#lots of thoughts on the penalties and everything around them

[kyseya]

Ancient Mummy

Imagine working as an archaeologist for a museum. However things hasn’t been going so well lately and there are hardly any visitors during opening hours. Sadly, you’ll be forced to close multiple exhibitions and if conditions are not met, the entire museum might have to shut down.

But by some miracle, a new tomb has been discovered in Egypt; undisturbed, unexplored and completely untouched by humans for centuries. It’s said to be the grave of an ancient king- a pharaoh- who was betrayed and murdered by his own cousin.

It’s the perfect opportunity! Maybe you’ll find something that can bring back interest and by extension, save the museum.

You go along with a few other colleagues to the site in Egypt. The journey was a bit tough but it was a hindered percent worth it. With avid curiosity you explore alone and with the others, the different things to find inside the tomb; artifacts and additional discoveries. It’s all very interesting. Wanting to save the best for last, you finally get an in-person look at the grave itself- the sarcophagus.

You have already heard the main tale of the pharaoh within, so you are a little surprised that there is more to the story than you previously believed.

Over the entire stone coffin were multiple hieroglyphs, each one helping and becoming a story together. Your collegue read some inscriptions and told you a basic summary of what it’s about.

Centuries ago there was a king. He had a wife whom he adored more than anything. She was provided with riches, glory and honour. There was nothing he wouldn’t accomplish for her. The people saw the care he held for his wife and therefore both respected and feared her as well, since any ounce of rudeness might end up with their heads spiked on a pole. It was a punishment fitting for those who dare disrespect his queen.

Unfortunately tragedy struck- a disease, more specifically. It took the lives of many and left whole villages empty. That hardly mattered to the pharaoh though, all his focus went to his ill wife; she, too, had been snatched by death. Up until the moment of her demise the pharaoh spent all day and all night at her side, attentively worrying about her needs. When she was gone he was ruined. He didn’t eat, he didn’t sleep, he didn’t even have the energy to clean himself. What was the point? His beloved was gone so there wasn’t really anything left for him.

It was after this that everything took a turn. It appeared that the king had enough with laying around and decided to do something. There were records of him behaving strangely- even by ancient standards- and drabbling in dark magic. He was later overthrown by his brother, who ordered him to be buried alive. It was quite the terrifying penalty go give one’s sibling. The brother didn’t want the darkness to spread out into the world from the old pharaoh, so he locked him inside the sarcophagus and sealed him far away.

What a tragic story, you thought. Well it was back in the old times and a lot of things were practiced then that aren’t okay in modern day. You suppose it wasn’t the most horrible incident that have happened.

It hadn’t been long since your colleague told you the backstory of the tomb and its inhibitor, but now the others wants to get to the good part and open up the stone coffin. You don’t think it’s the best idea in the world- of course something like this needs to be examined closely and so on, but there is something special about the tomb.

Ever since you’ve arrived, you have had a strange feeling following you around. It’s hard to explain. You feel almost drawn to the sarcophagus or perhaps it’s because it feels as if it is looking back at you. You tried ignoring it, however, the feeling came back stronger than ever the moment the others began preparing to open it up.

You should have told them of your concerns. If you did, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

The first few seconds after opening it everything was fine. All was as it should be; people flocking around to see the discovery and fawn over it while being mindful of its fragility. Then it changed. Your colleague who had been the closest had suddenly been strangled by the thin, dirty arm belonging to none other than the ancient corpse that previously had been resting in death. Everyone was silent as her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen. It was only after she fell to the floor dead that people began panicking. It was hard to process what had just happened, after all.

There was chaos.

Folk ran around like chickens fleeing from a fox that’d managed to get inside the coop. In a way, that was exactly what was going on, though. You had watched as the mummified corpse sat right up and climbed its way out of the cold coffin. It stumbled on its bony legs and quickly found a cornered man and approached him. He screamed when the mummy grabbed ahold of his face and brought it before its own. The creature started sucking the life out of the man- literally.

The man who had previously been a healthy and active person was now shrivelled up like a raisin. His face was dry and wrinkled. He died soon afterwards, only a soft wheeze leaving his lips as he passed.

The opposite seemed to happen to the former-corpse, though. It attacked more and more people and for every kill, it appeared to revert to its original state- a man, pharaoh of an ancient kingdom. The flesh grew back and filled up in the right places and he seemed human again.

How can that be? He had been dead for centuries. Although, just about everything was pretty fucked up in this moment, so his make-over is the least important factor.

You backed into a corner. Your eyes followed the mummy’s every move, it was impossible to look away. There was hardly anyone left apart from you. The one person that was still there was getting attacked by the monster and it wasn’t long until they were reduced to nothing.

Now it was just you and the creature, and it appeared it knew that too.

It turned to look at you. The mummy had now completely reverted back into a man and he was nothing short of breathtaking(and very naked, but you tried not to think about it). It pained to to admit it but it was the truth. He was easily the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on. His long, dark hair flowed when he stalked towards you. Despite his outer beauty, you couldn’t forget what you’d just witnessed him do.

Trembling, you pressed yourself against the wall. “Stay away.” you weakly mumbled.

‘This is it. My time is over.’

You closed your eyes in fear and braced yourself for the pain that would undoubtedly come; only it didn’t. Instead of death, a hand grazed your cheek. It was a light touch, one reserved for something valuable and fragile.

A raspy voice talked, “…My love..it is you..”

You had no idea what he said, it sounded like an ancient language. You had studied hieroglyphs but did not know anything about what speech might’ve sounded like. You decided to be brave and slightly opened your eyes.

The mummy was staring at you, but there was no malice or hatred in his expression. In fact, the only emotion you could find on his face was amazement, shock and….love? No, that can’t be. This is not some ‘lovers reunited’ situation.

“How can this be? Death took you and left me all alone- not that I hold you accountable, of course. I know you would never seek to hurt me.” the mummy kept muttering to himself. “Perhaps….the magic worked after all?”

His face brightened and he smiled gently at you. Whilst he happily went on about something, you became more confused than earlier. What the hell was going on? He committed multiple murders in one swoop and now, suddenly, he is acting like you’re friends talking about your day. He isn’t even human! Or at least not anymore, not really.

You voiced this opinion weakly, “Ummm, could you let me go?” You tried pulling away from his touch, uncomfortable at his caresses.

His brows furrowed at your reaction. From the look of it, he didn’t understand you any better than you did him. He focused at the subtle way you attempted to peel his hand off your arm. You let out a yelp when his arms snaked around your waist and he pulled you into his embrace.

He leaned down and whispered into your ear, petting your hair at the same time. “Wife, why do you seem unhappy at my presence? I do not understand. Are you not joyous at our reunion? I love you so, I cannot comprehend any reason why you would not wish to see me.”

Even if you didn’t know what he was saying, you could hear the sadness in his voice. The pain and desperation. No! You couldn’t feel sad for him. He had murdured multiple of your colleagues, he’s evil! Although, why hasn’t he killed you yet? It’s very strange indeed.

The mummy continued, “I can sense things are not as they used to be. Things are different now. Although I do not know the extent of it. However I am most certain of one thing; I have miraculously been reunited with my love and I do not plan on letting you fall through my grasp again.”

He held you in an almost suffocating hug.

“I shall make you my queen once more.”

[wosohours]

i missed you - alexia putellas x reader

Alexia arrived at training in a sour mood with a pout on her face, the same pout that had been seen on her face frequently throughout the last three weeks.

“What’s wrong Capi? Your girl still hasn’t come back yet?” Mapi teased when she saw Alexia’s face. Alexia roller her eyes slightly shoving Mapi out of the way to get to her locker, “No, she will be there for four more days.” she sighed.

You had been gone for almost a month on a business trip out of the country. This is the longest you and Alexia have been apart since you two got together four years ago. Even when Alexia had to travel for major tournaments or national camp you would always try to be present at the games. Although this time it was you who was away and Alexia could not just ditch training and games to be with you.

Hence the reason for the almost permanent pout being stuck on the Catalan woman’s face for three weeks. Of course this is not the first business trip you have ever been on or the first time you and Alexia have been away from each other for a while, but being gone for more than a couple of days started to take a toll on Alexia. Little did she know it was starting to take a toll on you as well but with being constantly busy working you tried not to think about it as much.

Alexia did not want to seem clingy, obsessed, or act like she was heavily dependent on you, but to go from being attached to the hip everyday with someone to them not being around at all kind of threw her off a bit.

She did not realise how involved you were in each other’s daily lives and routines. Going to sleep and waking up alone sucked. Brushing her teeth alone was boring. Showering alone, of course, sucked. The first week you were gone she kept accidentally making two cups of coffee. She even tried to make the breakfast you make for her the same way, but it just did not taste right.

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“The days will pass by soon, just think of it as…four more sleeps,” Patri chimed in across the room. “Yeah, four more ‘sleeps’ alone,” Alexia sulked, lacing up her boots.

“Okay Ale no more pouting, time to train,” Mapi walks over pulling Alexia up from her seat.

During training, Alexia was usually able to turn her brain off and do what she needed to do, but since her normal routine has been flipped upside down all this time and the anticipation of seeing you again weighed heavy on her might, she could not help but get distracted.

So much so that the amount of passes, easy shots, and penalties she was missing earned her concerned glances from her teammates and staff. Alexia understood their concern, they had El Clásico coming in two days, and messing up on easy drills was not looking good.

So she pushed through the rest of practice, showered, did her recovery, and left towards her car so she could get home and call you.

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When Alexia arrived home she immediately jumped in bed and called you on FaceTime, “Hola bebé, I miss you so much.”

“Hola mi amor, I miss you too. How was training?” You asked her while propping your phone up so you two could see each other better.

Alexia groaned and smashed her head into your pillow before she looked up again, “It was terrible bebé I was missing everything, and on one of the set pieces I kicked the ball at Mapi’s back, and this time it wasn’t on purpose.”

That got a loud laugh out of you and Alexia thought about how she could not wait to hear it in person again. After you stopped laughing Alexia asked you about your trip and how work was going. You told her how great it was, how much fun you were having, and how special it was for you to be in the leadership position of the project.

“ I am very proud of you mi amor no one deserves this more than you and clearly the company thinks the same,” she told you with a small yawn.

“Thank you, baby. I appreciate it. Though I thought about you a lot, and it also made me think that maybe we needed this,” you said, causing Alexia’s eyes to shoot open.

Before she could respond you continued, “I know you are about to jump to conclusions but I mean that it is a good and healthy thing for our relationship. You know the saying ‘Distance makes the heart grow fonder.’ It made me stop and think about how much I love and appreciate you and the love that we have for each other.”

“You’re right, I didn’t think that far into it. I just thought about how much I miss you and that I can’t wait to have you by my side again.” Alexia replied, fighting to keep her eyes open.

“I’m going to let you sleep now, I love you and see you in a couple of days.” you told her. Alexia blew you a kiss through the phone, “I love you too, see you in four days.”

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You had told Alexia the truth about how you had been thinking about her a lot. You two were very independent people when you first started dating and even now four years later, but in the last couple of months something had shifted between you and now you could not get enough of each other.

Now where you did not correct her was when she said “...see you in four days.” You were already at the airport staying in one of those convenient airport hotels waiting to get on your flight leaving for Barcelona in just a couple of hours. You texted Alba and Eli and told them your flight information letting them know what time you would be landing. Alba had agreed to pick you up and Eli would be sort of distracting Alexia from thinking of you all day.

The plan was to get to Barcelona a day early and stay with Alba so you could rest and the next day you would be attending El Clásico with the plan of surprising Alexia.

Checking the time on your phone you realize that you should get some sleep to prepare for your long travel day.

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“Hola hermanaaa,” Alba cheered as you walked out of the airport with your luggage. “Hola Alba,” you laugh, letting go of your suitcases to give her a big hug.

“We have all missed you so very much, mami is making us all have dinner together at her place tomorrow so that we can all catch up and you can tell us about your trip,” she says, grabbing one of your suitcases and putting it in her car.

“That sounds great. I missed you all as well, your mama's cooking even more though,” you laugh as she rolls her eyes.

You both finally sit in the car and start the drive to Alba’s apartment, where you will be catching up on some sleep until the game tomorrow.

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“Do you need a shirt or did you already pack ten for your trip?” Alba joked as you two started getting ready for the game. You were texting Alexia your usual, “Good Morning,” so that she would not get suspicious when you looked up hearing Alba speak.

“Haha, you’re so funny, but no I already have one,” you say, showing her the jersey with Alexia’s name and number on the back.

“Ouu and a special game worn one at that. I should’ve known, you are never without one,” she teases, shaking her head.

“I’m done getting ready. Are you ready to go now?” you ask, making Alba nod and grab her bag and keys so that you two can leave.

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As you two were making your way to the entrance of the stadium you spotted Alexia and Alba’s mother and uncle already standing there waiting for you two. Everyone exchanges greetings and hugs before heading to their seats.

While you and Alexia’s family made small talk waiting for the game to start, Alexia was sitting in the locker room getting ready thinking about how this was the first El Clásico you would miss since you two got together.

“Are you ready Ale?” Mapi asked. Alexia looked up and gave her a nod and a small smile. Before Alexia could tie her boots she received a text notification from you.

“Don’t worry I’m watching. You’ll be great. I love you.”

She texted back, “Thank you. I love you more.”

This relaxed her a bit. Knowing that even though you were not physically here you would always support her no matter where you were. With that small boost of reassurance, Alexia stood up and clapped to get her team’s attention so that she could give her speech before the game.

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When the girls started walking out you and everyone else stood up and started cheering. You were hoping to get Alexia’s attention but you know that she was focused on the game. The start of the game was entertaining as usual with both teams doing their best to score early and gain a lead, but with both teams holding their own it was 0-0 by the time half-time came.

As the girls were walking back to the locker room you and Alexia’s family tried once again to get her attention since you knew Alexia usually looked up at the family section when half-time was called. Sure enough, she heard her name being called and looked up to see her family there with you standing and cheering right next to them like you always did.

She could not believe that you were here when she was sure that you still had four more days of work in a whole different country. After she shook the disbelief off of her face she waved at all of you and slyly blew a kiss in your direction, which you pretended to catch.

In the locker room, Alexia could not hide the smile on her face. “Did you see your girl in the stands Capi?” Patri asked, grabbing her shoulder slightly, shaking her. “Looks like she couldn’t wait to see you either, Ale,” Mapi said, making Alexia blush.

After the half-time break was over the girls went back out with a little more fire earning them a goal from Frido, Aitana, and Caroline. Two goals being assisted by Alexia. Ending the game at 3-0.

Since the game was over the team did their rounds taking pictures and signing autographs. Alexia looked up at her family and nodded her head in the direction of the tunnel signaling them to make their way down there. Once Alexia was done she made her way to the tunnel and met with her family and she gave everyone hugs and kisses until she got to you.

“Oh mi amor I missed you so much, I can’t believe you here right now,” Alexia says pulling you into a tight hug laying kisses all over your face and the side of your head. “I also can’t even believe that you kept a secret from me, usually you spill faster than Mapi,” she teased, tickling your sides.

You laughed moving away from her a bit just for her to pull you back in, “I know it took a lot of willpower for me not to just give up and tell you, but when have I ever missed an El Clásico?” you asked her, holding her face in your hands.

“Never,” Alexia answered with a big smile.

“Okay, we know you too are in love and all, but Ale please go take a shower so that we can go eat,” Alba tells her. Eli softly slaps Alba on the arm and pulls her away.

“Yea go shower you stink, I will wait right here,” you tell her. Alexia rolls her eyes and nods before laying a soft kiss on your lips before going back into the locker room to take a shower.

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You ended up riding back to Eli’s house with Alexia where you let her tell you all about the game, even though you were there. Her hand on your thigh the whole ride, you both stealing kisses at every red light. She thought she was slick taking the long way there but you had noticed and you were okay with it.

When you finally made it to the house, Eli was still finishing dinner so everyone sat around the kitchen and talked to keep her company while she finished. As dinner was served you started telling them all about your trip and the project you were working on. The whole time Alexia was not able to take her eyes and hands off of you, but it did not bother you because you were acting the same.

After dinner you all sat around the living room talking some more when Alexia whispered in your ear, “Are you ready to go home?” You nod your head and kiss her cheek.

When finished making your rounds to say goodbye to everyone and thanking Eli for the delicious dinner, you and Alexia head home.

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When you two walk through the doors of your shared home Alexia pulls you into her arms and says, “I am never letting you out of my sight again.”

“I am so okay with that,” you reply, shoving your face in her neck to lay small kisses.

“Now let’s go to sleep, I know you miss me laying on top of you like your personal weighted blanket,” she says, making you laugh and follow her to the bedroom.

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note: not sure i really like this 💀

also, i fight for my life not to say “yall” at least 20+ times

[brujaluas]

when will you and your future spouse decide to date?

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hello intense deck with energy, dense energies of the couple here, it could be that you and your future spouse are in a long-distance relationship or for some reason you need to stay apart and it seems that many people around you or your future spouse want to have a chance, This can lead to a lot of jealousy, aggression and possessiveness on both sides, you are already living far away from each other and you are aware that people want and desire you or your future spouse, and you will be left with a somewhat disillusioned feeling and will enter in an agreement to finally start dating, some here are taking a long time, some couples here have known each other for a long time, the relationship at the beginning will be intense too, I don't know how but you will overcome this distance but you may still feel strange and a little withdrawn, like I said, some didn't want a relationship or anything like that, but there will be a lot of lust and obsession between you, dose that

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Hello my beautiful and shy creatures, you are introverted or quite reserved or maybe both and guess what your future spouse is also, your future spouse may have had health problems that scared you and they, someone has a lot of blocks, maybe your love and that's why they stay in this feeling of needing to reserve oneself, but due to the scare they will say "I need this person", and after many, many thoughts and ramblings, they will stay together with you, like i say, you or your future spouse have many reservations and limitations that make inside of soul, you don't allow yourself, if you don't identify with it, your connection with your future love can make you feel everything that person feels, if they are sad you will know and sit with them in the bathroom with lights off and crying with they, that was very specific but I had a vision of it, it can happen, karma being overcome, you guys are cute.

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I don't know what to think, I'm going to have to pull more cards, I found it interesting because that's where I had the most cards but I still can't understand the scenario, well, it seems, your future spouse lives a life penalty, does a lot of things and responsibilities , may experience something within the family, will ask you to date or marry when cuts off this relationship has with blood relatives or moves away from their personal torment. I definitely think they will skip steps and ask you to marry them, without asking for a date. You and they can travel or live far away from the current place that they live, it will be better for both of you, I heard the future spouse wants everything new.

[mbsneur]

You‘re still the best

Cata Coll x Reader

Summary: cata lost against brazil

Warnings: angst

My Masterlist

please read this text before going to the story don't be so strict with me but rather write to me what I can do better or what you wished were different. also tell me if you find the story too long or too short.. Also write to me if you liked it. My requests are always open (and English is not my first language so don't be mad at me) and if you have any ideas for the future about who I should write please tell me… the topics I will choose by myself unless you have a request for one or two people I will Read everything.. in the next survey I will take a few ideas from the old survey and new ones…. now read and I hope you like it <33

(its a very short one)

your girlfriend missed out on the fight for the gold medal because of her mistakes

your heart stops you can't bear to see your girlfriend like this she runs off the field crying and takes all the blame for it

her little heart breaks into a thousand pieces it was her greatest wish to win this gold medal

a ball through her legs

a penalty because of her

an own goal

almost a fight

she didn't want to talk to anyone from her team her pained eyes you see in the stands and her tear-filled eyes meet yours

she looks at you and her look tells you that she is sorry she would apologise to you for everything although she has no compulsion to do so it will take her a huge effort to come into your presence

she runs into the changing rooms and can't bear to look at you again

you go down to the railing and wave laia over to you she also cries and comes over to you in displeasure

"can you please just give cata a big hug and tell her i'll wait outside the hotel please" you say and feel all your blood rush to your head and your eyes glaze over

"of course" tears roll down her cheeks and she tries to give you a little smile

none of the girls will shower there now they will all go to their nearby hotel to be by themselves and shower alone to rinse off all the pain

you take your bag and run to the exit to intercept cata as quickly as possible the way out was a torture everywhere people pushing each other and spanish people arguing with brazillians and a lot off drunk people

you've been waiting for her outside for a long time you stand around fidgeting and see the first spanish women coming out some of them hug you or give you a nice smile

until you see your friend she is still crying she comes running towards you and you try to take her in your arms by touching her shoulder but she pulls away from you

"let's go i have to take a shower" she says, wiping a few tears from her face

she runs ahead and you run tenaciously behind her she must be so hurt that she doesn't even want to give you a hug

you haven't exchanged a word all the way her body looks weak she opens the door to the room and pulls her jersey over her head and throws it in the corner her shoes find their place there too

cata's broken injured body is now on full display for you you slide up to her and place your hands gently on her shoulder blades and give her little kisses on the edges of her sports bras she relaxes into the kiss until she shrugs her shoulders and pushes you away from her

she turns around abruptly your body jerks and startles "can you just stop touching me" she says angrily and almost screaming you cross your arms embarrassed and take a step back she looks at you painfully and without saying anything else she disappears into the bathroom and locks the door behind her

slowly your tears are coming out that have been stuck inside you all evening cata has never been like this to you she has always met you with love

you crawl into bed and your feelings take over your thoughts go crazy and you hear your girlfriend swearing in the bathroom

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an hour has passed and you mumble to yourself quietly the door of the bathroom opens and cata comes back in an oversized t-shirt and her boxers she is still crying " lo- lo siento amor" she says and tears stream down her cheeks

you sit up slightly and pull the blanket off your legs and nod to her your cheeks are blood red and burning from all your tears cata comes closer and her whole body lies firmly on top of you

you gently stroke her hairline and press her head firmly against your neck "it's okay i understand your pain it's okay" you tell her tearfully and her hands squeeze your body tighter

"i shouldn't have treated you like that i didn't appreciate you you're the only one who can take away my pain " she says and sobs

"it will get better you know how much I love you and that I will never let you fall" you say understandingly

"Will you promise me?" she asks, looking at you slightly

you have never seen cata so vulnerable she was always the strong one of the two of you "i promise you i will fix you and stay your home forever"

cata kisses your neckline lightly "you're still the best" you say with a slight grin

[aritsukemo]

Birth of New Beginnings, Death to Old Comforts

Sunday x GN Reader ( Amnesia AU )

Summary: Sunday is approached with a second chance at life. Unbeknownst to him that what was sacrificed to obtain it was scarier than any death penalty.

Warnings: This was loosely inspired by Crow's amazing oc, Hark, so a lot of stuff can be referenced to them. Furthermore, this is my first time writing for Sunday so don't drag me too much please 😓 As per request, I'm keeping this purposely ambiguous. Also angsty themes ahead but what do you expect from me at this point? You have been warned!

A/N: The first gift is up! This is a book with a golden covering and silver vines on the face, a bouquet of white orchids, earl grey tea, and a fresh batch of brown butter waffles for....Crow! Enjoy @rainswept!

Event: AriTsukemo's 2025 Appreciation STELLARONHVNTERS'S Appreciation Reading Party

“The real world is not about happy endings,” Was the absurdity spewed when your betrayal to The Family was solidified and you stood on the side of the foolish — yet not completely hopeless — crew members of the Astral Express.

You had never truly seen eye to eye with Sunday, going to mock his aspirations at every turn, and yet, you stook around as though you didn’t mean it. As though you were merely rudely jesting like when you were both still teens. Maybe that’s why he turned a blind eye to his own suspicions — that sinking feeling that came with the inevitability that you’d turn on him without batting an eye to your history together and the ideals you did share with him at some point — and he found himself in slight disarray when it finally happened; that he felt his golden hues twitching ever so slightly at the ends and he felt his hands ball into fist behind his back.

That he felt, though only for a moment, anger at what you did.

He’ll prove you wrong. The thought cemented itself in his brain as he rose before you and was embraced by his ideals in its most physical form; wing-faced to shield him away from his opposers — just as he had been doing for Penacony in the shadows — with long mechanical limbs — one bearing a long, thin baton — that could play on forever without growing tired. It was a form he had taken on willingly, determined to subject himself to endless encores and tiring performances for an eternity for the sake and wellbeing of those he cared for down to his deepest core.

He rose as a god — one that was willing to do what those otherworldly beings that looked down upon them could not, would not — and he was ready to fight for what he believed in. Ready to prove to you, the Astral Express, and everyone else who fought against him that this was truly for the best, and that with the right person pulling the strings behind the stage, there could be a world where only happy endings came to fruition and pain, anguish, and sorrow was a forgotten concept that would never be felt again.

But then he lost and everything, quite literally, came crashing down.

The dream he fought so, so hard for went up in smokes the moment he was able to caress it, and yet, the frustration only boiled over when you stood before him again after his title of Head of The Family was stripped from him and he was tangled in chains and stationed to sit and await his just punishment for his crimes.

Oddly enough, you were also in a similar fate — though your chains were much more translucent and only seemed to be visible for a fleeting few seconds when you spoke through that thinly-veiled sarcastic tone of yours.

 “Despite how hard you fell, you don’t look as bad as I thought you would. I mean, I would even go as far as to say that you’re full of vigor,” Your words irked him, but it was his just desserts for being the loser in his own grand scheme. Nevertheless, he let his irritation play like a show on his face, and ultimately, his tone as he hissed out his words to you.

 “Have you come here merely to poke at my pride for old times’ sake?” He asked, fully expecting to get a response equally as agitating as the last — and of course you delivered as you always did.

 “I’ve come to congratulate you on your freedom,” You told him that as though it were obvious. As if he wasn’t sitting before you, unable to move and on death row. He found himself gritting his even teeth.

 “I will not stand for your mockery, leave,” He told you despite the table of power having been flipped. He didn’t have that capability to boss anyone around. Not even a fledgling would listen to him, much less you.

 “You can’t stand…” You quipped, but the way you trailed off had him raising his spite-filled brow towards you, and ultimately, his gaze — though only a little — as you continued, “...at least not yet.”

 “What are you going on about?” He asked, initially gaining silence in response, which forced him to fully look up at you to search for answers himself. He locked eyes with yours, and despite your tone, he found this unfamiliar gleam in them. It was one that has lit his gaze countless times in the past as well as many others. He remembers that look when you took a stance on the other side of the coin and told him that everything he had built so far was a travesty.

And then it clicked at last; you were looking at him with utmost seriousness.

 “Like I said, I'm here to celebrate the moment you become a free man again,” You walked towards him as that uncanny glimmer in your eyes slowly went to overtake your entire face. You grow closer, and though he knows it's futile, he leans as far back into his chair as he can only to quickly run out of space to escape mere seconds later. 

You finally stand right in front of him where he helplessly sits in your reach. You, rightfully, tower over him — the light from the room outside bleeding in as if to further shove your victory in his face — yet it's only for a short moment before you're dropping down to your knees and willingly shrouding yourself further into darkness. Just like how you once walked behind him, managing life and aiding him whilst being in the cold embrace of his ever-growing shadow..

You reach for his leg — which had been locked in place by a bulky shackle — as your other hand goes fishing into your vest pocket. He flinches away when your fingertips graze against the fabric of his pants, and it was clear to you that it wasn’t out of fear nor out of disgust. The way he jerked away was as though he were stripping cheese away from a rat. It was a test — one that he hoped would reveal to him your plans and give insight on the oddity of your responses. Alas, you manage to see through what he was attempting to do — which maybe would’ve been helpful if you hadn’t already shackled yourself to your own undoing.

You finally find what you searched for and you’re quick about getting it out. So quick, in fact, that he doesn’t catch what exactly you grabbed. He opens his mouth to inquire about it, but he’s given an answer before he can ask the question as you loop your hand around his calf and he feels your grip tighten before—schlink.

  “What do you think you’re doing?!” He asks, his voice rising like his temperament, a stark contrast to the cool way you respond, as if you were drowning in subzero waters.

 “I’m getting tired of repeating myself,” You simply tell him.

 “And I’m getting tired of your nonsense,” He retorts — a first for him. Having been a product of growing up together, you knew how he operated and he knew you in turn. Both of you knew what made the other tick, and yet, you were the only one who’d crudely press and poke at him until the wings that protruded from his ears twitched ever so slightly with vexation. Never once did he try to jab back at you — as though it were above him. Maybe he thought it was at some point — that you were being immature for having a sense of humor — and to that part of you was snickering like a little kid.

You release his leg, and as though you were the chains that weighed him down, he feels ten times lighter when you pull away. He felt almost relieved until he realized how literal that weightlessness was and he kicked his leg forward to glimpse at it. Sure enough, it was free from its cold, uncomfortable prison, but you give him little time to gawk before you move to undo the chains that crowd around his other leg. It’s then that the surprise subsides and a frown graces his features.

 “I won’t accept this,” He said with a grimace. No matter what your reason was — what kind of change of heart you may have had or what you were told you could gain for doing this — he won’t have it. He doesn’t need charity. Not from anyone and certainly not you, who fought tooth and nail to get him here in the first place.

But you seem to be equally as stubborn on fulfilling whatever motive drives you because he barely gets a chance to resist before your grip turns inhumane and your unclipped fingernails — which he used to always chide you for as it would infuriate him to no end — dig into his pants leg and a jolt of pain forces him limp as you manage to pierce him through the thick fabric, just barely managing to avoid breaking skin.

 “You don’t have much of a choice here,” You tell him, “Everything’s already been set in motion. Neither you nor I can change this fate.”

 “Stop speaking in riddles and just tell me what you mean—!” His screams come to an abrupt halt as your eyes briefly lock after you freed his other leg and you reached up to do the same to his arm. He sees something in your eyes again, something he’s never ever seen on you. It had a tinge of poorly placed satisfaction like you had just come back from a casino where you lost everything but managed to regain a slither of your previous fortune, specifically just enough to get by. There was something else that swirled there too, something he could not hope to place in the state he’s in now, or maybe in his entire lifetime, as it was carefully masked behind this thick hollowness that dimmed your pupils — like something had once been there but was stripped away. Was it sorrow? Happiness? Pride? Or…no, you wouldn’t..

You free his hand, and immediately, he shoots out to latch it onto your neck. His grip wasn’t nearly as vicious as yours — you’d even go as far as to describe it as quite the tender hold — as he tilted your head up to look at him once more.

And there he sees it, or rather, he doesn’t. The fiery spark that he could once use to differentiate you from any impersonator or lookalike…was nowhere to be found, leaving only the hollow shell and this off-putting wit you’ve been throwing at him this entire time. 

And so he asks, his voice dropping down to a strained whisper as if he were the one being choked right now,  “..What have you done?”

And you answer casually — too casually for how dire this could possibly be, “I’ve done nothing but strike a deal with a pretty woman.”

 “Jade,” He says her name like he’s muttering a curse word, his teeth clicking like a lighter trying to produce fire, “What deal have you struck? What have you so…so foolishly—”

 “Does it matter?” You grab his wrist, and just like you thought, it takes no effort to peel it off your skin nor does his hand leave any prints or markings on your jugular. It truly was like an embrace, one you’d give a friend or even a loved one. Someone that you, at one point, could’ve possibly fit the bill. You’re not sure, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to know.

 “What’s done is done. No use fretting over the details,” You unclasp the final chain which confines his left arm and your hand lingers there longer than it did the rest. As if unlocking that bulky, iron bracelet finalized your future strife — one of unknowingness, anxious innocence that never belonged to you, and blank faces that once gave meaning to your life and filled your childhood with inexplicable bliss — you froze up, and at last, muttered your demise with a carefully spoken, overly thought out one-liner.

 “It’s not like I’ll be able to remember soon anyways.”

Sunday didn’t process it at first; the way his breath caught at your words and the way he too froze in place. It was as though he had immediately been given new shackles despite just being freed of the old ones — these ones being much heavier and possessing no key to free him of.

Well it does, but if what you say is to be taken literally, that key will soon forget its color of purpose, the hardened convictions that shaped it, and its hardships and blessings that formed the ridges necessary to slot perfectly into its keyhole.

 “Soon, our roles will be reversed — in some ways anyway,” You mutter, “I’ll be sitting in a chair of my own, littered in invisible chains, and what’s worse? I won’t even know about them,” You sigh. It was meant to be a chuckle of some kind but without the usual dry humor to reflect off of, it ceased to exist entirely. That said, you had no choice but to fall back on vocal clarity to get your point across, “It’s such funny irony. The victor ends up worse off than the defeated.”

 “But don’t get things twisted,” At last, you snap from whatever melancholic trance you were under and rise to your feet. Your hand retreating to station at your hip as you say, “I’m not angry. Not in the slightest. I’m the one who proposed this deal in the first place after all.”

And in his shock, he manages to force out a shaky, “Why?” but you take your time to answer.

As if you wanted to be insufferable one last time, you turn on your heel instead of opening your mouth to award him with the answer he yearns for. Just as you approached him, you walked slowly, as if you had all the time in the world. Your feet click in a spasmodic pattern that stabs into him one by one, forcing him to take your appearance in at last.

He can see the white of your undershirt peeking from your vest — which he noticed when you first came in was sloppily buttoned aside from the top, which remains unclasped altogether. There seemed to be just one too many creases in your attire and he could just tell it was nowhere in alignment with the loafers you adorn on your feet. It irked him to his very core to the point his fingers twitched, eager to grasp at the mistake that was you and fix it immediately.

But maybe some part of you wanted that. Hoped that his first decision as a free man would be to chase you down for once. To hold you, even when trembling with rage, and to engrave you into his being. Maybe the entire point of your visit was to ensure that you left an impression that satisfied you — one that would replace the interpretation he had of you during his descent from godhood, when you turned away as the final strike was dealt and the ideal you once shared together went up in flames.

If that was your true motive for coming here in place of that woman, you only half-succeeded. You achieved in your goal to erase that as his final memory of you, but failed in cementing it as what he’ll later remember you — this version of you — as. There are a plethora of other memories that come to mind in that case, some even dating back to when you could still both smile at each other without other veiled emotions diminishing them into something faux.

 “The real world isn’t about happy endings. It’ll always be that way no matter how much you or I wish it otherwise,” You told him as you finally reached the door, the light pouring in now blinding — as though what waited for you on the other side was the afterlife itself. In a way it was. You were dying, or at least, the you he and so many others had known was.

 “—And to answer your question from earlier, the reason I did this was because of my own belief; that this heartless world — that fills everyone with its fuel of suffering that pushes us to do the most insane things sometimes — is about taking your bleeding heart, your life, and fighting like hell to keep it beating until you no longer find a need to.”

Then suddenly, you look back at him, “I made this trade to follow my beliefs, and for that I must give it up too. If you accept her offer, the same may happen to you, but I still suggest that you at least consider it. I mean, your wings are already severed, might as well walk the mortal realm and see what it’s like.”

This time he doesn’t say anything, simply taking in your words as a sour taste pools at the root of his mouth. He wonders what it is, but doesn’t take the time to delve into himself to find an answer as it may take too much time and give you the chance to disappear into a cloud of smoke and reform somewhere else as someone entirely new.

Then again, that’ll happen anyways. He knows that now, but he still watches you like a hawk because he at least wants to give you that satisfaction of knowing that some part of him is giving chase albeit it's not in the literal sense you may have hoped.

You finally break your prolonged staring competition with him and face the light. It burns your retinas and you’re sure that, sooner than later, it’ll give you a horrible migraine. Nevertheless, you pretend that it doesn’t bother you — soon, it won’t for real.

 “Take care, sunny. The next time we see each other, we’ll be completely different people with lives that no longer crash into each other. …Heh, maybe we can even be civil to each other for once,” You take a step forward, most of your body out of the door as you find yourself murmuring under your breath.

 “...But, part of me wouldn’t mind if it were still the opposite.”

⇢ On the last page, you notice hearts and smiley faces circling around a note of some kind, it reads..

Before anything else, I just wanna say Happy Birthday Crow!!! Second off, I wanna thank you for creating the StellaronHvnters Network. If it weren't for this network coming into my life, I'd probably still be this sad sack who likes to write sometimes. You have singlehandedly gave me so much motivation along with many, many laughs and tears of joy!! Our late night chats are one of the best pleasures I get out of this network!! No matter how bad I feel, talking to you always manages to cheer me up!! Whether it be you yapping to me about your ocs ( which are the coolest btw I love them!!! Hark especially lmao they're my spirit animal at this point ), or HSR, or something else entirely, I'm always smiling behind the screen!! There are times where I let myself slip and I yap about all the fucked up shit that's happened to me over the years and you always managed to make me feel heard and comforted and safe beyond belief and to that I thank you so, so much!! ( Also your voice is really nice to listen to!! It's calming, like more than any ASMR or comfort audio I've listened to!! I could listen to you for hours like you're just like soothing in every aspect to me )

No matter what you may think otherwise, you are an amazing person with amazing skills in your arsenal!! I'm always blown away by the things you create ( still gnawing at the bars, waiting for another Aven fic btw ) and I'm always itching to hear more!! Not just that but your characterizations GOSHHHH they're so good!! Thanks to them, I've finally been able to grasp some understanding for Sunday and finally, finally write for him!! Again, you're so awesome!!

Honestly you just feel like a close, if not best friend, to me. Granted, many of the people in the StellaronHvnters are like that to me, but you especially!! You've always been a blast to talk to ( over text and on vc ), you're funny, you make me feel safe and never, like, make me feel judged or ashamed and just...aghhhh I love you so much. Please, let your mom know that I'm thanking her a million times over for having you!! Not just that, but I want to personally thank you for existing and being you and creating this safehaven for me, I owe you so, so much!!

I hope your day, and days to come, are as bright as you make mine!! And, once again, happy birthday!! <3

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[loreiswriting]

blood red - landoscar

Oscar is seeing red.

He's angry. No. He's livid. He just got the race stolen from his own hands and it's unfair. He had a fourteen second advantage and just for a little rain he lost it, and then the penalty... He wants to rip his own skin off. His anger itches him all over his body from the inside and there's nothing he can do about it but smile and pretend to be content for the team.

For him.

God. He looked so happy, brilliant, shining on top of the podium after fulfilling a dream Oscar had been hearing about for years, since they first became teammates (and probably before that, when Oscar was a helpless skinny twig with a silly crush on a boy across the world and he obsessively read every news he could find about him).

But not even Lando's sunshine was enough to lighten up his dark mood. He couldn't even bother to spray him with champagne, and now, finally with a few minutes alone for himself inside his dressing room, Oscar feels the regret creeping in, and it somehow makes him even angrier. Did he ruin it for Lando, too? Couldn't he fucking smile for him, after everything? How shitty of a boyfriend was he really?

Oscar hears a commotion outside of his dressing room that distracts him from his self loathing. And it's a distraction because the voices aren't happy, but concerned. He furrows his eyebrows and quickly stands up, forgetting about wanting to be alone and instead feeling a weird sense of dread, like something isn't right, like Lando is not alright.

He's right, of course he is. Lando is walking towards him with his hand covering his face which is scrunched up in pain and there's blood pouring between his fingers. A thousand different scenarios go through his head in a second: did an angry fan punch him or threw a bottle at him? did he pass out from exhaustion and fall on his face? or was his nose bleeding from the inside? Oscar ran towards him, the race already forgotten, any anger he had replaced with worry and the need to know how Lando was.

"What happened?!" he asks at the dozens of people surrounding his boyfriend, flocking around him like crazy, no one being able to tell him anything coherent.

It was an accident. Someone fell on him. He got hit by a camera lens. Three people say at the same time. Oscar is still confused, but just a bit calmer, now that he knows it wasn't a fan (Oscar wasn't sure what he would do if it was. Much less, one of his own. Just the thought of it somehow being his fault...).

Lando walks to the infirmary. McLaren's nurse receives him and makes him sit on the stretcher. Everyone gets left out except for Oscar. He stands next to Lando, watching closely as she begins working. She cleans the blood around the wound, and he can finally see the damage. There's a thin cut between Lando's eyebrows and another one, smaller, right above it. The cut isn't deep but it's bleeding a lot, pouring red down Lando's perfect nose.

"How did this happen?"

"I don't know, man. Some dude fell on me and to avoid him I got hit by someone else's camera."

So it was just a dumb accident. Oscar feels like he can finally breathe.

Their nurse works quickly and efficiently. Sooner than later, she's cleaning up and leaving the room to give them privacy.

Silence falls between them. Oscar sits next to Lando. He places a hand softly on Lando's cheek and guides his face towards him. Lando doesn't meet his eyes.

"How are you doing?" he asks softly, and Oscar suddenly feels like the worst person ever. His boyfriend almost got his nose broken in half but he's the one asking how Oscar is doing. His boyfriend just won his hometown's GP and he's the one being careful around Oscar, like he's afraid to be happy, and rightfully so, so he doesn't hurt Oscar's feelings.

"I'm sorry." Oscar finally says before closing the distance between their lips. Lando makes a tiny noise in the back of his throat, but immediately relaxes and lets himself be kissed. "I'm so happy for you."

Lando smiles. "It's okay if you're frustrated. I won't take it personally."

Oh this sweet, tender, kind boy, Oscar thinks. Just when Oscar thought he couldn't be more in love with him, his beautiful boyfriend surprises once more. He kisses him again, because there are no words that could describe how he feels after everything they had been through today.

"I'm all better now." Oscar smiles. He can see Lando's shoulders relaxing and they somehow manage to close the distance between them even more. "Does it hurt?"

"Not the cut itself... my nose."

Oscar kisses the tip of his nose. "I hope it doesn't leave a scar."

"I hope it does. Makes me look cooler."

"You're already cool. You just won your home race."

Lando hides his face into Oscar's neck. "I did."

Someone knocks on the door. There's still work to do, pictures to get taken, fans to greet, more champagne to be drunk.

"Shower first?" Lando asks, as if reading his thoughts. "I'm gonna need some help so I don't get this wet."

"Of course you will." Oscar melts at Lando's cheeky smile. Today was not perfect, and there are many things to be forgotten, but Lando's shiny eyes and blinding smile is not one of them, and now that the anger is gone, Oscar can finally drown in it. But not before stealing a couple more kisses before going back out.

[revelauver]

⌕ race review!   ֢֢֢ ◝﹝canada [ 06/15/25 ]

🏎️_⠀ gr63, mv1, op81, ka12, lh44, fa14, ln4, cl16, fc43, & aa23 are the quali top 10!

🧍‍♀️

well that happened

if i had a nickel for every time i missed a grand prix and had to catch up watching it on overtakefans many hours later because of a family brunch with my grandparents that started exactly at 11am, i would have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice

the starting grid was so fucked up in between quali and the race with the amount of penalties. the highlight, of course, being liam lawson's 50-place grid penalty which actually has me in tears 😭 like genuinely was that necessary

of course the george v. max turn 1 anticipated carnage was all the media could talk about for a span of 24 hours, but george got a great start off the line with max falling cleanly into place right behind

but WAIT

WAIT WAIT WAIT

in a stroke of unprecedented unexpectedness and vengeance for the miami sprint, kimi antonelli overtakes oscar piastri for p3 by sneaking in around the outside within the first three turns

naturally i was freaking tf out fighting the demons (first antonelli podium v. piastri wdc campaign), but little did i know...

the pirelli report: mediums were terrible, softs were scarcely touched, and everyone wanted to be on the hards

i thought i was hallucinating the groundhog corpse because nobody on f1tv mentioned it but NOPE. the literal VEGAN on the grid, LEWIS fucking HAMILTON has actually steamrollered the thing

aaand that's another square on the f1 bingo

the worst/funniest part is lewis actually sustained DAMAGE that affected him throughout the race 💀 of course it's a ferrari driver that suffers because of this

ferrari stats for the weekend include 0 podiums, 1 groundhog killed, 83749748 rumors emerging from the hellfire of italian media, 18 points, at least 3 separate incidents of charles pleading with the strategy team, and 1 aborted plan c

truly a miracle that this team frauded their way into a constructor's p2 for a hot minute (affectionate) while also taking their third consecutive win in le mans

alpines 🤝 mowing the lawn ft. lance stroll (his fault) and alex albon (his fault?)

is that a glimpse of williams era franco i see? 🤔

in other news, the merc--aka the current constructor's p2--actually functions in more than 1 (one) temperature

as proven by george russell playing pit stop ping pong with max verstappen throughout the race and narrowly but confidently maintaining the lead without making any mistakes (once again proving the does nothing -> great result agenda)

both alex and liam retired from pu issues

fernando alonso got a trucker mustache and pace (!!!)

esteban and carlos both scored points on the 1-stop strategy charles mourns

nico hulkenberg apparates into the points for the second race weekend in a row

meanwhile it is important to note that before the race nico ROSBERG took a selfie in front of turn 1

i wonder what that could mean-

a papaya incident. of course it was a papaya incident in turn 1 in the final four laps of the race

so kimi is running in p3, oscar in p4, and lando in p5, all with similar tire conditions. lando reaches the back of oscar in within drs range, and oscar closes that gap to be in kimi's drs range to keep lando behind him

kimi pulls away farther in the cleanest air, oscar is now out of drs range, and lando makes an INSANE move into the hairpin until they're side by side going into the final chicane

oscar goes late on the breaks to keep the lead going into turn 1, and lando goes for a move along the pit straight for a gap that didn't open up so his front wing hits the back of oscar

lando is out of the race, comes on the radio to apologize, and mclaren pr are working overtime to brush everything under the rug while i just KNOW the dts crew is having a field day

and omg lando was having a really great recovery drive from p7 before this too 😭

mclaren PLEASE keep letting them race 🙏 you've got the constructor's locked down and lando and oscar will be good I PROMISEE i cannot promise but pls

cracking up thinking of kimi seeing this shit go down in his mirrors

papaya incident causes a safety car to be deployed for the final laps, and the race finishes under the safety car with a george-max-kimi podium

the absolute villainy between george and max needs to be studied 💀 while the mclaren drivers are falling over their own two feet for each other, THESE mfs will do anything to gain even the slightest advantage (flashback to the legal battle in miami, max's attempted murder in spain, george's recent gaslighting, and we haven't even TOUCHED 2024), making peace only to coparent kimi

the fia stewards took 5 and a half hours to make up their minds on 10+ investigations, only to chuck a 5 second penalty at norris and call it a day

i'm actually in tears the man didn't even finish the race and he gets a 5 second penalty??

thank god for the kimiodium 🙏

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[niiwa-angel]

Hal and Barry have been dating for a while and both of them have been hunting about getting married. They've been talking about where they'd theoretically have the ceremony, where they'd take a honeymoon, who would be their best men, etc. the only thing they haven't done is actually asked the question.

And that's what Hal is pondering as he's doing a really BORING mission for the Lanterns. But if he wants to propose, he needs a ring and there in lies the problem. Rings are expensive and he is broke as fuck because being an intergalactic space cop somehow doesn't have a salary. And while he's thinking this, he stumbles onto some pretty red and green rocks and has a light bulb moment. He doesn't need to buy a ring, he can make a ring! Here are all these pretty rocks just laying around on this dead planet!

So he takes some rocks, a big ish chunk of iron from a nearby comet, brings them back to earth and gets to work. His lantern ring can do anything needed to make Barry the perfect ring and that's what he's going to do. He puts a ton of thought into it, because Barry works with his hands a lot at work and often has to wear gloves that prevent him from wearing jewelry, he makes it specifically so that the ring will still be pretty if he pins it to his shirt or wears in on a chain. The centerpiece is a big, pretty green rock with lots of red in it that he manages to polish into looking shiny, and it's surrounded by little pieces of sea glass that's red and green too. He gets the iron purified and into a perfectly sized ring for Barry's finger and polished that to a shine too. The most expensive thing about the ring is the dollar store box it came in because he didn't technically have to pay for materials or labour.

So he proposed, Barry said yes, they have their wedding, they both say "I do", Hal steps on the glass, and they honeymoon in Italy. It's beautiful, they're madly in love, everything is going perfectly.

Until Kilowag shows up and is like "Hal, the Guardians want you. You've broken intergalactic law."

And it turns out that the law Hal broke was bringing the rocks back to earth. The Guardians have a rule against that so that rocks that a valuable on one planet can't be brought from another planet and tank the economy. And Barry is wearing the evidence.

So now Hal and Barry, because if his idiot husband is appearing before space court, he's coming along. Their vows said through thick and thin, he just hadn't expected it to happen so soon. And if course, John Stewart, Guy Gardener, and Alan Scot tag along. One for support and two because this is the funniest fucking thing to happen all decade. And then the Justice League finds out about it and they have to go too. One for support and two because this is the funniest fucking thing ever.

The entirety of the case, Bruce is sitting beside Barry whispering to him "it's not to late to leave. We can get out of here right now. I have amazing lawyers, we can get you an annulment and it'll be like this never happened" because he's a supportive friend and also (perhaps even more importantly) he does not like Hal.

But Barry's like "we definitely don't qualify for annulment and I don't think any lawyer is going to believe us if we tell them this"

Hal and Guy are arguing that Hal didn't take the rocks to profit off of them, he took them to make them into a gift. John is talking about earth traditions of giving pretty things to your partner to try and make it seem like this was a weird instinctual thing Hal did by accident to get an insanity plea.

Alan is arguing to give Hal the death penalty.

And then one of the Guardians says that Hal intended to profit off the Bloodstones he took by selling the ring when Bruce freezes and then slaps himself. Hard.

"Bloodstones are pretty much worthless on earth" he says.

And then the Guardians freeze because they've been basing their whole argument on Hal somehow profiting of the pretty rocks he found on a dead planet, only to find out that he basically took beer caps.

So now they have to find out how much the ring is worth, to see if they even have a case. And it turns out they do not.

And it turns out that the entirety of the ring is worth MAYBE, generously, $30. Maybe, if the appraiser is blind. Or new. Because Bloodstone is cheap. Iron is in no demand on Earth. And there are no valuable gems in the ring. Hal didn't even use his ring to know for certain what rocks he picked up off the ground, he literally just thought they were pretty and that Barry would like them because Barry is a nerd who likes space rocks. The only value the ring has is its appearance.

And now basically the entirety of their honeymoon has been spent keeping Hal's dumb ass out of space jail over a pretty ring that, while resilient and made with love, isn't worth anything. So now the Guardians feels dumb and everyone else is asking "how the hell did you even know Hal took the rocks?"

And it turns out the Eobard found out and told Sinestro, who got it back to the Guardians. It's the dumbest thing ever.

They get back and the other lanterns basically look at Hal and ask "so despite all the research you did on how to make the ring, you never stopped to consider the laws of the universe?"

Hal never gets to live it down and it's why Barry gets to put a finger down for "Never Have I Ever Seriously Considered Killing my Beloved Husband After Less Than A Week Of Being Married"

[thewritetofreespeech]

shuhei hisagi 💘

send a heart - fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

He shouldn’t have gone drinking with Rangiku. Something bad always happened when he went drinking with Rangiku. Yet he never seemed to learn his lesson.

“My turn! My turn!” The blonde cheered. Her cheeks flushed but seeming not nearly as drunk as everyone else at the table, even though she had drank more than them. “Hmmm….Shuhei! Truth or Dare??”

The vice-captain floundered and said, “uh dare” before he could stop himself. He regretted that choice, but thought 'what was the worst that could happen'? Suddenly visions of him running around outside naked, or having to eat a whole live slug, filled his mind and he prayed for sweet death.

“I dare you to kiss [Y/N]!” He wished it had been the slug now.

For a while, he had had a crush on [Y/N]. The 10th’s newest 3rd seat and clearly Rangiku’s protégé. She had taken the other under her wing (so to speak) with mixed responses in her care. Sure, they had come out of their shell since being around Rangiku more, but they weren’t nearly as boisterous. A perfect mix of dedicated and fun loving, along with being easy on the eyes. Shuhei was smitten. Rangiku knew this. And now she was using it against him. “I’ll take the penalty.”

As he downed the bottle of sake in one go, Shuhei noticed [Y/N] leaving their table to head outside. He went to go after them, but his legs seemed to realize he was drunk, so it took him a few tries. Thankfully the cool air sobered him up a little, so by the time he got to [Y/N] he was an appropriate level of drunk again. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah. Fine.” They seemed angry but Shuhei couldn’t figure out why. “Always great to find out your crush would rather kill his liver than kiss you.” Shuhei realized what they were mad about and his face flushed red from more than just the drink. They turned to him with a sad, kind of wounded look. “Would it have really been so bad to kiss me?”

“What? No, no, no!” Hands that were normally so precise and deadly flailed like helpless stumps as he tried to prove it to [Y/N]. “It wouldn’t have been bad! It would have been great. I’m sure. At least, when I’ve thought about it it is. Not that I think about it a lot! Or at all! I’m not a pervert!” Shuhei put his hand to his head. It was spinning. “I just…didn’t want our first kiss to be on a dare.” It seemed cheap. Sordid. He thought so much more of them and now he probably blew it.

[Y/N] looked at him then turned to face him head on. They then leaned in gave him a soft, simple peck on the lips. “There. Not on a dare now.”

“Not on a dare.” Shuhei repeated. This probably dreamy, sappy look on his face. “Do you want to go back in?”

“No. I like it out here.” [Y/N] said as they linked their arms around his neck.

From the other room Rangiku watched her protégé and friend kiss like no one was watching. “Hhhhhh….those crazy kids.”

“I don’t feel well….” Izuru whined from under the table.

“You throw up on my rug and you’re buying me a whole new carpet.”

[hcgossips]

Stranger Things

Since Cavill’s first pap walk with Viscuso and its mockery on a TV show, his life has been an odd mystery with him clearly staging a fake situation as obligated by contract. The reasons may vary. To start with, Cavill was always a Propaganda boy, meaning he had contracts with brands and entities he could jeopardize if involved in scandals.

These celebs sign expensive contracts with clauses that demand them to pay high penalties if the celeb jeopardizes brands when involved in scandals. Even when they are not the ones who caused them. And, that sure isn’t different with Cavill. Apparently, his team believed ending this PR contract in the beginning of the plot (what, in my opinion, would have been less harmful for him) would cause other inconveniences.

That’s why many thought he was being blackmailed. It was probably not blackmailing, but ending it at that time, would have compromised what they had planned for a close future with that story by a contract. Not that he didn’t have a choice. He did. He was already harmed, anyway, and his image, jeopardized. He would have jeopardy ($) if ending it, but not as great as sticking to the plot.

But, for a reason we don’t know (maybe a high penalty established in contract),  while we continued supposing it was to tantrum fans, for stubbornness, he chose to stick to the plan, taking it personal. That made things worse. And, because of this decision, he moved away from addressing videos to fans, only showing off in public events to promote this PR farse, a movie or an award, only posting job related stuff on his IG, which he declared to be fictional and from which he stepped back.

Cavill is now only trying to hold on to a job, OK with the loss of his fandom as it was (You can't make pancakes without breaking eggs, right?). He is now, a product, a muppet that, apparently, lost the autonomy of his public life and is, now, prohibited to interact or decided to avoid contact with fans, as punishing them for the reaction he and his team intentionally caused with a public relations job. His team messed up when teasing a reaction and even more, when motivating the initial reaction so it would be intensified.

Then, they played the innocent and made fans accountable for the result they arranged. And, to “punish” the fandom, Cavill avoids interaction as an attempt to manipulate fans again, to make them stop criticizing. Well, they won’t. Especially, because their narc strategies are becoming more evident. That means Cavill will continue putting a distance between him and fans and will only expose the circus and himself when in a professional obligation.

He was reduced to a farse and, from now on, everything about him is staged. The interaction with fans on IG, in videos of his exercises, his runs and building computers, while addressing a word to them, is over for good. We will no longer see those. Cavill became an actor that no longer interacts with fans directly. He now, only stages a fake life in front of cameras and no longer records spontaneous videos.

He became part of the Hollywood cattle, part of this cult where actors lose spontaneity and stage 100% of the time, distancing themselves from their audience. So, did he accept being an Illuminatti? Apparently, he is now, a part of some cult or deal! Easy it is to realize something is off and really odd in his life for the last five years. We all clearly see changes (for worse) when celebs accept being part of the cult.

And, we can clearly see changes in Cavill’s life and attitudes towards fans that, obviously, have been evident in looks. He has been miserable, with sored and deep eyes marked by round dark circles around them, disguised with a lot of makeup. Of course, he had five years to get used to his new controlled and imposed fake life, one he’s being obligated to stage for reasons we ignore.

But, despite feeling more comfortable staging this circus beside the promiscuous bl*w j*ber, we can still sense something is not right. Their body language says they barely stand pretending by each other's side. This plot not only jeopardized his image. It stroke his integrity. And, it surely, changed (for worse) the way he is, now, seen and portrayed.

 P.S.: This photo of him is recent and it still brings a Cavill with sore and deep eyes, surrounded by dark circles.

[lunaandco]

and i will fuck you, like nothing matters; part three

pairing: gavi x ofc

summary: gavi wants coral to be his. she's scared of their fame.

taglist: @htpssgavi ; @joaosnovia

masterlist // series masterlist // I do not take requests

Gavi took a deep breath. He had faced guys twice as tall as him in World Cup matches, shot penalties and done post game interviews for the Cahmpions League, but he had never been as nervous as he was parking by Coral's apartment.

He ahd been coming so often that when he crossed paths with one of thr neighbours she just smiled and greeted him by his name, adding a small comment about how Coral had been playing guitar all day long, and how delightful her new song was.

Gavi shared that fondness, he wanted to listen to Coral's music for hours every day for the rest of his life. He took the stairs jumping two steps at a time, his usual impatience getting the best of him. By the front door of her apartment, the soft chords of a song Gavi had not heard yet could be heard.

He felt a little guilty, ringing and interrupting the music, but seeing Coral standing on the other side of hte door, an oversized Barça hoodie on, her hair mess and her lips pink from biting them, like she always did, when she was concentrating; made it all worthy.

Gavi almost fell to his knee and asked for her hand in marriage, but her suspected that such proposal would not be accepted before he fixed their current situation.

"Gavi! I'm so busy right now, I don't think it's the best time to fuck right now..."

Right, that.

Their relationship was based around sex, the friends with benefits label falling over them easily after his ugly break up with Sandra. With a shattered heart and ego, the internet creating demeaning memes at lightning speed and everything he thought to be true crumling around him, Gavi had found shelter between Coral's arms.

But that shelter was not enough, not when he needed to really be hers.

For a long time he had been the heartbroken boy fucking his anger away. Now he was a smitten man, ready to ask Coral to be his girlfriend.

"I didn't come for that," he explained. Her eyes fell to the bouquet of flowers he was holding.

"Oh."

"Yeah." he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Do you think I can come in?"

"Yeah."

Coral stepped aside so he could walk inside. The apartmwnt was a mess, the way it became when she was composing a new song.

That was what had her so busy.

"Coral..." he started, handing her the flowers. "I'm pretty sure you can already figure out where this is going..." he laughed nervously. "I like you, Coral. A lot. It think you could tell already."

"I had a small idea..." she was already smiling brightly, her cheeks pink. It gave him confidence on what he was about to ask.

"Would you be my girlfirend, please?"

Coral didn't reply. She threw her arms around Gavi's shoulders, and kissed him hard.

"I love you," she said ending the kiss, with his hands around her waist. "But I really need to finish this song before inspiration leaves."

Gavi smiled. If there was soemthing he knew, it was that big emotions triggered her creativity and she would be writing for hours.

But now he could watch her work, like the lovee sick puppy that he was.

[kohabielnin]

Hi I really like your truth and inference posts and wondering if you can do a headcanon of their reaction if reader betrays them?

As you didn't make it very clear what kind of betrayal it would be, I assumed it was related to work, as I don't feel comfortable writing about betrayal in a relationship.

Truth & Inference Responding to Betrayal

D.M/Désire Mélodis

• He wasn't surprised because he already imagined that you were working with Lady Truth and Mr. inference,

• Of course, he was very disappointed because you were the one responsible for the information,

• Business must continue, so he gave you a choice of leaking information from Mr. Inference while leaking information from him to the detective,

• Obviously he saw this as a new way to play with you and Mr. Inference,

• If you refuse to do this, then let's say it's over, after all DM will never forgive a traitor,

• But if you agree, he'll never trust you as much as he did before.

Tuberose/Jack

• To say he felt betrayed was an understatement,

• Come on, this man was your co-worker and you simply told Mr. Inference and Lady Truth about his existence,

• He can't look at your face without feeling repulsed,

• He was really very disappointed in you,

• You never went on a mission together again because he asked D.M that this never happen again,

• Congratulations, you made it to the Tuberose blacklist

Noir/Saphir Mélodis

• He already imagined something like that, he quickly realized when you started acting strange,

• He was very disappointed in you, obviously.

• He tried to make a deal, that he wouldn't tell D.M that you were betraying the Mélodis family, as long as nothing compromising was leaked,

• He didn't pretend that something like this didn't happen while you moved on, after all you betrayed his trust,

• If you don't end up accepting his deal, he won't hesitate to end you, don't take him the wrong way, he's only faithful to his brother,

• Even Leon was sad when he found out and the hawk really liked you

Gatto/Aesop Carl

• He suspected that you were slowly becoming clear about the Silent Rebel's identity,

• When D.M entered his laboratory with you by his side, everything became clear to Gatto,

• The person he trusted betrayed him by handing him over to D.M and now his life was gone,

• Cat never wanted to come near you again, neither she nor the other kittens,

• Even though the penalty that D.M gave him was light at his request, Gatto was never able to be in the same environment as you again,

• In other words, Gatto reacted in the same way as Tuberose, or even worse

Mr. Inference/Naib Subedar

• He threw a fit of rage when he found out, Lady Truth managed to calm him down,

• Come on, he never thought you would go to D.M's side even though he knew everything,

• He kicked you out of the agency even though Lady Truth begged him not to,

• The last words he said to you was to do whatever you wanted and never look for him again,

• Lady Truth was angry at Mr. Inference's overreaction, but she couldn't go against her best friend,

• It hurt him a lot when he found out about such a thing, but you had made your choice

White/Saphir Mélodis

• Congratulations, you broke it,

• When he had the vision of you cheating on him, he just felt broken,

• He had done everything to make you feel good around him and you did this to him, why?

• Owl was sad that White wouldn't let her sleep on his head or shoulder anymore,

• At first you didn't understand why he suddenly started acting like that, but when the penny dropped, you felt guilty,

• But now there was no going back, the mistake had already been made.

[burningcheese-merchant]

You have single handedly converted me into a burningcheese fan and it is now my hyperfixation fuck you /j (ty for feeding me 🫶🏼), in all seriousness I saw your fics and damn your writing is good :D I'm glad I wasn't the only one thinking spice was kinda acting yandere in the story 😭also the fankids are so cute omgg 💞 I'm sorry for yapping haha, have a lovely day/afternoon/evening :)

Hehehehehehehehehehehe I dragged someone else into the cult, there is no escape, you will ship BurningCheese or face the death penalty (seriously though, thank you! I cannot stress enough how happy it makes me that my writing brings people joy. I have many more fics planned for the future because I, too, am now fixated on this ship to the point of insanity, so stay tuned! I shall feed the BurningCheese nation until my kitchen blows up)

Tbh you kind of had to have been blind to NOT notice how down bad Spice was acting in episode 6 lol. There were hints of BurningCheese in episode 5, and then for ep 6 they just decided to go ham, I guess lol. Calling her "little bird". Smiling and laughing and CELEBRATING when she busts out of jail, saying he knew she wouldn't disappoint him. Pushing her to get high with him (wtf was with him constantly bringing up "the spices in the air" and telling her to breathe them in???). Tracking her either by her smell or her aura, idk he just always knew where she had been and there's a weird implication there lol. TELLING HER TO HER FACE THAT HE WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING TO GET HER. That demonic grin and laughter when she awakens, bro is HAPPY. EXCITED. Probably popping a boner tbh lmao. BurningCheese is canon, you guys, it's crazy /j

And thank you about the fankids 😭😭😭 I know I don't draw well at all, but I try (hopefully I start to improve eventually lol). I put a lot of thought into them both and I just love them a lot 😭 I can't wait to share their stories with you all, I have so much already done or planned and I really hope people take interest and stick around to hear it all

[tpher]

on the topic of chris not being THAT different in pahkitew, i CAN pin down some differences he does have that ultimately take away a lot of his charm

less chris+chef interactions. it didnt start in pahkitew but u can see that theres practically no moments between them here. likely since they pair chris w topher for half the season, but still. what if there was still like this distance between the two, but u also added a chef+topher dynamic. maybe chef just finds it amusing how topher tortures chris. just a thought

theres less of like.. chris' gay quirks. do u know what im talking abt. like in tda saying he made the challenge later in the day bc he was getting a manicure. lighthearted character-centric jokes so that hes more beyond just ~sadistic host~. often overlaps w the first point bc of course

chris being just rly.... irritated by everything this time around? again u could explain it away w him having to deal w topher but it makes for such a.... idk how to explain it. he causes FOUR eliminations (amy, sammy, ella, max) JUST bc he finds them annoying. keep the twins around for the drama. give ella a penalty or put her on the other team or SOMETHING not fully getting rid of her for singing. max.

this is less of a "chris not being fun" thing and more like the writers missing out on a fun opportunity, but what if topher DID get to host the show just once. and chris was still pulling the strings behind the scenes to make him have a hard time to get him eliminated. it wouldve been fun and different!

tldr its not that hes ""extra mean"" this season its just that they removed basically everything else he had going on

[raapija]

Just a regular day

Fernando Alonso/Lance Stroll

No warnings needed, just fluff <3

It's been a long day at the karting track and Lance goes to find Fernando to take him home.

This is part of the pookie au ->

Lance stretched back in his chair and yawned. He was finally done cataloging every piece of paper and recording everything on the computer database. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch.

"Half seven..." he mumbled to himself and relaxed for a moment longer. He looked out the office window and down towards the track. The sun was setting and painted the sky pink. It was so quiet compared to just a few hours before with about 20 karts speeding around the track and dozens of family members and friends cheering for them.

Lance could see some movement from the other side of the track where the garages and storage buildings were. He sat up to see better and could make out a familiar figure wheeling along one of the karts used in the race. Oh, Fernando was still working on something. The Canadian decided to wrap up his things and head down to see what he was doing. The whole building was empty, apart from a little old cleaning lady tidying up the offices. Lance said his good byes to her and made his way outside.

***

"Hey," Lance said as he stopped at the garage opening, looking at Fernando hunched over the kart he had been moving. "Whatcha doing?"

Fernando peered up and smiled as he saw Lance, his hands busy loosening some screws. As he looked back down, his face contorted in frustration as one of the screws wouldn't come out. "The engine was making a sound so I'm just checking it."

"It's almost seven, we should go home." Lance said and walked over to him, crouching down and watching Fernando tinker with the engine. The Spaniard's hands were covered in black oil and grease and Lance thought it made him look quite rugged. In a good way.

"Yeah, it's not gonna take long. You can go if you want to. I'll get a ride from someone." Fernando said and Lance huffed.

"I'm not leaving you here, you'll stay the whole night. Besides, it's only us and Juanita still here. And she can't strap you onto her Vespa." the Canadian said. Fernando chuckled and then pointed towards a toolbox off to the side.

"Well, help me then and we'll go." he said and Lance reached for the toolbox, handing Fernando whatever he needed. They worked together on the engine with Lance giving suggestions on the possible fix and Fernando trying them out. Finally, they found the right part that was causing the noise and Fernando ripped the whole thing off and changed in a new one. They fired up the kart and were satisfied to hear it run smoothly.

***

"Well!" Lance chirped with a clap as Fernando got up to clean his hands. It was almost eight now and he was feeling famished. They had only had a quick lunch break between practise and qualifying and that was almost 7 hours ago. "Can we go home now?"

"Yeah, sí." Fernando said as he wiped his hands clean with WD-40. Lance grimaced as he knew how rough Fernando's hands would get after that. The Spaniard rinsed his hands with water and then walked over to Lance, pulling him close by the waist. He looked up to Lance and gave him a warm smile. "How was your day?"

Lance smirked at him and loosely wrapped his arms around Fernando's shoulders. "Fine. Busy, but fine. I had a lot of fun actually."

"Yeah?" Fernando hummed. Lance could see how tired he was, eyes all droopy and his whole being a bit disheveled. "A lot of official, very important race director business?"

"Yeah, sure." Lance laughed. His job for today had been to keep a record of everything happening on track. Participants, timing, possible penalties, finishing positions... It was a lot but he was pretty good at handling ten different things at once. And he had a couple people help him that worked full-time at the museum, so it wasn't really all that bad.

"Hmm..." Fernando hummed again and got up on his tip toes to give Lance a good and long kiss. Content with the smooch, he slumped back down and rested his forehead on Lance's shoulder. "Take me home, por favor."

"Okay..." Lance said and held him for a bit longer. Fernando smelled like oil, petrol and sweat, not the best combination of flavours but Lance loved it. It reminded him of his own karting days in Canada.

"Come on, then." Lance said and they let go of each other. They gathered their belongings and closed up the garage. It was pretty dark outside with only a few lamps lighting up the track. They walked hand in hand, talking about what they were going to have for a late dinner. Lance loved these kinds of sweet moments with Fernando. Nothing but them and ordinary every day conversation. Like they weren't famous F1 drivers with a million eyes on them at every waking moment, but just a couple of regular boring people with regular boring lives. Oh, what he would give for it to be like this always and forever. But then again, driving an F1 car was pretty nice, too.

"Lancito, churri?" Fernando called for him gently and Lance broke out of his daydream. He had fallen a few steps behind and now had to catch up.

"Yeah, yeah, coming." the Canadian hurried over to the car, throwing his things on the backseat as Fernando held the door open. They then went to their own respective places; Lance on the wheel and Fernando riding shotgun. It didn't take long after pulling out the parking lot that the Spaniard already fell asleep. Lance listened to the radio on low volume, driving along an empty road and cherished the moment once more. Him and his husband going home, the home that they had bought together. Just regular people driving back to their regular home. It was perfect for him.

▹.࿙𝆤𝆤࿚'𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤'࿙𝆤𝆤࿚.࿙𝆤𝆤࿚'𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤'࿙𝆤𝆤࿚.▹

Thanks for reading <3 I've been thinking of writing something with the karting school for a while now and finally got inspired enough to do it. Hope y'all like it 🥰

[nosferatuix]

I tend to think that Yaga's teacher(s?) were huge assholes and that Yaga is a massive step up from what he himself had and that he genuinely did do his best to break cycles. It's just that the starting point is so bad it wasn't enough. The baseball pic makes me teary eyed because he loved those kids so much, and also him staying with Shoko to protect her once shit has hit the fan...I hc she was his favorite. I think he tried to create some fun memories for Ijichi too but after Haibara died and Geto defected the vibes were just truly fucking rancid and never really recovered.

YEEEEES I STAND BY THIS HC TOO sorry i got too excited for a sec here, i feel like every new generation of sorcerers that come by are either too lost in the systemic suffering they endured to notice anything wrong with it OR just trying their best to do a little bit better than the ones that raised them. it's obvious that satoru did a lot better than yaga because none of his students ended up dead (except for yuji? that wasn't permanent but i do believe he was the first and only student of his entire teaching career to die) or insane (shout-out to suguru gaytoe) so the natural assumption is that this was always doable and that yaga was just incompetent but i don't think that's the case AT ALL. satoru is a lot more influencial in the jujutsu society than yaga ever could be, he's basically untouchable and they can't piss him off too much if they know what's good for them but they didn't fear yaga as much as they feared satoru, i mean they sentenced the guy to death penalty and actually followed through with his execution. i have a lot of thoughts about his upbringing and how shitty the jujutsu society was when he was a student to the point where it looks like haibara dying and suguru going batshit insane looks like an improvement from the earlier generation.

i do believe that shoko had a special place in his heart because she was the one who stuck around the longest and actually the one who spent the most time with him since they were both on campus 24/7 after a certain point. suguru is the one who causes him the most pain and satoru is the one he thinks about a lot, but shoko is the one he insinctively checks up on like muscle memory. i have a wip that touches on their relationship a bit but it's been a wip for a long time so here are some hc's in the meantime.

1. shoko was scouted/recruited to become a student by yaga

2. he was the one who took care of her dorm situation and everything else regarding her med-school era to the point where shoko's roommates thought he was her dad, even though she has always called him by his name and a -san honorific in front of them

3. he accompanies her out for drinks occasionally and gets concerned every time because it's only at these occasions that he realizes he can't keep up with her drinking pace because she's not even buzzed by the time he's this close to blacking out

anyways, i think a lot about them. i think the overall atmosphere of the school was so fucking grim after haibara died and suguru left that ijichi basically never knew the glorious days when they actually had fun. but i think shoko tried her best to pick up the pieces since she wasn't sent out on missions so she basically saw nanami and ijichi regularly and tried checking-up on them frequently because she felt guilt over not doing the same thing with suguru. yaga might've seen this reluctant effort and supported her through this, might've been too late for nanami at this point but at least it'd give ijichi a better school experience. must've worked since he took satoru's advice about being an auxiliary manager and stuck around the school despite being stressed out 24/7 lol