#one of them just got his license and im now even more worried

[steddie-as-they-come]

Steve's pinning his polaroids up on his wall when his new roommate walks in.

Steve's immediate thought is oh, I'm gonna hate this guy.

Shaggy hair, leather jacket, rings glinting off his fingers, electric guitar slung over his back. Hot as hell, but compared to Steve's polos and perfectly coiffed hair, they could not be more different.

The guy looks like he had the same thought. His shoulders slump as he takes in Steve's appearance.

A man comes in behind his roommate, toting a suitcase full of clothes. "Oh, are you Eddie's roommate?" he says to Steve, who shakes himself out of his thoughts.

"Yes, I am." he says politely. "I'm Steve Harrington."

The man sets down the suitcase. "Wayne Munson." he offers, shaking Steve's hand. "I'm Eddie's uncle."

He nudges Eddie forward, who lets out an almost inaudible groan. "Eddie." he says snippily, shaking Steve's hand.

This'll be a fun year, Steve thinks.

They don't talk. Steve didn't think he was going to be best friends with whoever he got saddled with, but he thought they could at least be civil to each other. Their room is split down the middle. Eddie's half is absolutely covered in posters and music and cutouts of magazines. Steve's is...almost as blank as his room back home.

He misses the shitheads.

No one can ever tell them that. They'll get even more insufferable.

Once or twice, when Steve comes back from a class, he'll catch Eddie peering at Steve's pictures, but he’ll jump away before Steve can call him out on it. It's awful. Steve misses Robin.

It takes him a horribly long amount of time to stop flinching awake at every little sound. He'd stored his nailbat under his bed, out of sight of Eddie, but every time someone yells in the hallway or shouts in the room next door, Steve startles awake, already grabbing his bat. Luckily, Eddie sleeps like the dead, because Steve's not sure he'd be able to explain the weapon without breaking his NDA.

It's three A.M., early November, when there's a knock on their door. Steve isn't asleep yet, so he stands and answers it.

Eight people pile in, talking in hushed whispers. They slam into him, knocking him over.

In the middle of the hug, Steve counts his kids. It's Dustin, nestled against his side, then Lucas, El, and Will under his arm, Max draped over his back, Erica leaning into his shoulder, and Mike on the very outskirts of the group. He pulls them all in tighter, and they all yelp and squawk at him.

"Let us go, Steve!" Erica says, annoyed.

"Nope." Steve says. "You came to find me at three in the morning, you can tolerate a hug."

"Shoo, move." another voice says, and all the kids part like the sea. Robin pushes her way through the group and hugs him tightly. "I don't know how you do it." she says to Steve. "Driving all these nerds around, it's exhausting."

He buries his face in her hair. "Missed you, Robbie." he mumbles.

She leans her head against his. "Missed you too, dingus."

Steve pulls back. "You got your license!"

"I did!" Robin jingles her keys happily.

Eddie sits up, and everyone in the room freezes. "Wha's happenin'?" he slurs sleepily. Then he registers all the people in the room. "Whoa, what the fuck?"

Steve stands up, brushing himself off. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't know they were coming." He shoots a glare at the group, who looks appropriately cowed. Minus Dustin. Steve can now see whose idea this was.

Eddie swings out of bed. "No, it's- wait, are these the kids from your polaroids?"

"Yeah," Steve says. "Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, Erica, and this is my best friend Robin."

"Awww, you have polaroids of us?" Max teases over his shoulder. "That's sweet."

Steve reaches behind him and tussles her hair, shoving her gently. "Shut up, shithead."

"Your room is cool." Mike says. "Not Steve's side. But this part is cool!"

Steve glares at Mike, but Eddie grins big. "Thanks! I'm Eddie Munson." He shakes Mike's hand.

"Is that a DnD poster?" Will says. "That's amazing!"

"It certainly is!" Eddie says. "I used to DM back in high school. Played a bit too."

The nerdier section of the group reacts appropriately, oohing and ahhing, while Max and Erica just roll their eyes and nudge each other.

Steve hesitates. “I know these guys don’t really do anything on Saturday afternoons, and I think they’ve been wanting to start another campaign. Would you mind if they come up, maybe every weekend, and you can…” he doesn’t know enough about DnD “…run a game for them?”

Eddie looks amused. “You mean DM a campaign?”

“Yeah, that.” It’s an olive branch that Steve’s offering.

Eddie takes it. “Well, how can I turn that down? Sheepies of the Harrington flock, how would you like to join a new campaign?”

“I’ll keep the rest of you occupied,” Steve mutters as the guys (and El) start talking excitedly. “Max, Rob, you guys wanna find the closest arcade and set some new high scores?”

“Only one person will be setting high scores.” Max says, gesturing to herself, but she looks excited at the prospect.

Steve lets Eddie and the kids talk for a couple more minutes, then claps his hands. “Okay, it is three in the morning and I have a nine A.M. class tomorrow SO! I have enough blankets for all of you to sleep on the floor if Eddie doesn’t mind-“ Eddie shrugs. “Or Rob can drive you back home.”

Steve looks around and Robin is already in his bed, cuddled up like the blanket hog she is. “Okay, well, sleepover here it is then.”

He whisks out his ungodly amount of throw blankets (courtesy of Joyce’s knitting spree) and the kids get together in their usual movie-night-at-Steve’s cuddle position.

Will’s got his head on Mike’s shoulder, Lucas next to Mike, Max leaning on Lucas, El’s head in Max’s lap and her legs thrown over Dustin’s lap, and Erica with her back against Dustin’s shoulder. Sometimes Robin and Steve are wedged into the pile somewhere, but just as often they’re tangled up under six different blankets across the room, which is why Steve whispers “Scoot over, dumbass,” as he climbs into bed next to Robin.

Eddie watches them assume their positions with an expression of what could be awe on his face. “When I saw those pictures,” he whispered, “I thought they were like your siblings? Or maybe old pictures of your friends. I didn’t think you were a soccer mom.”

Steve glares at him, but unlike earlier in the year, there’s no heat behind it. “Hope you like coparenting then, because these guys need to be watched 24/7 or they’ll run off and start the apocalypse.”

Eddie laughs like it’s a joke. To him it is. He hops back into bed. “Goodnight, weird little family.”

The kids murmur a collective sleepy goodnight, and Steve shuts his eyes.

It’s the most relaxed he’s felt since he moved in.

part two!

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

dad!chris w twin boys

“All I Need”

-C.S

Synopsis: Chris takes Y/N, and his two boys, Carter and Luke, out on a ‘date’ to minigolf.

Pairing: Dad!Chris sturniolo X Fem!reader (she/her)

Warnings: None!

Chris and you have been happily dating for five years. Since you were both in high school. You never regretted anything you’ve done with him. Not even your twin boys.

Having your first children with him was the least regretted thing you’ve ever done with him. You both loved the boys, Carter and Luke, with all your heart.

Chris had always claimed he wanted twin boys, and it was likely since twins, or in his case triplets, run in his family.

The boys were now a year and a half old, so they knew how to walk, and they were able to speak in broken words.

Everytime someone brought up your kids in a rude or disrespectful manner, Chris would immediately shut it down, or talk back.

He claims that the kids and you are ‘All he needs’, and they were all you need too.

You loved your family, including him and his family. You considered them your family. You weren’t sure when you were getting married, but it wasn’t a deep thought in your mind.

You both loved each other, married or not.

Chris had finally got his drivers license after you got pregnant. He wasn’t going to make Matt drive a family of four everywhere.

This morning Chris decided he wanted to take all four of you mini golfing, and if it was okay with you, he wanted his brothers coming with, too.

You of course didn’t mind, you loved them as your own family. You were now in the car, both the boys in the backseats, looking out the window quietly.

They were both fairly well-behaved, so you didn’t need to worry about them too much. As you pulled into the parking lot of an outdoor mini golf place, both you and Chris got out, each grabbing a kid from the back.

Luke was always closer with Chris than you, but Carter, no doubt, was a mama’s boy. As you walked up to the place that had the golf clubs and balls, you saw Matt and Chris.

Both of your boys gasped, as they recognized them. The two were always over at your houses, loving both of their nephews. Even when you needed a babysitter, they were both more than willing.

Both boys tried to pull you and Chris towards their uncles, who called their names, and held their arms open for them.

Carter ran to Matt, and Luke to Nick. Just like how the boys each had a ‘favorite’ parent, they had a ‘favorite’ uncle.

“Hi bud! I missed you!” Matt laughed as Carter flew into the boys’ arms.

“Hey little man! Whats up?” Nick asked Luke rhetorically, knowing the boy wasn’t very likely to answer anyways.

The two picked the other two up, and waited for you and Chris to get by them.

“We already paid, so you guys just need to grab your clubs.” Matt nods, bringing Carter over to pick his ball. The boy made grabby hands at a light pastel blue ball, and Matt chuckled pulling the ball out of the bucket. “Sorry to break it to ya, Chris, but im starting to think your boy might be more of a fan of me than you.” Matt showed Chris the light blue ball his son picked.

“Yeah, yeah. Watch both of them pick orange clubs!” Chris shot back and Matt scoffed.

There were only three color options for the golf clubs, orange, green, or teal, so either way there was a good chance of at least one of the boys’ picking orange.

After Carter picked a pink ball, they were both set down, to walk- more like waddle- over to grab a club.

Both went for the orange, just as Chris has expected.

“See! I told you!” Chris giggled, pointing a finger at his brother, who just rolled his eyes.

“Whatever! They still love me!” Matt argued, and Chris shrugged.

Chris took both of his boys’ hands, as he pulled them to the first green, a practice green.

“I’m gonna teach ‘em how to hit, you guys can start if ya want.” Chris gestures to the direction in which the actual game starts.

“No, this is a family experience. We can all experience this together.” You smiled, and both of Chris’ brothers agreed.

You stood back, watching as your boyfriend got on his knees and stood behind Carter, with Luke right behind Chris. Chris reached over Carter’s shoulders, grabbing his hands and placing them in the correct places on the club, making sure Luke was watching.

He placed the ball down in front of the club, and showed both of them how to swing. They both caught on quite quick, so they wanted to try by themselves. When both boys eventually hit their first ball in, Chris celebrated, by picking the giggling boys up and spinning them in the air, telling them how great they did.

This was something you could get used to.

@bernardenjoyer @lovely-calypso

[saltv2]

THIRD TIMES THE CHARMS BABY!

(Nerika HC, multiverse version)

(I am so sorry for the wall of text down below)

No driver license, would definitely be a passenger princess, you don’t wanna be in the same vehicle if she behind the wheel (tried to teach Goldie how drive once)

Inari often saves Nerika’s ass from trouble

Inari hates grocery shopping

Randomly drops off food & supplies to Inari & Ian

They sometimes all train together (except for Goldie his emotional support or something)

Paints Goldie’s claws, does experimental makeup on him

G:How i do look

N:Like you have a husband to leave

G: …. (Huh?!?—)

G: i don’t have husband…

N: well not anymore you do! Now quit moving before i poke your eyes out

(Yes i know he’s not gay or feels attraction in this au, this meant as a joke)

Is cursed to randomly find Goldie’s fur in her house

Attempted to make ice cream from snow after watching a video about it

Strong immune system

Try to kick Henry in the balls and break into his house once

I'm not sure if you stated that Goldie goes outside in his world but l'll imagine, Nerika and him like to catch anything they can get their hands on (small rodents, snails, fish, bugs, frogs, snakes, birds- just anything)

+sometimes Inari requests stuff for them to catch or join them along

Gifted goldie a device so they can communicate when not in proximity

Gave Goldie the sex talk just for his reaction

Teaches Goldie how to do stunts (front-flip, backflip, cartwheel yada yada) got frustrated when he kept using his powers to cheat

She Threw Goldie’s head like a basketball one time

She has strong dislike for big bright lights

Goldie smokes along side her to feel included

deep down she worries for Goldie, seeing how he’s old tech that doesn’t get much maintenance

Robs from large companies (her favorite one is walmart)

She Steals mike’s stories to read and critique later

She bonks people with any item she has in her hand

She likes Halloween in Goldie’s universe, gives her a chance to get free candy and be social acceptable (free candy is free candy) + she drags her friends along for the night

While she won’t admit it upfront (at least when she decently sober) coming in contact with golden is probably one of the greatest things to happen in her life.

G & N perform together, maybe just in the confines of her house but still nice bonding experience

Force Goldie to shower cuz someone dump chemicals on him during a show one time

N & G hold one another for long periods of time brings comfort & security

Nerika probably attempted to piggyback on Goldie when he floating at some point

(I will come back when i have more ideas…)

Oh my god a lot of these are so wholesome im about to cry-

1-Canon!!! This MF can’t drive for shit, while she did canonically drive in her AU, she crashed the car after a few minutes.

2-Canon!! (That’s literally how they met!)

3-Canon!! Inari hates being in public.

4-incorrect, they all manage to get it on their own

5-Canon!! And they all criticize Nerika :-)

6-Canon!! They paint their nails to match!

7-Canon!! They now have to clean more than they did before he came…

8-Canon!!

9-Canon!!

10-First one is incorrect, but the other is Canon!!

11-Canon!!

12-Canon!! And she probably video calls him in the middle of a fight (even in his own universe he has to see blood…)

13-Canon!! Nerika likes making people uncomfortable

14-Canon!! She doesn’t like it when goldie uses his powers to escape/cheat something, because she wants him to learn how to do stuff without them.

15-CANON!!! and she encourages others to do the same!

16-Canon!! It hurts her eyes :-(

17-Canon!! Most likely pressure him the first time.

18-Canon!! So she often takes him to some random techie she frequents

19-Canon!! Who’s gonna stop her?

20-Canon!! She stole freddy’s book as well :-)

21-Canon!! She mostly does it to goldie or Ian

22-Canon!!

23-Canon!! Because now she has not only someone she can always have around, but also someone who can bring her joy <:-)

24-Canon!! She forces him to sing metal to test his fry scream

25-Canon!! He stinks also, she was gonna force him regardless

26-Canon!! (Im gonna cry-)

27-Canon!! She fell off and broke her leg.

(Come back soon…)

[smallestapplin]

umm. ftm ingo + emmet hcs maybe w a lil bit on nsfw..............<- projecting

IM ASCENDING!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS!! I’m in love, I hope this my all. I apologize for being all over the place with this, I just got so excited.

🔞18 at the end!🔞

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In general!

- they both socially transitioned in their teen years.

- Looking up ways to look more like guys.

- Their parents were extremely supportive and did all they could to help! Using their correct pronouns and names, buying them clothes that made them feel comfortable and confident.

- The only issue they faced was hiding their chests.

- They did everything from multiple sports bras, compression shirts, even things you aren’t suppose to do!

- Their mother got their measurements and ordered them binders.

- The twins were so happy to open that package!

- The two tried on their eighteenth birthdays. They parents surprised them by taking them to get everything on paper, their licenses, and other important documents now say ‘Ingo’ and ‘Emmet’.

- They sobbed happily in a large family group hug.

- Both started going on T as soon as they could.

- Emmet was vibrating in place in excitement! He had been waiting so long for this!

- Ingo kept fidgeting, he had to get the energy out somehow.

- After they moved to Nimbasa city and started working at Gear station, the two started saving up for their surgeries.

- They planned it all out too! One would get top surgery, and then the other would take care of him, and vice versa.

- The twins are so happy to finally feel like themselves.

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Onto romance!

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🔲Ingo🔲

- Not much changed romantically. Your Ingo is still as polite and as loud as ever.

- He’s such a gentleman!

- Surprising you with flowers, your favorite treats, a stuffed toy from Gear station he thought you’d like, anything!

- You likely already know he’s trans from forming a friendship first.

- He doesn’t keep secrets, but he made sure it was safe first.

- Of course you’re a safe person to tell, and you understood.

- He held you crying, he was so worried and had been stressing himself about telling you.

- Your friendship continued and it turned into a sweet relationship.

- Always making time for you, taking care of you (even if you argue that he has to eat too-) and of course! You making him get all bashful with your affection.

- He truly does love your attention and touches, but he gets so flushed thinking about it.

- Though Ingo is the most vocal of the two brothers, during his time of the month he’s usually quiet about his pain.

- His cramps are bad, but you often just see him curled around Chandelure, asking if you can get him some more midol, or anything.

- He just wants some back rubs and to be told he’s a brave man.

- He hurts, please just cuddle him.

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🔳Emmet🔳

- Much like his brother, it’s not that big of a secret. Sure he doesn’t announce it, he’s just living.

- And how can you not love this affectionate man?

- He’s always smothering you with kisses, taking you out on dates, winning all the stuffed animals you want at the amusement park, anything.

- He gets so excited seeing you too, especially if you visit him at work. His face lights up, he’s glowing with joy before running to you and twirling you in a hug.

- You are his light, his saving grace when his period strikes.

- Yes he knows white was a bad idea, hush! He looks great in it!

- But he is in agony, you hear him before you see him, just groaning heavily.

- He can’t move, please get him some pain relievers, thank yoooou.

- He’s also doing the grabby hands at you, he wants comfort.

- If you have any fire type Pokémon no you don’t, that’s his Pokémon now, sorry.

- He doesn’t call out of work, but man he’s straight up not having a good time.

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🔞18+Only! NSFW BELOW!🔞

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🔲Ingo🔲

- Ever the service the top.

- His face is made for you, his tongue is made to please you.

- You two have a select few strap ons, he isn’t wild with what he gets by any means, but he does have quite a few other worldly ones.

- While he loves pleasuring you, as your pleasure is his pleasure, and if that means he’s on his back, folded in a mating press, squealing his heart out? Then yes, he will absolutely do it.

- It’s so cute how reactive he is to your touch.

- And don’t be fooled by his more prudish nature, for you? He’s anything you want him to be.

- Ingo is a softer man, he likes the intimacy and closeness of love making. You speaking so sweetly to him, thrusting into his dripping pussy with such care, telling him he’s such a good boy, a sweet boy, just for you.

- He can cum just from your praise alone.

- But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it rough.

“Fuck! Please! I-I’ve been so good! Ah!”

He doesn’t even remember how he got himself tied to the bed, cunt on display for you. All he knows is he wants to do it again.

You lay between his spread legs. Pulling your mouth off his drooling cunt, you gaze up at him.

His chest heaving, eyes watering, and face red.

You ponder for a moment before shuffling your weight to one side, you bring your hand up towards him.

Smack!

Ingo arches his back, crying out at the harsh smack you land on his cunt.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

His slick splatters against your hand.

His upper half is twisting with each hit. His squeals raise in pitch, he’s so close to cumming!

“My aren’t you demanding? Such a naughty boy you are.”

“M’sorry! M’sorry, please, I-FUCK! Mmmso close!”

You grind your thumb against his clit, smirking at how your boyfriends juices coat your hand.

His hips keep twitching as his silver eyes begs for more.

He’s so cute like this.

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🔳Emmet🔳

- He has a very large, very impressive toy collection. His pride and joys are his various strap ons, and he pulls out all the stops! Want to be fucked by some alien dick? He’s got you! Want to be fucked by some demon dick? Absolutely he has that! Anything and everything in any color, he’s got you.

- Most of the time he tops, you will have to fight him for that right.

- He does have his moments where he’d like to be just a little pampered. Those are few and far between, again, unless you wrestle him for it.

- Emmet is in love with fucking your face, he just loves seeing you choke on his cock, no matter which one it is.

- He usually puts a bullet vibrator inside him before putting the strap’s harness on. This way you both get more pleasure!

- He wants to keep going until you’re both in tears and too sensitive to continue.

Emmet feels so lucky to have you.

Especially when you’re fucked stupid like this, and all for him too!

The vibrator inside him is set on his second pulsing speed, giving him just enough pleasure while he fucks his strap on into you.

“Aww darling! We’ve barley even started! And look at how messy you are.”

You barely process his words.

The fat blunt tip of his strap slams against your sweet spot without mercy.

Watching you moan out and squirm is always a beautiful sight, but he can make it better.

He takes one hand off your hip, grabbing the remote for his vibrator and setting it to max speed.

You practically scream, which overshadows a cry of his own.

His hips speed up, twitching at the rush of pleasure on his insides.

He slams his hand back on your hip with a bruising grip. He leans over you, his chest flushed against yours.

Emmet slams his lips over yours, moaning into the kiss. You only break it to toss your head back with a long squeal.

“Emmeeet! S-so gooood!”

The silver haired man whines, you look so fucked out and perfect! Your eyes rolling back with drool dripping down your chin.

It has him cumming once again over the vibrator.

He wants more.

[kindatired]

Genshin Impact: First Impression

I know, "You just NOW getting into Genshin after four years?'

Well, I didn't want to play on my phone so I waited to buy a laptop. I did bought a MacBook for school but then I found out that even though this game runs on IOS it doesn't run on MacOS...

(I should've known since the game isn't on the Switch...

Why most of the games I want to play isn't playable on the devices I have- Anyways back to the point.

I just finish Mondstadt in Genshin and so far I really like the story which makes me excited for what they have in store in Liyue. So this is all my thoughts about the first Archon quest, all in one go.

This chapter was a nice introduction to the world of Tevyat and I like how we already have to worry about two antagonistic groups (The fatui and Abyss Order)

Matter of fact let me list down how I think of each character:

The traveler:

I wish they have more character to them especially during the cutscenes. Despite being the protagonist I feel like they’re just in the backseat most of the time with the exception of them needing to action scenes. (Due to this my version of the traveler is that they're snarky but their heart is in the right place.) But I like how they showed us what the other sibling is doing because most stories they will have it a mystery right before the final arc

Paimon:

She’s cute but also WHERE IS HER PARENTS? At the start, she said that she was saved from drowning and I was like “Who was watching you?? Do you have any friends or anything?” I truly believe she will be a plot point in the story considering she can float around and have a space aesthetic to her

Venti:

I really like how mysterious he was at the start of the story and then later we see how much of a doofus he is. (Not saying he's dumb but carefree) Despite not wanting to be a ruling god, he still cares for his city in his own way. I don’t know why but if you mix Pit and Palutena together and then boom there’s Venti.

Amber:

I love her design so much. It's simple yet effective especially with the red bow. I feel like the team knew this too which is why she comes with her own plushie which is so freaking cute! Her character quests is fun too when she taught us to get our own glider's license. I don't know why but she gives the first classmate you befriend in class energy (Probably because she is the first person beside Paimon that we met in the game)

Kaeya:

I’m down bad I like how he has a laidback personality yet he’s always behind the scenes. Despite the front he puts up, you know he’s doing something else. Kind of wish we get to see more of him but I’m satisfied with what we got

Lisa:

At first I thought she was going to be a flirt she kinda is But I found it funny how she’s has a “I don’t have time with this bs” attitude on her side quest but still have a lot of patience for people's BS at times. I can't exactly remember but I think when she was trying to find all the overdue books, she went "I might as well make it fun" and brought the traveler and Paimon along too.

Jean:

Once I take a step back and think of all the things she had to deal with during this arc, it was definitely something. Abyss Order, The Dragon, The Fatui and trying to keep the citizens calm. She doesn’t get enough credit where it’s due. There's this one line delivery in the English version, I can't exactly point out when but it was about how the Fat couldn't get the upper hand in the situation. I don't know why but her tone of voice was passive aggressive, like she was praying on their downfall.

Diluc:

Mix opinions on him due to him sending us to find four of those ice flowers and I had to spend a hour and thirty minutes trying to find the fourth one. So yeah I have bitter feelings about that Serious note, he's probably my favorite character in Mondstadt if we're not including Amber and Kaeya. Bro is the Batman of the game, they even call him the Dark knight

Abyss Ice Mage:

Yeah I dedicated a whole section to this NPC because Imagine being electrocuted by Lisa and flamed by Diluc within a week. Like bro was put in the wringer (rightfully so). Kinda hoped they appear in the future story so this trend of Ice Mage being comedically abused continues.

My thoughts of the story:

I thought the first archon quest of the story is neat. It has nothing too spectacle as it works as a exposition to the world of Teyvat and it done that job very well.

The twist of knowing where the traveler's sibling is doing was definitely something I never thought would happen. Usually in most stories, they would have the sibling in prison but nope.

Your sibling is doing fine just helping out the big bad organization that is trying to destroy Teyvat.

Now this may be a reach but I like how each character has the freedom of accomplishing their goals by their own way.

First you have the traveler, by default they have the freedom of not being born in Teyvat as they are not from this world. Because of this, they have the ability to use more than one element. Another note is that because the traveler isn't bound by the nation's rules as they wasn't raised in Teyvat, they're always the person with a third option, sort of like a spectator...

is this why they're so quiet? So he can hear the opinions of others before making their own conclusions???

Paimon also has freedom as she doesn't have a parental figure which allows her to tag along, traveler on their quests.

Moving on to the people of Mondstadt, even within the Knights of Favonius who are under strict codes, handle tasks using their own method.

Example of this is the uniforms.

While Amber, Lisa, Kaeya, and Jean share the same motifs as being in the same group, their uniforms are completely different. You know how in magical girl shows, where you have sailor moon, where every soldier wears the same design but different color palette? Then there are other shows like Magica Madoka, where the girls where completely different outfits? The knights of favonius fits the latter, with the exception of the NPCs.

Even the way they handle tasks are different. Amber make sure she does her best to follow the rules but with a bit a flare. Lisa is a tad strict but her approach is passive. Kaeya always tries to find a loophole in the situation to see the whole picture. (Example: Him "staying behind" in the city, to get more information about the Abyss Order). Jean who follows the rules, but know there are times when the rules have to be bend.

Then you have the outliners like Diluc and Venti who are not apart of the knights. Diluc doesn't trust the knights to completely solve the problem so he acts as a vigilante, to pick up the pieces they fail to notice.

Venti who is the god of freedom, decided to not rule his region like the other archons. Instead, he watches it from afar, like the guardian he is, and steps in when the time is right.

All these characters are different in one way or another but they all come together to work together because they all share a common goal. Still even if you do things your own way, you still have to bear the responsibility of your actions.

Venti was too nonchalant in his approach of protecting his region which resulted in a Harbinger, La Signora, taking his Gnosis.

I say he was nonchalant because he was focus on the current problems of his country, which was storm bringer, and not future problems such as the Fatui. Because he wasn't focus on them, he let his guard down when the problem with storm bringer was solved.

I know this may be a stretch and I'm just writing what pops up in my head but that's what I got from the message of the archon quest.

Speaking of La Signora, how the hell did no one saw her attacking Venti and traveler or at the very least heard it? I know Barbara did but you're telling me that only ONE person heard that shit?!

So after talking to Venti it appears that we have to go to every seven regions to find the traveler's siblings. Or in this case, try to convince them to not destroy this world.

The fuck do we look like Pokemon Trainers?... Because I can sing the theme songs if you want

Either way, I had fun with the story. Gamplay-wise... I'm not really much of a gamer myself. I don't go into the mechanics of the game.I play fighting game, barely knowing the combos and just smash buttons to win

However, I can say the gameplay of Genshin is easy to get into. Unfortunately, it's a rpg so I have to farm for materials... yay, I guess. But it's not as bad as Fate Grand Order, Fate grand order farming system is a shit storm especially considering how it's a turn based but doesn't have a auto-farm system.

(for those who want to get into the story of FGO, just look it up on Youtube, do not play the game. )

When exploring, I often hesitate of where I go, because the game doesn't want you to explore said region yet, They will send Paimon telling you "Let's explore that later" only to yeet you off the cliff.

Speaking of Gameplay Paimon, she always setting us up. There was this purple spot, and she told us to blow it away to see what it is, only for it to be the eye of the storm... Its not like it was hard but it was annoying to fight it.

At least she let us control the time though.

Overall, I had fun with the game, I'm looking forward for Liyue and thank you for reading all of this as I was writing as I go so I know there is MANY grammar errors in this review.

Can't wait for Liyue because then I will get to see the character that convinced me to play the game.

[sn4pozu]

how Richard Trager uses Instagram (yes, he would use Instagram):

this is Pre-Engine Rick because realistically post-engine Rick would have other things to worry about besides instagram

30 stories a day, from dawn till dawn again this man is addicted to the layout

doesn't use stickers because hes a grown man BUT HE DOES HAVE A BITMOJI THAT HE USES RELIGIOUSLY

its half office reels, half food pics, and a quarter just rants

overuses tags to hell, even randomly mid sentence , example: "#Amazing day today at @MurkoffOfficial ! this #Work ain't doin itself 📋💻👍🏻 #Workday #Monday #Officeday #ADayInMyLife #Job"

sometimes thinks that Murkoff should totally have a social media account, he knows its dumb but he cant help wanting more followers 😔

"Suns out guns out! #Sunday with my bud @JeremyBlaireOfficial" and its a picture of them in a golf cart holding champagne (not gay, just besties)

Not to sneak in my RickJer agenda but in my minds eye they signed eachothers golf clubs

tags the location if he could he would

username is something obnoxious like 'RichardTragerOfficial' like nobody know u lil bro 😭😭😭

buys likes and followers to feed his ego

4k followers thats like 85% bots

" @McDonaldsOffical Never fails 😂😂😂 #hangovermeal #NoRegrets" and its a fish fillet with the most inhuman bite you've ever seen taken out of it

WOULD POST A SWEATY GYM MAT AND TAG THE GYM AND IT'D HAVE A DUMB CAPTION LIKE "Workout Wednesdays! 🏋🏼‍♂️💪#Wednesday #Gym #Exercise #GymPic #Muscles" HE LACKS SELF AWARENESS DONT LAUGH

would 'ironically' comment "Hot! 🔥🔥🔥" on a mans gym pic and would slutshame a womans gym butt pic

"he hurts every woman hes ever met because his true soulmate is a man" - Sock-rates

he would unironically use hashtags in a sentence for fun, also urges Jer to be more active on Instagram

imagine the most white grown man, now add curly blonde hair, uhuh now give him a gay sweater, now make him homophobic & gay, yep .thats him officer

HAS gotten scammed on instagram, he threathened legal action and got his money back and deleted their account after a week tho

weekday streaks exist to him, no hes not a middle schooler hes actually 30

look at me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't make fun of feminism in the comments section of those LibzDunked accounts

his Close Friends stories are just aftermaths after nights out, its either him drunk posting or filming himself talking to the camera about his hangover

its just Jer and a few other friends but it has the same intimacy of homosexuality

theres one video where hes drunk and actually tripped and fell so comically its been 7 months and Jer still makes fun of him for it (laughs along but actually hates it like viscerally)

he has 3 phones, both iphones and one is a samsung flip (he wanted the hype), a work phone, home phone, and his normal phone, why does he need so much? why is he not robbed yet? we will never know....

replies to those awareness posts about war in the middle east and goes like "damn.. thats unfortunate 💔 hearts goes out to them 🙏 @Chriswalker89"

most menacing instagram white man, cyberbullies as a past time and has 5 alts just focused on Harrassment+ Stalking people

he'd doxx which hospital your mother is staying in with no shame

"If you don't take that back I'm injecting your mothers spine with brain eating parasites" and he means that for real

would post corny atheist memes & misinformation

induces paranoia as a hobby "Yes ma'am i am a licensed doctor vaccines Do cause autism" as a treat

he fucks around too much one day his main gets suspended and he calls Instagram customer services

if you wouldn't think he'd try to hook up with an instagram influencer you are a liar

weekly self-help book recommendations that he doesn't read and actually just gets payed 7$ per link

im not saying he would make an alt to just hype up his own photos but he would.....do that.....

also gets blackmailed his own dick pic but whatever that was in the past

on a side note Jeremy does have a year old instagram account that only has 2 pictures (both just bar pics of him posing with a glass of wine like an idiot) and his entire Tagged section is just RICHARD TAGGING HIM IN ANYTHING

[quodekash]

oh! yeah that's right there's the rest of the episode. whoops i fully just kept rewatching the guynawa scene, i completely forgot that im only halfway through the episode

GUYNAWA KISSED BY THE WAY, JUST REMINDING EVERYONE IN CASE ANYONE FORGOT

AWWWWWWWW

THEYRE ALL SO ADORABLE

THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHERRRR

THEYVE KISSED BTW

DID ANYONE FORGET??

THEY KISSED

THEY KISSED FIVE TIMES

FHSDHDHSBFAHDSBFHDSBFH

lmao they rly had to squeeze that in there one last time

LMAO THEIR EXPRESSIONS IN THE BACKGROUND I LOVE THEM

le gasp

shock horror

no one had any idea at all

who could have possibly seen this coming

i think most of their classmates knew

they had to know, right?

they were not very quiet about it lmao

kang being like "why is my boyfriend so sweet" and kissing him on the cheek several times while there's people very close nearby

i feel like everyone had to know

LMAO

EVERYONE EXCEPT SAIFAH, OF COURSE

IM SORRY I CANT STOP LAUGHING

HIS EXPRESSION IS LIKE SOMEONE JUST DIED UNEXPECTEDLY IN A MOVIE OR SOMETHING

i genuinely have no clue how he didn't know, maybe he should go to an optometrist, he might need glasses

HIS SMILEEEE

HES SO HAPPY TO HAVE FINALLY SAID IT AND ANNOUNCED IT

ASHDFAHSDFHADSFHA

GI3ERGSTIUG43BE THATS SUCH A FUNNY REACTION

ONLY IN BL

"sailom and i are dating" and everyone clapped

bro why you just standing there alone in the rain

OKAY, HE'S GONNA SAY IT ONCE MORE:

"I. LIKE. YOU." ITS AS SIMPLE AS THAT MY GUY

but also all of kang's fears and worried are very valid right now and i totally get it and i love him and support him BUT HES SO STUPID but also valid BUT STUPID

FINALLY

jeez man, it took WAY too long for that to be revealed to him

yessss

yeeeessssssss

yes, because wind is important to the windmill, we've been over this a thousand times

YESSSS GUYNAWA ARE BACK, I WAS SO WORRIED THAT BECAUSE IT'S THE FINAL EPISODE, WE WOULDNT GET ANY MORE OF THEM FOR THE REST OF THE EPISODE BUT ITS OKAY ITS FINE YAYYYYYY

THEYRE SO FUNNY

THEYRE SO SILLY I LOVE THEM

wait but how did they find that

did they just come up with that without realising it's been said by kangsailom, or did they somehow find out iconic kangsailom lines?

nooooo so guynawa aren't going to the same uni?

I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH

GVOREGNKJRVD THEYRE BOYFRIENDS

WAIT WHERE ARE THEY GOING

ARE THEY ALL GOING ON A TRIP TOGETHER???

SCHOOLIESSSSS

i fully forgot schoolies was a thing lmao

is it called schoolies everywhere or is that only an australia thing?

anybody, pls answer here: what country do you live in, and what do you call the trip that people go on for like a week with their friends a few weeks/months after they graduate high school, where they usually go camping and get drunk? or do you not have that?

AND THEYRE GOING TO KORAT?? YESSSSS

guynawa better see a shooting star

and theyd better kiss under the night sky

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I LOVE THEM

also: guynawa in the background, it looks like nawa's looking out the window. in other words: SOUNDWIN PARALLELS, WIN KNOWS SOUND LIKES LOOKING AT THE VIEW SO HE SAVED HIM A WINDOW SEAT ON THE BUS which sound didnt take because he's awkward and gay BUT STILL

side note: who the hell drove the msp gang on the bus ride to the beach? we literally see all eight of them sit in the back, we dont see anyone go to the front seat to drive. we also dont even know if any of them have their license, other than win but he's only got his bike license

anyway

ohhh he's trying to find a comfortable position to sleep

MAYBE SLEEP ON YOUR BOYFRIEND'S SHOULDER THEN, DIDYA THINK OF THAT??

holy shit its 2:30 in the morning

[agonyaster]

hello depot agent fandom im so glad all six of you could make it

fun little thing about @pigdemonart’s depot agents….. i love cloud and ramses so much you dont get it

also on ao3!

…

The inside of the subway boss’s office is neat and orderly at first glance with its swept floors, a desk shining with polish and smelling of lemon varnish. But Ramses had been standing there for quite some time and his eyes were wandering to the mug of cold coffee and the sticky rings of condensation it left behind, layers of dust collecting on top of the filing cabinets, scattered piles of paperwork; all of it showing the story of just-there neglect.

Just as he finds himself wondering if he went into the wrong office despite the nameplate outside, the door swings open and bangs against the wall with enough force to make him jump. 

“Aha, there you are!” Ramses turns to see the boss standing in the doorway, head held high as she gives him a quick once-over. “C’mon, follow me! I’ve got way too much to do and you're both here to make my life easier.”

She’s out the door just as quick as she came in and Ramses is forced to follow, like a Ducklett trailing after its mother. He’s not the only one, another fresh-faced agent greeting him with a smile as she trots after their boss.

“Just double checking— you’re Cloud and Ramses?” she glances over a shoulder to see their nods and mumbles to herself. “Perfect, perfect. I’m Indira, but I hope you know that already.”

They chuckle in unison as Indira digs around in her pockets and pulls out four pokéballs, tossing two to each of them and flashing a cheeky grin.

“Now while I’d love to stay and chat for a bit, show you how to work the coffee machine and all that, we’ve got work to do. Those,” she points to the pokéballs, “are officially licensed, battle-ready pokémon owned and managed by the station. The multi line leaves in just a few minutes.”

Indira grins, something wild burning in her eyes as she stares them down. 

“It’ll be your first chance to impress me.”

“I don’t plan to disappoint,” Cloud says, and Ramses can feel the intensity rolling off of her in waves as she sets her shoulders and rolls out one of her wrists.

A pang of worry hits him in the gut as Ramses watches the boss’s grin grow wider and flick two pokéballs into a hand. He’s stepping between them and chuckling lightheartedly before he even really knows what’s going on. 

“I appreciate the enthusiasm, but how about we save it for the battle?” 

They seem to agree, shrinking down and turning away from each other for the train to come in. Indira doesn’t stay quiet for long, letting out a sharp whistle and beckoning another agent over. The man smiles pleasantly and waves in greeting before coming to a stop beside the boss. 

Mere seconds later, the train rattles to the platform and they all enter. It’s only then, as he throws out a pokéball, completely oblivious to what laid inside that worry starts to bubble in his gut. He forces it down as Indira calls out an attack to her Darmanitan, the agent next to her instructing his Gigalith to go in for a follow-up after a moment's hesitation. 

The battle isn’t quick, but it isn’t too long either, Darmanitan pounding its chest victoriously as everyone returns their pokémon to their balls. When the subway stills beneath their feet, Indira breaks out into a smile and salutes them, Darmanitan copying her with glee. “Look at you two go! Already better battlers than Sonny!”

The agent who battled with her laughs awkwardly. “Thanks, boss.”

The subway doors open with a pneumatic hiss and they all file off, Indira dashing to meet her next train, Sonny motioning for them to follow him. 

“Ramses, is it?” Cloud asks, raising a brow. 

“That’s right.”

“Well, it was an honor to battle with you. I hope we can work together more in the future.”

“Ditto.”

…

“Is Indira ever going to replace this thing?” Cloud wonders aloud as she smacks the side of the coffee machine. “It’s been like this for how many years?”

“Probably not,” Ramses’ voice answers, making her jump. “Will thinks she’s waiting for one of us to break and replace it ourselves so she doesn’t have to use part of the budget to pay for it.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“Say what you want about her, the woman is consistent.”

The machine pitifully spits out the last of her coffee and Cloud grabs the cup, taking a quick sip as she wanders over to the table where Ramses is sitting. “How’s Manectric adjusting to domestic life?”

“Oh, she loves it. Gets to do nothing but sleep and eat and rip up my pillows,” he chuckles. “Keeps trying to eat the Pidove that perch outside throughthe window, but she’s learning. My parents and Issac are spoiling her rotten.”

“Well, you can add me to the list,” Cloud tosses a rubbermaid down on the table, the contents rattling inside. “And before you ask, people can eat them too.”

He grins and pops the lid off, biting into a cookie with a content hum. “You know who would appreciate some of these?”

“Who?”

“Julia.”

“Who’s that?”

Ramses cocks his head to the side, mischief glimmering in his eyes. “Don’t you remember her? She’s the one with the Furret?” 

She does. “No.”

“Really? Short brown hair, decently tall, wears her Furret as a scarf sometimes-“

Of course she remembers the scarf Furret. It was adorable, so much so that kids pointed and cooed every time she stepped into the station. “Seems impractical in this weather.”

“-always seems to be asking about you.”

Heat rises to her cheeks. “How about we stop talking now?”

He starts to stroke at his beard, but it does little to hide the growing smirk. “I got to chatting with her the other day— works in Castelia! Some absolutely lovely restaurants there, perfect for-”

Cloud marches forward and snatches the tin of cookies off of the tabletop. “You don’t deserve these.”

All he does is laugh.

Cloud huffs and barges out of the break room, the radio on her hip instructing her to head towards the singles line, to which she complies. Weaving through the crowds of people with purpose, greeting a few of the passengers she recognizes with a smile and a wave.

She spies a pair of boys standing hand-in-hand and rocking back and forth on their heels as they wait at the platform. They’re completely identical, same height, same messy gray hair, the only differences Cloud can spot are their clothes and expressions— one dressed in orange, the other in navy blue, one smiling and one frowning. They seem familiar in a way she just can’t quite place.

“Make sure you-”

“Stand behind the yellow line, yes!” the frowning boy in navy overalls finishes. “We’ve performed our safety checks, no need to worry!” He points down to their shoes, proudly showing off how yes, they were standing behind the yellow line.

Cloud chuckles and gives a slight bow. “Well, hats off to you, Mr…?”

“Ingo!”

“I am Emmet,” his brother adds on.

Hearing their names, everything clicks. Years worth of breakroom chats about family outings, photo after photo being shoved under her nose as he gushes about the boys pictured.

“Here on your day off, Sonny?” Cloud asks, straightening up and giving him a sly smirk. “Didn’t know you missed us that much.”

“Oh, no, nothing like that. We’re just heading to go visit my brother up in Opelucid!” he says with a dismissive wave of the hand.

Cloud hums, suddenly aware of the container tucked under her arm. “Say, does that brother of yours have a sweet tooth?” A nod. “Perfect! You can have these, then. No use in me keeping them around.”

Sonny grabs the tin and rips off the lid, trotting over to his sons who each take one that they immediately cram into their mouths, Sonny included. 

“Just carrying those around?”

“They were supposed to be for Ramses but… he doesn’t deserve them.” Cloud explains with a shrug. Her eyes slide over to look at the woman, who’s smiling fondly. “You’re Ella, aren’t you? I’ve heard a lot of stories.”

“Only good things, I hope.”

Cloud scoffs. “Please, I don’t think Sonny has ever said a bad thing about you. Don’t think he knows how.”

The rattling of the approaching train drowns out Ella’s laughter as she steps forward grabbing the tin and pressing the lid back on. 

“Say thank you to Cloud, boys,” she instructs, and when the three all turn to face her and salute, Cloud can’t stop herself from bursting into laughter. 

…

The heavy smell of mildew and minerals hangs in the air like a thick fog, the calls of Zubat fainter than he ever remembers them being. His eyes burn as he scans the tunnel walls, illuminated with a yellow-tinged glow coming from the lantern in his hand.

“I swear, why is Indira still making us do these inspections?” Cloud asks, rising from her crouched position and popping her back with a hiss. “She’s got plenty of younger agents who need to learn how to do this crap.”

Ramses tries for a laugh, but all the dust that’s made its way into his throat makes it come out more as a wheeze. After a moment to recover, he tries again. “I’m sure she would just pair one of the twins with Isadore and watch them bicker through the cameras. Nothing would end up getting done and we’d have to do it anyway.”

She grumbles, but nods in agreement anyway.

“Besides, this is our only chance to get away from those crazy kids.”

Cloud snorts. “Speak for yourself, I’m escaping, don’t you remember?”

Ramses groans, and Cloud’s teasing grin grows. “Don’t remind me. You get two whole weeks of a tropical vacation while I’m stuck here babysitting.”

“Aww, don’t be too sad! I’ll be sure to bring you a souvenir.” She jabs him playfully in the ribs, his startled cry sending a pair of Zubats fleeing into the darkness.

“Honestly, you should be bringing me along; I’m the reason you and Julia got together in the first place. You never would have talked to her if it weren’t for my thoughtful encouragement.”

“Well, argue your case to the in-laws and have them buy you a ticket if it matters to you that much. It’s their anniversary party.”

Ramses only sighs. As much as he loves Julia, her parents are a lost cause. Too out of touch for his tastes. He’ll stick to the city, thanks. “Maybe Issac and I should take an anniversary trip one of these days.”

“Dragons know you deserve it.” Cloud clicks her pen, scribbling down a few notes on the report sheet. “I don’t think Alola would be your thing, but Jules and I went to Kalos for our honeymoon and it seems like something you would like.”

“Well, I’ll look into it.” Ramses throws a pokéball at a Rattata scuttling across the tracks. “Is it just me, or are there more of these around than normal?”

She shrugs and crouches back down, mumbling under her breath as she inspects the tracks, writing down a few more notes. “I think we’re good for this section, yeah?”

With a nod, they’re heading further down the tunnel, the sound of their footsteps echoing off of the walls. The familiarity of the scene soothes him, comforts him right down to the marrow of his bones. How many times have they done this, and how many more will they?

They come to a stop at the next checkpoint, the lantern and the clipboard trading hands as Cloud stoops down and shoos away a curious Spinarak.

“Indira’s getting up there in years-” he starts.

“You say that like we aren’t.”

“-who do you think she’ll be promoting? You think she’ll ever retire?” Cloud pauses, face pensive as she speculates an answer. “Personally, I think she’ll go with the twins.”

The thought of those boys being his bosses sends a pang of nostalgia right through his heart. It seems like just yesterday they were toddling around, each hanging onto one of their mother’s legs as they came up from Anville to visit their father during his lunch break.

“Both of ‘em?”

“Honestly? Yeah. You know how much they love the subway, more than she does— which is damn hard to do. We need something new, and two bosses means the lines wouldn’t have to run on such a strict schedule.”

Cloud nods, her hair bouncing. “You’ve got a point. I don’t think they would let her get away with promoting just one of them, either.”

“How do you think Isadore’s gonna take that?”

“Horribly,” she says without a lick of hesitation. “He’s a good kid, just… not her taste for a successor.”

“You think he’ll quit?”

“Nah. He’ll get bent out of shape for a bit, sure, but he’ll stay. I’m sure of it.”

Cloud nods in agreement and stands back up, adjusting the lantern in her grip. “Alright. We’re all good. Time to head back?”

“Sounds perfect.”

…

When she pushes open the door to the employee lounge, Cloud can’t really say she was expecting her former boss to be leaning against the counter, chatting with one of her coworkers and eating the cookies she brought in for Cameron’s birthday. She can’t really say she wasn’t expecting it, though, so she just waves absentmindedly and heads to make herself a cup of coffee.

Pouring herself a cup and mixing in the sugar, Cloud takes a long, slow sip before feeling the sting of a curious pair of eyes on her. 

“Hey, you old hag,” she greets with a mischievous smile.

“Good to see my favorite employee just got bumped down a rank.” Indira grins back, all teeth. “I leave and you go and lose all your manners.”

Cloud pulls her into a hug so tight she hears Indira’s spine pop as she squeezes, alongside Jackie’s amused hum as they watch. Pulling away after a few seconds, Indira’s eyes turn back to the counter.

“Ooh, the boys finally replaced that old hunk of junk?”

She snorts, in awe of the audacity of this woman. “It’s not like you did anything about it. How many agents retired cursing that old thing on their way out?”

“I had bigger Magikarp to fry when I was in the captain's cabin! The things I sacrificed so my successors could have a long and prosperous career.” Indira shakes her head. “And if I had to guess, probably around six.”

Sinking down into a chair, Indira props her feet up on the table and Cloud joins her, staring down into her mug. 

“How’s retirement treating you?”

“Oh, it's lovely! Just came back from Johto— you ever see the Sprout Tower? Lovely place. Liepard had the time of his life playing with the Bellsprout.” She twirls a lock of gray-streaked hair around her finger. “What about you? Anything new?”

“Trust me, never a dull moment,” a lazy voice comments, and Cloud doesn’t even flinch. After so many years, you get used to it.

Indira cackles. “You still workin’ like a dog, Jacks?”

“If nobody else will, it falls to me.” They jerk a thumb towards Cloud. “She and Ramses have been slacking lately.”

“Have they now?”

“When you’ve been here as long as we have, you learn to let the young ones do all the hard stuff,” Rames tuts. “Someone’s gotta know how to do it when we’re gone.”

Jackie shrugs and breezes out of the break room with a salute.

“Ramses! My love, how have you been?” She claps her hands together excitedly. “You and Issac just got back from Kalos, didn’t you?”

“We did!” His face falls the slightest bit as he scratches at his cheek awkwardly. “He caught a Flabébé that I think he loves more than me.”

“Don’t feel bad. Jules did the same to me with the Meowth she got in Alola a few years back.” She cringes, thinking of all the ties she’d lost to its claws. 

“And that, my friends, is why I’m still a bachelorette.”

“You’re not allowed to be in here.”

All three of their heads snap over to the door, where Isadore is standing, arms crossed and tapping his foot.

Indira beams, shooting up out of her seat. “Hey hey hey, Dori! How’s life been treating you?”

“Please don’t call me that.” Isadore pinches the bridge of his nose. “Acting familiar with me won’t change the fact that you’re not allowed to be here. Please leave.”

She flaps her hand dismissively and pulls a card out of her pocket, frisbeeing it his way. He catches it mid-air and examines it with a frown.

“This ID is expired.”

“So?

Isadore huffs again and marches over to the table, grabbing Indira by the elbow, dragging her towards the door.

“We’ve gotta do dinner sometime, you two!” she calls over her shoulder as Isadore shoves her out into the station. “Bring Jules and Issac too, I haven’t seen them in ages!”

“Give us a date, time and place and we’ll be there!” Ramses chortles as he waves her off.

As soon as Isadore lets her go, Indira’s sprinting through the station, catapulting herself over a turnstyle. “Full steam ahead!”

Ramses strokes at his beard. “I don’t know how she does it.”

“Me neither.” Cloud shudders. “My knees hurt just looking at her.”

[tacroyy]

official first day of school

~the state of public education in the us is shiiiiiiiiiiiiit~

boy, im really trying not to use identifying details here, but i am having a hard time not to describing in excruciating play by play the ABSOLUTE bullshit the district handed down this week. to simplify, we have to teach a class that we shouldn’t be teaching (bc we are not licensed in the area) and that we aren’t being paid for, AND—none of that is new news, but THIS is—we are (the district is) lying to the state about it—they edited our official reporting system to delete the class, but we are still being asked to send kids to other locations/teachers when they’re supposed to be in our custody. so we don’t have ACCURATE CHAIN OF CUSTODY. what the FUCK. now don’t worry, the appropriate agencies/authorities Have Been Contacted, grievances have been Extremely filed, etc., but like. what an utterly wild and irresponsible and unsafe and insulting and demeaning thing to try to do and expect to get away with it.

so that was hanging over the first day of school. i ended up with 32 kids in my core class (pending new students, of which there are generally an average of three for year, and also—i am not bragging, i am just saying this bc it constantly happens—i am a great teacher, or at least kids who dont like school really tend to like me, so i often get kids transferred into my class) and it wouldn't be too bad except there are a number of them who need like, every bit of attention i have 95% of the time or shit will go down. so day one there was some shit, which is fine, its not their fault (its the fucking system), it just really sucks ass to have such a difficult educational environment so fast. my two smaller classes (20 and 24) are delights! my three larger classes (28 and 32) are More Difficult. (you would think we could even that out, wouldnt you. dont get me started.) it's entirely the size, it really is. its not kids fault bc, developmentally, their brains are SO activated by the shit their peers are doing and so NOT activated by the shit their teachers/adults are doing. so basically you have the peanuts teacher except its the NEUROLOGICAL, DEVELOPMENTAL TRUTH. which is why we need small class sizes, interest-based and project-based learning and training on this, prep and meeting time, and... i mean, i can't start listing what we need because i would never stop.

good things that happened: a kid came in just to make sure id kept his amongus artwork up (i obviously had), they continued to be amazingly helpful to each other ("heres a pencil!" "theres a seat over there!" "how the fuck do you not know where the lunchroom is! no i was kidding its fine let me show you"), a ten and a half year old defined and explained gdp perfectly to the utter bamboozlement of everyone else at his table group, i was asked who i mained in mario kart (botw link) and then i also added that my wife mains tanooki mario and they were Actually Impressed and had No Arguments about it (i cannot express to you how hard it is to Actually Impress a middle schooler into having No Arguments), a kid who i had to Talk To In The Hallway managed to get the closest guess on a difficult thing and Bounced Back, we are already getting into linguistic colonialism, and i got to see SO many kids from last year that i missed SO much and teach so many of them too!!! also i think i maybe know what im doing in most of my classes tomorrow. miracle.

[perpetually-sad-but-its-fine]

chicago pd 10x10

TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE/SEXUAL ASSULT. ITS NOT AT ALL MENTIONED IN THIS REVIEW BUT IS VERY MUCH PRESENT IN THE EPISODE. PLEASE PROCEED CAREFULLY

alright

this is a nice start

poor torres looks so lost

what in the actual hell is this story tho

adam checking up on torres is peak big brother behavior

‘how’re you getting home, man? i drove you’

‘uh, there's a thing called uber’

we love torres for that

adam and dante are now besties

im sorry

but i don't make the rules

adam coaching torres is great

i love it

adam further proving that bob ruzek was a shit father is great

we love bob ruzek slander here

oh yay

a call

can't wait to see how this goes

i don't have a good feeling about this

at all

im scared

irrelevant but adam and dante make a good team

watch it be only for this episode and it never happens again

oh shit

what's happening

oh no

ohhhhh noooooo

these poor people

aw dante being so considerate

he’s so kind

i love him

oh this poor poor woman

its not even five minutes in

and im crying

DANTES SO SWEET

SOO SWEETTTT

why can't we ever have a break

oh hailey looks GOOD

god i hate this so much

kim looks *mwah*

KEVINS STYLE

jesus christ im just thirsting over all of them

adam and danteeeee

danteee and kevinnnnn

i don't like this guy

this detective is a dick

i do not like him at all

like

youre worried about solving enough cases to keep your record up

instead of the victims

I DONT LIKE HIM

dante

im in love with you

I DO NOT LIKE THIS DETECTIVE

i wanna stab him

this is fun

i never understand how they can read the license plates from so far away

only thing I can see his blurred blobs

how do they do it

OH MY GOD DANTE SAVED ADAMS LIFE

holy fucking shit

oh no

this keeps getting worse and worse

i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it

no no no no no no no no

come on

oh

guess detective dick is atucally useful

holy fucking shit

nope

still a dick

oh no

detective dickwad

i hate you

with everything I got

like

jump off a fucking cliff

poor dante

guys still a newbie

and dealing with all this bs

dante works so well with all of them

i love it

detective dick is back

i wanna kill you

i also don't believe you

youre dick face

hes getting rid of dante cuz he did something

i know it

oh i wanna see how this goes

dante hurry it up

come on

i don't want detective dick to come back

i don't believe his statement

at all

detective dick threatened him

i know it

dante would be a great detective

i want him to be one

FUCKING DETECTIVE DICK

ILL KILL YOU

I WANT TO CARVE HIS EYES OUT

ILL DO IT

dante looks like hes about punch him

i don't blame him

also

i love the way Kev says ‘chicago pd’ before slamming the door

YES

MY BABY

DANTE YOURE SO GOOD

YOURE FUCKING PERFECT

AND DETECTIVE DICK

DONT EVEN LOOK AT MY BABY

shut the fuck up asshole

nobody likes you

trudyyyy

YES 

TRUDY AND DANTEEE

I LOVE TO SEE ITTTT

god

i love how everyones looking out for torres

hes the baby of the unit

and everyones taking care of him

you don't understand

I LOVE IT

this interrogation is interesting

im curious to see where it goes

kev looking at torres

hes concerned for his baby brother

GET OUT OF THE WAY DETECTIVE DICK

HE WOULD HAVE ANSWERED

YOU FUCKIN IDIOT

WHATS WRONG WITH YOU

COME ON

kevvv

my sweet baby

please

i love you so much

take care of torres

shut the fuck up man

this is your fault

torres

what're you going to do

adam and torres

again

i love my babies

what did he find

oop

what's gonna happen

please adam

support him

plEASE

LISTEN TO HIMM

oh no

come on

chicago pd writers

the fuck are you doing

please don't destroy their potential friendship 

i need this more than you understand

where's this going

thank you adam

YES

‘before WE doing anything at all’

I LOVE THEIR PARTNERSHIP

poor larry

dudes just trying to do his job

and then ruzek comes along

i wanna know what happenssss

adam

just play the goddamn video

lets seeeeee

fucking detective dick

i hope you rot in hell

ooooo

the witnessss

we’re backkkkk

oh this poor guy

FUCKS SAKE

I KNEW IT

detective dick

i will MURDER you

i feel so bad for alex

this guy didn't ask for any of this

AGHHHHHH

I DONT LIKE THIS

I WANT TO K I L L HIM

oh how's this gonna go

god i don't like either of these options

IM GONNA CRY

adam and dante heart to heart

we love to see it

how're they gonna explain this to voight

real smart ruzek

voight humouring them is great

he knows what's happening

and he doesn't want to question it

we love it

oh mY GOD

THIS IS REALLY

oH MY GOD

whAT

i lowkey want voight to find out about what's happening

he’ll somehow make this better and worse

we’ll see

EVERYTIME I SEE HAILEY I DROOL AND THEN I CRY FOR HER

oh no

NOOOOOO

COME ONNNN

ITS HAPPENING AGAIN

THAT POOR WOMAN

hailey looks great

detective dick is gonna do something stupid, isn't he?

he will

i can feel it

i'll slap him

TORRES

SAVE THE DAY

PLEASE

if detective dick ruins this, ill riot

i will

NO

I CANT HANDLE THIS

PLEASE

I WANT THIS TO BE OVER

dick

don't ruin this

torres wait

he might have a better idea

comE ON

TORRES

oh this actually worked

maybe i don't hate you as much anymore dick

maybe you aren't terrible

i change my min

you are extremely terrible

OOP

FIGHT

FIGHT

FIGHTTTT

TORRES

BEAT HIS ASS

YOU COME NEAR MY BABY

I WILL MAKE YOU BEG AND SCREAM FOR MERCY

voight

do something

bro

torres

youre awakening something in me

thaT VOICe

AGH

OH MY GOD

PLEASE

‘this is why i became a cop’

sir please

im not strong enough

voight looks so proud

ruzek and torres

again

in a bar

oh no

poor dante

im so sorry

ugh

i hate detective dick

with every fiber of my being

oh no

‘i just became apart of the blue wall’

oh poor poor dante

adam doing his best

hes so nic

trying to advise dante 

god I miss season one Adam

he was so innocent and carefree

and now look at him

trying to convince the newbie that everything's okay

god

im not strong enough for the next episode

im really not

[runicsorceress]

Bzzt! Rune put me in charge of the blog for the time being to answer some questions. Though first, we need organization! Everyone shall be given colours as to not make things too confusing, and I will be transcribing best as i can for those who cannot type. There's only so much I can do to convey tone though. Now everyone, tell them a bit about yourselves! (In chronological order please, bzzt.)

hi! im li wait why am i red i dont like red i dont have any red on me Because you're fire type bzzt! It seemed the best fit with what we have. Now please, back to the intro but theres pruple. why does pebble get purple and not me? Purple, and thats because of the limited colours, bzzt. Red doesnt fit anyone else, especially not Pebble. fiiiiiiinee im littie and im rune's best friend. i found her as a kid and weave been friends ever since

Bzzt, my name is Bolt. I am an officially licensed Service/Therapy Rotom. The Akiyamas got me for Rune around two years back to assist her, mentally. Now, I assist her in battles too, although I'm not particularly good at them.

Makoto, It's your turn now. Ok. I'm Makoto, a Cofagrigus. Do you want to say anything else, bzzt? No, I want to get back to my book.

Hey! I'm Pebble. I joined Rune recently and I really like fighting with her, (They mean Pokémon battling alongside her. Rune isn't fighting her Pokémon, don't worry.) It's really fun! We're gonna be champions! And because of her I met Connie!

Um... Do I have to do this? What do I even say here? Bzzt! Just them about yourself. Start with your name and species alright? Okay... I'm Oran and I'm Rune's Frillish. Uh, she caught me to help with a gym. I guess I did well cus I'm still a part of her team...

Hiya, I'm Four, er, Connie! Four was my old name, before Rune. I'm really new and I don't battle or anything, I'm just happy to be here! It's much more fun.

Well, bzzt, that concludes our intros! if yoforgetting about someone, zappy? Please don't take the phone. If you want to join us however, you can. I will edit your text to green and indent your hmph "want to join?" u cant just leave me out of this im a part of the team too Really? You're staying? Since when!? a couple days. those two liked me too much the girl had to keep me Yay! you didnt know? Yay! This is gonna be so fun! So noisy, maybe. When are we done with this thing? Please everyone, one at a time. Remember, this is our introductions. So, what is your name, bzzt? don't have one, don't need one. no one's gonna forget me anyway, just look at me! (She's likely referring to her being a Shiny Misdreavus. Ps, that's the reason her text is green bzzt!) you dont need to add extra stuff to my sentence, zappy. Bzzt, can I at least choose a new nickname? nope. >:)

Alright, that officially concludes our introductions! If you have any questions to ask them. There's also an Ask Game if you would like to ask us questions from there, bzzt. Apologies for the delays, someone took a while to get ready. You could have simply done it without me.

[shotorozu]

hellooo,, i saw another tiktok video(and since ur like the elite on writing this type of reqs im requesting to you aha) https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJYsk4CY/ for shoto, kaminari and monoma (if u write for him) ty 💕

‘bae lol’

(the greenscreen heart, then kiss tiktok trend)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, monoma neito (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] for monoma reader’s a part of class 1-A, they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

headcanon type : fluff (x reader)

note(s) : oh, i absolutely love AND hate this trend, it’s mostly bc im single though :,) not like i can get a partner in the pandemic. anyways! i love your thinking, anon <3 also no proofread bc its like,, 2am here </3 will edit later!

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todoroki shouto

he’s very aware of your tiktok antics, but out of all of the ones you’ve pulled on him, and asked him to do

he loves this one the most.

because shouto doesn’t have to get the lights scared out of him, and it doesn’t have a chance in ending terribly.

you brisk towards your room, knowing that shouto rests inside— “shou!” you call out to him, and he tilts his head up

“Y/N, tell me it’s not—”

“no, i swear!” you drop next to him on the bed, and you play the video. “this would be fun to do, right?”

he doesn’t say anything at first, but he definitely wants to do it, judging by the fact that he’s replaying the tiktok over and over again.

abruptly standing up, he tugs at your wrist “let’s do it.” he says with determination hinted in his voice

you’d think that he’d get the hang of doing tiktoks because of you but LMAO NO— the greenscreen failed you both multiple times in a span of 40 minutes.

the first take, the heart was blurry, the second take, the kiss was captured seconds before the kiss, and the third take— your phone fell 💀

plus, his movements were a little stiff the first few times, but after the third try— he definitely got the hang of it.

and,, he doesn’t understand tiktok effects, not even the slightest.

on the brighter note, he has more excuses to kiss you so,, it’s a win for him! he won’t get sick of doing any retakes :))

you knew the moment he focused on making the perfect heart, as he firmly pulled you close to kiss you

that, would be the perfect shot there. he almost forgot that there was a camera recording

shouto is seen replaying the filmed tiktok over and over again— and it might’ve looked odd to anyone else

but not to you, definitely. for you, it’s the norm to see him like that.

“do more trends where i could kiss you more.” he pecks you on the lips, before he leaves you be temporarily only to edit the tiktok, ofc

the tiktok itself blows up by a ton, gathering 2M likes, and 5M views, in a surprising amount of time, and you didn’t even notice how he placed his hand on your hip

until the comments pointed it out to him. which shouto replies with “i always do that. you just didn’t seem to notice.” it’s fine bc you do now

the comments consisted of “where can i find a guy like this 💔” “haha that’s so cool *blocks*” “okay but we sEE THOSE HANDS 👀”

nonetheless— please do more trends like that with him. don’t be afraid!

shouto rates the entire ordeal a ♾/10. can and will do it again. oh— and he saves his home and lockscreen as the final outcome from the tiktok. he did a screenshot it, and decides to keep it like that for a very long time

kaminari denki

again— this man is ALWAYS on tiktok, so he’s aware of most of the trends there. but that doesn’t make them any less scarier

but oh wow, he loves this trend. denki was just praying that you’d see it— and ask him to do it with you.

he was grateful that luck was on his side, since he was ecstatic when you skipped over to him— asking him to do a tiktok trend

“oh, what tiktok trend? wait— please tell me it doesn’t involve me breaking up with you for a week so you could listen to drivers licenses—”

“what? no— let me show you” and when you showed him the tiktok, he showed you this cheeky little smirk

“let’s do it! the sooner the better!” he says, and he seems more excited that you 💀

denki’s so enthusiastic, to the point that the first few takes are a total fail— as he makes you fall over your feet, as the result of quickly pulling you onto him for a kiss.

“denki— one of these days, you’re going to shatter my face”

“sorry, sorry!” he grins sheepishly. and it’s a miracle that he didn’t accidentally short circuit!

you guys try again, still persistent in getting at least a decent video, and this time— when he yanked you, causing you almost slip

he tightened his hold on you, a hand pressed against the small of your back and another hand dangerously close to your bank

the kiss is eager, passionate— and he holds you like you’re on the verge of death

and this flusters you because MAMDKWDK what happened to the goofiness 💀 i suppose that’s what happens when you have an eager denki kaminari.

you upload the video, thinking it would only get 5 likes at the very most— but it exceeds your expectations

though most people couldn’t get a clear view of your relationship dynamic with him, denki’s enthusiasm did attract the attention of 2.8M people

and in a good way, because the video did get 800k likes

the comments consisted of “when he caught you when you almost fell :,)” “damn he was EXCITED” “hey, have you told us where you got your boyfriend? i need the link to find someone like him NOW‼️‼️”

the bakusquad fawned over the video weirdly, but it quickly gets overplayed by denki— since that’s all he watched for a week or so 💀

monoma neito

bruh </3 as much as he loves you, you’re going to kill him with pranks one of these days.

he’s totally in on it if HE’S not the one being targeted, but most of the time,, neito’s the subject of your pranks

so he thinks it’s another silly prank, where you make him pick a number between 1-5 and ghost him for that many hours.

but when you show him the video one day, when you guys were chilling in your room— as per usual, he declined :,)

“sorry dear Y/N! but no. that’s my answer”

“but whyyy?? it’s so harmless!”

“the class is going to tease me for being a part with a silly tiktok like that.” and besides,, he’d be a hypocrite for participating in that kind of tiktok with someone from class 1-A.

in reality, he did want to do it. he wasn’t so sure on why he said no— but he does want to show that something so easy isn’t really a bother to him.

“oh- don’t be so sad about it! you know what?” he gently pulls you up, “let’s do it. i don’t care what those silly class 1-A kids will say anymore.”

“what? i thought you said you didn’t want to.”

“have you ever heard of a lie?” he clicks his tongue, but he’s glad that you’re feeling much better than you did 10 seconds ago.

when it comes to it, he’s actually really shy about it. not like a ‘i don’t want to be seen with you!’ more like ‘gosh, how many takes is this going to take? will i be able to kiss them properly?’

“what if i end up accidentally copying their quirk? neito— focus, damnit.” he thinks to himself, brushing the anxious feeling away.

he’s determined enough to stay focused— but man struggled a bit with cooperating with the heart shape.

“neito— not that heart!” “well, you said to make a heart, so i did!”

it takes a few tries for the greenscreen to cooperate, and for you guys to get in sync

and when he finally has to kiss you, he grins at you— a very obvious blush adorning his cheeks, as he smashes his lips with yours

then he remembers that he actually has to break free from you— and forces you guys apart, still trying to play it cool

“wow! i look awesome. only i could kiss you like that, right? i don’t need an answer, because i know it’s true!” he says with that proud laugh of his, but it immediately dissipates after the second replay

neito leaves you be, not only for you to upload the tiktok— but also because he needs to THINK WHAT JUST HAPPENED he’s running laps in his mind rn

you upload the tiktok, not worrying too much about it— as you wanted to let it sit for a while, before checking up on it

however— when you open your phone again, you get bombarded with multiple text messages from kendou, and the other class 1-b students.

“you and monoma went viral!” is what you can sum up about most of the messages, and you have to see for youself— wanting to know if the tiktok really did get 800k likes and 1.9M views in a short amount of time.

spoilers ‼️ — it did

the comments were mostly like “why can i smell the dynamic from a mile away 💔 i want that.” “he’s definitely annoying to everyone but you” “sHEESH the way he smirked before he kissed you 😩✋‼️‼️😔”

monoma flexes on a daily that he did that to your class— but he HATES how class 1-b wrecks havoc on him, by teasing him

in short— he does prefer this more than being scared. and! he didn’t have to verbally ask you for kisses 💀

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do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, or use my works for audio readings without permission

[eternallyhyucks]

talk too much | kim sunoo

requested by: anon <3

pairing: long distance bf! sunoo x fem! reader (ft. jay)

word count: 617

genre/warnings: none, fluff

summary: in which sunoo meets his long distance gf after 6 months of being together!!

𖤐 ྀ

ten minutes.

there were ten more minutes until sunoo would be able to see his 6 month long girlfriend as a real figure in front of his eyes instead of through a screen.

“sunoo you’ve been pacing up and down this aisle for 15 minutes, please just sit down, y/n isnt gonna magically appear early, her flight hasnt even landed yet” said jay, his friend who was starting to regret accompanying sunoo today

“im sorry!! im just too excited to sit down and hey what if she randomly popped up behind me or something” sunoo said smiling

as if she was waiting for him to say this, y/n casually walked up to the two friends and stood behind where sunoo was standing and tapped him on the shoulder. “hi i was wondering if you knew a kim sunoo? i was told someone was looking for him🤔”

sunoo turned around and faced y/n. “yes that’s- OH MY GOD Y/N” wide-eyed, he immediately embraced her in a hug. “i cant believe im hugging you right now” he said closing his eyes. “i know!! did you know that you’re a great hugger, sunoo” you say hugging him even tighter

sunoo was about to reply when jay tapped him on the shoulder. “uhh i feel awkward just standing here, can i go wait outside”

“jay you did not have to ruin the moment”

“IM SORRY IT WAS JUST WEIRD SEEING YOU GUYS ALL UP ON EACH OTHER OKAY!! to be fair, i half thought you made her up”

“WHY WOULD I MAKE HER UP” sunoo said trying to act mad

“it’s because i am made up😱” you say to jay

“oh my god, kim sunoo, i knew it” he said laughing

“im not liking how close you two are already getting, lets go back to the car” sunoo said lightly pushing jay in front of him as he intertwined his fingers with y/n

once the three of them had settled into the car, sunoo turned to face y/n and said “jay got his license when he was in america, so i dont know why i trusted him to drive us, but it’s okay with you right??”

“sunoo, it’s fine, you worry too much. im doing just fine, i promise” you say smiling

“he also talks too much” jay added

“shut up jay!! anyways y/n are you sure because i dont want you to feel uncomfortable or-“ you cut him off by kissing him before his went on rambling for the rest of eternity

“sunoo” you say pulling away, “i told you i am perfectly fine”

“should i ramble again so you can cut me off again” he said smiling

“you dont have to ramble for me to do that loser” you say

as the two of you went in for a second kiss, jay turned back and yelled “EW GUYS WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY CAR”

“JAY STOP RUINING OUR MOMENTS TOGETHER”

“FINE JUST STOP DOING WHATEVER THAT IS PLEASE I AM BEGGING”

“turn around for one second”

“i will, but sunoo you’re coming to the passenger seat right after. i refuse to not know whats happening in the backseat of MY car”

“FINE JUST TURN AROUND”

as soon as jay turned, sunoo and y/n gave each other a quick peck on the lips and sunoo got out from the back and moved to the passenger seat. “you happy now, jay?”

“yes i am. but welcome y/n, im glad sunoo will shut up about meeting you now!!”

“im glad he’ll shut up as well, he does talk a lot” you say laughing

“im still not here for this bonding moment you two are having again”

“well get used it, sunoo😇”

©eternallyhyucks

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[wienerbarnes]

Italian Heart

Pairing: Bucky x Italian!MobBoss!Reader

Word Count: 4,867

Warnings: canon level violence, possible inaccurate italian slang lol

A/N: ive been watching a lot of the sopranos lately and i feel like ive never seen a bucky x mob boss reader au (ive only rlly seen em where buckys the mob boss. if there are ones where reader is the mob boss PLS SEND EM TO ME I BEG) a lot of the slang and mob stuff here is from sopranos bc... im not in the fucking mafia so forgive me anyway enjoy :)<3

MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky’s never seen a woman quite like yourself.

Dressed in expensive satin and jewelry that hangs between your breasts, an angry look on your face at the fact you’re sitting before him and Sam in an interrogation room in the tower. Freshly done nails, clean and crisp lipstick, spicy perfume, and an expression of annoyance.

As put together as you look, you don’t look like someone to be fucked with. Which, he supposes is good for a mobster; the Boss of Newark.

Looking at you, though, he’d never thought you to be such a figure of intimidation. While the mafia is still alive, despite how the media tries to deny this, he always pictured an old Italian man that chain smokes cigars. He doesn’t think he’s too far off, to his credit; he can smell the remnants of smoke on you.

“Mind if we make this fast? My cousin’s comin’ for dinner and I was gonna make ziti.” You huff, crossing your legs under the table.

“Sounds delicious. Sorry for dragging you all the way out here.” Sam says, a calm look on his face even though he’s well aware of what you’re capable of.

When hunting down the last traces of the super soldier serum, he never thought Nick Fury himself would suggest getting in touch with you. He didn’t think it was worth the time to question how the two of you knew each other.

Theft. Drugs. Murder. Bribery. The list goes on, and there’s not a single thing that ties you to any of it.

A shrug of your shoulders, “So, what exactly is this about?” You ask.

“What is it that you do for a living?” Sam asks.

“I work in waste management.” You respond, a rehearsed answer.

Not exactly a lie, the environmental facility you manage is one of hundreds of covers used by your crew for your crimes. Environmental facilities, deli shops, strip clubs, auto shops. There isn’t a business in Jersey you aren’t tied to.

“Waste management? Like, garbage disposal?” Bucky asks, knowing exactly what it is you do for work.

You smirk, “Yeah, we dispose of garbage sometimes. What’s that got to do with me being here?”

“It’s to my understanding that you’re in the business of… buying and selling things. You and… the people you hang around got a real knack for it.” Sam tells you.

Bucky holds back a roll of his eyes. More like stealing and selling. Expensive Italian suits, antique watches, cars, electronics, illegal cigars. Who knows what else.

“I don’t know where you heard that… but I’m a popular gal, maybe I know a guy who might know a guy. What are you lookin’ for?” You ask.

You know this game, after being in the mob for so long. After being a part of your own crew for years, your patience and hard work paid off, working your way up to a captain and finally a boss. It didn’t take you long to learn in this business that government officials are jokes. Always wanting to bust my balls and then come crying to my corner for help, it’s a bunch of ugatz.

“Serums.” Bucky finally speaks.

A laugh escapes you, “What, like vitamin C?” You teasingly smirk at him.

His chair makes a loud sound in the small room as he pushes it back harshly and stands, resting his hands on the table in between the two of you. You don’t flinch.

“Enough with the bullshit. Super serums. To create super soldiers. We need to get them before they end up in the wrong hands and make a big ass mess.” He snaps at you, but you don’t seem phased in the slightest. In fact, you seem rather amused.

“You must have a lot of agita with all that anger, Sergeant Barnes.”

He doesn’t hold back this time and rolls his eyes before you speak up again, “Your first name is James, isn’t it? Ain’t that Italian?”

“No, it’s English. Or Scottish. Or Jewish - I don’t know, who cares? Are you gonna help us or not?” Bucky takes his seat again, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest.

“What’s in it for me?” You ask, leaning back in your chair.

“Not being arrested for all the shit we know you’re caught up in.” Sam offers.

You roll your own eyes this time, “I’ll take my chances. Thanks for wasting my time, boys, don’t let it happen again.” You stand, prepared to make your way back to the train station to go back to Jersey.

“Wait,” Sam stops you, “What is it that you want?”

You smile innocently and take your seat again, taking a minute to think before answering, “My little sister’s a big fan of yours. I’m sure she and all her friends would think it’s cool if you showed up to her prom as her date.” You wink at Sam.

Silence fills the room as the men think about your request.

“You’re gonna do it, right?” Bucky looks over at him and sees Sam rubbing the crease in between his eyes. He was expecting you to ask for immunity, protection, money, guns. But after hearing your request, he supposes you have enough of all that stuff anyway.

“Man -” Sam begins to refuse.

“Sam, it’s a fucking school dance in exchange for some of the most powerful and sought after serums on the planet - go to the fucking prom.” He tells him, eyebrows scrunching in confusion as to how he would hesitate on something so simple.

“She’s eighteen, so you won’t have any problems with the media or none of that.” You add, the information not really making Sam feel any better.

“Alright, alright, fine. I’ll go to the dance with your sister if you help us get these serums.”

You smile, happy to have done business with the two men, “What information do ya got for me?”

…

Bucky and Sam wait outside a back room in the facility you own. They passed the garbage trucks parked neatly outside, but could hear your screaming and the smell of Cuban cigars as soon as they entered the building.

She’s with a customer, they were told, by someone in your crew, them meeting Bucky’s expectations for mobsters more than you did. None of them ask any questions, but Bucky and Sam aren’t stupid, they’re sure your crew is aware of what’s going on and know the exact reason they’re there.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that? The Bible says, Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit -”

“You listen to me, you take your Bible and your quotations book and shove it up your fat fucking ass! Now get the fuck out of my face!”

Bucky can’t help but scoff listening to you scream at whoever’s inside. Sam elbows him, silently telling him that now isn’t the time to find your work funny, especially not in front of the rest of your crew.

Bucky knows he’s old-fashioned, and while things that were taboo such as body modifications or certain fashion styles don’t phase him anymore, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to hearing a woman talk like that. He doesn’t think he’s ever even heard anybody talk like you do.

Suddenly a man bursts out of the room, huffing and puffing, and you walk slowly behind him, as if to make sure he makes it outside okay.

“Grab his plate for me, will you?” You say not to anyone in particular, voice smooth and calm as if you hadn’t been yelling and threatening that man’s life for the past twenty minutes.

One of the men from your crew follows outside, seemingly to collect the license plate of the man who just left.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to that guy, right?” Sam asks as he and Bucky enter the room, taking a seat in front of the desk you have in there. He knows there’s no point in asking, that you’ll do whatever you want regardless because it’s obvious you’re passionate about receiving respect, but it was worth a shot.

“Is that what you came all the way to Jersey to ask me? Christ, I’m fuckin’ starving, you boys want anything to eat?” You ask, accent heavy as you reach into the side drawer of your desk and pull out what seems to be some kind of meat wrapped in paper.

“Gabagool?” You offer to them, picking out a slice for yourself and placing it in your mouth.

“Gesundheit.” Sam responds.

“It’s pork, you asshole.”

Bucky silently reaches over and picks off a slice of the cured cold cut, putting the meat in his mouth and savoring the flavor. While he can’t stand the way you make a living or the sailor’s mouth you have, he loves Italian food, and actually chose a neighborhood in New York that has plenty of traditional cold cut markets and restaurants to live in in order to fulfill his cravings.

“There’s a big party staged downtown this weekend, we think that’s when the drop is going to happen.” Sam tells you, bringing the focus to their reason for coming here in the first place.

“I’ll send one of my boys.” You reply in between your chews.

“That wasn’t the deal. The deal was you get the serums.” Bucky speaks up.

“Buck, you know how many people want her dead?” Sam tries to reason.

“What the fuck do I have a crew for then? - No, if pretty boy wants me to do it myself, then I will. The same people that want my head are the same fucks who are terrified to be within twenty feet of me in fear they’ll make eye contact. I’m not scared of nothin’.” You say, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

“What did you guys come here to talk about?” You ask.

Sam looks confused at your expression, “...To go over the plan? Hash out details? So you know how everything’s gonna go?”

“I’ll be fine; I’ve seen The Godfather once or twice,” You tell him, wrapping up the cappo, after Bucky picks off one last slice, and replacing it in the drawer, “Don’t worry Captain, this ain’t my first rodeo. I’ll get the serums for you.” You open a different drawer and pull out a cigar and a lighter.

Bucky watches as you place the large cigar in between your red-painted lips, bringing the flame of your lighter to the end and hollowing your cheeks until smoke exits from the corner of your mouth. Bucky feels blood travel south as his eyes glaze over your hand grab the cigar out of your mouth and blow out a long string of smoke.

“I guess we’ll be in touch then,” Sam stands and Bucky follows after.

“My sister’s wearing blue, so find yourself a nice tie.” You call out, lifting your feet up to cross them on the desk, dress rising and showing your legs.

Bucky blushes, and then laughs as he exits when he hears you, in a deep and more exaggerated accent than your own, “Just when I thought I was out… they pull me back in!”

…

The morning of the party, Sam and Bucky pick you up from your house, planning to take you into New York to discuss final details before tonight.

You get in the passenger seat, Sam offering it to you and climbing in the backseat. As Bucky begins to drive off, your phone rings.

“I told you to leave that.” Bucky says, telling you explicitly to leave electronics here to prevent anyone finding out where you are, and also to avoid any distractions.

“Wanted to see what you’d about it, Sarge,” You wink at him, pulling out a flip phone and answering the call.

“Yeah… Uh huh… He what? Are you fucking kidding me?... Alright… Tell him not to move a fucking muscle.” You hang up, slamming the phone closed.

“Stop at the facility for a sec, I gotta take care of something.” Bucky sighs and turns away from the route to head to your facility.

“Bucky’s going to be going with you tonight, by the way, he’ll be in disguise. Just in case anything goes wrong.” Sam tells you, not really caring anymore about having to make a stop for you to take care of whatever business you need to take care of.

Your only response is a hum as Bucky can feel the anger radiating off your now tense body.

You slam the car door shut as Bucky parks behind a garbage truck outside, not even waiting for him to fully put the car in park before you exit.

Him and Sam follow quickly behind you to see what’s going on. You enter through a side door that leads to a large room, a garage for the trucks, Bucky assumes.

There’s a large truck inside, and racks of suits wrapped in plastic scattered around. A younger man stands near the truck as your crew peruses around the racks, he couldn’t be older than twenty-five years old. Your heels click on the ground as you approach, slowing down as you glance between the suits and the young man. Bucky and Sam hang around a few feet behind your trail.

You stop, fuming, staring at the man before you speak, “You wanna tell me what the fuck happened?”

“I -” He begins, but you cut him off, raising an open hand at him.

“Actually, I don’t even want to hear your fucking voice right now. Because if what I heard you did is true; if what you did to Vinny’s guy is true, you’re gonna be a fuck load of trouble.”

“Can I -”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“But -”

“I said shut the fuck up, Christopher! What part of that don’t you understand?” You yell, and even Bucky feels intimidated.

You turn to your crew, “What the fuck happened.” You demand, more than ask.

“Kid says he tried to take the truck, Vinny’s guy had a gun that fell outta the seat, went off, shot him.” One of the men summarizes, not looking up from the rack of suits.

You raise a manicured hand to pinch between your eyes, “You keep me skinny, Christopher, with all the fucking stress you cause me.”

“Would you let me explain?” He tries.

“If you don’t do as I told you and shut your fucking mouth, you’re gonna be buried with two assholes,” You threaten before continuing.

“They were fuckin’ suits! All you had to do was take the truck! How did you fuck that up -” You stop yourself and sigh, attempting to calm yourself down.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna take all this shit, you’re gonna take it back to Vinny, and you’re gonna tell him what happened yourself.” You finish.

“Marone!” He exclaims, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Enough with the theatrics! You’re lucky I don’t put a bullet in your ass! Now, I don’t see you grabbing that rack and that rack and that rack and putting it back in the truck!” You wave your arms around the room.

The kid sighs and begins grabbing the racks one by one and rolling them back in the truck.

“Would it be such a shame if they all went back?” An older man from your crew asks, already wearing one of the expensive suits. You scoff and laugh.

“Bucky, pick yourself somethin’ nice for tonight,'' You turn to face him, and he jumps at the sound of your now calmer voice being directed at him, as opposed to the harsh one used on Christopher, “On me.” You wink.

...

Sam and Bucky sit on the bed and watch as you get ready. A small apartment near the party that’s already been swept for bugs. A favor, you called it, from someone you know.

They don’t question it.

“You and Bucky will go in together and I’ll be waiting at a secondary location watching and listening to everything.”

Bucky can’t tear his eyes away from your dress. A mermaid dress, he thinks it is, black and tight and hugging you in all the right places, curving around your ass and sleeveless at the top, allowing you to show off a nice necklace and your cleavage. It’s an understatement to say that he’ll enjoy accompanying you tonight, even if it’s in a costume.

His mother probably would’ve loved it if he would’ve gotten with someone like you. Someone who loves their family, a spitfire that wouldn’t take any of his shit, and whose god damn gorgeous. She might’ve had to wash your mouth out with soap, though.

“So, why is Bucky goin’ again?”

“Safety.” Bucky answers.

“Is he going for my safety or am I going for his?” You tease, finishing the last few curls of your hair, smoke coming from the iron after each time you pull your hair away from it.

“Once you find our guy, get talking with him and see if you can get him to make you an offer,” He begins.

“One I can’t refuse?”

“Then, you’ll try and get him alone, see if he’ll show you the serums, and once you do, we’ll be taking care of the rest.” Sam finishes explaining.

Bucky plucks a box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a pair of diamond earrings. One, a camera, and the other, a microphone. You’re also given a comm to hide in your ear so both him and Sam can hear everything and you can hear them.

“Easy - peasy.” You respond.

The ballroom is lively, loud music and people everywhere, and Bucky attunes all the action overwhelming him to a sweat and not that fact that you’re pressed up against him, his arm wrapped around your waist.

About a hundred different people come up to greet you, asking about your family, offering you drinks and food. Bucky can see right through all of them though; they’re all putting on the act out of fear. Everyone’s attention is on you, and Bucky’s sure if he wasn’t in disguise right now, no one would even notice.

You bring him to the middle of the crowd and he can’t be surprised when you start to dance with him, pulling at his arms to get him to loosen up. He complies, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close as the two of you move together.

“I’ll let you know when I spot him.” He tells you, voice causing goosebumps to rise on your neck; goosebumps that he notices but doesn’t point out.

It only takes a song or two before he spots who he’s looking for and sends you over, making sure your com is on, and choosing to stick by the bar, giving him a good view of you and allowing himself a break of having your body pressed against his.

He’s impressed listening to you talk to this guy, voice smooth and sultry, yet still commanding.

He knows there was a lot of talk when you took position as boss; not a lot of people in the mob took you seriously and didn’t think you or a woman in general would be good in that kind of position in power. So, you use that to your advantage to get shit done, and Bucky applauds you for that.

It’s not long before the guy offers to go somewhere more private to discuss business and Bucky follows far behind, Sam praising you through the coms from where he waits in the car outside, watching through the camera in your earring.

Bucky waits outside of a closed office door upstairs, listening to the conversation through the coms but hearing your exclamation through the door when the guys give you his asking price.

“5 mil each?! What do you take me for, some kinda stunad?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Take it or leave it, yeah, I can put a bullet between your eyes and take it, alright.”

“Stop messing around and take the offer, it’s not real anyway!” Sam tells you, not wanting to lose their chance on the serums.

You ignore him prioritizing your need for respect over the stupid mission, “How do I know these aren’t Kool-Aid pouches poured in glass bottles?”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to test ‘em out for you.” The guy scoffs.

“Stronzo. You’re outta your fucking mind offering me that.”

“I’ll lower the price for you if you give me a little dance, how ‘bout that?”

“Vaffanculo.” You curse at him.

“Up yours, lady!” He yells back, and Sam sees through the camera, he grabs at you.

“Buck, get in there.” Sam tells him, and it only takes Bucky a second to kick open the door.

He’s a bit taken aback when he not only sees the case of serums out on the table, but you holding the man bent over the small table in the middle of the room next to the serums, gun held to the back of his head.

He very quickly decides that you’re fine and moves to grab the serums, closing the case and holding it securely in his left hand.

“Don’t kill the guy.”

You stay silent and Bucky looks at you again. He can almost see the steam coming out of your ears and he notices a small cut on your cheek bone. He looks down to the man’s cowering figure and notices a large ring on his hand.

You mumble something in Italian to the man, a threat of some kind that Bucky can guess given how the man shuts his eyes and shakes a bit under your hold. Sam finally enters the room, military grade handcuffs in hand.

“Feds are on their way, get her out of here.” He tells Bucky.

You slowly lift the gun off the man’s head and stand up straighter, walking over to brush past Bucky in the direction of the back door.

He makes eye contact with Sam and gives him a nod before following after you, watching as you scrunch up the bottom of your dress to replace the gun in an ankle holster. Once outside, he stops you under a street light near the car and raises his hand to look at your cheek.

“We gotta get going,” You swat at his hand.

“You’re still bleeding.” He says, using his thumb to brush away the line of blood, smearing a red tinge on your skin.

He looks into your eyes and for a second he sees the tough exterior drop. The face of someone who got smacked across the cheek all for mouthing off at some asshole.

Your vulnerability doesn’t last long, though, as you sniff and walk towards the car, opening the passenger door and sitting inside before Bucky can make it over there to open the door for you.

The drive back to the apartment is silent, and Bucky doesn’t know what to do or say to fill the silence. Stepping into the apartment, you immediately go to change and collect your things. Bucky moves to the bathroom to look for a first aid kit of some kind.

He meets you in the room and you’re now in cotton pants and a large t-shirt, sandals on your feet showing the bright red color of your toenails and the lines indented in your skin from how tight your heels were. You’re hanging up the dress and zipping it back in the cover when Bucky drops the first aid kit on the bed.

“Christ, it’s only a small cut.” You mumble.

“Just - Let me, would you?”

He takes out the liquid of disinfectant and soaks a cotton pad, cleaning off your cheek bone with it before covering it with healing ointment and a bandaid.

You don’t thank him when he finishes and he huffs as he closes the kit, “When do you drop the act, huh?”

“I don’t.”

“Really?” Bucky asks in annoyed disbelief.

“No. People tend to try and have me whacked when I drop the act.”

He sighs, “So, what, nobody ever takes care of you? Treats you? You don’t have any days off? Time to be yourself?”

“This lifestyle doesn’t really allow me to have days off, Sergeant Barnes.” You snap, gathering the dress in your hands and turning to face him completely.

“Take me home, I’m tired and my feet hurt.”

You leave him in the room and he waits an extra few seconds before dropping the conversation and following you out.

...

Bucky opens the back door to the environmental facility with his right hand and sees the door to your office open, you and your crew sitting together surrounded by cigar smoke and he can hear a TV on.

“Sir, please step into the vehicle.”

“Like the cop would be callin’ this asshole Sir if the fuckin’ cameras weren’t around!” You wave a hand at the TV, not yet seeing Bucky standing there.

He finds it funny that the gnarliest criminals - the literal Mafia - spend their time watching shitty, scripted cop shows.

It’s been about two weeks since the mission with you where you retrieved the serums. Sam went to prom with your sister five days ago, which was hilarious for him, especially when he got photo prints of different sizes in the mail at his apartment. He didn’t bother thinking about how you found his address.

One of the men sitting next to you glances his way and sees him standing there, smirking at the vision of him; hair combed slightly back and to the side, and a large bouquet of flowers in his right hand and a small paper box in his left.

“You got company, Boss.” He says.

You look over to the doorway and your jaw drops in an open-mouthed smile.

“Look at googootz! Now this is a man that knows how to treat a lady, are you boys paying attention?” You tease, scurrying over to him and pinching one of his cheeks, resting your free hand on his large bicep to guide him into the room, the rest of your crew ushering out to give the two of you privacy.

“What’s in the box?”

“Cannoli.”

You throw your head back with an exaggerated moan, “You know the way to an Italian woman’s heart, Sergeant Barnes. What’s with all the gifts?”

“Thought I’d treat you.” Is all his response is.

You narrow your eyes at him and stand up a little straighter, crossing your arms over your chest.

The last conversation before he dropped you off that night hasn’t escaped his mind. He understands the difficulties of life - how it’s hard to find time for yourself among the busy schedule that is existing. He catches himself sometimes, too, forcing his body to run with no sleep, burning through all of his energy until he’s completely drained and blaming it on life.

But life’s not always like that. Life allows for days off. For treats. For a bit of kindness. And Bucky’s come to show you just that.

“What, a beautiful woman like you never received flowers and pastries before?” He says, taking a half-step forward to be close enough to look you closer in the eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?” You whisper in amusement.

His eyes glance away from yours to look down at your red-painted lips. He gives you a shy smirk, really turning up the charm. For a big, bad, boss, you’re pretty easy to break down.

“Let me take you out tonight.”

“Maybe I’ve got plans.”

“Cancel ‘em.”

“What makes you think you’re worth canceling plans for?”

“Why don’t you trust me and find out?”

“You should know by now, Sergeant Barnes, that I don’t trust.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, setting the box of cannoli on your desk before reaching his now free hand up to your face, using his finger to brush away a stray hair and push it behind your ear.

He then takes a hold of one of your hands, turning it over to place a kiss on the top of it, before wrapping your fingers around the flowers in his other hand, forcing you to take them.

“No restaurant you’ve been to a hundred times over, no drama, no business. Just a man trying to treat a lady.” You look down at the flowers before meeting his eyes again.

“I get to pick the place.”

“No.”

“The kind of food.”

“No.”

“The -”

“No. Let me take care of everything.” Bucky insists, determined to get you to give up control for the first time in what he can only imagine has been a very long time.

Bucky knows better than anyone how terrifying it is to give up control. It was terrifying when he was forced to give up control, his free will taken away from him in the war for decades upon decades, but it’s terrifying even now when he has to do it as a free man. It makes a person vulnerable. When was the last time you were allowed to be vulnerable for somebody?

“I’m gonna pick you up here at six. Wear something nice and leave the executive attitude at home.” He finishes, leaving you with the flowers and cannoli before returning back outside, ignoring the stares he receives from you crew who wait patiently outside your office.

He feels your eyes follow him at the door, and he can’t wait to sweep you off your feet tonight.

[warmau]

☆ko-fi au: rich kid!au inseong other rich kid aus: hongseok | hyungwon | haechan

you should have known something was wrong when your date didn't send you the address for the restaurant you two were going to meet at for the first time

instead opting for an expensive and suspicious-looking black car that makes itself a nuisance in front of your apartment building

you stare at it from the door and beside you is your neighbor, a busybody office worker named dawon, who holds his mail in one hand and twists his mouth up into a frown

"i wouldn't get in that car if i were you."

"it looks like it's a bmw"

"this date of yours is starting to look like a psychopath."

you roll your eyes, but the sentiment isn't lost on you

who has the money to rent this kind of car? all for a dinner date?

you look at your phone where there's a text from your date, kim inseong, who you met through one of those online dating apps you had sworn you'd never use

but with the years passing by and your friends all gushing about the fountain of love and relationship

you had caved

actually, you had caved after a particularly teary-eyed solo re-watch of breakfast at tiffany's

not that you really cared about the plot or anything - just that the fantasy of being loved and taken care of for the rest of your life - well

whatever, the point was you had made a profile and you had matched with inseong

you were initially worried about him being a catfish - the one unnormal thing on his profile was the fact that he was gorgeous

but a video chat had melted those doubts away

still, this car and this secret reservation was starting to raise red flags

"im taking down the license plate number"

dawon says and you re-read the text from inseong again

'are you sure you can't just tell me the address of this place? i can take the train'

'don't worry, the car will get you there faster and the hostess knows the driver so you won't have any issues with the reservation'

you slip your phone into your pocket, suddenly aware that all you're bringing is it and your keys

dawon is furiously taking photos of the car now and you tell him it'll be ok

he asks before you go out to the car, "what's this guys name?"

"kim - kim inseong."

dawon's eyes go wide and he gapes, you tell him to stop fooling around as you wave goodbye

just as the door shuts, you don't hear dawon go

"that kim inseong?"

the driver is quiet but polite and you try to overcompensate with your manners and not pester him about where you're going

the inside of the car smells of new leather and there isn't a speck of dirt or evidence of anyone else being in here but you

the city's winding streets and lights both distract and worry you and you nervously tap on the dating app to see inseong's profile again

a mirror selfie is the first picture, he's smiling and looks like he might be in a fancy hotel bathroom somewhere

the next picture is him and a couple of what you assume are work buddies

the next is him at a bookshop, wearing pretty framed glasses that compliment the shape of his face

his interests are artsy and he says he works in photography

he's a cancer and he likes ballads and doing puzzles

his profile is pretty generic, you don't want to be vain but you'd matched with him because he was totally hot, but also after talking you'd come to realize there was more

he was definitely witty, charming, and didn't ever send you the kind of messages you had heard horror stories about

(three am hookups or requests for pictures of your feet)

you close the app, just as the driver parks the car and you expect to get out at some small, but cute italian place

or at most somewhere more new and stylish that might have been mentioned in a magazine

you do not think you're going to stop in front of one of seoul's most high-end restaurants

the kind of place that looks like it should be a palace - high rise ceilings and huge fountains and a line of hopeful socialities waiting around the corner praying someone miss their reservation

the driver comes around to your side, opening the door and suddenly you look down and think

im not dressed for this place, hell im not a person made for this place

you step out and he motions for you to pass the line, up the stairs and into the huge doors

as soon as the hostess sees him she shoves forward a lanky looking valet boy and sends you a big, red-lipsticked smile

"ah, you're mr. kim's date. come with me - he's in our private dining room."

you feel like a newborn animal walking on shakey legs as you follow her, you walk past the first level of dinners who are seated at elegant looking tables in low light

there's a hum of talking and the sound of someone pouring wine

you look for inseong, but don't see him anywhere

the hostess leads you to an elevator at the back - and when it arrives she motions for you to go inside and tells the person inside that you'll be going to floor nine

turns out the entirety of floor nine is one big dining room, adorned in gold and red and at the table right before one of the huge windows is inseong

you can't think of a word to say - not even when his eyes light up to match the chandeliers and he stands up from his seat to greet you

"inseong"

you squeak and he says your name prettily like it's the name of a flower

"inseong - " you repeat and look at him with eyes like saucers "is this some kind of practical joke?"

the look of happiness on his face dims

"w-what?"

"where are we, this place of town is for millionaires - stars, i can't afford to eat here! i probably can't even afford to breathe the air here! if this is your idea of a fun prank date then im going to-"

you throw your hands up, fussing so much so that the waiter who had wanted to come over stops in their tracks

inseong looks at you and for a moment there's hurt in his expression but then something else dawns on him

"you didn't know?"

you shake your head - "how would i have known that this is some elaborate joke! i knew those dating apps would end up embarrassing me-"

"no, i mean you don't know who i am?"

your hands swing down to your sides and you look at him almost stupidly

"well, you're kim inseong."

"yes."

he motions to the photographs that line the red-painted wall, all framed and featuring famous models and public figures

they look vaguely familiar, as if you seen them multiple times on the covers of magazines or newspapers

"im kim inseong, the photographer of seoul"

a blankness coats the room and then, like a rubber band, it snaps into place

the magazine covers, the job title 'photographer' on his profile, and now the inseong standing in front of you in head to toe gucci

you step back like you've just been approached by a dangerous-looking beast

hands flying up to your mouth

"oh my god - you're famous and-"

he grins, "and rich."

somehow you sit down, probably because the news hits you like a truck and you can't stand any longer

it's enough time for inseong to wave the waiter over safely and order wine for the two of you as well as an appetizer in french that glosses over your head

he looks at you and folds his hands under his chin

"i thought you knew."

"why is a millionaire like you on a dating app for plebeians"

he shakes his head, "you're not a plebeian"

"im pretty sure my yearly salary is the same amount as one of your cameras."

he looks down at his wine and swallows, suddenly the air of glowing confidence and ease shrinks

"you're right. it's silly of me to say i wasn't trying to act a little bit below my status by joining the app."

you straighten in your seat

"i - i didn't mean it like that, i mean rich people still want love im sure - i mean you're a normal person."

"normal?" he flicks his gaze to you "no one has ever called me that."

great, here i am putting my foot in my mouth in front of one of seoul's most eligible bachelors

"i mean - i just. ok i mean you're not 'normal' in your field of work but you want to feel a connection right. that's why you joined the app - just like me. you just want someone in your life."

you don't notice the little smile that tugs at the corner of inseong's long lips

your appetizer arrives and you are offput by the amount of truffle on it

inseong tells you to look at the menu and order anything you like and as much of it as you want to

one look at the price and you tell him you'll pass, you'll get mcdonalds on your way home

"please don't worry, it'll go on my bill"

he insists and you cross your arms

"this is our first date, we go dutch. i can't have you treating me if im not even your partner yet"

inseong bites his tongue not to laugh at the simple way you look at everything

"fine, well then." he closes the menu and snaps his fingers, within a moment a man arrives at his side - you assume it's his assistant "let's got to mcdonalds together."

you think he's being funny, but he's not

you find yourself in the second expensive car of the day. this time it's a slicked silver lamborghini that inseong drives with an almost alarming carelessness.

he seems to have forgotten how to order at a drive-through and so you have to lean over his lap to speak for the both of you

as you put in the order, inseong flushes and tries not to look at the areas of your shirt that have slide up as you hang out of the window

when you sit back you grin at him

"i hope you like chicken nuggets"

inseong does, so much so that he eats his and puppy dog begs you for one of yours

you both sit in his car and you try not to spill anything, but inseong says not to worry about being careful. he has another car (or five) that he can use if you stain the seat with your sprite

but aside from that you ask inseong more about his life

you had briefly chatted before you met, but now there was a treasure trove of new information about him to unlock

the weird thing is that you just genuinely want to know

inseong picks up on it, you have no ulterior motive. you haven't had one since you found out who he really was.

you nibble on a fry as you ask, "so are you traveling these days for work?"

"usually. when we video chatted i was in denmark."

you stick your tongue out

"denmark! what a show off, my last vacation was a two hour train ride outside of seoul."

"well - where do you want to go?"

you gather your garbage and his neatly, inseong finds the normal gesture pangs something in his heart

"hmmm i think i would want to go someone really warm. like brazil or chile."

"are you free this weekend?"

you blink and turn to look at him

"are you asking me on a second date?"

he puts a hand on the wheel and nods

"yes."

"well - i am free actually.......but if we go on a date let's not do anymore uptight restaurants."

he promises he won't and instead he says he'll pick somewhere comfortable and fun

you try not to get bashful when he says your photos do you no justice - you should let him take your portrait next time too

and although he drives you home in his car, you are aware of the black car you arrived in following close behind

when he stops in front of your apartment you turn and mumble that you had a good time, after the heart attack-inducing revelation of his identity

inseong laughs and you straighten your shoulders slightly

he notices the way you position yourself slightly and he turns to you too. suddenly the look in his bright eyes dulls just a bit as he lingers from looking into your eyes to your lips

you decide to be brave - closing your eyes as an invitation

inseong's smile is soft against your lips when he leans in

nothing more than that happens and you blurt out that you'll look forward to the next date, inseong watches you scurry inside your apartment before letting out the breath of nervousness he's been holding

never thinking you would give him butterflies he hasn't felt since he was in high school

when you get home - dawon is knocking on your apartment in five minutes

and you two spend an hour going through inseong's photos again as dawon points out that "how could you not know he's rich, he's wearing a 100k watch in this bathroom selfie!"

you tell him you're just dumb, or maybe just charmed by who inseong is rather than his money

dawon doesn't believe it but he asks when your second date is and you say this weekend

"where is he taking you?"

you giggle, "he said somewhere comfortable and nice! maybe we'll go to a market or something."

the weekend comes and. inseong has bought you two private jet tickets to brazil.

such is the world of dating a rich kid.

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Sorry I’m advance but one of my other favorite accounts just reblogged a Tony scene and people are talking about Civil War and how it made them Stan Tony, and how when they watch that movie they hate team cap👀 Then someone was all about how he was sleep deprived and how much pressure he was under and couldn’t understand how people didn’t like Tony because. Someone literally said that when someone says they don’t like Tony in Civil War they say “did you watch the same movie as me.” I’m baffled. Oddly enough someone else said, “he just wants to help everyone.” Sorry for the rant but I think people forget about what the accords are and what it would mean for people. Side note, I hope you’re having a great day/night 😀

No sorry needed!

I feel you man, I do. Honestly, I’ve unfollowed people based on similar posts when I was in especially Done moods, so.

Look on the one hand, the movie would’ve been a narrative failure if everyone was in favor of one side or the other, right? The whole point of the damn thing—besides giving the Mouse overlords more money—was to spark discussion, debate. Which, yeah, we’ll call that the tame description for what actually happened. But just, the thing was meant to split the fanbase so in that regard…winning? Thanks, I guess?

Film is also very obviously subjective, different strokes for different folks, so yeah, ten people can watch a movie and none of them are gonna see the exact same film. Let’s try to remember that this is, in theory anyway, a good thing. I just read a professional film review yesterday where I had the same reaction. What film were you watching, dude? Incidentally his reviewing partner said the same thing.

So honestly, no, they weren’t watching the same film as you or I or anyone else, because everyone brings their own biases and experiences and knowledge and interests into a thing, and that’s always going to flavor how it’s viewed. Again, let’s try to remember that this is good. In theory. Heavy on the theory.

That out of the way? Let’s get into Tony specifically so his uber stans can find this and scream at me on anon as though I just shot RDJ with a nuke.

Oh yeah, he was stressed. Oh, he was sleep deprived. Yeah, I’ve heard that. And that it’s Pepper’s fault, if she hadn’t left the poor baby, if she was there to rein him in, he’d be fine dammit, leave the baby alone!

Here’s the thing. You know who gets a pass on their shit behavior when they’re upset or tired? Actual babies. Actual babies and toddlers, and children, up to a point. Because they actually cannot always help themselves. Their bodies and brains are different, they have not learned better.

When you’re a 50-year-old man who’s supposedly the world’s bestest superhero, who wants, wants to be in charge of protecting the whole world? You need a little more self-control than that. The sleep deprived excuse works if you snap at someone before you’ve had your coffee, not for this. Roseanne Barr didn’t get to blame Ambien for her racism, Tony doesn’t get to handwave CW away because oops, I was tired.

Really? You’re a superhero, dude. Most of your teammates are tired too, that’s part of the gig. If you crash and burn this badly without your afternoon nap, fucking hang up the armor and go back to your billionaire playboy lifestyle.

Speaking of that, sure, right. It’s Pepper’s fault because she left him. Put aside the argument on whether that was justified or not (cough, it was and she should’ve stayed away even though they are adorable together). It’s not Pepper’s job to keep Tony sane. It’s not any partner’s job to do that for anyone. If she wants out, she has a right to that, without Tony going off the rails and blaming it on her. Seriously, he says part of the reason he backed the Accords was to “split the difference” with Pepper.

Dude. You were an asshole and you lost your girl. You destroyed all your suits, turned an emotional and mental corner in IM 3…and then relapsed 4 minutes later I guess because Whedon. Either way, Tony admits himself that he does not want to stop. So instead of doing that, or finding another partner who can accept that, you back an unjust international law that pits you against your team, your supposed friends? Go to therapy, have a pint of ice cream, cry into your pillow, send her more of those strawberries you sent her in IM 2 that she’s allergic to. You don’t go trying to change international law in ways that could ultimately affect millions of people because your girl left you.

Honestly—and thank God they didn’t do this but—the only way the Pepper excuse works in excusing his behavior in any way is if she’d died. Or been severely injured like Happy in IM 3. Still wouldn’t be okay, but, like Quill messing up their chance to stop Thanos because Gamora died, it would’ve been more understandable. Understandable, not excusable, and the way the MCU treats their women as manpain fodder, we’re probably legit lucky we didn’t get this.

As for him wanting to help everyone. He does in fact want that, I think. The problem is that his need to feel like he’s doing that is stronger than his rational mind, or his want to actually help in a constructive way.

Tony is too smart. He’s dumb as hell in many instances, mostly involving people and relationships, but he’s also too smart, and he’s been told for too long that he’s smart, and he’s bought into it. Ultron. Suit of armor around the world, protects the world, no more alien threats. It’s a simple concept on paper that fails in execution. So there are people with dangerous powers. Okay, we’ll make a set of laws to keep them from being dangerous, problem solved. But again, it isn’t.

Tony is not used to problems he cannot solve. He’s a genius, right? He can fix anything. He should be able to fix anything. That’s how he feels. But not everything is zeros and ones and circuits, things that can be fixed mechanically like his armors can. The people he wants to protect are not built that way. But he needs to feel like he’s doing something, because he’s terrified of what happens to the world if he doesn’t. So he creates these simple solutions to complex problems. The suit of armor, the Accords. They sound good in theory, but the problems they’re trying to solve are bigger than they are. And Tony, way back in IM 1, he sat back for years, clueless that his weapons were being used for bad things. He says it to Cap in CW. When he found out what his weapons were being used for, he went in and stopped it. Whether or not he should’ve known that already is a separate issue here. The point here is that when he found out, too late or not, he went in and did something about it.

Tony needs to do something about it. Again, go back to Cap in AoU, Tony’s nightmare sequence. Steve asks Tony why he didn’t save them. Tony’s ultimate nightmare is that he sits back and does nothing, and his inaction causes everyone to die. Which is where you get Ultron. Something he came up with because of what he saw in space in Avengers 1, then doubled down on in AoU. It’s where you get the Accords. Oops, he caused someone to die, he killed Charles Spencer. Must do something about that right now so it doesn’t happen again, and he won’t have to feel this guilt. He should be collaborating with others to come up with solutions (no Bruce in AoU doesn’t count because Bruce was dumb there), or at the very least, taking more time to think through the repercussions of the things he puts out there. But he doesn’t, because he’s got his savior complex that tells him that he alone can and must fix this, and because he’s too dumb to realize how not-smart he is in certain areas.

“We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I’m game.”

Isn’t that what he says in CW, or something very close to it? Whatever form that takes. That’s the issue, right there, whatever form that takes. Realistically, yes, there should be laws regarding people with powers, the same way there are special laws pertaining to people who carry guns, or people who are licensed to fly planes. You have a thing/can do a thing that not everyone else does, so there are regulations pertaining to that thing. Laws change with the times, they always have. Some new technology comes up, eventually there will be laws that regulate it. As there should be, honestly. The issue with the Accords, Steve’s issue with the Accords, was not the basic idea. He says as much. He says that it could work, but there would have to be safeguards. Safeguards that are not in the Accords that Tony wants him to sign.

It's not a matter of oh, fuck the law, there should be no law governing these people, they’re above it. The problem is that the law as it’s presented here is unjust. There’s what, a month between Lagos and Ross coming by to tell them about the Accords? A month is not enough time to properly analyze such a big issue, Especially when you’re reacting out of fear, which is what happened with Lagos. People died because of an Enhanced person, an Avenger, in this case. Lawmakers don’t want that to happen again, they especially don’t want the political shit storm that comes with it. Damn, we look like we were asleep at the switch here, not having anything to throw at this problem earlier. Quick, let’s throw together this thing so no one can say we’re not addressing the problem.

Patriot Act of 2001, anyone? 9/11 happened, the public were rightfully terrified, the US said oh man, these are unprecedented circumstances, we’ve never had this before. Don’t worry though, we’re on this, we’re protecting you. The reality being that that bill simply gave the government too much power, most of it being used against people who were not actually threats, and it’s debatable, to say the very least, whether or not that law helped more than it hurt.

No law is perfect. No law ever will be. It’s not possible. We still have to strive for perfection though, have to aim there so that the laws we get are as close to fair as possible. Tony’s a big deal. If not for his “whatever form that takes” attitude, he might’ve been able to use his influence to pressure lawmakers into coming up with a fairer bill. Hey, I’m me, the public loves me, I will endorse this bill publicly and work on getting the rest of the team to sign, but you need to change this and this and this first, or no deal. Instead, he took the easy way out, the quickest, easiest way for him to feel like he’s atoned for his sins without actually doing anything. Whatever form that takes.

Tony’s not wrong because he backs the creation of a law that addresses these things. He’s wrong because he says himself that he does not care what that law does, specifically, so long as it exists. He’s wrong because he violates said law upteen times during the movie, while preaching to team Cap about what assholes they are for not backing it. He’s wrong because he cares more about feeling as though he’s tackled a problem than he does about taking the time to make sure that the thing he’s proposing is actually a good idea. He’s wrong because of what he does with Bucky, though that’s honestly a separate issue, for the purposes of this discussion.

Anyway, that was longer than I ever wanted it to be. Damn. Next time you see a comment about CW being the reason people stan Tony, just remember there are other people out there who stopped stanning Tony because of that movie. Everyone’s entitled to see a piece of media however they see it, and although the Tony stans are often the loudest, there are plenty of like-minded people out there who share your take on events. Block who you need to, unfollow who you need to, blacklist what you need to, and don’t let them get you down.

Hang in there, and have an awesome day :)