#i also fucking hate cabbage in every form!
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for the ask game how about both seth and yomi?
MY BOYS >:))))))) THE BOYS
Seth:
favorite thing about them
I can't. fucking. The poncho that tricked me into believing he's a short king but he's like fucking 5'9. The glowy hood belts. How he looks like he's gonna keel over any minute. The bouquet. Him needing to use a megaphone since he just mumbles me too buddy I was pointing at the screen saying "me too buddy" when Yomi was being Yomi about his voice ME TOO BUDDY (it's fine I forgave him). Him taking bribes from the Nail Man because his boss told him to and how he saw nothing suspicious about it. Him ALSO trying to make a deal with the detectives when they get close to finding out. Him being a literal saint compared to all the other peacekeepers (what is wrong with them) and kiiiiiiiind of actually doing his job. His monocle. That shit eating smile. The green. Him existing in (and making) the best chapter in RC. Him getting hit with a helmet so hard he bleeds (guess by who). Him getting progressively less intimidating and more pathetic and cringefail with every scene he's in. The concerning Burroughs family loading screen trivia. Him being good at chess and liking wind instruments. Him hating untuned instruments. His birthday being in pride month. His winx enchantix form in the ML. Should I keep going
least favorite thing about them
How he appeared completely unannounced out of fucking nowhere to be the best character in the game in like 4 scenes total and they then just. hauled him off.
The disrespect is unbelievable I was in denial the whole game every chapter I was waiting for him to show up again. He's not even the only peacekeeper that shows up out of nowhere and then we never see them again, hello Swank Guillaume & Dominic. Dare I say MDA:RC should have been longer - not as in, more cases but like. More downtime between chapters to get to know the Guys more. Please
favorite line
"You need to get your watch repaired. Oh dear... the watchmaker is currently detained as a suspect. Just throw away that piece of trash then." you just KNOW he was so fucking satisfied with himself after that he was giggling internally the whole time. What if I killed him
brOTP
Seth & Guillaume nominated for Kanai Ward's most toxic friendship. I hope you die I hope we both die (platonic)
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Seth x therapy and a different job best ship
nOTP
Seth/Yakou I just don't vibe 😔
random headcanon
Most polish man in Kanai Ward he pickles fucking everything. Goes mushroom picking every autumn and dries all the boletes and boletuses to use for pierogi filling. Always makes his own pierogi store bought are disgusting. Puts atrocious amounts of frozen dill on all his surówkas and mashed potatoes. Cucumber soup enjoyer. All of these are about food. I love food I wish I could eat it
unpopular opinion
Don't have any. I agree with mostly everything they're are saying about him here I approve of the RC tumblr community Seth opinions👍👍
song i associate with them
Hmmmmm.......... Sometimes by Nick Lutsko - You see with Yomi I could make an entire playlist, but there is literally only 1 song in the whole world (that isn't like. an instrumental lmao) that reminds me of Seth. My music taste is fucking Sethless.
favorite picture of them
I don't care what the masses say his phantom fucking slayed. People are being so cruel to him fr calling him cabbage head. I mean they're right but
Yomi:
favorite thing about them
How he's so terrible and evil and so fucking sexy about it. Every single time he appears on screen gets a fake zilch zombie esque response from me
least favorite thing about them
I legitimately cannot think of a single bad thing about Yomi
favorite line
I have three!
1. "That's even more impossible than a chance meeting between an umbrella and a sewing machine on an operating table!" what is wrong with him.
2. Not a single line but like. The conversation he had with Yuma when they were alone for a few minutes after we talked to Huesca where Yuma just tries to break the awkward silence with "umm" and Yomi just hits him with the "WHY DO YOU EXIST. WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE"
3. [after Makoto says he has a duty to watch over Amaterasu and Kanai Ward as a whole] "... What? What have you ever done for Kanai Ward? All you do is look down on it from high. The peaceful order you see when you gave upon it is thanks to my righteous justice. I'm the one guiding these lazy fools! I brought civilization to this place! I don't need you messing with the proper order of my city!" :]] I'll leave it without comment go make up your own mind about it~~
brOTP
Him and Fake Zilch. Not because I see them as platonic but because Fake Zilch was like... literally the only bro option that exists for him lmao
OTP
How dare you make me choose between Fake Zilch, Makoto & Yuma
nOTP
Yomi x Martina. I remember when he got introduced and right after he sent Seth to the electric chair, spat on Yakou then left I thought to myself "well at least he's a big wife guy" hoo boy.
random headcanon
Has two beds in his apartment. One shaped like a cool racecar where he has sex with Martina, and one three days grace themed four story bed where he has sex with everyone else. He doesn't sleep in either of them because rest is for soyboys and omegas. Speaking of omegas h- *audio cuts off*
unpopular opinion
Yomi haters are WEAK as FUCK Also he should be allowed to do whatever he wants actually I cheered and clapped when he hit Vivia right on the face with his whip you and me both Yomi you and me both.
song i associate with them
I have an entire playlist for that lmao so I'll limit myself to five: Dear Dictator by Saint Motel, Autotheist by Baby Bugs, Digital Silence by Peter McPoland + The Reason They Hate Me by Daughters. If we're talking about his relationship to Makoto then Want by Recoil and Men by The Dodos are PEAK makoyomi I beg you to listen to them. Pleas e
favorite picture of them
Sigh *pulls out the Yomi folder and starts picking them out extremely carefully*
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topic 1: food
i dont care if its breakfast, lunch, dinner or midnight snack. the only food that will satisfy my hunger is a caesar salad. and if your dressing isn't wishbone then i dont want it (mainly because new wishbone tastes like italian vinaigrette which used to be my fav). i dont know, i just really love lettuce like a pregnant woman. not that i'm pregnant. unless im the next virgin mary then that would be hilarious lmao. i think it comes down to me being used to be a lettuce and cabbage farmer. they were my favorite to grow and i'm always going to love them.
However, you couldn't PAY ME to eat a horrific holocaust of oceans of grease, mountains of salt, and disgusting amounts of cheap nasty carbs - all of these abomination in the form of pizza. I just don't get people's obsession about greasy burgers and pizza. When my coworkers would order pizza/burger i just lose my appetite instantly. I don't know, after just one bite i easily get tired of its taste. If you really want to get fat that much then theres a lot of food out there that are actually tasty. Pizza has lost its appeal to me once I've seen 'my 600 lbs life'. For me its nothing but just a disgusting food for people with unhealthy diet, no matter how fancy you make it to be. Even my italian love for jojo's bizarre adventure part 5 can't even convince me.
topic 2: frens
I really appreciate that my best friends like me for who i am and just see my sassy attitude as something quirky and funny to them. However, i am really not the same person i was in 2020 and i dont really feel insecure/bitter anymore about anything. I aint got no time for that. I just simply dont concern myself about others lives to even react or care about them. I dont want to and honestly, I'm too busy too care. Even theyre talking about gossips about someone i know i just become quiet and get genuinely bored because i dont really give a fuck. And were talking about gossiping by introverts, which is different from gossiping with just anyone. I'm still not that interested. Like i said i have more shit i'm too preoccupied about. I'm sorry I dont spend my day thinking about people and their lives. 😒🤷🏻♀️ I dont even have time to feel bad that im not updated about the latest gossips/current events, honestly its less burden to me that i dont get to do any kind of emotional labor because really i would rather find answers to questions about physics and and artificial intelligence rather than hearing about someone's upcoming wedding and relationship problems. Its not that i dont care about my friends but come on, i don't really need to know someone's every fucking activities. i dont need to hear every breathe you take or every move you make. sorry, but i don't spend my life being an orbiter
I also feel like kind of disconnected to a few of my friends, mainly because i'm annoyed that they're very reliant on me. I hate when people rely on me because im a very independent person. Like i dont expect from you so dont expect anything from me either. Were all on our own. If were supposed to make each others lives easier then it should be a fair trade. I dont have resources to give anything to anyone for nothing. Low effort and thoughtlessness really turns me off. If you cant even do the bare minimum then i dont have time for you either. I am too jaded and busy to give free service. I don't have time to waste, and if you do, good for you but don't drag me down with you
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love to hate you | jjk [iv]
“when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.”
— genre: sexual themes, angst, fluff, fratboy! AU, fake dating! AU, college! AU, rich kid! AU, enemies to lovers! AU
— pairing: jungkook x female reader
— word count: 9.386
— warnings: swearing, banter, mention of atla and the cabbage man again
— playlist: to be added
— a/n: this used to be my date me series, but ive changed the title! again i cant thank @lcksndkys and @gamerkooks enough for beta reading this! also, this is inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han!
You loved autumn.
Every season was beautiful in its own way, but autumn was downright gorgeous and breathtaking. There was something else about the way the leaves changed colours and rained down to the ground, about the way steam would rise from your daily cup of tea, about the way your sweaters moved to the front of your closet, about the sound of cold rain tapping against the windows at night, about the quietness and calmness that came with autumn.
“Can’t we sit inside? It’s so fucking cold!” Jisoo cursed, her face contorted in annoyance. “Plus, I think I stepped in piss earlier.”
You looked at her, a slice of orange hovering in front of your mouth. “I don’t think sitting inside is going to change anything about you stepping in piss.”
“Ugh, I know that.” She rolled her eyes at you and you popped the piece of fruit into your mouth. “But at least I won’t be cold inside.”
You blinked at her, thinking for a moment of arguing with her, but having had this conversation more times than you could remember, you decided against it, shrugging her off and finishing your orange instead.
“Y/N, please, let’s just go inside.”
“It’s not that cold,” you told her and formed a small mountain with the orange peel.
“Yes, fuck, it is. Look!” Jisoo shoved her arm into your face, sleeve rolled up, and you frowned.
“What am I supposed to be seeing here?”
She dropped her arm. “Goosebumps, you blind fish,” she hissed and you took hold of her arm, inspecting it before looking back up to her and shaking your head.
“Nope, can’t see it.” Jisoo ripped her arm out of your grasp, a dramatic pout forming on her lips. You grinned at her.
“Please, let’s just-”
“Did you think about it?” you cut in, ignoring her plea.
“About what?” Jisoo shot back, shivering and wrapping her cardigan around herself when a gust of wind blew past you.
You tilted your head to the side, batting your eyes at her before elaborating, knowing that her answer was going to be no already. “Going to the pumpkin patch with me.”
Jisoo let out a groan.
“Why not?”
“It’s outside-”
“Yeah -”
“ - and well, it’s cold outside. I’m literally cold right now.”
“Wear my jacket then.”
Jisoo clicked her tongue, not quite convinced. You straightened up, scooting closer.
“Please, Ji, just go with me! It’s gonna be fun. I promise.” You knew you sounded like a child begging her mother for candy, knew you looked like it with your bottom lip jut out in a pout and your puppy eyes, but you couldn’t care less, determined to convince Jisoo.
And it was working.
“Well,” a heavy sigh, “what about-”
“Chae and Seok have papers to write,” you cut in. “And you know Jimin is allergic to hay.”
Jisoo stared at you, frown deepening and you knew that was a good sign, a sign she was slowly considering it, caving.
“And remember, last year you promised you’d go with me! You have to go with me now,” you argued, eliciting a mix between a groan and a whine from Jisoo’s lips.
“It’s gonna be so cold though, Y/N.”
“You promised,” you reminded her, and for a moment, it seemed like you had done it, seemed like Jisoo was going to cave and agree. But her eyes grew wide, an idea popping into her mind.
“Why don’t you go with your boyfriend?”
You stilled.
Right, Jungkook. If you were honest, you hadn’t thought about that possibility. Going with Jungkook hadn’t crossed your mind once, and you weren’t too sure if you liked the idea. Not that you had any doubts about him possibly rejecting you, but you were just not too fond of the part of where you would ask him to go with you.
Yes, your pride and ego played a big part in why you couldn’t see that ever happening, but you also couldn’t imagine the two of you ever reaching that point in a conversation in which you could casually suggest to him to go to the pumpkin patch with you.
And aside from that, you had actually not heard from or seen Jungkook in a week now. There were no texts or calls or showing up unannounced in front of your classes with a big bouquet of roses or knocking on the car window while you were talking to your friends.
Nothing.
That just added to the difficulty, made asking him to go with you impossible.
(For clarification, you hadn’t been waiting for Jungkook to reach out to you or anything. You didn’t care at all if he did or not. Really, you couldn’t care less. You had just... noticed he hadn’t.)
“That would be perfect, right?” Jisoo continued, taking your silence as you considering her suggestion. “This way you get to go-”
“But I wanna go with you,” you interrupted.
“But... I don’t wanna go,” she told you honestly, sighing. “Can’t you just go with- I mean isn’t this why people have significant others? So they have someone to hang out with when their friends can’t?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not why people get significant others.”
Jisoo tilted her head to the side, letting out a hum of disagreement. “Pretty sure it is.”
“Pretty sure it isn’t.”
“Pretty sure it is.” Before you could repeat yourself, she continued, “Look, just go with your boyfriend-”
“I don’t want to-”
“Go where?”
Jisoo and you whipped your heads around, your heart tumbling in your chest because there he was, Jungkook—your fake boyfriend who everyone thought was your real boyfriend—standing behind you.
“Hi, cabbage,” Jungkook beamed, rivalling the sun.
“Uh, hey-”
“Jungkook!” Jisoo exclaimed, hands clasping together, too excited for her own good. “You really have perfect timing! Y/N was just gonna ask-”
“Ji!” you pressed out, your jaw going rigid. “Don’t.”
Jisoo turned to you, blinking at you oh so innocently, seemingly thinking about what she was going to say next and when she turned back around to Jungkook and opened her mouth, you thought you were going to strangle her.
“Y/N was going to-”
“Ji!” you cut in again, a fake smile plastered on your lips. “You said you were cold, right? So why don’t you go inside and get me a cup of tea?”
Jisoo hissed, feigning upset. “I don’t have any money though.”
You drew in a deep breath through your nose, and you had to remind yourself over and over again that murder was bad when you got out your wallet, practically throwing it into her hands. “Now you do.”
“Ah, how great,” Jisoo smiled. “Do you want anything, Jungkook? My treat.”
“Well, if it’s your-”
“I’ll break up with you right now, Jeon.”
Seeing this as her cue to go and leave you two alone, Jisoo stood up, but not without blowing you a kiss and exchanging a look with Jungkook.
You watched her go before turning to him, mouth pursed in a line because well, it had been a week since you had last seen him. Not knowing what else to do you just turned away, cursing your past self for finishing your orange so quickly. The sound of leaves crunching under his soles pierced the air and you knew, he was walking towards you. Next thing you knew, Jungkook slipped into the seat beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist.
You looked down, a scowl appearing on your face. “What are you doing?”
“Why so hostile?” Jungkook asked, feigning hurt. “We’re dating, are we not?”
“Fake.”
“Same thing.”
“No, not the same thing,” you argued. “There’s a big difference-”
“You gonna tell me what you were just talking about?” Jungkook interrupted, changing the subject. You blinked at him before looking away because no, you were definitely not.
“Y/N.”
You looked at the nonexistent dirt under your nails.
“Y/N.”
You continued to pretend to not hear.
Jungkook let out a heavy sigh. “I could just ask Jisoo when she comes back.”
And all of a sudden, you could hear Jungkook, snapping your head around and staring at him. Jungkook grinned, nearly rolling his eyes at your ridiculousness because of course, this would get you.
You narrowed your eyes, lips pressing into a thin line.
“Either you tell me or she does. Which would you prefer?”
Jungkook added a shrug to his words, an irritatingly nonchalant shrug. You tongued the inside of your cheek, hating this because obviously, you weren’t going to let Jisoo tell him. Knowing her, she would somehow twist the truth.
You were hesitant though. Because you really didn’t want to tell Jungkook what you had been talking about because doing so subsequently meant asking him to go to the pumpkin patch with you, or, well, technically telling him that Jisoo was telling you to ask him to go to the pumpkin patch with you, but that was really the same thing as you asking him to-
The point was, your pride and ego was seriously about to take a hit, and boy, did you not want that.
But as you eyed Jungkook, you knew you had no choice.
“... fine,” you pressed, and Jungkook had to bite his lip to stop himself from snorting. If one of you was dramatic, it was definitely you, but he was smart enough not to voice that thought.
“Look,” you clasped your hands together, feeling the embarrassment rise in you. “Here’s the thing, going to a pumpkin patch is on my college bucket list, and since Chae and Seok have papers to write and Jimin is allergic to hay, Ji’s the only person who can go with me... but she doesn’t want to because she gets cold really easily and thinks it’s cold now, which is so stupid because it’s only beginning of autumn and not winter and-”
“You’re word vomiting,” Jungkook said. “What are you trying to tell me?”
You pursed your lips and closed your eyes for a moment, hoping that maybe just maybe you were going to get struck down right now and wouldn’t have to do this. Your hopes were futile, in the end you were forced to push through the embarrassment sitting in your bones.
“Okay, look, I think what I’m trying to tell you is that none of my friends can or, well, want to go to the pumpkin patch with me and,” you swallowed, “that Ji might have suggested I should ask you to go to the pumpkin patch with me instead?”
Jungkook’s grin widened, mischief sparkling in his eyes.
“Are you?”
“What?”
His grin turned into a smirk. “Are you going to ask me to go to the pumpkin patch with you then?”
“Didn’t I just?” you huffed out, turning away. And just like that, embarrassment turned into annoyance.
“Did you?” Jungkook titled his head to the side, tonguing his cheek. “Or did you just tell me that Jisoo told you to ask me?”
You gritted your teeth, so fucking tempted to tell him to forget it, but you had already gotten to this point, might as well just commit..
“Fine,” you spat out, an irritating flush warming your face. “Do you maybe wannagotoapumpkinpatchwithme?”
You thought asking the first time was bad enough, but somehow the second time was much worse. Probably because Jungkook didn’t agree instantly, letting you wallow in silence instead and think maybe he was going to reject you. And well, your ego and pride couldn’t take that.
So, in an attempt to save face, you went on, “I mean obviously only because we’re like fake dating and we still haven’t done that Insta date thing. And you know, I don’t want you to possibly blame me if people start doubting the legitimacy of our relationship because you don’t post enough about us on your Instagram or whatever bullshit-”
“God, you’re cute. I love you so much,” Jungkook whispered, words slipping off his tongue annoyingly casually. He chuckled. “Of course, I’ll go with you.”
You shoved your finger into his face. “Just to be clear though, we’re only going because we still have to do that Insta date thing. D-don’t get it twisted.”
“Right,” Jungkook’s grin turned into a smirk, “that’s the only reason why we’re going.”
“Exactly.” You dropped your hand and looked away. “Good that we’re on the same-”
The rest of your sentence got stuck in your throat when Jungkook wrapped both of his arms around your waist, pulling you into a suffocating hug and burying his face into the crook of your neck.
“Jeon!” you gasped. “Stop it! We’re in public! Don’t-”
“Yeah, dude, you’re in public.”
You froze at the voice, face souring immediately because you knew exactly who it was. You didn’t hide the scowl when you turned around.
“Love,” Taehyung smiled when you met eyes, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.
“Kim,” you hissed back, fixing him with a glare, but he only chuckled, not the slightest bit bothered by your animosity, walking around and sitting down in Jisoo’s seat, sharing a quick and friendly ‘hey’ with Jungkook.
“You guys should really calm it on the PDA. It’s gross.” Taehyung took a sip from his cup, and even though you had wanted for Jungkook to stop hugging you ten seconds ago, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him impossibly closer to you now.
“What? Jealous?” you hummed, offering Taehyung a fake smile. Jungkook caught on immediately, chuckling to himself before tightening his arms around you.
“Yeah, jealous, Tae?”
“Oh, very,” Taehyung snorted, taking another sip from his coffee before putting it down, turning to you. “It’s been a minute since I’ve seen you, love. Last time you were running away from me.”
“Technically, we were running away from you.”
“I was very hurt,” Taehyung said, completely ignoring your correction and putting his hand over his heart instead, jutting out his bottom lip. How you managed not to roll your eyes at him was a mystery to you.
“Well, blame Jeon. He’s the one that suggested it.”
Jungkook let out a rather dramatic gasp. “Cabbage! Don’t throw me under-”
“‘Cabbage’? What kind of pet name is that?” Taehyung interrupted, looking almost disgusted.
“What’s wrong with ‘cabbage’?” you shot back, offended even though you felt a similar way as he did about the pet name. “It’s cute.”
“‘Cabbage’? You wanna be called- you are fine with that?” Taehyung quirked a brow, squinting at you.
“It’s cute, dude. You don’t have taste,” Jungkook argued.
Taehyung wasn’t convinced, frowning and shaking his head in disapproval. “How did you come up with that?”
“In ‘Avatar The Last-”
You stopped when Taehyung let out a groan, the kind of groan that a teacher would be met with when they announce homework at the end of class. You paused, not sure how to interpret that groan.
“He doesn’t like the show,” Jungkook informed you and you gasped the same dramatic way Jungkook always did.
“You don’t like ‘Avatar’-”
“And you clearly do,” Taehyung stated quietly with a roll of his eyes. “It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that Kook is so fucking obsessed with it that he won’t shut up about it. Sorry that I’m not fond of it anymore after listening to him talk about it every waking minute.”
“How can you not love the show? It’s literally the greatest show, literally. Have you ever watched any show that has beat it in quality and consistency? That has somehow managed to be incredibly hopeful, uplifting, fun and gut wrenchingly tragic and tear inducing at the same- it literally has the greatest and most iconic intro TV history has ever seen!” you said, channeling your inner Jungkook, making a proud smile grow on his lips.
“God, you sound like Kook,” Taehyung mumbled, rolling his eyes at you a second time. “The show is not that great. I mean fire boy is kinda cool, but aside from that-”
’’Kinda cool’? You think Zuko is only ‘kinda cool’?” you repeated, getting worked up in ways Jungkook only has so far when you talked about the show. “Zuko isn’t just ‘kinda cool’, Kim. He’s literally the most well rounded character on the show- in TV history, period. Not only does he go through perfect character development, but he’s without a doubt one of the most interesting and inspiring characters-”
“And Katara,” Jungkook threw in and you were quick to agree, nodding and snapping your finger.
“Yes, and Katara! But you probably think she’s annoying and naggy, don’t you, Kim?” You squinted at Taehyung, and when he wouldn’t disagree with you, you just scoffed. “Typical. I’m not surprised. You’ve got no taste. Katara is hands down one of the best characters in the show.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying! Katara is literally a whole badass!”
“Total badass! She’s so misunderstood by-”
“That’s it. I’m gonna go look for normal, non-obsessive ‘Avatar The Last Airbender’ people to hang out with,” Taehyung announced, grabbing his cup of coffee and offering the two of you one last look like you were completely crazy. But neither of you cared, returning to your conversation about how cool and amazing Katara and Zuko were.
[You - 07:28 PM] : hey
[Jungkook - 08:24 PM] : am i dreaming or areyou actually texting me rn cabbage o.O
[Jungkook - 08:24 PM] : to what do i owe this honour??
[You - 08:27 PM] : why are you so dramatic for no reason?
[You - 08:27 PM] : seriously I regret txting you now
[Jungkook - 08:28 PM] : cmon that was funny!! youve gotta admit youv never texted me first before
[You - 08:30 PM] : ugh, whatever I just texted you to ask you if you’re free on saturday
[Jungkook - 08:30 PM] : uhhh why?
[You - 08:32 PM] : what do you mean why? have you already forgoten what we talked about today?
[Jungkook - 08:32 PM] : ???
[You - 08:33 PM] : you’re not actually serious right? don’t you remember? I asked you to go w me to the pumpkin patch today?
[Jungkook - 08:33 PM] : ofc i remember! im just messing with you lol
[You - 08:33 PM] : why? literally why
[Jungkook - 08:34 PM] : just wanted you to say again that you asked me out today!! makes me feel super euphoric and like a main character in a cheesy teen romcom
[You - 08:34 PM] : im blocking you
The week passed by in the blink of an eye and soon enough, you were standing in the middle of a pumpkin patch.
Childish excitement brewed in you, stewed in your gut. It was stupid, you were aware. You shouldn’t be this excited, but you couldn’t help yourself. And how could you? You had wanted to go to a pumpkin patch ever since you had first driven past one with your parents. You still remembered how the hues of orange, yellow, and red had rendered your eight year old self completely fascinated and speechless.
And like you were still just an eight year old child, sitting in the back of your parents’ car, inexperienced so everything was incredibly impressive and warranted a dramatic reaction, your mouth was wide open as you looked around yourself. But that initial shock quickly turned into amazement, the corners of your lips pulling up into a dopey smile, heart pounding in your chest because you were here! At a pumpkin patch! Finally!
“It’s so pretty,” you said under your breath, barely glancing at Jungkook when he appeared next to you. He was still busy trying to shove the change into his pocket, but stopped when he saw the sparkle in your eyes, a soft smile forming on his lips.
“Cabbage,” he whispered quietly, and you were too mesmerised to pay him any attention. When he gently nudged you though, you turned around. “Look, goats.”
Your eyes grew big when you saw where he was pointing at.
Goats.
Without a moment of hesitation, you grabbed Jungkook’s hand and pulled him towards them. You kneeled down, right in front of a goat that was lazily lying on its stomach and chewing on some hay. Automatically you reached out to pet the goat, but midway you stopped.
“You think I can pet it?” you whispered and turned to Jungkook, looking up at him with big hopeful eyes. His heart stuttered in his chest.
“Uh, I’m not sure.” He looked around for a sign, sighing in relief when he found one. “Yeah, ‘petting allowed’.”
Jungkook barely got to see the huge grin forming on your lips before you turned back around and reached your hand through the fence, softly petting the goat’s fur. It bleated at your touch, enjoying it.
“Oh my god, it’s so cute,” you gasped, pressing your lips together in a vain attempt to stop the squeals from breaking through.
Jungkook smiled, kneeling down himself, but he wasn’t looking at the goat. He was watching you- only you. He thought goats were cute as well, this one in particular, but you were cuter. Your bottom lip jutted out, eyes sparkling brighter than the stars, holding so much love and warmth in your pupils it should be impossible. Everything paled in comparison to you.
And as Jungkook looked at you, he felt a familiar pulling on his heart, something that had noticed for a while now.
His eyes softened when another squeal broke from your lips (the goat had moved a bit).
Right then, as Jungkook looked at you, he knew. He had to memorise this, take a picture of you. He would regret it if he didn’t snap at least one picture of you, kick himself for it later.
So, he pulled out his phone and opened his camera, aiming his phone at you as discreetly as he could, thankful that you were so distracted by the cuteness of the goat that you had completely forgotten about him.
Taehyung would definitely scold Jungkook for the amount of times he was pressing on the shutter, would definitely tell him this wasn’t the optimal way to photograph anything. But Jungkook couldn’t give a flying fuck, just wanting to capture this moment, wanting to capture you.
It took a while for you to notice and when you did-
“Jeon!” you gasped, struggling between wanting to keep your voice down in order to not scare the goat and wanting to hiss at Jungkook for taking pictures of you. “S-stop it! You can’t just do that!”
“You looked cute,” Jungkook told you, shrugging and smiling shamelessly. “I had to.”
Your cheeks warmed at his words. “Ugh, just cover my face with an emoji or something before posting. I- I wasn’t prepared. I must look so weird.”
And for a moment, Jungkook didn’t know what you were talking about, had forgotten that this was only an Insta date and you were hanging out mainly to take pictures and post them, so other people believed you were genuinely dating. It was nice to forget about that and God, how he wished you wouldn’t have reminded him.
“Yeah, right,” he cleared his throat and stood up when you did. “I- yeah, I’m not sure if I’m gonna post these pictures.”
He definitely wasn’t. He wasn’t going to share them with anyone.
“Okay, good,” you said, nodding before looking around, eyes scanning for something to do. With a snap of your head, you turned back around, grin growing on your lips. “Wanna go pick out a pumpkin?”
Jungkook blinked at you before grinning too because how could he possibly not? How could he possibly not reciprocate your grin with one of his own? How could he possibly not when you were making his heart stutter in his chest like he was thirteen again?
“Whoever can pick out the best one?”
“Is that a challenge?”
He tongued his cheek, tilting his head to the side. “Scared?”
“Of you crying because you’re gonna lose?” You raised a brow, tilting your head to the side too, and Jungkook had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from grinning too much.
“Crying?” he scoffed, shaking his head. “I think you’re mistaking me with yourself here. I’m the fucking champion of picking out pumpkins. Just ask Tae or Jin. Don’t project here, yeah?”
You stretched out your hand. “How about we meet up here in ten minutes again to see who picked out the best pumpkin?”
Jungkook couldn’t grasp your hand fast enough.
“It’s on.”
With a quick shake and a nod it was sealed, the ten minutes beginning now.
Unlike you, Jungkook didn’t immediately start his search for the perfect pumpkin. Instead, he watched you, hands by his side and a smile on his lips, eyes so soft it was almost gross.
Without thinking, Jungkook pulled out his phone, opened his camera app and zoomed in on you. You were once again too busy to notice him, standing in the distance by a pumpkin stand and inspecting a pumpkin in your hands. Jungkook almost started laughing when you shook it, you looked adorably stupid doing that.
He took probably (re: definitely) far too many pictures of you, spent probably (re: definitely) too much time on capturing you and your adorableness, but he didn’t care. Because when he finally began his search, the smile on his lips never disappeared, you making him so fucking happy by being just… you.
You gasped when you saw a particularly pretty pumpkin, rushing over to it and picking it up, inspecting it to make sure it was really perfect. When you saw Jungkook appear next to you though, you stopped, eyeing him suspiciously as you hugged your pumpkin close to your body.
“What are you doing here?”
Jungkook turned to you, putting down a pumpkin he had just deemed mediocre at best. “Uh, did you already forget we’re doing a pumpkin picking competition?” Jungkook laughed, looking around before picking up a pumpkin, turning it back and forth to inspect it from every angle.
It was perfect. He was serious when he had told you that he was the champion of picking out pumpkins. It was obvious that the one he held right now was a winner. You were going to lose, no doubt about that.
“No, that’s not what I mean. I mean why are you,” you gestured around, “here? Go look for a pumpkin somewhere else, stalker.”
“You think I’m following you?” Jungkook snorted before laughing, throwing his head back and scoffing. “Please, if anything you’re following me!”
“I was literally here first,” you said, chortling almost.
“Hm, yeah, I don’t think so,” he told you, continuing before you could insist you were definitely here first. “Also, why are you looking at me like I’m gonna steal that pumpkin from you?”
“Aren’t you?” you asked, hugging the pumpkin closer to yourself.
“You think I would- if anyone should be eyeing the other like a thief and cheater, it should be me. After all, I’m the champion of picking out pumpkins,” he said.
You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, you’re so full of yourself.”
Not wanting to waste your time on talking with Jungkook any longer, you turned away, focusing back on the challenge.
You registered the chuckle slipping past Jungkook’s lips, but you missed the way he glanced at his pumpkin and then at yours, missed him walking over to a section he knew you hadn’t looked through yet and put down his pumpkin in exchange for another one, a worse one.
“Hey, cabbage,” Jungkook called and you turned around. “I’m gonna go over there, yeah? So, don’t you dare follow me.”
“Like I’d follow you, Jeon!” you bit back and continued on your search.
Jungkook just smiled to himself before walking away and giving you some space. When he turned and looked at you again, his smile grew into a grin.
Because there you were, walking over to the section of pumpkins he had just stood at. He beamed and almost cheered out loud when you picked up his previous pumpkin, watching you gasp like a child on Christmas day opening presents, because yes, that was the best pumpkin!. So completely unaware that Jungkook had put that pumpkin there for you.
After exploring the rest of the pumpkin patch, enduring your excessive bragging and teasing (“I thought you were the champion in picking out pumpkin?”), petting even more goats and giving the corn maze a try (in which Jungkook got separated from you a total of four (!) times somehow, proving that his navigational skills were really absolute shit), you were drained and exhausted.
So, now you were sitting on top of a pile of hay, still half of the pumpkin patch unexplored.
“You’re seriously in love with that thing, aren’t you?” Jungkook snorted, leaning back on his hands, and eyed your pumpkin that was sitting in your lap like it was your baby (it was).
“Have you seen how perfect it is?” you asked, holding it up to show him, like this hadn’t been the pumpkin Jungkook had picked out before you. “Of course I love it.”
And even though he still didn’t quite get it (it was just a pumpkin after all in his opinion), he was happy. Because you were. And that was all he wanted- to see you smile and enjoy yourself. Mission accomplished, one might say.
“Hey?”
You hummed.
“Do you really have a college bucket list?”
You paused, remembering how you had mentioned that when you had asked Jungkook to accompany you here. “Yeah, I do. Don’t need to say it, I know it’s stupid.”
“Show me,” he said. “What do you have on it?”
You were hesitant, contemplating to refuse, but in the end, you put your pumpkin next to you and pulled out your phone. What was there to hide? Your college bucket list was really not that spectacular.
With a few swipes, the notes app was pulled up. You clicked on the document named ‘my college buckt list’. (You had yet to correct the spelling mistake, simply too lazy to.)
You handed Jungkook your phone.
“‘Sit in on one of Hoseok’s international relations classes to see if it’s really that bad’,” Jungkook read, looking up to you. “And?”
You shuddered at the memory. “Complete shit. Can’t recommend.”
“‘Go to philosophy class hungover’,” Jungkook continued, looking at you again, but you just shook your head, not wanting to talk about it.
Jungkook grinned, reading the next point of your list. “‘Watch the sun-’ you’ve never watched the sun rise before?”
He gasped.
You rolled your eyes. “I’ve come close to.”
But your explanation wasn’t enough, Jungkook still staring at you wide-eyed, thinking it was impossible, that you, as a full time college student, had never ever in your life watched the sunrise before.
“H-how?”
You shrugged. “Dunno, just never have. I just always fall asleep.”
And at that, he shook his head, clicked his tongue too. When he added a sigh, you rolled your eyes, finding this all just a bit too dramatic.
“Well, looks like I know what we will do next,” Jungkook mumbled. “By the way, can I tick off ‘Going to a pumpkin patch’ for you?”
You shrugged, not caring much. “Go ahead.”
Jungkook tapped on the circle, ticking it off, and weirdly enough, he felt a sense of accomplishment. It wasn’t even his college bucket list.
“How come you have never gone to a pumpkin patch before?” he asked you while he handed your phone back.
You shrugged, shoving the device back into your pocket. “Just never have.”
“Not even as a kid? With your parents?” Jungkook asked, brows furrowing together.
“Not even as a kid,” you admitted with a scrunch of your nose and looked off to the side, gaze landing on a family of three—mother, father and young daughter—in the distance, picking out a pumpkin, the young daughter carefully scanning every single one. Your heart melted because that was all you had wanted as an eight year old—to go to a pumpkin patch with your parents and pick out a pumpkin.
“I mean I wanted to go, but my parents always had to work, you know? Just never had the time to take me as a kid,” you explained and shrugged. There was a confused look on Jungkook’s face and you knew exactly what he was thinking—what kind of parents don’t have time to take their daughter to a pumpkin patch?
“They work multiple jobs,” you jumped to their defense before Jungkook could come up with an explanation himself. “We were kinda struggling when I was young.” You went on, knowing exactly what question was going to follow. “My mom got pregnant rather young, and, well, to put it nicely, neither of my grandparents were particularly happy, so for the first couple years, my parents were on their own. They came around eventually, but it was still difficult... still is, to be honest.”
“Oh.” It was all Jungkook said and all he had to say. He clearly hadn’t expected for you to share all of that with him and if you were honest, neither had you. But you had and that was fine, for now. You knew already you were going to regret sharing by the end of the day, so you refused to start now.
“They go gobble gobble, right?” you asked as you looked at the turkey in front of you, studying it curiously because you had never been this close to one before. It was not nearly as cute as the goat you determined.
“It’s a weird sound,” Jungkook laughed and leaned forward too, the two of you sitting on a bench nearby the turkey cage.
“The goats were cuter.”
He looked at you. “Wanna go back then?”
“No, it’s still kinda cute,” you mumbled and pulled out your phone, grabbing a few pictures, for the memory.
You turned to Jungkook when he suddenly looked at you. “I already wanted to ask you this before, but are Hoseok and Chae a thing?”
You laughed like he had just told a joke and shook your head, straightening up. He mirrored you. “I wish, Jeon. I fucking wish.”
“But... it’s so obvious they’ve got feelings for each other?” Jungkook argued, furrowing his brows because it made literally no sense to him that Chaeyoung and Hoseok weren’t dating when they were clearly in love with one another.
“Well, they’re both idiots,” you told him. “Scared idiots.”
“Sure are,” Jungkook agreed. “I mean it was so obvious. It’s one of the first things I noticed. I’ve been meaning to ask you this all week now-”
“What have you been up to this past week? How come I didn’t hear from you?” You peered at him, but paused the next moment because it dawned on you how weird your questions were. After all, Jungkook and you weren’t actually dating or anything. You weren’t even friends. He didn’t have to keep in touch with you.
“I mean obviously you don’t owe me an explanation, but I just noticed you hadn’t reached out, and I just wondered. You know what? Forget it. You don’t have to answer-”
“No, no, no, that’s a valid question,” Jungkook said. “Sorry about the radio silence.” He continued before you could tell him that you were just as guilty, you could have reached out to him as well. “But I was busy studying for my midterm.”
You weren’t sure what answer you had expected, but Jungkook not reaching out to you because he was studying for the past week took you by surprise. It had never crossed your mind he could possibly be studying… which was stupid, considering it was midterm season. God, you really were judgemental.
“Right.” You nodded awkwardly because you felt stupid now. “What’s your major again? I don’t think you told me.”
“Physics.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, it’s super lame, I know-”
“What?” You looked genuinely confused, a deep knit between your brows. “Physics isn’t lame at all. Why would- I find it really cool to be honest..”
Jungkook chuckled. “You do?”
“Jeon, I liked physics in high school so much, I actually thought about majoring in it. But I just never had the guts to- too difficult. I have no idea how you do it.”
“It’s not that-”
“You must be really smart,” you continued on and you meant it, genuinely impressed by the fact that Jungkook was studying physics. You had always thought it was interesting yourself but a bit too difficult and hard in your opinion.
“Thanks,” he grinned. “I’m sure you could have done it too though. Majored in physics, I mean. You’re super smart too.”
You cringed at his words, thinking the exact opposite. “Don’t be ridiculous. I couldn’t have. I’m not nearly as smart as you think I am.”
“You’re not-” Jungkook cut himself short, shaking his head. “Right, you’re a genius.”
You frowned, laughing almost because he was being ridiculous now, but before you could point it out, Jungkook continued. “Don’t try to deny it. I know you’re a fucking genius.”
“How-”
“We have philosophy together.”
“You never attend-”
“Well, sometimes I do,” he interjected. “And the times I do, I’ve always been amazed by your intelligence.”
“Have you already forgotten I misquoted Freud in class once?” you shot back.
“Okay, fine,” Jungkook admitted, but before you could celebrate your victory, he continued, “but I also remember you going on and explaining Freud’s psychoanalytic theory and how the Id, Ego, and Superego are connected with one another.”
Your gaze wandered to Jungkook, cheeks growing warm because he was right. After your little mistake, you had managed to fight through the embarrassment and explain Freud’s psychoanalytic theory. “And you did that perfectly, without looking at your notes! That was super impressive. I could never.”
You shook your head. “If you’d attend class, you also could have-”
“Why do you want to convince me so much that you’re not smart?” Jungkook asked. “Do you genuinely think that of yourself?”
You paused.
Did you?
“I- no,” you started, knit growing between your brows as you continued, letting Jungkook’s question repeat in your mind over and over again. “I-I guess you could say I’m smart, but- I just, I don’t know. I don’t wanna come off arrogant-.”
“‘I guess you could I’m’-” Jungkook scoffed, clicking his tongue at you and shaking his head. “Look, It’s not arrogant of you to state the truth. You are smart, period. Stop trying to convince me otherwise.”
You wanted to disagree with Jungkook, tell him you weren’t trying to convince him of anything, opened your mouth to say that, but then it dawned on you. He was right. He was. He really was. And so, you switched out your words of disagreement with words of agreement.
“Y-yeah,” you lowered your head, embarrassed, “I guess you’re right.”
“Say it,” Jungkook prompted. “Say you’re smart.”
Your eyes grew wide, face flushing hot because admitting that Jungkook was right and actually saying you were smart? Two completely different things. And admitting that he was right in the first place was already embarrassing and hard enough.
“I won’t drop this until you say it,” he told you. Jungkook quirked his brow at you, giving you a look that left you with no other option but to cave.
“... I’m smart.”
“You’re right, that is arrogant. You are-” Jungkook stopped when he saw your shocked expression, your mouth wide open and eyes so huge they might as well fall out.
“Jeon!” you gasped before smiling and laughing because it clicked with you. Saying that you were smart, didn’t make you arrogant. It didn’t, not even a tiny bit.
You mumbled something underneath your breath before turning back to the turkeys, hand falling into your open palm as you studied them once more. Because you didn’t know. Did you think they were ugly or not?
You were so busy trying to figure out this question, you missed the way Jungkook looked at you with soft and mushy eyes.
If you had turned around, you would have seen it, seen the way his gaze traced every curve and dip of your face, seen the way he was holding his breath because you looked absolutely ethereal with the sun slowly dipping below the horizon and casting a warm glow on your skin, seen the urge grow in Jungkook to take a picture of you.
When he tried this time though—phone pulled out and camera open—you noticed, face contorting in annoyance.
“No, let’s not do that, Jeon.” You put up a hand.
“Why not? That’s the purpose of today, right? That I take pictures of you and post them on Insta?” Jungkook argued, knowing very well you couldn’t say anything against that. “Plus, the light is nice right now.”
“But-” You stared at him, the corners of your mouth turned downwards. “Ugh, fine,” you grumbled, admitting defeat.
Your breath hitched when Jungkook instantly scooted closer to you, stretching out his arm and angling the camera until the two of you were in frame. You adjusted your hair and when you were done and smiling into the camera—the corners of your lips feeling incredibly tense though—Jungkook hit the shutter a handful of times.
“Okay, enough, enough,” you said and turned away, finding your smile to be too awkward.
“No, wait. Just one more. I need something to post on my story.”
“W-what about the ones we just took?”
“I’m gonna post those to my feed. I need something different for my story though. Now, smile,” Jungkook told you and aimed his phone at you, only you.
“No, that’s so weird, Jeon,” you whined, face growing hot. “It feels so awkward when it’s only me in the picture. I don’t like that.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes at you, but before you could rip into him for it, he pulled you into frame with him, beaming into the camera. Left with no other option, you mustered up a smile, one that looked even more awkward than the other one. This time, he noticed.
“You really don’t like getting your picture taken, do you?” He dropped his arm.
You scowled. “My smile that ugly, huh?”
“What? No,” Jungkook shook his head, “that’s not what I’m saying. It’s just… a little awkward.”
“Well, sorry, I can’t be a model and natural in front of the camera,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes and twisting a piece of hay around your finger (because the entire place was covered in hay.). “Honestly, if anything it’s weird that you’re so comfortable in front of the camera.”
“Excuse me?”
“Like, how many pictures must you have taken of yourself that you’re so comfortable with it? Narcissistic if you ask me.” You shrugged, deep down knowing very well you were spewing bullshit right now.
Jungkook stared at you, a mix between disbelief and amusement. In the end, he laughed though, shaking his head and before you could process it, snapping a picture of you.
“How many pictures do you think it’s gonna take until you stop being judgemental?” he asked you, grinning.
“You’re so annoying,” you hissed, crossing your arms in front of your chest like a child. Jungkook poked you in the rib in response, making you jump and snap your head to him.
“Come on, just smile,” he encouraged you, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer, his phone up in the air again, but you couldn’t even bring the corners of your lips to lift up, feeling self-conscious now about how awkward your smile was. (You knew deep down this wasn’t what Jungkook had meant but still, the comment was repeating in your mind like a broken record.)
“Smile and I’ll buy you chocolate chip cookies.”
You gasped, turning to look at Jungkook and see if he was serious, mouth wide open in surprise.
“Really?” you smiled and before you could realise he had only said that for the sake of the picture, he hit the shutter. When it all clicked in your mind, your smile fell off.
“Aw, don’t look so disappointed,” Jungkook told you, pinching your nose and smiling at you like that would make it better.
“I’m not,” you grumbled, turning away in fear he would pinch your nose again, the slight pout on your lips making it very hard to believe you. And when Jungkook fixed you with this doubtful look, you rolled your eyes, gritting your teeth. “You tricked me.”
There is an accusatory tone colouring your words, one that was seemingly funny because Jungkook laughed and put his arm around you, pulling you into a hug you didn’t want to be pulled in.
“Aw, I’m sorry, cabbage,” he cooed into your ear like you weren’t trying to push him away. “Don’t be mad at me.”
“Let go of me right now or I’ll punch you in the fucking dick,” you hissed, but with your face smushed against his shoulder, your words lost the edge you wanted them to have. But it was still enough, Jungkook letting go.
“I hate you,” you spat out, but he just grinned at you. He looked at his phone and pulled up the pictures.
“We look cute.”
Turns out, Jungkook was right. You did look cute. Both of you were smiling and neither of you looked awkward at all. While Jungkook was expertly looking into the camera, his smile as bright as the sun, your eyes were on him, a hint of surprise reflected on your face and a smile on your lips, your love for chocolate chip cookies to be thanked here.
You couldn’t believe how perfect the picture it was, couldn’t even believe existed in the first place. Because here you were, Jungkook and you sitting next to each other, his arm around you and both of you smiling. Looking at it, it was easy to forget that this was as staged and fake as it could get, that you weren’t a real couple.
“Yeah, we do,” you agreed quietly and watched Jungkook open Instagram and add the picture to his stories, typing up a caption.
“What do you think?” He showed you his phone.
“‘Having a gourd time with my cabbage’,” you read, and there was a frown on your face when you looked at Jungkook. Unlike you, he was beaming, clearly super proud of his awful and terrible pun, expecting you to double over in laughter, but you just stared at him, face void of any emotion.
“You get it? Gourd instead of-”
“Yes, Jeon, I get it,” you told him, stopping him before he could explain his stupid pun to you. “Proud?”
“Very.”
You stared at him silently for a few seconds, sighing heavily. “How long did it take you to come up with that one?”
“... might have been thinking of puns for the last couple of days now,” Jungkook admitted quietly, and you heaved out another sigh, shaking your head in disappointment.
“You’re so cringy.”
And at that, Jungkook gasped, as dramatically and theatrically as he always did.
“Can’t you at least pretend like you think I’m funny?”
“Yeah, that costs extra.”
“And you scolded Jisoo for exploiting me,” Jungkook bit back.
“Well, you said you’re all mine to exploit, didn’t you?” you hummed, scrunching your nose. “You are my boyfriend after all, right?”
Jungkook stared at you, blinked three times before he tilted his head to the side and tongued his cheek, defeat.
“Touché.”
And then, neither of you said anything, both of you quieting down and allowing each other to just silently sit next to each other, the chatter and laughter of children running around you serving as quiet background noise.
It was easy, surprisingly easy, you realised. To sit next to Jungkook, you mean. It was surprisingly easy to do that, the silence not feeling suffocating or tense between you. It was baffling almost, the fact that the sun was setting behind you, the sky a deep rich orange. Hours had passed now, and it hadn’t felt like that at all. It was weird to think about, how time had flown by in a blink of an eye, and it was even more weird to think about how the past hours had been… enjoyable, fun, easy.
“Hey?”
You snapped your head around. You paused when you saw the look on Jungkook’s face. You couldn’t say what exactly it was, but it had a knit growing between your brows.
Something was wrong.
You knew it right away, heart slowly dropping into your gut. It didn’t help that Jungkook refused to meet your gaze, looking past your shoulder instead.
“There this thing- I didn’t tell you then, but…” he trailed off and God, that was just the worst because you waited and waited and waited for him to find the end of his sentence, but he didn’t, leaving you hanging.
“What, Jeon?”
Jungkook finally looked at you, staring at you silently before taking a deep breath and finding his voice. (How you wished he hadn’t.)
“He asked if you were okay.”
You blinked at him, three times in total before he continued, taking your silence as a sign to, sounding so unsure though.
“When I, uh, walked back into the café? To get your bag? He asked if you were okay,” Jungkook told you and averted his gaze, eyes following two siblings chasing each other.
It took a moment for his words to click with you, for you to understand them, and when you did, right then, in that exact moment, the world stopped spinning, the air getting pressed out of your lungs and the sound of children running around filtering away, leaving you in utter silence.
Oh.
You didn’t know what to say…. or do. Quite frankly, you didn’t know how to process this. Jungkook hadn’t brought it up after it had happened, he had brought it up now, after you had almost forgotten all about it, about running into him in the café. You knew and understood why Jungkook hadn’t said anything then, but doing so now, was just so much worse, hurt so much more because the memories got dragged up to the surface all over again, the wounds ripping open once more.
“What,” you looked at your quivering hands, “what did you say?”
“I said you were okay.” Jungkook tried meeting your gaze, but you kept your head low, embarrassed and feeling so fucking awkward because this shouldn’t be a big deal—him asking if you were okay—but it was because he had asked, after everything that had happened if you were okay, he, of all fucking people. “Should I have said something-”
“No, no, no,” you interrupted, shaking your head. “Saying that was...”
You paused to look for the end of your sentence, for a word to fill in the blank, but just like Jungkook, you failed to find the end, somehow having forgotten how to speak in the last two seconds.
“Who is he?”
It was a careful question, one Jungkook was incredibly hesitant to ask, one he almost didn’t ask, but he had to. He had to ask, at least try to get the answer, because the question had been plaguing him, repeating itself over and over again in his mind forever now, haunting and bothering him. He couldn’t take it anymore. The question demanded to be asked and who was he not to ask?
“I mean obviously you don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna share,” Jungkook added because even if the question had to be asked, it didn’t mean you had to provide him with an answer. “If you’re not comfortable with it, I totally get it. I’m not trying to pressure you into sharing something with me- I just wondered...”
You didn’t respond in any way, didn’t look at him or make a single sound. You were just silent. It was maddening.
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, guilt blooming in his chest and wrapping around his heart. “I shouldn’t have brought-”
“Bathroom guy.”
He stilled. “... what?”
“Bathroom guy,” you repeated quietly, and Jungkook swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat, chest tightening.
“It’s this guy I met like a month or so ago,” you explained, almost tripping over your own words. It was laughable really, so much so you lowered your head to hide yourself, your voice weak, wobbly, shaky. “It was during this birthday party, I think. Jimin dragged me to, so I’m honestly not sure what exactly it was.” You let out something that sounded like a laugh. It was awkward. “I met him there, in the bathroom. We just… talked a bit. Bonded, I guess you could say.”
Your words seemed to take a while to sink in with Jungkook, his voice seemingly lost, and you scrunched up your nose, the silence that you were met with nagging on your heart, on your conscience.
“Is he, uh, the guy that Jimin mentioned-”
“Yup,” you interrupted quickly. “But he doesn’t know- well, actually, uh, none of my friends- don’t mention that we ran into him, yeah? Please?”
You were practically curling in on yourself, body slumping forward and folding in on itself like a weight had been dropped on you. You should straighten up, lift your head, but you couldn’t. Not with Jungkook’s eyes so clearly digging into your face, waiting for you to meet his gaze. You stared at the ground, finding comfort at looking down, the sunlight filtering through the leaves and leaving dainty shadows on the ground.
“Right, yeah.” You almost didn’t hear Jungkook speak, voice so low and quiet you thought he actually didn’t want you to hear his words. “Of course, I won’t mention it.”
You bit your tongue, heart feeling suffocatingly heavy in your chest.
“Thanks.”
The air grew cold around you, making you shiver. Autumn was really arriving.
Half an hour later, you were sitting at the curb of your condo building, pumpkin in your lap and a heavy silence hanging between you.
It was your fault.
Jungkook didn’t have to say it for you to know. You had said something wrong. What, you didn’t know, but this silence was clearly and obviously to be blamed on you. And how much you hated it because the day had been great and fun up until that point. So fucking great and fun.
“So-”
“Jimin mentioned the annual Halloween party your frat throws every year,” you blurted out, a smile on your lips. “Let’s go together.”
“Uh, what?” Jungkook shot back, frowning.
Yeah, uh, what? You had spoken without thinking, but you were committing now, too late to backtrack, guilt fuelling your words.
“You sure?”
You nodded, a bit too enthusiastically though, just like your smile. “Yeah, I-I’m sure. Let’s go together.”
“But... a lot of people attend,” Jungkook said, tilting his head to the side, clearly not thinking this was a great idea. “You sure you’re comfortable with that?”
“Yeah!”
Your answer came out too fast, shot out of you practically. So rather than convince Jungkook of how sure you were, your reply did the opposite, suspicion growing in him.
“Y/N,” you cringed, he had switched out his pet name for you with your actual name, “did you really think-”
“I mean that’s a good thing, right? That a lot of people attend?” you interrupted, shifting in your seat. “This way everyone will see that we’re an item.”
Jungkook was still not convinced, brows pinched together. “I guess, but-”
“Plus, what a bad girlfriend would I be if I didn’t attend with you? I mean the Halloween party is a huge thing, right? I can’t miss it, not as your girlfriend.”
He looked torn, mouth opening and closing several times. “Yeah, but I’m just saying, I don’t want you-”
“Jeon,” you placed your hand on his arm, “it’s fine. I know what I’m getting myself into.”
You didn’t. It was a lie, but again, you were committing, heart feeling so heavy in your chest.
Jungkook studied your face, mouth pressed into a line. Knowing his attempts to ask you again if you were sure, if you had really thought this through (the answer to both questions were a flat out no), would just end with you interrupting him, would be a waste of air, he relented.
“Okay. Sure, let’s go together.”
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Emma and Killian :: Kate and Leopold CS AU for CSMM
Hello lovelies!! So I’m on a schedule and you will be getting updates for my fics. 3 per Month ;)
I want to thank @captainswanmoviemarathon and the wonderful CSMM Discord Family. My co-writer @revanmeetra87
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Friday and The Weekend
Killian and David shared a guilty look. They had both behaved like children. Killian knew he had more than the other, in part due to his inebriety and the other part was jealousy of what he didn't know. Killian said goodnight to his mate and went home to ponder on his actions.
He decided he would try his best to make amends to her. So he did what he did best, put his thoughts on paper, and hoped that it would grant him redemption.
The next day, Emma woke up and got ready fast. She had to get to work and somehow fix the mess her brother and that jerk that couldn't keep his mouth shut had made.
David greeted her in the kitchen with a cup of coffee ready for her which she promptly snubbed and rushed out.
David had arranged for Emma to find the letter that Killian had dropped off earlier, but she was eager to leave the apartment. He knew they both had misbehaved and his sister was in her right to be angry at them.
He grabbed both the letter and the first fruit in the basket he could and dashed after her.
Emma had reached the street and was just about to hail a cab when she heard David's voice. "Ems! Emma, wait!"
She halted because she loved her idiot brother, and it's them against the world.
She turned to face him with her best 'you're in trouble' face.
"Before you say anything, I'm sorry. I know I fucked things up for us. I know that everything you do is for us to have a better life."
Emma stared her brother down. "I have to go clean up the mess you two made."
"Emma, I know and for whatever it's worth, I'm sorry. Here, you can't go to work on an empty stomach," David said as he handed her a papaya. "Yeah, I know that," Emma says as she looks to the street for a cab. That's when he slipped the letter into her bag. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
Emma arrived at work, waiting for the fallout of the previous night, but it never came. She was told there's a meeting with marketing, and she was the last one to arrive. She rushed into the conference room and took a seat so they could finally begin. The marketing team was going over the troubles they had come across due to the texture of the margarine. Emma peeked at her boss to see if looked angry or like the usual. She really doesn't see a change in him, but they have yet to talk. She sighed and opened her bag to pull out some papers. An envelope caught her eye and she quietly opened it.
Dearest Emma...
I behaved as an imbecile last night, animated in part by drink, in part by your beauty, and in part by my own foolish pride and for that, I am profoundly sorry. Please accept, as a gesture of apology for my bad form, a private dinner on the rooftop tonight at 8 O'Clock.
Yours truly, Killian
Emma felt her cheeks blush as her thoughts were interrupted by her boss.
"Emma, dear, where are we on Farmer's Bounty?" Mr. Oz asked.
Emma turned to her boss and took a deep breath. "We are good. As you know, we found our spokesperson. The response room final showed a 98 in the top two boxes. His key female descriptors were handsome, romantic, and with some write-ins of "What a babe".
Mr. Oz sullenly replied with a simple, "Great."
As they ended the meeting and everyone went back to work, Mary Margaret was waiting for her. Emma handed her assistant her bag and rushed after Walsh to say her apologies.
"Mr. Oz, I mean Walsh, I just want to apologize for what happened last night," Emma said.
"I appreciate that," he simply said.
"So are we okay?" she asks, hopeful.
"Yes, we are. Now if you would excuse me, I have to make some calls. We will talk later," Walsh said as he walked to his office.
Meanwhile, Jefferson was losing his patience at the Hospital. He just wanted to get released so he could get home and get Killian back to his time. Out of pure desperation, he thought explaining the situation to his doctor would be enough, but Dr. Hyde wasn't as receptive as he had hoped.
"I didn't jump to my death. I fell because there was no elevator," Jefferson clarified.
Dr. Hyde nodded. "And you feel it's somehow your fault?"
"Well, it stands to reason that nature would correct itself since my great-great-grandfather isn't there to invent the elevator or spawn his seed," Jefferson added matter of factly.
"Both you and the elevator would cease to exist, but clearly do," the doctor said.
Jefferson shook his head. "I can see you are a very busy man and I hate to take up your valuable time. I'm not one of those people who need your attention. Would you please just sign my release papers?"
Dr. Hyde sighed. "I'm concerned you might be a danger to yourself. State law requires that I keep you here in such cases. I'm afraid I cannot in good conscience sign your release."
Jefferson tried to open the door while balancing on crutches.
Before he could open it, the door flew open. "Dr. Hyde, is there a problem?" a lovely woman asked.
"No Priscilla, everything is fine. Could you please assist Jefferson back to his room and ensure this prescription is filled?" Dr. Hyde said to his nurse.
"Jefferson, I'm going to prescribe a mild antipsychotic. Nothing too strong."
Wandering around in circles in Game of Thorns, David looked over his notes, nerves getting worse with each lap.
"Mary Margaret, did you want - no, Mary Margaret, would you like...uggh…"
He was never going to convince her to go on a date if he tried mumbling and bumbling through his invitation. He was already humiliated, and he wasn't even asking her yet!
Outside of the flower shop, he could see Killian handing a street musician some cash as he made a request. Just what the request was, David couldn't quite hear.
Well, he had enough of his own problems to deal with, in any case.
Killian then entered the shop, and David practically pounced on him. "Listen, Killian, about the things you wrote for me here, for Mary Margaret...Some if it seems kind of…"
"Did you pick your flowers?" Killian asked, looking at him expectantly.
"Oh. Yep. Right, uhhh...here," David said, grabbing the nearest arrangement. "Now, about this speech-"
"Oh no, this will not do," Killian said, concerned.
"What, the flowers?" David looked at them for the first time. They seemed pretty enough to him. Plenty of colors. They even smelled nice.
"The orange lily suggests extreme hatred. The begonia and lavender danger and suspicion, respectively. Every flower has a meaning." Glancing around him, Killian grasped an enormous (and to David, absurd-looking) flower and held it in front of David. "Might I suggest the amaryllis, which declares the recipient a most splendid beauty. Or-" Breaking off, Killian strode forward. "- the cabbage rose…"
Sighing, hoping Killian was right about all this, David followed.
Inside her office, Emma lifted a piece of paper that was accepting Killian's invitation.
The only problem?
She hadn't written it.
Grinding her teeth, trying to pretend she was angry at her assistant and not at the fact that she did want to accept Killian's offer, Emma called for Mary Margaret.
Almost immediately, Mary Margaret poked her head in the office. "Yes?"
"What is this?" asked Emma, waving the paper in the air.
"It's your agreement to having dinner with Killian," she responded, as though there was nothing unusual about it. "I made it up for you to sign."
"I hadn't decided if I was going!" Emma cried, slapping the letter on her desk. She knew she was overreacting, but the thought of a private dinner with Killian was making her so...so stupidly nervous.
Mary Margaret lifted her chin, and a bit of fire entered her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said in the strongest voice Emma had ever heard from her. "But that is the best apology in the history of mankind, and if you don't go with him, I know you will regret it! Please, just sign it, and we can fax it to him. There is still time."
Taken aback by her usually shy assistant's firm manner, Emma closed her eyes, bit her lip, and grabbed for her pen.
Inside Jefferson's apartment, Killian was cooking the meal for his dinner with Emma. To his relief and delight, he had received the fax confirming her presence.
Taking his eyes from the stove, while still being attentive to his work, Killian watched as David paced the room nervously with the telephone to his ear.
Suddenly, with a little start, David said, "Oh, hi Mary Margaret; it's me, David. I was calling to see if you got my flowers. I mean your flowers. I mean the ones I sent?" He paused for a breath, then said "Good!" to the reply. He then looked to Killian, voice stalling.
Killian gave him a smile and a nod. "You can do this, my friend."
Pressing onward, David continued. "I was wondering if you would like to go to a movie, and then...perhaps accompany me to dinner?" Waving his free hand, he rushed on, "I-I-I-I understand completely if you are otherwise engaged. But, uh, I just wanted to say, umm…" Stopping to consult his notes, a small furrow appeared in David's brow.
"Come on. No need to be ashamed. You can do the speech as written," Killian encouraged silently.
"I wanted to say you've made an impression on me. And...and it's not only because you are so pretty. I mean, you're very pretty, but it's more than that. It's, umm...You're graceful. You know, the way you move, and speak. You just have a way with words. And I really, really like you."
There was a very long pause, during which David looked terrified. Then, responding to what Mary Margaret had said, he mumbled, "Seven? Yes! Yes, seven would be great. Would be fantastic. See you then!"
He ended the call, then jumped straight up in the air victoriously. "I did it! I am going out with Mary Margaret!"
Killian chuckled as David did a small dance.
"I gotta go get ready!" David exclaimed.
Emma arrived home and she would deny it to anyone, but she was a little excited about the dinner date with Killian. She was about to go to her room to get ready when her brother came out of his room looking very handsome. He had a silly grin on his face that she had not seen in a while.
David smiled wide at his sister as he greeted her with a quick kiss on her cheek.
"You look very handsome David. I didn't know you were going out tonight."
"Yeah, I have plans. It was unplanned until earlier today."
"So is this a big date?" she asked.
"Yeah, Ems I really like this girl."
"Who is the lucky lady?"
"Uhm, if it goes well, I'll tell you tomorrow, but I just don't want to jinx it."
Emma nodded. "Okay, good luck, and for what it's worth, she is lucky to have your attention."
"Thanks, and I think you are supposed to say that cause you are my sister."
"Just stating facts, David. You don't give yourself enough credit. You are one of the good ones."
"Ems, so are you. Have fun tonight, okay?"
She smiled. "I will. Now go before you are late for the big date!"
Finally, in her room, she opened her closet. She ruffled through the hangers, trying to find the right outfit. Her eyes landed on a pale pink dress she purchased years ago, and it never felt right to wear until now.
The dress fit perfectly and it made her feel like a true princess. She put her hair in a high ponytail with very light makeup, just enough to heighten her looks. Why was she so nervous?
It was time to make her way up to the roof.
Emma opened the roof door slowly and was astonished at the display in front of her. There were fairy lights hanging, creating a magical environment, and a man was playing the violin. The table was set with candlelight, and she could see a wine bottle next to plates and the tray with the food. Her mouth opened at the effort Killian made to please her.
"This is beautiful! You didn't have to go to so much trouble," Emma said, biting her bottom lip.
"No trouble at all, lass," Killian confirmed as he met her to guide her to her seat.
"May I?" he asked as he grabbed the chair to pull it out for her.
She nodded, unable to speak. He looked handsome wearing his old-timey outfit. Perhaps the atmosphere he created made him appear as if he was the lead in a romantic novel.
Emma stared into the night for a moment. "My mom was a true romantic." She smiled fondly. "She cried for weeks after Prince Charles and Lady Di got married."
Killian furrowed his brows. "I'm not familiar with them."
"Oh, trust me, you wouldn't want to be. A cautionary tale, proof that you can't live a fairy tale," Emma said and added, "I'm not very good with men."
"Perhaps you haven't found the right one," he said hopefully.
"Maybe, True Love only exists in fairy tales."
"My brother told me I had become a blemish on the family name due to an indiscretion from my youth, and now he tries to marry me off every chance he gets. I would be married now if I hadn't followed Jefferson. I was to announce a bride that night."
"Who?"
He sighed. "I don't know, it didn't matter to him. I suppose the one with the most money. Our family fortune is gone, and all we have is the family name."
After they finished eating, Emma stood up to start cleaning.
"What are you doing?" Killian asked.
"Just cleaning up."
"The night is not over yet. Would you do me the honor of a dance? Please?" he asked as he extended his hand for her to take.
"I'm not a good dancer," she said as she took his hand.
"There's only one rule. Pick a partner who knows what he's doing." He winked, pulling her close to him as she rolled her eyes, and they started gliding.
"Smee always told me love is a leap. I was never ready to jump until I met you."
"Killian, this was lovely but I don't know if I can leap, even if I am inspired." The lightness she had felt while dancing with him was sinking into harsh reality. And she was afraid. "I'm not...not brave enough."
Then, in the next moment, he was quoting something to her, something beautiful and flowery and perfectly Killian, and she was kissing him, warmth spreading from her chest all the way to her toes.
The next morning, after a wonderful date with Mary Margaret, David woke to the sound of Killian cooking breakfast.
They exchanged hellos, each asking how the other's date went. According to Killian, his date had also gone well.
David was pleased, but something was nagging at him. Emma was so rarely happy these days. And it was great that Killian was helping her to take down her walls, but if things were to continue...well, he wanted to make sure Emma was with someone she could really trust.
"Look, Killian, I have to ask you…" David trailed off. "Who are you? I mean, really?"
Killian spread some jam on toast, seeming confused. "What do you mean?"
"It's been a lot of fun doing the duke act with you, but...Emma's been through a lot, and I don't want her to have to deal with even more."
Killian lifted his hand. "I understand, David."
"So...Who are you?"
With a deep breath, Killian said, "I am the man who loves your sister. Who would go to the end of the world, or time, for her."
And with that, David was reassured.
David showed Killian how to master the dishwasher after breakfast was made. Killian was still in awe of the technology of the time.
"Just make sure Emma sees you push the button. Whatever you do, don't press it until she is awake to see you do it."
"Oh, clever. The proverbial tree in the woods. If a man washes a dish and no one sees it...Did it happen?"
"Exactly!" David said, excitedly.
Emma then made her appearance. Her stomach growled at the delicious scent.
Killian's smile welcomed her. "Love, a cup of coffee?"
"Yes, thank you."
David watched the pair making eyes at each other and decided not to be a third wheel and made his escape. Perhaps he could call Mary Margaret to make more plans.
Killian got a plate ready for Emma as she took her seat.
"Nine-grain toast with strawberries and mascarpone, my lady."
"Yum, this is really good," she moaned as she took bite after bite.
He hadn't seen anything as beautiful in his life.
Emma took the last bite and turned to Killian with a smile. "What should we do today?"
"Your heart's desire," Killian simply answered.
Emma and Killian get dressed, independently of course. Killian Jones was always a gentleman, after all. They set out to explore the city together.
Killian stopped at a market table full of sunglasses.
Emma snorted. "Oh no, no, no, no, no, no," she said as she took the glasses away from him, scrunched her face, and put them back on their display.
Killian looked so sad as he faced her.
"Make that face all you want, but those glasses were so inappropriate for you."
He quirked an eyebrow and they resumed their walk.
Killian gasped. "Emma, love. Emma, come!" he said excitedly as he pulled her toward a house.
"Killian, what are you doing?" she hissed.
He had gotten them inside the house; it appeared to be a museum of sorts.
"Bloody hell! This is where I lived. Good Lord. A portrait of my parents, my brother... and me." He pulled her up the stairs.
Emma looked at the portrait and gulped as she passed it. She still tried to find logic and deny what he told her was true. "Killian, I don't think that we should just be barging around here like that."
Killian held her hand as he pulled her all over the house before he stopped and stood in front of one of the rooms. He faced her with a smile. "Emma, this is my old quarters," he said as he walked to his hidden spot.
Emma looked around frantically. "What are you doing?"
He put pressure on a spot, then they heard a crackling sound. "Emma, this is the place where I put everything I most cared for. Things I didn't want Liam to touch. Like our mother's ring." He showed her a beautiful ring that he somehow knew its hiding place, and she hated to think what that truly meant for them, so she ignored the nagging pull in her heart.
Emma smiled. "Oh, it's breathtaking."
Later that evening, Emma and Killian finally end up cuddled on the sofa together after their day exploring the city.
Emma had her hand on his chest, playing with the hair there. She felt so comfortable in his arms. She sighed. "Do you..."
"Hmm, What would like to know, love?" he asked as he gently caressed her back.
She sighed and shifted in his embrace to see his face. "Do you miss where you're from?"
"Ah, I suppose I do in a way. There are things I miss, such as its rhythm."
"Is that slower like today?"
"Aye, quite a bit slower." He smiled.
She groaned. "That means that tomorrow is Sunday. I don't want it to be Sunday. What I do want is more of this." She snuggled closer to him.
He laughed heartily.
"Ooh, Monday is when we shoot your commercial so that's something exciting." She hummed comfortably from her cozy little bubble.
Not long after that, she drifted into sleep.
Killian kissed the top of her head and took out his mother's ring. He knew she had fallen asleep and it was now a lost moment. He picked her up and took her to bed, and tucked her in affectionately.
Emma said sleepily, "You're tucking me in."
"Aye."
"Huh, you're my Smee."
"Yes, I am Your Grace."
"Hey, hey, you don't have to... don't go upstairs. Stay."
He nodded and got in bed behind her, spooning her. He whispered, "I love you, Emma," in her ear before drifting off to sleep himself.
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Louis exhales, resisting the urge to scream.
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Or, Louis is a struggling witch desperate to prove himself after yet another magic disaster and finds a calling in the haunted house of client Niall Horan. Things get more complicated when he’s assigned a case partner: acclaimed medium and ex-boyfriend, Harry Styles.
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When Louis was a kid, he had a series of very vivid dreams about a place called Wonderland. There were rabbits wearing waistcoats and talking cats and ridiculous tea parties, and amidst all the absurdity, there was a boy. A boy with dimples, big green eyes and the sweetest soul Louis has ever known. Louis has always kept a place in his heart for that boy and for his funny dreamworld, and when he’s twenty-five and his life falls apart, it turns out Wonderland might not be so imaginary after all.
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For the Ask Game: Son Goku
Give me a character and I will answer:
Why I like them: Goku is the main character in Dragon Ball Z, an anime that I have enjoyed tremendously for over 20 years. He kicks aliens really fast and hard, and he eats wolves and bugs and clouds, and he’s very cool and good.
That may sound kind of basic, maybe even borderline sarcastic, but I’m not sure how else to put it. I’ve gotten so used to liking Goku that it’s hard to articulate why.
Like, okay, you know that one episode during the Cell Games, where he’s gonna pick apples from his favorite apple tree? And he does the special karate punch that makes the apples all fall out of the branches without really hurting the tree? In the dub, he says to the tree “Ready for one more round, old timer?” Or something like that, and then after he hits it, he’s like “See? That didn’t hurt a bit.” I’m not getting the lines right, but you get the idea. That’s some choice Goku right there. He’s friends with that tree!
Why I don’t: hE gAvE mOrO a SeNzU bEaN-- ha ha just kidding, but can you imagine not liking Goku? Because of something he did in some horseshit fancomic that doesn’t even count?
Lately, I’ve been hearing a lot of guff from people about Goku showing mercy to his enemies. This is humorous to me, because I’d bet you dollars to donuts that they’re fans of Vegeta and/or Piccolo, and that only happened because Goku decided to have mercy on their stank asses. “Well I like Vegeta because he kills people.” He only gets to do that because Goku allowed him to live. Best Green Dad doesn’t happen without Goku, period, end of sentence, new paragraph.
I’m not a lore expert like that guy on Twitter who only watched DBZ Abridged, but here’s some cool trivia for you: Cell could have self-destructed and destroyed the Earth at any time. It literally does not matter that Goku gave Cell a senzu bean before Gohan fought him, because Cell would have done the same thing no matter who beat him or how. If Gohan had wiped him out quickly, that nucleus would have survived and regenerated, and he would come back even stronger. The senzu bean just delayed the inevitable outcome, and not even by that much, because Cell wasn’t that worn out in the first place. The whole thing with the senzu bean was Goku playing headgames with Cell and no one seems to understand that but me.
But what about Moro, you ask? Hey, come here.
Closer. No, closer.
Listen to me. I love you, okay? But the Dragon Ball Super manga isn’t canon. Hating Goku over something he did in Super is like hating Superman for something he did in a Mad Magazine bit.
“Blargle blargle he doesn’t kiss his wife bad father, tournament of power--” I super mega don’t care about any of these ice cold takes. Every day I go on YouTube and it recommends me the dirt worst Star Wars commentary videos. “Maybe the SITH were actually the GOOD GUYS and the JEDI were the BAD GUYS! Huh? Did I just BLOW your MIND? Be sure to like and subscribe!” Every dope with a keyboard seems to think they can flip the script and pretend they’re some kind of genius. “Thanos was right!” “Magneto was right!” “Dr. Doom was right!” “Antifa are the real fascists when you stop and think about it!” “Masks and vaccines are bullshit, COVID-19 is a hoax, but if it were real, maybe it’s the good guy in this situation!”
I didn’t mean to go off on a rant here, but the whole point of Goku is that he’s a pretty cool guy, and the hero of his particular adventure, and you see all these people trying to outsmart that somehow, like it’s not the premise of the character. It’s like all those fan theories about how every show is really one character having a coma dream in the hospital. It’s fake-deep, like when Will Smith’s kid goes on the internet and says something like “Water isn’t wet when you stop and think about it.”
I’m not saying everyone has to like Goku, but I don’t get the hate-boner people have for him. I don’t like cole slaw, it’s soggy and insipid and I don’t understand it, but I don’t go around trying to convince people it’s not made out of cabbage.
Anyway, Goku’s awesome.
Favorite episode (scene if movie): It’s hard to choose, but DBZ #248 always fucks me up. I looked it up in my liveblog archive to get the episode number right, and the first line of that post: This one always fucks me up.
Moving on.
Favorite season/movie: In Dragon Ball terms, I guess this refers to the sagas, so I’ll go with Cell Games. Goku goes into the battle with this flawed, touch-and-go plan, and it works. He defeats perfection with imperfection, and it’s glorious.
Favorite line: “What I represent can never be destroyed,” is one of the most metal lines ever uttered, anywhere. It’s a threat and a moral lesson all in one.
Favorite outfit: Two answers for this one.
Shu’s outfit in the Fortuneteller Baba Saga was awesome. I used to wear yellow T-shirts to work, so when I put on my blue labcoat I would see myself in the restroom mirror and think: yeaaaaahhhhhh.
I’m also big into Goku’s look during the Cell Games, classic orange outfit, blue shirt, with the Super Saiyan form ready to go. That may sound obvious, since this is kind of Goku’s default look, but it takes a while to get all of this together. For me, it was a big deal to see Goku in action as a Super Saiyan in his standard fighting gear, because the whole time he was SSJ on Namek his shirt was ruined. Against Gero and 19 he was sick, but starting with the Cell Games, we get him fresh as a daisy, and it’s worth the wait. Harder to stealth cosplay, though.
OTP: Gochi. Come on. I don’t even care that much about ships, but they’re adorable on the show, and the internet backlash against Gochi only intensifies my defiance.
Brotp: I wrote a fanfic with Goku and Yamcha just joyriding in the desert, and that seemed pretty awesome, so maybe we need more of that.
I dunno, maybe I’m giving this to Bulma. They don’t get a ton of screen time together after a certain point in the show, but the bond between them is this really sublime thing. In the same fanfic, I wrote Bulma and Goku interacting, and that was just a pleasure to write.
Head Canon: I think Goku being an alien orphan matters more to him than he lets on. Early on, he knew he had parents but he didn’t know why they left him in the woods. Pretty much every interaction he has with the outside world is about him being different. Then he finds out he’s a Saiyan and all the Saiyans hate him for being weak and sentimental and so on. He can kick all their asses, but that doesn’t make him any less of an outcast.
I think becoming a Super Saiyan is a bigger deal to him than he lets on. That moment kind of serves as this unspoken proof that there’s more to being a “true” Saiyan than Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz ever knew. That maybe, if his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great granny could see him, she might approve.
Unpopular opinion:
Yukio Ebisawa is underrated.
A wish: I always wanted to see Goku style on Broly ‘93. It seemed unfair to me that they kept bringing Broly back, and even teased a rematch with Goku in Movie 11, only to not deliver on it. I wanted Goku to turn Super Saiyan 2 and Broly’d be all “oh noes!” and Goku would look at him and be all “Yeah. What now, bitch? That green shit won’t cut it anymore.”
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: I think my darkest fear about the Dragon Ball franchise is that it’ll get bastardized like Superman, where some giant multimedia corporation owns it, has no idea how to tell new stories with it, and refuses to let it lapse into the public domain. I have no idea how public domain works in Japan, but “Disney Toei’s Dragon Ball KH” doesn’t sit well with me. Hopefully I’ll be dead by the time that happens.
Like, Rise of Skywalker wasn’t that bad. But it did lead me to worry that they really have no idea how to make Star Wars work. They got it right enough, but the part where Rose is going to stay and guard the base or whatever, it just made me realize they’re only guessing, and they just happen to guess right often enough to succeed. And it’s not like you can jump over to some other studio and see how they handle a Star Wars movie.
5 words to best describe them: Ain’t nothin’ to fuck with.
My nickname for them: Geeko. Ha ha, just kidding.
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Peter Parker NSFW Alphabet
Hi! Could I please please please get a cute and a NSFW alphabet with Peter? Thanks!💕
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He’s the most tender and thoughtful of lovers. He just loves to lay in bed with you in his arms for hours, just holding you close, and caressing your back or your arms or any part of your body he can reach, really. He could spend entire days and nights like that, just laying next to your naked form, tangling his finger with yours and talking. His pillow talk is the most interesting too, he can talk about everything from quantum physics and the intricacies of how gravity bends space-time to how Brussel’s sprouts are just basically fun sized cabbages.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He’s not one for vanity and he actually kinda doesn’t like how bulky he’s gotten since that spider bite years ago. But he likes that he it made him strong. He likes being strong to protect you, and even to help you with domestic, ordinary things, like moving your couch up four flight of stairs to your dorm room. And of course, he loves being strong enough be able to carry you and hold you up with just one arm without any effort, to fuck you standing up without needing a wall for support.
His favorite body part of yours are your legs and where they lead: he loves your feet, your calves, your strong thighs, your gorgeous butt and… well, you can guess. He loves having those legs around him, either while he pounds into you, or while he carries you swinging on his webs across New York, or making out with you sitting on the kitchen counter while he stands between them. He just loves how he fits perfectly there, like that’s where he belongs.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He loves to mark you, he loves physical manifestations of you being his. But he hates to hurt you, and he refuses to leave lasting marks like hickeys -that, admittedly, are pretty painful because of his super strength- and bruises on purpose, that’s just out of question for him.
So, the alternative he so creatively found, is to mark you with his come. He still loves to come inside you, but pulling out just in time and paint your chest, your belly or your butt in white ribbons just drives him crazy
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He has heightened senses, and his sense of smell is no exception. He has an unconfirmed theory that he can perceive pheromones, at least on some level. Specifically, human pheromones. More specifically, yours.
He thinks that because your perfume drives him insane. Not like the bottled perfume you use when you guys go on dates, but your natural scent. It smells like home. It smells like mate.
It’s just so animalistic, so feral that he would never tell you, but sometimes, when you are away, he buries his face on your pillow or your clothes, and gets himself off like that, solely on the smell of you.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
While he is not underage, thank you very much, he is young. So he’s had some experience but not a lot.
However, he is a fast learner, and pleasuring you is a fascinating subject for him. He painstakingly catalogs and commits your reactions to memory, and quickly becomes an expert on you and what you like.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
As mentioned before, he loves having you wrapped around him, so the lotus, missionary, standing up or up against a wall, anything with a lot of skin on skin contact.
Positions like doggy style, the necklace of Venus, etc, just don’t feel close enough. He wants intimacy, he wants to look at you in the eyes when he makes you fall apart, he wants to bury himself deep into you, he wants as much of you as he can get.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Not as much goofy as he is playful; he likes to make you smile and he likes to have fun in bed, but it’s sex, it’s not stand up comedy.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He shaved everything off once. It was itchy and miserable and he’s NOT doing that again. Like, ever.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Peter Parker wears his heart on his sleeve. The bedroom is not exception. What he feels for you is deep, it’s fiery, it’s all consuming, and it translates into meaningful, intense sex. Even when he fucks you roughly it still is making love, because he loves you and he just can’t hide it or turn it off. Not that you would want him to, anyway.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
His sex drive is quite high, so he masturbates a couple times a day if you are not near or simply not in the mood.
K= Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Don’t let those big brown innocent eyes fool you, he is a kinky bastard.
In real life he respects -and actually loves- your independence, and how powerful and empowered you are. But in bed, his possessive streak is released. He loves to dominate you, call you his own, make you beg. More than once he webbed your hands to the headboard, or tied you up in beautiful, intricate kinbaku or shibari designs using his web.
He also has a huge praise kink, always telling you how beautiful you are, how good you are, how perfect for him. He calls you his Queen. And it goes both ways, because he is such a sucker for you telling him how great he is, how good he feels. It’s not exactly dirty talk, but it’s hot non the less.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
While any place he can get you alone is good enough for a hot make out session, for the actual sex he prefers the bedroom. Or anywhere in your apartment, as long as he can be sure you two are alone and not likely to get interrupted. He’s NOT into exhibitionism or public sex, he can’t stand the risk of someone walking in and accidentally see you like this. He respects you too much for that.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
You are his biggest turn on. Your body, the way you move, the helpless little moans you make when he hits that spot… yeah, he doesn’t need anything else to get him going.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He won’t ever endanger you or hurt you in anyway. He could never stand to cause you pain. So nothing like breath play, or spanking, etc. Even when he plays with ropes (or webs), he’s always making sure you are ok. Your safety is the most important thing for him.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He is a giver, his greatest pride is to make you fall apart. Add to that the way the taste of you drives him wild and, well… He could -and have- spend hours between your legs.
He is not as much into receiving it because he’s afraid of loosing control and hurt you by pounding into your mouth too roughly (sometimes having super strength can have disadvantages), but you will convince him of indulging in it every once in a while.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He can be both, it truly just depends on his mood at the moment.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He is more of a fan of long marathon sex sessions, he likes to be able to take his time and have his way with you as he pleases. But you both are busy individuals and sometimes, when you have been separated by long periods of time (Like, a week. Hey, it’s a long time for him!), His aching for you get to be too much, and he’ll take you anyway he can. At those times is urgent, and passionate, and frenzied and just so hot!
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He’s curious, definitely would try anything once, as long as it’s safe for you of course.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
There’s a reason he likes marathon sex, he has the stamina to go for hours, maybe even days. Anything shorter can appease him but won’t fully satiate his hunger for you.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He’s extremely creative and good at using everyday objects as toys. In his talented hands, an electric toothbrush or a snake venom extractor can become the perfect tool for the most exquisite torture.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He likes to tease you to the point of it being almost unbearable, until you are a moaning, begging mess. Then and only then will he give in to you. And to his own need, because the truth is he wants you just as badly and desperately, he just has slightly better control.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Peter is a very expressive guy, and it’s no different in bed. He makes the hottest (and horniest) faces during sex, and yes, the hottest sounds too. Starting with little moans and growls at the beginning, as his pleasure increases so does his volume. He can get very loud when he comes, and you always can tell when he is close because he swears a lot.
You love it, because it makes it so easy to know when he likes something, and makes you feel so powerful, even in your more submissive roll, to know it’s you the one that’s making him feel so good, the one he wants so badly that it almost physically hurts.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He is a great photographer, he has an aesthetic Instagram he is quite proud of. But by far his best work, at least according to him, is the huge collection of pictures he has of you.
Always analogic, he takes the time to develop the film himself, at home. And not just because of his love of old school photography, but because even if most of them are artistic close ups and compositions, some of them are just filthy and unadulterated porn. And in all of them you are very clearly naked.
And he’s a smart guy, he knows just how easily a device or system can be hacked, so there is no way he is taking any chances of exposing you like that by being dumb enough to have any image of you in digital format. No, that’s a show for his eyes only.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
The spider bite that gave him those drool worthy biceps and lickable abs, gave him… other… mouthwatering… assets. Impressive assets.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
To misquote Dr. Banner, that’s Peter’s secret: He always wants you.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He’s highly energetic so it takes a lot to wear him out. And I mean a lot. But afterwards, he has the most restful sleep, secure in the knowledge that the most important thing in the world to him, is protected and sleeping in his arms.
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is it problematic to kin scarlett o'hara. please. obviously not the fucking slave ownership part but the naivety and hopeless romantic ness like GOD i'm so conflicted
(edit- I'm writing this preface after the fact. I had whiskey today, the first alcohol I've drank in months and months, and aside from a single mikes hard blackberry lemonade, is the only I've had in well over a year. I am a huge lightweight and my brain gets stupid after one shot. I am very brainstupid right now so please excuse the long post and potential rambling tangents as I originally wanted to just say the first one but then I realized hey wait no I have things to say) I feel like you should ask an actual black person about the moral logistics of kinning a fictional character who happens to be a slave owner because black opinions on black social issues supersede white opinions on black social issues, but with that being said you are asking for my personal opinion so I will give it: every character in classic literature is problematic in some way/shape/form. in fact EVERY SINGLE FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN ALL MEDIA IS PROBLEMATIC IN SOME WAY BECAUSE EVERY SAPIENT BEING IS FLAWED & SHAPED BY THEIR EXPERIENCES/ENVIRONMENT AND THEREFORE ULTIMATELY SUBJECT TO SOCIAL CONDITIONING, and as fictional characters they are also subject to the inherent bias of their creator. when you start nitpicking this it never ends well so think of it this way: scarlett's character is not built on being a slave owner, but on being a- as you put it- naive hopeless romantic. she is clearly on good terms with mamie, and doesn't abuse her or call her the n word in a derogatory sense (at least from what I remember from the movie), and doesn't spew any antiblack hate speech or ethnosupremacist ideology. this means that while she is still white and benefits from white privilege and contributes daily to the systemic oppression of black people and is for all intents and purposes racist in the same way that every white person (even me) are, she is not "racist" as by the definition of "hates black people and wants them to all either be subservient or die". these are two different things defined by the same word which causes no end of needless debate. anyway the point is, you're not idolizing her inherent racism, but her personality. it's not like you're kinning Leo DiCaprio from Django, or the nazis in American History X, or the cops from Do The Right Thing, or the racists in Get Out, or any other character whose traits consist pretty much exclusively of "I am a giant racist asshole". Scarlett is a round, dynamic character who goes through growth and change as the story progresses; she isn't a plot device that personifies an ideology. she isn't just a racist. that's an incredibly reductivist and narrow minded way of thinking; a very shitty character analysis. she's a character in a changing world dealing with massively changing circumstances who ultimately becomes a better person after trials and adversity. she's flawed, she's imperfect, she's kind of an immature spoiled brat at times, but that's just how humans are. humans are flawed. humans are imperfect. and seeing yourself in a character who happens to be from a different culture than you (owning slaves is bad and it was bad when everyone did it but like so is free market capitalism but that doesn't mean people who like A:tLA's cabbage merchant are all bootlicking oppressors of the proletariat) isn't "problematic". it's perfectly normal. my boyfriend kins a character who's a cop, a mass murderer, a former assassin, the CEO of a corporation, etc. I kin a character who's an imperialist monarch, a terrorist, a current assassin, an incel [simon from cry of fear I should clarify not fucking mineta ugh], etc. you're fine, it's fine, you can chill.
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You do realize that one of two people will be the President of the United States on January 20, 2021–yes? Either the incumbent or the Democratic nominee will hold the office, and that’s a legacy as old as Jefferson and Hamilton. If you can not stop trashing both aspirants to the office may I suggest that you pursue the acquisition of a passport as well as some means of leaving the country? Your laments are so doleful as to finally become comedy.
You know what’s really funny? Everything about YOU. I’ll tell you why, since you bothered to ask. I at least owe you that much since you didn’t ask anon.
I get this sort of banter every now and again so I thought I’d display it and answer the question at hand.
First off, this “#Murica, love it or leave it!” horseshit has two facets to it in response.
ONE: “Go fuck yourself. If you’re so willing to lie down and take it in the ass for one of the parties constantly screwing you, you’re pretty useless. Why don’t YOU leave since you’ve clearly given up the fight? “Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness” comes at a price, sometimes a high one, and you have to FIGHT for it. If you’re willing to just bend over and take an elbow deep fist in your ass from the Democrats so it can jerk off the GOP while its dick is constantly forced down your throat, then perhaps YOU are the one who needs to pack up and fuck off to Saudi Arabia or North Korea. Maybe Russia or China are more your speed.
TWO: Are YOU going to pay my way if I decide to give up on America and abandon my home and the nation that I love? I may not love your precious politicians, but I’m still proud to be an American. I served, am a vet, but THIS is not the nation I signed up to defend. This era of US history is the Big Sellout, and you, dumbass, are a part of that.
You people had chances and opportunities to make this a better place than when you found it, but over the five decades I’ve been alive all I’ve seen is people fighting to get in line to buy the government snake oil like it’s a Cabbage Patch Kid or the new iPhone. It’s pathetic how much the US lacks vision or has any real pride or dignity worth talking about. We’re not #1 at fuck-all anything worth bragging about unless it’s how bad the education system has gotten or that we’re the TOP nation in the world for incarcerated citizens per capita and it’s mostly geared towards men who happen to have a dark complexion.
The rich and powerful exist here because WE ALLOW it. People like you, you defunct Fox “News” fan, are either a cheering fan for the status quo of yesteryear with Biden who wants to turn back the calendar to a time that BROUGHT US TRUMP in the first place OR you’re a trump fan who has NO IDEA… well, no ideas or thoughts about anything. Trump’s shown us who we really as a nation apparently- deluded, self-centered, selfish assholes, and the WORLD can see it. Not all of us, granted, but as a generalization, we truly suck. Such a waste of enormous potential, especially given all the resources we’ve had over the years.
As a result, we’re being overwhelmed by a virus that’s killing us by the thousands and perhaps millions some day. But, since we no longer believe in or do science anymore, nothing much is coming to save us. If/When the time comes that its run its course and should we find a vaccine, there are still anti-vaxxers who’d rather die than take a cure. Then there are the religious zealots who think Jesus will protect them. You know; the ones who are dropping like flies these days? Those assholes; the hypocrites who think they’re part of ‘the faithful’ who, if you believe in that sort of thing, do Satan’s bidding more than Jesus’.
If you’re not boiling mad at the GOP for literally doing everything they can to go out of their way to keep the US a hateful, racist, peddler of death nation bent on keeping its citizens poor and undereducated, you’re not a part of the solution. If your fucked-up solution is to have those not happy with the butt-hurt they peddle move to another country, it shows you’ve got no pride or respect for your country or yourself. You’re weak, ignorant, selfish and stupid all rolled into a big burrito of go fuck yourself.
If you’re not making a fist so tight that your nails are digging into your palms when you hear that the Democrats are literally forcing us to choose one racist sexual predator that can’t hold a thought or form sentences as the “champion” to replace the incumbent one, you’re DEFINITELY not a part of the solution. Also, you’re an idiot, an asshole, and totally a Biden Bro.
What will it take for YOU to open your window and shout out “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!” eh? You people rolling over for Biden are pathetic weaklings who sold out women and #MeToo and sold your souls to #MeTooExceptBiden, allowing the bar to be set to the same, low, cesspool standard that the GOP glorifies in. You sold out party, country, woman, minorities, and everything that was once even remotely good about the party that allegedly represented the working class so that the party leaders can keep their cash flow from Big Pharma, the Insurance lobby, Big Oil and the Military Industrial Complex. You’ve turned the Democratic party into yesterdays feckless, weak and worthless GOP while the current GOP drags the country even FURTHER to the fucking right. You’re aiding and abetting the foulest elements of the nation’s existence.
Your attitude has cost us our place on the world stage and most of our allies while we crawl under the covers with bedfellows we once considered enemies because they treat their people like shit. Now WE are one of those shithole countries you people used to rant about… AND YOU’RE PROUD OF IT and unwilling to stand up and fix it. Instead, you prefer those who are willing to do your job FOR you to just move elsewhere. Loser. Listen, if you’re too much of a wuss to stand up to the establishment that’s using your tax dollars to bail out the rich while pissing table scraps down upon you, that’s on you. You’re too stupid to know better. I get it. But until YOU get off YOUR ASS and hold your government accountable, you’ve got no room to criticize those who ARE doing it.
We’re in the middle of a pandemic and the ONE GUY who has been fighting for his decades-long career for UNIVERSAL health care was someone YOU opted out. American apparently hasn’t suffered enough to grow a pair of whatever motivates it to stand up to the wealth inequality. The US idolizes the rich and instead of fighting for a chance to live at least a DECENT life without having to worry about going tits-up and pear-shape because of hospital bills or job losses, they’d rather just piss away their fortunes and futures so that people with more money than they can spend in a lifetime of ten could possibly spend, all while THEY pay little to ZERO taxes, leaving YOU stuck with the bill. That’s on YOU if you’re willing to bend over and just take it in the ass and take it dry; no kiss, no lube, not so much as a feel-around. That’s YOU.
You, sir, are the problem. Clearly, with people like you, the US is simply BEGGING for 4 more years of trumplefuckery. Perhaps you even deserve it. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, but who am I? I’m just one of the few willing to call anyone out on their bullshit, from the GOP overall to Pelosi’s feckless approach, to Schumer’s “kid who gets beaten on the schoolyard daily” approach to trying to appear useful. I’ll shit on Liz Warren for not backing a Progressive approach and getting behind Sanders EARLY; screwing her friend and ally AGAIN like in 2016. I’ll call out all the other “candidates” who say one thing while their track records show that they’re pretty full of shit. I’ll DEMAND that we have a party that’s transparent and willing to fight to drag us BACK to the Left instead of the “oh, let’s settle for plutocracy and oligarchy because it’s better than fascism” route. Fuck that, fuck them, and of course fuck you too. Thought I forgot about you? Oh, this is all about you, you spineless goon.
So let me know if you and your ilk are willing to throw your precious few dollars into a GO FUND ME to finance my move to another country. This includes my family, all our belongings, and of course a home once we get there. Naturally, you’ll be finding us ALL gainful employment there and the costs for the passports, visas, and whatnot and you’ll of course be lining us ALL up with jobs. I’ve got a big family, so it’s going to be pretty goddamn expensive. Shit, just ME moving is going to cost more than you’d be willing to cough up.
In the mean time, I’m going to remain here, giving the finger to the GOP, the Establishment/Corporate owned Democrats, and people like you. Seriously, you’re an idiot.
@ imall4frogs He’s talking about people like YOU.
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Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers - Ambiguous Fandom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark
Summary:
Tired of Tony and Steve's constant fighting and bickering, the other Avengers sentence them to couple's therapy.
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“DAMN YOU, STARK!”
Ugh, it was way to early for this, Tony was only two coffees in and dealing with Steve required at least two more cups. His holy coffein intake didn't seem to matter to Steve though, as he came storing into the living room, interrupting Tony and Rhodey's highly intelligent discussion about Jeopardy.
“What?”, Tony shot over; he was however pretty sure that he didn't want to know and most certainly didn't care.
“When the milk is empty, just throw the damn carton out! Is that so hard?”, Steve moaned and gestured around with the empty carton.
“And who says it was me?” Steve was completely right, it had been Tony. But before he'd admit to that, hell'd freeze over.
“Please, can we not argue about it like five-year olds? Just throw out the milk so I know to get a new one.” With a sigh and an exasperated and frankly quite condescending eye roll that Tony did not miss, Steve turned and walked out again.
“For fuck's sake”, Rhodey groaned, once the door had closed behind the super soldier. “Correct me if I'm wrong, JARVIS, but that puts the milk-fights somewhere in the mid-twenties, right?”
“It was indeed the 26th time Stark and Rogers have fought over the milk”, JARVIS reported. “Add that to the 19 discussions about profanity, 23 about appropriate levels of music during night time, 11 about Star Wars, 17 about Star Wars before Captain Rogers had seen them, 28 about how to make proper coffee, 24 about cars vs motorbikes, 16 about Monopoly and 8 about how to pronounce GIF. Together that makes 172 in the last 16 days.”
“You kept fucking count?”, Tony groaned. “you Rainman...”
“No, not Rainman. I currently feel like something between Ms Doubtfire and Mary Poppins. So either you two get your shit together or I'll turn all Nurse Ratchett/ Ms Trunchbull on your asses, capiche?”
“Yes, Mum...”
“Just get your damn coffee”, Rhodey grumbled and turned his attention back to the rerun of Jeopardy.
“Ok, but hear me out.” Tony pulled up the holographic model to show Bruce what he was talking about. “If we manage a miniscule version of the arc reactor, the Hulkbuster wouldn't be just some giant armour, but could fulfil some minor automated functions.”
“What kind of automation are we talking about here?” Having that powerful a reactor comprised into something that was supposed to take down Hulk, without blowing up an entire city block... Bruce wasn't too sure about that.
“Mostly for movement. We're talking about copious amounts of weight here, and without some form of automation, Thor'll be the only one who can actually move in it.”
“Yeah, I get that. It's just... Does it have to be arc-technology? Last time it was Hulk against Ironman, I almost blew up half of New York and was this close to giving you a heart attack.”
“But that's why we need to make it smaller so...”
“TONY!”
Ugh, not again. Steve stormed into the workshop and stared Tony down.
“Steve, please. Me and Tony are very busy and...”
The super soldier barely graced Bruce with as much as a fleeting glance and pointed right at Stark. “Next time you're hungry, stay the hell away from my leftovers!”
“Right, because I would voluntarily eat your sprouts with cabbage and shit”, Tony scoffed and turned back to the Hulkbuster model.
“Every time I put my name on it. And of all the Avengers you're the only one disrespectful enough to ignore that.”
“Oh, so now I'm disrespectful?”
That was it for Bruce. Those two could continue for hours like that and Bruce was not gonna do that to himself. And, as much as hulking out might help to get those two idiots in line, Bruce really was not keen on doing that either.
Neither seemed to notice him leaving the lab and after the door had closed behind him, Bruce leaned with a heavy sigh against the wall. “JARVIS? What's the count?”
“193.”
.
“Boss, your presence is required in the briefing room.”
“Oh, come on.” Tony hated being interrupted mid-project with a passion. “Scale 1-10 how important is it?”
“According to Agent Romanoff it is at a 17.”
“Fine”, he groaned, put the wrench down and trudged upstairs. It couldn't be an imminent mission, JARVIS hadn't sounded any alarms, so there was probably no need to worry.
Or maybe there was, at least judging how all the Avengers stood around the table, eyeing him sternly.
“Where's the fire?”
“For weeks, you and Rogers have been at each other's throats”, Clint began, and Tony was already done.
“Right then.” Tony turned on his heel and walked back towards the door. The locked door. “What the fuck, J? Unlock the door!”
“I am not authorized to do that.”
“Excuse me?” Tony stared at the camera. “You are my AI. My command trumps every other command you're given.”
“Not if I deem it crucial.”
“Traitor!”, he hissed before turning back to the Avengers. “Taking over my AI comes with dire consequen...”
“Shut it, Stark”, Nat interrupted and motioned for him to sit back down next to Cap.
His hands raised in mock-defense, he complied.
“And now listen, both of you. Your bickering is making everybody miserable.”
“Amen to that”, Wanda threw in.
“We're not that bad”, Steve stated, and Tony nodded along.
“JARVIS?”
“In the last 4 weeks alone have been 256 incidents. This number accounts only for altercations within proximity to the tower and all tech linked to my server.”
Granted, Tony got how that might be annoying. However... “That is so not on me.”
“Excuse me?” Steve turned to Tony, pure offence written all over his features. “Clearly the team cannot excuse your behaviour or they...”
“It's on you both”, Natasha made clear. “And everybody suffers for it. So you left us with no choice: you're being sentenced to couples therapy.”
“No.” Both Tony and Steve stared at her with wide eyes, their jaws on the ground.
“You can't be serious”, Tony protested once he caught himself again. “We do not need therapy!”
“Tony's right”, Steve nodded.
“See?” Tony gestured between himself and Rogers. “We're agreeing on something! There's absolutely no need for any type of counselling.”
“Your opinion doesn't matter”, Banner made clear.
“Yes, it does! I run this damn team.”
“And I finance this damn team”, Tony finished Steve's reasoning.
“As your doctors, me and Helen already signed off on it. And so has Fury. You're going and that's it.”
Fuck. Tony slumped back in his chair. Therapy. With Rogers.
“Everything is handled with utmost discretion”, Vision explained. “The SHIELD-approved psychologist has already signed a NDA and should arrive at the tower as we speak.”
“THE FUCK?”, Tony yelled out, “our appointment is NOW?”
“So neither of you can weasel out of it”, Rhodey shrugged.
That was the worst part about all this: his honey-bear being part of all this. It felt even worse than JARVIS being part of this conspiracy.
“Fine”, Steve just groaned, “Let's get this over with.” With that he got up, looking at Tony all expectantly until he too, followed suit.
“Conference Room C”, Nat fake-smiled and waved them away.
Tony was in no hurry to get there any time soon and inspected the spectacularly unspectacular white walls of the hallway.
“Come on!”, Steve complained.
“Why?”
“Because we shouldn't let the doctor wait!”
“I couldn't give less of a fuck about that doc or your annoying need to be perfectly on time.”
With an eye roll, Steve just turned and strutted off towards the conference room. Fine with Tony; he could very well do without the nagging.
He was gonna get them back; Nat, Rhodey, Clint, all of them. And if it was the last thing he'd ever do; Tony was gonna get his revenge.
.
Mark was nervous, immensely so. He was about to start counselling Captain America and Ironman! How in the name of everything that was good and holy in the world was this real life?
It was incredibly bizarre; as a kid he had collected the Captain America baseball cards and just two weeks ago he gifted his son the newest Ironman action figure; his daughter never went to sleep is she didn't have the Avengers-blankie.
But there wasn't time for more than two deep breaths, the door opened and in walked Captain America. Keep it together!
“Hello, Mr Rogers, the name is Mark Simmons; it's a pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise”, he smiled and shook the outstretched hand. “Please excuse my partner's tardiness; it's his form of protest.”
“Don't pretend like you want to be here”, Stark scoffed as he walked through the door, before he turned to Mark. “Good day, doctor. Just so you know, up until ten minutes ago, neither of us knew about this...” - he waved his hands around, gesturing between the three men - “arrangement. And to be perfectly honest, neither of us really fancies the idea of therapy.”
“Your honesty is appreciated”, Mark smiled. “Since I'm already here though...” He motioned for the two to sit down and, less willingly than anything else, they complied.
“Well, since neither of you know what to expect from me or our meetings, let me explain what it is I do. My name is Mark Simmons and I specialize in business psychology; you could say couple's therapy for a co-workers. What I'm here to do, is to get the communication going.”
“Oh there is no issue there”, Tony rolled his eyes. “This one's more than vocal about what I apparently keep on doing wrong.”
“Not apparently”, Steve hissed.
“It doesn't seem to bother the others.”
Oh dear. Not even five minutes in and Mark already feared the worst; this would be a tough one.
“I understand that your situation is a difficult one”, he commented, when he finally got a word in, “since you not only work but also live together. But that's why it is important for us to get to the bottom of it all, of where all this tension stems from.”
“We don't like each other”, Stark shrugged”, what more is there to it?”
“More than you'd think. I do need to say right away that this will only work if you are honest with me and each other. In return I assure you that I will be transparent about any and all methods and intentions.”
“That does sound reasonable”, Rogers nodded. Still, even though he seemed to be more open to the whole idea than Stark, the Captain was just as apprehensive; he just tried to hide it.
“No promises”, Stark made clear and Mark could only smile.
“Thank you for your honesty, Mr Stark.”
“Tony.”
“Right then. If you'd be willing I would like to hear some of the typical arguments you have, so I can get a better picture of the situation.”
“Ask JARVIS, he keeps a log”, Tony snorted.
“It is not my job to counsel JARVIS” - whoever that was - “you two are my clients, so it's from you I'd like to hear it.”
“He's just got one to many sticks up his ass”, Tony shrugged and toyed around with a screwdriver he got out his jeans pocket.
“No, he's just a sloppy and spoiled prat, who never learned how to share and live with others.”
“I am not sloppy! I mean sure, I can get sloppy in bed...” He left the rest unsaid, and a smug grin played over his lips.
“You see”, Steve groaned, “everything is a joke to him! I – honest to God – can't remember if I've ever had a serious conversation with you.”
“Well, maybe I don't want to have a serious conversation with you”, Stark shot back.
“Well, doctor”, Steve forced a smile, “I guess there you have it.”
Wow. This was gonna be just great.
.
“Hey Tones.” Rhodey, that traitor, walked into the lab and shot Tony the smuggest grin. “How was your first session with Dr Simmons?”
“You're an asshole”, Tony grumbled and turned his attention back to the motor he was repairing.
“Thanks dear, I love you, too.”
“Seriously, what the fuck were you thinking?” Tony must have looked sufficiently pissed off, since the smugness in Rhodey's look changed to something sombre.
“Me and the rest of the team were thinking that whatever is going on between you and Rogers can't continue like this. It's breaking the team and it's breaking the two of you as well. So you're gonna deal with it.”
“And what if I don't?”
“Then we're gonna lock you two in a room with Hulk.”
“Proactive choice. Just gotta warn you: this is gonna end in disaster.”
“Can't be worse than it is now.”
.
“So why don't you just throw the empty milk carton out?”
It's been thirty minutes and the two Avengers were still fighting over the damn milk. But, instead of giving Mark the chance to dig a little deeper and guide the conversation towards what really upset them, they kept on talking over him. If their last four sessions were anything to go by, they probably forgot Mark was there.
“I have more important things going on in my head to check if I finished the milk or whatever.”
“Right because it's too much to ask for you to take these three seconds to check that.”
“Yeah, but guess what, Rogers: I don't owe you shit.”
Ah, finally, they got to a bigger issue. For a few moments they just stared at each other, Tony's defiance head-on meeting Steve's confusion.
It was the super soldier that broke the silence. “That has nothing to do with me wanting you to do this for me. It's just the proper basis for a bunch of people living together.”
“And why am I the only one that gets your speeches? Clint drinks the juice right out of the container, Vision has zero instinct about privacy and walks right through walls, Thor eats everybody's pop tarts and I don't think I can recall a single time that Wanda cleaned the microwave. So please, Captain, what is it about me that is so unbearable or well, more so than the others?”
“Because you do it on purpose!”, Steve cried out. “All that bullshit didn't start until about two or three months ago. So what the hell changed that you felt the need to be such a pain?”
“Because I can't allow myself to like you.” Tony all but spat the words in Steve's face, got up and turned to Mark. “Thanks, doc. For everything.” Not sure whether it was meant sarcastically or not, Mark just stared after Ironman as he walked out.
“Well”, he eventually cleared his throat. “I guess we can stop talking about milk, leftovers and swearing.”
“Yeah...” Until now, Steve had stared at the closed door, only now he turned to Mark. “Let's just hope he shows up next time...”
.
He didn't.
But Steve hadn't really expected anything else. All week, Tony had kept away from Steve, not once did they run into each other.
After Tony missed another appointment, Steve got worried. Fine, he had been worried ever since Tony had told him that he couldn't like him, but now he allowed the worry to come through.
“Bruce?” The scientist was – as he had been for the last few days – by himself in the lab.
“Steve, hey”, Bruce smiled and waved for Steve to come inside. “What's going on?”
“Have you seen Tony these last few days?”
“Of course not”, Bruce chuckled, “he's in his house in Malibu.”
“Wait, what?” Steve couldn't help his face from dropping.
“Yeah, he said something about some issues with the LA branch of SI.”
“Oh. Right then. Thanks.” With an awkward wave, Steve turned and walked out, as Bruce's concerned looked burned into the back of his head.
Right, SI LA needed its boss every now and again; it made plenty of sense for Tony having to go there somewhat spontaneously.
Something in Steve's gut felt so very off about it though. Disappearing from one moment to the next, not even cancelling their sessions with Dr Simmons... Something was not right and Steve felt somewhat responsible.
Unfortunately, very impulsively so; as much as he hated flying, Steve found himself in the next machine to California.
All through the flight, he had thought about what he wanted to say, but now that a cleaning lady, Miriam, led him through the villa, his head was pretty empty.
In a wide light-filled room, Tony sat on the floor, screwing around with something that looked like it had once been part of an Ironmansuit.
“Tony.”
“Rogers, what the fuck do you want?” Stark didn't even look up.
“I want to check on you.”
“Could've just called.”
“Would you have picked up?”
“Probably not”, he admitted, still not gracing Steve with as much as a fleeting glance. “Thanks for flying out though and have a safe journey back to New York.”
“Tony, I'm not leaving until you talk to me.”
“What do you want me to say?”, Stark groaned, threw the wrench on the ground and glared at Steve. “Seriously, what do you need to hear to fuck off?”
“The truth.”
“How original.” With a roll of his eyes, Tony got up and wiped the oil off his hands. Steve doubted it was of use, the rag that had probably once been white was almost black by now.
“Tony, please.”
“Why?” He strutted right up to Steve but he wasn't about to let himself be intimidated. “Why do you care?”
“I care about you and our team. And I thought we have gotten close, I do consider you a friend. And that's why I care about you.”
After staring at Steve for a few moments, Tony dropped his head. “Fuck”, he mumbled. “Right here goes. I'm sorry for screwing with you these last weeks. It was all my fault and I'll be good from now on and we no longer need to deal with the shrink. Deal?”
“No”, Steve made clear. “I flew to LA so we can work on what has the entire team upset and isn't good for the two of us either. So tell me, what I can do to make you more comfortable around me, and I'll gladly do it.” He took two careful steps towards Tony. “Please.”
“I appreciate that, but there's nothing you can do.”
“You said you can't allow yourself to like me.”
When Tony stayed silent, Steve continued: “Is it because of Howard?” It had to be, Tony's Dad was the only thing that connected them profoundly enough for Tony to hate Steve.
“What do you think?”, Tony scoffed. “The great and amazing Captain America, Howard's greatest ever creation, I just never could measure up to.”
“Tony, I'm so sorry...”
“Can it”, Tony interrupted him, “because it's not your fault. You were dead then, it had nothing to do with you and everything with Howard being the worst.”
Wow.
“But you don't want to end up like your Dad, so you forbade yourself to like me”, Steve finished the explanation and interpreted Tony's shrug as affirmation of his assumption. “So why be a pain in my ass then?” This part, Steve didn't really get: Tony could just stay away from Steve, the Tower gave more than enough opportunities for that.
“Just because”, Tony mumbled, as he actually blushed. What the hell? As hard as he tried, Steve couldn't remember Tony Stark ever being flushed.
“That's not an answer.” Steve was aware that he was entering dangerous territory; a cornered Tony was even more dangerous than he normally was. But what was the alternative? Him and Tony just avoiding each other, pushing it all way down until it all blew up in their faces?
“Rogers, please...” Tony's voice went softer, almost a whisper, the exact opposite of how Steve had expected Tony to react.
“Tony, you're seriously worrying me.” Steve took another step towards Tony, who looked like he just wanted to bolt. “Please, what's bothering you?”
“You are, damnit!”, Tony yelled out. “The fact that you're nothing like the damn asshole I pictured you to be throughout my childhood. The fact that you're actually a pretty great guy. The fact that I like you, no, that I like you too damn much.”
Steve couldn't follow. The part about Tony's childhood and Howard, he got. But the almost desperate look in Tony's eyes... “I get that all that, with me, Howard was, or still is...” At Tony's exasperated face drop Steve halted mid-sentence. Was he missing something? Judging by the way Tony looked at him, he probably did.
“You really don't get it, Rogers, do you?”
His meek shrug was only met with a Stark-typical eye-roll.
And then everything seemed to happen at once. With two big steps, Tony closed the last bit of distance between them, grabbed Steve by the shirt collar, pulled him down and pressed their lips together.
And Steve's mind just went blank. Of all the things he'd expect Tony to do... This was not one of them. Frozen in shock, Steve could do nothing but let Stark kiss him.
“Here you go”, Tony shrugged, once he broke away and took two steps back. “Now if you'd please fuck off, I'd be very grateful.” With that he turned and motioned to walk off.
“Tony, wait.” Steve heard himself speak, before he realized he had done it. But it was all so very much in a haze, and Steve wouldn't bet a lot on this being real life and not just a dream, so before he knew it really happened, he grabbed Tony's arm, pulled him back and immediately their lips met again.
After a few shocked moments, Tony's arms wrapped themselves around Steve's shoulders.
Steve had no idea what was really happening, but he didn't care, because it felt amazing. It was electrified, passionate and all the little things that irked them about each other seemed to vanish, making room for desire to run wild.
“Rogers”, Tony mumbled after a while, “what is...”
“Shut up”, Steve shot back, not in the mood for talking.
“Works for me”, Stark chuckled, and, with his hand on Steve's neck, he pulled him down and deepened the kiss even more.
Was this a good idea? Probably not. Did Steve care? Fuck, no.
.
When Steve woke up the next morning, he wasn't quite sure where he was. He definitely didn't know this enormous bed, and these silky bed sheets were not to his taste.
Oh. Right. He was in LA. In Tony's bed. And very naked.
Shit.
What was more, he was alone in Tony's oversized bed. There was no genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, but a note.
Steve,
sorry, had to dash. Help yourself to whatever's in the kitchen, if you want.
I'll see you in New York.
TS
Shit. With a loud groan, Steve fell back into the cushions. What did he think? He didn't, that was just it. Or he thought with the wrong body part. Sure, it felt good, very much so. Kissing someone hadn't felt that good ever since he kissed Peggy. And then... Passion just took over.
That was admittedly the weird part, Steve wasn't someone who just let himself run over with desire and just jumped right into bed with whoever kissed him. Well, he and Tony had a lot of pent up tension between them and now they just had the need to get it all out.
I'll see you in New York.
Well, maybe things would be a little more relaxed between them from now on. But Steve doubted that.
.
“Omigod”, Nat sighed, “I can't believe I'm saying this but I liked it so much better when they were fighting.”
“Tell me about it.” Clint fell down next to her on the couch. “The way Cap just silently stares at Stark is seriously creepy and so awkward.”
“And Stark barely ever talks any more when Steve is in the room and flees as soon as he's got the chance”, Wanda observed.
“If it weren't those two, I'd say they're boning”, Clint giggled, until he stopped dead. “Omigod. Do you think that Steve and Tony...”
The assembled Avengers just looked at each other with wide eyes.
“It would explain so much”, Nat eventually broke the silence.
“All that bickering and fighting is just unresolved sexual tension”, Bruce commented.
“We gotta fix them!”
“Right”, Nat scoffed, “because they both would react so positively to us walking up to them and telling them to bone.”
“Maybe we should stick them back in therapy.”
“Because that went over so well the last time.”
“What then?” Rhodey looked around the group. “There's gotta be something we can do!”
“We'll leave that to you”, Nat suggested, “you're the only one who can get through to Tony.”
.
With a ping the elevator doors opened and Rhodey walked into the penthouse, already dreading in what state he was about to find his friend. “Tones? You in here?”
“Platypus!”, Tony beamed and staggered towards him with wide open arms. Shit. He was really hammered.
“Here”, he handed Rhodey a bottle, clearly not realizing that it was already empty. “Drink with me!”
“How about we switch to water?”, he suggested and took the still half-full bottle of whiskey out of Tony's hand.
“You're so boring”, Tony moped and walked over to the kitchen cabinet, where he got another bottle. “So boring”, he repeated after a generous sip. “Just like Steve. He's so stupid and boring.”
“Yeah, I know.” Gently, Rhodey guided Tony to a couch and all but pushed him down. “I'm not worried about Rogers, though.”
“You should...”
“Nah, I'm only responsible to look after you.”
“I'm fine”, Tony claimed, however swaying and slurring a lot more than fine would suggest.
“I know you are. That's why you ran off to LA, avoid Steve since you're back, lock yourself in up here and drink that much again.”
“I'm really fine”, Tony repeated. “Look!” He T-posed and shot him a kissy-face. “I'm so good.”
“Right, then you won't mind talking to Steve, would you?”
“But I don't want to.” Not unlike a child throwing a hissy fit, Tony crossed his arms in front of his chest; all that was missing was Tony sticking his tongue out at Rhodey.
Well, if Tony was gonna act like a four-year-old, then Rhodey'd pack out his parental voice. “And why don't you want to talk to him?”
Thankfully, he was too drunk to pick up on James' condescending tone. “Because he's stupid.”
“And why is he stupid?”
“Because he is.”
“Tony.” This was gonna be a tough one.
“Rhodey”, he mocked him.
“Well, if you're fine, then I can go.” He got up off the couch and, as he had expected, he couldn't get two steps until Tony stopped him.
“Don't go”, he mumbled, grabbed his arm and pulled him back on the couch.
“Alright, I'll stay”, James smiled. “You gonna tell me what has you upset though?”
Tony clutched a pillow and looked down on the floor. “We... we had sex.”
“You did what?” Oh damn. They were right, the Avengers were damn right about them.
“He... He just didn't get it, so I showed him. And then he kissed me back. And then...” Instead of finishing his sentence, Tony took another sip from his bottle.
Well, damn.
“Sounds to me like you and Steve have quite a bit to talk about...”
“Talking fucking sucks”, Tony groaned and slumped against Rhodey's side.
“It helps though”, he shrugged and put his arm around Tony's shoulder.
“Still sucks”, he mumbled and snuggled into the embrace.
Rhodey had lived through enough of Tony's drinking sessions to know that a) Tony was about to fall asleep, that b) Rhodey would not be able to move until he woke up again, that c) the chances of getting thrown up on were at least in the high seventies and that d) this disaster human being was his absolute favourite person in the entire world.
“I love you, Tones.”
“I love you too, Honey-bear.”
.
5 days. 5 days since Steve had flown to LA to confront Tony about their 'situation'. 5 days, since Tony had grabbed his shirt and kissed him. 5 days, since Steve kissed him back. 5 days, since Steve had just about the best night ever. 5 days, in which Steve couldn't think about anything else than the surprisingly soft lips, the taste of coffee, the strong hands on his body and most of all, how good being with Tony had felt.
And with all that came a realization: that flutter in his stomach that came every time Steve was around Tony was not dread, awkwardness or anything like that, it were the butterflies in his stomach going into overdrive.
When Steve finally gathered enough courage to talk to Tony, he ended up standing in front of a locked door.
“I'm sorry, boss has restricted access to anyone.”
“JARVIS, please.” In the worry about his friend, Steve didn't give too much thought to him currently trying to reason with a bodiless robot. “You can't tell me that he's doing alright. Let me please talk to him.”
“Since he is not in imminent physical danger, I am not authorized to ignore boss' orders.”
“Is he drinking?”
“Yes.”
“With his history, it's more than dangerous for him to be locked up all by himself with these amounts of alcohol, don't you agree?”
“I do”, he admitted and the door opened for him.
“Thanks, JARVIS, you're the best.”
.
“Tony?”
Damnit. JARVIS was really keen on disobeying all of Tony's orders, was he? “One of these days”, he groaned towards the general direction of the camera, “I'll donate you to a high school.”
“I believe my fosterlings there would be less determined to kill themselves and be more grateful for my unwavering support.”
“You sure as fuck aren't supporting me”, Tony hissed, as Steve walked all through the penthouse in search of him. If Tony was lucky, Rogers would respect the sanctity of the bedroom, where Tony had created a make-shift workstation on and around the bed.
“I have your best interests at heart, even if you might not realize it.”
For fuck's sake.
“Tony?”, Steve called again, closing in on Tony's location.
“He is in the bedroom”, JARVIS announced and boy, if looks could kill, Tony would have to install new security cameras.
“Can I come in?”
“Whatever”, Tony grumbled and the door opened to the sight of a nervous Steve.
“Hi.”
“Rogers, I don't know what went wrong with you that you can't seem to get I don't want to see you.” Tony didn't even bother with looking up at Steve and hoped to whoever was in charge of hurried prayers that the super soldier would see it as nonchalant and not recognize the pained insecurity. Which, by the way, fucking sucked.
All of this, of what happened these last few weeks, months, fucking sucked.
It started to suck, when Tony got to know Steve for who he really was: not the absolute pinnacle of American perfection who Tony would never be able to measure up to, but instead.... Sure, Steve was all that, but so much more.
As much as Tony pretended to be exasperated and annoyed by his in all honesty at times pathetic tries to catch up to modern technology, his determination was really commendable and quite adorable. Same with his annoying righteousness; knowing about Steve what Tony knew now, he could recognize and appreciate how passionate Rogers was about the things most important to him. And that undying loyalty... But not – as Tony had thought – to the US army, the government and blindly following orders, but to the people closest to him. Even to Tony. Who had been quite the dick. But even though he didn't understand a word of it, Rogers often listened to Tony's engineering rants. And listening to Steve going on and on about injustice or whatever, Tony just got roped in by that seemingly boundless passion.
And with all that wrapped up in *that* package... Yeah, Tony really had fallen for Steve. And he hated himself for it.
Why of all people did it have to be Captain America that made Tony's heart skip a fucking beat? And why in the name of Edwin Jarvis did Tony 'confess'? Why couldn't he have just stuck to the fucking plan, ride these damn feelings out and be enough of a pain so Steve would hate him?
But no, Mr Impulsivity just couldn't leave well enough alone and keep it in his damn pants, could he?
“I'm sorry, Tony”, Steve eventually apologized.
“For what?” For being a giant idiot, who didn't get what was going on? For pushing what should have been left alone and thusly making everything a million times worse?
“Yes, to all of those.”
Tony didn't even realize he had said all this out loud, but whatever. Not like all this could be even more fucked up...
“But there's a bit more I need to apologize for.” Almost cautious was Steve's movement as he walked up to Tony, who sat on the bed. “I'm sorry that I'm so slow and dumb when it comes to feelings. I'm sorry I brushed all of your actions off as you being nothing more than a childish pain in my ass and some other choice words I feel like leaving out of this right now”, he chuckled and yes, that was indeed a blush creeping up Steve's face. “Because I know you're not like that.”
“Oh?”, Tony shot over, rife with sarcasm. “Then what am I like?”
Steve locked eyes with Tony, sincere and earnest. “You're so generous, intelligent, caring, admittedly quite funny and supportive of everybody important to you. I know you like to play all that down, hide behind the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist tag, but that's all it is. A tag. But that passion, that fire... You light up every room you enter and that's not because of your genius-billionaire-bullshit, it's because of your big heart.”
Huh.
As much as he hated to admit it, Tony was speechless and could only stare at Steve with wide open eyes.
“And I'm especially sorry that it took me so damn long to realize that all that has roped me in long ago.” Steve scooted closer, bringing them mere centimetres apart. “It took LA to make me understand that this weird feeling in my stomach whenever you're around, had nothing to do with dislike or annoyance. More like the exact opposite.” As he spoke, Steve's voice went quieter as he leaned in closer, and before Tony could compute any of this, Steve's lips were on his.
.
“What the fuck?”
When Nat opened the door to the kitchen, she couldn't quite believe what she saw: Tony, making coffee and Steve's arms wrapped around his waist, with his head rested on Tony's shoulder.
“Hi Natasha, want a cup?”, Tony asked, barely looking over.
“I'm good”, she waved him off and pulled Clint, whose jaw was still on the ground, to the table. “Let me guess, therapy did you two a world of good.”
“We might not be that pissed about it any more.” Tony turned around, and leaned against the somewhat blushing Steve.
“Thanks for forcing us to go”, he grinned.
“We told you.”
“Yeah... Guess that wouldn't make you the smartest person in this building after all...” Steve grinned over at Tony, who smacked Steve's side.
“It's definitely not you, I could have told you that long ago”, he shot back with a smirk.
“Oh really?” Steve raised his eyebrow and Nat felt like she was about to get sick.
“Oh god, what have we done”, Clint hissed over, staring wide-eyed at Tony and Steve. Flirting. Actually flirting.
“We've created a monster, that's what we did.”
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“Stark’s New Intern” Chp. 8
Summary: Erik takes a quick road trip to search for what his father has hidden...
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"Free like the bluest sky
Free like mountain's eye
Free like... free like...free like...free like
Free like the brown in my eye
Free like the tears that I cry
Free like...free like...free like... free like
Free like a willow tree
Free like a summers eve
Free like the waves are crashing on the side of a solitary beach…"
Jill Scott – "Free (Epilogue)"
Erik handed a seventeen-thousand-dollar cashier's check to the salesclerk holding his I.D. and motorcycle license. The Kawasaki Ninja he wanted, the same as the one his mother used to have, with the same green and black coloring too, sat posted up outside the entrance of the motorcycle showroom.
Ownership papers handed over along with registration forms, the keys were dropped in his hand. The sales clerk had been a dick when Erik first came into the dealership looking to purchase a ride. He had to get permission from the manager before he could even do a test ride of the bike, even showing a picture of his mother on her bike with him when he was a child to let them know he was serious about buying.
They gave him the grand total and Erik told them to have the bike polished and gassed up to go. Two hours later he was back and handing over full payment, but was annoyed when the bike wasn't ready. They assumed he wasn't coming back.
"Enjoy," the sales clerk said, and Erik rolled his eyes at him as he slung his backpack on and rolled out of the lot. His new helmet was nice on his head, and he felt free tooling down the I-10 and merging onto the 101. Transportation at last. He was too young to rent a car, and it was annoying having to use Lyft or Uber when he was ready to jet. His grandfather had called to verify his use of the money. Erik's parents had left him a small trust fund that he would receive in total when he was twenty-one. It was life-insurance money mainly, and he was allotted thirty-thousand when he turned eighteen with the rest pending. He was finally spending it on something other than clothes and computers.
His mother had him riding behind her the moment he was able to hang on to her waist, and his fondest memories were riding with her and Grandpop on the rare occasions they went out with his grandfather's bike club. Oaktown Rebels. Green and black were their colors.
The robust rumble under his thighs made him grin, and he sped up to pass a few cars as he made his way back to his apartment. He needed to grab a few things before he headed out to Joshua Tree.
Rolling into the apartment complex, he parked his new ride near Maria's leased car.
Walking into his unit, delicious smells wafted to him from the kitchen. He put his helmet on the coffee table and walked to where the tantalizing aromas came from.
"Look at you," Maria said.
He was surprised to see Valentina in his kitchen with Maria and also Giselle. All three women stared at him and his clothes.
"What happened to Erik Stevens intern? Who brought in Sons of Anarchy?" Maria said.
He touched his black leather biker jacket. The matching pants drew stares too.
"Just protective gear."
"For what?" Giselle asked. Her eyes looked suggestive. They were all a little tipsy. An empty wine bottle sat on the kitchen counter.
Valentina brushed past him to take a gander at the back of the ensemble he wore.
"That is some pricey gear, Stevens," she said.
"I bought a new bike…whatchu cookin'?"
His nose aimed for the stove.
Maria held tongs in her hand as she stood near a wok on the stove.
"Oh…shit….," she said pulling out fried egg rolls and placing them on paper towels on the kitchen counter.
"Lumpia. Chicken and pork…"
"What else?" he said, pulling open a lid on a skillet next to the lumpia still cooking.
"Pancit, chicken adobo, rice…"
Fuck.
He wanted to ride out to Joshua Tree asap, but the food looked banging and he was starving. This was better than the protein bars he was going to grab with his hydration pack.
"Join us," Maria said.
She pulled out plates from the cupboards and Giselle helped set their little kitchen table. Valentina opened another bottle of white wine. They all stared at him. He took off his riding jacket and carried it to his room. He packed up the gear he would take with him then washed his hands.
The women were already seated and grubbing when he returned.
Maria fixed him a full plate and he got down to business.
"So what is this? A hen party?" he said.
Giselle laughed and sipped on her wine.
"How did you guess?" she said.
Giselle had taken her braids out and Erik saw how big her hair was, lush puffy waves that cascaded to her shoulders, without her make-up and intern clothes, she looked like a teenager sitting next to him in her shorts and yoga top.
"We just needed to vent and trash the guys we work with," Valentina said nibbling on her lumpia.
"Well shit, maybe I shouldn't be here," he said.
"Stay, you might learn how to be a better man," Maria said.
"Erik is one of the good ones," Valentina said winking at him. Erik smiled, but then he caught Giselle looking at Valentina in a strange way. He stuffed pancit in his mouth and scooped up more of the noodles and cabbage on his fork. When Valentina's hand reached across and stroked his hand, Giselle really looked perturbed.
"Thank you so much for the pep talk the other day. I finished the beta on time and Janine spoke to me about working with Hollowell," Valentina said.
Erik nodded his head. Valentina's hand stayed on his wrist. She poured him a little bit of wine and he drank it so he could move his hand. He felt heat on his neck coming from Giselle staring and he couldn't figure out why she was giving off jealous vibes. Valentina was just the homie.
Maria must've caught the tension from Giselle.
"How's it going in your department?" Maria asked Giselle.
"Pretty good actually. I get to attend a conference with my project manager Evelyn. We leave in two weeks for Portland," Giselle said.
"So lucky! You get to travel. Wish we could go somewhere," Valentina said.
She picked at her plate and for a moment everyone was quiet as they ate.
"I have ube cake if anyone wants some," Maria said.
She jumped up and went to the fridge and brought back a purple cake. Once they all had their fill of food, Maria cut slices of the cake.
"Wow, it's purple on the inside too," Valentina said staring at it before she took a bite.
"It's a sponge cake, but a purple yam is mixed with it," Maria said.
"It's good! Light" Giselle said.
Erik snuck more wine and ate two pieces of cake.
"Let's go see your new bike!" Valentina said. Her fingers tapped Erik's hand again.
"C'mon," he said.
They all followed him downstairs.
"That is so cool!" Maria said.
Erik hopped on and started it up.
"That looks really expensive," Valentina said.
"Paid 17 G for it," he said.
"Can I get on?" Maria asked.
He helped her climb on and she took out her cell to snap pictures.
"Give us a ride around the parking lot," Valentina said stepping close to the handlebars.
"You need a helmet. I only have one," he said.
"It's just the parking lot. You don't have to go fast. We're in an enclosed place," she said.
"Me first!" Maria said clutching his waist.
He used his legs to roll back.
"Calm down, girl," he said.
Maria was giggling and wiggling behind him.
He zoomed around the lot and Maria squealed like a big kid on a rollercoaster for the first time. When he came back around and she jumped down, her face was flush from too much wine and laughing so hard. He thought she was so cute when she was buzzing.
"Me next," Valentina said.
She was taller and heavier than Maria. When she held his waist, he could feel her full breasts pressing into his back. Her chin rested on his shoulder.
"See ya!" she called to Maria and Giselle.
Unlike Maria, Valentina didn't giggle or look around, she rested her head against the back of his neck. When he brought her back, her hands dropped from his waist and rested on his thighs.
"That was fun," she said.
"Do you plan on getting off?" Giselle asked.
Valentina climbed off and Giselle hopped on. She was skittish with her hands.
"Hold tight," he said.
She relaxed and held him better. She looked around as they rode.
"This thing has some get up," she said.
"Yep. Top of the line."
He gave it a little more speed on the return so she could feel the power under them.
She took her time climbing off and Valentina was already trying to get a second excursion. He turned the bike off.
"This is so you," Valentina said.
"More cake anyone?" Maria suggested.
"I'll have more!" Valentina followed Maria back to the kitchen.
Giselle stayed behind as Erik dismounted.
"What's up with you and Valentina?"
"Nothing," he said.
"That's not what I'm hearing at the office."
"Whatchu hearing then?"
"Lunch together every day. Working late and driving home together. Acting like more than besties in public."
He shrugged.
"I eat lunch with Maria most of the time too. I don't have a car and it sucks catching the bus or a Lyft every day. She's friendly to everyone in public. Who are you hearing gossip from?"
"Maria."
"You already know she's a talker—"
"Not just her. Other people have been talking. A lot of the guys who want to hem Valentina up."
"Why do you care? You told me you wanted to stay professional. Acting like you in your feelings or something."
"I didn't say I cared like that."
"What if I was hittin' that?"
"I don't see it."
"Why not?"
"That's not you."
"Fuck you talkin' 'bout girl?" He leaned against his bike.
"Most Cali niggas I've met are prone to the white girl hierarchy. It's ingrained. Everywhere you look, white women are propped up. It is what it is. But you…you not that brotha. But Valentina, she wants to break you in."
"You jealous or somethin'?"
"Observant."
"You don't think I could get down with a white girl?"
"No."
"So you should be happy then."
"Why?"
"Most sistahs hate brothas with white women—"
"Not true. We don't care. We just get annoyed with Black men who date or marry white or non-Black women exclusively and then proceed to trash us every opportunity they get. There's a difference."
"What's the point to this?"
"Curiosity."
"I don't think so."
"I date the rainbow myself. Keep my options open. Black men will always be my first pick…but…you…you remind me of my grandfather. Y'now, Black people first, but probably have some colorism issues mixed in there—"
"Nah, I date the Black rainbow—"
"—and I wonder why you hold tight to that. Have you ever been with anyone non-Black?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Why is this a conversation?"
"Don't deflect."
Erik stared at her. He couldn't understand why she cared so much about his choices.
"I have a preference for Black women. Other women are fine as fuck too and alla that, but for me…there's something about Black women that I just zoom into. I've been with mixed Black women…I just…it just be that way, Ma. There's a cultural understanding about shit that Black women get. I don't have to waste time or energy explaining shit-"
"Like?"
"Racism. Colorism. White supremacy. American fuckery. The struggle—"
"Of course. The never-ending struggle."
Giselle's voice sounded dismissive. He didn't like that.
"What if you met that one woman that was not Black and she had some cultural understanding and she was into you—"
"Hasn't happened yet—"
"Valentina-"
"Nah—"
"It's a fact. I heard her talking to some women in the break room. She really wants to make something happen. You can't see that?"
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Be careful."
"You blockin?"
"For who?"
"You. You not low, Giselle. You still feelin' me even though you want to be all professional. I saw you looking salty at dinner."
"I don't care if you get with her."
"Yeah, you do."
Giselle turned away from him and Erik grabbed for her hand.
"Hold up, finish," he said.
"Cake?" Maria called out.
Erik saw her on the top step of their apartment with a plate in her hand.
"Be up in a minute," Erik shouted.
His eyes took in Giselle's. She was serious.
"Why should I be careful?"
"Valentina comes off cool, but she's manipulative. I wasn't planning on coming here tonight, but Maria wanted me to, and when I heard Valentina was coming—"
"You wanted to throw a flag on her play," he teased.
Giselle's eyes didn't waver.
"If I wanted you that bad, I could take you."
"Look at you saying that with your whole chest."
Erik held onto her hand.
"All I'm saying is be mindful of how she acts around you and other people. I thought she was cool until I noticed some behavior that made me see that she's a user. She's into social capital and manipulation. You are Stark's golden boy and she wants to be the golden girl—"
"She's good at what she does—"
"Getting next to people who she can climb above."
"I don't see it, but I hear you."
"Do more than hear me. Men can be so stupid when they ignore signs."
"We're all here to climb over each other. Trying to outshine the next person to claim a spot."
"That ain't you either."
"You think you know me that well."
"You're an easy read."
"Maybe I'm manipulating you."
"No. I don't think you'd do anything like that. You're too blunt. Too real."
"I'm not interested in her or anyone else here. Just you. I would let you use me."
She smiled and he thought he had an in with her.
"Lemme take you out."
"No, I told you—"
"One date."
"No."
"You're killing me, G."
Giselle headed up to his apartment.
"You'll live, Erik."
It felt mad awkward returning to the apartment. He overanalyzed every interaction with Valentina. She was just…Valentina…relaxed when she was drinking, astute, aware of shit around her with a basic understanding of her own privilege in the world. Maria liked her and Maria had a good heart.
But Giselle was pretty astute too, and Erik had to concede that he often stayed in his own head a lot over the years and tended to ignore things that didn't concern him. Especially working in the Stark offices. He did his work and bounced, took careful notes in his journal, and kept to himself on the weekends unless Maria cajoled him into going to a movie. He was not interested in Valentina like that. She was gorgeous with that Greco/Roman Mediterranean vibe, sexy without trying, aware of it, but not lording it over other women. He racked his brain trying to think of any encounter where Valentina had ever—
"Hey, you okay?"
Erik snapped out of his reverie. He stood in the kitchen eating the last of the lumpia. Maria watched him with inquisitive eyes. He could hear Giselle and Valentina talking loud as they watched TV.
"Coolio," he said.
"You and Giselle looked like you were in a serious convo."
"Nothing too serious. She still won't go out with me."
"Maybe you should find someone else."
"Like who?"
Erik waited to see what she would say. Maria's eyes glanced down at his plate.
"I dunno, maybe…"
"Valentina?"
"Giselle snitched on me, huh? I shouldn't have said anything."
"Be honest. She checkin'?"
"Yes. This won't make it weird for you, will it?"
"Already done."
"Sorry. I know you want Giselle, but…"
"But?"
"You have a sure thing out in our living room."
"Not happening."
"Why?"
Erik popped the last piece of lumpia in his mouth and washed his hands in the sink.
"I'll see you later. Thanks for dinner. I'll be back tomorrow."
"Where are you going?"
"Personal business."
He went into his room and slipped on his jacket. His hydration pack was filled and he had snack bars for the ride back.
"I'm out," he said.
Both Giselle and Valentina stared at him.
"We were thinking of going out to The Grove," Valentina said.
"Next time," he said.
He left quickly and felt like he could breathe once he was back on the I-10 heading East. Traffic was cumbersome, but once he got past Ontario, the flow of cars was less stop and go. He made a quick bathroom break at a truck rest stop, and by the time he made it to Palm Springs, he saw the rows of wind turbines peppering the sides of the freeway. He knew he was close to his destination. The hundreds of turbines looked like white giants standing guard for some long-forgotten ancient battle.
The hill he rode up to get into Joshua Tree itself was peaceful in the darkness, and he found a cheap motel to stay in. It was better to search early in the morning rather than late at night in case he ran into any cops. Weren't too many Black people out in the desert, and meth-heads along with opioid users ran amuck, so Erik didn't want to look like a dealer doing a night drop or pick-up.
The motel was clean and he set his cell alarm for early morning.
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The heat would not arrive hardcore until later, and Erik moved quickly with the high-end GPS compass he bought for the job. This part of the desert had vortices that were fucking with the dials of the indicators.
Yucca plants and small cactus surrounded him as well as the yucca species known as the Joshua Tree for its unusual shape that Mormons long ago said looked like praying hands lifted to the sky. They seemed to thrive in arid places like this. Erik walked around with the small shovel he picked up from the Home Depot.
Sipping water from his hydration pack, he took off his jacket and laid it across his bike. There was no one near him for miles. He didn't have to worry about anyone stealing his shit. He set off in the direction the coordinates gave him. He wished there was a picture map sketch or mentions of signposts to look for, rock formations or a particular line up of cactus, anything to help pinpoint whatever he was looking for.
He found what he thought was the spot and dug for thirty minutes and found nothing. He moved to two other spots near his first dig site and found nothing still. Maybe it had been dug up a long time ago. Instead of getting frustrated, he let thoughts of his father guide him. If Baba wrote this down, it was important. He would stay as long as he could in his search.
When the sun rose high, he took off his shirt and tied it around his head, keeping his shades on as he continued digging. By the time it was near noon, his water was all gone, and he was hungry for more than the protein bars he had. Whatever his father placed here was long gone. He mentally prepared to plan a trip to the central corridor and Klamath where the other buried sites were.
A rabbit caught his eye and Erik walked towards it just to have a break from bending over and allowing him to stretch his back out.
"Shit!" his hissed grabbing onto his lips.
An intense itching overtook his bottom lip and Erik shoved his middle and index finger onto his gums there.
His tattoo.
Something was making his tattoo react in an adverse way.
He stepped back to where he was before he saw the desert rabbit and the itching faded away. He traced his footsteps around the area where the tattoo reacted. The space around it was less than a foot around.
Erik stepped forward again. The itching started again but was less pronounced. He could endure the sensation.
He started digging.
Three feet in he found a small gray silky bag the size of an apple. He picked it up and climbed out of the hole.
His eyes darted about and he walked back to his bike.
Opening the bag carefully, he found another cloth brown bag within. His tattoo flared up with prickly nerves. His hand slipped into the brown bag and he pulled out…
….a small chunk of neon blue metal that glowed with an intensity that made his hand light up. His tattoo was made from this, he was sure of it, his body reacting to the similar elements found within the metal.
Erik covered the metal back up quickly and stuffed it inside the pocket of his jacket and zipped it up. He debated covering the holes he had made back up, but he decided against it. He needed to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Pulling his shirt from his head, he put himself back together. Under the bright summer blue sky and surrounded by desert sands that led to mountains, Erik felt a freedom he hadn't felt in a long time. His quest felt tangible now. He had something his father died for in his possession. Erik shook his head, feeling a lone tear fall from his face. This felt like a true beginning. He had a talisman in his possession that would guide him to his future victory.
He rode to the nearest gas station. After filling up his tank, he bought fresh water for his pack and made his way out of town.
This metal, this hidden treasure that his father buried far away from Oakland…Erik recognized it.
Even knew the name of it.
His father had taught him the word.
Vibranium.
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Skz Avatar the last Airbender au
For @hyunnypop
Chan
Damn right Chan's the Avatar
Grew up in the western temples with Felix
When he was told that he was the Avatar, he took it really well
Like he didn't freak out or anything
Was just like, "okay"
The temple sent him away to go find himself some teachers willing to help
Started in the earth kingdom, then the Fire nation, and lastly both water tribes
Each teacher ended up being a little,, different from what Chan expected
But,,
He easily learned every element
He's also been practicing his lightning bending
Woojin
Earth bender
Born and raised in Gaoling
Works at his family's tea shop/Inn
Which is why he doesn't use his bending very often
One day two monks walked in looking for a place to stay the night
They both spoke with the thickest accent
Later on, he hears them talking about an old town legend of a master of earth bending located at the top of one of the many mountains that surround the city
Woojin offers to guide them through the mountains, considering woojin had traveled through them many times throughout his life
Chan and Felix gratefully accepted Woojin's help and the 3 of them set off in the morning
Once they'd checked every mountain, Chan realized who the legend was: Woojin
He was the one with the skills to get them to every mountain peak
So, he asked Woojin to teach him
Minho (yes I know this gif is Aang but I couldn't find a cooler one)
Fire Bender
His father was once emperor but was overthrown and then killed when Minho was 18
The man who killed his father planned on killing Minho
But before he could, Minho's mom pushed him out of the way
He ran away from the palace with the screams of his mother behind him
Ran the other side of the nation and hid in the forests
One day he was attacked by a group of wolves
He swore he saw his life flash before his eyes
But before he could die, he was saved by a stranger in northern water tribe clothing
Later on, Chan comes and finds him
Claims he needs his help to master fire bending
So Minho helps him, but for a price
They have help Minho get the throne back from the current ruler
And they do
Insert 2 teen emperors
Psych!
Minho's mom is still alive and takes over for Minho until he's ready to come back
Follows Chan until his journey is over
Changbin
Water bender
His father is Chief of the northern tribe
Was always kept on a tight leash by his father
He dad never let him go play games with the other boys or go to battle like all of the men in the tribe
So to pass his time, he'd sit on the top of the biggest ice peak he could find and just meditate
Ended up unlocking the spirit world, despite not being the avatar
Later down the line, he became famous amongst the two water tribes.
"The god of the spirits" they'd call him
But really the spirits were just his friends
His only friends
Until he met the group ;)
Chan was having trouble going back into the spirit world after a battle with the southern tribe's chief
And someone in that tribe told him about Binnie
Binnie was willing to help chan out
But in return, Felix had to stay
Chan was about to give up but Felix stepped in and agreed
Eventually, Changbin saw that Felix was unhappy away from his friends and sent him away
But Felix wasn't going to just leave Changbin all alone again
So, Felix "Kidnapped" him
(With consent from Binnie of course)
Hyunjin
Water Bender
The southern tribe's fool
Prefers to stay in his home because every time he steps foot outside, he slips
Was raised by the cliche "old lady" character that's very powerful for some reason
The town is attacked the night before Chan and the others get there
Old lady character dies
And once the group of boys shows up, everyone thinks they're the intruders
So the Cheif starts fighting them on the spot
The practically lose but before the chief can kill them, Chan goes to spirit form and almost fucking obliterates the chief
Before he can, he gets woken up by a splash of water to his face
Hyunjin has left the den boys
Once Chan collapses due to exhaustion, Hyunjin explains how it was a water bender that killed his grandma last night, and they only have one blood bender in their group
Meaning it wasn't them
Felix explains to the Cheif that they're only looking for a water bender to teach Chan
Almost immediately, Hyunjin offers himself up
His only family tie to the tribe is gone and the rest of them think he's a freak
There's no real reason to stay
Jisung
Blood bender
Was once apart of the Nother water tribe with Changbin but once they found out he could only blood bend, they kicked him out
He traveled for days through the earth and fire
Just trying to find a place to be alone
Eventually, he found a small pond in the fire nation and built himself a cabin
One day he was put getting firewood and heard a high pitched scream
Ran to go see what it was and was met with a royal looking boy, covered in wolves
Although he didn't want to, he used his bending to kill the wolves and save the boy
Jisung starts crying when Minho thanks him for saving him because he was always told that his bending would never any good in the world
But here's this life saved because of a taboo ability
Minho finds Ji's bending really interesting and believes he can do good with it if he uses it the right way
The two then move in together and take care of one another
Now Jisung never leaves Minho's side
Even for trips with the avatar
Felix
Air Bender
Chan's shadow :))
Chan could be just like,, walking around the temple
And just feel someone watching him
He'll turn around to see a small Felix trying (and failing) to hide behind a pillar
The UwU Chan nutted? Huge.
Chan took him under his wing
Felix loves to travel everywhere with Chan
Except for the Northern water tribe
The Cheif's son is very cold-hearted and very pretty
Felix's little heart can't take it
Seungmin
Fire bender
He just a simple farm boy, tending to his crops and sending some food to the monks in the Northern temple
Picks on Hangs out with the pickup boy whenever he comes down
Soon they ended up living together
Once day, Seungmin hears munching coming from outside
Grabbing a ho, he goes to investigate the noise and finds 2 monks and an Earth bender eating his cabbages
The boys apologized (but didn't stop eating) and asked if he knew any good fire benders
He told them about the old prince, who was a master of Fire bending but too nervous to actually be able to fight
Word has it, he lives on the south side of the nation
"If you stop eating my fucking cabbages, I'll take you to him."
And then Jeongin woke up, "Seungmin what did your mom say about swearing?"
"Oh shut up and pack your stuff, we're going on a road trip."
Jeongin
Airbender
Raised in the Northern temple
Really hated it
He just wanted to do whatever he wanted
Which is why he volunteered to be the one who grabbed the food from that small farm on the edge of the fire nation
It would always take him 3 days to get the food and come back
The elders just thought the trip was long but really, he just wanted to be out of there as long as he could
Eventually, the farmer boy asked why he didn't just stay at the farm with him
Jeongin was like, "Mmmh, good idea."
He returned to give the monks the food and shared the news of his departure
Nobody was surprised but they all supported him
(if anyone wants a written out version of one of their adventures of trying to find Chan teachers, just send in an ask)
#guess who tried really hard to impress someone#God i hope this is good#spent a long time thinking about this#stray kids#stray kids reactions#skz#avatar the last airbender#atla au#atlab au#stray kids au#Bang Chan#Woojin#Minho#Changbin#Hyunjin#Jisung#Felix#Seungmin#Jeongin
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wow got ya
with cardboards u place outer peel of pineapple or sugar cane in hay or sewer water and boom its formed and even placing cabbage 4 roads, buildings and bridges.
With airplane with thorn u can hurl with cut pieces of sweet potato or crushed juice of ripe yellow seldom apple seed.Yesus or with ododo vegetable seed.
Athens a city built on the hill can never be hidden at we to it at judgement day as we got dreger to dig from above, like they can sicnk many holles in houses using the same 4 magma to come out to kill people to harbor the truth above as it was hell along time when green man was still on earth, so we can use the 1 which can dig from outer crust to let the magma out to create avoid with the land that Athens is built. Sheep and goat parable, my voice another version to bring us home. When hurled in hell u burn 4 1 week b4 u transform into magma not as earlier perceived dude and destroyed completely better that dude than go and stand daily in heaven singing b4 being brought back to earth as incarnation. When the earth is over those taken to heaven will be brought back to earth to start again a new world of Adam and even and it will be that way and that way 4 eternity dude. Weed parable with Christ to cement the truth.
How to know a Nigerian, when close to ya, kinda, ya inner bones thins and fear engulf ya and most Hindu and Tz people got that gene esp ya leg bones.
When 1 is saddened by 1 death if u imagine and merge their faces in ya thinking, kinda, u see the above explained effect on him as his body to u in ya mind shappens as becomes straight and detective knows it that way, so don't point figures dude.
When 1 is to kill 1 or plan, to the 1 to be killed u see a black pool of blood, even when u had killed them, so do the same and get the 1 who killed ya loved 1, stop pointing figures and sometimes Visas are granted that way not by gossips and malicious plots on people to block their progress dude
Chewing bubble gum 10% of that stereo or computer r tv when cut photo of the machine or a small sample f spare parts placed into it gives one of the best quality of electric machine synonymous with Japanese or German equipments, try dude.
USA makes money out of visa fee and medical fee when still in ya parent nation and cold flue vaccination upon ya reach to the airport, also u countries charge the same to be per don't be gotten in complaints headed nowhere dude. And Connecting flights once u have reach the states to ya preferred city, those international flights having connecting flights pay the home owned once like delta and so forth so on as in the link below as well google international flight schedule like emirates or Qatar and see how they connect, 1 way usa get money
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Major_airlines_of_the_United_States
https://www.qatarairways.com/en-ke/homepage.html?gclid=EAIaIQobChMIwNbEiKCn6gIVBcqyCh1-CANwEAAYASAAEgLcM_D_BwE&s_kwcid=AL!3739!3!340577866224!p!!g!!qatar%20airways&ef_id=EAIaIQobChMIwNbEiKCn6gIVBcqyCh1-CANwEAAYASAAEgLcM_D_BwE:G:s
https://www.emirates.com/ke/english/destinations_offers/book-online/book-online.aspx
USA also to those people/tourist upon reaching the airport take a cab as taxi owned by an entity giving the city money as city taxi, monies gotten from hotels/motels the tourists will sleep at and on rented houses just built 4 tourists not wanting hotels as much when in groups their are vans and buses 4 the city doing that job giving the city money, so if u dont fathom the above truths then u r insane or very poor as poverty has destroyed ya brainso should be taken to a foster home 4 the handicapped. As in the link below
https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=images+of+ny+taxis&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi148vvo6fqAhVRxhoKHfaWCbYQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1269&bih=895
https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+ny+van+taxis&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjH1NLwo6fqAhVH2xoKHX8pBmMQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=images+of+ny+van+taxis&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1D_8QJYiPgCYPb-AmgAcAB4AIAB9AGIAbQHkgEDMi00mAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=wgD6XsfrEce2a__SmJgG&bih=895&biw=1269
Netherland soil can be screwed up during snowy periods when dredger technology digging from below is used so as production be little and with any land that harbors much crops as per the enemy dude, so take heed bro.
Some people, most preferably Hindu blooded when u surpass their ways, kinda, from their hands u see them holding like a can pouring sand on the ground, to annihilate ya if u persist with that heart of not wanting them, so take heed dude of people most black in color meeting u and rude to ya like greeting ya every now and then. Wanna kill u as mostly they ambush that meeting in shopping places or at the corner as they know ya moves.
Knock and it shall be open unto u and seek and u shall find biblical phrase guided me to finish the world with Norway Gas how its made, send the same to Italy, serbia as well, pesa how its made to be eliminated, send t siberia, Rasingwa talk like insane, like fucking in ya talks and u shall make it if u did not know dude as many spend much of their time unearthing the truths of that verse yet it lies helplessly with kebi. Most stiff people on earth and don't want others to control them are of serbia blooded and detectives looks 4 that which draws them back.
The data below gives ya annual USA tourists visitor as kenyan 1 as well in the links below, just with tourism alone without firming still usa GDP is like 100 times KENYAN economy unless the kenyan Govt market tourism to that level which is futile bro and Negros aint the eye 4 tourism as many thinks as legends in science monuments, top university and diverse physical features more than that of Kenya, So guys by bringing Mr Negro here wont decline usa tourism and increase your as u think stop bothering people with this and that, That Kenya is richer than usa which is myths.
https://www.google.com/search?q=international+tourism+to+usa+2019&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwib2rvr3KTqAhVFBGMBHUzMBAMQ1QIoAnoECAsQAw&biw=1280&bih=881
https://www.usa.gov/state-travel-and-tourism
https://247wallst.com/special-report/2019/07/24/countries-that-love-to-visit-america/
https://www.worldatlas.com/articles/the-most-visited-states-in-the-us.html
https://www.bts.gov/content/top-10-countries-sending-tourists-united-states-2000-and-2014
With getting to the usa their is the visa fee and medication fee, inquire with embassy in ya local nation to calculate how much is made as state as Florida is heavily built on such that without these united states it cant survive with that large population number
The drone used to get to house window can harbor siren gas cylinder, where upon reaching the window they open it a little bit to let the gas in b4 it suffocate ya then like with Kobe they place u in a plane after ya death and cut ya head with portable chain saw to say that u were involved in a road carnage b4 they take ya cash.
Now kinda, they are bored off negro people, so kinda, wants the white men t be here to eat their corpse or get to their nation and do the same hoping to be intuitive but have been told the being intuitive protocol yet refuse to hearken.
Imaginary bolt and nut, where if u relate ya self with every tribe of the world or another do to ya, if it fixes and ya head, kinda, middle, get inside they u cant marry from such but can live there, if hair grows to form sharp hairline it means are ya flesh and blood and u cant give in to prostitution with those women as the former and when you kinda, not form the hairline above but bald, it seems u became then they are hostile to ya and the 1st case is the method used to tell the race after contemplation and medication.
Get a glimpse of mexican made airplane
https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fmk0mexiconewsdam2uje.kinstacdn.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2020%2F01%2Fplane2-2.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fmexiconewsdaily.com%2Fnews%2Foaxaca-aerospaces-military-plane-is-first-to-be-designed-in-mexico%2F&tbnid=timpLQnWKMc_FM&vet=12ahUKEwjFkLb84KTqAhVFwYUKHZaYBw4QMygDegUIARCjAQ..i&docid=XY1-IGnZkkvZPM&w=850&h=585&q=images%20of%20airplane%20made%20in%20mexico&ved=2ahUKEwjFkLb84KTqAhVFwYUKHZaYBw4QMygDegUIARCjAQ
https://info.ivemsa.com/blog/spectrum-s-40-jet-made-in-mexico-first-aircraft-to-be-completely-manufactured-in-the-country
Nyathino reason mothiek yawa jokanyamaa!!!! Kose gin jomathe, utters kebinoel
Visiting friends shortly after taking ya dinner, super or break1st shows u cant make it all alone, be in solitary place and many sees u as getting to heaven which again many hates to want to stop ya and get this bro
Thorns like circulated on Christ head when placed in dough, sewer water, hay, chaff, cobs, cereals, plastic bottles and sewer water in sirage hurled or u spit saliva forms even big jumbo jet planes, yathces, bullets trains, military vehicles, rockets, saucer and many more machines as u try. Kebi was a thorn in the flesh
Cooker timer, rotating on a starter comp then step up transformer placed to step the power to be used in your house or business premise then like 12 DC gear motor timed with a timer to start again the timer when time elapse like 60 mins make such power production tool works minus a battery. U use a belt system to connect the 12 dc motor and the oven like manual timer that has a magnet that rotates inside the comp to produce power b4 step up is done
https://www.google.com/search?q=manual+oven+timer+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwi2mqbM4qTqAhXa44UKHahdDUIQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=manual+oven+timer+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DLFFiHHWDMIGgAcAB4AIABjAKIAbUMkgEDMi03mAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=3q_4XrazEdrHlwSou7WQBA&bih=881&biw=1280#imgrc=mHBNqBe80AgTbM
https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=12+dc+geared+motor+images&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwimlJfd4qTqAhVrxYUKHfBoAcwQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=881
https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=12+dc+timer+images&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjisujp4qTqAhUH3BoKHZJRDNMQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=881
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/94716398386646757/
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Clueful or less homey
with cardboards u place outer peel of pineapple or sugar cane in hay or sewer water and boom its formed and even placing cabbage 4 roads, buildings and bridges.
With airplane with thorn u can hurl with cut pieces of sweet potato or crushed juice of ripe yellow seldom apple seed.Yesus or with ododo vegetable seed.
Athens a city built on the hill can never be hidden at we to it at judgement day as we got dreger to dig from above, like they can sicnk many holles in houses using the same 4 magama to come out to kill people to harbor the truth above as it was hell along time when green man was still on earth, so we can use the 1 which can dig from outer crust to let the magma out to create avoid with the land that Athens is built. Sheep and goat parable, my voice another version to bring us home. When hurled in hell u burn 4 1 week b4 u transform into magma not as earlier perceived dude and destroyed completely better that dude than go and stand daily in heaven singing b4 being brought back to earth as incarnation. When the earth is over those taken to heaven will be brought back to earth to start again a new world of Adam and even and it will be that way and that way 4 eternity dude. Weed parable with Christ to cement the truth.
How to know a Nigerian, when close to ya, kinda, ya inner bones thins and fear engulf ya and most Hindu and Tz people got that gene esp ya leg bones.
When 1 is saddened by 1 death if u imagine and merge their faces in ya thinking, kinda, u see the above explained effect on him as his body to u in ya mind shappens as becomes straight and detective knows it that way, so don't point figures dude.
When 1 is to kill 1 or plan, to the 1 to be killed u see a black pool of blood, even when u had killed them, so do the same and get the 1 who killed ya loved 1, stop pointing figures and sometimes Visas are granted that way not by gossips and malicious plots on people to block their progress dude
Chewing bubble gum 10% of that stereo or computer r tv when cut photo of the machine or a small sample f spare parts placed into it gives one of the best quality of electric machine synonymous with Japanese or German equipments, try dude.
USA makes money out of visa fee and medical fee when still in ya parent nation and cold flue vaccination upon ya reach to the airport, also u countries charge the same to be per don't be gotten in complaints headed nowhere dude. And Connecting flights once u have reach the states to ya preferred city, those international flights having connecting flights pay the home owned once like delta and so forth so on as in the link below as well google international flight schedule like emirates or Qatar and see how they connect, 1 way usa get money
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Major_airlines_of_the_United_States
https://www.qatarairways.com/en-ke/homepage.html?gclid=EAIaIQobChMIwNbEiKCn6gIVBcqyCh1-CANwEAAYASAAEgLcM_D_BwE&s_kwcid=AL!3739!3!340577866224!p!!g!!qatar%20airways&ef_id=EAIaIQobChMIwNbEiKCn6gIVBcqyCh1-CANwEAAYASAAEgLcM_D_BwE:G:s
https://www.emirates.com/ke/english/destinations_offers/book-online/book-online.aspx
Netherland soil can be screwed up during snowy periods when dredger technology digging from below is used so as production be little and with any land that harbors much crops as per the enemy dude, so take heed bro.
Some people, most preferably Hindu blooded when u surpass their ways, kinda, from their hands u see them holding like a can pouring sand on the ground, to annihilate ya if u persist with that heart of not wanting them, so take heed dude of people most black in color meeting u and rude to ya like greeting ya every now and then. Wanna kill u as mostly they ambush that meeting in shopping places or at the corner as they know ya moves.
Knock and it shall be open unto u and seek and u shall find biblical phrase guided me to finish the world with Norway Gas how its made, send the same to Italy, serbia as well, pesa how its made to be eliminated, send t siberia, Rasingwa talk like insane, like fucking in ya talks and u shall make it if u did not know dude as many spend much of their time unearthing the truths of that verse yet it lies helplessly with kebi. Most stiff people on earth and don't want others to control them are of serbia blooded and detectives looks 4 that which draws them back
The data below gives ya annual USA tourists visitor as kenyan 1 as well in the links below, just with tourism alone without firming still usa GDP is like 100 times KENYAN economy unless the kenyan Govt market tourism to that level which is futile bro and Negros aint the eye 4 tourism as many thinks as legends in science monuments, top university and diverse physical features more than that of Kenya, So guys by bringing Mr Negro here wont decline usa tourism and increase your as u think stop bothering people with this and that, That Kenya is richer than usa which is myths.
https://www.google.com/search?q=international+tourism+to+usa+2019&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwib2rvr3KTqAhVFBGMBHUzMBAMQ1QIoAnoECAsQAw&biw=1280&bih=881
https://www.usa.gov/state-travel-and-tourism
https://247wallst.com/special-report/2019/07/24/countries-that-love-to-visit-america/
https://www.worldatlas.com/articles/the-most-visited-states-in-the-us.html
https://www.bts.gov/content/top-10-countries-sending-tourists-united-states-2000-and-2014
With getting to the usa their is the visa fee and medication fee, inquire with embassy in ya local nation to calculate how much is made as state as Florida is heavily built on such that without these united states it cant survive with that large population number
The drone used to get to house window can harbor siren gas cylinder, where upon reaching the window they open it a little bit to let the gas in b4 it suffocate ya then like with Kobe they place u in a plane after ya death and cut ya head with portable chain saw to say that u were involved in a road carnage b4 they take ya cash.
Now kinda, they are bored off negro people, so kinda, wants the white men t be here to eat their corpse or get to their nation and do the same hoping to be intuitive but have been told the being intuitive protocol yet refuse to hearken.
Imaginary bolt and nut, where if u relate ya self with every tribe of the world or another do to ya, if it fixes and ya head, kinda, middle, get inside they u cant marry from such but can live there, if hair grows to form sharp hairline it means are ya flesh and blood and u cant give in to prostitution with those women as the former and when you kinda, not form the hairline above but bald, it seems u became then they are hostile to ya and the 1st case is the method used to tell the race after contemplation and medication.
Get a glimpse of mexican made airplane
https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fmk0mexiconewsdam2uje.kinstacdn.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2020%2F01%2Fplane2-2.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fmexiconewsdaily.com%2Fnews%2Foaxaca-aerospaces-military-plane-is-first-to-be-designed-in-mexico%2F&tbnid=timpLQnWKMc_FM&vet=12ahUKEwjFkLb84KTqAhVFwYUKHZaYBw4QMygDegUIARCjAQ..i&docid=XY1-IGnZkkvZPM&w=850&h=585&q=images%20of%20airplane%20made%20in%20mexico&ved=2ahUKEwjFkLb84KTqAhVFwYUKHZaYBw4QMygDegUIARCjAQ
https://info.ivemsa.com/blog/spectrum-s-40-jet-made-in-mexico-first-aircraft-to-be-completely-manufactured-in-the-country
Nyathino reason mothiek yawa jokanyamaa!!!! Kose gin jomathe, utters kebinoel
Visiting friends shortly after taking ya dinner, super or break1st shows u cant make it all alone, be in solitary place and many sees u as getting to heaven which again many hates to want to stop ya and get this bro
Thorns like circulated on Christ head when placed in dough, sewer water, hay, chaff, cobs, cereals, plastic bottles and sewer water in sirage hurled or u spit saliva forms even big jumbo jet planes, yathces, bullets trains, military vehicles, rockets, saucer and many more machines as u try. Kebi was a thorn in the flesh
Cooker timer, rotating on a starter comp then step up transformer placed to step the power to be used in your house or business premise then like 12 DC gear motor timed with a timer to start again the timer when time elapse like 60 mins make such power production tool works minus a battery. U use a belt system to connect the 12 dc motor and the oven like manual timer that has a magnet that rotates inside the comp to produce power b4 step up is done
https://www.google.com/search?q=manual+oven+timer+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwi2mqbM4qTqAhXa44UKHahdDUIQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=manual+oven+timer+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DLFFiHHWDMIGgAcAB4AIABjAKIAbUMkgEDMi03mAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=3q_4XrazEdrHlwSou7WQBA&bih=881&biw=1280#imgrc=mHBNqBe80AgTbM
https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=12+dc+geared+motor+images&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwimlJfd4qTqAhVrxYUKHfBoAcwQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=881
https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=12+dc+timer+images&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjisujp4qTqAhUH3BoKHZJRDNMQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=881
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/94716398386646757/
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If you're truly that bored, all the even numbers for this ask thing you coward. You know who this is.
hey anon……. you underestimate how bored i am right now.
i just got home from a long day of walking with friends and doing… everything and i am POOPED but unwilling to go to sleep just yet… so YES i will take you up on this offer
currently typing on mobile so i apologize for the scrolling @ y’all reading this
2. How old did you turn this year?
19, I can now legally drink in Ontario!
4. Did your appearance change in anyway?
My legs and thighs got more toned because I walk like, 20k steps every day. I go everywhere.
6. If you traveled, where did you go?
Paris, New York, Montreal, and I really got to know Toronto better. I’ve been everywhere here and I know the city like the back of my hand. 2019 was a very eventful year for sure.
8. Which fashion trends did you hate?
Can’t say I really caught up with fashion since I just wear what I like without giving a fuck what others think?
10. What song sums up this year for you?
Too much happened this year for it to be summed up in a single song, or even a whole playlist (believe me, I TRIED). But, if I could do it as accurately as possible? That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed) by Panic! At The Disco.
12. What was your favorite movie of the year?
Shit that’s hard but for this sake I’ll say Always Be My Maybe. I’m a sucker for Asian-led romantic comedies!
14. Favorite new TV show?
DICKINSON. WATCH IT. IT’S FUNNY, INFORMATIVE, AND GAY AF.
16. What food did you try for the first time?
Curly Tops (the chocolates), they’re so good!
18. What was one nice thing you did for someone else?
I went grocery shopping with my friends. I suggested that we all split the bill and pay for groceries for the month for my one friend as a collective birthday gift! I also cooked them all a giant meal that day. It was a lot of fun.
20. Did you develop a new obsession?
I’ve always enjoyed making playlists, but now I just make them for literally any mood. I also like customizing them to fit what certain friends of mine like listening to, I’ve gotten pretty good at storytelling through music!
22. Did you move?
Nope!
24. Did you get a pet?
Nah.
26. Do you regret doing something?
I regret not cutting off one of my friends earlier. I saw the signs of our toxic friendship but chose to ignore them because I like to think that I see the good in everyone. It would have saved me a lot of energy and tears if I had just done so sooner without it building up to such a dramatic crescendo.
28. Did anyone/thing make you so mad it stayed with you for days?
I found out my ex best friend was a pathological liar. Normally, I’d be somewhat okay with it since it’s a condition you can deal with/treat/is relatively normal, but I found out that she lied about a lot of really fucked up shit. Death, suicides, her entire life story, cancer… it was just a lot.
30. Did you fall in love?
Yeah. I’m in love with a wonderful girl right now and I’m happy that she’s in my life, regardless of whatever context that may be.
32. Did you start a new relationship?
I was in an open relationship with a girl in the beginning of the year for like, 5 months. But, I’ve been casually seeing/sleeping with/dating a few people since then. Currently seeing 3 people right now.
34. Did you have to cut ties to someone?
A few people. It was all very sad, but we gotta do what we must to better ourselves and our mental health, right? Also, it’s hard to accept that sometimes we can be the toxic ones. We’re all capable of so much good things… and conversely bad things. I never did anything asshole-like, but my self-deprecation was not a healthy thing. Now I’m working on being a more generally positive person without having to put myself down and I’m making a lot of new, meaningful friendships.
36. Who wasn’t as important to you this year as they were last year?
My ex best friend. My one ex who I Do Not Talk About.
38. What was the best moment of the year for you?
Man!!! There were a LOT of highs this year. Uhh I had the best day of my life with the absolute love of my life sometime this summer, so I’d say that day. We saw some jazz by a dog fountain, ate cabbage from the ground, dicked around at a market, bought a new plant, walked along the harbour, passed by a pirate ship, climbed and trespassed some shit to watch a beautiful sunset and walked some more. Also we sat on a bench and shared childhood stories for 4 hours until our stomachs hurt. It was a really good day.
40. Did anything happen that you were sure would change you as a person but it really didn’t?
Not really? I went through a lot of shit and all of it changed me in some way or form, I guess.
42. What are you most proud of accomplishing?
This year was just. A lot. I’m just proud of solidifying the friendships that I already have. Also… I walked through the entirety of Rouge Park (so now I can joke that I walked from Scarborough to Pickering ahdsfvdosj only Toronto mans know how much walking that truly is)
44. Did your opinion of anyone change for the better?
I can’t say I would remember? Nothing’s too distinct enough for me to remember something like that lmaoooo
46. If you make resolutions, did you complete them this year?
I mean, my only resolutions this year were
kiss more girls
maintain my GPA
get over my fear of pregnancy by having sex with a person who has a penis
and I did all of that sooooo
48. If you could go on an adventure during the remaining days of the year, where would you go and what would you do? Who would you go this?
I’ve been having adventures ALL YEAR!!! I’m looking forward to my long hike with my friend, we’re gonna do that in like 2 weeks and we plan on walking the entirety of the Humber Valley. It’s gonna be a long one, but I’m really excited about it!
50. What do you wish for yourself?
PEACE. SO MUCH HAS BEEN HAPPENING AND I FEEL LIKE THE PROTAGONIST IN SOME DUMB FUCKING MOVIE. CAN THINGS RELAX PLEASE AND THANK YOU. but also i like the chaos and i’m pretty sure i’m addicted to it so dshfigjsdoadjd uhh maybe just better mental stability tbfh i am living a pretty cool life right now
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A Thanksgiving sides draft, because we are a sports website
Photo by: Anjelika Gretskaia/REDA&CO/Universal Images Group via Getty Images
2 sides, 1 dessert, 1 drink. Whose Thanksgiving reigns supreme?
Thanksgiving dinner has never been about turkey.
The focal point of the biggest meal of the holiday season can be brined, roasted, or fried, but it will never escape its fate as lean, bland bird meat. On its own, it’s more of a lowkey punishment than the centerpiece of a celebration.
That’s why we have side dishes. The heart of Thanksgiving is the supporting cast that soaks across your plate and imparts a little extra flavor to the day’s starring attraction. Good sides are a meal on their own, reduced to complementary status in the name of an hour-long gorging. They even get their own stewards thanks to the presence of desserts and beverages tasked with cleaning the whole mess up.
Put all that together, and you’ve got one hell of a meal. And, for the dads of the nation, a prelude to the greatest recliner nap they’ll take all year.
In the interest of celebrating the one celebration of America that doesn’t involve hot dogs, we turned the perfect Thanksgiving meal into a competition. Five SB Nation writers joined forced to draft their ideal meals. The ground rules:
everyone starts with turkey and gravy
everyone drafts two sides, one dessert, and one beverage (adult or otherwise)
sides must be fundamentally different from one another to be considered a viable alternative to an already-picked food (i.e. sausage and herb stuffing vs. Stove-Top is good to go, but pumpkin pie vs. pumpkin pie with whipped cream is not).
Our four-round draft was a randomly-assigned snake draft, and our managers could pick sides, dessert, or beverage in any round of their choice. These are the results:
1. Stuffing — Louis Bien
Easily the MVP of every Thanksgiving dinner. Stuffing stands up well on its own, but it pairs with everything else beautifully, too. Stuffing complements everything around it, and everything complements stuffing. It just tastes like Thanksgiving. And it saves amazingly well for next-day sandwiches. Some people like to add sausage to their stuffing, but that’s one job too many for what is essentially the do-it-all point guard of any feast. Let stuffing be the giver that it is.
Christian D’Andrea: Cool man. You took breadcrumbs cooked inside a bird anus No. 1 overall.
Alex McDaniel: If Stove Top is No. 1, let’s give up now.
2. Mashed potatoes — Christian D’Andrea
An easy choice. Mashed potatoes are the glue that you dip your turkey in so that other, better foods (stuffing, cranberry sauce, corn, etc) will stick to the bird and thus make it taste like something. It’s also instrumental in the post-meal leftover sandwich, which is easily the best part of Thanksgiving (old man naps while seating completely upright aside).
Fooch: I’d like to continue shit-talking Louis on this one. Forget stuffing — mashed potatoes is the go-to side. Mashed potatoes is the Orlando Pace of this draft. The offensive tackle prospect that you know will turn into a Hall of Famer. It’s not a sexy pick, but like Christian said (when he wasn’t trashing my old man choices), it’s the glue of the Thanksgiving meal.
Louis: Boxed fake mashed potatoes >>>>>>> real mashed potatoes. I will take no more questions at this time.
3. Cranberry sauce (Ocean Spray) — David Fucillo
I’ve learned to enjoy fancy cranberry sauce, but nothing tops the gelatin version! Some will mock me for my distaste of gravy, but this actually serves as my choice of gravy. I combine all my sides together with the turkey, and the cranberry sauce is what keeps it from turning into a lumpy mess.
Louis: This is high for cranberry sauce, but I get that people really love it, and I like the gelatin version over the Real Stuff, too. But I will NOT abide this gravy slander, sir.
4. Cornbread dressing — Alex McDaniel
Aside from being the Thanksgiving dish most likely to start a family fight over the right way to make it, cornbread dressing is the quintessential side-that-could-also-be-a-meal holiday food. (It’s also way better than stuffing in that we don’t shove dressing up a bird’s ass.)
Louis: Y’all know you don’t have to cook stuffing in the turkey’s butt, right?
5. Pumpkin pie — Eric Stephen
In theory I probably should have picked a side dish here, but since I had two picks back-to-back I wanted to give the Thanksgiving dessert its proper due as a first-round pick. Pumpkin pie is not something that should be eaten year round, but it is a Thanksgiving staple. There was no way this was lasting until the end of the third round, so I had to make sure to grab my dessert — the dessert — right away.
Fooch: Every draft requires someone forgetting that a selection already happened. I was psyched to take pumpkin pie in the third round, only to realize I missed Eric taking it with the fifth overall pick. Pumpkin pie with whipped cream is what Thanksgiving is all about. I probably should have taken it over cranberry sauce, but such is life.
6. Green bean casserole — Eric Stephen
I have to be honest here: for the overwhelming bulk of my Thanksgiving dinners, I’ve had fairly standard green beans, maybe spruced up with bacon here and there. But green bean casserole is the ultimate comfort food, and perhaps more importantly it’s one of the easiest sides to make — green beans, cream of mushroom soup, and fried onions — which is important for those of us who aren’t hosting but rather bringing something to the table.
Christian: Easily the worst kind of bean. I appreciate the casserole’s commitment to making a healthy food so capable of bringing on a stroke.
Louis: Is there any part of green bean casserole that actually tastes good other than the French’s fried onions sprinkled on top?
Fooch: The fact that Christian shit-talked my Brussels sprouts the way he did and doesn’t offer nearly enough hate for green bean casserole is just unacceptable.
7. Sweet potato casserole — Alex McDaniel
I’m not sure why I didn’t make this my first pick because it’s undeniably the most on-brand example of Thanksgiving indulgence in existence. How do you make sweet potatoes, a naturally tasty and good-for-you food, more appealing? Mix them with a shitload of butter and brown sugar and eggs and vanilla before topping them off with marshmallows and EVEN MORE butter and brown sugar. Plus, it’s the only dish other than boring-ass cranberry sauce that counts as a side AND a dessert.
Christian: A dessert as a side dish? You really are from the South.
8. Brussels sprouts (with balsamic glaze) — David Fucillo
A vegetable I would never eat as a kid I have grown to love as an adult. I’d be fine with just a basic sprout dish cooked with some salt, pepper and garlic. In reality, a balsamic glaze and potentially some bacon takes this side to a whole other level.
Christian: Of course the guy who picked candy corn and raisins at Halloween wants Brussels sprouts, the villain food from every Nicktoon from 1992-1998. Enjoy your tiny cabbages, old man.
9. Sausage and herb stuffing — Christian D’Andrea
How do you improve on stuffing? Add a bunch of pig fat to it. This is effectively a breakfast sandwich, blended down into spoonable form. I love every word in that sentence, so that’s an easy pick for me.
Louis: Talks shit about stuffing then takes the frozen Jimmy Dean’s version of it eight picks later. OK.
10. Spiced peaches — Louis Bien
It was slim pickings for sides at this point of the draft outside of [Insert vegetable] and [Insert starch]. But spiced peaches are a nice curveball on the plate — sweet and tart and delicious. Who cares that they don’t actually go with anything.
Alex McDaniel: It’s hard for me to talk shit about such a delightfully Southern dish, but I’m guessing spiced peaches in Wisconsin just means throwing some cinnamon on a Del Monte fruit cup and calling it a day.
11. Rye old fashioned — Louis Bien
A simple, noble, delicious cocktail that tastes like the embodiment of crackling fireplaces, cozy sweaters and fucking off from work.
Christian: You went to the University of Wisconsin and chose rye over brandy for your old fashioneds. The city of Madison will judge you for this. Harshly and drunkenly, as is tradition.
Louis: Do I get to rebut in the comment section? Listen, I hear you, but brandy hurts, man.
12. Cheesecake — Christian D’Andrea
A top five dessert after any meal. Can be topped with literally any fruit in order to make it healthy.
“Healthy.”
Louis: Yes, that’s exactly what I want after my 20-pound meal, a sugar bomb with the density of a red dwarf.
13. Roasted potatoes — David Fucillo
Gotta have a starch and I couldn’t justify scalloped potatoes. Mashed potatoes are the easy choice, but a quality toasted potato can bring a little something extra.
Christian: How difficult was it for you to pass up “rolls” or “water” here?
Louis: “Mmm, pass the filler please.”
Eric: This is a great side, but missing only one step: mashing the potatoes.
14. Hot bourbon cider — Alex McDaniel
Adding bourbon to apple cider is a) delicious and b) more socially acceptable than drinking straight whiskey from a Solo cup at the Thanksgiving table. Or so I’ve heard.
Christian: The only thing I don’t like about this pick is your Solo cup bias. Next you’re going to tell me everyone sits on chairs that don’t fold up at your house and the kids’ section isn’t just a three-legged card table.
15. Mac n’ cheese — Eric Stephen
The gamble in picking my dessert first meant that most of the good sides would be snatched up by this time of the draft. But what could be better to add to Thanksgiving than one of the best side dishes for any meal? Mac n’ cheese is delicious whether out of a box or made from scratch, and for an extra touch maybe through some bacon in there since I didn’t get to add them to my green beans above.
Louis: I am probably very, very alone in this, but I love mac n’ cheese in pretty much every context except Thanksgiving. Here’s a sumptuous banquet of Earth’s bounty, and also cheddar noodles.
16. Boring-ass regular cider — Eric Stephen
I suppose I could have just picked a beer, or even tequila here (man, that would hit the spot right now), I picked a beverage I have in my kitchen at this very moment. Yes it’s relatively plain, and non-alcoholic, but the spicy warm beverage is just perfect for the holidays, and hit the spot.
Christian: Warm Dr. Pepper was RIGHT THERE.
17. Salted caramel pie — Alex McDaniel
Listen. If you eat a bunch of rich and/or sweet stuff at dinner, maybe DON’T make this your dessert choice. Eat some Jell-O and go lie down. But if you kept things dry and boring, salted caramel pie is the dessert you DESERVE, not to mention a hell of a lot more creative than standard, boring, embarrassingly un-salted pies.
Christian: Is the recipe for this just “salt, sugar, butter, milk” and then a shrug emoji?
18. Hot buttered rum — David Fucillo
I’m not a big holiday drinker, but this just seems like a quality option during a cold, winter evening. Why get complicated?
Christian: OLD. MAN. PICK. Fooch drafted himself a Thanksgiving meal he read about once in a Dickens novel.
19. Porters/brown ales (like say, Tyranena’s Rocky’s Revenge?) — Christian D’Andrea
A good warming beer to ease in the oncoming winter. Nothing sets up the 4 p.m. hibernation break quite like a couple beers to wash down the week’s worth of carbohydrates you just ate.
(Tyranena, please send me stuff.)
Fooch: I love a good porter or brown ale, but I can’t even begin to imagine trying to drink this during or right after a huge Thanksgiving meal. I’m a glutton when it comes to this meal, but this would knock me on my ass before I even finished eating. I at least like to make it back to the television and pass out while watching football.
20. Ritz cracker pie — Louis Bien
I think this goes by mock apple pie in some circles, but we usually make this with pecans and/or walnuts in the mix, too. Ritz cracker pie is light and fluffy and sweet and perfect after over-gorging on everything else. I almost always end up having some for breakfast the next day.
Christian: I ... have no idea what this is?
(Ritz, please send Louis stuff.)
Our final results:
So who won our inaugural Thanksgiving sides draft? Throw your vote in below. The winner will earn a smidge of pride. The loser will be mocked relentlessly for having terrible taste.
If you can’t see the poll, click here.
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