#nO WONDER ALAN WAS PISSED
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hide-your-bugs-away · 9 months ago
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need to post my magnum opus before the sun sets on this wonderful May 18th
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roosterforme · 1 year ago
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Wrong Number | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley was planning on a quiet night at home with a beer and a basketball game on TV. When he receives a text from a wrong number, he's left looking at a beautiful photo of you. Now he just needs to persuade you to ditch the guy you meant to text and focus on him instead.
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, slight dirty talk, Bradley touching himself
Length: 4700 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This was written for Rocktober. Check out my masterlist for more. Banner made by @thedroneranger
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Bradley had endured such a long week at work, all he wanted to do was change out of his uniform, grab a beer from his fridge and lounge around on the couch in his underwear without a responsibility in sight. Nobody should have to work until ten on a Friday night, but it had taken him that long to sort through the massive stack of paperwork from Admiral Simpson. At least now he had nothing planned for the rest of his evening.
His apartment was too hot, and the cold bottle of beer pressed to his bare thigh as he reached for the TV remote left some droplets of condensation. It felt good. He took another sip as his phone vibrated next to him. With a soft grunt, he abandoned the remote in favor of the phone and unlocked it with his pass code.
There was a new text from an unknown number. And there was a photo attached. He grimaced, afraid of what he was going to find if he tapped on it. He read the phone number twice, but it didn't sound familiar beyond the San Diego area code. He let his head tip back as he recalled the time he pissed Nat off and she gave his phone number to a random sailor in retaliation. Bradley really hoped he wasn't going to have to kindly ask someone to stop sending him dick pics like last time. 
Before he lost the nerve, he tapped on the message, and his screen was suddenly filled with a photo of a woman who looked just a few years younger than him. And she was hot. He paused with his beer bottle halfway to his lips before letting it settle back down to his thigh. 
Hey, Alan. It's me. So now you have my phone number, too.
Bradley didn't know who the hell Alan was, but he wasn't mad about the mix-up. This photo was something else. It almost looked like it was taken in the bathroom at the Hard Deck. The lighting was bad, and there was a paper towel dispenser in the background, but whoever you were.... damn, you were stunning. All pretty features and smiling like you had a secret. 
It took him a moment to stop staring at the photo and return to the previous screen and your message. He was going to have to tell you that he wasn't Alan and that you had the wrong number, but he just sat there and tapped his phone case instead. He didn't even like the name Alan, but damn if he didn't want to be Alan right now. That lucky bastard had you interested in him. 
Bradley was wondering how the mix-up happened in the first place as he drafted up a text to you. Only some sort of fucking idiot wouldn't check and double check that he gave you the right number. "Amateurs," he mumbled as he typed with a little smirk on his face.
Hey, sorry to inform you, but this actually isn't Alan. However, I wouldn't mind one bit if you kept sending me the photos that are meant for him.
He hit send and tossed his phone aside, assuming you'd just block him and move on with your night. He brought his beer bottle back to his lips and enjoyed the way the drink helped cool him down while he contemplated taking a shower, but when he reached for the remote again, his phone vibrated. 
There was another message from the same number. Intrigued, Bradley unlocked his phone again, and he was pleased to see another text and another photo.
Hi, Not-Alan. Sorry about that! I hope you have a great night.
This photo was similar to the first one, except that you were flipping him the peace sign and winking which made Bradley laugh. You seemed fun, even through this limited interaction. And he was sure that was the ladies' bathroom at the Hard Deck, which pissed him off, because he got out of work so late he didn't feel like going out tonight. Maybe if he had been there, you wouldn't have been talking to Alan in the first place.
"Damn it." He was intrigued. He wanted to know more about this.
My night is substantially better now that I have two photos of you. So where did Alan get off to anyway? And why is he trying to steal my phone number?
This time Bradley was dying for another response. But it didn't come. He stared at his phone for a solid minute before returning to his beer and downing the rest of the bottle. Still nothing. He stood and made his way into the kitchen, tossing his empty into the recycling bin before getting another one from the fridge and eyeing up the food situation. He should probably eat something, but he swore he heard his phone vibrating. When he looked over to the couch, the screen was lit up. 
He slammed the fridge door and opened the new bottle before heading back to his phone. There was no photo this time, but there was a new message.
I actually lost Alan in the crowd, so really, the man could be just about anywhere. And I don't think he was trying to steal your number at all, Not-Alan. He wrote it on my palm, and it smeared before I could add it to my phone.
"Okay," Bradley said out loud. "Now we're getting somewhere." He sat down on the couch with his beer on the coffee table and started a new message. 
Alan should learn how to write neater in the future, because he's missing out here. You have to double check that someone who looks like you got the number right. Everyone knows that.
Bradley decided that he was going to have no shame for the night. Not as long as you kept writing back to him. He was contemplating how to save your number in his phone when another selfie with a message came through. You were out by the bar at the Hard Deck with a smile on your face, and you were holding up your palm complete with Bradley's smeared phone number.
Does this number look familiar, Not-Alan? Still no actual Alan in sight, by the way. 
Bradley supposed that the 7 could have been mistaken for a 1. Or maybe Alan's phone number had a 5 that got smeared into a 6. It didn't really matter. Bradley was going to shoot his shot and hope Alan didn't resurface. 
Good, Alan can just stay lost. What's your name, pretty girl?
Then he saved your number as Pretty Girl, and this time he did manage to turn the TV on while he waited with his phone in his hand. He muted the Clippers game and picked up his beer before promptly setting it back down again.
Pretty Girl: Not so fast, Not-Alan. You tell me your name first. And how old you are. And your blood type and the last four of your social security number. 
Bradley laughed and started typing. He realized he hadn't stopped smiling for the last twenty minutes as he hit send.
I'm Bradley. I'm 34. O positive. 2305.
On a regular night, the basketball game would have held his attention, but tonight he couldn't stop looking at his phone. "Come on, Pretty Girl," he muttered, running his beer bottle along his thigh before taking a sip. 
Pretty Girl: Okay, Bradley. You have my attention. Send me a selfie exactly where you are, and I'll think about telling you my name. No changing into something nicer. No fixing your hair. Just a selfie. Right now.
Bradley looked down at himself in just his black boxer briefs and mumbled, "If you say so." When he set his phone camera to selfie mode, he looked at the screen and realized his hair still looked pretty decent from work. So he went ahead and took a picture where he was wearing a bit of a skeptical smirk, and he sent it before he could think twice. 
And now his heart was beating a little faster. This was probably where you'd stop responding. Oh hell, at least he went for it, but a few minutes later, you still hadn't sent anything back to him. Maybe he could have tried to hide the scars on his neck and cheek, but what was the point? Clearly you were sending him actual selfies you'd taken tonight, and he did exactly what you'd told him to. Then his phone vibrated.
Pretty Girl: Do you really expect me to believe that you're not just googling "hot shirtless guy with a mustache", downloading a photo, and trying to pass it off as yourself?
He tipped his head back and laughed. There was just something about you. He didn't even know your name or what your voice sounded like, but he could already tell he was going to like both of those things. If you ever told him or let him hear you.
That's really me. Promise. Will you tell me your name now? Or do I have to keep calling you Pretty Girl?
He was wondering if you were still at the bar, surrounded by guys like Alan who would love to take you home while you were chatting with him. And he hoped the next text would contain your name. But you just ignored him when you wrote back a few minutes later. 
Pretty Girl: Prove you're not just sending some photos of a random hot dude. Go stand by your open refrigerator and take a selfie. Then take another one with your toothbrush. 
"She's a handful," Bradley murmured as he stood with a smile. He carried his beer into the kitchen, opened his refrigerator and snapped a selfie where the fridge light somehow accentuated his features nicely. Then he left his beer on the counter while he went into his bathroom. He was actively trying not to smile for this one where he had his red toothbrush hanging out of the side of his mouth, but he was on the verge of laughing at how ridiculous his night turned out to be. 
He typed up a message and attached both photos and then sent them off while he finished his beer at the kitchen counter, Clippers game forgotten. 
What is this, Pretty Girl? A hostage negotiation? I already told you, that's really me.
It didn't take too long for you to respond this time, and Bradley wasn't even letting his screen dim long enough to need to unlock it now.
Pretty Girl: Are you naked in these photos?
"Jesus," he muttered. Of course he wasn't. Did you want him to be? Shit, he needed to stop thinking about that.
No! I'm wearing underwear. You told me not to get changed or anything.
He felt flushed and too warm as he set his phone down on the counter and went to open some windows. Then he walked a few laps around his apartment in an effort to chill the fuck out. He wasn't even with you, and you were under his skin. 
When he returned to his phone, there was a selfie and a message waiting for him. In the photo, you were sipping a drink, and the way the straw pressed to your perfect lips had him practically moaning. 
Pretty Girl: My friend thinks there's something wrong with me. I'm at a Navy bar in San Diego at the moment. There are hot guys galore, and yet I'm glued to my phone. 
"Shit, shit, shit." Bradley thought about getting dressed and heading out to the bar himself. Then maybe he could hear you tell him your name in person right before he pulled the straw away from your mouth and kissed you.
How much longer are you going to be at the Hard Deck, Pretty Girl?
Bradley started heading for his bedroom closet when his phone vibrated in his hand.
Pretty Girl: How do you know I'm at the Hard Deck? Do I need to smash my phone to bits and go into hiding?
"Fuck," he grunted, typing so quickly he had to go back and fix several spelling errors before he could send it. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, so he paused before getting any clothing out of his closet.
Because I'm in the Navy, and I live in San Diego. And I recognized the inside of the bathroom from the first photo you sent me. I swear I'm not creepy. You can ask Penny, the bartender and owner of that fine establishment. I spend enough time there. Show her my photo.
Bradley collapsed onto his bed with his forearm over his eyes and his phone clutched to his chest. He didn't have to check the time to know it had been a while since he texted you. He also didn't have to look at his phone to know it was after midnight now and that you and he had been chatting for almost two hours. Bradley jolted when the phone vibrated against his chest.
Pretty Girl: Okay. Alright. Penny is a sweetheart, and your story checks out. Also, she told me your call sign and then told me to have you verify what it is for my own peace of mind. So what is it, Bradley? And how do you know what the ladies' restroom here looks like?
Oh, he was going to owe Penny big time. He typed away as he lay sprawled out on his bed.
My call sign is Rooster. And as for your bathroom question.... are you really going to make me answer that?
Bradley closed his eyes and thought about the girl who had taken him into the bathroom with her last year. He was pretty sure she had brown hair, but other than that, he couldn't really recall. But he did remember looking at that paper towel holder on the wall and the framed photo of an F/A-14 that was hanging over it while he was in there with her. 
He wouldn't mind taking a trip there with you, that was for sure. Or maybe you and he could skip the scandalous bar hookup and just go right to dinner or a movie. For some reason, he thought he might actually prefer that.
Pretty Girl: Be back soon. I'm getting a ride home.
Bradley mused out loud, "It better not be from Alan." Shit, he could have offered to go pick you up and make sure you got home safely. He'd only had those two beers all night, and now he was picturing some faceless guy named Alan driving you home and pawing at you.
He texted you back.
Let me know when you get home, okay? And you can always just call me.
With a sigh, he got out of bed and plugged his phone in, not sure what to expect at this point. He went back into the bathroom and used his red toothbrush. And then he went back to the living room and closed all the windows. When he was in his room again, he had no new notifications as he climbed in bed. He was about to text you again and check in when his phone rang.
CALL FROM Pretty Girl
Bradley was smiling as he answered. "Hey, Pretty Girl."
A soft laugh preceded your voice, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek as you said, "Hi, Bradley with the O positive blood. Are you trying to tell me that you were in that bar bathroom with a girl?"
He found himself laughing. "Can I plead the fifth?"
When you moaned softly, he dropped his phone onto the pillow and had to scramble to get it. "Oh, my god. Even your voice is sexy."
Okay. He should not be on the verge of touching himself after you spoke three whole sentences to him. "You make it home safely?" he asked, trying to play it cool as he thought about those photos you sent him. 
"Mmhmm. A very nice man named Alan drove me home. He's right here next to me as I get changed for bed."
Bradley thought for a beat that he had met his match in you. "You better be lying. You know what, put Alan on the phone."
Your laughter filled him up as you said, "He's not really here. I had to ditch him, because he doesn't even have a mustache. Apparently that's a deal breaker for me now?"
Holy shit. Bradley was in trouble. He was getting turned on, and you weren't even really saying anything dirty. "You're killing me. You gonna tell me your name, Pretty Girl?"
"No. I think I'm going to hold onto it a little longer."
"Fine. But please explain to me how I've never seen you at the Hard Deck before. I'm certain I would remember your face."
Your voice sounded a little softer now as you said, "I just moved to Coronado. It was my first time at the bar."
If he hadn't worked so late today, Bradley would have probably been there tonight as well. "You had fun? You think you'll go back again?"
"Probably," you replied casually. "When do you think you'll be there?"
Bradley was so warm he was starting to sweat. "Pretty Girl, you just say the word, and I'll clear my whole damn calendar."
Your little sighs and soft giggles were going to be the death of him. "You know, I still have Alan's, or rather your phone number on my hand."
He imagined himself kissing your palm and rewriting his phone number. "Should be in my handwriting. I'll make sure I always bring a pen with me to the bar."
You cleared your throat softly, and Bradley imagined you climbing into bed. "Penny told me to watch out for some of the other guys. But she said you're okay."
"Just okay?"
"Actually, she called you a big, brown eyed puppy dog."
Bradley laughed. "I've been called worse."
"I'm sure you have," you replied quickly. "You deserve some sort of punishment for daring to look good with a mustache."
"It's a blessing and a curse. Now, are you going to send me another photo? Or are you going to just agree to meet me tomorrow night?"
He heard a rustling noise and then you softly said, "Alan is not going to like this one bit." And then another photo arrived, and this one had Bradley's mouth hanging open. 
"Now it's my turn to ask if you're naked in this picture." He was taking in every inch of your exposed skin and your bedding tucked up to your collar bones. You took your makeup off for bed, and you looked cozy and intimate. And you were talking to him. You were letting him see this. Bradley had to actively think about not touching himself. 
"Totally naked."
"Fuck."
"Send me another one?"
"Yeah," he grunted, swallowing hard as he tried to pose for another selfie just how he was, sprawled out on his pillow with his left arm bent and tucked back behind his head. But his cheeks looked flushed, and his eyes looked darker than usual. He was turned on. 
Fuck it. He snapped the photo and sent it. And about ten seconds later, he was greeted with the strangled sound you made.
"It should be illegal for someone with that mustache to look so good. It's rude, honestly. Bradley, you're kind of rude, because now I want to know...."
He was hanging on your every word. "Know what, Pretty Girl?"
The call went completely silent before you said softly and sweetly, "What your mustache feels like...everywhere."
A soft, startled laugh escaped his lips. You were on the verge of some dirty talk now, he could just tell. And his cock was hard as he replied with, "I'd love to let you find out. But before you respond, I need to know how much you've had to drink tonight. I don't want to take advantage of anything here."
You whimpered on the other end of the call. "A mustache, brown eyes, and a gentleman? All Alan did for me was buy me those two Long Island iced teas."
Bradley grunted and said, "That's enough about Alan. Why don't you go ahead and tell me where you'd like to feel my mustache first, Pretty Girl."
You squeaked and said, "I want to feel it rough along my skin right below my ear while you whisper to me. Oh my god, I can't believe I said that out loud. I should just go to bed."
"Don't hang up," Bradley said, panting with need now. "Tell me more."
"Okay," you sighed with another little squeak. "I want to feel it on my lips. While I'm sitting in your lap, licking the taste of that beer you drank from your mouth."
"Holy shit," he groaned, palming himself through his boxer briefs.
"I know," you whined with need. "And I want to feel it on the back of my neck while you do filthy things to me. And I don't even know you!"
"You will," he guaranteed. "Please, tell me what time I can meet you tomorrow."
Bradley listened to the rustle of your sheets as he waited. Then you finally said, "Seven o'clock? At the Hard Deck?"
"I'll be there, Pretty Girl. I can't wait to see you."
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It was barely even 6:30, but you were already at the bar all made up and wearing a cute dress. Penny recognized you right away, which was kind of nice and kind of embarrassing. When she asked if you wanted another Long Island, you waved her off and said, "Nothing yet. I'm meeting someone."
Her eyes lit up as she asked, "Is it Rooster?"
You'd barely slept all night, preferring to look at the four selfies he'd sent you after you ended the call around two. There was a little more dirty talk, sure, but you and he also learned a bit more about each other. And now you were going to meet this naval aviator who was originally from Virginia but loved the Los Angeles Clippers face to face. 
"Yeah. It's Rooster."
Penny looked truly delighted. "You have nothing to worry about. He's very sweet."
"Tell that to the butterflies," you muttered as you placed one hand on your stomach for a beat, willing the nerves to dissipate as you walked away. You'd told Bradley you wanted his mustache on your body. In several places. And then he told you he thought you were so pretty and fun that he wanted to kiss you everywhere. And right now you were just mystified as to how this could have possibly happened only a week after you moved to this neighborhood. And you still didn't know what happened to Alan after you went to the ladies' bathroom and saved the wrong number in your phone.
You laughed when you thought about it, and then you ran your hands along the fabric of your dress. You were so antsy, your palms were sweaty. You looked down at yourself and just got more nervous. Bradley hadn't seen much of your body in the photos you'd sent to him. You'd seen plenty of his though, and he looked tall and muscular even next to his damn refrigerator. And his face was gorgeous, right down to that sinful looking mustache. 
And you were just... you. Alan was really more your speed with his nerdy glasses and messy hairstyle and his lack of ability to even grow any sort of facial hair at all. You just hoped that Bradley wouldn't take one look at you in person and walk right back out of the bar. 
You were about to tell Penny that you thought you needed a drink after all when the door caught your eye, and Bradley strolled into the bar like he owned the place. "Oh...fuck," you whispered, gaping at him as he ran his fingers through his hair. The photos hadn't even done him justice. He had to be over six feet tall, and he was so broad and muscular, he looked like he could pick you up and toss you around a little bit. "Shit." He was wearing some snug fitting jeans and a tropical print shirt like he just knew he could pull off the most ridiculous look. "Damn." He was glancing around, trying to find you while you started scouring the room unsuccessfully for another exit. 
You were trapped in here, and he was walking further into the bar now. And you didn't think you could hide halfway behind this couple who was making out for very much longer.  
As Bradley's eyes scanned the crowd again, he looked a little apprehensive. His brow was scrunched, and he checked the time on his watch. You knew it was almost seven. So you took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and then you scooted one step to your left. When his gaze came your way again, his eyes landed on you. And then his face softened. The apprehension melted away, and he smiled a cute and somehow sexy little grin that made you whimper.
Now he was heading your way, his gait sure and steady. And then he was just a few feet away and you could see the scars on his face that you'd studied all night in the photos. And you could see the flecks of gold in his eyes that somehow the selfies didn't capture. And then he was talking, and his voice was even better in person.
"Pretty Girl."
Okay, so he'd seen you up close, and he wasn't running away. That had to be a good sign, right? You managed to say just one slightly breathless word. "Hi." And then his smile grew, and he was closing the space between your body and his. He was reaching for your face and running one rough thumb along your cheek. And then he kissed you.
And the soft scrape of his mustache was even better than all of the ways you'd spent your night imagining it might feel. You couldn't help but return his kiss, and somehow your hands ended up pressed to the front of him, sliding up to his chest. 
When he broke the kiss, he stayed close, his lips not far from your face. He covered your hands with his, keeping them on his body. And then he leaned close to your ear, his mustache scraping along your soft skin there as he whispered, "Tell me your name, Pretty Girl. I'm dying here."
Soft laughter bubbled out of you as he pulled away from you a bit, and those butterflies were going wild. His eyes were fixed on your face, begging for an answer this time as he stroked your hands with his thumbs. And then you told him, and he tried your name out on his tongue a few times with that grin that you liked so much. He kept saying it softly until you kissed him this time, and then he guided your arms around his neck. 
"Listen," he said in that raspy voice that you'd love to focus on all night. "I have no problem staying here for a while if you want to. I bet you could even persuade me to join you in the ladies' room."
"Sounds tempting," you told him with a smirk.
"It really does. But we could also just ditch the bar and grab dinner instead? Maybe watch the Clippers game and have a drink at my place? I'm a little worried Alan might show up here and try to lure you away, if I'm being honest."
You practically snorted with laughter. "I can't even really remember what Alan looks like. He was totally gone from my mind after the first selfie you sent me. Let's get out of here."
He took you by the hand. "Anything you want, Pretty Girl."
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jeun-bug · 1 month ago
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Brain rot anon back again with a thought:
I love the idea of Leo using the MC as a fake partner (like in the little side story thing) and it works out just fine at first. But as MC keeps appearing in Leo’s content (or just establishes themselves at Darkwick), and their personality and stuff starts to show, the more “there’s no way Leo actually pulled that. I’m calling cap” that’s going on. There’s conspiracy threads on the Darkwick exclusive sites AND from Leo’s fans, and they are all slowly just being like “MC is out of his league. Press x to doubt”. Darkwick especially, because Leo doesn’t hide his bitchiness there.
Sho is laughing his ass off at it. Whenever Romeo gets pissed at Leo, he prints off some of the comments to give to him. Subaru scrolls through them to make himself feel better when Leo is a dick to him (and wonders what the reaction would’ve been if he stayed in the spotlight as an actor— would he get the same backlash or would his fans say they are a good match?)
OUUUU I LOVE THE SUBARU DRAMA?? ugh i honestly adore subaru, but i can never figure out quite how to write him. this concept is hilarious, though- leo would be SO pissed, he hates the spotlight being taken off him.
MC has to get alan to take leo’s phone away until he stops doxxing everyone talking shit 😭😭😭
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tokyo-debunkers-headcanons · 10 months ago
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Vagastrom (+ Lucas my bbi 💖) and MC are absent-minded and forgetful
(I'm thinking about Leo's expression when MC forgot about their date 🙋🏻‍♀️)
This is me deadass lol! Thank you for sending in a request!
ALAN MIDO
Alan would be worried that something happened at first. He would get Sho to call MC and see if they were alright.
He wouldn't catch on until sometime later when they were at the garage and he asked them to grab him a tool that he left in the other room, while he worked on a car.
He would hear them walk away. He'd wait patiently, wondering if maybe they didn't know what the tool he asked for looked like. After a few minutes of silence he would slide out from under the car and find them doing something else. When they explained that they forgot as soon as they came into the room. It all clicked.
He'll actually be pretty patient with them. He understands what its like to not be the best at something (like him and tech) so he won't yell or get pissy when they forget something.
He'll drop a gentle reminder any time he sees them, especially if its something important like medication or an important appointment.
SHOHEI HAIZONO "SHO"
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Sho will at first think something happened. He'll shoot them a quick text to ask where the hell they are. And when they tell him he forgot he'll roll his eyes and remind them.
With a brother like his (iykyk) he's used to that sort of thing, so it doesn't bother him too much.
The only time it will genuinely piss him off is if MC forgot that he was making food and they go out to eat. Like they grabbed fast food when he already made dinner.
I HC Sho as someone who hates wasting good food. So if there's one way to piss him off its that.
He wouldn't snap at MC but he would give them a bit of a lecture before a short while of silent treatment. Its not just about the food though. Its about the fact that he put so much effort into something and they just forgot.
Once he learned that it was kinda who they were he'll be more forgiving but he'll still get pissed.
LEO KUROSAGI
Okay Leo is petty when it first happens. If Sho gives them a littl a while of silent treatment, Leo will straight up act like they don't exist until they've either apologized with starbies or he's satisfied.
Once he learns its not their fault, he'll still be petty but he'll set alarms on their phone. He isn't going to spam call or text them. That's super desperate and ugly in his opinion (even if he wants to)
Leo is one of those guys who will stay mad if they forgot. The only time he won't is if it was an emergency (like they're dead)
LUCAS ERRANT "LUCA"
Our boi Luca doesn't get mad. He gets a little one track minded himself (obviously) she he's always patient with MC.
He'll pick up on it faster than Alan though, thats for sure. He'll give them gentle reminders every now and then and try to keep them on track when they're together.
If he's not with them he'll send them texts about what they may have to do. If they asked him to he'd even try to find ways to help: giving them a list, reminding them, setting alarms, etc.
He can't lie that it does upset him a little when they forget about dates or important things, but he tries not to take it personally. That and he'll tell MC how he's feeling and why.
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certifiedcy-n · 2 months ago
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Animator vs Animation 11
Oh gosh. That was one hell of a rollercoaster ride.
After watching the video... I have to admit, what Victim saw was that TCO was a powerful entity and allies with the cursor, sent to ruin his life on the Outernet. So, the question is,
Does Victim deserve a karma arc?
I mean, if a stick that looks like you killed the love of your life and destroyed everything you worked for, I would be pissed. It seems like Victim doesn't know that TDL was also a part of the terrorist attacks. There is so much things just pushed into this one video, so: This explains how TSC revived the colour gang; with the green internet power thingies. I wonder how TSC has those powers? Victim definitely has PTSD over cursors, judging by how he got killed over and over, who wouldn't?
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awww look at them Can I just say; oh my days. Oh my days. Victim and Mitsi are so cute. I was wondering if Mitsi would die while I was watching the livestream and whoops. I jinxed it.
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Purple and his family are shown in the video, which I think is cool. It also explains how sticks from the Outernet are created.
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TCO and TDL - oh my- like, we all knew they were cyber-terrorists or whatever, but that is genuinely so messed up. I need to know why they decided to destroy the city. The fact that TCO and TDL did a little high-five (cute, but like, wrong time, wrong place lol) means that didn't have any sympathy for the citizens.
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Reading the magazines on the wall nearly at the end of the video; Vic didn't want to continue his business after the terrorist attack, leading to their downfall, seeing the (ex)workers quit Rocket Corp. and stuff.
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Also, TDL wasn't shown on the papers.
Only TCO was.
I wonder if that means something. I wonder if TDL set TCO up so everyone thinks he's the one doing the terrorist attacks by himself? Unlikely, but still. Also, Vic never knew TDL existed, or that he was part of the terrorist attacks. That explains why TCO was wanted for Rocket Corp., and TDL never was.
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ALSO, WHAT IS THIS, ALAN.
Oh my days. I think I won't be able to sleep tonight...
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themultifandomgal · 1 year ago
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From 2010- Rumours Turn Into A Break Up
2011
Part 11
Band members
YN YLN and Harry styles dating?
12/05/2011 4;05
Band members Harry Styles (17) and YN YLN (17) were seen cosying up together on the recent episode of Alan Carr Chatty Man.
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The band One Direction came 3rd in X-Factor last year and while it looks like everyone in the band have become close friends, two in particular seem to be getting on very well. Dating rumours have only gotten stronger when the pair were seen together out in London laughing. YN was seen linking her arm into Harry’s while walking down the street.
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We wonder how YN’s high school and long term boyfriend James Madison is feeling with all of these possible dating rumours.
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I close down the tab on my laptop with a sigh and look up at Simon who looks pissed
“Harry and I are just friends” I say in defence
“I know that, but if girls think Harry is in a relationship then we will lose many fans. Clear this up” Simon points at me and leaves the room
“How am I supposed to clear up dating rumours? If I say that Harry and I are just friends then I will be called a liar” I throw myself back onto the sofa next to Zayn
“Just send out a tweet to appease the big man. Then ignore anything else that’s said” Louis says putting an arm around my shoulders
“I guess that’s all I can do” I say getting out my phone from my back pocket and putting out a tweet, but almost immediately I see hate coming through.
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“Hey” I answer the phone to Emma sadly
“Hey YN. How are you doing?”
“Not great to be honest”
“I’m about to tell you something that’s not going to make you any happier. Sorry”
“What’s up?” I ask frowning even though Emma can’t see me
“You remember that party James went to while your were in LA?”
“Yeah”
“Well Alex told me that Mia sent him a photo of James kissing someone” I can feel my heart drop almost immediately “YN it was with a guy. I think James is gay, or curious or… I’m not really sure, but Alex sent me the photo. I can send it you, but I’m not sure you want to see that”
“No no. I trust you. Thank you for telling me. I’ll have a word with him” I glance at the bedroom door where James is
“Ok. Do you want me to come over?”
“Maybe. I’ll ring you later” I end the call and make my way to the bedroom. I stand in the door way with my arms crossed watching James on his phone
“Are you coming in or you just going to stare at me?”
“I’m just trying to decided whether I’m going to yell or cry or maybe both”
“Why?” James frowns putting his phone down
“Who were you texting?”
“Does it matter”
“Yes it fucking does matter!” I shout “who were you texting?”
“A friend”
“Girl or boy?”
“Why does that matter?” James stands up from the bed
“Because I wanna know if your cheating on me”
“Boy! Ok I’m not cheating. I’m texting a friend”
“What about the party you went to while I was in LA? Emma said you were drunk. Who did you hang around with?”
“A friend. God YN I can have friends”
“So do you kiss all your friends or just your best friends?”
“What?” James looks shocked
“I’m talking about you kissing someone! You cheated on me! How could you?” My eyes start to tear up. James looks defeated and sits down on the bed
“YN…”
“I guess I’m not your type” I laugh sadly “why did you move with me if you were just going to cheat?” James looks up at me
“I… I made a friend over here”
“A friend? Or a boyfriend? God James if you were gay why couldn’t you have just told me? We could have split up on good terms, you could have still moved in with me, but instead you cheat?”
“You were busy and I thought you’d not notice since you and Harry…”
“Are friends!”
“Don’t give me that crap. I see the way you look at him”
“Like what?” I throw my hands in the air
“You like him”
“He’s a friend, and actually a friend unlike your version where you kiss and probably do more. You know what I’m done with this conversation. We’re done” I turn and leave our apartment and head over to Harry and Louis’ place.
"Boys suck" I say walking into their place huffing as I sit in between Harry and Louis. The other boys are here also
"Gee thanks" Zayn jokes laughing, but once he sees my face he stops
"What's happened?" Harry asks frowning
“I just found out that my boyfriend would rather kiss his friends than me. His male friends by the way”
“He’s gay?”
“I think so. Maybe? I don’t care if he is, I care that cheated on me”
"Are you ok?" Liam asks and I give him a shrug
"I don't know how to feel to be honest. I think l'm pissed off more than anything”
"What a dick" Niall sighs
"I'm sorry YN" Zayn gives me a small smile
"It's ok, but thanks"
"Let's go get ice cream, watch as manny chick flicks as ya like and I'll even let ya paint me nails" Harry says standing up "tha's what girls do innit?"
“What?” I chuckle looking at Harry
"Well if Emma can't be here to cheer you up, then we will become your girlfriends for the night" I give the boys a smile feeling so happy that I have not only the best bandmates, but also best friends.
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lmh8903 · 1 year ago
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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 1.
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Lil intro: Hi, my name is Y/N McClennan, I'm the older sister of Alan McClennan, but everyone calls him YeahYeah. I am 17 years old, a junior, and I have the best boyfriend ever, Phillips.  I love baseball. I used to play at the Sandlot with the boys, but when I started dating Phillips, the boys got really pissed at me. It's been about a year since I've touched a baseball or even talked to my old friends, which was when I started dating Phillips. This has been incredibly hard since the boys have been my best friends for as long as I can remember. However, the only thing  I can really do about it now is to accept the fact that I broke their trust. Especially Benny's. 
Actual Story: Y/N's POV
I was incredibly excited for today. It was finally the official last day of my junior year. After a long and anticipated wait, school just got out, and now it's time for one of my last summers in the San Fernando Valley.
Of course, as part of my everyday routine, I walked up to Phillips's locker. "Hey," I said.
"Hey, baby," Phillips replied as he kissed my cheek. He grabbed my hand, and I gladly took it, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something unusual. Benny was looking at us, and it was clear he wasn't too thrilled.
This made me a little upset and curious because Benny and I were best friends for almost as long as I can remember. The day that our friendship ended was the day that I told him I started dating Phillips, which will be a year in two days. Everyone except Scotty and my brother rebelled to get me off their team, and we haven't talked since.
I still remember how he looked when I told him. He didn't look pissed off, he just looked sad and disappointed. The pain in his eyes, the betrayal. I understand that he and Phillips don't get along, but as my best friend, I was hoping he would have been supportive. I didn't realize I was thinking so much until Phillips cut me off.
"You okay babe?" Phillips asked.
"Yeah, of course, I'm fine," I replied with a slight smile.
He turned around, clearly knowing I was lying. Benny was still looking at us. "You're looking at Rodriguez?" Phillips asked.
"Oh, um yeah. I just wanted to make sure he saw this," I said as I passionately kissed Phillips. I don't even know why I did this. I would've liked to have mended my relationship with Benny, but this just shows that I don't care. How could I be so fucking stupid?
We pulled away when we heard a locker door and a door slam. I looked at where Benny was standing. He was gone. I could tell he was infuriated. I could kind of feel his pain in a way. It was obvious Benny was irritated when he saw us before I made the rash decision of kissing Phillips in front of him. I should have just left it at that.
In all honesty, I've always had a little crush on Benny. The way he is so passionate about baseball, it's pretty hot. Once Benny and I talked about the future, and what we wanted. He made it very clear that he did not have time for a relationship, nor did he want one. I knew at that moment I had to move on. So, I went with someone who had put in the effort of trying to impress me and decided to give him a chance.
I love Phillips, I mean, he's great, and we're super happy, but sometimes I wonder how happy I would be with Benny. I really miss him. After all, he was my best friend. I'm going to talk to Yeah-Yeah when I get home to see if the boys would let me back on the team. They really were the best and most loyal friends a girl could have. And what did I do? I started dating their enemy. Like who does that? Thinking about it now, I see why they kicked me off the team, and I wouldn't blame them if they didn't want to be friends again.
After thinking, Phillips and I start walking to his house. It's only a couple of blocks, so we don't feel the need to drive. It's nice walking with him. It's giving me time to clear my head and push out any doubts that I have.
Phillips then breaks the silence, "Y/N, are you okay? You've been acting weird since we saw Rodriguez." I sigh and reply, "I don't know. I just really miss my friends. I love you, and you know that, but I just wish they would get over it." Phillips responds, "I know you miss them. You also need to understand that, besides Rodriguez, there's an age difference there. They're only 14 and 15. Them being like this is somewhat valid, they're supposed to be immature, you know? Rodriguez, on the other hand, that's just immature." I don't say anything; I just give him a peck on the cheek and smile. We look up to see that we're standing outside his house. We go in, start watching movies, and cuddle.
After we get done hanging out at his house, I kiss Phillips goodbye, get in my car that I drove over to his house before school, and drive home. I start bawling in the car. Phillips made a lot of sense, but it doesn't hurt any less. I reach my driveway, park my car, and then head inside my house. I walk to Yeah-Yeah's room to go talk to him and see how the boys are doing. Once I get to his room, he's not in there. I guess he's still out with them. I then walk to my room and try to go to sleep in order to prevent myself from crying again. 
After struggling to fall asleep for a few hours, I left my bedroom. I look in Yeah-Yeah's room to see if he's home. He's passed out cold. I have no one to talk to currently, so I  walk to the one place I can fully clear my thoughts. 
Lmk if y’all want part 2!! <3
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befuddledcinnamonroll · 1 year ago
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I am already so gone for Alan & Jeff.
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Age gaps can be so tricky, but I think it works because Jeff is so serious and mature. And Alan doesn't come across as creepy, just affectionate. Sailub and Pon are playing it so well.
Although I will never stop laughing at this image of Sailub learning about his character's love interest during casting.
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Who knew it would work so well!
We learned a lot this episode! So...alphas are mutants, lol.
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And Tony collects the kids, but they don't know about each other. Which makes sense with how in the casting announcement, they mentioned multiple characters who had been "adopted" by Tony.
And I definitely think Charlie & Jeff are two of them, but are breaking free to do their own thing.
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And not to spoil anything for those not keeping up with @pharawee's book recaps, but if Jeff's ability is the same in the book, I am wondering if it is touch-triggered - because of this face when Alan puts his hand on him:
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And he certainly has no problem touching Charlie. It's only Alan he seems to react to this way. And keep running away from. Heh heh.
The Babe & Charlie moments were so sweet here. Babe gave in to the kissing so quickly. He down bad.
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Babe clearly needs to be babied so badly.
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Holy shit this man is so goddamn pretty.
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I like how they're handling Babe's character. He's been hurt so much and so desperately wants love. Yeah, it'd be great if he would confront Charlie more directly, but he's scared of what he'll learn. He's already in love and yet doesn't want to deal with what that means, both in terms of if Charlie is someone sent by Tony to destroy him, or if this is a shot at a real loving relationship.
And we are definitely setting up both Dean & Kim to swap sides at some point. Kim has integrity
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and Dean is going to get pissed when Charlie is given an opportunity that he wanted.
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Oh yeah, when you get the big sponsor and bring in that chicken nugget money!
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Live it up boys!
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pruneunfair · 6 months ago
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Characters I hate the most in remarried empress
5:Heinrey
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A lot of people dislike him now for being a cruel bastard to the point of torturing foreign nobles just so he can favor his wife. While that is messed up I'll take that over his constant "UwU my queen~" persona that he displays 90% of the time because at least the former is the remnants of his inital personality. It goes from kind of funny to straight up cringey, I do not see what Navier likes so much about his puppy guise, he's so low because to be fair, he was introduced as a scumbag (kind of), he just spends so much time simping that it's basically tossed to the side
4:Lebetti
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I know a lot of fans say Lebetti is young and can learn better, she's 17 sure but it took her entire family being executed just so she'd be inclined to care about Ian. She's basically a mini me of Lotteshu and when's she not doing that, she's another blind Navier worshipper who is used for as a stand in for the reader, I don't know how fans didn't realize their stand in is a slave owner but I digress. The only reason she's at number 4 is that while I do find messed up she gets to raise Rashtas child and likely feed a biased view of her to Ian, if she really wanted to be evil, she would've let Ian become a slave for his mother's crimes so I guess there's that.
3:Kaufman
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Jesus christ this man is a walking, talking manifestation of second ML syndrome. He's essentially a plot device for no other purpose other than propping up Navier as so beautiful that multiple royal guys want her and so shit can go down , And of course the obvious slipping love potions in others for no other reason then "the plot calls for it", he doesn't even face the consequences. He's fucking creepy as well since he's STILL in love with Navier even after she's married and pregnant GET OVER IT MAN! In the end he just gets with Charlotte (Kosairs ex fiancé) so writting wise: his whole "nice guy" problems can be solved
2:Alan
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I really just have a personal vendetta against the whole Rimwell family. The moment I lost all hope in remarried empress is when I was expected to sympathize with a rapist. The narrative wants readers to believe Alan was wronged even though he was the one to participate in keeping Ian away from Rashta until she got rich, even though it was HIM who decided to abandon Rashta after she wanted to run away with him. Yeah he's a good father so what? Wow! A dad actually raising his kid how amazing, it's almost like that's called the bare minimum. The moment he tried to say that Ian deserved to be treated like a prince because he was Rashtas son is when the comments finally saw him for what he was, he makes up for all this by getting executed in the end
1:Laura
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Your probably wondering out of all these scumbags, why is a random side character on top? Well, the characters below at some point had personality traits that made then complex characters in the past or they did something to make up a little for it making them a tiny bit more tolerable. Laura however has never once shown any signs of any other personality other than "Your majesty! Your so wonderful and the best! That slave needs to know its place around you!" At least all Naviers other ladies in waiting have some sort of gimmick to them or in rare cases they have other stories going on with just them. Laura's gimmick is that she is willing to hit a slave for Navier even if said slave made a genuine mistake and isn't used to palace intrigue. Her face pisses me off everytime I look at it and everytime she speaks it's never anything besides love for the leads and hatred for anyone against Navier. she needs to get off her glazing and go back to bullying Cinderella with her evil stepsister design she's got.
Anyway let me know if there's any other manhwa/comic to rant about because I'm sure everyone's probably tired of me bitching about remarried empress
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What meaning does von doro have to you as the author? What insight would you like to share?
OOOO THIS IS INTERESTING. thank you for the ask, wyked! let's dive in!
day six of tcw's 12 days of askmas--the author's analysis of von doro [EXTREME SPOILERS TREAD WITH WARNING I HAVE NO FILTER RIGHT NOW]:
oh boy... i'm going to do one more disclaimer before i actually go on a tangent. it is past 12am, i'm listening to evan's playlist, and my filter is gone so let's see how yamble-y this gets.
DISLAIMER: I AM GOING TO BE GOING ON A TANGENT. BE WARNED FOR SPOILERS !!!
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we're good? okay cool.
what does von doro mean to me as the author? there are so many ways i can interpret this question: her symbolism, her role in the narrative, the type of character she is, her archetype, her ending... everything. but if i had to summarize it into one word, i'd say this:
tragic.
von doro, in my opinion, is one of the biggest tragedies in the entire duology. more than alan. more than caramel. more than all of them. von doro was born and groomed from the very beginning to inherit a curse, and despite fulfilling her duties perfectly, she never got liberated from it in her lifespan. nothing about von doro's story is fair, to the point where it honestly pisses me off.
the more i think about her, especially the story from her perspective, the more AWFUL i feel for her. she was born for this role. locked away from society and trapped inside the volcano so she couldn't develop any attachments for anything, and she didn't accidentally disregulate her emotions. she had no social life. no forms of happiness. no family. no shot at ANYTHING. she just stayed locked away in the volcano for centuries. all with one task, which was to not let the volcano explode.
the smoke destroyed her lung and voice. the sounds of the gods in her head rattled her brain and made her lose her sense of reality. she forgot her own name at one point. she didn't see the sunset. didn't get to take a breath of fresh air. she didn't even get to see the kingdom she was born to protect. all the while, everyone curses her out as the "beast that threatens us with explosions".
and she does everything without complaint. she takes care of the cairoyas and the dragons. she raises those eggs and watches them from the distant shadows they cast over her den. occassionally, her jervees visit her, but no one ever stays. no one can.
that's why jer'vazir meant so much to her. he stayed. he visited. he helped her remember her name again. he helped her feel for once. and that was dangerous.
and then, the age of limiouses. it was glorious. it was a walk in the park. it was easy. life was getting easier. she was getting closer to liberation.
and then HILBERT.
THIS BRUIBIFNJF.
i can't even begin to describe how much of a villain i see hilbert as. because bro unravelled her entire life with his pride, arrogancy, and "ambition." he literally tore everything apart, brick by brick, piece by piece.
turned soilaila against her. caused riots and a civil war. don't even ask about the other limiouses. hunted down and massacred every single dragon. the last straw was killing the last dragon, then laughing in jer'vazir's face and telling him he did it "proudly".
she broke. the resolve of apathy she had mastered had been slowly crumbling with her new feelings, but the loss of all her dragons completely shattered her. and what was soilaila's response to her grief? to try and assasinate her.
CENTURIES of taking care of them. CENTURIES of protecting them. and the one goddamn time she breaks down, they freakin villainize her???
holy shit--the jervees and jer'vazir were the only people who tried to console her and show her compassion.
AND THEN HILBERT ATTACKS HER.
no wonder she snapped. i would have a long time prior.
AND THAT'S ONLY THE PRE-TOV LORE. HER ENDING UPSETS ME VISCERALLY.
i can't even say the ending of tov makes me happy. every thing that i thought i wanted from the ending just made me feel viscerally upset, dejected, and hollow, because that's the point. by the time you get to the point where you get the "aha! this person is finally getting punished," i no longer wanted her to be punished. at least, not like that?
i don't know bro... von doro's breakdown in sai really hurts my feelings. i can't tell you why. i just feel so deeply for her.
“So you think you can spear lightning at the beast who survived the volcano for three hundred years? Is that it, daara? You think the storms of the heavens hold a flame to the rage of the underworld?”
“Oh? And I am so selfish? [...] Three hundred years, daara! You say these pompous words now, but wait until the years tick by and you find an Apa you are willing to slaughter the world for! Wait until that curse steals them away from you and tortures you with isolation and betrayal! Wait until the clock ticks centuries by and you are stuck within the same walls, quelling the same voices that drive you insane, reaching for the same happiness you were never entitled to, [REDACTED]! [...] This place destroys you, daara. It turns you vile, and lonely, and desperate to leave. But no… You are so much more noble than I, that of course you would have just gambled away your freedom and your chance to live and rest in peace if I had just asked you to. Like you were not seeking out death to escape pain only an hour ago. [...] Oh please, daara. Give me a break.”
is this... a sai excerpt?
yes.
you're welcome.
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as for insight as the author? i'll say this:
von doro represents the cyclic nature of vengeance. the entire curse reflects it, but also her entire cycle of revenge with hilbert.
hilbert was acting in revenge -> he attacks the dragons -> the dragons death cause von doro's grief -> the explosions -> hilbert attacks von doro for the explosions -> he triggers the full extent of her wrath -> the incident -> half of soilaila dies + magic ban -> alan seeking vengeance
and it just keeps continuing. she is a tragedy, but worse than that, she is the generational cycle of suffering passed onto the next. misery who wants company.
thanks for the ask, wyked!
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gumnut-logic · 8 months ago
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Well, this just sucked.
Alan fiddled with the restraints holding him to a bulkhead. Nope, not a thing he could do about it.
Other than him, the room, more a cargo hold than anything else, was empty except for an airlock door on the far side.
Why couldn’t he be kidnapped by an idiot? These ones had actually removed his baldric and his helmet, effectively cutting him off from Thunderbird Five.
Except for the tracker in his wrist, but they didn’t need to know about that.
The nerve, though. He was out here to help. He had thought he was saving a private space yacht that had engine trouble and was making a good attempt at colliding with a satellite or two.
But no, it had all been a trap. Probably to get a hold of his ‘bird.
Why couldn’t the bad guys make their own Thunderbirds and stop messing with theirs.
Oh, yeah, technology and all.
Then go invent your own technology, you assholes, and leave us alone.
Alan gave his restraints another tug and grunted as they bit through his uniform.
Of course, the astronaut in him was having a mild fit. He was stuck in an unknown craft of unknown safety specs with people who undoubtedly did not have his best health in mind, and he had no helmet.
He might as well be naked.
No, don’t give them ideas, you idiot.
Okay, focus. He had his training.
And he had his brothers.
While he had no wish to worry said brothers it was kind of reassuring to think exactly what those brothers might do to the persons responsible for this. If there was one thing he could say, it was that he was ever so proud of his family.
Scott would be pissed. That had both its positives and its negatives. There would likely be tactical scenarios in the future to prevent this from happening again. Scott was all about prepared and strategic readiness.
Couldn’t blame him really. The list of incidents in his brother’s resume was extensive. No doubt, Scott had learnt the hard way.
Now Virgil, Virgil was the softy. He smiled to himself. His tank of a brother was almost as much a worry wart as their eldest brother. He was less likely to get angry, but when he did, the whole house knew about it and avoided him. Only Scott and occasionally John would weather a Virgil snit, simply because it was terrifying. Add the list of equipment the engineer had at hand and buildings had the potential to be reduced to rubble. Nah, you didn’t want to piss off Virg.
But then there was John. No one, just no one dared rankle his middle brother. Alan snorted. John was the quiet one, and that fooled a lot of people. To their detriment. Gordon…it was always Gordon…had once taken a step too far and his music streaming still hadn’t recovered…six years after the incident. There was still whining. John just raised an eyebrow and smiled that gentle smile of his and flickered out.
Bit hard to chase a brother down who was literally thousands of miles away, yet had access to every personal detail, ever digital print, every part of your life.
Not that he didn’t trust John. No, he trusted him with his life, but hell, you did not want to piss him off.
The ship around him suddenly shook and Alan found himself thrown against the bulkhead. A grunt as his suit armour took the brunt, along with his shoulder guards.
These guys were really starting to piss Alan off, much less his brothers.
The ship stilled again and he was left wondering what the hell was going on. What did they want?
He pictured his next eldest brother beside him and the smart ass grin that came with the image. Gordon. Alan couldn’t help but smile. Gordon could be an ass, but he was an ass who was always on your side. The two of them had done so much…often to the ire of the above three brothers, but that just made it more fun.
Alan found himself grinning and he wondered if the assholes had a camera on him. Good luck to them if they did, because Gords was always going to make him smile.
His fish brother was amazing. Alan had seen him go through absolute hell, but his spirit was ever so strong. Alan admired Gordon. He was a role model.
That had him snickering. Scott’s frown at that thought was hilarious. 
But it wasn’t the pranks - though they were hilarious - it was Gordy’s view on life. His ability to keep smiling, stay in the positive, even when everything was absolute shit.
That was a thought for right now. Chained to a bulkhead in a strange ship, possibly abandoned, possibly kidnapped. What would Gords do?
A snort. Put jello in their knickers before kicking their asses out into space.
But Gords wasn’t a fan of space, was he? But his bro was brave and would kick ass anyway.
That was Gords.
Alan swallowed. Would Gords be as scared as he was at the moment?
Possibly.
But he would kick ass anyway.
Like Kayo.
Kayo.
You never pissed off Kayo and lived. Again it was Gordon who had tried exactly that. At the time, Alan had thought his brother was upset. That could be the only reason for tempting death.
He’d been partly right.
The dye in Kayo’s shower rose had prompted her focussed attention. She had cornered Gordon and the next thing Alan knew she had thrown his brother so hard around the spar mat he had bruises.
Which led to a Scott lecture of epic proportions. The smile on Gordon’s face had said so much more.
Alan still questioned his fish brother’s sanity.
And admired him for his bravery.
The whole ship shook around him and Alan startled.
The door on the far side of the bay stayed closed.
Scott, where are you?
And there was the truth of the matter. Scott had been his go to for so long, he was the default he yelled for when he needed help.
He would love to see him walk through that door.
Hell, he would love to see any and all of his brothers and his sister put a fist in these assholes’ faces and set him free.
Honestly, it wasn’t a matter of if, more of when. You don’t piss off a Tracy.
Any of them.
Because they would all kick your ass.
Even the littlest. 
Alan straightened where he floated. Yes, he would kick necessary ass anytime. He may be the littlest, but he was a damned astronaut, he knew stuff.
The restraints were still too damned tight.
The door on the other side of the room suddenly hissed and cracked open.
Alan spun and readied himself. He was not going down without a fight.
A familiar blue helmet peered through the door. “Alan?”
“Scott!”
And his big brother was there. A laser cutter and he was free and enveloped in a strong hug. “Hey, Allie.”
Before he knew it, he was being towed towards the door.
“How? Who?” He swallowed as Scott shoved the door wider and pushed him through. “What?”
But the answer was there before him.
Virgil was hovering in the space version of his exosuit, monitoring a forcefield over a massive hole in the side of the spacecraft’s cockpit.
Gordon and Kayo had three men hanging upside down from the ceiling wrapped in so many restraints, breathing appeared optional.
And John was muttering to Eos as he hovered over the controls of the craft. There was snarling.
Oh, dear.
“Here, we found these.” Scott’s hand hadn’t left his shoulder, but his other hand suddenly had Alan’s baldric and helmet hovering in front of him.
“I…”
There was a hum as a scanner was whisked over him from the direction of Virgil.
Scott’s eyes questioned the engineer, but he must have received the info he needed because a second later those eyes were once again trained on Alan.
As Alan took his baldric and snapped on his helmet, both of Scott’s hands landed on his shoulders. “You okay?”
There were so many eyes trained on him at the moment.
Alan straightened. “Yeah, I’m good.”
One of the bad guys whimpered and Gordon prodded him.
Blue eyes flickered but didn’t leave Alan. “Three is secured, though John is not happy.”
Another snarl issued from his red-haired brother.
Alan arched an eyebrow.
Those hands squeezed his shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”
Alan stared at his four brothers and his sister and smiled. 
“I’m driving.”
-o-o-o-
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neolynne · 17 hours ago
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You know what ? i'm still pissed about what happened with Dean
Pissed at Alan for not only breaking his promises, but for disregarding Dean as Babe replacement after only 1 race (a race where Babe pulled some dick move by the way)......where are his start ? Charlie's stat ?
And then those comment about "Charlie as more courage than you bla bla bla..." How about some constructive comment about his driving ?
Pissed at the rest off the team for just brushing him off as if he wasn't their friend, then leaving him alone for days when it was clear that this would break the last remaining shred of trust Dean had. And lastly for not even trying to hear him out.
And finally pissed at Charlie and more than anyone else, Jeff. Jeff, who purposely used Dean as a scapegoat for the accident, making sure that everything would fall on his shoulders.
Because during his little talk to Tony, Jeff says " i'm going to cause Charlie's car to have an accident..." and the next scene, you have Kenta mind-playing Dean....Kenta, who was in the room with Tony and Jeff, who know about the plan. So why would he go to Dean ? He clearly wouldn't have done it on his own, so why ?
Because Tony told him to. But why would Tony ask him to go to Dean if Jeff was already planning to mess with the car ? Because Jeff needed someone to take the fall for it, to make everything work - this is why they couldn't use one of Tony man (because who would go to jail willingly, hm?)- And who else could it be if not Dean. Dean, who was left alone with his anger, his broken trust and his fragile heart.
Now i wonder, after everything calmed down, as one of them even gone to Dean see in prison, to tell him the truth, that Charlie was alive, that he didn't, in fact, kill anyone ? Was he already sentenced before the end of S1 and if he was, was his sentences changed ?
I know there is a chance that some people will disagree with me, but i stand by what i said month ago, Dean deserved better from his friend.
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hi-imlilac · 4 months ago
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Five nights at the mansion (fnaf inspired)
Warning: if you dislike or are uncomfortable with fnaf related stuff, wouldn't suggest continuing from this point. Might get unsettling along the way
Welcome to the mansion!
After receiving an invitation to have a one week stay at a mansion, you decided to give it a try and go for it. You were greeted by a few of the residents before heading to your room to settle in. The time is now 18:30. You feel something unsettling. There's a computer in your room, along with a tape recorder right next to it. One of the residents said your room was the only one in the mansion with access to the cameras, also adding something around the lines of "you're gonna need it." Originally, you had no intentions of using it, but now something within you is screaming at you to do it.
You make your way to the desk and turn it on. Instant regret. You can see blue eyes- or- one blue eye gazing at the camera. The figure itself is motionless. You try remembering who it was. You look at the tape recorder and just as your gut feeling told you to check the cameras, it told you to play it. You hit the play button and hear a feminine voice on the other end.
Hello? For Alan's sake- how do you operate this thing?! I should've just asked Solum to- oh wait is it on? The red light is blinking so maybe... I'll just assume it is.
Hello dear guest! This is Armia ( @armiaochima ) You're probably listening to this because you feel... unsafe, yes? Well, it'sa good thing you are listening to it. Hopefully it's not too late by the time you do.
Listen, this mansion is dangerous. More specifically, four of it's residents. The invitation was a trick to lure you in, and unfortunately it seems to have worked. I promise it's nothing personal, they were just getting restless and needed someone- ANYONE to help satisfy their needs.
Fortunately for you, I'm here to assist you in your survival. It's the least i can do for allowing them to trick you. Follow my instructions and you should make it through the night. They start the hunt at 19:00 and will stop at 06:00
First up is Killer.
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Amongst the four dangerous residents, killer is the only girl. And like all girls, she likes her privacy. She will remain in the living room area for the night, pacing around. Her footsteps will be an indicator of this. If her footsteps stop,check the living room camera. She should be standing still for a few moments.
After some time she'll look at the camera. Turn it off as quick as possible and wait 15 seconds. Her footsteps should be heard once again in the same rhythm and area as before. Don't look at her for too long, otherwise she'll get angry.
You'll know you've looked for too long if her footsteps speed up and get louder. This means she's coming to the room. Hide under the desk and wait for her to enter. Once she's in, she'll look for a brief moment before leaving and returning to the living room.
This is all the help I can give you for tonight. If you're still alive by tomorrow, another friend will place a new tape. Good luck.
You were frozen in shock as the tape finished. Dangerous residents? The hunt? Killer? It was a lot to take in at once and you were still processing it. Your attention goes to the clock. 18:45. You have 15 minutes left. You wonder if leaving is still optional, but you feel as though the figure in the camera wouldn't take lightly to such. Fortunately, they stopped staring at the camera. You turn it off. Alright then... if you'll have to do this, might as well prepare yourself. 15 minutes flies by. It's time.
After several close calls, the clock finally strikes 06:00. You see her return to her room. Thank Becker. You were so drowsy and nearly slipped up a couple of times, even making the mistake of dozing off while looking at her. Boy, you've never felt so scared to have someone else come to your room, especially a pissed off girl. You were so tired you fell asleep throughout the most of the day.
You woke up at around 16:25. Enough time to go greet everyone and get something to eat. SurprisingSurprisingly enough, lilac looked a bit annoyed and displeased to see you. Perhaps she remembers what she attempted last night and was mad you survived? Whatever. You were about to leave but a storm rolled in. It was too heavy to risk it and you were practically blinded by the lightening. Another night, you guess. Another night and then you'll leave.
You return to the room to find a new tape. It's 18:25, so you got a good amount of time to prepare. You play the tape, your eyebrows raising when you here a new voice. This one is male.
Hey buddy. Glad you survived night one of your nightmare. You pissed off killer real good! Anyways, this is Duck ( @louistheduck ) and you're stuck with me for your guide. Aren't you just blessed, huh?
Anyways, tonight you'll be dealing with TG. By the way, I'm referring to Tea Green. @alexartink
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They're a plush sized grinch who likes blowing up stuff. He's not a problem if you're not a problem, so pay attention.
TG spends his time in the garden. If you hear an explosion, look out the window. Is he still there? If so, be at ease. He's just playing around. If he's not, look through the cameras until you see him. Do this quickly, he's not gonna wait for you.
once you find him he should stop moving. He'll stay still for a bit before leaving to go back to the garden. For TG, getting caught ruins the fun. However, if you hear his footsteps near, hide under the desk. You took too long to find him and he's arrived at your room. He's not as patient as killer and will probably leave as soon as he sees you're not there.
That's all for tonight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. See ya.... if ya survive that is, haha.
Something about how nonchalant he was about the possibility of not making through the night sent shivers down your spine. Like he didn't care if you survived or not. The thought leaves you feeling somewhat insignificant, but you brush it off. Time to focus.
06:00, at last! TG was a force to be reckoned with, and killer still being there made it no easier. But you made it. And you fell asleep again the next day. Not surprising. TAO seems a bit tired herself. So does Lilac. I guess they technically didn't sleep, since they were too busy hunting me down. It's still raining hard. Strange that TG stayed out there even in this weather. You know by now what happens. You go to your room, the new tape is already there. You play it. Another voice, feminine, but not Armia.
Ok good,it's on. Hey buddy. I'm surprised to see you're still alive. Good job though. This is Solum ( @s0lie )and by now you get the idea. Tonight will be Red @mar-doce0
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Red is not one to faf around with. He wants to catch you, and he wants to do it now. He does, however, demand your attention for the night's. It's strange but oh well.
There should be the sound of silverware or just metal downstairs in the kitchen. He's looking for something. Now, you don't have tp keep an eye on him like the other two. But you do need to listen for him a lot, especially if the sound of metal stops. His footsteps are heavier and louder than TG and Killer, don't mix them!
That desk is your best friend, because you'll be hiding under it when he enters. He's somewhat not patient with such, but he'll he'll willing to wait five seconds before leaving. Hopefully this is enough to help you. Fortunately he only comes around 3-4 times. See ya. Don't die.
Hm. That was actually both helpful yet terrifying. Red sounds scarier since I can't rely on visual aid with him, but as long as what solum said is true I should be fine. And so the night begins.
Finally... 06:00... last night was hectic. Solum never said he was fast! That muthfuqa nearly caught you twice! The routine stays the same as the past two nights, fall asleep during the day, wake up and exist, the three hunters from last night are either angry or tired, blah blah blah. It's still raining. By now you've accepted that you're not getting out of this that easily. Just play their games and you may live. By 18:00 you're in the room. New tape, new voice. Feminine again.
Woah... You survived three nights... congrats man. But they all grow restless and more infuriated. For this, you have my guidance. I'm Luna ( @thesecondlight-luna ) for the record
Tonight you'll be dealing with Black @thewhiteguy
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Black is not easy to read. He's cold to some, nice to others. But to you, he's gonna be ruthless. Usually he spends his time writing in the garden, but the rain stops such. So he's in the library. Don't look through another camera unless it's to look for TG or watch killer.
Watch him at all times. If you need to change the camera, always go back to check. Is he still there? If not, hide. You can't depend on sound when it comes to him. Fortunately he's just as impatient as the others. He'll leave after 5 seconds as well.
I wish you the best of luck
Why were they just getting harder and harder?! I mean, yeah, I wasn't expecting us to hold hands and sing khumbaya, but I also wasn't expecting this!!! Ugh, whatever. Suck it up, we've got a long night ahead of us.
Aaaaaaand 06:00!!! FINALLY! Last night was absolute chaos! The amount of times i nearly got caught- DANG! I just wanna leave this place! It always the same routine even today! But hey, the rain is simmering down. Maybe I can leave by tomorrow morning. Once again it's a new tape.
Armia:you did it.... You survived till night five... as impressed as I am, I've never seen them this angry before Duck: I'm surprised you made it so far. They're all absolutely pissed too. It'd Ite funny, if I didn't have to deal with whatever the aftermath May be. Solum: you're interesting, y'know? Accepting the invitation here was a guarantee, but staying? Why would you wish to stay in a place like this? Cuz of some rain? Luna: this is probably the last time you hear us. I'm sorry you had to be the unfortunate victim in this. We can't save you. Not tonight.
Strange. No new hunter? They were all on the tape to... tonight will be difficult, but I've made it too far to quit now. I have to survive. I WILL survive!
06:00... it's finally 06:00.... but why haven't they moved?.... they're still there, frozen... what's going on?... am I ok now?... wait... wait wait wait- NO! They're all coming! Why are they all coming?! You hide under the desk. You see them all enter. A squeak escapes your mouth when they lift it up with ease. You're cornered.
"Finally, we meet dear."
"After so long of chasing you... we finally got you."
"You were persistent, I'll give you that."
"But in the end it was all inevitable, pointless even"
That was the last time you heard or saw anyone before they-
-System disconnected-
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thornswoggled · 3 days ago
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okay this is going to be a little tough since i already perused the untranslated chapter, made my own assumptions about it, and then read the scanlations of other folks.... but here we go anyway, 109 time, giddy up
"fluttered" is a really cute way to put it
dog elias is so fucking big. hes like a giant horse. he has to lay down so they can climb on him. jesus christ. fucking catbus looking ass
yamazaki is getting more and more comfortable drawing elias' head as just a box. i think its cute and i will always support her cutting corners. draw her - i mean him as a squiggle girl i dont care. that was not a gag btw my first instinct was to call elias a her and i felt i should own it
so his name is alan. im pretty bad at reading katakana so i read it as aaron when i was skimming thru
chise loves momming lucy its saur cute and silly
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^^ thats all
"im going wherever elias is going." i really hate the machine translation but this is a cute way to phrase it too. yeah my husbandteacher doesnt really rock with kids and he will crash out if he has to be alone so i guess im going too
philomela cannot violate her parole
when yamazaki decides to give ruth dialogue at least its always really funny. "yeah dw we would just have to. kill zoey." i mean he was on team child sacrifice so are we surprised
i think its funny elias wears a scarf when its cold even if he doesnt feel temperature. maybe hes copying, maybe enough people have asked him "aReNt YoU cOlD???" that it got annoying. maybe both
"ive never taken such a long trip before" okay well not. maybe not technically true. but you probably hitched a direct flight to london so the length was longer in mileage but not in time (did seth have a private jet? i bet so)
i would like to see a comic of their DAAAAYS??? DAAAAYS??? at the checkpoint. reminds me of writing ruth in she who travels being miserable hiding in chises shadow for the duration of her flight back to japan. zoey lives in the caucasus mountains, right? i wonder where they would be that it would take so long to travel like that. sounds strict. maybe azerbaijan? i know elias was pissed. chise was probably like :D im in a different country :D :D :D
shes sooo happy talking about how it took forever for them to get there. shes a globetrotter
if you think about it the translation got stuck at a checkpoint too. its more immersive
im desperate to know how chise got a passport. mundane things like this are of the utmost importance to me
ohhh so the checkpoint was a conclave thing? wait. did they. did it also take days because elias is under conclave surveillance. did they have to make sure it was allowed for him to be there. probably not im reading into it too far
"spring-morningstar" okay maybe not the most flowy of translations but i get it i guess. i will reword it in my head. thats fine
while skimming i thought lucy was like. kneeling to his mom respectfully but now i notice shes just tired from climbing. thats a charming detail, how zoey is able to sprint up the stairs because hes used to it. i imagine chise is okay because 1) dragon strength and 2) japan has hella stairs. source: it is known
why did i think that middle panel was alan tipping elias two (2) coins for traveling with them
"their translations arent always trustworthy, and its downright unintelligible sometimes" presented without comment
if its one thing yamazakis gonna do its design a charming rustic cottage interior
"shes been looking forward to your return" I KNEW IT WAS AN OLD BIDDY YAMAZAKI LOVES OLD BIDDIES SHES ADDICTED TO GRANNIES
so is "dry white swamp" zoeys name in the gorgan language or
no, no its not
these names do not roll off the tongue. thats english for you
"dropped as an egg" help lucy is so funny
no wonder zoey and chise get along so well. their relationships with their respective peers while growing up were very similar. they both know what its like to get shoved around so they are both very gentle and understanding with each other (zoey crashing out about her smelling weird when they met notwithstanding)
elder: do you think you guys are going to be all right with rice and dried fish chise:
his wings grew so nice and pretty :) i know growing those feathers was itchy as fuuuuuck rubbing against door frames and shit like a bear
yamazaki. girl. the snakes and vore are supposed to be reserved for ghost + witch youre letting it bleed into tamb
you could compare robinthorn to this she-snake and human man if you wanted to
zoey wondering if he has to stay in the village and wanting to maintain his relationships outside... you could apply this to chise too. both in terms of wanting to maintain independence outside of her relationship w/ elias but also with the future arc i HOPE she gets one day
elias has so few lines its killing me. more of this
chise instantly turning to lucy in excitement at the idea of a party. i want to squeeze her like a stress ball
lucy is the strongest soldier in the idgaf army so im not shocked shes fine with also sleeping on dog elias but like. god. i need someone to ask chise what she meant by her and elias "sort of" having an "intimate relationship"
dog elias stands up and lucy just. falls over and conks her head
elias is familiar with this beat given he grew up with lindel
him looking at chise taking zoeys moms hand like o_o im telling you he only hates it when she gets attention from women and girls. he KNOWS bro
"they have everything we need" well not really your husband already said you need supplies from outside, but i get what you mean
"why did you marry alan" i thought it was elias' job to awkwardly ask adults why they married people
i like how yamazaki drew their boots disappearing in the snow
yeah this is very much giving "why did you marry david, angie" we all know youre trying to find an answer to your situationship by observing other people. the terrible news is that everyone on earth is different. WOE
oh look we got a little glimmer of actually-rendered elias skull
i am still a little torn on whether this attacker is one of his bullies, like as a test or something, or if the person who attacked them with eyeball monsters followed them all the way out here. maybe a red-red-herring?
well i think the plot right now is at risk of being a little bloated but what am i going to do, NOT read it? i think a lot of this can tie back in to yamazakis habit of using side characters to foreshadow chises future or compare her to others. red dragon who? anyway. thats her officer, thats the mangaka who keeps focusing on side characters, dont let her get away
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neil-neil-orange-peel · 7 months ago
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S2E1 of The New Statesman really has it all in terms of what you want from an episode of TNS:
*Opens on Alan being truly despicable on national television (plus declaring himself a shark)
*He threatens Piers with a drill
*Alan is so racist in this episode, but I think generally they do a good job of making him look the fool for that
*He corrupts Georgina like the devil on her shoulder (and don't get me started on the way he delivers "I think they must be right. Whenever I hear it I get all horny." SIR-)
*Rik doing his Yorkshire accent
*"Larry! What a very good idea!"
*The way Bob Crippen lists every disadvantaged demographic under the sun is really funny to me
*Alan's poll tax speech is legendary - I have used it before to introduce people to him
*Also on Alan's poll tax speech - he looks so delightfully ghoulish and his hair is so slick in that scene for some reason oof
*Funny little gag with the still of Alan winking at the audience from the TV
*Is this the first appearance of Alan's London residence? Possibly? Can't recall at the moment if it appears in S1
*Mr Whippyyyyyy
*"The country will be forced to choose between the royal family and the Conservative Party. Can't you think what a trauma that will be for the millions who don't know the difference!"
*God the way Georgina pulls Alan up as she's explaining how she beat him at his own game (everyone read this fic by @frankenbolt)
*More sadomasochism with Alan and Piers!
*"But you're a millionaire already! You don't need the money!" "Yes, but, you see, Piers, I want it! Because I'm very, very greedy, Piers! That is why I became a Conservative!"
*Alan using his piss poor sexual prowess as a hook to pull the Chief Whip in always makes me wonder if he is actually aware he's a shit lay (and probably just doesn't care)
*"Boy, have you made a big mistake!" He's evil EVIL I tell you
All in all this is a really great episode. It's a good contender for THE episode to show someone if you wanna introduce them to TNS. A solid ep to start a solid series. Only thing it's really missing is Sarah.
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alan-in-the-outernet · 2 months ago
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Yeah, I’m just wondering what Vic and his family would do. They can’t sit in silence forever, and Alan isn’t doing anything. (I mean, for him this whole time the Outernet has been just one thing after another. The only way for this to go is he either gets bitter and pissed, or accepts that it’s his fault.).
But like, what would they do? Alan knows nothing he says can fix what he did, or any justification he gives for it will ring hollow. He still did it.
Honestly? Dunno! I wasn't thinking as much on what they might do after all that, as I was thinking that before they can really make a decision on what to do after that, either the CG and/or Dark and Chosen... come to get Alan out.
And then it's a whole other can or worms.
But.. they could just keep him contained. Mitsi is willing to keep him drained and unable to harm anyone, but not exactly down for torture, so.. this way, people are kept safe.. and she's sorry Vic didn't get a satisfying conclusion..
...But. Sometimes people are just like Alan, and the reasoning for WHY they did what they did that you get... won't be satisfying.
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