#oops i forgot his hat on the second one

[lunisoular]

big fan of big teeth g5

[puckinghischier]

Bouy

nico hischier x fem!reader, jack hughes x platonic!reader, luke hughes x platonic!reader

summary: reader gets dragged to the bar by jack to meet all of his teammates, but finds herself drawn to a certain swiss captain

notes: part 2 to locksmith!! probably some inaccuracies about various player’s personalities, but all in the name of entertainment, right? i didn’t proofread either, oops. don’t know if i’m happy with how this turned out but here it is nonetheless. hope you enjoy!! 🫶🏼

part 1, part 3, part 4

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The bar that Jack picked is surprisingly busy for a week night. It’s not overcrowded, but it’s busy enough to where you’re having to hold on to the back of his shirt so you don’t lose him. He leads the two of you over to a set of tables tucked away at the back of the bar. Jack is greeted with shouts and hugs as you drop your grip on him and simply stand back, letting him have his moment. You recognize a few of the faces, no names coming to mind, but most of the faces you’ve never seen before. You should know the names and faces of who you’re assuming are Jack’s teammates, but the truth is, despite your relationship with the Hughes family, you’ve never been one to follow hockey very closely. You don’t come from an area where hockey is a big deal, and though you understand the logistics of the game and you’ve traveled to watch all three brothers in some of their biggest games pre-NHL, your knowledge of the league’s players pretty much begins and ends with Jack, Luke, and Quinn.

“Long time no see, hallway sleeper,” you’re pulled from your thoughts at the sound of a voice in your ear. You turn to see Nico, no hat this time, soft, brown hair on full display. He was still wearing a white t-shirt, only his sweats have been swapped for jeans this time.

“Long time no see, locksmith.”

Nico laughs, and for the second time today you allow yourself to think about how lovely the sound is. “You know, all in a day’s work.”

“Sounds like someone really should have a conversation with the big heads at the NHL. Their poor players work so hard, only to have to pick up second jobs on their off days in order to pay the bills. Shame on them,” you joke.

“I know! Maybe it’s time I go on strike, put my full attention to helping pretty girls break into their apartments full time,” he responds, a small blush forming on your cheeks.

“Well I don’t know about all that, I need my own personal locksmith on call at all times. You can’t abandon me in my time of need!”

“Wouldn’t ever dream of it,” Nico places his hand over his chest, feigning offense. You glance over his shoulder, eyeing the bar, thinking about the vodka cranberry that’s calling your name. He turns and follows your eyes. “Did you want to go get something to drink-“

“Neeks!! What’s up man! We missed you today!” Jack cuts Nico off as he turns around, sticking a hand out in-between himself and his captain. “The kids were asking where you were, you totally have to come with us next time!”

“Yeah, man. Next time, for sure. Just needed a rest day, y’know?” Nico responds, slapping Jack’s outstretched hand.

The two begin their own conversation about the charity skate while you stand in the background. You know Jack isn’t ignoring you on purpose, but you’re getting a little tired of just standing around, deciding that you need that drink sooner than later to loosen yourself up a bit and prepare yourself for the endless stream of socializing you know is about to come your way.

“Hey, J, I’m gonna get a drink, okay? I’ll be right back,” you interrupt the conversation, knowing Jack would be worried if he looked up and you were nowhere to be found.

“Oh shit, Y/N I’m so sorry, I totally forgot to introduce you to everyone. Neeks, this is Y/N, Y/N, Nico.”

“Yeah, we met earlier. When you decided to lock the door on your way out this morning and Nico seems to be the only person with a spare key to the place,” you deadpan, watching a confused look glaze over Jack’s features.

“I left the door unlocked, I swear! I even double checked as I was leaving, because Lu-“ Jack suddenly pauses. “Luke must have locked it when he went to grab his beanie he forgot. I’m so sorry, Bouy,” Jack apologizes, letting the nickname he gave you when you were kids slip out of his mouth.

“Bouy?” you hear Nico’s confusion, looking between the two of you, clearly confused.

“We’re not even going there right now, just a stupid nickname from one summer as a kid, not even important. What is important is that I get a drink, ASAP,” you say, once again trying to make your way to the bar.

You walk away from the two men, sights set on an empty spot near the end of the bar. Admittedly, getting a drink seemed way easier in theory than in execution, because no matter how hard you tried, you cannot get the attention of the bartender. You’ve tried waving, yelling, and following her as she makes her way down the line of patrons, but to no avail. You give up with a huff, turning around and leaning your back against the bar, trying to brainstorm how to get a drink in your hand sooner rather than later. “What if I just go take someone’s drink, what would they do then?” you speak aloud to no one other than yourself.

“I would advise against that. Who knows what concoctions some of these people are drinking.”

You whip your head around to find no other than Nico himself standing to your left. You begin to think him sneaking up on people is a habit of his, seeing as this is the second time he’s both surprised you and caught you talking to yourself today.

“You’ve got to stop sneaking up on me, Jesus.”

“Sorry. You just seemed so lost in that head of yours. I’d ask you what you’re thinking, but I’ve learned if I stand here long enough you’ll just say it out loud,” Nico jabs, amusement once again present in his brown eyes. It seems that’s a common occurrence whenever you’re in his presence.

“If you think I speak my mind now, just wait until I actually get a few drinks in me. You’ll be begging me to shut up,” you joke, turning slightly to see if the bartender is anywhere near your area.

“How about we test the theory. Need help?” he asks, challenging your words.

“I mean, be my guest, but I’ve been trying for what seems like forever,” you grumble, moving over slightly to make room for him at the bar.

You watch him stick his hand out, the bartender almost immediately looking over and nodding, signaling she’ll be right over. Your jaw drops. You were a little pissed, honestly. How in the hell did he just do that? You turn your head to look at him, eyes narrowed.

“How in the hell did you just do that?” your mouth mirrors your thoughts.

“Oh y’know, I have my ways,” he says, eyes twinkling, smirk on his lips.

“No, I demand to know. There’s no way I’ve been standing up here for the better part of fifteen minutes with not even a glance in my direction, yet all you have to do is stick your hand out two inches from your face and suddenly you’re next in line,” you spit out, your tone showing your frustration at the situation.

Nico opens his mouth to respond, but a voice from the other side of the bar sounds before he can get a word out.

“Hey, Neeks, what can I get for ya? Your usual?” the woman serving drinks asks, using the same nickname Jack calls Nico.

“Nah, just a Michelob for me tonight. Got morning skate tomorrow,” he tells her, seeming familiar with the woman. She turns to you, giving you the opportunity to really look at the girl. She was short, but not shorter than yourself. She had platinum blonde hair that was tied back into a high ponytail, a pen stuck right through the middle of it. She was wearing a bright green cropped tank top with black leggings. Her make-up was the perfect combination of natural, yet bold. She was….really fucking pretty. Like, intimidatingly pretty. The kind of girl that would make even the most confident of women feel slightly insecure, to no fault of her own.

“Is that all or…?” she trailed off, looking at you expectantly.

“Can I just get a vodka cranberry? Double?” you asked, suddenly regretting your decision to not even wear make-up tonight.

You hear her scoff through a “Of course, coming right up,” before looking at Nico once again, then hurrying off to grab Nico’s beer and your cocktail.

“Is there something wrong with a vodka cran up here? Why the attitude?” you spit out, annoyed that she clearly found an issue with your choice of drink.

“You just have to ignore Jess, she’s a bit of an alcohol snob. Thinks everyone should drink top shelf or not even bother drinking at all,” Nico gives you the girl’s name.

You were going to respond to the fact that the two are on a first name basis, but your drinks arrived before you had the chance. You looked up to thank the girl, Jess as you now know, but shut your mouth when you saw the exchange happening before you.

“Just add it to my tab, Jess. Both of them,” Nico tells her, grabbing the bottle of Michelob sitting in front of him.

“Sure thing, Neeks. If you need anything else just give me a shout. You know where to find me,” Jess lets her hand linger, briefly brushing against Nico’s. You look up to her face, seeing the sultry look in her eyes, her chin slightly dropped. She’s looking at Nico like he’s a meal and she hasn’t eaten in days. Glancing over at the man standing next to you, you notice his entire face is flushed red, up to the tips of his ears.

Your brows shoot up in both surprise and understanding. These two have slept together! Her actions a dead giveaway, albeit subtle. Girls recognize girls, you know? It surely explains why he was so quick to get her attention when you couldn’t even get so much as a glance. You’re fighting against every single muscle in your face to not break out into laughter, finding this amusing for some reason.

“Yeah, gotcha. Thanks, Jess,” Nico replies to the girl, stepping back a few inches from the bar.

You turn and follow him in the direction of the tables from earlier, trying your hardest to not get lost in the crowd of bodies you’re having to weave through.

“So, you didn’t tell me that all I had to do to get the bartender’s attention was sleep with her,” you said, stopping Nico in his tracks.

He turns to look at you, eyes wide and face red, seeming a little embarrassed. You worry you’ve already stuck your foot in your mouth much too early into the night.

“How did you- What makes you think-“ he fumbles over his words.

“I’m a girl, silly. I know when another girl is giving a man the ‘you gave me one of the best nights of my life and I want to do you again’ eyes. Nothing to be ashamed of, she’s gorgeous,” you interrupt, amused at his embarrassment.

You actually think its kind of sweet he seems embarrassed. You half expected him to meet your comments with a smirk and puff his chest out a bit, proud that he’d scored such a beautiful woman, but he’s not. You’ve met plenty of Jack’s previous teammates over the years, most of them cocky assholes that care about nothing more than who they can sleep with next. Never missing the chance to boast to all of his buddies about the blonde chick he managed to sneak into his room last night.

Nico’s response was the complete opposite of that. He almost recoiled at your words, looking like he wanted to crawl under the nearest table he could find and hide there until the end of the night. It’s a refreshing contrast to what you’re used to. You start to feel a little bad for even bringing it up.

Nico stands still, staring at you like he’d rather be anywhere else at the moment, beer forgotten in his hand. You can see the wheels turning in his head on how he’s going to get out of this situation. “Hey, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s none of my business. I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m just used to Jack’s other friends that never shut up about who they sleep with. My filter has a few holes in it I need to patch up I guess. I haven’t even had a drink and I’m already sticking my foot in my mouth-“

“I haven’t slept with her.”

Your mouth snaps shut mid-sentence. You stare at the man in front of you, noticing how he keeps fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable. He keeps shifting his weight from foot to foot, switching his beer from left to right to run whichever hand is free through his hair. His eyes keep darting anywhere but your face, clearly uncomfortable with the topic.

“Well if you haven’t then she sure wants to,” you try to backtrack a bit, hoping you can humor your way out of the mess you walked yourself into.

“Yeah, I’m sure she does. Just like she wants to sleep with the rest of the team,” he scoffs out. “Don’t get me wrong, Jess is nice and all, but she hits on all of us. It’s worked on a few of the guys. I’ve seen her drop a few of them off at practice in the mornings, but she never lets it go farther than that. Some of the guys prefer…arrangements like that, but it’s not really my style,” Nico replies, shocking you with his sudden honesty.

“I find it hard to believe that beautiful blondes aren’t your type, but I’ll let it slide for now,” you narrow your eyes, not sure how else to respond to his unexpected candor.

“It seems that my type is talkative strangers, but I’ll let you know if it changes,” Nico tells you with a smirk, his shift in personality giving you whiplash as he walks off without another word.

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“So, where exactly are you from, Y/N?” you get asked for the fourth time in about 5 minutes from the man sitting to your right. You can’t exactly remember his name, only that he’s drank about 4 beers in the time you’ve been sitting here. Considering Jack went down the line and literally rapid fired names at you once you returned to the tables, you forgive yourself for not remembering.

“Dawson, she already told you three times, dude. She’s from Tennessee!” the man to your left shouts across you a little too loudly. You flinch a bit at just how loud these guys can be, having been shuffled around from conversation to conversation for the past hour, each man reaching a volume you didn’t know was humanly possible.

Jack will come by whatever table you’re currently at about every 30 minutes and tug you in whatever direction he sees fit, going on and on about how you just HAVE to meet so and so because they’ll love you. You love that he’s trying to include you and integrate you into the group dynamic the team has going on, but you really wish he would just let you mingle on your own.

His teammates have been nothing but welcoming and kind, but most of them are more than a few drinks deep and have been talking about whatever upcoming game they have and what strategies they need to improve on, leaving you left out and unable to add anything to the conversation.

“Virginia, actually. But close! I lived right on the border of Tennessee and Virginia, so it’s almost like I’m from both,” you shout back, explaining your origin…again.

“Wait, Virginia and Tennessee border each other?” Mr. four beers questions, Dawson you’ve just learned.

“Mercer you idiot, of course they border each other. Have you ever even looked at a fucking map?” the man to your left responds, reaching behind you and slapping Dawson on the back of the head.

“Ow! I’m from Canada, Johnny! How am I supposed to know? Do you know what Canadian states border one another?” Dawson fires back at the man to your left, Johnny.

“Provinces.”

“What?”

“Canada has provinces, not states, Dawson,” Johnny says, a blank look on his face as he stares at Dawson.

“Fuck you. And your Harvard degree,” Dawson crosses his arms and puffs up like a kid. It’s amusing really, watching the two bicker like siblings.

As the two continue to go back and forth, you can’t help but let your eyes wander around the bar, searching for a pair of brown ones. You haven’t spoken to Nico since he walked away from you earlier, after he all but told you that you were his type. His words took you by surprise, having only known the man for a few hours. You can’t lie and say you didn’t find him attractive from the moment you saw him standing in his doorway this morning, but you can’t let yourself go there, can you? You’ve been in the city less than twenty-four hours. You haven’t even fully unpacked all of your clothes yet, and here you are, unable to get your best friend’s captain off of your mind.

Just as you try to shake the thoughts running through your head, a pair of eyes find yours, causing you to sit up a little straighter. He’s standing at a table with Jack and a man that you remember to be named Timo. He’s Swiss, too, you learned when Jack introduced the two of you. He told you that he and Nico played together before they both found themselves with the Devils, the pair having hockey history.

Nico glances away, only briefly, before finding your eyes again, noticing the two men arguing on either side of you. He raises his eyebrow, as if asking you if you need help, but you just shrug and give a little half smile, rolling your eyes as if to say ‘boys, right?’. He lets out a chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly. You see him exchange a few words with Jack and Timo before stepping away from the table, walking in the direction of the table you’re sitting at.

Just as Nico is only a few steps away, you feel your phone buzzing from where its laying on your thigh. You look at the screen, your mother’s name flashing across the screen. Realizing you hadn’t called her since your plane landed earlier in the day, you decide you should probably take the call.

“Sorry, guys, I gotta take this call,” you slide out from in-between the two hockey players, still arguing away. They don’t even notice your departure, too lost in discussing geography.

You look over to see Nico stop in his tracks, a confused look on his face. You hold up your phone and point to the screen, mouthing the word ‘mom’ before walking over to a secluded corner of the bar for some quiet.

“Hey, mom. Sorry I forgot to call earlier. It’s been a long day,” you sigh, leaning against the cool brick wall.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s okay. I just wanted to see how you were settling in. See how the boys were,” she pauses. “Where are you? What’s all that noise in the background?” she questions, slight concern in her voice.

“You know Jack, he wanted to come out and ‘celebrate’ the fact that I live in Jersey now. Tried to get out of it, but Jack never misses a chance to go out. Still have a ton of unpacking to do. I hope to have it all done before too long, though.”

“I should’ve known Jack would be ready to party as soon as you got there. You were always his favorite tag along,” she chuckles, referencing all the time Jack would drag you to various outings and events during the summer.

“Yeah, well this tag along is ready to make her way to her bed for the night, but I have to drive Jack home, so I’ll probably still be here awhile.”

“Honey just tell him you’re ready to go home. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Nah, I can wait it out a little bit longer. He’s too busy introducing me to everyone. He was so excited for me to meet his teammates,” you quickly glance towards where Jack stands. “You’d think I was some local celebrity or something the way he’s been shuffling me from table to table for meet and greets,” you laugh into the phone.

“He’s just happy to have you around again, sweetheart. I know how much you missed him, I’m sure he missed you just as much. He’s just trying to make sure you’re included.”

“I know, I know. It’s sweet, really, I just wish he would’ve let me have a few days before throwing me into a group of drunk hockey players, as usual,” you tell your mom, trying not to sound ungrateful. You do appreciate how eager Jack is to have all his friends meet you, but you’re growing sleepier by the minute.

“Welcome to life with Rowdy…again,” your mom laughs, using Jack’s childhood nickname.

“At least it’s sure to be an interesting one,” you reply, causing her laugh to grow. “Alright, momma, I better go before Jack comes looking for me. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? I love you,” you say, looking over towards Jack’s table, watching him look around, likely noticing your absence.

“Alright, honey. I love you!” she says, hanging up the phone.

You lean your head back against the wall, closing your eyes for a second and taking a deep breath before returning to the chaos of bodies across the room.

“Did Dawson and Johnny really make that bad of a first impression that you’re hiding in a dark corner?”

Yet again, you jump at the voice that seems to be following you around today. You raise your head up and open your eyes, Nico standing a few feet away from you. You simply close your eyes once again and lay your head back against the wall once more, needing another minute to collect yourself.

“You know, I think I’m going to buy you some of those shoes with squeakers in them, that way I can always know when you’re coming,” you tell him, enjoying the feeling of the cool concrete against your head.

All you hear in response is a laugh, which has you raising your head to look at Nico again. You admire the way he scrunches his nose when he laughs, already thinking about how you can coax the sound out of him again.

“Where’s the fun in that now…Bouy, was it?” he recalls your nickname from earlier, earning a glare from you.

“Don’t you even start,” you warn.

“You’re really not going to tell me why Jack called you that? I’ve been trying to get the story out of him for the past two hours. He won’t budge, saying only you can tell it.”

“Trust me, it’s not even worth your time. I don’t even understand why the nickname stuck. They’re all stupid, the lot of them,” you shut down the request.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pry it out of you one day. I’ll solve the Bouy mystery eventually,” Nico persists, not letting the subject drop that easily.

You remove yourself from the wall, sliding your phone into your back pocket. You run your hand through your hair with a huff, preparing yourself to join the others once again.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. My mom called, so I figured I’d better take it. A little tired, but I’m all good. Just hope Jack tires out sooner rather than later,” you shrug your shoulders.

“I can give him a ride home if you want to leave? I don’t mind, really. Not like it’s exactly out of the way,” Nico offers.

“No, I should stay. He was really excited for me to meet everyone tonight so I feel like I should at least stay a little bit longer. I don’t want to bail on him this soon.”

“Trust me, if it was up to Jack he wouldn’t leave until they kicked him out,” Nico states, nothing but seriousness in his tone.

“Well, we don’t call him Rowdy for nothing,” you joke. “Speaking of, we’ve been spotted,” you notice Jack making his way over to where the two of you stand.

“Hey, everything alright? I couldn’t find you and Timo said he saw you come over here awhile ago, then said he saw Nico come over here too. You okay?” Jack says as he approaches, glancing towards Nico before looking at you, concern in his tone and on his face.

“No, yeah, I’m fine. Mom called and I came over here so I could hear her better, then Nico came to check on me. We were about to come join everyone again, I was just enjoying the quiet for another minute,” you tell Jack, watching the worry fall from his face.

“Oh tell momma Y/L/N that her favorite surrogate son misses her,” Jack brightens at the mention of your mom, both of you viewing the other’s parents as a second set, just as close to them as you were your own.

“I will when she calls tomorrow,” you chuckle, knowing your mom will get a kick out of this conversation.

“I actually came over here to see if you were ready to go? We have morning skate tomorrow and Luke just texted me asking when we were coming home, which usually means he’s lonely and feeling left out, so we should probably get going,” Jack says, surprising you by granting your earlier wishes.

“Oh my god yes, please. I’m so tired,” you sigh, letting your shoulders slump, relieved that you’re only a few minutes away from climbing in your bed.

“I thought so, you looked like you were having a grand time with Dawson and Johnny,” Jack laughs, recalling your earlier position between the two geography enthusiasts.

“They were literally yelling at each other about the geography of the U.S. and Canada,” you told the two men standing with you, both of them breaking out into laughter.

“That’s nothing. Once they argued for a full two hours on if pterodactyl was spelled with a p or not,” Nico adds in, having been silent until now, causing you to be the one filled with laughter.

Jack looks over, seeming to just now remember Nico was also standing with the two of you.

“You need a ride home, cap?” Jack offers, looking over at you with suspicious eyes before looking back at Nico.

“Nah, I’ve only had two beers. I’m good to drive. Plus, I should probably make sure Dawson gets home and in bed. He’s going to regret all those tequila shots when we have to be on the ice at eight tomorrow morning.”

“Exactly why I’m tapping out now. Be careful, Neeks. See you at practice,” Jack tells his captain before turning to you. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

“Like it’s a hot summer day.”

Jack smiles, the phrase becoming a trademark of yours over the years. You don’t even remember what started it, just that it’s become the signature end to many nights of fun for the two of you. He turns to walk away and you go to follow him before you realized you didn’t say goodbye to Nico. Not wanting to feel rude, you turn around to say your goodbyes to the captain.

“Goodnight, Nico. Have a good practice tomorrow.”

“Thanks. Goodnight, Bouy,” he responds, a shit-eating grin breaking out on his face.

Fuck you, Jack Hughes.

[tacky-optic]

The agony of being able to go through an entire tumblr tag from start to finish.... ANYWAY. we're back with more food for the hat trick niche ft. rare JigZeni pachislot (zeni acknowledges jigen for 0.1 seconds and jigen forgot he was there even tho he's driving)

One thing I like about rarepairs is the flexibility. They're a headcanon/hypothetical breeding ground of potential without having to sacrifice too much of the character's integrity, because they rarely ever talk/barely have a relationship to launchpad off of! yaay :'D

So let's talk about how! Five how's, actually. Might've gotten a bit carried away with this one.

As with anything involving these two, somehow, some way, it always circles right back around to Lupin. It kind of has to, given their shared obsession and/or dedication with the guy. But that can split up into all sorts of scenarios, with some equally varied results (and some exceptions!)

~ Getting together in spite of Lupin

In which Lupin's basically that "I messed up so bad that I turned my girl date gay/my guy date straight" joke but everyone's still queer and it's just his partner hooking up with his rival because of how much he's been frustrating them both lately (and oops the proxy hate sex turns out to be really good) INHALES. Does that even make any sense.

I'm sorry but Lupin fumbling the ball is just so funny to me. It is a bit deeper than that, obviously, and this'd have some weird love triangle logistics because Jigen and Zenigata are still hopelessly in love with Lupin, in their own ways. But dipping into that is always complicated and messy-- JUST HOW WE LIKE IT.

This one definitely has the most jealousy on all fronts. For me, there's always this little asterisk on the JigLup/LuZeni pairings because someone's getting left out. Tell me Zenigata's chest wouldn't ache every time he watches Lupin and Jigen escape, an arm slung over the other's shoulder, cheek to cheek, laughs fading off into the cold, lonely night. Tell me Jigen wouldn't hate waiting in the Fiat for Lupin to lose his dogged hunter, mind wandering as to why he's taking so damn long. He grits his jaw when Lupin finally saunters up, victoriously spinning yet another pair of handcuffs on his pointer finger.

There's a silent rivalry for Lupin's attention that they might not even realize is going on until they blow up at each other about it.

It's difficult to tell if Lupin is being genuine or just messing around, especially for Zenigata. He asks Jigen how he deals with him, how he deals with.... everything. Just everything. The "will they won't they"s and the "does he really mean it"s. How does he stay so collected all the damn time. Jigen says he doesn't have a single friggin' clue. Maybe they make out sloppy style about it. Maybe they keep meeting up to vent, drink, exist in each other's company. During chases, Zenigata keeps dipping after Jigen instead of Lupin more and more often. Lupin's standing on a rooftop Pulp Fiction John Travolta style wondering where the fuck everyone went.

Ohhh jealous Lupin, where have you gone. Where did the tms writers hide your unchecked narcissistic ego. The other points after this support Supportive Lupin in some capacity but this one does not. The slow-burn's done slow-burning but it ain't over yet, baby. There's trouble in paradise and its name is Lupin the Third. He is Not Enjoying This. The two guys that are always looking at him aren't looking at him anymore and that just won't do. Drama ensues.

~ Getting together because of Lupin

Matchmaker Lupin! This is if Lupin's relationships with Jigen and/or Zenigata are more platonic-leaning (which is totally valid). The paired fics in Disreputable Company nail this dynamic perfectly imo. But as far as my own separate take goes....

They're both just so. So emotionally constipated. Intentionally or not, Jigen's been screwed over in the romantic interest department to many times that he's intentionally reduced his acquaintance list to how many fingers he's got on his right hand. Zenigata practically unloaded an entire clip into his foot as far as maintaining healthy family/friend relationships go. Spoilers for Zenigata Keibu, but he 100% knew what he was saying when he told Haruka he'd go back to her once he caught Lupin (I can never be yours), and that Zenigata's supposed to be the freest one! Bound not necessarily to Lupin specifically, but to The Chase forever.

Anyway. Jigen and Zenigata are Isolated. The fact that someone would consider them attractive is so foreign that they'd think its some kind of sick joke or ruse to screw them over instead of anything that could ever be even remotely genuine. They need someone to shove them out of their little self-made paranoia bubbles, and Lupin just loves to meddle in people's businesses. I dunno. I just think he'd think it's funny.

*dramatic finger point* "haha zenigata, you are banging my partner!!" "you... you tricked us into our first date? made the reservations?? th- the tailored suits???" "lu you friggin roller-skated out in a waiter outfit and immediately bought us the most expensive top-shelf booze they offered. not even remotely conspicuous about it" "lol yeah. good times"

He's just happy two of his favorite humans are finally getting laid for once, y'know?

~ Getting together for Lupin

Jigen and Zenigata are forced to team up. Okay, this scenario only goes down if 1) Lupin goes missing or is KO'd for a prolonged period of time or 2) the Truce demands they separate for a while. On top of seeing this play out in other fics, my good friend duke and I have been messing around with (a variant of) this idea for a while now (aka they've been letting me run around in their au Rampant and Unchecked. ty duke).

In ""canon"", if these two were to become at the very least amicable towards each other, this'd be the way to do it. In all honesty (and my personal bias for them aside), I'm genuinely shocked they haven't done this before. Not even an episode, tms? That 4-ish minute block in POTP is all you're giving me? One bar chat in the kobayashi sendoff ep. Okay. I'm not miffed i swear

Like I mentioned in this previous post, the idea of the two of them being able to function together without Lupin as a crutch is upsetting at first. They're used to following him to the Ends of the Earth and they're used to him living rent-free in their heads. They've convinced themselves that they're hopeless on their own, that if he disappeared for good they'd just go back to being two husks vaguely shaped like humans meandering around with no meaningful north star to head towards. Don't get me wrong, if the situation was Bad, Goemon and Fujiko would be devastated, too. But they could move on, albeit with a heavy heart. They're kind of known for heading out on their own should the situation call for it. But Jigen and Zenigata are in for the long-haul for better or for worse, whether they like it or not (they do not).

They're on edge the whole time. Hostile towards each other and passive-aggressive at best to any unfortunate folk they have to interact with on this stupid side quest they've been unwillingly shunted onto together.

It helps immensely that they're both "cut that out" people to anyone but themselves, because they can be that for each other. There's a lot of bickering/conflicts of interest and methodology. "You're being too harsh", "You're one to talk", "You're so goddamn stubborn", "You're such a hypocrite", etc etc. But holy shit they're so freakishly effective together, to a frankly terrifying degree-- maybe even moreso than with Lupin because they're honing the fuck in and nothing else-- no banter or bullshit-- and that's what gets them through to the end. Maybe it helps them come to terms with whatever sort of issues they've got going on, maybe it doesn't. Bare minimum, they come out of this with newfound understanding of each other. At max, uh.... see the point after this next one.

~ Lupin-adjacent

A shift in fixation. The slightest glance, the slightest exchange of eye contact for a second too long, the briefest moment of consideration, and the thoughts start spiraling. This is "in spite of Lupin" without the spite. The urge to know absolutely everything about someone, down to the marrow, just gets shifted a little bit to the right onto another guy. It's just them, in-between heists, with barely any mention of the Chase and anyone else involved therein. Their own little adventure away from the status quo. It's weird at first, sure, but it's new and exciting and real dang nice having things not revolve exclusively around him for once. It's a shot for Jigen to mess with Zenigata for once and the closest thing to a willing vacation Zenigata can get. Win-win! Well. Sorta.

The loneliness, though-- that's what makes itself most prevalent during the in-between times. They really don't have much left outside of the Usual. Forgetting the bare essentials, days blending together, moving around the masses like a ghost.... it's familiar, and it's common, not being sure whether they actually like someone or they're just desperately lonely. Zenigata wallows in it, Jigen shoves it down. They've got images to keep. but getting noticed for what they are is simultaneously the worst thing to ever happen and the highlight of their day. Real wholesome bonding material, ain't it

"I tracked you down for only you". "I dragged you into this issue because I want you here". "You get it".

~ Secret fifth thing

*points at playbohz mag* "lol wouldn't it be funny if zenigata was jigen's type??" *points at y series, miyazaki's zeni, island of assassins, that one manga where they put him in a tshirt, etc* "oh my god zenigata is jigen's type."

It's just a one-night stand lmao. I feel like I see this one a fair bit too, mostly because it's super duper simple and doesn't require a crap-ton of emotional angst setup just to get them into the same bed. It's the above point diluted into, like, an afternoon lmao. It doesn't have a lot of depth by design. Curiosity gets the better of both of them, plain and simple. They get buzzed enough at a bar, skip off to some motel to do what they gotta do one time and never speak of it again.

A part of me likes that, but another part of me in the deep deep recesses of my psyche is hollering "TACKY YOU GOTTA TURN THIS INTO THE SPITE BULLETPOINT!!!"

NO. For this one they get one nice hookup and THAT'S THAT. Sorry not sorry.

Maybe it's easier because there's actually something to decipher. There isn't some esoteric idea of "Lupin the Third, Gentleman Thief"; a mystery man(?) with a million little gadgets and masks and smiles; this unwavering, unpredictable force of chaos that likes taking shiny things from one place and hiding them somewhere else over and over again with no real rhyme or reason.

It's easier to find solace in turning to the guy next to you and going, "what do you think that is?" than in going up to "that" and poking it with a stick in hopes it'll give some sort of answer. "That" won't. "That" likes watching you guys flounder around together too much :)

[reanimationstation]

BEHOLD. JACK DESIGNS APLENTY TO MATCH WITH THESE SAMMY DESIGNS. I had so much fun designing and drawing these guys, as I wanted to make Jacks that specifically complimented their Sammys. LONG WINDED DESIGN NOTES UNDER THE CUT

Pair 1:

i knew that i wanted to make at least one absurdly tall Jack and he was a perfect candidate

matching music tie and bowtie!!!

i love height difference sam and jacks and jack deserves to be the taller one sometimes

this Jack is probably Dominican. gotta get that latino rep in here lets gooo 💪😎 (lighthearted)

their shirts are the same shade of white which you'll see again in the third pair

iirc i wanted to give tribute to TIOL so I made this Jack orange, though I kept it leaning yellow to better compliment Sammy's blond tips

i think this Jack is the prettiest

Pair 2:

i originally wasn't planning on giving Jack dyed hair but I thought it would be cute for both of them to have it dyed since this Sammy has bleached hair like his VA. I tried to keep it subtle since he already had so much color on him that I didn't want it to look overcrowded

I love red/pink Jacks but instead of a sweater vest I gave him a normal vest since I feel like I don't see that a lot on Jacks?

i tried to lean into more mischievous vibes with him because I think more Jacks deserve to be pranksters, as a treat

he also looks chill to counterbalance a pretty high strung looking Sammy

this Jack is very very loosely inspired by someone I know irl. not really appearance wise, just through vibes

i don't think these two are dating but they are inseparable as per usual

Pair 3:

the glasses on Jack were a last minute addition because i KEEP ON FORGETTING TO GIVE CHARACTERS GLASSES

the green sweater and hat match his Sammy's green eyes (not pictured here). i like to think he does this on purpose

they both have gray hair because i think its so pretty

i think this Jack is probably the cutest

this pair is comprised primarily of soft shapes

Jack's hair is actually inspired by someone i used to know!

Misc. Notes:

i need to give more characters glasses

i forgot facial hair existed oops

i didn't set out on designing them with the intention of making the first pair both Black and the second pair both Asian, but I do think it adds something to how they operate as a pair. you gotta stick together, y'know?

in the initial sketching process i wasn't planning on drawing Sammy along with the Jacks but i realized very quickly i couldnt design them without their Sam there. they are a set! do not separate!!

this does mean that there's a scrapped Jack design sitting in that file...alone....Sammyless.... very sad. I gotta get that man a Sammy

[egoistars]

ACE FORGOT YOUR BIRTHDAY LMFAO twst

ace trappola, self proclaimed genius, child prodigy, magician, seer, schizophrenic? realized he forgot your birthday and vows to make it up to you

warnings: swearing, kms jokes, unserious angst, ace

ace trappola was going to kill himself.

he woke up in a cold sweat, wide awake and panting as panic was running through his veins on high speed, stabbing his flesh at every breath. deuce slept soundly in the bed opposite of his, snoring without a care in the world. the vision of you crying in bed, wailing about celebrating your birthday all alone replayed in his mind over and over again, each time like a bullet to his heart.

"how can you be this relaxed?" ace angrily thought as he marched up to his roommate's bed like a toddler telling his parents that he "frew up". but this was no vomit incident or potty accident. no, ace trappola was a big boy now who had to take responsibility and make sure his friends did as well.

"deuce spade," ace boomed into the blue-haired boy with pronoun's ear. he did not move. deuce drooled a little in response actually which pissed the redhead off even more. he took the shoulders of his roommate and began shaking him so fast and hard a stripper's ass was shivering in fear.

"what the-"

"deucey we have a problem," ace wasted no time explaining the issue. "prefect's birthday was yesterday and we forgot about it."

"WHAT?! why didn't they tell us?" deuce cried, his mouth comically wide open.

"i don't know, okay?! but we gotta make it up to them!"

now normally, ace wouldn't give a shit. oops, he would think, and move on with his day. but no, you were special. against all scientific odds, ace trappola developed an embarrassingly fat crush on you and when accidentally spilling it to epel one time, the country boy told him it was "cringe" and he knew epel was right.

but it's okay! ace was pretty confident in himself. i mean, the boy could pull anyone he wanted! he was delusional enough to believe that he was a master of rizz. that man popped out of the womb reciting all laws of quantum rizzics. that heart on his face? it proved it. however, now that ace forgot about your birthday, his chances of dating you were pretty much imaginary by now. all you were going to do was get a rizztraining order against him.

"what should we do?" deuce worriedly asked ace, "should we get trey to bake them a cake and call everyone up?"

ace huffed a deep breath of determination, ready to make things right.

"deuce, get ortho and help trey with the cake and meet me outside of ramshackle as soon as possible. i'll get sebek, epel, and jack so we can get gifts for prefect."

"i got this, bro."

"i knew i could count on you, bro."

the pair dabbed each other up like the disgusting, smelly teenage boys they were and ran out of their dorm.

。。。

the sun was starting to rise and the gang of first years gathered outside of ramshakle dormitory, swallowing their shame and exhaustion. as ace double, triple, quadruple checked everything, epel kept on yawning every 30 seconds, jack was uncomfortably adjusting the party hat between his beast ears, and sebek was vocally quiet for once as he was enamored by human party favors.

"alright gang, once they open the door, sebek blow the party favor because no one wants to hear you sing-"

sebek angrily tooted, hitting ace in the face with paper.

"-deuce show them the cake, and the rest of us will sing happy birthday and take turns giving them presents, got it?"

a chorus of "yes" said in various voices and volumes responded to ace's question. the boy knocked three times on the old, wooden door with a gloved hand and proceeded to nervously wait.

a low creaking brought forth your face into view.

"...why the fuck are you guys here so early?"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PREFECT!" your friends screamed into your ear ( sebek could only toot ).

before anyone could start singing, the confusion in your face shut them all up.

"uh, my birthday is in three months. are you guys okay?"

deuce dropped the cake. epel started screaming profanities, ortho started crying, sebek sadly tooted, jack was tired, ace trappola was going to fucking kill himself if his friends didn't kill him first.

[riddle-me-ri]

Jervis, S/O and their Friend which leads to having this conversation.

Friend: "There isn't a simple answer. It's like if you asked Jervis what he would like to change in you."

S/O: "Blonde hair and blue eyes, it isn't even a question. You just have to grow a gut."

For Gotham, BTAS, Arkham

Ps. Good luck with therapy 💙

A/N: Aww, thanks Pati. I hope I get to start soon rip. And oop- I know this feeling way too much I couldn’t not jump on the idea. Second time writing for Jervi I hope you guys enjoy! He is a funny little guy~

Mad Hatters x Reader - But I'm Not Alice...

Arkhamverse Mad Hatter: 

When Jervis hears this, he is genuinely confused. Blonde hair? Blue eyes? Those aren’t your features (if they are, then…you’re good rip, sorry asdfgh). His perfect image of Alice never pertained to whatever the media saw fit. 

No, no, no. His Alice, you…you’re his Alice. You’re special…he adored your pretty eyes, your soft hair…why do you think this? 

“M-My dear, what is this speculation you’ve pondered? I wouldn’t change a thing about you, I didn’t think you wondered.” 

“But…Jervis, I-I know I don’t look like any Alice…”

“Ahh, that is because you are not any Alice. You are my Alice, purely unique and undoubtedly matchless.” Jervis beamed, planting his hands on top of your shoulders and offering a reassuring squeeze. 

You looked up at him and couldn’t help but mirror the giddy smile on his face. His eyes still twinkling like a little bat with pure adoration for you. Only you. 

BTAS Mad Hatter:

He was nodding along with your colleague when he was gob smacked by your statement. 

Where did this come from? 

Yes, he’s told you about his co-worker Alice, but…that was long behind him now. He adores you, cherishes you, you’re the main character to his story now…albeit he knows the feeling all too well of feeling inadequate and comparing one’s self to others. 

“Actually, dearest, I wouldn’t care for any of those traits. I truly wouldn’t change a thing about you.” 

You shook your head. “It’s okay, Jervis. Y-You don’t have to reassure something I’ve already come to terms with.” 

“Well, I wish you would’ve run these terms by me. They’re certainly not true…I adore the way your e/c shines when I recite poetry to you or when you laugh. Your hair is softer than any silk or cotton.”

Jervis takes your hand in his, holding it with both hands towards his heart. 

“The real question is, who would ever be so mad as to want to change anything about someone as perfect as you.” He brings your hand to his lips as he kissed the back of it. 

You couldn’t stop the smile that softly grew on your face. “Y-You really mean that, Jervis?” 

“As sure as the hare goes mad in March. I wouldn’t change a thing, I love you exactly as you are.”

Gotham Mad Hatter:

Wait, what? 

“Y/N, darling, I wouldn’t change a thing about you…Surely, you know it to be true.” 

“Jervis, I-I’m aware how much I don’t exactly…fit into your world..” You mumbled, rubbing your arm anxiously. 

Jervis titled his head like a confused top hat wearing puppy. 

“My world…it’s malleable, always changing, my love. Your brightness and affection, makes it all the more valuable.” 

“You need not these…traits of blonde hair…or blue eyes. You’re the main reason my Wonderland thrives.”

“Even if I don’t look like…the typical…well…I’m not like Alice f-from the book!” 

Jervis slightly twitched at the mention of his sister, but he was aware you weren’t referring to her. As much as he grieved her passing, she was a beloved memory now. Not to have any influence or impact on his present. 

Especially, not this wonderous connection he’s somehow found with you, like catching a white rabbit. 

“Darling, if you recall, Alice, in the story, is anything but typical…so it’s very fitting you’re not like her at all!” 

He chuckled softly and you couldn’t help but blush lightly as you giggled along with him. 

“There they are! My gorgeous delightful, Y/N!” 

P.S. So umm I totally forgot about the friend uhh…they’re just silently rooting Jervis on to assure you. It’s okay they’re totally not being third wheeled, they enjoy being in the front row to witness such romance asdfgjkl

[ageless-aislynn]

Frank West, sharp dressed man with a guitar.

Considering Frank's expression, Jonathan is SO LUCKY he didn't get an acoustic to the back of his head, lol!

But what I was actually doing here was going for the Saint achievement: get at least 50 survivors out of the mall.

And I got it! Eee, I didn't think I could because, my WORD, somebody said that the survivors in Dead Rising are like trying to herd cats and I think that actually herding cats would be easier!

But I made it with 51, whew!

Dr. Barnaby dies if you progress the story, so he was unavoidable. Ronald was being a jerk so I abandoned him, lol. And I had to back up to a save point to try to get almost the entire bottom row in time annnnnd I forgot to go back and save Gil the second time. Oops. Sorry, dude. But thankfully you have a little bit of a cushion to still get to 50, whew!

The trick is to use the waypoints to tell them to go to a place with no/few zombies while Frank clears out the most of them, then to move them forward a bit more, continue clearing the way, rinse-repeat until you hopefully get them back to the Security Room in one piece. 🤞😣🤞 If you just point them towards the goal or just call them to you, they'll inevitably run right into an obstacle or a pack of zombies and die while you're trying to help everybody AND keep yourself alive.

Ask me how I know that. 😑😉

Sophie is demonstrating a form of this in the Security Room by being stuck behind the door but just walking, walking, walking to nowhere, lol! I love how Frank's looking at her like, How did I even get you back here alive, Sophie??? 🤔😂

Anyway! In the run right before this one...

...Isabela was clearly questioning Frank's fashion sense! 😮

Frank: "NOOOOOOOO, HOW COULD YOU, ISABELA?????"

But! If you happen to know your Dead Rising, you'd know Frank is on top of a tank and that means we won Infinity Mode! (And surprisingly, Unbreakable at the same time, woo!)

Now, I have no plans to try for the 5 and 7 Day Survivor achievements because, frankly, *ba dum tss* 😂 they sound awful. Everybody, even the survivors, are trying to kill Frank, your health continually depletes, there isn't nearly as much food available on the map AND it doesn't respawn but, hardest of all, you can't save, so you have to play the entire game in one go. For 7 Day Survivor, that's 14 hours in real time! 😵‍💫

Back to Frank's awesome fashion sense, though...

My dad came by while I was doing an earlier playthrough and I didn't realize he was behind me, watching. He finally said, "Don't you think he'd have an easier time killing zombies if you gave him some pants?"

To which I said, "Hey, Frank's a gentleman, he has pants."

Or at least, boxers, lol!

Brad seems to be confirming the presence of boxers. HIS EYES ARE UP HERE, BRAD.

Clearly, Brad and Sara Ryder from Mass Effect: Andromeda have the same priorities, lol! 🤣🤣🤣

We also tried out this look. Hot, sporty brawler with hat and golf club. Not bad! *nodnods*

But I just think he works it well in dresses, what can I say?

And I'd never say no to the wrestler look either. I still say this is weirdly picturesque, lol!

Man, in fountain, with zombies ~Aislynn, 2024

Don't give me that look, Otis. Just be glad buck naked wasn't an option, lol! 😇🤣

Oh man, I love this game. It's so much fun to play! 😎😎😎

[catchyhuh]

OK, so what do you think of the pair (not necessary a couple) that's probably the least thought over in the fandom: Goemon and Zenigata?

lucky for you the contagious bastard that poisoned me with the knowledge of these people LOVED these two back in the day and baby i’m pulling out the archives for you!!

UM EDIT: SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD A WARNING- BRIEF MENTION OF GOEMON TRYING TO KILL HIMSELF THAT ONE TIME IN THAT ONE P2 EP. IT'S BARELY 10 WORDS ALL PUT TOGETHER BUT JUST IN CASE

the insane thing that i’m just now realizing is that. aside from the pilot film and idk how much we’re counting that,  i think napoleon’s dictionary and the part 2 ep are the only times i can think of off the top of my head where they talk 1 on 1 for more than two lines. and the first one is zenigata bothering him during a movie and the second is him trying to stop him from killing himself. THIS SERIES IS WILD WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT,

zenigata took a while to adjust to how damn quiet goemon is, probably because everyone he hangs out with will start yelling at the drop of a hat, but goemon acclimated to zenigata’s… zenigataness very easily, probably because. everyone he hangs out with will start yelling at the drop of a hat. over time they meet in the middle. and by that i mean zenigata starts using his inside voice when addressing him

i kinda feel like because of the whole suicide in jail scare zenigata is a bit of an unintentional worrisome wilson. well really when it comes to goemon. like of course he’s fine he’s a grown man dude. no his arm is ok. no he doesn’t need you to save the last blueberry muffin for him. its equal parts annoying and secretly charming to goemon like aw :) he does not want me dead. what a solid guy.

i imagine there’s comfort in Not Getting It and being around a guy who also does Not Get It. fujiko goes “ok you both drank way too much. calling an uber” and they both go Huh?? and she goes “you are not driving in that state” “no that’s not the problem what the hell is that” “yes i do not understand. an uber what” and she goes “oh my god.” there’s a sense of relief standing next to the other guy in the room that’s baffled and disgusted by the idea of a fridge having a wifi connection <3

i dunno maybe it’s just because mentioning the pilot has THAT specific interaction spinning around in my mind but they get along very well. not that i can’t EVER imagine them arguing, but it probably doesn’t go very far. i mean the farthest it went was probably goemon just staring at him, and doing the silent “shut up” cue he does where he’ll pop zantetsuken’s sheath slightly, and after a weighted pause zenigata goes “oh i know you’re not threatening to use that toothpick on me” and then they both were like Oh Shit. why’d i do/say that! oops! and then it deescalates. goemon must be the only person who can actually chill zeni tf out without just leaving the room. now that i think about it goemon really is the most mature out of everyone for someone who’s implied to be the youngest of the 5 isn’t he? not that that's saying a lot with these guys

[librathefangirl]

i need to know about all of these fics NOW (no pressure take your time ofc ofc)

Wrath of a Captain

Moment of Rest (a Decade Too Late)

Hitmen!Demon bros AU

Galand exposes Meliodas' demon secret

How to Demon (Yes, Captain, This is Really Necessary)

Meliodas and the Kids AU #1

also never realized how silly i name my documents till now 😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️

Ahh hearing you excited about all these is making me excited to write them again (hoping to get back to writing more soon - october was a mess and a half :( but I have 2 whumptober fics that I almost finished that should maybe might be posted soon?)

Okay so...

Wrath of a Captain

Fun fact about this one is that it was one of (possibly the) first nnt fic ideas I wrote down when I first got into the fandom. Tho in what - 1-1,5 years? - I've still barely started writing it (oops). But not for lack of interest! I'm still excited about this one, I just haven't been able to specify the scenario enough to start writing (I keep getting distracted by other fic ideas lol).

To summarize the idea in three words: Protective Captain Meliodas.

And here's a rough summary I wrote for myself:

The Seven Deadly sins were a well-known force only fools would take lightly. Though faced with a captain that was small and short, and seemed the complete opposite of wrath itself, it was easy to underestimate him. But just because the captain didn't get angry, didn't mean he never got close. Especially if one were foolish enough to dare attack his team.

A Moment of Rest (a Decade Too Late)

This is a fic I started this summer and then kinda forgot about (oh the art of finishing a fic before moving on to the next one). It takes place after the Capital of the Dead arc and deals with the aftermath of Sins being split-up for 10 years from King's perspective. Now, I can't remember, if it originally was supposed to be "Meliodas was alone for 10 years" angst or "Meliodas was alone for 10 years and demons don't do well in isolation" angst, but it's probably gonna end up being the second one now. Which means the rest of the Sins, while not knowing Meliodas' full story, knows he is a demon and how these past 10 years would have affected him because of it.

Here's a little sneak peek:

The princess had already retired into the Boar Hat, while Ban had simply settled for grabbing Meliodas and sprawling out on the ground. He wasn’t sleeping. His ease was a facade at best. King knew that he too was plagued by these past ten years, and the guilt they brought. It had never been supposed to go this far… Meliodas seemed dazed. A state hopefully only brought forth by the lull of sleep slowly claiming him. He wasn’t quite asleep yet though. To an outsider he might have seemed to be, but King knew him better. His guard was still firmly up, although slowly but surely being picked apart by Ban’s hand repeatedly running through his hair. Meliodas was curled up tighter than he normally would, yet at the same time more relaxed than King had seen him since before they were framed. His head was neatly tucked on top of Ban’s chest. Ear over his heart, no doubt. He’d always had a particular fondness of that, their captain. Easily soothed by the beat of a heart – by the beat of their hearts at least.

Hitmen!Demon bros AU

Oooh this one. thiiiis one! I'm still mostly in the planning stage for this one, but I can't wait until I get to share the full thing with you all. Like the name suggests, it's a modern (possibly slight futuristic) AU where the DK raised his sons as hitmen. It's gonna be a multichapter fic (probably my longest wip yet) and there will be lots of demon bros angst!

Fun fact, while the I had thought about this AU a bit, I wasn't necessarily planning on writing it at first. Then my mind provided me with this super angsty demon bros scene and an awful chapter cliffhanger, and well, now I'm invested. I need to know how this story ends. (If this sounds familiar, I did mention this once before).

Anyway, I have written the first 300-something words, setting up the angst before a jump back in time, so here's a sneak peek:

Perhaps one of the most defining moments in Meliodas’ life happened on January 29th the year he was turning 26. The day Meliodas found himself on a rooftop staring down his own little brother, a raised gun in both their hands aimed at each other. The only sound was the falling rain as the world itself seemed to hold its breath waiting for who would make the first move. At that moment, Meliodas had thought he had known exactly how the day would end. He had known it in the calculating part of his mind that he never could quite shut off, and had felt it in his heart that seemed to break every time he saw his little brother. He had thought he knew what would happen. He had been wrong. Everybody has a choice, but sometimes it doesn’t matter what you chose.

Galand exposes Meliodas' demon secret

Now this one I've shared a bit about before - partly to complain about my (still going strong) habit of stopping my writing in the middle of a sentence. Sadly, I haven't really made any progress since then. Mostly because I can't remember where tf the story was supposed to go (did I even have a plan?? I found the story aka the snippet of writing in a school notebook I hadn't used for months, so who knows).

Anyway! What I do know is that Galand fucks everything up on purpose, and is the one to reveal Meliodas' demon secret to the rest of the Sins. How the story continues from there, well, I'll figure that out eventually. For now, the last part of the fic looks like this:

It had all started with a confrontation with one of the Ten Commandments. Galand of Truth. He hadn’t even seemed to be looking for a fight – not in that moment anyway – King had noticed. He’d just been there to stir up trouble. Always playing games as usual¸ Meliodas had said. Well, games or not, Galand really had caused trouble. The demon had been quick to pick up on the rest of the Seven Deadly Sins’ surprise that Meliodas seemed to know him personally, and then deduced...DEDUCED WHAT??

How to Demon (Yes, Captain, This is Really Necessary)

This is actually a request/fic idea I got from a reader on ao3. It's also mostly still in the planning stage, having taken a backseat to my Febuwhump fic. But the idea is basically Melin giving a lesson on demons to the Sins with the (reluctant) aid of Meliodas. Or in other words, Merlin is sick of being (almost) the only one who knows how to keep Mel alive and will make it everybody's probably whether they want to or not. It'll also take place in the same AU as The Heat of the Storm (which means more of my demon thermoregulation, yay! - oh, actually, sidenote: I'm working on a post about that hc).

So, we'll have random demon lore/headcanons/stuff, some humor, and, of course, angst (probably more angst than should come from this otherwise humorous idea).

Meliodas and the Kids AU #1

The first of (at least) three fics taking place in the Meliodas and the Kids AU (aka Meliodas Adopts the Sins). In this AU, instead of the Sins becoming knights together way down the line, Meliodas ends up adopting/taking them in as kids* over the years.

Now, I use the term kids loosely here since neither King nor Gowther will actually be kids in the normal sense. But Gowther will be on his own for the first time and also still new to the world, and King, well, I still got some ideas for his relationship with Mel (and also, he is still significantly younger than Mel, so I say he still counts as his kid).

This first fic will consist of six chapters (one for each "kid"), exploring how Meliodas ended up taking them all in, and the dynamics of this mismatched little family (mostly the kids relationships' with Mel).

(Also Elizabeth is probably gonna be dead-dead in this AU).

Here's a sneak peek from the first (Merlin's) chapter:

When you find yourself stuck in time, it’s good to set up some rules for yourself, unless you want to lose yourself to madness. Meliodas didn’t have the luxury for madness. Madness was not going to solve anything. He would still be stuck here, unaging and undying, without an end in sight. Submitting to madness would also be admitting that the only purpose his life had left was suffering. An eternity alone in the human realm as a punishment for his crimes against the Demon King. His father was a huge asshole, okay? Meliodas was not about to give him the satisfaction of watching him break. So, he made some rules. The most important one was: do not get attached. [some other stuff not included in this sneak peek] Do not get attached. It was simple and important – and Meliodas had broken the rule before he had even made it.

(also I love your wip titles XD and will definitely send an ask for some ramblings of your own - but that will have to wait, I've got an 8am lecture in less than 7 hours and need to get some sleep, so Imma put a to be continued on the wip talk for now)

WIP Tag/Ask Game!

[jackiequick]

I see a future with you in it ~ Bradley Bradshaw Fic 💗

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jenny “JenPen” Mitchell

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw, Jenny Mitchell, Carol Bradshaw, Amber Kazansky, Pete Mitchell and other supporting characters

Setting: Flashback to their first Valentine’s Day together during High School

Fic Length: Short length, kinda like a blurb

Summary: Sometimes your first Valentine’s Days can lead to you talking about your future

->

The Bradshaw household was buzzing with music very morning but on a day like today, it was buzzing with love songs. Carol was baking pancakes another round of pancakes with extra strawberries on top while Bradley packed up his backpack as he stuffed some breakfast fruits into his mouth, searching for his earbuds. Until finally he found them in his other pants. It’s cause his mother to roll her eyes and say, “Bradley! Slow down, your not on a racetrack to the finish line, it’s just a normal school day. You’re gonna be fine!”

Bradley rolled his eye back at her with a look that was clearly his father’s goofy lovesick grin as he replied, “Mom! It’s not just any school day, it’s Valentine’s Day! JenPen is gonna be there and I’mma surprise her.”

“Jenny is just like any other girl, aside from having her father’s cheeky grin and sometimes impulsive behavior, you can get her anything and she will be happy. She will be overjoyed with whatever i buy her, it can be a simple bouquet of flowers and she will love it!”

“Mom she’s my girlfriend now! I won the grand prize and I’mma surprised her.”

“I swear your gonna go overboard and cause a huge scene like your father did in college during our first Valentine’s Day!”

“I won’t go overboard! I’m just gonna buy her a few things. Gotta go! Love you! Bye!”

Without a second to spare and another word from Carol, Bradley kisses his mother’s cheek, picked up his cowboy hat and drove downtown in his car heading to every store he could find, accidentally passing a few stop lights, until he found exactly what he was searching for. Even grabbing his friends along the way to the mall and any other store. Finally he found the gifts! He grabbed his paid items from the stores and headed off to school singing with his pals loudly.

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Jenny was already bright and early at her locker fixing up her makeup. Today for Valentine’s Day, she decided to wear a cute but very comfy outfit. A white sweater with a pink tank top underneath, a nice length velvet reddish skirt and paired with a set of black low tops sneakers. To her was lifted in a ponytail with baby hairs threatening to stick out but it gave off a cute messy hairstyle vibe. It was finally her first actual romantic day with Rooster, especially after last year’s accidental Valentine’s Day confession between the pair at her house, after all those years of pinning and conflicted emotions those two lovebirds finally made it official.

“Hey girl!” Yelled out one of her friends, Trixie, bringing her out of her thoughts, “You look cute, where’s Kazansky at?”

“She decided to skip first period today, if she can possibly the rest of the day. Especially after that idiot football player, Travis dumped her for that random cheerleader, Giselle!” Jenny explain while fixing her lipstick.

“Aww poor thing! And Travis a a jerk, but Amber will get over it and find love in the future. I always pictured her with a blonde with blue eyes or a slightly short brunette with brown rich eye!”

“With her luck, her future husband will probably be a jock or a aviator lover boy. You going out tonight?”

“Ren from Geometry, you know the artistic dancer who’s a senior, asked me out.”

The girls chatted a bit before Trixie headed off to meet up with some other students in the hallway while Jenny stayed behind to finish up her English homework, she forgot to do the night before. Oops. She sat by her locker with her notebook in her lap, hearing a booming voice and music playing as laughter followed behind. Bradshaw and his friend, Ren.

The moment she looked up, her jaw completely dropped. Bradley was holding a huge 5 feet tall teddy bear, a small bouquet of roses and his friend, Ren, was throwing flowers to every girl in the hallway joyfully in the kindness way possible. Music played from Ren’s phone and everyone smiled. Hell, the pair was dressed up in such causal sweet outfits too. It a total sight to see. All Jenny could do was smile and giggles as she stood up watching the duo play their little performance.

“Oh my god!” Jen grinned running up to the boys blushing, “You two are something else, i swear!”

“Only the best for you, pumpkin! Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.” Bradley said, bringing her close as his lips brushed against hers sweetly, “You like?”

“I love! I only got you a sweater and a cowboy hat.”

“I bet I’ll look amazing it! I love you.”

“I love you too, Roo!”

The bell rang as both crazy kids rushed off to class in joyful laughter along with their friends. The two shared a few classes together, in which they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves for as they were caught by the teacher multiple time telling them to be quiet. When lunchtime came around, they were eating with their group of friends and Amber finally joined the group after skipping 1-4 period claiming she wasn’t feeling to well, while also getting a chance to slap her ex-boyfriend across the face in the hallways as many students saw. Jenny couldn’t be prouder at that as Bradley, Ren and Trixie cheered her on!

Finally the school day was to a end as the group headed to the park for a picnic. The boys were dancing nearby the streets, twirling every girl into their arms in pure laughter. Now, Amber and Trixie were by the swings. The couple stood next by the slides. Jenny noticed as Bradley smiling prouder as he put his cowboy hat on his head and zipped on his new sweater. “Now, when you said you were gonna wear the cowboy hat, I didn't know how I'd feel about it.” She said.

“And now that you've seen me in it, what's the verdict?” He asked sitting down on the slide while he saw Ren ran back to grab something from his car.

“I think you're sexier than socks on a rooster.” She repiled with a grin.

“That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!”

“I mean it, stud!”

“Wanna get lunch?”

Amber yelled from the swings, “Pizza.”

“YES!” Trixie yelled swing even higher.

Ren who ran back to the group after grabbing the water, yelled, “Fine by me!”

“Extra soda too!” All the girls shouted at the same time.

So a result the boys went and came back with pizza for three hungry ladies, as well as themselves. Every ate, they laughed, and later on played before heading their separate ways for the afternoon especially after it started getting chilly. However Bradley took his girl to the movie theater to see Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2, they weren’t the completely romantic type and wanted to see a cute funny film instead of a cheesy romantic comedy that they can just find on Netflix another time. To say the couple enjoyed themselves was a understatement because they were having a great time, even suggesting the idea of asking their parents for a dog after watching the movie.

The pair walked out of the movie theater into the parking lot, opened the doors on the front seats and turned up the radio to simply dance like nobody’s around. A few funky songs, some romantic some played and others were completely random. Bradley leaned against the door to the passenger taking a breath swaying his hand that was connected to Jenny who was dancing in way, swaying her hips and twirling around with still so much energy. At that moment, Bradley could’ve sworn Cupid has played his cards perfectly, cause all he saw a tiny gorgeous ball of soft sunshine and a gentle breeze made it was all clear. That’s his wife, standing right there in front of him.

“Come on! One more song?” She asked with a giggling grin, leaning towards her man, seeing her world in his eyes. Jenny let out a breathtaking sigh, playing with his hair as she rested her head on his shoulder, “I know that we’ll be alright, I don’t need another song. I got my song, you.”

“Alright, one moment, gorgeous. I’m somebody’s muses then.” Bradley let out a breathtaking smile, looped his fingers underneath her chin as his lips touched her, “…and well, I think i found the somebody I’ll love to share a home with. And I’m looking right at her.”

“Aww..i do see a future in your eyes Brad Brad. I want you, I don’t deserve this but i got it.”

“I don’t deserve you, but look at us now. I want a a huge house, with my piano in the living room and to have you dancing in your favorite dress.”

“And i want a huge kitchen to bake my apple pie for us with our dog. Oh! And we need extra rooms.”

“For what? It will be the two of us and maybe a dog! Called Buster or Maxwell or FeFe or Candy?”

“What? It’s for your mama and my daddy, silly! They need space to visit, they aren’t sleeping in the garage. And for our kids..if you want kids?”

—

Bradley grinned, picking her up by the waist spinning and he yelled, “I want a battalion! We’re having our own soccer team or baseball team.”

“Woah!” Jenny yelled mid laugh, “How many kids you think we’re having?”

“Well we need about 4! Two girls, two boys. And if we’re surprised with baby number 5, even better!”

“5 babies Bradshaws?! Let’s start with two and see how it goes!”

“As long as your their mama and I’m their daddy. And your my wife!”

Jenny grinned brightly thinking about all the possibilities and such, “Wife? Yes please! Jenny Bradshaw? I love it!”

“You’ll be called Mrs. Bradshaw..or Bradshaw-Mitchell or Mitchell-Bradshaw? We’ll figure it out later!”

“I love you, Mr. Bradshaw.”

“I love you Mrs. Bradshaw.”

“Happy Valentines Day, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”

—

The couple went home that day to Carol and Pete who were cooking up a mini dinner, well Carol was cooking and Pete was trying to steal the ingredients from her, as they ate with their parents. They talked about their day together with their friends, how they planned on sharing their weekend together with Pete’s house working on his planes and to go shopping with Carol. Pete discussed on how he had a date later that night to head off to while Carol brought up all the free samples she got at the mall today.

When the conversation about school came about, it was kind short. Since not too much that happened aside from the cute gift giving in the hallway, a math test made by Mr. Stevenson, the lunch ladies giving out cookies with their meals, a Valentines Day bake sale and of course, Amber slapping her ex-boyfriend across the face. Other than that, it wasn’t much to really talk about when it came to school. Overall it was a fun and very sweet Valentines Day for the Mitchell Bradshaw household.

Tags: @t-nd-rfoot @gaminggirlsstuff @topgun-imagines @topguncortez @hangmanbrainrot @levijeanqueen @drspencereidhotch @rooster-84 @mandylove1000 @happilycameron @msrochelleromanofffelton @gcthvile @novavida



[pinesfamilyguidetotheweird]

Fragmented AU -- Pieces: Snow to Flower

An upcoming fic full of one shots for Fragmented. Sort of a slice of life stuff (plus adventure) taking place in February towards May, leading into the Second Summer. The lengths of the one shots will vary, depending on what I'm writing.

Below is the Cold Open for the first one shot.

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Cold Open for New Friend, New School, New (No) Problem

One day before Dipper and Mabel arrived It was lunch time at Gravity Falls Secondary School, a combined middle and high school for the youths of Roadkill County. While most of the senior students – consisting of 10th, 11th, and 12th graders – seemed more content to hang out at the rugby field, the majority of the junior students – consisting of 7th, 8th, and 9th graders – were in the lunchroom. One such junior student, a 7th grader wearing a forest green aviator hat with goggles, sat alone at a round table, greatly focusing on a soon-to-be-completed diorama of a vegetable farm. An avocado farm, to be precise, according to the miniature sign with an avocado drawn on it. All it needs now is the hanging sign to be put on the awaiting ledge above the entrance of the tiny house. The student did everything in his willpower to keep his hand, holding the tweezers holding the sign, stable as it shook. “Steady…” he murmured to himself, his grayish eyes trained to the shrinking space between the sign and ledge. He barely felt the sweat perspiring from his temple, his orangy hair felt sticky underneath his green aviator hat and his tan skin wrinkled from the strain around his forehead. “Steady…” His necklace containing three small crystal points – each a different color: red, green, and blue – seems to jiggle together from the tension. “Steady…” The boy hopes the glue doesn’t dry before he could attach the sign. Almost there…Almost there… The corner of his lip started to move upwards as excitement swelled in his chest. He’s just half an inch away from completing his diorama. Almost the— A white rugby ball, accented with the school’s colors, landed on the diorama with a loud clatter, crushing his work. His formerly excited smile slowly dipped, staring at his ruined work. “Oops.” The rugby ball was picked by a smug girl with amaranth purple dyed hair and sharp blue eyes. “Sorry, Frog Boy.” Not looking nor acting the least bit sorry, she tossed the ball in the air and catched it. She sees the broken diorama and mocked a sympathetic cringe. “Ooooh…” She smirks. “Was that for Vice Principal Dame’s Environment Appreciation project?” The 7th grader refused to look at the 9th grader any longer, looking at the ground with a frustrated glare. He almost wanted to pull his goggles over his eyes. “...It was.” “Well, I do hope it didn’t take you all week to make that,” the girl taunted. The boy hides the blush on his face with the flaps of his hat. “And isn’t Vice Principal Dame’s class after lunch?” The girl laughed, along with her posse, at the boy’s plight.  The boy glared at his ruined project. More mad at himself than the girl. It didn’t take him all week. It took him 24 hours! He actually forgot about it all week before being reminded yesterday and worked for hours on it, even late into the night. And now…it's all ruined. He looked up at the bully, his eyes landing on the rugby in her hand. He looks over at a plate of food…and a spoon. An idea struck. He takes the spoon and scoops some mashed potatoes and bends the spoon back, aimed at the ball. Once he felt it got the angle, he released the spoon. SPLAT! The boy stared in horror at the mashed potatoes now dripping from the back of the girl’s head. The posse group looked shocked at whatever expression was on the bully’s face. She turned around, glaring daggers at the boy. “...Oops…”

Oh, I wonder who these characters are ^^

[wigglepiggle]

ok I'm just gonna put my thoughts on ppt2 14 in this post instead of yelling about it in 15 posts nobody asked I'm just going CRAZY INSANE about it right now and idk who to talk to about it

SPOILERS!!!!

okay okay first of all platinum. I forgot about him. really silly guy 10/10

and uhh I can't remember the order of stuff I'm just gonna start mentioning random stuff

I LOVE THE ACE CAMEOS they're so funny the way he shows up in those glasses and IMMEDIATELY books it out the second he sees gold ingot i love ace in general what a guy

and of course I can't make this post without mentioning the one thing I was holding back on saying because I know a lot of my mutuals like him and I didn't wanna spoil this scene. the motheringfucking JOURNAL SCENE??? OH MY GOD I WAS LIKE ACTUALLY SCARED FOR SOME REASON LIKE THE WAY HE YELLS HELLO?? props to the va for him God damn. anyways I think journal has gone absolutely insane now I really hope he'll be ok and finally get to sleep instead of spending his days crying and beating the shit out of dimension travelers with crowbars and I made a post about this already ik but POST IT NOTE WAS THE ONLY PERSON WHO KNEW FOR SURE WHERE HE WAS AND SHES GONE NOW LIKE. HES JUST FUCKED NOW UNLESS LIKE TC FINDS HIM OR SOMETHING and don't those blue nightmares roam that cave occasionally yeah I don't think this will end well

that was really long oops

loaf s family is great I love them all their designs are great and they're nice!!! nice to see loaf and santa hat again too!!! and I felt bad for gold ingot. and I was sad. but the ELIMINATION THAT FOLLOWED DUDE THE WHAMMY I HAVEN'T FELT LIKE CRYING FROM AN OBJECT SHOW SINCE HFJONE FINALE. BOTTLE AND POST IT NOTE CRYING(did post it cry??? idk he did in my head)BROKE ME . CHAINSAW. CHAINSAW. I CANT WAIT TO SEE HIS DOWNFALL I HOPE POST IT NOTE AND EVERYONE ELSE HE FUCKED OVER COMES OUT AND KICKS HIS ASS. OHHJH MAN. I hate him but i love him he's got the smarts he's playing the game so well andnI hope he dies

ssok I'm tired goodbye

[fnrrfygmschnish]

Oh man, the stand-in Jason voice in MMPR Season 2, Episode 23 is just... so gratingly, obviously, not the same actor (Austin St. John) that Jason usually is voiced by.

Trini's stand-in isn't as obvious in this one, Zack's "hiyas" and such in the fight scenes are noticeably different but not TOO bad... but oh man, Jason's stand-in did nooooot do as good of a job. Oof.

Odd to see Zedd's new flower monster just randomly bring back Hatchasaurus from Season 1. Is this going to be another "oops forgot the new monster" moment like when tombstone guy just disappeared and the fight focused on a giant Pumpkin Rapper a few episodes ago?

And now Hatchasaurus is actually giving both the Thunder Megazord and Tigerzord some trouble, and took hits from BOTH of their finishing moves before it was destroyed the second time around. I suppose when Zedd gave its regeneration a kick-start he also powered it up overall, similarly to how he made Putties stronger by charging them with his magic lightning. Could also explain why they didn't need to track down and destroy its heart separately this time -- that extra boost made it unstable like the Z-Putties, so when it was destroyed that extra energy overloaded it and the heart blew up.

Oh good, the new monster didn't get forgotten! Was a bit worried after tombstone guy AND key guy just got randomly dropped from the episode's plot after the "dead monsters coming back" part started.

Episode 24 now!

And Bulk and Skull are changing diapers! Oh no. 🤣

Skull is wearing a diaper as a hat.

Aaaand Bulk has used Skull's bandanna as a diaper for the baby. YUCK! Bet he's not gonna want that one back.

Not-Jason, Not-Zack, and Not-Trini voices are all prominently on display in this one. I'm starting to think that the actors for these three walking out is probably why they wrote the White Ranger being the team's new leader -- so Tommy gets all the "let's do this, rangers!" type lines that would previously have been Jason's.

Hmm, they're not using the Z-Putties' explosion SFX as much in this episode -- instead they're showing them get kicked in the Z and then falling off-screen rather than being shown exploding.

Oh wait, the new kids' fight scene with them DOES still have them hitting the Z to overload them, complete with white glow and blowing apart. Looks like them not doing it earlier was definitely a SFX budget situation rather than them dropping the "you need to hit the Z" part entirely, thankfully. They're saving the exploding scenes for the last few at the end of the Putty fights rather than every single time one Putty from a horde of dozens gets beaten.

OH. The first "identity reveal" of the series! I forgot that happened. I'm guessing I must've missed these episodes as a kid, because I didn't remember the monster or anything either.

Of course it's the three ninja kids who end up being the new red/black/yellow rangers who find out... guessing that's probably part of why they're picked as the replacements.

Ahhh, yep, Skull does NOT want that bandanna back after it's been used as a diaper. I don't blame him 🤣

[mizuribbons]

v3 liveblogging starts now

start of prologue - end of prologue

spoilers under the cut

:readmore:

here we goooo it's startinggg

"I'm the protagonist-" false information!!! besides you aren't even better than the real protag smh my head /hj

"a classroom?" No shit Mozart or whatever I don't know classical musicians well

that's a very weird pinching noise...

HERE COMES SHUICHI!!!! HERE HE COMESSSSS

HERE HE ISSSSSSSSSSS <3

*my dumbass kissing the screen*

haha butt /j

i should honestly be bonked for obsessing too much over a fictional character... actually two fictional characters.

something about Kaede saying shut up is the funniest fucking thing ever

gray guy's ass /j i do not have a crush on gray guy

"why me?" you signed up for this shit kaede don't act like you didn't (I know I know she doesn't remember blah blah blah)

slapping shit time

Kaede asking the door questions /j yes yes inner dialogue I know no shit

"what?" quote of the year fr

kokichi time

there he is

i accidentally skipped his dialogue waaaaaa

hello sir avocado man

there are 16 gayasses

hehehehehehehe ryoma so fucjing short lmaooo /hj

i don't like string cheese. actually i don't like cheese at all!!!

"we screwed up" the game makers screwed up when making you and your siblings except monodam he's the only good one

just realised my fav monokub is in front of one of my comfort characters and my least fav is in front of the other.... hmmmmmmm

damn maybe monokid mentioned hell at some point idk

kaede really flabbergasted at them being monokubs

yes you were fucking right no shit avocado

off topic but the monokub theme fucking slaps it's an absolute banger

sleepy ass bitch tbh wake up!!! wake up!!!!!!!!!

"forgot" you mean forgor???? they forgor lol

hello again Kokichi :)

"friggin'" you know you can say fucking this is Danganronpa after all

MLG horns + Sailor Moon transformation = V3 transformation sequence

"what am I wearing" clothes lmao

we waking up again soon

we already did this shit!!!!!!!!!

here comes Shuichi 2.0!!!!! insert autism creature yippee

he's so cute fr

aaaand here comes the music

monokubs are back I hate those bitches

i hate monokid most but he's so fucking funny, you're the monster actually why are you scared you lil bitch

wow monokid confirmed stuffed animal

first monokid boner of the game...

you calling the best people ever cretins?!?! honestly stfu monophanie sorry i am obsessed with fictional characters

sixteen sure is a number kaede

skipping the whole ultimate explanation I don't care honestly

monokid rager voice line count: 2

introductions for the second time, you love to see it

star kissing the screen again... that isn't even my fav character

"usually just piano freak" well that isn't nice

baby kaede still ugly as fuck tbh where's her nose and why does she already have a full head of hair even baby peko looked better and she didn't have a nose either

at least she grows up very pretty

"when did this get in my backpack?" 0.3 seconds ago!

smoothie :D

foreshadowing moment

yaaaaaa blueberry smooothieeeee

Kaede is such a hardcore lesbian

going to see avocado man again!!!

clearly you're the ultimate avocado

i forgot to type anything here when talking to Himiko but now I'm talking to Tenko

"you're so cute!" And you're a lesbian

Tenko said her first degenerate males im so proud of her

let's go to best character (Kokichi)

KOKICHI I'M COMING FOR YOU

HERE WE WRE

Here he IS

HE IS HERE

sorry I am very happy

we have all of the best boys in one room (and Kaede is there too)

how couldn't Kaede tell that Kiibo is a robot????

he did it he said "i will see you in court"

yes introduce yourself king!!!!!

he's so silly

HE SAID IT HE SAID ROBOT DICK FUNNY HAHA LINE

why is this man so fucking funny he has my brain in a chokehold

maki rol

hello short cat lover man

oops I forgot to go see miu lmao

news flash: everyone who wears pants is a PERVERT!1!1!1!11!!!1!! more at 9

"everyone knows that only pervs wear hats" himiko: 😐

she wants drugs

THERE we go now we can go see kork

gonna be honest sometimes I forget his name is Korekiyo and not just Kork

bro I don't think your teeth fell out they're definitely right there (also you can't... have... fingernails...)

monokid rager voice line count: 3

"walls are erected" 😳

the wall can be demolished just you wait

ah yes the exisals somehow have wives and kids

you can slap yourself Kaede but don't slap one of my comfort characters. that is a crime against humanity

space idiot time

"not just anyone can get up there" I can /j

here are the monoshits again

BRO PISSES IN THE SHOWER I know it happens it just gets me every time

BRO SHITS IN THE SHOWER again it gets me every time

hello mom aka basically just 2B from Nier (or so I've heard idk I have never played Nier)

time to meet our next autism creature

wonder what this guy's name is

found him right away! after 10 years

last one

im still pissed that instead of keeping it as a generic god so it doesn't offend any religion, they chose to make angie's god the real fucking Polynesian gods

angie still cute though <3

time to go gym lol

im like a cat with the zoomies

another reference thank you blueberry smoothie

honestly??? kokichi so fucking silly I love him (if you somehow couldn't tell)

i think it might be a killing game not sure tho

i will crush you guys with this here exisal

jabroni

hello motherfucker- I mean monokuma

"im not mad" he says firing a fucking lazer

yoooo they said despair

the songs in this game >>>>>

yeaaaaa rock paper scissors

imagine if monokuma ate monophanie

murder very sophisticated

yo the monokuma tongue sprite weird as hell

the rager voice line count is 4

nvm it's 5

*laughs to death*

honestly this is tiring me out but I gotta complete the prologue!!!

"a lie... more like fiction..." that's bc it is lmfaooooooooooo

the first character to attempt a murder talking about how they won't kill is so funny to me

damn they laughing

yes I know what game this is

prologue over guys we can go home now

[mimi-cee-hq]

Laundry Days - Aran x f!reader

Summary: Three times you picked up his underwear and one time you missed doing it.

Genres, other tags: fluff, slice of life, humour, meet cute, domestic fluff, not suggestive lol, married under 25, neighbours to married lovers ;)

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: manga spoiler

This is for @neoheros & @coophi's 2021 Summer Haikyuu!! Writing contest. (Okay I'm pretty shy at first so it feels a little scary to tag you two but here's my piece.) I was going for the married under 25 prompt but ended up doing neighbours to lovers too. :D

Don't mind me spreading the underrated characters agenda as well. lol.

*****

A few articles of clothing spilled out of the dryer and onto your feet. Oops. Your neighbour must have forgotten them. You should've checked first.

Your own damp clothes sat inside the washing machine next to it, waiting for their turn to enter the dryer. It wasn't possible now.

You sighed, retrieving the phone from your pocket and scrolling until you saw the name of the neighbour who lived a floor below you.

Ojiro Aran.

You were sure this was the right person after a second look at your texting history. Who'd bring the garbage to the curb, where the lawnmower was kept, and keeping the duplex's stairway clear were some of the conversations you had with him.

You had yet to meet the guy, but he seemed amicable enough.

After shooting him a text, you thought to give him a call instead. Perhaps he'd think a phone call was strange. However, your clothes were damp and you shouldn't leave them for long. Was he even home?

You sighed. Crouched down, you returned the clothes on the floor back into the machine. A scarf, several socks, and a knit hat made their way back inside. But what was this?

Underwear. Men's underwear.

You scrunched your nose as you lifted it from the cold, tile floor. Was that a hole in it?

Click.

"Sorry I just saw your text!" a tall, dark-skinned man blurted out as soon as the door was unlocked.

"Oh! It's alright! I only texted you a few minutes ago!" you quickly explained, waving your hands in front of you.

You shouldn't have done that. The underwear was hanging from your hand.

"Ummm…" Aran scratched his cheek, eyes retreating from you.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" you spat out, tossing the incriminating object to him. "It just fell out of the dryer when I opened it so I went to pick it up!"

Once in his hands, he recognized it as the one with the seam coming undone. "I… umm… should probably have thrown this one out."

"Umm… yeah… you probably should." Those words slipped off your tongue before you could catch them.

"I- I guess I'll go now," Aran said hastily.

He shut the door.

You let out a breath. That was awkward. Heat continued to linger in your body and you weren't sure who was more embarrassed by the encounter.

Wait. His clothes were still in the dryer. Did you dare ask him back?

The door slowly creaked open and Aran peeked his head into the room.

"I forgot something, didn't I?" Aran sheepishly asked.

"Yeah." The corners of your mouth lifted into a smile. "Yeah, you did."

"I'm Aran by the way."

"Y/n."

You never thought this would be how you'd meet your future husband.

*****

The office chair in your apartment was a comfortable spot for folding clothes. The webcam caught your face as you chatted with Aran whose image filled the monitor.

You smiled. Your husband was winding down after a long day with the team and decided to check up on you.

"I'm alright," you told Aran. "I miss you though."

"I literally just saw you yesterday!" he said. "I miss you too."

After that fateful yet awkward encounter with him in that laundry room two years ago, you had run into each other more frequently at the front doors of your duplex. Your classes ended at similar times four out of your five school days. You were surprised he even started a conversation with you. You wouldn't have been able to bear the embarrassment. Fast forward to a confession, a kiss and a rock-embedded ring, and you got a small, snowy wedding during winter break.

It was back to the books for you now, and you dreaded it. Chores seemed much better, easier. Plus doing them for your newly-wedded husband? You got giddy about that.

You quirked your brow, lifting a familiar piece of clothing from the basket.

"Hey, I thought you threw this one out," you mentioned to Aran, dangling his underwear in front of the camera.

"I did! That's, uh, probably a different one."

"Just how old are these?"

"Hey! Wait a moment! Are you folding clothes?"

You avoided the eyes on the screen. "Maybe."

"You have your paper due in a few days! I told you I was going to do it after flying back home."

"I know…"

Aran's eyes narrowed at you, a trademark expression of his. "You're procrastinating again, aren't you?" His tone implied disapproval.

"But I'm still being productive!"

"Y/n…"

"Okay, okay. I'll stop." Your foot pushed the basket away, sliding it across the floor. Maybe you could fold them after you hung up.

Aran must have read your mind. "Show me what the laundry bin looks like."

You groaned. He saw right through you. Complying, you removed the clipped webcam off the monitor and directed it at the pile of unfolded clothes.

"It better be like that when I get home."

"Alright," you said with a pout.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Must he stop you from doing chores? They were a simple reminder you were married to him, as if the gold on your finger wasn't enough to show you.

You were his wife.

A smile snuck into your lips whenever that thought crossed your mind. The honeymoon phase was a peculiar, strange, lovely stage.

Yet it was fleeting.

*****

You groaned as you stood in the middle of the bathroom. Aran's white track pants hung off the counter, the red t-shirt he got for free from first year college laid on top, and of course his underwear, which likely went through hundreds of washes, remained on the floor.

Great.

You rubbed your temples, your headache getting worse by the minute. It was Saturday morning, and Aran, who was nowhere to be seen, had left his mess behind.

I'll clean it up later, he would tell you. You knew his mother had spoiled him, always picking up after him. You understood why he was like this, but why couldn't he just start doing it now?

"Do you have this problem?" you asked your friend through your wireless headset.

"What problem?" she asked.

"Does your husband always leave laundry around on the floor?" You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Aran never picks up after himself."

She laughed. You weren't sure if it was because you were a young, amateur wife or if she understood all too well.

Knowing her, probably a bit of both.

"Okay two things."

You listened.

"One, don't say always or never. That's lying."

"I'm not lying," you snapped back at her. You began to regret asking her.

"Are you sure he never picks it up and always leaves it on the floor?"

You left no comment.

"Exactly."

"Okay fine, but that still doesn't solve the problem. If only he just did it, it would solve everything–"

"Number two," she interrupted.

You groaned at her and she gave an amused snort in return.

"If you weren't picking up his underwear, it means he's dead."

You were aghast.

"You know I'm right."

Still aghast.

"What? No husband, no mess."

"I can't believe I asked you for advice."

"But it's true."

"Ugh," was all you could utter. She had several years more of marriage experience than you, yet you didn't want to acknowledge it.

You hung up the phone after you finished deciding today's outing with her, but you hadn't addressed the issue in front of you. Your head throbbed again.

Sighing, you picked up the underwear.

A few minutes later, the front door opened and you dipped your head into the hallway. Aran shuffled grocery bags through the door and into the kitchen. He yawned, placing the milk, eggs, and other items into the fridge.

A familiar coffee brand peeked out of a bag on the floor. Right. You didn't have your coffee yet because there wasn't any left.

You wrapped your arms around Aran and relaxed against his broad back.

"I can't put the food away like this," he said with a chuckle.

"You left your clothes in the bathroom again."

"Oh shoot!" He dropped a bag and started towards the bathroom but you tightened your grip on him.

"I put them away already," you told him. His body relaxed and he caressed your arm around his waist.

The honeymoon phase was a fleeting phase, novel tasks turned mundane, but your love for him grew deeper still.

*****

Aran was away again, this time at Tokyo in preparation for the Olympics. He eagerly called you during breaks, wishing to see his favourite person – although your hands were full as well.

"I miss you," he told you, his smile displayed on the screen.

"And I miss picking up your underwear," you told him with a smirk.

Like clockwork, he narrowed his eyes at you with a comeback. "Why don't you say you miss me like a normal person?"

"Because I'm your wife. I'm special," you told him as he rolled his eyes. "I wish I could be there though."

"You wouldn't be able to spend that much time with me anyway," he said. "Besides, one of us needs to stay home."

"I know." You smiled.

"I gotta go," he said as Atsumu yelled in the background. Aran blew a kiss at you.

You snorted. How cheesy. You returned the kiss anyway.

Hearing a mischievous squeal behind you, you told him, "I gotta go too."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

After you hung up, you turned around and sighed. A soggy wet diaper sagged on the floor and the little guy jumping in the crib giggled at you as if he did the funniest thing in the world.

You rolled your eyes and smiled before picking up the diaper.

"Alright kid. Let's put a diaper back on you and wash your sheets."

*****

I hope you liked it. This is a little different from what I usually write but I hope you still enjoyed it!

I blame Aran's current concern for giving me this idea along with the person who suggested I write Aran fluff. (As well as the seasoned wife I know who told her husband, "If I wasn't picking up your underwear, it means you're dead." lolll.)

I hope you stick around my blog to check out my other works! My current work in progress is a fake dating Suna series. I can't believe we're on chapter 10!

If anyone is interested, I have a Google form for my taglist.

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“family holiday” (pt. 1) (chilumi fic)

[SPOILERS FROM 1.1 STORY QUESTS]

Lumine finally arrives in Snezhnaya and takes Childe’s offer of visiting his home (mansion). 

(some domestic fluff uwu) 

lots of ppl have been asking for more and i love that! tysm for the encouragement and support <3 sorry this took so long to upload, i am trying very hard for all you lovelies ;__; 

also this is being split into two parts bc it is a bit longer than my other fics...but i swear im writing part 2 as fast as i can!! i just wanted to post this now so i wouldn’t keep you lovelies waiting <3

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“family holiday” (pt 1)

“Lumineeeeee!” Teucer shouted as she walked through the door of Childe’s home. He tackled her into a hug. 

“Well hello to you too, Teucer,” Lumine greeted back. Just as energetic as I remembered… 

“Hey! Paimon’s here too!” Paimon crossed her arms. 

Teucer broke his hug and waved energetically at Paimon. “Hi, Lumine’s toy!”

Paimon’s jaw dropped, ready to go on a rant, but Teucer already turned his attention away. 

“Big brother!” he cheered, tackling Childe into a hug as well. 

“Teucer!” Childe said enthusiastically, picking him up and slinging the little boy over his shoulder before swinging him around. Teucer erupted into gleeful giggles. 

“Big brother? Is that you?” a soft voice called. Coming down the grand stairs was a little girl who looked exactly like Childe and Teucer, her long brown hair tied in a half-up crown braid, her large blue eyes like innocent doe eyes. She looked about eight. Behind her, another sibling came trudging down the stairs, scowling, his hair appearing more ginger than the rest of the family; his face had a splattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks, more prominent than Teucer’s. He was a bit older, around 11. 

Childe set Teucer down, and smiled. “Tonia,” he greeted her, gentler. He got down on one knee, and Tonia ran down the steps—her white dress flowing behind her—and jumped into his open arms. 

“It’s been too long!” she said, her voice muffled by Childe’s shoulder. 

He laughed. “It certainly has, princess.” He looked to the last sibling still standing by the stairs. “Come on, Anthon. Come here.”

Anthon let out an exasperate huff, but still made his way to his older brother, and joined Tonia in their embrace. “We don’t have to make such a big deal out of this,” he grumbled, though his arms tightening around his brother betrayed his attitude. 

“Looks like we’ve been sidelined,” Paimon muttered. 

Lumine tilted her head. “It’s kind of nice to see though…” 

Anthon’s eyes flickered to her. “Who are you?”

Tonia broke from the hug, ducking under Childe’s arms to look at Lumine, while still gripping tightly to his jacket. 

Teucer bounced over to the traveler, and placed his hands proudly on his hips. “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Lumine!”

Tonia gasped and skipped over to her, her eyes bright. “Lumine?! Like from the letters?” Teucer nodded enthusiastically. 

Childe stood and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yup, the one and only. This is her first time in Snezhnaya, so everyone be on your best behavior.” He gave Anthon a look, to which Anthon crossed his arms. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Tonia and Anthon,” Lumine said. “Your brothers have told me a lot about you two.”

Tonia smiled shyly and peered at Lumine’s face. “Woooow,” she whispered in wonderment. “You really are just as pretty as he said!” 

Lumine felt a shock to her system. Childe told them I was pretty?

Childe let out a nervous laugh, quickly scooping Tonia off the ground and ruffling her hair. “Very funny, Tonia! Why don’t we decide on dinner plans, hmm?” 

Paimon, after grumbling in the corner about being ignored, perked straight up. “Food?”

“Let’s celebrate brother and Lumine coming home! We should go to the bestest restaurant in the city!” Teucer suggested. 

“You don’t want to eat brother’s cooking?” Tonia asked, a bit of sadness tinged in her voice. 

“I think that’s a great idea, Teucer,” Childe said. He patted Tonia’s head. “How about we eat dinner at the restaurant, then we can come home and I’ll make you your favorite cake?” 

“Yay!” Tonia cheered, jumping from Childe’s arms, and joining Teucer in celebration. 

“Anthon? What would you like to do?” Childe asked. 

He shrugged. “Whatever sounds good to me.” 

“Then it’s settled! Let’s all go get ready then, okay?” Childe said. The children all ran up the stairs, and soon the foyer was quiet once more. The Harbinger let out a heavy sigh. 

“Whew! They’re a handful!” Paimon said. 

Lumine nodded. “How do they even survive while you’re away?”

Childe chuckled. “Year round I have a dedicated staff of servants and maids to look after them and the house.” (Mansion, Lumine thought.) “I gave them the weekend off while I’m back.”

“You can handle all three of them?” Lumine asked. 

“Oh? You don’t think I’m capable?” 

“I just can’t imagine you as a child raising type,” she said, recalling their various battles together. How bloodthirsty he could get. 

“The battlefield is different,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. He glanced at the stairs. “I’ve been raising my siblings since we were little.” 

No parents? She thought of her and Aether. On their own for as long as she could remember, having to explore and learn alone. Except she and Aether were twins; she never had to look after a younger sibling—let alone three. 

“Ready!” Teucer announced, bouncing down the stairs. 

Childe crossed his arms. “Just your hat? Where are your gloves? Coat? Boots?” 

Teucer giggled. “Oops! I forgot!” He raced back up the stairs. 

“And you?” he asked, turning to Lumine. “You don’t look ready either.”

“I was okay on the journey here,” she answered. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He shook his head. “It’s almost dark now. Snezhnayan nights are freezing, even more so during this time.”

“Ahh...well...we didn’t really pack...anything…,” Paimon said sheepishly. 

“Paimon I expected, but you, Lumine?” 

The traveler crossed her arms. “I’ve been a bit busy.” 

He scoffed. “Right, right. Well, we can’t have you freezing to death in the street. I’m sure there’s extra coats around here,” he said, heading up the stairs. “Come with me.”

“Oooo, Lumine, they’re probably super expensive and fluffy! Let’s go!” Paimon said, flying after Childe. Lumine rolled her eyes and followed. 

The three passed by the children’s rooms, all clothes being thrown around and excited chatter, before coming to a large door at the end of the hall. Childe’s room. He opened the door and they entered. 

It was a grand room—octangular in shape with huge windows and a tall ceiling—large, spacious, and empty save for a large bed, standing wardrobe, and side tables. There was a fine film of dusting covering all the surfaces, and the bed looked like it hadn’t been slept in for a long time. The colors were sparse, only grays, whites, blacks, and the occasional red accent. 

Childe opened the doors to the wardrobe, revealing an assortment of heavy winter coats. He pulled one out and held it out for Lumine. “I think this coat is a little older—probably the smallest one I have.” 

She put it on, the sleeves running a bit long to her fingertips, the feathered hood obscuring her face up to her nose. Childe laughed, and she stuck her tongue out at him after pulling the hood down. Despite it being old, she could still pick up a faint scent of Childe: a smell remnant of ocean waves and sandy beaches. Unexpectedly pleasant...

“If that’s too big, she can have one of my coats!” Tonia said from the doorway.  

“That is very nice of you to offer, Tonia,” Childe said. “But I think your coats might be too small.”

“Oh,” she said. “Well, we’re all ready now, brother!”

The family—plus Lumine and Paimon—gathered back in the foyer with everyone bundled in their coats, hats, and gloves. And then they were on the way to the restaurant. 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Lumine, look!” Teucer said, pointing at a large pond. “There are so many fishes!”

They were waiting to be seated in the restaurant lobby. A large, grandiose building, with marbled floors, vaulted ceilings, and gold furniture. There was a large pond in the middle—a miniature waterfall flowed into it. 

Too extravagant, Lumine thought. And I thought Liyue was expensive...

“Do you think we could take some fish home to eat?” Paimon asked, peering into the pond. 

Lumine gave her a deadpan expression. “Go ahead. I’ve always wanted to see how Snezhnayans deal out punishment.”

“On second thought, nevermind…”

Tonia pulled on Childe’s jacket. “Can we go to the toy store after this?”

“Toy store! Toy store! Toy store!” Teucer chanted. 

“Yes, yes, of course,” Childe said. The two children cheered. 

“They’re always so loud,” Anthon grumbled from his seat next to Lumine. 

“They’re just excited your brother is back,” Lumine said. “Aren’t you excited also?”

“I guess…” He looked at her. “Why are you here anyways?”

How do I explain that I’m on a quest to find my brother after we were banished from our journeys by an unknown god? “I want to meet all the gods of Teyvat.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, right. That’s impossible.”

“Actually I’ve been quite successful,” she told him. “I’ve already met a few.”

“Really?” His brows were furrowed. “What’re they like?”

Venti: drunk. Zhongli: broke. “They’re...interesting. Very powerful.”

Childe walked over to them. “Is he bothering you?” he asked Lumine. 

“She was just telling me she’s met some of the gods of Teyvat. Is that true?” he asked, scrutinizing. 

“Very much so. She’s quite strong, so don’t get on her bad side.” He gave Anthon a wink. 

“Strong enough to beat you, brother?” 

“Of course,” Lumine said, standing up. “I’ve beat your brother before.” 

“Paimon can confirm that! We kicked his butt!” 

For the first time, Anthon’s eyes seemed to light up. “You did? How?”

Childe chuckled through gritted teeth, disguised as a strained smile. “Now, now, Anthon; you seem like you want me to be beaten.”

Anthon frowned. “No, I didn’t mean that.”

“Sir? Your table is ready,” a waiter said, approaching the family. 

As Childe went to wrangle up the younger kids, Lumine stayed behind and tapped on Anthon’s shoulder. 

“Hey,” she whispered. “Why do you want to beat your brother so bad?”

Anthon shook his head. “You guys have it wrong. I don’t want to beat my brother…” His pale face flushed a bit red. “I just...I want to be stronger than him. So he doesn’t have to work so hard to protect us…” He stopped and watched his siblings sit around the table in the distance. “He shouldn’t be the only one protecting us. I can see it’s really hard work for just him. I want to be strong enough to protect him, Tonia, and Teucer also.”

Lumine’s heart warmed at Anthon’s love for his family. She missed Aether a little more. “I’ll help you.” She put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I know what it’s like, wanting to protect a sibling.” She then gave him a teasing smile. “Plus, I’ve already beaten your brother, right?” 

“Right!” He had a little smile as well. “And he’s the strongest person I know! Well...I guess that person would be you now, right?”

Tonia came marching up to the two. “Come onnnnn, let’s go eat!” She grabbed both Lumine and Anthon’s hands and dragged them to the table. 

Afterwards, the family enjoyed an exquisite meal, and were all stuffed full of expensive foods and cheerful laughter. (The children were amazed at how much both Lumine and Paimon could scarf down.) 

The children, very quickly after finishing their meal, practically teleported to the toy store. As the children ran through the store, Lumine and Childe took the moment of rest, silently watching over them. (Paimon had retreated back into her world to recover from the feast.)

“I don’t know how you do it,” Lumine said. “I had a hard enough time with just Teucer in Liyue.”

“It’s not easy,” Childe confessed. He looked at his siblings softly. “But when I see them smiling and happy...despite everything bad in the world? I think it’s all worth it.”

How nice… His love for his family definitely matched her love for Aether. Something we have in common. She found herself enjoying this time with Childe, and his family, more enjoyable than any time she had been adventuring. It was almost like...she was...back home…

Soon enough, everyone was lined up, toys all selected and ready for purchase. Teucer tiredly tugged on Lumine’s coat, then silently held his hands up. At first, Lumine blinked, not understanding. 

“Teucer, just ask her to pick you up,” Anthon said. 

“That’s okay,” she said, pulling Teucer up off the ground—now understanding—and placing him on her hip. I think this is how you carry a kid? She didn’t have much experience with kids, save for the few she had met while in Teyvat. And those kids are far from normal... She let out a little sigh of relief when Teucer relaxed, laying his head on her shoulder. 

“Are you tired too, Tonia?” Childe asked. She shook her head, tightening her grip on his hand, clutching a doll in the other. Teucer was hugging a hilichurl stuffed animal, and Anthon held an action figure of a Lawachurl.

Upon reaching the toy seller, the old woman at the counter smiled at Childe and Lumine. “You two have such beautiful children,” she said. 

Lumine almost dropped Teucer. What?! 

“Though I have to say, they do take after their father quite a bit,” she remarked. “A shame, seeing as the mother is so beautiful.” 

Before Lumine could explain, Childe spoke. “Yes, what a shame indeed—I completely agree,” he said while smiling. 

...WHAT?!

[part two]