#russian meddling

[porterdavis]

Paging Robert Mueller...

#election interference #russian meddling #robert mueller

[kp777]

#moldova #russian meddling #russian coup plot

[aperfectphantom]

I know this is just Eurovision but I guess it’s important to mention it’s not really a shock how much europe sucks up to israel. Like it was surprising to me in the moment (I felt that their song was average) but when you think about it… Europe did everything for israel. Like it wasn’t israel on their own taking palestine and fucking up those existing communities and stealing their land. And it’s still not just israel committing horrible crimes against Palestinians now. Europe has always had involvement in the Middle East and especially palestine. Israel would not be a thing without them. And they continue to give israel support so they can continue all this violence against Palestinians. Europe does not see palestine like they see Ukraine. They are so far removed from the horrors that Middle Eastern people experience. They speak about peace and then fund and supply israel with anything they need. Not to mention a lot of Israelis are originally European. And this doesn’t just apply to Eurovision, but also any competition or event israel is invited to. Everyone was so quick to boycott Russia from everything… surely israel should get the same treatment.

#Eurovision #Eurovision song contest #esc 23 #palestine #free palestine #and it goes without saying that most Israelis have nothing to do with it #just like a lot of Russian people don’t support what their government is doing #but surely the country should be held accountable for what they’re government does #and fuck europe honestly #passive aggressive meddling is still colonialist behaviour #it’s modern day imperialism

[greencheekconure27]

Another one.Offcourse it's a Trump supporter and offcourse they're pro-gun.Seriously could these ghouls at least keep their bullshit out of the tag so the rest of us don't have to see it

"Waaah Biden Is is taking away our American guns and giving them to Ukraine, where they might actually serve a purpose! But I wanna have all the guns!!!!!!"

#nevermind that's not how it works #far be it from me to meddle in US politics but honestly these people don't have the sense god gave the average chicken #us centrism #russian war on ukraine #trump supporters #gun regulation #us aid to ukraine

[yuri-alexseygaybitch]

Really I think the hysteria around Russian trollbots casting psyop wizard spells on every USAmerican who dares use the Internet can be dismissed by asking the simple question "is this as important as the people who want me to think it's important say it is?" Because the answer is categorically no. Even if you could prove beyond a reasonable doubt xyz random blogger with 100 followers is actually an IRA influence op trying to get people not to vote (so hard to do in a country that consistently has <50% voter turnout in every non-presidential election) you need to ask yourself what poses more of an existential threat: that or your own government and media crafting a narrative that any and all left-wing dissent is actually pernicious foreign meddling in Our Democracy and empowering themselves to take legal measures to "protect" it.

#also surprise it usually can't be proven beyond a reasonable doubt cause the US government loves lying

[shouts-into-the-void]

Got back into Durarara!! recently, and it's really funny to me that everything that seemed cool/kind of sinister about Izaya when I watched it in highschool vs. as an adult just seems really funny now.

Like, this is a 23 year old man with an untreated mental illness who runs around the city in a giant fur coat meddling with people's lives in the most destructive way possible while trying to avoid a debt collector who throws the nearest traffic sign at him every time they get within 5 miles of each other. He will not shut up about the gang war he's been setting up but nobody takes him seriously. His only friends are an borderline-yandere doctor who literally hung up on him when he got stabbed and the most unhinged high school student to ever exist who for some reason has not figured out that he maybe shouldn't trust this guy even though everyone around him is shouting it at him 24/7. He knows Russian for some reason and risks getting murdered to buy his favorite food.

Like, somebody get this man a prescription and stop trusting everything he says instead of letting him run around unsupervised

#izaya orihara #aka the ultimate cringefail #durarara #durarara!! #drrr #drrrx2 #durarara izaya #drrr izaya #mikado ryuugamine #shinra kishitani #durarara celty

[heavencanbeaprisontoo]

The Other Shelby Girl

Platonic!Shelby Siblings x reader

Headcanon/Imagine for a second Shelby Sister. Explores dynamics with each sibling based on of the reader were their older or younger sibling.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of war, violence, period-typical sexism, over-protective sibling drama.

Arthur

Older Sister:

You are the third most respected woman in Arthur’s life, which is greater than it sounds. First was Mum, then Polly. To be succeeded only by Polly in Arthur Shelby’s eyes is precious. He’s always looked up to you, but didn’t always show it. After the war, Arthur would come to rely on you heavily for emotional support. There were nights he would come to your home and no be able to speak. Where he would seem to turn back into a little boy, crying into your shoulder as he begs you not to speak of this to the others. When Arthur met Linda, you were one of the few to be supportive. You are Arthur’s greatest advocate, but his pride and Tommy’s influence make it hard to help him. When you have a family of your own, it’ll only make things harder. You often feel like you have to take sides. Still, you do what you think is best.

Younger Sister:

Depending on just how young you are, Arthur might try to put on like he’s your Dad. Arthur doesn’t always know how to talk to you. You’re just a young woman, he doesn’t feel like he can talk to you the way he does with John or Tommy. He wants to tease you and pick on you as he would with Finn, but he can’t. The moment you hit out your bottom lip and look like your feelings got hurt, Arthur is a flustered mess of a guilty brother. You might resist his attempts at being fatherly, or welcome them. Regardless, you can see that Arthur just wants you to know he’s a safe space for you. Maybe if you ask him nice enough, he’ll teach you how to draw horses like he used to. No matter how old you get, Arthur is the brother that still sees you as a little girl.

Thomas

Older Sister:

Before the war, Tommy only saw you as someone who nagged at him. The meddling older sister warning him away from throwing curses at people and fighting with the cops. After the war, you became something far more delicate than that. You became something like his conscience. That pleading voice that begged for peace and forgiveness that grows fainter every year. As adults, you swear sometimes he hates you. The way he disregards you and keeps you at arm’s length. In actuality, he’s only trying to avoid the shame your hopeful gaze gives him. It was you who tried to get the brothers to hide from the draft. It was you who told him getting involved in London affairs would be dangerous. You who told him not to accept anything from the Russians. You were always right. Always good. He also feels he must protect you because you know him when he was soft and weak. Aside from Polly, you’re the last person who ever heard him laugh.

Younger Sister:

He lumps you in with Ada without really meaning to. You and Ada are both younger, and are both girls. As such, you both have similar problems that have his head aching and his trigger finger itching. Two pretty girls tend to attract a lot of scummy men. You’re both so stubborn about not needing anything from him, which is bloody absurd. Of course you need his help. Whatever money you’re making doing legitimate work isn’t going to be enough to keep you safe. You have never gone on a single date without someone Peaky Blinder watching you. Arthur tries to give advice like he’s your dad, and Tommy drops rules on you like he’s your dad. He has absolutely said the phrase, “And where are you going dressed like that?” Tommy will kill your ex-boyfriends if asked, he already knows why you want them dead and he agrees. The only thing he likes more than you accepting his help is hearing you admit he was right.

John

Older Sister:

He is the little brother who reads your diary and eats your food after being told not to. As a kid, John was Hell on legs. As an adult, John is still Hell on legs but with children. Growing up, you spent a lot of time picking John up from police stations and headmaster offices. John stresses you out like he’s being bloody paid for it. But, he loves you dearly and you forgive him more often than you should. John has called you “Mum,” as a joke many times but it’s not quite a lie. As an adult, he is far more respectful towards you. He is one to bow his head when you lecture him about fatherhood and how his drinking is going to harm his children. John respects you enough to take his cap off when he enters your home. However, he’ll still gobble down any treats you’ve left out in the kitchen and have the audacity to say, “What?!” When you shout at him for it.

Younger Sister:

John will not only read your diary and eat your snacks, but he will loudly announce your crush the moment he finds out. Any reluctance Arthur has about picking on you is nonexistent in John. He is a fully grown man who is unafraid to tease you with schoolyard chants in public spaces. Has walked into your room while you were reading just to slap something off of your desk and run. John has spent so long as the younger brother, he has to get his kicks where he can. That said, nobody better say anything rude to you. Ever. One time, a mate of his simply repeated a mean name he had called you and John slugged him for it. Nobody is allowed to annoy you but him. John is obnoxious in an almost biblical sense, but he is the one to see you cry and ask: “Who did that to you.”

Ada

Older Sister:

Yet another sibling to boss her around. Excellent! Ada is one who would resist you trying to take care of her. She doesn’t want to hear your advice! She doesn’t need it! Until her first heartbreak and then she’s sobbing on your bed waiting for you to come home. Ada hates to feel dependent on others, but she does trust you. There’s something special about having a sister. You understand each other in a way your brothers never will. The fear that builds as a man walks a few yards behind you out in the streets at night. How every romance has that bitter taste as you think about all that you’ll lose if you were to get married. Ada gets her best advice from you, but you’re also her security. You were probably the one to start taking her to the movie theater. It’s likely that Ada imitates you subconsciously. When you got your hair bobbed, so did Ada. When you started wearing heels, so did Ada. She denies it, but it’s obvious that she follows your lead.

Younger Sister:

Might be a sad thing to say, but Ada didn’t think much of you until she had Karl. You were just this clinging little sister that everyone thought she was supposed to take care of. All you did was follow her about town and put your nose where it didn’t belong. Tommy probably found out about her and Freddie through you. You don’t mean to be annoying, you’re just lonely. Ada couldn’t see that until she had a child and a home away from Small Heath. The dynamic flips hard when Ada comes back to Small Heath. Ada is all about leading you in “the right direction,” and is very serious about your education. She essentially begs Tommy to set aside money for you to go to university when you express interest. You want to be in with the Peaky Blinders, though. Oh, God. You’re in your rebellious phase and Ada wants to shake you till you forget all about jazz and pretty boys with guns. You both adore each other, but you butt heads over where your life is going and who should have a say in what direction it goes.

Finn

Older Sister:

Between you, Polly and Ada, he’s almost got a mother. As a young boy, Finn has actually called for you as his mother by accident. It makes sense. You were often left in charge of him. To Finn, you are all that he knows. It’s often left to you to make sure he goes to school and stays out of trouble. You’ve spent many afternoons arguing with his teachers to give him a second chance. Finn needs that, someone to stick up for him. That doesn’t mean he always likes it though. Finn wants to be a gangster, like his older brothers. You want him to do literally anything but that. When Tommy, Arthur, and John, pick on him too much you are the one to back Finn up. He used to like it… until he was roughly twelve. What used to be you coming to his rescue has become you inadvertently humiliating him. You try to back off, but Finn makes poor choices for himself which require you to come save him. Therefore, the cycle continues.

Younger Sister:

You are the only one beneath him in the Shelby Family Pecking Order, and he lives for it. When Finn has a bad day, he takes it out on you. Why not? It isn’t like he had anyone else he can push around and be the boss of. So, he’ll cut your dolls’ hair, call you names, and make fun of the things you like. But only if there’s other boys who can see him do it. When he goes too far and you cry, he has to answer to all of your siblings and Polly. Finn picks on you to soothe his own ego. When it’s just you and Finn, he’s very quiet. You two can spend hours not talking but be perfectly happy. Finn likes to turn on the radio and just sit, listening to music or the results of a boxing match. Sometimes, he vents to you about how Tommy wouldn’t let him do this or do that. You always listen to him. Finn usually takes these quiet times to apologize for past pranks or insults. You always forgive him. It’s odd to you how your accepting of his apology seldom puts him in a better mood. Truth is, he’s very jealous of you.

#peaky blinders #thomas shelby #peaky blinders x reader #arthur shelby #peaky blinders headcanon #john shelby #ada shelby #ada thorne #finn shelby #peaky blinders x you #peaky blinders imagine #platonic

[highlights-of-the-lowlife]

ukraine already has two independence days, the commemoration of their independence from russia and the maidan revolution getting rid of deeply engrained russian meddling in their lives. lets hope for a trifecta in 2024 with kicking the russian army back on to their side of the border

#ukraine

[imsobadatnicknames2]

Regardless of whether the whole russian bot scare of 2016 was true or not, it permanently damaged a lot of tumblr users' ability to realistically gauge the russian governments' level of investment in meddling with social justice discourse and fandom drama in American social media.

[kp777]

#russia #fsb #moldova #russian meddling

[sydnikov]

Sunkissed (pt. 3)

Link to Part 1, Link to Part 2

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov/female!Reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Summary: Thanks to a few meddling friends, your anger and hurt towards Andrei begins to dissipate when you realize that not much about him had actually changed, and was still the same guy you used to remember. A playful day spent in the sun and a close conversation under the moon only brings the two of you closer, revealing the feelings Andrei had been dying to say since the moment he saw you again.

Warnings: Cursing, hinting of body dysphoria, vague hinting of sex in the end maybe?, angst, tooth-rotting fluff (y’know, the usual)

A/N: Don’t ask me why this was posted a month later than I said it would be 😶... Anywaysss, alas, the long-awaited part 3 is here!! If you’ve stuck around this long, I applaud you because I know it’s taken me forever to post this LOL please comment and reblog, ily all

Translations:

¹Солнышко - Little sun

The morning after the boys arrived was a hard one to wake up from. You weren’t able to sleep in, for instead you spent the night staring at your ceiling as the faint sounds of gentle breaths and soft words disrupted the silence you were used to.

When the beginning of sunrise finally appeared over the horizon, you just decided to get out of bed since you knew you wouldn’t be sleeping with the sun shining in your eyes. Heaving a sigh, you slid out of bed and threw on an old hoodie to keep the morning chill from nipping at your skin before quietly walking downstairs to the kitchen.

Lucky for you, the room was entirely empty as you were the first one awake. It wouldn’t be for long though, because rarely ever were hockey players able to sleep in due to their rigorous traveling schedules.

At least you had a few moments of silence, you breathed out a gentle sigh as you poured your coffee, the warmth from the mug welcome to your chilly palms as you propped a hip against the kitchen counter, staring at the ocean waves as they reflected the beginnings of early sunlight.

As the sun steadily climbed over the horizon, you took your time to think over what it was exactly you were feeling.

Or, rather, what you were feeling about Andrei.

Sad? No, but there was definitely a bittersweet taste on your tongue at being reunited with him.

Angry? Oh, most definitely, but really only at yourself.

Excited? You couldn’t really tell if you were being honest. The nervous butterflies in your stomach were something you were used to when around him, but your heart racing at the long looks he was giving you was something that definitely wasn’t there before.

And the way your breath hitched at the slow, heavy footsteps you recognized coming down the stairs wasn’t helping you figure out how to feel about said-Russian, either.

You didn’t turn as you heard him enter the kitchen, his footsteps coming to an abrupt stop as he most likely saw you standing by the window. You felt rather than heard the way his mouth opened as if he was looking to speak, but in not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere he luckily kept whatever he wanted to say to himself.

Though as he went to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, you couldn’t help but take a small peek. His hair was messy, and he was wearing a loose t-shirt that still managed to cling to every muscle on his body. Damn it.

“Good morning,” You quietly murmured in an attempt to ease the tension, hoping the sight of your tired eyes and messy bedhead wouldn’t suddenly deter him.

But Andrei still smiled, a small one full of endearment as he looked over your sleepy form and really, he couldn’t help but wonder how it took him so long to finally see what was right in front of him.

The meaning behind his look was lost on you—watching him watching you, you were slightly skeptical as to what he was thinking but simultaneously felt too tired to really care.

It didn’t matter what he thought of you anyway, right?

Right?

Andrei took a small sip of water, relishing in the way it soothed his throat. “What are you doing up so early?” He asked, having never remembered you to be much of a morning person.

Then again, as you pleasantly reminded him that night so long ago, he didn’t know everything about you, either.

You shrugged because even you didn’t really know the answer. “Couldn’t sleep much. Besides, I’ve already made a habit of waking up when the sun rises, so why stop now?” Your smile was lighthearted and honest, wanting nothing more than to fall back into playful banter like you used to.

“You? A morning person?” He tilted his head with a small grin. “The world has gone crazy.”

You scoffed playfully, rolling your eyes. “Shut up. You still don’t like coffee so I’d say we’re even.”

“Milkshakes are better.”

“That’s…” You shook your head, actually laughing, your mouth agape in disbelief. “That’s debatable.”

And the two of you stood there in the kitchen, giggling quietly and staring at each other as if you couldn’t believe the other was right there in front of you. Eventually, you both fell quiet, the comforting silence welcome as you reveled in being in each other’s presence again.

As you sipped your coffee, lost in thought and the serene beauty of the beach outside the window, you failed to notice Andrei’s longing gaze as he watched the morning light kiss your cheeks, wanting nothing more than to be able to hold you close under the warmth of the sun.

“Is the beach nice at this time of the year?” The Russian soon spoke up, and you turned to him with a glowing smile at the prospect of describing your new home to him, and with that Andrei could already tell how much this small strip of land along North Carolina’s coast meant to you.

“It’s amazing,” You gushed, and immediately you had his rapt attention. “The weather has just started to cool off so it isn’t unbearably hot anymore, and the water still feels amazing so it’s okay to go swimming.”

“Is it not hot all year long?” He asked with a slight tilt of his head, genuinely curious.

“We’re in North Carolina, ‘Drei, not the Bahamas.” The nickname slipped from your lips without a second thought, and once you realized what you said you almost wanted to take it back, but the way his face lit up had you returning his small grin.

You forgot how easy it was with him, and the amount of unresolved issues between you just... Didn’t matter at that moment. You had your best friend back, and you convinced yourself for now that that’s what was most important.

Andrei bit back his grin as he took another sip of water, feeling his heartbeat pick up at the sound of his old nickname falling from your lips. He’d missed you so much. It made his heart beat so fast that, in the heat of the moment, he tried sitting up, just about to open his mouth and—

“Good morning!”

Martin bounded down the staircase resembling an overexcited puppy, his hair the epitome of a rat’s nest, and the delicate moment shared between you and Andrei was gone.

The two of you shared a glance, him looking back at you with a slight raise of his eyebrow that let you know the two of you were thinking the exact same thing.

Martin, you little shit.

“Morning. Did you sleep well?” You asked your friend, biting back a yawn as you watched him pour his coffee.

“More or less,” The Czech player shrugged. “I never sleep well in different places, and the sun woke me up.”

You winced, smiling softly. You’d forgotten to warn them to keep their blinds closed as no matter where you were at the beach, if you didn’t have them shut then you had no chance of sleeping through it. “Yeah... Sorry about that, I forgot to warn you.”

Martin shrugged, an easy smile on his face as he finally turned to face you. “Sepe and Turbo are already up, I heard their voices from their rooms. They’ll probably be down in a bit.”

You couldn’t help the slight disappointment you felt at the news, because that meant the moment you shared with Andrei was now definitely gone.

It’s fine, though. Just friends. Remember?

Sure enough, a few minutes after Martin delivered the news, the three of you in the kitchen turned your heads as a sleepy Sebastian and Teuvo made their way down the stairs, looking like they just rolled out of bed even though they’d already been heard talking.

“Did the sun get you guys too?” Martin asked with a shit-eating grin, cheekily dodging the arm Sebastian swung to punch him in the side.

You snorted into your mug of coffee, watching Andrei step in to keep the grumpy Finns from jumping poor Martin. “Yes, yes, the sun is a bitch, now finish drinking your coffee so we can go to the beach.” Wisely, he ignored the disgruntled looks they sent him.

“What’s got you in a chipper mood?” Sebastian asked his teammate as he settled down beside Teuvo, narrowing his eyes at Andrei.

The centerman was perceptive enough to catch the quick look his Russian friend sent you at the counter, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes fondly because of course. Andrei went to open his mouth, but Sebastian just shook his head.

He already knew, anyway.

The group remained in the kitchen for a good several minutes after that, and once they all finished their coffee and breakfast they agreed to get ready to spend the day at the beach, with Teuvo even suggesting that they even grill outside.

You then proceeded to protest, saying that you didn’t have enough food to grill out… But then Teuvo opened the freezer to reveal several pounds of meat they had snuck in the night before.

And so here you were now, adjusting the straps of your swimsuit and trying to convince yourself that you looked fine. Maybe not model fine, but you looked okay, not as good as her but—

You stopped yourself quickly. No. You weren’t letting yourself go there. Not with Andrei here.

Casting yourself one last glance in the mirror, you released an anxious sigh before exiting your room, biting nervously at your lip as you heard numerous voices downstairs. But luckily, they all seemed preoccupied with packing water and snacks, leaving you to slowly battle your anxiety because these were your friends. They had never judged you before, so why would they now?

Sebastian asking for your help without even spending more than a second looking at you reminded you of this fact, and you were able to reluctantly calm your nerves as you helped him stuff a cooler full of ice.

Only, the anxious flips and somersaults your stomach had been doing earlier came back tenfold when you heard Andrei coming down the stairs, and you hoped your stumble as you tried lifting a box wasn’t noticeable.

Except these were your best friends, and they noticed everything.

“Hey, you okay?" Sebastian asked quietly, peeking his head around the counter to get a better look. He’d heard the rather loud fumble of the box in your arms and when he looked over, he saw you anxiously wringing your hands together with a troubled look on your face.

You opened your mouth, attempting to respond but words just wouldn’t come. You couldn’t stop your eyes from looking over at Andrei where, unsurprisingly, he looked mouthwatering in his swim trunks.

Sebastian saw your eyes drop to your body, and it clicked almost immediately. “Hey, hey, look at me,” He quickly approached you, gently tilting your face up with his hands when you wouldn’t meet his eyes. “You’re beautiful, okay? And amazing and thoughtful and everything a bunch of idiots like us could ever want.”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile, your eyes watery as you shook your head so he would stop his sweet ramblings. Your face was on fire from his rigorous complimenting, but your thoughts were silenced and you were reminded once more of how thankful you were to have your best friends here with you. “Rosa’s a really lucky girl, you know that?”

Sepe shook his head, a small grin on his face.

“Thank you, Sepe.” Sebastian needn’t respond with words, for the bright smile he sent you was enough.

Breaking free from the bubble of insecurity that held you captive before, you cast a quick glance around you to find that nobody else had seen the delicate moment you and Sebastian shared.

Not that it would have mattered, but… You looked towards Andrei again, but instead of your stomach churning with nerves and self-consciousness, you only felt tingles of excitement and anticipation.

Feeling better with Sebastian’s words running through your head, you finished packing for the day with the rest of the boys and finally began to make your way out through the convenient back entrance of the house, adding yet another reason to relentlessly thank your friend later on for letting you stay.

The sun was harsh as you made your way toward the water, but luckily the breeze did its job in cooling you down. It also helped that it was early September, leaving the weather more bearable.

This didn’t stop the sand from heating up to unbearable temperatures, though, as early September was still hot.

Practically all four boys let out various sounds of pain as their feet came in contact with the sand, for while Europe got scorching hot in the summer, too, it was nothing compared to living in the southern United States.

Andrei cursed in Russian, Sebastian made some weird strangled noise of distress, and Teuvo and Martin just sprinted toward the water.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to laugh or ask them if they were okay.

“How do you stand it?” Andrei asked, out of breath as he hurriedly stepped onto the towel you set down for him.

You shrugged, biting back a smile. “You get used to it after a while.” You spread out your own towel over the sand. “And it helps that I didn’t grow up in Russia.” You raised an eyebrow at Andrei, your smile mischievous.

“Russia still gets hot, you know,” He said, watching as you began scrounging around in your bag.

“And yet you still act like you’ve never walked on a beach before,” You retorted, not even bothering to hide your smile at his scoff. “Hey, have you seen the sunscreen? I could have sworn I brought it,”

“Is this it?” He asked after reaching into one of the bags, and sure enough he was holding the bottle of sunscreen. Right as you thanked him and went to grab it, Andrei suddenly yanked his hand back and held the sun protection just out of your reach.

“Andrei,” You warned, narrowing your eyes.

“Take it back first,” He grinned, watching you scrunch your nose in confusion. “About me having never walked on a beach.”

You crossed your arms. “Why would I take something back that’s true?” Your tone was serious, but your expression was lighthearted and playful as you watched your friend narrow his eyes in challenge.

Andrei shrugged, a faux innocent expression on his face. “Come get it, then.” He waved his arm with the sunscreen out of your reach, watching you scowl with a shit-eating grin.

You both knew he was practically double your size and thus made trying to beat him in, well, anything physical was bound to end up in failure.

But, damn it, you wanted your sunscreen, and maybe you didn’t particularly have a problem with tackling him to get it, either.

You stared at him for several moments, and when Andrei’s eyes darted away for a mere second, that’s when you lunged. With an evil grin, you fell face-first onto his chest and sent the two of you flying into the sand. Andrei let out a girlish scream as you climbed up his chest, your bodies shaking with unrestrained giggles as even with your hand on his face, he still managed to keep the sunscreen just out of your reach. “Damn it, Andrei!” You screeched as suddenly you lost your balance, conveniently landing on the sand right next to him, and not one to waste an opportunity Andrei quickly took advantage of your momentary distraction to trap you beneath him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, panting with exertion as he leaned over you with a mischievous smile while you scowled at him from below. “Did you want this?” He waved the sunscreen above your head, and when you tried to make a grab for it he quickly pinned your arms to the ground.

You opened your mouth to protest, a meager insult on the very tip of your tongue as you stared up at his eyes, and that’s when you suddenly realized how… Close you were. With his face merely inches from yours and his body pressing down into your every nook and cranny, you had a hard time reminding yourself of all the reasons why being in this position was a bad, bad idea.

But you were always weak when it came to Andrei, even after all this time away… Your face heated up as your eyes remained locked, and before you did something stupid (like kiss him) you kneed him in the stomach, delighting in the pained grunt he let out before you quickly took back the sunscreen and retreated to a safe distance away.

You grinned triumphantly as the Russian sat back down with a frown. “Thank you!” You said, ignoring his defeated muttering as you turned around to finally relax in peace.

Though with Andrei settling down beside you on his own towel, it was practically impossible to ignore his presence and the lingering tension between you. That moment you shared before… It was close, almost too close.

You felt like you’d finally reached an equilibrium with him, and you didn’t want to mess it up with any more close calls like these. The last thing you needed was more ammo to start a fight.

You pretended that you couldn’t feel his eyes burning into the side of your face as you readjusted your sunglasses and laid on your towel. You weren’t sure what was running through his mind and weren’t sure if you wanted to find out, either.

A couple of hours passed quietly, with nothing but the sounds of passing seagulls and the rising and crashing of the waves creating a serene atmosphere that lulled you to sleep. It was that stage of REM where you were just at the cusp of consciousness to be aware of your surroundings—aware enough to hear the sounds of footsteps walking through the sand.

But you were so comfortable… There was a nice breeze going that contrasted nicely with the heat, and you really just didn’t feel like moving even when you recognized a voice to be Sebastian’s.

“You coming, ’Drei?” he said, and from what you could gather without opening your eyes was gulping down fresh water.

A colony of seagulls passed overhead and their cries stole your attention for a moment, long enough for you to realize the two men beside you were still talking when you finally tuned back in.

“—asleep?”

“No—actually, wait, yes, I think so,”

It was Andrei’s voice, speaking from somewhere beside you.

“What?” you said, your voice nothing more than a mutter as you gathered the energy to awaken. “‘M not asleep,”

Squinting against the harsh glare of the sun, you honed in on Andrei’s face which currently had a smirk on it. “You have sand on your cheek.”

Sebastian snorted, and you hurriedly rubbed the sand off your face.

“Ass,” you mumbled with little mirth, turning away when you felt the beginnings of a smile break through your faux irritation.

The Finnish centerman settled down on the towel on Andrei’s right just as the Russian leaned over to poke you in your most ticklish spot. “But I’m your ass,” he replied cheekily, avoiding the arm you swung to hit him with.

Teuvo and Martin soon approached, the latter stomping through the sand and Teuvo, to no one’s surprise, sneaking around the back. “Stop flirting with each other and go back to sleep, Jesus,” Martin said, plopping down right in between you and Andrei.

Several chuckles came from the others, and then, “Pass me the chips, yeah?”

The five of you continued relaxing and reveling in the atmosphere of the beach, with you eventually laying back to read a book as Sebastian and Teuvo floated in the water while Martin and Andrei played volleyball. It was comical because you couldn’t decide between watching the two Finns get pummeled by the waves or Martin and Andrei hitting the volleyball as hard as they possibly could at each other.

Holding back your laugh when Martin launched the volleyball right past Andrei’s head, you looked up from the book you’d barely read a page of and saw the sunset, which had turned the horizon a brilliant shade of pink with fiery streaks of orange and golden yellow painting the sky.

You’d lived on the Outer Banks for many months now, and yet the sight never failed to take your breath away. There was something special about sharing the wonders of your home with the people closest to you that made the moment that much more memorable, you thought.

As you stood there, eyes lit with the glow of the sun, Andrei happened to look up from retrieving the volleyball Martin had blasted across the beach and had the breath practically stolen from him.

Because there you stood, hair blowing with the wind and your body outlined by the fading sunset in the horizon, and he was struck with yet another regretful thought of wondering how and why he had let you go.

Martin shouted an offensive name his way, and Andrei watched as you turned towards the duo, a bright shade of pink dusting your cheeks when you realized you’d caught the Russian staring. He opened his mouth to speak, but yet again was interrupted by his teammates.

“What the fuck is taking you so long—” Martin complained.

Sebastian had a smirk on his face as he exited the water. “He’s occupied, Neci,”

“Who’s occupied by what?” Teuvo, following Sebastian and as clueless as ever, asked.

Andrei threw the volleyball at Martin’s head. “I hate all of you.”

If the saying, ‘boys will be boys’, had a definition, you had a feeling it looked something like this.

Ducking your head to hide the flush of your face, you quickly changed the topic. “Ready to head back? The sun is setting now so it’s going to get pretty chilly.”

They agreed, and after packing up all of the beach equipment you had brought down – not without interruptions, of course, as biteless insults followed by playful punches kept the group distracted – you trudged back to the beach house.

Teuvo disappeared somewhere inside, and Andrei and Sebastian headed to the backyard to start up the grill with all of the frozen meat they’d smuggled in the night they arrived. You and Martin, meanwhile, were enjoying being back in an air-conditioned room and were content to watch the two hockey players outside argue over what to grill first.

“Sebastian has probably already said this already, but you’re different,” The right-winger said, looking at you curiously.

You took another sip of water. “You mean a good different, right? I would hate for all this self-healing to go to waste…”

Martin laughed. “No, definitely a good different. After… Everything that happened back in Raleigh, it’s good to see you so happy.”

You smiled appreciatively at your friend, and it was silent between the two of you for a moment. Then, you couldn’t help the way your eyes shifted back outside to the main reason ‘everything’ made you move away in the first place.

“He seems different, too. In a good way.”

“He wasn’t the same after you left,” Martin stated, boldly. “Julia was good to him, do not get me wrong, but…” he trailed off, looking at you as if he wasn’t sure he was supposed to be explaining this to you in the first place.

You stopped pretending Andrei didn’t occupy at least ninety percent of your thoughts, though, so you couldn’t help but pry for more information about him. “But what?”

The Czech player grinned, then, as if he had a secret he wasn’t going to let you be privy to.

“She wasn’t you.”

There was a triumphant shout from outside that interrupted the moment, and the two of you turned to find Andrei gleefully placing steak on the grill while Sebastian was crossing his arms with a scowl.

“Looks like Fishy lost to Svech,” Teuvo suddenly appeared, and you squeaked as you jumped around to find him standing next to Martin as if he’d been there the entire time.

The left-winger looked at you innocently, sipping from the glass of water he’d taken from the counter. His introvertedness was something that had drawn you to him in the first place, why you got along so well—and it was also the reason you had mini heart attacks every time he snuck up on you.

“What?” the Finn asked, looking between you and his teammate curiously. Martin grinned, exchanging silent words with him. “Nothing. Should we go join Sepe and Svechy before they actually start hitting each other?”

You nodded immediately, Martin’s words still playing on repeat in your mind. She wasn’t you. What did he mean by that?

The next thing you knew you were sitting outside on the patio, five chairs surrounding the fire pit crackling at a steady pace. The steak the boys had cooked was delicious, and the conversation easily kept your mind off of what happened inside earlier.

“You totally have blisters on your feet,” 

“Do not!”

“The bottoms of your feet are red, Martin,”

You and the other three boys dissolved into laughter at the look of disgruntlement on the Czech player’s face, but even he couldn’t resist the hilarity of the situation and let out a few chuckles, too.

The wind had slowed down by this point, leaving the fire to crackle and spread its warmth all around. Sunburns by fire were, in fact, a thing, so while everyone else was absorbed in conversation you quietly slipped away to give your overheated skin a break.

Your absence, however, did not go unnoticed.

As you quietly snuck past the gate that led to the beach, Andrei’s eyes immediately locked onto you as you ventured down the beach and watched until your figure was no longer visible.

Mildly concerned but most of all curious, he too slipped away while Martin, Sebastian, and Teuvo were in a heated debate over who got the best tan.

Sinking his feet into the cool sand, Andrei took a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dark before searching for you, eventually locating your figure standing at the water’s edge.

Silently, he approached from behind before moving to stand next to you. He didn’t offer any words, content to merely be in your presence, and you only shot him a quick glance before turning back to the ocean.

If you were being honest, you weren’t surprised at all to find Andrei joining you. You kind of expected it, was hoping for it, almost.

The rate at which you were falling for your best friend all over again scared you like nothing else before, but here, in your home, surrounded by peace and love and friends who supported you?

It almost made you forget what brought you back here in the first place, why Andrei and feelings just didn’t mix.

So, you said nothing. You stared straight ahead, at the stars’ reflection over the dark water, the lulling sound of the waves filling what would have been an awkward silence.

But, Andrei, ever the extrovert between the two of you… The silence was killing him, your silence was killing him. Even after months he still knew you like the back of his hand and knew you were deliberately holding back.

He just had to find a way to convince you that he was worth it—even if he hadn’t been, before.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice just barely loud enough to be heard over the waves.

You looked at him in confusion. “For what? You haven’t done anything.” And, truly, he hadn’t. Andrei was clean in your book; you’d finally started to forgive and forget, willing to leave it all in the past. The determined look on his face, however, said he had every intention of visiting that torturous night you tried so hard to forget all over again.

“Not now. I haven’t done anything now. But back then, the night of my engagement,” Andrei grumbled out that last word. “I was terrible. There was no excuse, is no excuse. You mean everything to me and yet I treated you like nothing.”

You stared at him as a torrent of emotion crashed through your body like the ocean waves. And yet, with the wind making a disastrous mess of your hair with the moonlight outlining the soft lines of your face, Andrei had never been more in love.

How dare he get engaged to another woman when you had been right here in front of him all along?

“What?” you managed to squeak, mind racing to process the words that just left his mouth. “What are you saying?” you said, softer, almost afraid to hear his answer.

You were taking a chance as you stepped closer to him, trying to get a better look at his face. He was opening up to you, for real, this time, and you wanted to make sure you understood every word that left his mouth.

“I didn’t realize then how my words damaged you. How what I said only pushed you away when I meant to do the opposite,” his volume was only a touch above the roar of the waves, and yet you were still drowning.

“And I didn’t realize how much you meant to me—mean to me, because every time I stared into Julia’s eyes I only saw yours. I guess that wasn’t enough for me to connect the dots.

“When you left that day,” he took your hands in his own, tangling them together. “You took a piece of me with you. You own my heart, ¹Солнышко, and I am so sorry it has taken me this long to realize it.”

There it was again, that name. Solnishko. Little sun. You hadn’t heard that nickname since the night of your big fight, and it lit something back up inside your heart you hadn’t even realized had gone dark.

Your eyes welled with tears, and still, Andrei had never seen a more beautiful sight. He moved closer, slowly bringing his arms up so you could move away if you wanted, and when you didn’t—he did the one thing he’d wanted to do the moment he first saw you again.

Andrei pulled you into his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other wrapped around your waist for the contact he’d been yearning for. He took in a shaky breath, kissed the top of your hair, and whispered sweet nothings to you as you cried.

And your body shook, hands gripping the soft fabric of his shirt because you were never letting him go again.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m here now.”

“Don’t leave me again. I can’t take it. Not now—”

“I’m not going anywhere. Never again, I promise.”

As your voice cracked on another sob, Andrei moved his hands to cradle your cheeks, bringing your foreheads together. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured.

If you were Andrei’s sun, then he was your moon. He was your calm, your safety, your anchor as the deep blue did its hardest to rattle you.

Your laugh was wet as you cracked open your puffy eyes, moving your hands atop his and clutching them like they were your lifeline. “You’re just trying to butter me up so you don’t have to kidnap me to take me back home.”

Andrei didn’t deny it. He shrugged, biting his lip to hide a smile as he brushed the hair out of your face. “Hopefully I won’t have to go that far. I’ll go wherever you are, even if I have to drive two hours every day to see you.”

You pulled back at that, pretty sure your hair was tangled from the wind but not really caring how you looked at the moment. “You’re sure?” you asked.

Andrei nodded. Yet, your insecurity persisted.“But what about—”

He interrupted you by slamming your lips together, rendering you speechless. Happily picking up on your slack, his lips soon turned gentle rather than demanding, loving, and then slowly pulled back with only a sliver of air left between you.

“Don’t say her name when I’m with you,” he breathed, eyes lit with a passionate blaze. “She’s gone. It’s only you, it’s only ever been you.”

You huffed, feeling another onslaught of tears coming. “How did you know what I was going to say?”

“Because I know you. I love you.” The Russian stepped closer.

“‘Drei,” you said, voice bordering on a whine. “I don’t think—”

“Please don’t shut me out. Not now, when I just got you back,” Andrei interrupted desperately, seeing right through the apprehension on your face.

You laughed wetly, rubbing the tear tracks from your cheeks. “And here I was, finally moving on, and now is when you decide to throw me for a loop.”

The Russian looked a little confused, unsure of what to make the smile on your face paired with the perceived harshness of your words. “Do you remember our fight?” you then asked, not giving him a chance to even think through your last sentence.

He nodded his head warily, again taking your hands in his own. “I try not to,” he admitted. “I hate thinking of how much I hurt you.”

“Do you remember what I said to you that started it?”

“You said you loved me,” he replied almost immediately, and you watched the way his eyes seemed to fall quickly after.

He thought you were going to say you didn’t love him, not anymore.

“I still do,” You knew you made the right decision the moment his head shot up, surprise and adoration coloring his face at your confession. “I don’t think I ever stopped, even though—”

Andrei, yet again, interrupted you with a toe-curling kiss that left you dizzy, flustered, and ecstatic all at once. “You just made me the happiest man in the world.”

You laughed, finally letting yourself lean into his body and let him support your weight. He was comforting, and he kept you warm in the unrelenting wind.

A round of obnoxious cheering came from the beach house, the sound breaking the bubble you and Andrei were in. You tensed up again at the reminder that you weren’t alone, not really, and you were going to have to face the world again, only this time with Andrei by your side.

The forward said your name and your eyes fluttered back to him nervously to find him watching you with concern. “You’re tense,” he said, rubbing one of your shoulders as he towered over you.

You let out an anxious breath, trying to relax your shoulders at Andrei’s touch. “Sorry. I’m just… What does this mean, now? For us?”

“Well,” he said, gently tugging your right hand so you’d intertwine it with his. “We’re going to let the boys settle their bet once they see us together—”

“They were betting on us?” You balked. Of course they were.

Andrei merely shot you a grin before continuing. “Then we’re going to enjoy the rest of this break, and then I will take you back to Raleigh with me so I can show everyone that you’re mine now.” Upon seeing the look on your face, he quickly clarified. “If you want to come back, that is,”

You merely raised an eyebrow.

“I won’t make you, if that’s what you want. I know you love it here, and—”

It was your turn to interrupt him as you reached up to drag him down by the collar of his shirt and reassure him of your desire. He let you lead the kiss, groaning at the slow, teasing drag of your lips before you abruptly pulled back.

“I have to get things settled here, say goodbye to my mom again, but… I want to come back,” You bit your lip at the heat in his eyes, knowing what your words were doing to him. “I miss the guys. I miss Raleigh, and I miss being there with you.”

“Okay,” Was the only word he seemed to be capable of speaking, looking at you as if he still couldn’t quite believe you were in front of him. “Okay,” he repeated, more confident as he laced his fingers with yours.

The two of you shared a smile with hope and excitement for the future, knowing that this was only the beginning of your story together. How stupid of you to think how you thought it ended oh-so-long ago…

You made your way back to the beach house slowly, reveling in the long, meaningful glances and soft smiles witnessed by no one but the stars. Your bubble of privacy was strong until you both became visible and then it was broken by one of the guys yelling, “Fucking finally!”

Rolling your eyes, you merely scoffed as you opened the gate and met them back at the pit. “Oh, shut up,”

Andrei’s eyes sparkled with the firelight, skin flushed pink with the onslaught of teasing he was receiving from his teammates. As you settled into the same chair, they said he was whipped and already looked lovesick, and the hooting and hollering only picked up as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Most of all they were ecstatic; their two best friends had finally found their way back to each other after months of hopeless pining.

Andrei too looked happy, as if all worries had left his mind in the short time he’d been here. It warmed your face just thinking about when you'd have the night alone, knowing he was going to make it up to you with more than just his words alone.

And there was a distinct glow on his cheeks, too, you thought, visible despite the lack of natural lighting.

Andrei asked if he was sunburnt, having felt the unrelenting heat in his skin. “No,” you said, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in his eyes. “I think you’re just sunkissed.”

A/N 2: I think this is the first time I’ve felt happy with how I’ve ended a fic. Now y’all see why I changed the title though 😏 I think I managed to wrap it up pretty well, and with how many asks I got on if I was gonna finish this series y’all better blow this tf up 🔫 (kidding!! But not really)

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[ladywaffles]

Dearest lamby what about icemav + 1 for the drunken love confessions if it inspires?

i am so sorry this is literal months late but i hope you enjoy!

“I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?”

Slider is the first of them to get married.

He’s the last of them to settle down.

Merlin and his girl have done everything but the big white wedding; Maverick, who despite all evidence to the contrary, is a good, Church-going boy, looked like a cartoon character with his eyes bugged out when he realized that Merlin and Sandra had been together for the better part of two decades and hadn’t gotten married. They’re on their third kid and second house, and they have no intention of tying the knot any time soon.

It had become clear sometime around the time the Berlin Wall fell that Ice and Maverick were never going to have a formal wedding ceremony.

At least, it appeared that way to Slider. Ice and Maverick were circling in a stupidly elaborate mating dance that involved constantly competing on their hops and calling each other dumbass and denigrating their respective ability to operate a jet, while also glaring down any aviator who ever jumped in on the conversation—even just to tease!—as if to say, No, you fucker, you are not a part of this. You do not get to call this man lesser-than just because I can, you are not me, you have not earned the right to look at us.

It took a while, but Mav and Ice finally got their shit together (thanks in no small part to Slider and Merlin’s meddling, you’re welcome, asshats), and sure, they can’t get married in any way that the government would recognize, but somewhere along the line they turned into boring DINKs who doted on Bradshaw’s kid when they were stateside.

So Slider’s the first one to get married, and therefore the first one to get a bachelor party. They’re well into their mid-thirties, and it’s the first bachelor party they’ve ever thrown.

Well, except for Maverick, who was one of only two witnesses to Nicholas and Carole Bradshaw’s elopement, and who loved both the bride and groom so much that he wasn’t going to let the occasion go by without a Maverick-sized bang.

So God help him, Slider puts his fate into Maverick’s hands. It’s not the first time in his life, and it certainly won’t be the last, but giving Maverick free rein still sends a chill down his spine. He’s not a bad guy—Slider never would’ve let Ice get tangled up with him if he weren’t—but there’s something about him that could make even the most hardened naval aviator flinch.

They start off the night at a respectable Navy bar. Maverick buys them all a round of shots, and with a smirk, breaks out one of the three phrases he knows in Russian (To our health!) and downs the shot in one go. Slider, Ice, and Merlin follow suit. He has to fight a grimace when he comes back up. The asshole bought them vodka, even though the only one of them who still has a taste for it is Ice.

Typical.

Three hours and two bars later, Slider has regrets. He can’t remember how many drinks he’s had, and he hasn’t seen Merlin in at least forty-five minutes. He wants to be concerned about that, but he can’t bring up the energy to care. Mitchell’s all but killed his liver.

He stumbles through the crowd towards the bar, because he thinks he remembers seeing Ice’s stupidly-spiked, gelled hair around there. God, he hopes he still has his wallet on him somewhere. He crashes into a stool and hoists himself up, flagging down a bartender for a glass of seltzer, and she doesn’t charge him for the service. He must be really shitfaced if that’s the case.

He lifts his head when he hears Ice’s voice through the din.

“Mav, Mav!” he laughs. He slurs over the a just a bit, and oh, Ice must be really out of it if he’s tripping over his words.

Slider turns his head slowly to get Ice’s attention, and instead is treated to the image of Mitchell’s shortstack frame trying to support all six-foot-oh of Ice against the bartop.

“I like your stupid face,” Ice says, staring Mitchell down with all the intensity of a bird of prey. “It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?”

Ice lifts a hand but is too uncoordinated to follow through. Slider snorts, drawing Maverick’s attention.

“Slider! Hey, buddy! How was your night?” he asks cheerfully, holding onto Ice’s waist.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to kill me,” Slider returns.

“Aw, but that’s how you know I care! C’mon, we gotta get the Iceman home before he ralphs in the bathroom. You know he’d hate to do that.”

So Slider helps his pilot and his wingman into a taxi at the end of the night and falls face-first into the couch in Ice’s living room like he’s still the twenty-something he was when they met, while Maverick wrangles Ice into bed.

And if he hears Maverick’s overly-loud whispering and Ice’s grunted responses from down the hall in the darkest hours, just before dawn, “Do you know what you said at the bar? I wanted to laugh, but you were so sincere, Ice. God. You really can’t hold your alcohol like I can anymore. Benefits of teaching TOPGUN! I like your face, too, Ice. I’ll always like your face. It’s a good face. I love you, Ice,” well…

Perhaps he’s too drunk to remember it in the morning.

#top gun #icemav #lamby.prompt

[xinhua-jun]

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it's skull, skull is the third party who gets involved bc he's the only who has the emotional intelligence to notice the problem and the lack of self preservation to put himself in the line of fire

There are some pros and cons to being a civilian suddenly thrust into not only the cursed mafia world, but also the cursed mafia world.

Pros: he gets paid to do what he loves—to play out his stunts in a setting where he doesn’t have to hold back so as to not to raise civilian suspicions about his condition, while also getting all of the acclaim when his subordinates genuinely shower him with it.

(Was it a mindfuck when some clown just showed up in his living room trying to reclute him? Yes. Is it dangerous? Yes. But if there’s anything the great Skull-sama loves, it’s a good challenge!)

Cons: once in a while he has to spend time in the vicinity of some less-than-desirable individuals, who consider him—him!—to be the less-than-desirable individual. The nerve!

(He’s not factoring Kawahira’s little misadventure, specifically, into this; getting turned into a toddler isn’t any weirder than being able to regenerate his body and coming back to life in his books.

Now that they’re out of the woods and he can laugh about it, he can begrudgingly admit—in the safety of his mind—that Checker Face did it for a noble cause, despite going about it in a not-so-hot fashion. If Skull were a millennia old being, he would play Russian roulette with some douchebags and give them body dysmorphia just for shits and giggles.

Skull will, however, complain about the acquaintances it left him with, as much as he wants, for as long as they’re assholes—which is shaping up to be for a very, very long time.)

The delightful but ultimately exasperating shit show that are one Sawada Tsunayoshi and Reborn-senpai does not fall into either of those categories, but in a secret, third, second-option-adjacent thing: idiots in love who, despite being more in sync with each other’s emotions than anyone could ever wish to be with their partner’s, couldn’t be more out of touch with their feelings if they tried. (And Skull has seen some paradoxes in his time, okay?)

All of this is relevant because, ultimately, despairingly, he’s gonna have to intervene. Jesus fucking Christ.

None of Tsuna’s little Elements, let alone any of Skull’s former colleagues—or anyone else who could, for that matter—is gonna do jack shit about it. They’re all either too emotionally constipated themselves, too scared of Reborn to dare going against him, or too willing to let them ‘go at their own pace’ (as if that will ever lead anywhere!).

So. It all falls into his hands to do something about it.

Does Skull win anything by meddling? Not in the slightest. On the contrary—

“I do not get paid enough for this shit,” Skull groans. “I do not get paid at all for this shit.”

If anything, he’s risking death by Reborn-senpai!

But he owes it to Tsuna, because despite being obviously influenced by Reborn in more ways than anyone would like, he has never, not even once, been unkind to Skull. Even before the whole Representative Battles happened—and that’s a whole other debt he needs to repay.

Unlike anybody else who has ever interacted with both Skull and Reborn, Tsuna has never once lacked basic human decency. (Skull wishes he had lacked basic human decency; he wouldn’t feel so morally obligated to protect the kid’s heart then.)

Enma pats his back in comfort when Skull hides his face in the other’s shoulder. Earnestly, he says, “I think you’re doing something truly honorable, senpai,” because he’s seen those two and knows what Skull has to deal with; more so than Skull, actually, because while Skull can just fuck-off whenever they get unbearable, Enma lives here and still has to interact with them on a daily basis.

What the fuck.

Skull raises his head long enough to look at him. “How do you deal with it, Enma-kun?”

Like the true child soldier he is—and he’s not gonna open that can of worms at the moment; Jesus, why did he even have to think about it?! One emotional crisis at a time, please!—Enma stares off into space before solemnly saying, “I grew up with Adel and Julie,” like that answers anything.

It kinda does, funnily enough.

“Ne, ne, Enma-kun,” Skull wheedles, getting an idea.

But Enma shakes his head, smiling apologetically before he can even say anything else. “I can’t help you with this,” he says, soothing the sting of his betrayal by running gentle fingers through Skull’s nape. “I grew up with Adel and Julie,” he reiterates meaningfully.

It takes Skull a moment.

“That bitch,” he says with an offended gasp. “She told you not to get involved, didn’t she?!”

Enma tugs gently at a lock in reproach. “Be nice to my sister.”

Skull pouts. Enma’s eyes soften. The fond amusement in his expression makes Skull’s stomach flutter.

(Maybe he has indigestion or something? He’ll have to pick up some Otha’s Isan on his way back.)

“If it makes you feel better, I will cheer you on every step of the way, okay? So hang in there, senpai.”

That does make him feel better.

If nothing else, Skull will at least have a cute little kouhai to come back to and be comforted by when this inevitably blows up on his face.

“Well,” Skull says, revisiting his earlier thoughts. He leans into Enma’s touch, feeling rejuvenated. “If there’s anything the great Skull-sama loves, it’s a good challenge!”

#🎐 #khr #skull #r27 #s00 #if you squint #(I know that’s Squalo’s shorthand but I only ever used the Arcobaleno’s initial so‚‚‚ rip) #that one sneaked up on me ngl but I’m not mad about it #anonymous #things I write #won't you stick around with me? #skull de mort: matchmaker extraordinaire #skull has no self preservation and all the intention to help his (begrudging) loved ones #hahahahahahaha #thanks for the prompt nonnie #sorry I’m just answering now!

[riaisnotok]

☆Adressing songs to TH members 🫶🏽☆

A/N: got bored :P Also, maybe I spell some wrong, sorry

Bill

Cemetery Drive - MCR

Love you to death - Type 0 negative

Lovestick >.< - traian

My love mine all mine - mitski

Bimbo Doll - Tila Tsoli

I miss you - blink-182

You're all I want - Cigarettes after s

Ecstasy - SU1CIDAL-IDOL

Teenage Battlefield - Johan Palm

Microphone - Millionaires

Superstar - Toy-Box

Beauty School - Deftones

Careless Whisper - George Michael

Angeleyes - ABBA

Wake me up when September ends - Green Day

Tom

Animal - Jake Webber

Te caut - traian

Shut up and drive - Rihanna

Parfum de fericire - Delia

Love songs (They kill me) - Cinema Bizarre

Doktorspiele - Alex C

About a girl - Nirvana

Do you wanna.. - Byz (I didn't want to include this one here 😞)

Older - Isabel LaRosa

Like a star - Fly Project

De ce plâng chitarele - O-Zone

Paradise City - GNR

Stacy's Mom - Fountains of Wayne

Gustav

Heavy metal lover - Lady Gaga

Banana Bay - Crispy

I bet on losing dogs - Mitski

You're my heart, you're my soul - Modern Talking

Sună periculos - A.S.I.A

Russian Lullaby - Toy-Box

Mr. Originally - Simplu

Don't Cry (Original) - GNR

Runaway - Bon Jovi

All American Nightmare - Hinder

Just like you - Three Days Grace

Cowboys from hell - Pantera

Pretty in pink - The Psychedelic Furs

Georg

Radio - Lana Del Rey

Spaceman - Bambee

Photograph - Def Leppard

Butterfly - SMiLE.dk

Meddle About - Chase Atlantic

Diet Mountain Dew - Lana Del Rey

Prom Dress - Millionaires

Élan - Nightwish

Do I wanna know? - Arctic Monkeys

Dancing Queen - ABBA

21 Guns - Green Day

Silver - Nirvana

Take on me - a-ha

Too late for Love - Def Leppard

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