vacation, I had seen him differently. Knowing he had personally brought my brother into the Marines—albeit in his harsh, roundabout way—had shifted my view of him. There was more beneath that hardened exterior, and maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as heartless as I’d once thought.

It was mid-afternoon, and I had just left the records room to file some reports when I overheard a group of marines gossiping near the corridor. Their voices carried through the hall, their words cutting through the usual hum of base activity.

“Honestly, I don’t know how anyone can stand working under Akainu. The guy’s a machine—doesn’t care about anyone but his own agenda.”

“Yeah, and the way he treats everyone? Like we’re disposable.”

“I swear, he’s impossible to please. Doesn’t matter how hard you work, it’s never enough for him.”

The more they spoke, the angrier I felt. I had my issues with Akainu in the past, but now, knowing a bit more about his intentions—especially after everything he’d done for my brother—I couldn’t just stand there and listen to them tear him down.

Without thinking, I stepped forward, my voice cutting through their chatter. “That’s enough.”

They all turned, startled, as I marched up to them, crossing my arms. “You clearly don’t understand Sakazuki if that’s what you think of him.” I paused, my own use of his first name surprising even myself. “He’s demanding, yes, but he expects the best from his Marines because he believes in our strength. If you don’t like it, maybe you’re not cut out for the job.”

Their faces paled at my words, and they exchanged nervous glances. “W-We didn’t mean anything by it, (L/N)-san. We were just—”

“I don’t care what you were just doing. Show some respect. We wouldn’t have the order and discipline we do if not for him.”

I didn’t realize how loud my voice had gotten until I noticed them backing away, muttering apologies before scurrying off like mice.

Satisfied, I exhaled a sharp breath and turned around—only to freeze on the spot. There, standing a few paces behind me, was Akainu. He was watching me, his arms crossed, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, a strange expression on his face.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, unsure how much he had overheard. The silence stretched, and I wondered if he was angry, or worse, if he found my sudden defense of him ridiculous. But then, slowly, his stern expression shifted into something almost… confused.

“Did I just hear you use my first name?” His voice, though still gruff, had a strange edge to it. There wasn’t the usual coldness in it. If anything, he sounded more surprised than upset.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “I… I didn’t realize I did,” I admitted, a little embarrassed now that the adrenaline had worn off.

Akainu stared at me for a long moment, his eyes searching my face for something. Then, much to my surprise, his usual harshness softened—if only slightly. “You defended me.”

It wasn’t a question, more of an observation, but the way he said it felt almost... tentative. I shifted awkwardly on my feet. “Well, yeah. I mean, you’re not perfect, but no one should speak about you like that. They don’t know what I do.”

He didn’t reply right away, and the silence that followed was heavy, but not uncomfortable. Finally, he spoke again, his voice quieter. “Don’t use my first name in front of others. I am still your superior.”

I opened my mouth to apologize, but then he continued, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. “After work, though… perhaps it wouldn’t be an issue.”

My eyes widened slightly in surprise, and I wasn’t sure if I’d heard him right. Did Akainu just give me permission to call him by his first name when we weren’t working?

He cleared his throat, seeming to catch himself. “As long as you continue to uphold your duties properly, I won’t have an issue with it.”

I nodded quickly, trying to suppress the smile tugging at my lips. “Understood, Sir.”

He gave a final, curt nod before turning on his heel, walking back toward the main hall without another word.

As I watched him go, a strange warmth settled in my chest. I couldn’t help but feel a new sense of respect for the man. Sure, he was tough and harsh, but somewhere beneath that rough exterior, there was a deeper understanding.

Maybe, just maybe, I had started to understand Sakazuki a little more, too.

[aeoki]

Number Eight - Tripping 9

Characters: Rinne, HiMERU, Kohaku & Niki Location: Company Car

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< One hour later. Less than an hour until the time limit. >

Niki: …Yeah, the key fits in this door.

…Excuse me~

Uh, I think this is the right place. It’s the same as the one in the photo, right?

…Woah!? Party poppers!?

There are staff members here. Which means this is the goal for “Number Eight”...?

HiMERU: Look, the tablet also says “Congratulations!”

Kohaku: So it’s finally over. I’m glad our hard work paid off.

Niki: Yeah. Sure, this is a variety TV show, but we really went through a lot.

Especially Rinne-kun. He didn’t feel well because he wasn’t used to the place… I wish the staff did a better job taking care of us.

Rinne: Don’t sulk so much, Niki. I’ll say something to ‘em on behalf of “Crazy:B”.

Niki: Okay. Make sure you give it to them straight!

Rinne: Hey, staff members, how dare you put us through all that.

We went back and forth on the West Coast… It was hell, ya know?

But we also got to have a nice trip thanks to you guys. We’re really thankful.

Niki: …Excuse me?

Wha? Did I hear that right? I thought you were gonna complain to them.

What did you mean by a “nice trip”...?

Rinne: Sure, I didn’t feel good at some point in time, but that had nothing to do with the show, right?

This sorta crazy show is perfect for us and yeah, I’ll stir up some trouble for the staff, but once the show’s over, it’s normal to get along with them, right?

Niki: Well, sure, that’s normal in the industry but… Oh, geez. I’m not gonna know how to feel if you give a sound argument like that!

Rinne: Oi, oi, Niki. You’re makin’ an enemy outta the wrong people.

The conflict that occurs between the corrupt staff, who only care about business, and the idols, who’re being used by ‘em, don’t happen that frequently.

Or what? Have you started to believe in those online conspiracies too?

If that sorta stuff kept happening, then the entertainment industry would’ve disappeared a long time ago.

HiMERU: Right. In other words, Amagi knew everything from the very beginning, but didn’t tell us.

Amagi didn’t say a word, so we misunderstood. But both parties had reached an agreement from the beginning.

Rinne: Yeah. It means that the majority of the people working in this industry are good people deep down. They’re just members of the general public who want to work with public entertainment.

Sure, sometimes there are those who stir up trouble ‘cause the industry’s huge, but those are just the outliers in the grand scheme of things.

“Number Eight” was originally supposed to be revived in Japan without a budget. But I asked ‘em for a big favour and changed it so that it’d be filmed overseas.

In exchange, they’d go easy on the variety aspects and we’d have to give good reactions.

Kohaku: I–I see.

Staff, I’m sorry. We tricked you in order to get a phone call out…!

Rinne: Wait, hold up! Whaddya mean by that…!?

Guys, you didn’t do anything rude while I was asleep, right?

Niki: It wasn’t anything violent. We just lied to them and borrowed their phone for a bit!

HiMERU: I don’t think we did anything rude, but it’s true the staff began distrusting us. That certainly showed in their behaviour – HiMERU cannot deny that.

Niki: Hmm? “We originally intended on messing with you guys, anyway, so it doesn’t bother you? If anything, you were glad we went along with all the craziness…?”

I’m grateful you think that way. If only Rinne-kun told us this earlier.

But why did you make such a roundabout request and ask them to change the location?

If the show didn’t take place overseas, then there wouldn’t have been a misunderstanding between you and the staff.

Rinne: The answer’s obvious, right? ♪ This is the land of my dreams – it’s the place I can hit it big, ya know?

Once filming is over, we’re gonna hole ourselves up in Las Vegas!

Niki: …Wha!? You put us and the staff through all that trouble just for that!?

Ugh, looks like my worst enemy was right next to me all along! HiMERU-kun, Kohaku-chan, this useless human here is the real root of all evil!

He’s just gonna do this all over again if he doesn’t learn his lesson!

Rinne: Gyahaha! Why don’t you try and catch me then?

Let’s see if you can catch Rinne Amagi-kun, who’s made a full recovery after a good night’s sleep…☆

Niki: Ah, wait, Rinne-kun! I’m gonna make you stop with your oppression today once and for all~!

Kohaku: Niki-han and Rinne-kun are the same as usual.

I didn’t expect Rinne-han’s goal to be Las Vegas, though.

HiMERU: Hehe. That certainly sounds like something Amagi would do.

It probably wasn't necessary to travel around the West Coast on a TV show if that’s where he really wanted to go, though.

Kohaku: ?

HiMERU: He could’ve made the location for the show Las Vegas instead. Since the show was to be filmed overseas, he would’ve had numerous chances to change it to Las Vegas.

HiMERU thinks what he truly wanted was to go on a drive on the West Coast with “Crazy:B”. That’s probably why he wanted to film the show overseas.

Kohaku: Ohh.

He’s really one awkward guy, huh. He should’ve just been honest from the start.

Well, I guess that’s the type of person our leader is – pretentiousness and all…♪

Rinne: Come on, Niki, try and catch me! I won’t run nor hide ☆

Niki: You’re running away as you’re saying that! Why, you–!

On second thought, I’m always getting pushed around by you! You’re still recovering from not feeling well earlier, so stop moving about so much, geez~!

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[doctor-hopper]

(Previous posts, now I want to ramble a little more!)

But yeah, “Servant” to me stands for the things Komaeda feels he’s been cheated out of.

My original view was that he would probably just give up the Servant thing soon after Monaca goes to space. Whatever happens next, he’ll need new names, new roles. But now I see the sense in the idea he might just keep it, too. After all, he still wears the hand, the symbol of the Despair that Enoshima awakened in him. Why not the chain, to stand for the Despair that’s been in him all along?

He’ll idolize Naegi, a true Hope, or even Kamukura, who I think he’d quickly come to see as something of a false Hope and an equal middle-finger to his past ideology in the other direction. But his love will come with a lot of weird envy, all buried down somewhere in the mix. Whether he’s fully aware of this or not (and either way, he sure is weird about it—“huh huh huh huh huh huh huh?” [funny evidence №3]), it would also serve to feed whatever Despair now rules him.

If it’s Kamukura, his servitude would carry a special sting as he retraces well-worn patterns that mean nothing to him anymore—the over-sung praise of talent on something he knows doesn’t deserve it, the pleas to be used for something that fall on ears he knows won’t listen.

If he decides to work with Kamukura in any way that treats him as Hope (which he very well might not, especially once he knows the full story, Kamukura’s origin, serving Enoshima, etc.), I can’t quite see Komaeda just accepting Kamukura’s apathy either, though. Hope lies in motivation and struggle—even more, now, with his new focus on the underdog. What good is a Hope that Komaeda can plainly order around, and when he doesn’t, does nothing at all? It could be something—an obstacle Komaeda could put in the path of someone like Naegi, perhaps—but it’s not Hope. Komaeda’s here to serve, to facilitate. He pits one force against another. He keeps himself out of the equation, at least on paper.

So if he took an interest in Kamukura and wanted to make him Hope, he would have to find something that actually kind of motivates him—then press his buttons and pull his strings in that roundabout way, until whatever results from that can be roughly passed off as “Kamukura’s idea”. Depending on what sort of motivation Komaeda latches onto (because glimmers of it do exist for Kamukura), how he goes about fostering it, and whether Kamukura actually ends up becoming more motivated or just decides to play along like he has with everyone else who’s ever wanted something of him, this could go wonderfully or horribly or somewhere weird and ambiguous in between.

Talk to me about them they’re fascinating

[shadowthief78]

You’re an idol and BLLK boys love your music:

They listen...

Blast your music every time they can, whenever they can, at the highest possible volume, completely ignoring the consequences and demands for them to turn down the volume

KAISER (bastard man), SHIDOU, Karasu, Otoya, Zantetsu (probably doesn’t know how the volume dial works), Raichi, Aiku, Igarashi (he sings along very badly and pretends to duet all the time)

Will use speakers at a reasonable volume

Barou, Sae (mostly when it’s his turn to pick music for workouts in Spain, he’s super glad nobody else can understand Japanese), Bachira, Naruhaya, Chigiri (yeah, he likes your music, why? Only unbothered on the outside lol), Nanase, Reo, Aryu (headphones mess with his hair)

Use headphones because they’re considerate people and not uncivilized animals with no manners

Kunigami, Nagi, Gagamaru (once he figures out how to use them), Kira, Niko, Yukimiya, Kurona, Hiyori, Sendou, Ness

Use headphones because they’re shy about liking you

Isagi (you’re just really cute and he gets flustered when someone teases him for liking you!!), Barou (denies it but would get really flustered under the right circumstances), Rin, Tokimitsu (he’s shy about everything)

How they sing or dance along along...

Enthusiasm like you’ve never seen:

BACHIRA, NANASE, NARUHAYA, Barou (probably scolds everyone else for not doing the motions correctly and demonstrates himself), Reo, Aiku, Shidou, Aryu (knows all the moves, does them nearly as well as you lol)

If persuaded, does well:

Yukimiya (he’s just a classy guy), Hiyori, Kurona, Niko, Nagi (kinda mumbles the lyrics), Chigiri, Isagi (tries his best!! baby), Kunigami, Kaiser (smug all the while), Sendou

Under no circumstances:

Sae and Rin (they both have reputationsTM to keep up), Ness, Zantetsu (he doesn’t know the words so he sings nonsense studd that soudns similar instead... how does an athlete like him manage to be so uncoordinated at dancing?)

Their merch buying habits...

Is that a shrine in your room?

Ness, Rin, Shidou, Sae (probably VIP tickets everywhere + extra to have his identity concealed, he called a million yen a “small” amount of money), Aiku, Reo (and Nagi by extension)

A few posters, occasional concert tickets, CDs, but nothing overboard:

Chigiri, Yukimiya, Raichi, Bachira, Hiyori, Shidou (but they’re all kinda niche like a bedspread or underwear), Kurona, Yukimiya (one of the lucky ones who sees you after a live show, brings flowers to give you)

One or two nice things, but nothing else:

Naruhaya (makes his own merch!), Isagi, Tokimitsu (is it really okay for him to buy this? it feels like taking advantage of something! oh, but, you get the money, so it’s fine... unless it’s not???), Barou, Karasu, Otoya, Niko (sets his phone background to you)

What they’re like on social media...

Gets “bro they’re famous, they’re not going to fuck you” comments on half their posts for good reason:

SHIDOU, KAISER (responds with “yes they will” and wholeheartedly believes it), Sendou, Aiku, Reo, Otoya, Igarashi

Leaves cute comments, posts the occasional photo of them at a concert/with merch, etc:

Karasu,Chigiri,  Bachira, Isagi, Kunigami, Zantetsu (takes fifteen minutes to spell “beautiful”), Yukimiya, Hiyori, Tokimitsu, Nanase, Kurona (puns in all of them)

Lurkers:

Ness, Niko, Nagi (all N names there), Sae and Rin (they can’t hide the family similarities)

If they met you in real life...

Proposes marrage on the spot:

SHIDO, Bachira, Barou (in a roundabout way of letting you know he disapproves of all your other suitors), Aiku

Visibly nervous but can speak fine:

Chigiri, Hiyori, Yukimiya, Aryu (covers up his nerves with ✨glam✨), Kira, Kurona, Niko, Sae, Nagi (surprisingly laid back, asks you to sign his phone case), Reo,

Too shy to do anything but shake your hand and get an autograph/picture together:

Tokimitsu, Isagi, Raichi (prepared what he had to say in advance and then stutters over every third word), Rin, Nanase (another baby!)

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That things to incorporate in smut post got me thinking. In a roundabout way that’s prob only indirectly smutty. Ok, say Jim had managed to acquire a younger girlfriend (which he totally thinks gives bragging rights because let’s be real, he’d be forever going on about it), pre-chow time. Post…well, look at how obviously different he moves. Not just the limp, but the caution. He’s more AWARE now that he’s an old guy *coughwithmoobsbutilovethatforhimcough* Very mortal. Very missing half his parts. GF still has more than half her life left, barring any unfortunate circumstances.

I think he’d be an absolutely tragic nightmare combo of clingy/flirty/tell him still think he’s hot/you can be the sexy nurse, but then when the phantom pains get bad enough to make him really THINK about it, he’s all cranky from wounded ego. No, he DOESN’T want a massage (because that’s a thing you can do for phantom limbs, apparently). He’s not taking his pants off for THAT, thanks. Maybe tries to spin it into something dirty, like “but if you’re asking for more fun reasons…” Before he just gives up and goes back to sulking. Says just hand him the booze and go away, he’s got things to drink about for awhile.

OMG YES- AND PROSTHETICS TOO! If I make smut for Jim, or Long John Silver, or Captain Hook- will absolutely be putting detail in about that. Thank you for the reminder!

And, yes!! He is a lot more cautious and grounded in the second movie! Obviously- because of trauma (I mean- look at my last post.). And I like how you're suggesting that only getting mauled by a croc made him realise he's old. Like, the general aging process did not do it for him (Which honestly makes sense, considering how he watches the coach get attacked in Final Chapter- he's watching like he's invincible. That would n e v e r happen to him right?? Sure, to his father and his mother and his aunt- but not him. Nooo.); he had to lose his limbs to get humbled. (Crazy person.)

Once again- yes! XD I totally agree on how he'd be after that with his S/O 😅 She can play sexy nurse, fine, but as soon as the concern gets real she's got a grumpy old man on her hands. He doesn't need anyone worrying over him, he's a grown ass man and (At least this is my HC) he's been on his own for a l o n g time (I mean he's a sleazy alcoholic low-life illegal poacher- I doubt he's got a whole lotta trustworthy friends.); he can take care of himself. He'd be stubborn as fuck, very very used to doing shit on his own; Gritting and bearing it; D r i n k i n g his problems away. Accepting help? Pff, nah.

I couldn't help it- I had to write a little something for this XD

Jim Bickerman x YoungerGirlfriend!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: A typical night trying to make Jim take care of himself causes a couple revelations for you both. Mostly for you, because he's too damn stubborn to believe you.

Warnings: Very evident age-difference relationship (Its a major theme this time). Insecurities regarding aging and prosthetics. Unedited.

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball and @slxsherwriter

Its a stand-still. You imagine a tumbleweed blowing by in the untidy above-bar apartment; between the ratty old couch and the beer-damp coffee table, and across old jack bottles and a loose-strand mat thats seen far better days. But your focus is stead-fast on Jim across the room by the window. You're half concerned he's going to try and climb out of it to get away from you.

Well- not concerned-concerned, not in a way where you're worried he's going to hurt himself (Thats his prerogative), but more because then he'll escape. And you wont be able to get his damn leg off.

"Jim." You start, a very firm frustrated tone moulding itself to the sound of your voice; not taking your eyes off of the old cowboy so he knows you mean business. "The doctors said you need to take it off at night so the wound can b r e a t h e. If you don't, it can suffocate and get worse. You could lose more of your leg."

"Yeah, well, then it'll get worse! I'll lose more, wont I?" He exclaims, giving a shrug and you throw your arms up in frustration at this quick responce. This man!!- "Its my leg and I'll decide when I take it off."

"Just let me help you, you old coot!"

He waives his hand and the new hook around and shrugs. "I'm fine! Don't need aany help, thank you very- hey." The sudden dark tone that enters his voice creep in as soon as you move to approach and makes you halt immediately in your tracks as he sets you with a very stern look. Jim points his hook prosthetic threateningly at you. "You stay right there."

Well, it would have been threatening if you didn't know him so well. He was not going to hurt you, so you take another step. "Or what?" You ask, shrugging.

"Don't be cute." He warns, a growl in his voice and a snarl on his face.

"Whatever do you mean?- Oh, come on, Jim!" Mid-sentence, Jim had turned around and opened the window. "Its dark, its raining, and its slippery. how do you suppose you're gonna climb down??"

"I already left a ladder out there, assuming you were gonna start this shit again t'night." Of course he did. "Just gotta slide to it. Hm... " The way he's peering out the window suggests that he kind of forgot, though, the exact location of the ladder on the other end of the porch cover below the window sill. Would that stop him, though? No-

Ughh. You groan, and drop your face into your hands out of exasperation.

~

You managed to compromise- he gets to keep his leg on but you convinced him to take off the hook, so long as you handled opening his beers for him. Now you sit side by side under the window (The cool air from the rain is nice after the heat of the stand-off and negotiations). Carefully, you pull the tab on a can of gross beer and pass it across to him. "... so. Same time tomorrow night?" You ask, a worn-out smile on your face.

He chuckles darkly beside you, taking a sip of his drink. "Probably. 'nless you plan on leavin' me alone?"

"No." Nice try on that wishful thinking.

"Then yeah. Same time, same place then."

"... you know you have to give in eventually," You pipe up again, turning your head to look at him, leaning your temple on the wall. When he looks back, you flash him a sleazy smirk (You learnt from the best). "I have better stamina then you do."

That unlocks a real chuckle from him, his shoulders jumping and a smile flickering across his face in a way that makes your smile turn genuine. "Yeah, well, you might be right about that princes but I'm a lot older then you- I know things a lotta you don't, right?" He looks away from you. "And I don't anticipate you stickin' around here forever, so eventually I'll be home-safe." Your heart falls, and the smile slowly disappears from your face listening to him- but he doesn't seem to make any note of it as he flashes you a dirty look of his own. "No matter how good your stamina is."

"... what, on earth, do you mean?"

Jim gives a shrug. "Well sweetheart, just- you're a sweet young little thing. I'm uh- well," Chuckling, his eyes move away from yours again. "I'm a little past my prime, hm? Pretty sure I know how this story plays out. Eh?" There isn't a self deprecating vibe about what he's saying, he just sounds certain. And that baffles you all the more.

You straighten up. "No?? Well, you'd be wrong. Because, I- I- "

"Aw, sweetheart, you don't needta reassure an old man. I'm fine with all this is. Sure, I like ya, but I know what I am, hm? A little bump in the road, right? I'll be fine when you go off an- "

Oh you have never wanted to smack someone so bad. "Jim!" You exclaim in exasperation and a lick anger, cutting through the absolute bullshit. "First of all- " You take the beer out of his hands, set it clearly out of his reach, and then sit down very firmly in front of him; hands on his shoulders. Holding his attention. He looks bemused, and you wish he'd wipe that little grin off his damn face. "Second of all, listen up. I'm serious, here. I'm not going anywhere, not as far as I'm concerned right now. You're a pain in the butt sometimes but I really don't know where this idea that our relationship has an expiration date is coming from. When we met you were in this- what changed??"

"Well," He chuckles, sounding like he thinks whatever he's thinking is just obvious before he looks meaningfully down at himself. "Uh, I'm not exactly g.i. joe fresh outta the box, am I sweetcheeks? Don't even got all my pieces anymore."

Your jaw drops, and for a moment you don't know what on earth to say. You feel like you cant even breathe. Is that what this is about?? Oh- for gods sake. Setting your face in a frustrated frown, you get up- only momentarily- and climb on into Jim's lap; wrapping your arms around his neck and getting comfortable with a sigh.

"Listen," After taking a deep breath, you force your voice to be low and soft, and start again. "You're hot. How can you not know that?? I knew you were crazy but I didn't know you were out of your mind."

A slow, mirthless grin spreads across his haggard face. "... uhuh. Now I think you're just trynna get in my pants, hm?" Oh, he's deflecting. You refrain from the urge to roll your eyes, but come on man. How transparent.

"Maybe I am. Know why?"

"... " he sighs and rolls his remaining eye.

"Cuz you're hot!" You insist blatantly, putting your hands on either side of his face now so the tips of your fingers disappear in his short grey hair. "Please believe me, I'm nuts about you."

"Sure... "

"Everything about you is perfect. I like you; how you are and how you look." You say gently, tilting your head to the side. "... which is why, no matter how difficult you are or what you do to yourself, I'm not going anywhere. You can refuse help all you like, be as stubborn as you can old man, but I'm in this for long haul. So unless you don't want me, anymore, in which case I'll leave and thats fine, I- "

He had let you speak and do whatever you wanted this whole time, only interrupting when you paused, but when you move to get up and off him now Jim uses his one good hand to catch you and keep you where you are, with a finger in one of your belt loops. "Hmmm, now why would I want that?... "

Happily, you settle back down, wrap your arms back around his neck and lean your forehead against his. "... do you believe me?"

...

...

"... Not really." He says bluntly with a cheeky grin, making you groan in defeat. Stubborn. Old. Goa- "But I believe you believe all that crap right now- so I'll just enjoy the ride, huh? Long as it plays out."

Closing your eyes, you give a drawn-out sigh. "... you'll see."

"Maybe."

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I think Lando’s friends “milk” it in the sense that he’s employing almost all of them in a roundabout way. His family seems fairly separate from the fame tho they also dont need him for money.

Charles is probably the one I notice the most bc he employees multiple friends and family to do jobs directly for him where as Lando’s are kind of for his side projects/non personal things.

Carlos is an interesting case study though because I think Sr. and his rally career throws everything off. To an extent Jr. is kinda of used but I think Sr. is still more of the family claim to fame. In my mind Jr. is stuck as the show pony that you give your kid when they want a horse and they maybe win a few ribbons but he’s not the horse you bring to the track when moneys on the line like Sr is

As much as Lando’s family clearly doesn’t need the money, I think his dad and brother have leant on the connection (with the scooters and sim rigs respectively). Not to say that they shouldn’t though. Business is all about connections, and using familial connections and investing in family ties is how you build generational wealth. People get uncomfortable about it because of the “pull yourself up by the bootstraps” fallacy but realistically, what skin is it off Lando’s nose to help out his own dad? So yeah while I’m not commenting on it negatively I do think they’re not entirely separate.

His friends…I don’t know them or the dynamics really so I won’t comment.

I could have sworn Carlos’s manager is his cousin or something? I think Sainz Sr just has less fame globally because rallying is not as popular as F1 but idk if I’d say he milks Carlos for fame. I think it’s interesting though because while Jr is the more famous on outside of strictly the motorsport community, Sr is still the one with the clout in motorsport because of his achievements. Must be an interesting dichotomy. But for example, the obvious parallel is Max and Jos, where Jos races sponsored by his son, and he is “father of” whereas Carlos Jr, within motorsport, I still think is “son of”.