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#I just rewind it over and over it is literal gold
wooahaes · 6 months
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pairing: non-idol!mingyu x gn!reader
genre: fluff.
word count: 0.8k~
warnings: food mentions. reader and mingyu being flirty idiots. mentions of wonwoo getting the flu in the bg but he's not present.
daisy's notes: i hate him (said w heart eyes) !! imagine seeing his cute ass working at a darts booth. id die!
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Fuck, why was the guy running the darts booth so handsome?
You had come here yesterday with a group of friends who had never gone to this particular festival before. To be honest, you had a pretty nice time! You won one of them a little stuffed frog since Minghao was rarely in the area for long and you wanted him to have a gift. You split a funnel cake with Soonyoung, who cheekily wiped away the caramel and powdered sugar from the corner of your mouth with a teasing comment about how you’d been distracted by ‘him’ again. Chan had gone on several rides with you when the others didn’t feel like going, happy to take one for the team and keep you company. Other times, Jun had been the one to sit out with you, enjoying a snack with you because you never gave up the chance to have festival foods. 
And now… You had dragged along your two roommates with you. Seungkwan, who read you like a goddamn book after Chan told him what was up, and Seokmin, who knew the fucker. 
“Oh him? That’s Mingyu!” Seokmin had said after Seungkwan pointed him out. “We went to college together. I can introduce you, if you want.”
Technically, Mingyu kind of knew you. He recognized you immediately as ‘the person from yesterday’ and asked about your boyfriend.
“Minghao isn’t my boyfriend,” you said with a little too much force. Fuck. Rewind. Backtrack—
“Oh, he isn’t?” Mingyu leaned against the counter. “Is he?” He nodded toward Seokmin. 
“Roommate,” Seokmin had raised a hand, chuckling. “So is he,” he nodded over toward where Seungkwan was pouting a distance away. You had promised him hot chocolate first, and now you were ‘probably going to chat up Mingyu.’ “They’re single.”
Before you could say anything else, Mingyu chuckled. “Good.” 
Oh, you knew a sign when it was practically neon lights flashing in front of you. You opened your wallet, shoving money into Seokmin’s hand and saying something about getting you a hot chocolate… and to take his time coming back (spoken under your breath where Mingyu hopefully didn’t hear). Seokmin merely chuckled and wished you luck, going back to Seungkwan and walking off with him. Which meant it was you, Mingyu, and whatever unfortunate soul came over to try their luck at the game.
Which, weirdly enough, didn’t work out too badly. 
“My friend usually runs this,” Mingyu told you. “Wonwoo ended up with the flu this week, and since he already had the spot paid for and everything set up… I told him I could do it.” 
Handsome and caring? “That’s sweet of you,” you hummed.
“He said I could keep half of what we have leftover,” he admitted after a moment. “But I would have done it anyway.” 
You leaned against the counter, resting your arms on the metal as you gazed up at him in the trailer. “Why?”
He, too, leaned against it to gaze at you. If he wanted to, he could quite literally kiss you if he just leaned down. “You get to see people happy sometimes,” he said. “Sometimes they’re only getting small prizes,.. But they’re still cute. Like the frog you won yesterday.” 
You hid a bashful smile behind your hand, Right. You chose it because Minghao liked it, but you’d found it cute, too—even though it was one of the smaller prizes. “Can I try again?”
His eyes lit up a little. “Oh?” He stood up. “Sure.”
You slid over the money, and he handed you the five darts before stepping out of the way. “Is it five to win one of the big ones?”
“Only four of the red balloons,” Mingyu said, pointing them out. “It’s supposed to be five, but I like giving them out. Three, if you’re a kid.” 
All you had to do was pop four of the red balloons to get a big one. Gold ones would net you anything smaller, but there were far more of those than there were red ones. You weren’t horrible at darts, to be fair—yesterday you were more distracted by Mingyu than anything else. Today, you had a new goal. Pop! One red balloon burst as your first dart pierced it. Pop! A second…
“Are you some kind of expert?” Mingyu chuckled.
You shrugged. “My friend has a bar. I reign supreme at darts.” 
Another chuckle, warmer than before. Endeared to you. You threw another dart through the air, popping yet another red balloon. And then another, before you looked at Mingyu.
“How many for you to say yes to a date?”
He crossed his arms, leaning against the trailer wall. “Five.” You could see it in his eyes that he was lying. I’d say yes if you asked me outright, though. 
With another pop of a red balloon, Mingyu had already written something down and slid it across to you. “I close up at nine,” he said. “And I haven’t eaten since lunch, so if you want…”
You’d treat him to whatever he wanted as long as you got to see his cute face again after this.
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thegloweringcastle · 3 months
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A Million Lifetimes
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Happy holidays to @sideralwriting!! My dear, I appreciate your patience with me as I navigated life (& the gift swap) this holiday season. It has been SUCH a delight getting to know you these past few weeks and I look forward to hopefully staying in touch after the swap! I'm sorry this isn't my best work, but I hope you like it nonetheless. I tried my best to add small little details you might appreciate, and I know it's not great but I hope it may bring you some joy. <3
And the absolute biggest hug and thank you to @acotargiftexchange for being so patient with me - I'm sorry I had to be *That Person* this year. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart<3<3<3<3<3
No warnings to be found! Just silly feysand fluff and shenanigans.
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Many people use the holidays as a time to reflect on all which has changed. Some measure how much they’ve grown as individuals, others use it as a way to mark the end of a long, grueling year - seeing the short break as a way to signify a year’s worth of change and prompt improvement for the months between the next holiday.
Feyre and Rhys, on a similar note, liked to use it as a way to track how many times they have found each other, over and over again.
***
This time the wind blew gently; not hard enough to urge people inside, but not so gentle that it went unnoticed. In the crowded holiday market of Velaris, two people huddled closer together, sharing heat and smiles.
“I’m just saying,” Feyre’s words formed between them as frosty clouds. “I still think that the winter we spent in Greenland was better than the one in London.”
“But Feyre darling,” Rhysand’s words were not as clear as Feyre’s, thanks to the scarf he kept tight around his face. “London!” 
“Yes, London, but it was early nineteenth century London and we had just run into each other - quite literally - from slipping and sliding through sewage.”
“Oh, darling, you forget how I so smoothly saved us from certain doom.” He tugged the scarf away from his face, rewinding it around both of them.
“You didn’t save my shoes, that’s for certain.” She huffed. “All I’m saying is I believe you’re looking at it through rose-colored lenses.”
He chuckled. “I’m not going to win, am I?”
“No, my love. You’re not.” She offered him a pat on the cheek - a consolation.
They wandered between stalls of vendors, watching the holiday lights and decorations in quiet awe. Feyre itched to blend the colors together on canvas, perhaps make a mashup of every holiday she’d ever spent with Rhys. There would be golds and reds from the market they currently walked through, but there would also be greys and browns and greens. Light and shade, with a fair share of tears to balance out the smiles. It would be… chaotic. And perfect. A strange, haphazard image that perfectly depicted their lives. 
She tugged on his hand, drawing them to a stop in front of a Bavarian craftsman.
“What about that christmas in Germany?”
“That was a pretty good year. Bloody cold though.” He shivered, as if just the thought of it sent chills down his spine. “I think it’s still one of my favorites of our firsts. It was refreshing to see you so at ease. Remember how simple it was that year?”
Yes, Feyre remembered that life well. It was among her favorites, she supposed; one of their cozier lives.
***
Feyre could feel the cold seeping through the window of the train even on the farthest side of her bench. Her lace gloves didn’t do much other than look pretty, and not for the first time she grew irked at women’s fashions for being so terribly impractical. Sure, petticoats galore were plenty warm in such low temperatures, but not very easy to maneuver; and narrow-heeled boots weren’t especially stable in slush and ice.
Nonetheless, she was enjoying her travels. Watching the world blur past the window was meditative - reassuring. There may not have been much left for her to escape, but being on the move was the only way to ensure peace and quiet - and the only way for her to feel less adrift in her search for… whatever it was she thought was missing.
The train drew to a halt, wheels screeching against the tracks as it stopped for a station in Munich. The hustle and bustle of people unboarding began immediately, luggage being jostled down the aisle and people rushing past. It was a wonder Feyre even noticed the booklet which tumbled to the floor - she wouldn’t have, if it hadn’t fallen from the pocket of a man with violet eyes.
She leaned over, snatching it during a break in the crowd while trying to keep track of her stranger. Right before he stepped off, his gaze found hers.
Her heart tugged, and before she knew it, Feyre was out of her seat - belongings snagged at the last minute - and braving the crowd to follow the man with violet eyes. The notebook couldn’t have been more than thirty pages or so, yet it sat heavy in her hand as she navigated the crowded station, ducking between people and dodging around suitcases. Feyre realized that she had lost sight of her stranger, but there was a sense of urgency she couldn’t shake. It wasn’t until she was panting for air and had almost certainly gone in circles that she slumped onto a bench, setting her things down with a clatter and letting the book fall open on her lap.
She knew it was rude to look, but it was unlikely that she would find the owner to return it. One peek couldn’t hurt; if it was a grocery list - well, nothing terribly personal there. If it was notes, or perhaps a novel in the making… She was an artist too. It would be fine.
Still, she wasn’t quite prepared for what she found on that random, worn page.
In that icy chill
Of those depthless blue eyes
I see only warmth
I wonder
How might it feel
To succumb to you
Adrift in your blue
“There you are,” A voice deep as night stood out over the din of the train station. “From the train. I’ve been looking for you.”
Feyre snapped the book shut with a resounding thwack and stood abruptly, only to be pinned in place by a pair of violet eyes. 
“I’ve been looking for you too. For a while, I think.” She held out the journal. “This is yours?”
“Indeed. Thank you for finding it for me.” Their hands overlapped, making it impossible for Feyre to let go.
“This may sound odd, but for quite some time I’ve been looking for something I think I lost. You seem to be good at finding things,” She could listen to his voice forever. “Perhaps you could help me once more?”
Even as he asked, the pieces began to fall into place. Sounds of past lives ringing through to the present, urging her to hang onto him. Memories returned to both of them, and his grip moved from the journal to her hand. 
“Of course.” She smiled, watching carefully for a crinkle around his eyes. “I would love to.”
***
“I have to admit, all those skirts were warm, but they sure were a pain to deal with when nature called.”
Rhys’ laugh boomed between the aisles of vendors. “And it made it much more challenging to undress y-”
“That’s enough!” She clapped a hand over his mouth before he could say anything too filthy. “We are in public, Rhys!”
He smirked. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“Yeah, sure you weren’t.”
“I think it’s you who let her dirty mind get carried away.” His grin was impish.
“If I have a dirty mind it’s only because you’ve rubbed off on me.”
He put his hands up, surrendering. “Whatever you say, love.”
They wandered some more between vendors, debating over their favorite holidays together and which first-meeting was their best.
“I thought it was funny when your friend introduced us,” It was a memory that Feyre often thought of, no matter how plain it might have been. “Not sure if it was the best, but it was… normal.” Out of everything, that had to count for something, right?
Rhys laughed loudly, grabbing her hand even tighter. “And he kept meddling in our business no matter how clear we made it that we were together.”
“It was flattering to know he thought we went well together, at least.” She wagged a finger at him, laughing slightly. “At least it was better than the one where you saved me from being burned at the stake. That was pretty horrid, wasn't it?”
He pulled her close, teasing and hinting at a kiss. “At least I got to play hero for you.”
“Oh,” She dragged it out. “That’s right, because we were early in the game and I was, at the time, still half convinced you were a complete prick. Yes, you did need those extra points.”
He hummed, half in amusement and half in agreement. “What about that one we spent at that inn? That was one hell of a time.”
“The place with the armadillos?” She shivered. “Unfortunately, I do remember that.”
***
Feyre did not like the high desert for two reasons. Reason one: The air was too dry, it hurt her skin and chapped the inside of her nose. Reason two: there were too many creepy crawling critters that wanted either to kill her, to eat her, or to steal her body heat.
It didn’t matter if it was winter and most animals had either migrated or gone into hibernation underground. She did not. Like. The. desert.
“Almost there, darlin’.” Rhys encouraged, ignoring the fact that she had just chewed him out in an hour-long tangent for “dragging her into the middle of nowhere for a single, stupid job in the blasted desert during a snowstorm”.
“I thought the desert didn’t get snow.” Feyre was pouting. She knew she was pouting. Unfortunately, she was too uncomfortable to care.
“This is the high desert, love. It’s a bit more dramatic than what we’re used to.”
“Rhys,” She pulled their horses to a stop and faced him. It was getting harder to see as the snowfall grew heavier. “Please tell me we’re close. I don’t want to cut this life short, I especially don’t want to cut this life short because of one stupid decision.”
“I promise you, darlin’, we’re not far.” He turned to face forward, pulling out his compass. “There’s a small town just around this bend. We’ll stay there ‘till this weather clears up.”
Feyre didn’t waste her energy responding - she wanted a hot drink and soft bed now. 
Sure enough, Rhys hadn’t been lying. There was a town - small and rundown though it was, Feyre was just grateful they wouldn’t freeze to death in the most miserable place on earth.
Rhys held the door for her, the two of them stepping into an inn and stomping the snow from their boots and shaking the ice from their scarves and coats. 
“Howdy there and welcome, I’m Shirley and I sure am happy to see you. What can I do for you lovely folks tonight?”
Feyre looked up from where she was struggling to undo her buttons, ready to charm the lovely owner for a room, before letting out a startled gasp.
The woman - Shirley - held an armadillo to her chest as one might hold a cat or puppy. A snake rested coiled on the hearth, another few armadillos trundled between tables at the restaurant. Other patrons sat at the bar normally, seemingly unconcerned with the lizards crawling around the counters.
“W-we um-”
“Howdy ma'am.” He stuck his hand out, not once looking at the armadillo the lady held. “The name’s Rhysand, this here’s my lovely wife Feyre. We got caught in the snow and were hoping you might be able to spare a room for the two of us?”
“Of course! I hope you two don’t mind cacti too much. Any concerns? You know what, doesn’t matter. I’ll grab a key and show you two on up!”
“That’s perfect. Thank you, ma’am.” 
Not even thirty minutes later they had gotten a room and were getting ready for bed. Or, Rhys was getting ready for bed. 
“Rhysand, you know I love animals. I adore animals. I do not, however, adore snakes. Or any desert dwelling creatures. They're gross, and dusty, and out to get you. Remember that Christmas in Australia? Boiling hot and everything was trying to kill us.”
“But darling, that’s Australia.”
“That’s irrelevant!” She huffed. “My point is, I want to celebrate our first christmas in this life somewhere other than an Inn filled with wild animals.”
He grabbed her hands, stopping her pacing and making her meet his gaze. “We will. I promise.” 
Sure enough, the storm had passed by the time they woke in the morning. They were up and at’em in a hurry, Rhys’ compass taking them to the next town over in time for a holiday spent indoors, together, and most importantly away from wild animals. 
***
“I think I still have that compass, somehow. I remember finding it again in an antique shop in that area a few lives ago, then I tucked it away for safekeeping - and the future. Sort of like you do with our rings.”
At the mere mention, Feyre brought hers up to the light. It glimmered beneath the street lamps, scratched and nicked from centuries of wear. Some people may have been bothered if their wedding rings had been so damaged, but Feyre just saw it as lives well lived and loved.
She shrugged. “So that may not have been my favorite, but it wasn’t the worst. In hindsight, it was a more entertaining year, so I can’t hate it.”
Rhys’ shit-eating grin dimmed, shade by shade. “I know which one was my least favorite.”
It was Feyre’s too.
They both sobered and held one another a little bit closer.
*** 
In all of their lifetimes, through dozens of centuries, it was the longest they had been apart; the loneliest they had ever been, too. 
War had a tendency to do that.
In this particular life Feyre had been teaching art classes at an elementary school, biding her time while waiting for something. Someone. There was a pain in her heart amplified by a holiday season spent alone. It felt like every day the rain would just fall and fall and fall, unbroken by sunshine or snow. Even ice would have been welcome - anything to cut through the long, unending shadows. 
She sat in a late night diner, avoiding returning to an empty apartment while sipping burnt coffee over a half-finished portrait of a man with raven hair and violet eyes. Something familiar, someone unknown. Behind the counter a server switched the radio to a news channel broadcasting the latest updates from overseas. 
Had she known that her next life would be so much fuller, she might not have been so hopeless. Had she known that, a lifetime from then, memories would come rushing back and the stranger in her painting would not be so strange, she might have been less disturbed by the sheer number of renditions she had made of the same man.
Alas, she did not know these things. She didn’t even know the cruel twist of the universe - the war? -  taking from her the man she didn’t know she waited for. And so for many many more nights she sat in silence with a tepid, burnt coffee (she preferred hot chocolate) and endless half-finished portraits, always hoping for the rain to stop.
***
Children rushed past them, dodging around holiday shoppers and festival booths with shocking agility. Silence hung between them like a clock’s pendulum at its peak, ready to come falling down at any second.
He squeezed her hand. “It made our next-first-meeting even better, I would say.”
Sparkling lights of all different colors turned to smudges in the background as Feyre focused her gaze on Rhys; on his violet eyes. Some things about him had changed, especially after the war, but his eyes stayed the same. The way he smiled with his entire being remained the same. Reliable. Constant.
“I think I would have to agree.”
***
With time their memories would fade. They would begin again, growing into new lives and apart from each other, but they were inevitably always nudged back together. And each time, they remembered one another a bit more easily.
So when Rhys settled in after the war and his new neighbor felt like home, all he needed was a light push in the right direction.
That day in particular had been windy and icy. Roads were closed, businesses were shut down, students were off of school. The universe handed Rhys an excuse to seek out his neighbor on a silver platter: the power went out, and Rhys knew his apartment was the only one with a classic wood-burning fireplace.
She answered after only the first knock.
“I have hot chocolate at my apartment and a working fireplace - if you need. Hot water too.”
Her gaze was soft, and she didn’t hesitate before agreeing.
They kept that year simple, soft, easy. It’s what they needed - something comforting. She stayed even many hours after the power had gone back on and the world had returned to operating in full-swing. They fell into easy company as years long since passed came rushing back, and a new promise was made to never be separated for that long.
***
They still had yet to break their promises.
“I thought that was very domestic, even for you.” Feyre grinned, exchanging a few coins for a small cone of roasted chestnuts.. “But I wonder if maybe we’d earned it. So many different adventures and lifetimes… maybe it’s good that we finally have the time for things like hot chocolate and wood fires. And roasted chestnuts.”
His lips turned up, the creases around his eyes softened. “Maybe you’re right.”
When it inevitably grew too cold outside and even their shared scarf and intertwined hands weren’t enough to keep them warm, the couple navigated through the crowded streets towards their shared townhouse. 
Cozy, small, but most importantly - theirs. 
He took her jacket, she put away his hat. He put the kettle on, she got their mugs and measured out the tea. They moved fluidly together, silently; familiar over so many different lives spent together. It wasn’t until they had settled in together on the couch, warmed pumpkin beside steaming tea on the coffee table, that Feyre spoke again.
“I still don’t know which of our holidays is my favorite. Maybe I don’t have one.”
Rhys reached out to tuck a lock of her hair behind one ear, cupping her face with the movement. “My favorite one is the one with you.”
“That’s most of them - I don’t think that counts as any single one, as romantic as it is.” She placed a kiss on his cheek. “But you sure are a sweet talker.”
“Then it’s this one, right here, right now, with you. When we can finally have forever.”
***
In every one of their meetings and partings, Rhys and Feyre fell together into one single life. Whether it grew from eye contact across a supermarket, a quick handshake in a business meeting, or simply bumping shoulders on a crowded sidewalk, and no matter how it ended, there was another life waiting for them. Homes to be lived in and loved, holidays to be spent bundled up together in a bubble outside of time.
It was the general consensus between the two of them: The best lives were the ones spent together.
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Let's Rewind! Toast Watches Voltron: Defender of the Universe (1984)
Season 1, Episode 41: There Will Be A Royal Wedding Season 1, Episode 42: The Sand People
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Episode 41: There Will Be A Royal Wedding I think I recognize this episode title, PART THREE LETS GOO
recap timeee
THERE HE IS SVEN IS SO BACK
"I am a wild man, I live in this tunnel eating roots and mushrooms!" SVEN PLEASE
Romelle recognizes him!
Oh god, he's breaking down over his trauma for getting hurt and trying to heal but then he got enslaved all over again without being able to fight and still hurting
the start of the only couple ever, Keith and Allura could never happen because Keith would never stop self sabotaging himself and Sven is willing to be a malewife
he's so scared to call the force because he's scared of them seeing him broken like that he's calling them anyway
WHY IS ALLURA IN A TAN DRESS?? WHAT HAPPENED
oh an escaped slave ship full of slaves is getting recaptured
"do you think princess Ro-MEAL could survive down there?" Zarkon PRONOUNCE HER NAME RIGHT
oh also they're planning to take over Pollux while she's gone
WHY DO THEY KEEP CALLING HER RO-MEAL
new robeast, it's literally an iron woman that they called iron maiden pretty cool though OH GOD IS SHE CRUSHING PEOPLE IN HER HANDS?? THAT'S HORRIFYING
Romelle is trying to stop it, but Sven is stopping her because if she shows herself then their whole plan is fucked time to steal another slave ship to get her home!
The doomites have worse aim than storm troopers
poor Romelle she's crying for the other slaves who helped her and Sven escape, nobody else was able to make it with them BUT THEY GOT IN CONTACT WITH THE TEAM AND THEY'RE MEETING UP
voltron formed up early,,, it's getting serious folks
"so she wouldn't have me, but she runs away with some slave!" WHY ARE YOU SALTY ABOUT THAT LOTOR
Romelle and Bandor finally get to speak again, JUST GET THOSE BABIES TOGETHER DAMN IT
space battle with the iron maiden guys please you spoke too early now the real fight is starting with her gold form instead of her silver one
that's a cool attack, the crown tied up voltron after it hit his head
WHY IS BANDOR OUT THERE WITH A SINGLE SHIP THIS IS WHY HE GOT HIT
oh wow Voltron is taking such a bad beating Sven doesn't even want to help but Romelle is girlbossing so hard he can't help say yes
Voltron is freed by dumb luck, formed up blazing sword and the fight is over with a lot of explosions
Now they're back on Pollux and Romelle and Bandor finally get to hug again! Sven is officially Romelle's malewife "she gave me back my life" GOD HE'S SO IN LOVE
this episode went by so fast
/episode end
Episode 42: The Sand People oh man I remember some stuff from this episode
OH NOW YOU WANNA CARE ABOUT OTHER PLANETS CORAN
sand people lore: they're timid and sweet people and look like turtles Zarkon wants to turn them into weapons
"my horoscope tells now the time to be nasty" ZARKON'S LISTENS TO HIS HOROSCOPE?? ASTROLOGIST ZARKON CONFIRMED
PIDGE OSTRICHED INTO THE SAND AS GREEN THAT'S SO CUTE also Keith told him bless you after he sneezed, they're adorable
how are the team getting sand peoples tracks to scan on it accurately so can the lions 'smell' in order to do scans?
UNIDENTIFIED MY ASS, THAT SHIP HAS SKULL ON IT, IT'S FROM DOOM oh cool underground base- NO PIDGE GOT TAKEN DOWN BY SNAKES
ARE THEY UNSCREWING GREENS LIMBS FROM HER?
PIDGE STOP QUESTIONING PEOPLE WHO ARE GIVING YOU ADVICE ON HOW TO GET OUT OF AN ATTACK I KNOW ROMELLE ACCIDENTALLY BETRAYED YOU BUT STILL
oh the sand people definitely died if they got taken by those snakes
Pidge saying he needs to call them team, but Keith was already running towards his location He knows when his son is in trouble,,, there was a disturbance in the force
what are they even riding, I think those are the most alien looking things we've seen in this show ever
wow they really are like turtles, digging underground Allura is already treating them like puppies
I know they're trying to make the sand people humanized, but they're treating them like toddlers or animals
Allura wore a bracelet under her gloves this whole time? Well it's a gift to that one sand person now
"all sand tanks in formation!" all tanks are for the sand dipshit,, they have caterpillar treads
god now i'm humming one of the themes of the show
LMAO DO THEY KEEP COMMS OPEN SO LOTOR AND THE FORCE CAN TALK SHIT TOWARDS EACH OTHER SO PETTY
wow just like the first episode, everyone as their heads in the sand after being smacked back into the ground
THE TANKS CAN FLY?
Is avalanche just a word for snow? Because the team is getting covered with a ton of falling sand and I feel like avalanche fits for these scenes
Lotor grabbed one of them to turn into a robeast OH NO THE POOR BOY IS SO SCARED, AND HE'S THE ONE WITH PRINCESS ALLURA'S BRACELET
does yellow lion have fire breath?
How do the doomites know what Earth moles are
HOW ARE YOU GONNA STOP GIANT ROBOTS BY SHOOTING AT THEM WITHOUT A SHIP
THE COCKPITS HAVE SAND PEOPLE IN THEM NOW, THEY'RE SO CUTE
how is that bracelet still on the sand person, that some weak ass magic if it can't break metal Allura named him sandy
she's trying so hard to call out to him, but they have to form voltron anyway, this is going to get so depressing
oh they realized the S on him was keeping that robeast transformation on him so they ripped it off, and now he's in a "coma"
nobody ever dies in dotu
/episode end
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madaboutmunson · 2 years
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The Eddie Munson Tape Dates Venom, 'Welcome to Hell'
A.K.A You Introduce Eddie to The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Warnings: some Rocky Horror Picture show spoilers, swearing, fluff
Note from me: I'm not sure when this move was available for rent but the internet advises that it might have been around 1984, so that's what I'm banking on (This is literally make believe 😂)
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Eddie slams the textbook shut, "That's it, I'm calling it. It's 7pm. It's date night, and we aced four quizzes this week!"
He reaches under, leans backwards off the bed, hanging upside down, retrieves the box of tapes, and shakes them at you.
You playfully roll your eyes at him and look through the box, "Well, this one looks nice. Are we summoning something?" You pick up a black tape with a gold pentacle with what looks like a goat's head in the middle, "Will we need a goat?" You say, laughing.
Eddie purses his lips at you and represses a smile, "No, it's actually much worse than all of that...that tape means...it's your choice this evening...whatever you want."
"Seriously, anything?" You say, narrowing your eyes in disbelief.
"Yup", he nods, his curls bouncing as he does so, "It's Witching Hour," he says, smiling.
"Ok..." You get up from your desk and start to pace the floor, "what is something I'd like for us to do that we haven't already done, and you are unlikely to have picked for the other tape dates..."
You think for a moment, scratching your head. Eddie watches you eagerly, waiting for your decision.
"A movie..." You say excitedly
"Babe...* He starts looking confused because you could go to the movies whenever.
"But not just any movie...a musical"
"What like The Sound of Music or something?" He says his face screwed up in puzzlement
"The Rocky Horror Picture Show," you say matter-of-factly.
"The what now?" He says with more profound bewilderment.
You look at him. Your eyes wide and mouth open, "You don't know it?" You say slowly.
He shakes his head.
"Wow...ok", you get up from your seat, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room and down the stairs.
"Mama!!" You yell out, "Did you return the videos yet??"
She floats into the room, her bright kaftan flowing behind her, as she's fixing an earring to her ear, "No, honey, they are still there by the VCR."
She smiles at Eddie, "Hey sweetie, I heard you aced your quizzes this week. I'm so proud."
Eddie uncharacteristically smiles bashfully, "Thanks," he says, glancing at the floor.
You run over to the tapes and check if it's still there. "Got it!" You shout, holding it aloft.
"Which one, honey?" She chirps, looking in the mirror.
"Rocky Horror, Mama. Eddie doesn't know it," you shout over whilst rewinding the video.
Your Mom snaps her head around to look at Eddie and pulls precisely the same face you did, "Out of everyone in this room, Sunbeam, I would have put money on you knowing it. It's even got a character in it with your name."
Eddie tilts his head at your Mom, "Really? "
"Tom!!! Get in here. Eddie doesn't know what Rocky Horror is."
Your Dad walks in, fixing his tie, "Was this one in t' wager ledger?"
She shakes her head.
"Let the lad alone. The poor soul can't ken everything," he says, tutting at her, "You know who Joe Cocker is don' ya lad?"
"Yeah, of course, I do," Eddie says quickly.
Your Dad smiles and puts his hand out towards your Mom. she then walks over to her purse, opens it and gives your Dad $10 begrudgingly.
"Look, you two leave Eddie alone, alright?" You say, walking over and wrapping your arms around Eddie from behind, "I'll find that book and burn it", you joke.
"Wow, overprotective much?" Your Mom says wide-eyed.
"You know what, just get outta my sight! The pair of you!" you say, imitating your best Eddie tantrum.
"Yeah, sure, sure," your Mom says, laughing.
Everyone in the house is very acquainted with Eddie's tantrums by now. No one has ever personally been the target of any. It was mostly inanimate objects or someone at the other end of the phone.
Eddie looks round at you, impressed.
"That's my lady in shining armour. You're getting much better at those, you know. Maybe throw in some blasphemy next time," he says, smiling happily at you. You give him a kiss on the cheek and dash to the kitchen.
You grab some movie snacks and sprint back to Eddie on the sofa, bundling the snacks towards him as you press play on the tape.
"Now, I know I got annoyed with George for asking questions during a movie, but I've seen this movie a bunch of times. So feel free to ask away," you say encouragingly.
"Too many times", your Dad adds.
You roll your eyes, "Just ignore them", you say playfully before leaning over the back of the couch, yelling, "Don't ruin this for Eddie, ok? Keep it down, have a great night!"
You sit next to Eddie, but not too close as you don't want to miss his reactions to the movie.
The red lipstick-coated mouth appears on screen, and Eddie listens intently to the song, "So these are all old B Movies, right?" He asks without turning to you.
"Yeah, exactly, it's kinda setting you up for what to expect," you say excitedly.
With the song over, he grabs a handful of chips and crunches them, "Wait! Go back, go back. Did that car say what I think it said?"
"It did", you laugh.
His brow furrowed as the next song starts up, but it soon disappears, and he gives a few small laughs at the backing singers and Brad's apparent partial regret.
The criminologist lures Eddie in with his monologue, and the thunderclap makes Eddie jump a little, "Police reports? This was not the Mary Poppins I was expecting, and the music is like 50s kind of?" He says, pleasantly surprised.
"You like it already?" You say hopefully
"Um...I wouldn't go that far, but when you said musical, I didn't think it would be like this," he says thoughtfully, concentrating on the screen.
"Oh, you just wait, lad", your Dad booms from the hallway.
You shush your Dad loudly. You can hear your Dad laughing heartily as he walks away.
"Is this guy like the hunchback of Notre dame or something?" He says, taking a swig of his soda, "No, wait...they're going in there? Have they never seen a horror movie before? Idiots!" He tuts.
"Don't wait up!" You Mom calls out as the front door closes behind them.
"Bye!" You both shout in unison without breaking your respective views. Eddie's eyes, on the screen, you watching a mix of emotions on Eddie's face.
His eyes widen, and he almost chokes on his drink. "Is that...er...a french maid outfit she has on?" He manages, clearing his throat a few times.
You smile at his reaction, "Sure is."
"Holy shit, babe," he says, grinning, "What have you gotten me into?" He says, taking off his jacket.
"Oh wait, this sounds familiar...I'm sure I've heard this song before around the drama dept." He says, watching the dance unfold on screen. You just about catch him tapping his fingers on his thigh to the beat, but don't mention it.
Eddie was very particular about music, and while a good beat didn't mean he actually loved the song, it meant that at least he respected it. Much like when you'd played him some of the music you liked.
He laughs, "Ok, this is mad. Well, you know...they all seem insane, but are they giving you dance instructions during the film?"
"Absolutely", you answer happily, "Apparently, public showings of this movie welcome audience participation. I've not been to one myself."
Eddie points his hand towards the scene, exasperated, "Turn around, Jesus Christ guys, there is already someone in that lift."
You see Eddie carefully scan Tim Curry's character: "Why is he in a cloak? Is he like a vampire or something?"
You don't say anything just yet because you already know what's coming. As Dr Frank N. Furter gets to the stage and throws off his cloak and his new outfit is revealed, Eddie loses his grip on the bowl of chips. Which, thankfully, just drops a few centimetres into his lap. His jaw has fallen, and the chips on their way to their demise, in his other hand, were frozen in space and time.
He slowly turns to you and whispers "What the fuck?"
You smile back and maybe get a little worried. Perhaps this was a step too far for Eddie. You knew he was more liberal than most, but maybe you'd hit a line.
"Are you ok? Want me to turn it off, Babe?" You say, motioning to get up.
Eddie's arm flings out, stopping you in your tracks, "Oh no...I have to see what happens now. This is way too...different", he says, still staring at the screen, "Wait...he's a Scientist?" Then, finally, he lets out a laugh, and you can relax again.
"Well, if you want me to turn it off at any point, just say alright? No judgement here. It's not for everyone," you say, gently rubbing the top of his shoulder in reassurance.
"I mean, I doubt it, but I will if I've had enough", he chuckles and says, "I'm currently amazed that your parents are ok with you watching this."
"You've met them", you laugh, "They have strange boundaries. Like me watching this in the house is fine. But, watching this in a public place, in a costume from the movie, would be a big no. It's not the content that is the issue, you know?"
He nods and then processes everything you just said, "Wait, people get dressed up like these characters? In public? Just the girls, right?" He says, with a nervous gulp, trying to compute the scene in his head.
"Oh no, everyone. Lots of guys dress up too," you say matter-of-factly.
"Hmmm," he says thoughtfully but says no more.
As two of the main characters are having their clothes removed, you nearly get slammed back into your seat by Eddie's hand whizzing out at top speed to cover your eyes, "Hey, what's the big idea??" You say playfully, trying to push his hand away.
"You expect me to just sit here and do nothing while you gawk at some other guy in his tighty whities?" He laughs mirthfully.
"You are so silly, Eddie. Besides, I've seen all of this before, many times..." You pretend to sigh in a lovesick way, "and it gets much worse from here on in," you say, craning your neck up and licking the palm of his hand.
"So you think he's hot then?" Eddie says, wiping his hand on your jeans. He sounds like he's joking, but you aren't sure.
"Who, Brad? No, of course not!" You assure him genuinely.
He shuffles back into his comfortable slouch on the sofa and takes your hand in his. A few moments pass as he watches the screen. He then quickly turns to you with a weirded-out frown on his face, "What about the guy in the pearls?" His eyes bore into you, trying to pry out your secrets, you don't say anything, but your face betrays you as it can't hold back a smile.
"Eddie, you're missing the movie" is all you can say and point at the screen.
"Hmmm," he says suspiciously, "I might have missed a few seconds of the movie, but I am still learning an awful lot here."
"Wait...he's flirting with both of them...isn't he?" Eddie says observably.
You nod at the screen, an approving expression on your face.
"Oh!" He says, his eyebrows shoot up on his face, "Oh, I see...Ok then" He gives your hand a little squeeze and continues watching the movie.
"Those might be the smallest, tightest shorts I've seen in my entire life," Eddie says with a comical look.
"You should get some," you say, nudging him gently.
"You think you could handle that? You can barely keep it together when I'm fully dressed. You'd end up in Pennhurst," he giggles.
Eddie tries not to make it too obvious, but he side-eyes you throughout the workout scene of the movie, looking for any tells or reactions of your own. It was such an insight into his mind, what he thought you, or people in general, found attractive.
There was obviously no question in your mind about how physically attractive Eddie was. His face was perfectly formed, with those big beautiful eyes, sculpted jaw, perfect pout, and fantastic physique. However, he was so much more than a photo still could ever capture.
You know, because you'd tried, the pouches full of photos you had of him, the Polaroids and photo booth snaps that consumed the frame of your dresser mirror and were busy crawling up your wall.
It was his moments in motion, the way his eyes expressed things his words wouldn't let himself say sometimes. His little mannerisms. The way he walked and dodged things almost hips first. His thinking noises and how animated his hands and whole body could be when talking. It wasn't enough to say something to Eddie. He had to show you too.
You were obviously biased, but sometimes it boggled your mind how anyone could have passed up a chance to date him.
Eddie hears Columbia squeal his name, and he's on the edge of his seat. His eyes widen as he points at the screen, "That's Meatloaf!! And he's wearing..." Eddie grins hugely and shakes his head, patting your leg "...a vest and rings?" He raises an eyebrow.
You could tell he was enjoying this song but trying to hide it. His fingers drummed on his thigh, and his lips were tucked back into his mouth. You slide over a bit closer and shimmy your shoulders next to his. He looks over at you and joins in a bit more, making you smile so hard your cheeks feel like they are having their own workout.
"I don't think I've seen you dance, like ordinary dance before," you say, pleasantly surprised.
His smile is a little shy, but he looks pleased to have impressed you, "Not to give away the surprise, but I have a fairly good rhythm, as you know", he winks at you. Sending the bashfulness back into your court with a mighty swing.
The look of surprise on your face has rendered you speechless as he leans over to kiss you, but soon enough, the saxophone solo steals his eyes back to the screen.
"Has he got an ice pick? I knew this was gonna go badly. No!! Not my guy!!" He fake pleads with the TV screen.
He watches the next section of the movie with his ringed hand to his mouth, "So like...you know...with everyone?" The variety of coloured lights flickering across his face.
"I think that's what they are implying in his interactions with other characters, sure", you agree.
"Wow, and this is a stage musical?" He says slowly with incredulity.
"Yeah, since the '73 or '74 maybe, I think," you say, shrugging.
"How?" He says in amazement, "Like it's great, but I mean..." He gestures a hand towards the screen, "it's a bit...um...spicy, isn't it?" He laughs
"Yeah, absolutely, sometimes stage is a lot spicier than the movies will allow for. I heard," you don't say anything, but hearing Eddie say 'It's great is all you could have wanted from the viewing, but you don't voice it out loud just yet.
"What is she...wait...she's not...is she?" Eddie looks at you like you've just told him the most scandalous gossip and looks back at the screen with Janet singing. He laughs at the lyrics and reaches over to squeeze your knee, "Oh, busted for sure", pointing at Janet and Rocky.
As Dr Scott makes his way up to the lab, Eddie laughs so much that he's clutching his sides. He can barely get words out, "What...even...Ha...why?" Is all you manage to translate
"Absent friends? A tender subject? And a song for me?" He says, giggling to himself, "Aww, fantastic" he applauds as the scene draws to a close.
When the song in the theatre starts up and takes him entirely by surprise again, a few minor coughs where he'd almost choked on some chips, "What rating is this, again??" He says, laughing.
He doesn't say much for the remainder of the movie. Instead, he drapes his arm around your shoulders and observes the screen, occasionally snacking until the credit roll.
"Well? What is the Eddie Munson verdict on the movie?" You say, smiling up at him.
He turns his body towards you and takes a deep breath, "Hmmm, that might be one of the craziest things I've ever seen in my entire life. I'm not sure if it's for me..." He trails off
"Oh, really?" You pout. You were sure he'd been enjoying it. Maybe you had read him wrong the entire time.
He gets up from his seat and goes over to the VCR, "Yeah...maybe we could watch it once more to help me decide properly", he says, grinning at you with a little wink as he rewinds the tape.
"Oh, Eddie!" You say, throwing a cushion at him, realising you had been got, hook, line and sinker.
He skillfully dodges the cushion, presses play on the tape, pushes the coffee table to the side, flops back down in the seat next to you, and pulls you in towards him.
"So... we'll totally go see this at the theatre, right?" He asks nonchalantly.
"Of course, we can!!" You say excitedly.
"Maybe not in Hawkins, though. Shit...maybe not even in Indiana," he laughs.
You nod, understanding his meaning, and squeeze him tightly, wrapping your arms around his torso excitedly.
"Ok, but why have you moved the snacks so far away?" You say, puzzled.
"Oh, you know...just making some dancing room," he says coyly before grabbing you and pulling you out of your seat with him, and sway dances with you to Science Fiction/Double Feature.
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TMNT Cowabunga Collection!
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I finally got around to playing the TMNT Cowabunga Collection! It's super rad! Digital Eclipse always do excellent work with their retro compilations, but it seems they've been given a bigger budget to mess with this time and it really shows.
There is an absolutely *insane* amount of museum content in this one, folks. Design documents, promotional/catalogue stuff including stuff sent to stores, comic covers, a full music player and even screencaps from every TMNT series right up to the recent ROTTMNT.
The game selection is really nice, and covers Konami's entire Turtles output from the NES up to the SNES and Genesis, including Game Boy games and ports. Many of these games are absurdly rare and expensive, so to own them as part of my collection finally is really cool! There are fighting games, beat 'em ups, platformers and even a Metroidvania! From the iconic arcade game to the infamous NES game, there's a great selection here for any style of player.
Also! Game enhancements! You're given the ability to toggle bespoke improvements for each game like reduced flickering, improved framerates, even better map icons for the Game Boy Metroidvania game! Also, select games have multiplayer enabled! The fighting game, Tournament Fighters, even goes as far as to boast rollback netcode for silky-smooth online punchin'. Online isn't my thing, but it's a super cool feature for online players.
Circling back to the museum content - I really love that the Nintendo and Sega branding hasn't been censored/omitted from the box art scans. It was a pretty conspicuous thing in the Disney Afternoon Collection, so it's cool to see they secured the rights to use all that stuff here. Also odd to see the Nintendo Seal of Quality in a PS4 game! This also extends to the naming of the consoles, it literally just says NES, SNES, GEN etc as opposed to "Console N" and "Console S" and "Handheld" like in the Disney Classics Collection. Much less confusing!
As far as emulation goes, it's all pretty stellar. Nice integer scaling, remappable controls, rewind, save state (although seemingly only one per game). I'd have liked to see some nicer CRT filters, as the ones featured here are pretty subtle scanline overlays and don't do much for me. I really loved the TV Filter setting in Disney Classics Collection, so it's a shame it's not as good here.
My other criticism is of the game selection screen - it looks really nice and fluid, but is on a carousel organised by console - you're never shown the full game list and navigating the game menu can be a little disorienting, as slick as it looks. Folks into UI design likely know how frustrating carousel layouts get over time. The option to just switch to a basic list would've been greatly appreciated.
OTHER THAN THAT THO this is an absolute gold standard for retro compilations. It's lovingly presented, well-built, content rich and super, super comprehensive. If you're into the Turts, retro games or you just want a fun variety of games to play with your buds, this is an absolute must-buy.
Here's waiting to see what Digi Eclipse does with the upcoming Atari 50th Anniversary Collection! I can't wait, but for now, The Cowabunga Collection takes pride of place in my ever-growing Retro rerelease collection.
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Me: season 7 jay my beloved
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It’s a book Steve’s actually read.
Well, Nancy kinda mostly read it to him. Which really just makes the whole thing hurt a little bit more.
His speakers were crackling and he had turned the bass up high enough that the song was distorted, vibrating through his car.
It was embarrassing. Scream-singing to Kate Bush while sobbing into your steering wheel in the high school parking lot.
He’s just got a lot of feelings, and Nancy dumped in that alleyway, he can literally see it and Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy. I’ve come home, I’m so cold.
Which, it’s all just bullshit. Pardon the word.
Because, Catherine and Heathcliff don’t even fucking end up together. There’s something about family difference and he remembers Nancy saying socioeconomic like that word meant anything to him and Catherine winds up dead of bad brain-itis and Healthcliff is a dick so they never should’ve been together anyway.
But, whatever.
He’s feeling very much like Catherine right now. Standing on the moors with a broken heart.
Because fuck Heathcliff. And fuck Nancy.
Kate Bush is the only one he can trust anymore. 
Her and her red dress and Steve’s insides feel like that red fucking dress in a way he can’t explain and Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window-
He just about jumped out of his skin when the passenger door opened.
One too-tan hand reached out to crank the volume down on the song, and a too-pink tongue slid across too-white teeth and
“Harrington, I’m obligated to tell you that you’re acting like a pussy.”
Hargrove.
Y’know, he’s the top of Steve’s Fuck List. Right there with Nancy and Heathcliff, and everyone else who sucks shit and makes people feel bad.
“Can it, dickhead.”
To be fair, Steve was ugly crying to Kate Bush by himself in his car, but he’s allowed to be a pussy by himself in his car.
Hargrove just gave Steve a look that Steve’s pretty sure meant I’m resisting the urge to punch you in the face right now, but was undercut by that stupid fucking tongue of his lolling around like some kinda hyper-sexual golden retriever.
Meanwhile, Kate Bush was still singing and Steve was still Cathy on the moors.
“I’m fucking sad, or whatever. Let me be a pussy.”
“Oh, come on, Harrington. You really this cut up about some prissy little princess? She’s not even the best this town has and that is saying something.”
“Y’know, for a guy that’s constantly calling all the girls in town ugly, you sure do fuck a lot of ‘em.”
“At least I’m getting some. When was the last time the princess put out, eh? Or was she savin’ it for marriage? I could see her bein’ one of those types.”
He said those types like he wasn’t wearing a saint’s pendant around his neck. Like Steve didn’t see his family all sitting uncomfortably silent together in the diner after mass every single Sunday afternoon.
It was weird, seeing Billy in a nice shirt. All buttoned up properly with his hair looking all respectful. Especially since Steve was usually high off his ass and slurping down a strawberry milkshake with cheese fries like he’d die if he didn’t.
“I’m not gonna talk about my sex life with you, Hargrove.”
“Aw, why not, Harrington. Don’t wanna compare body counts? You embarrassed or something?” Billy was grinning that shitty sharp grin of his, still waggling his fucking tongue as he leaned closer to Steve. “You still a virgin, King Steve?”
The song ended. Steve rewound the tape. It started up again.
He needed Kate now more than ever.
“Of fucking course I’m not. I’m just not some gross asshole that goes around telling everyone who’ve I’ve fucked. It’s called being a decent guy.”
“It’s called being a prude. Now, c’mon. Tell me who’ve you fucked. Maybe we’re tunnel buddies.”
Steve wanted to throw up. Kate was on the moors again.
“You’re disgusting. Tunnel buddies. How gross can you even get?”
“I hope that’s a rhetorical question.”
“I don’t know what that means and you’re a shithead.”
Hargrove tossed his head back and laughed, showing off those teeth that looked like they could take a chunk out of Steve’s flesh if Billy got close enough to try.
You had a temper like my jealousy. Too hot, too greedy.
“Seriously, though.” Billy had stopped laughing. “What is this shit?”
“She’s Kate Bush and she speaks to my heart.”
Billy just stared at him.
Yeah, that was a pretty pussy thing to say.
“I just got fucking dumped, dude. Let me be sad about it,” Steve backpedaled.
And then Billy did something very unexpected.
Well, he did something very normal for his character, and then he did something unexpected.
He lit up a cigarette.
And then passed it to Steve.
Steve filled up his lungs with a thick drag of smoke. He held it for as long as he could.
Which was really long.
Swimmer’s lungs. And that.
He blew out the smoke. Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window.
“Is this fucking song based on Wuthering Heights?”
“Yeah, you dumb dumb. It’s fucking called Wuthering Heights.”
“Okay, dumb dumb, I clearly don’t even know this song.”
“Maybe you’d be less of an ass if you did. Dumb dumb.”
Billy lit a cigarette for himself, letting the smoke trail out of his mouth like he was some kind of dragon.
Billy probably fancies himself a dragon. Thinks he’s this big scary creature that just goes around breathing fire and ransacking villages for their gold.
Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely on the other side from you. I pine a lot, I find the lot falls through without you.
Really, he’s probably like a dog of some kind.
Domesticated.
“You’re staring at me.”
Yeah. Steve was staring at him. Watching him smoke while Kate Bush played loudly. The speakers still sounded like shit even though Billy had turned down the song considerably.
Steve didn’t know when he had stopped crying.
Probably right when Billy had let himself into his cave of self pity, but his face was still wet.
He wiped it off, not pointing out that Billy had been staring at him too.
“Why are you here so late? Practice ended like, an hour ago.”
Billy shrugged lamely. He kinda looked like a little kid.
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window. 
“Bored. Didn’t feel like being home.”
“So you came to sit in the break-up mobile with me. How nice.”
“Mostly I just wanted to make fun of you for listening to this garbage. I could hear it across the lot.”
And sure enough, Billy’s car was parked a good ways down from Steve, about as far away as their two cars could be from one another.
Steve doubts Billy heard Kate all this way, but what’s he gonna do, bring that up?
No. He’s rather sit in this weird silence that settled between them, feeling awkward about himself and his body and listen to Kate.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering, Wuthering Heights
“She’s not worht it, y’know.”
Steve had to do a double take to make sure it was still Billy sitting in his passenger seat, and not some cheap imposter wearing a Billy-suit and saying almost nice things to Steve in a not-mean voice.
“What’d you say earlier? Plenty of bitches in the sea?” Steve would’ve laughed at that comment when Billy made it if they weren’t naked together.
There’s something things you don’t do while naked with another guy, and laughing just isn’t one of them.
Plus, he had been a little too focused on figuring out why Billy’s nudity had given him that same hot feeling that nearly seeing Rob Lowe’s dick in The Outsiders movie gave him last year.
“I mean, it’s true. Don’t sweat this break-up. She seemed like an uptight bitch anyway.”
“Hey.”
Steve was still a little too sore, a little too fresh from the split to trash talk Nance like that.
“Whatever. Get high. Look at some porn. You’ll be fine.”
Ooh, let me have it. Let me grab your soul away.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Silence again.
Kate was back to the chorus.
The song was almost over.
“You could always go on the rebound. get her out of your mind with someone that’ll actually put out.”
Hargrove had barely even said it before he was yanking Steve forward, giving him no time to prepare as their mouthed smooshed together in something that was very very awkward, and very very sloppy.
Steve still had tears on his cheeks, and his cigarette was getting dangerously close to the filter, threatening to burn his fingers, and Kate was still singing, and Billy was kissing him, and dear God Steve’s at least a little bit gay.
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window. 
They drifted apart from one another just in time for Steve to rewind the song again.
“So, uh, yeah,” Billy said, and his cheeks were this wonderful shade of red, and Steve couldn’t stop thinking about Kate’s red dress and that fucking kiss and he was on the moors again, but this time he and Billy were making out in the grass and oh fuck, oh fuck-
“Yeah. Good.”
“Good?” Billy raised on of those dark eyebrows at him, his cheeks still burning.
“Good. Very good.”
Billy nodded a few times, sucking on his cigarette. Steve suddenly remembered he had dropped his on the floormates and tried to stamp it out before it got singed to bad.
“Okay then. Good.” Billy opened the passenger door, stepping out and flicking away his cigarette. He seemed to think for a moment, before turning around, leaning his upper body into Steve’s car.
Steve thought they were going to kiss again.
He was ready to go for it, ready to let his eyes close and maybe let it lead to more. He was Cathy and he was ready for some action.
But Billy just grinned again.
And skipped the song.
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Hey. Hey Gentry. Wyvern!AfO getting hit with Eri's Rewind so he's tiny hatchling, but still has all his memories.
(The Muses wanted Deaged izuku instead... Sorry, @proclaimersofheroes)
All Might had tears in his eyes but he was starting to stay strong and not to succumb to unnecessary emotions… No, that was it, he was crying. Midoriya Izuku, proud wyvern, somewhat okay squire, watched the Symbol of Peace break all composure and cry.
“You’re so cute,” the eighth One for All holder sobbed.
Izuku, currently lying in the fireplace, the flames a warm blanket over his juvenile scales, flicked his tail, unamused.
That was apparently not the thing to do as all of 1-A, All Might, Shinsou and Eri cooed. Everyone except Kacchan, who had his back against the wall, as far as he could physically be from Izuku. His unease didn’t make sense, though, not when Izuku was far smaller than that time where Kacchan had damaged part of his hoard and Izuku had amicably tried to eat his face.
He deserved it. Hoardbreaker. Worse than a thief.
Ashido even started to reach out, remembering at the last second that Izuku had set residency inside the hearth. The best decision he had taken in the past hour as, when people had calmed down then calmed down Eri, everyone seemed to have mistaken him for a plushie.
He didn’t fail to notice how no one wanted to cuddle when he was his usual size. It was all “Midoriya, don’t sleep on me, you’re too heavy.” “Midoriya, don’t pounce on me, it’s scary to see a predator do that.” “Midoriya, don’t even think about –AAAAAAAAAH-“ or “Is it breakfast time yet… DRAGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON! – Oh, sorry Midoriya, my brain thought you were about to eat me.”
But as soon as he was the size of a young cat, no one seemed to be able to keep their hands to themselves!
“Traitors,” he muttered under his breath in Draconic, not because he didn’t want to be heard by his classmates but because his wyvern throat couldn’t speak Common.
Of course, All Might picked on it –the Supreme knight had to know all the basic languages- but curiously, that made him smile. Izuku wondered why, was distracted by some fireproof fingers that wanted to tickle him and which were about to be bitten off when Aizawa barged into the house they were borrowing, on the outskirts of the village.
And he was bringing a full rabbit!
Yaoyorozu took a step back when she saw it.
The best in teacher in the world, the man that Izuku loved very much, knelt by the fireplace, worry all over his face. Izuku immediately decided that this man deserved half of the rabbit. Or maybe a quarter. He was a growing reptile.
“Midoriya, do you feel warm enough?”
“Sensei, he is literally standing in fire.”
Aizawa turned towards Kaminari and whatever the Roc bird saw inside his bloodshot eyes made hm take a step back, his hands raised to show that he wasn’t a threat.
“Young draconics imperatively need to be kept warm,” the teacher explained, managing to make it sound both like an impromptu lesson and a threat at the same time. “If he was a dragon, he would need to be kept in a bigger dragon’s mouth. If he was a wyrm, he would need to be buried in a warm soil and also to be underground. But since he is a wyvern, I have no idea of how to take care of him!”
According to his dad, young wyverns had to be kept right under their father’s wing and to stay right there during the entire winter instead of hiding under piles of gold and playing with cursed objects. However, since Sensei seemed a little stressed, Izuku decided not to tell him that.
“And worse, if anything even slightly reptile shaped learn that we have a hatchling…”
“NOT A HATCHLING!” Izuku hissed.
“… here,” Aizawa continued. “They will bring chaos and destruction in their wake to rescue him. With a little luck, they might even eat me and stop putting me in situation where I have to set a student on fire.”
All Might patted his colleague’s back. “It won’t last. It’s a matter of days at most. We just have to get him to that Fallen in Tartarus who can age people and all will be back to normal.”
“I doubt it will be so simple,” Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if the perspective of things coming back to normal wasn’t as relaxing as one would have thought. “She is locked up for life. How are we supposed to convince her to help?”
“I was planning on biting her ankle until she used her blessing on me,” Izuku informed him.
Aizawa blinked.
And before he could say anything else, the sound of the bells. One ring, that echoed from the entire village, for the bells of the temple ere either used to celebrate or to warn everyone of a danger.
One ring for something roaming in the woods, that wouldn’t approach as long as you were with the rest of group, safe with the rest of your people, everyone with one hand or their pitchforks. Two for a Fallen, enough for a knight to intervene. Three for something worse. Four for when you had no other choice than to hide into your house and to pray that the law of hospitality and the sanctity of the threshold would be enough to keep back the force whatever was passing through.
And if you had offended it, curse on you and your blood for bringing back a calamity to your home.
Izuku, just everyone, counted. One. Two. Three… Four… Five?
In all his life, he had never heard of five rings.
All Might rose to his feet, the goofy teacher gone, replaced by a knight about to go on a hunt. His sword started to sing, a low hum that Izuku could only hear when he was wearing scales, and that made him want to hide far back in the fireplace and not to come out.
The sound of wings covered it and a shadow fell over the village, whatever was flying above them high enough to obscure the sun.
A roar followed. But of course, that word wasn’t enough to convey how that sound felt. Coming from such a massive beast, it was a force, something that could be felt to the inside of one’s bones, bringing memories of dark nights back when men were powerless and the predators knew it. It was mighty on its own but just a shadow of what had created it, a warning for what was to come.
Students whimpered. Aizawa grew pale, gulping down, afraid but refusing to show it. All Might’s hand clutched the sword at his side until his knuckles became white.
And Izuku left the warmth of the fireplace, barely paying attention to it as he had recognized the presence far above them.
“Oh, my dad is here!” he explained.
He flew out, snatching the rabbit Aizawa was still holding because it would be a shame to waste it, and he left by the opened door. The least he could do was to greet his dad. Maybe they could share the rabbit.
In any case, he didn’t want his dad to see his classmates and his teachers.
For now, he didn’t need to know Izuku was a squire.
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bakubub · 2 years
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favourite time of year
w/c: 1.2k
written for @kal0psi-a 's halloween collab
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folding the sticky dough carefully, just as the recipe instructed, i try my best to ignore the itching in my nose in a feeble attempt to stay concentrated, but give up when it starts to irritate my eyes.
"eughh, because of you there's flour in my nose," i complain to my boyfriend, who has his chin hooked over my shoulder and very heavily leaning over me.
"hey, don't complain! have you seen my hair?" he asks, stretching his neck to show me. sure enough, his hair is more white than it is black. i rake my hand through it before he can say anything, my dough covered hands clumping his hair together as an avalanche of flour sprinkles all over my chest.
he screeches, jumping back from me and i quickly use this chance to start running, because based on previous incidents, there's a 90% chance he will chase me relentlessly.
his cough from across the kitchen halts my escape plan, "are you happy now? i have flour in my nose too," he complains.
i watch in amusement as a cloud of flour puffs around him in the shape of a mushroom as he sneezes heavily, looking quite literally like a cartoon character and quickly near him to snap a picture. this will do nicely for the autumn section in this year's album.
since we started dating, tetsuro and i have been taking photos of one another, which we organise into albums by year, separated by season. it started when he gave me an album on our first anniversary, now, 6 years later and married, putting together an album of the past year has become tradition. each season we do an activity that correlates with the vibe, and today, we're making pumpkin pie with halloween shape indents because really, what else comes to mind when you think of fall?
i laugh loudly at the photo i took, his face caught mid sneeze, and it seems to flick the switch deep within tetsuro that i thought i had flicked earlier, and his feline gaze snaps to mine, before lurching forward in an attempt to catch me. i move just in the nick of time and run to the other side of the bench. he chases me until we're playing cat and mouse around the bench like children, slowly stalking one another as the other makes it as though they're backtracking but running forward instead.
"give up, wicked witch!" he exclaims, putting his right hand on his heart and holding the other outwards as he closes his eyes, apparently overwhelmed with emotion, "it is i, prince tetsu-" in the midst of his theatrics, i move in for the kill. his need for dramatics is most definitely his achille's heel, i think as i stab him in the hip with my fingers, and he yelps, opening his eyes only to find the mouse catching the cat.
"and the wicked witch of fall wins!" i yell, jumping up and down, getting flour all over the hardwood floors.
"fine, this round goes to you. your reward? a magical kiss from your prince charming," he says, leaning in and halting my celebration.
"the prince kisses the witch? haven't heard this fairy-tale before," i mutter before he silences me by placing a soft but unhurried kiss on my lips. my hands automatically make their way around his neck, and i lean back slightly as his hands firmly hold my waist, providing protection and support even in a moment as miniscule as this. in the glow of the autumn sunset, painting our kitchen with a golden hue, with the man i love in front of me, everything is perfect. we break off, his forehead leaning on mine, neither of us moving away.
"this is our fairy-tale, with its own happy ending."
looking up, I'm met with his golden brown stare, the small specks of gold especially visible in this lighting, practically glowing. his white turtle neck hugging his form nicely, and his raven hair sprinkled with flour, i can't help but wonder if this is what we're going to be like in the future, when we've lived our lives, and grown old together; the only indication of our age being the salt and pepper hair, and the slightly more prominent lines around our eyes from spending a lifetime of smiling.
because that's how it would be, i think, to have tetsuro next to me for eternity, to smile and to laugh every day.
he has to kneel down considerably to reach my lips with his own, to rest his forehead on mine, but the look on his face and the emotion in his familiar, beautiful eyes reflect nothing but comfort and content, genuine even as he says stupid and cliché things. in a way, he’s promising me nothing but a life full of the music of our happiness.
"i love you, witch," he whispers, as if afraid to ruin the moment by speaking.
i kiss him again, before pulling out my secret weapon and dumping more flour over his head. "love you too, prince!" i screech as i run away. i hear his chuckles as he chases after me, muttering empty promises of revenge just as he did before, and every other time, and hopefully, if my luck holds out, every time after.
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"okay, nod gonna lie, dis ith really goo-dh" i say, speaking with a mouth full of the pumpkin pie we finally got around to baking.
i watch him snap a photo of me, smiling through my full mouth, knowing full well i have pie all over my mouth and teeth.
“you’ve never looked better, babe,” he says, chuckling, before trying it himself, moaning through his full mouth, "oh mhy gohd." i roll my eyes as he continues, "baby, thth is fudding amathing," he says, taking another, and then another bite.
“slow it down, moron. you’re going to choke and the wicked witch is going to have to ruin her comfy position to give you the heimlich,” i say, my legs crossed on the carpeted floor with my feet nice and warm in my thick panda bear socks.
“how abouth we sthip straighd to the kith of life?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows with a mouth full of pie.
"how about you shuffle the cards, prince? i'll pick a movie," i suggest, or rather order, raising my brows. he salutes sarcastically as he sets down his plate and goes to get our worn out deck of uno cards.
"i thought you were a witch, not a princess," he mutters once he swallows his pie.
"actually, i married the prince so that legally makes me a princess. c'mon tetsuro," i say, pressing play on a random comedy to play in the background.
with the fireplace going under the television, and our pumpkin spice and cinnamon candles lit, the room is cozy, warm and calm.
that is until tetsuro yells his profanities about me placing a 2+ on his 4+.
"THAT'S NOT ALLOWED! YOU CAN ONLY PLACE A 4+ ON TOP OF A 4+"
"since WHEN?! THIS WASN'T THE RULE LAST WEEK!" i scream back, refusing to back down. i am not picking up four cards. "i would never cheat. unlike YOU," i accuse, shoving another fork full of the pie into my mouth in defiance.
he dramatically gasps shoving a fork full of pie into his own mouth, and glares at me. i glare right back, both of us wordlessly agreeing that whoever loses the staring competition loses the uno argument. ignoring the burning in my eyes, i keep my expression neutral as i watch the tears building up in tetsuro's lashline, his right eye twitching and turning slightly red.
"YES!" i scream as he blinks, wiping his eyes and sighing dramatically before beginning to pick up six cards, unable to come up with an excuse.
i laugh mercilessly and we continue the game, which i ended up winning after he picked up another 12 cards, flashing me the 'please have mercy on me' eyes every time he reached for the deck.
"you really are a wicked little witch aren't you?" he mutters as he gets up. i snort in response, eating the last of my pie.
"i wanna another slice," he announces. "you want?" nodding eagerly, i give him my plate.
"i want a slice with a bat," i call out, referring to the misshapen shapes we cut out on the top layer of the pie.
when he came back, he halted at the door as he silently watches me set up face masks and mani-pedi equipment on the coffee table, the entire pie tray with two forks, instead of two slices, in his hands. i raised my eyebrows, and he mirrors my expression towards my makeshift salon on the floor of our living room.
we both shrug and he comes and sits next to me, picking up a face mask packet and reading the description.
"ooh! aloe vera!"
that's how we ended up watching shitty comedies all night with white face masks on and stomachs stuffed with pie.
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laying in bed my head resting on tetsuro's shoulder and my hand rhythmically stroking his hair, i bask in the feeling of comfort and my mind being stress free. shielded from the cold night with a million blankets and the massive man sleeping next to me, with my especially cold, numb feet tucked under his thigh, i match my breathing with his easily as i follow after him into a deep slumber.
because that's what the season of autumn is about, really. taking it easy after the adventurous months that were spring and summer, to rewind and become a home-bug again as the weather cools down. and these moments with tetsuro?
these moments are what makes this my favourite time of year.
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ahhh this was so, so fun!! special thanks to @/kal0psi-a for organising this entire collab <3
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rosyfingereddawnn · 3 years
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i’ll follow the sun
pairing: jimmy page x reader
warnings: fluff fluff and more fluff. did i mention fluff?
words: 1.3k
summary: in an attempt to escape his rockstar life for a while, jimmy whisks you away to the countryside. waking up next to him might just be the best part of your little vacation.
author’s note: okay Hi everyone i’m so sorry i’m very inspired. a little note that heart of gold and that’s the way are still on, and i love you all. this was Literally based on a dream i had, so. enjoy :)) oh also hi @dazedstevie i was your anon hehe
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Sunlight ripples across the sea of canary yellow that decorates the quaint room, and its rays burn against your eyelids as they flutter open. You had always thought it was too bright of a colour for the room; too lively. He had insisted, though, and ultimately, you gave in.
The shrill song of a twittering bird rings through the still summer air, and the light casts murky shadows across your bare shoulder, as memories of the night before flit through your mind. His hands on you, grazing every inch of your skin that he could reach. His rose-petal lips chapped, yet soft as they met yours in a blaze of fiery passion. You were his, and he was yours. You felt complete, with him next to you.
Blinking away the sleep that threatens to close your eyes once more, a familiar scent reaches your nose; light notes of shampoo and cigarette smoke dancing in harmony. Distracted, you jolt when an arm slides over your hip, cradling you in its soft embrace. Despite the warmth that permeates the room, that sends beads of sweat down your back, goosebumps litter the arm thrown carelessly across your waist. The fine, dark hair that decorates it shines in the morning light. Shifting ever-so-slightly, you are greeted by a long mop of midnight curls tickling your face. They spill across the snow-white pillows like a river of inky darkness; the perfect contrast.
Your hand cards through his hair as you reveal the relaxed face of your beloved. Eyelids shutter beautiful emerald green, and you trail the tip of your finger down his cheek. He stirs, burrowing closer to you even in sleep, and you smile. The mysterious Jimmy Page would rather be caught dead, than be seen like this in public. He has a “reputation to uphold”, as he’s told you time and time again.
Behind closed doors, though, you were privy to a different side of the guitar god. He was chivalrous and sweet, always keeping an eye on your happiness and needs. At times, it seemed as though he knew you better than you knew yourself, and was always there.
“It’s because of our signs, dear. Written in the stars,” he’s always said, the smirk on his lips doing nothing to determine whether he was joking or not. Frankly, you weren’t sure how much you believed in astrology, and always enjoyed teasing him about the subject. You do know, however, that you would follow him anywhere, do anything for him, as he would for you.
Jimmy was also, to your initial surprise, rather domestic. He lived for rainy days in, when you would bake together, among other things. Somehow, those kinds of days always seemed to end with flour blanching both of your faces, a forgotten record mingling with the sounds of explosive laughter. He lived for quiet mornings with you, much like this one.
Though he was gone rather often, you trusted him to come back to you. To love you, and only you. You knew about the groupies, and really, you couldn't blame him for indulging in hidden vices. After many, many discussions, you had agreed that whatever happened on tour, stayed on tour. What happened under the cover of anonymity you had at home, was what mattered the most. You were made for each other, it seemed, and not even divine intervention could break the two of you apart. Hell, if there’s a way you’d prefer to go, it would be holding his hand.
A soft murmur snaps you out of your thoughts, as Jimmy’s eyes flicker open. Finally, those depths of mossy green, glassy with sleep, are uncovered, as you meet his gaze. A small smile blooms on his tired face, and fingertips trickle across the uncovered skin of your hip.
“G’morning, lovely,” he slurs slightly, cheeks flushed pink as he smiles at you, completely unguarded. You fall deeper in love with him every time you wake up like this, something you hadn't thought possible. “Everythin’ alright?”
His accent, rather posh compared to your own, seemed to get stronger in the early morning. A content hum rumbles in your throat, an answer to his question, and you reach up to press your lips to his jaw. Face to face, you revel in the way his legs tangle with yours as though it was muscle memory that brought them together. The way his fingers brush across your forehead, waltzing gracefully upon your cheek, stroking your hair.
“I should get up. Lots to do in the studio, and the boys should be—”
“Stay,” you speak into the slight space between you, and you wish you could freeze time, then. You wish you could pause and rewind this moment over and over, to see the way his smile blossoms on perfect lips.
“A few minutes won’t hurt, I suppose,” Jimmy settles back into the cocoon of warmth you've created, grinning down at you with sparkling eyes full of fondness. “If I’m late, I’m tellin’ them it was your fault.”
“A risk I’m willing to take.” Your hand slips out from under the covers to grasp at the guitarist’s fingers, pressing them to your lips. A featherlight kiss falls upon the crown of your head, and you move to rest your head on Jimmy’s shoulder. Distantly, you can hear the timbre of his voice, crackly with disuse, though most of all, you feel the rumbling of his chest as he speaks. It mingles with the beating of his heart, strong and comforting. You stroke patterns across his palm, the pads of his calloused fingers, the back of his hand and an indulgent smile lights up your face.
This is right where you’re supposed to be, you think.
“Right,” Jimmy disentangles himself from your grasp, reluctance clear in the frown on his angelic features. Your soft whine echoes in the silence between you, and he chuckles, bringing your hand up to rest upon his cheek. “I’ve got to go, Y/N. Breakfast should be on the table, by the time you get up. Lord knows I spoil you too much.”
The wink that he sends you makes you giggle, and you know he’s just joking. Still, it sends butterflies aflutter in your stomach, and you reach out to grasp at his arm.
“Jimmy.”
“Yes, darling?”
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”
You’re greeted with an indulgent smile, and before you know it, he’s leaning down, just inches away from you. His iridescent eyes shift down to gloss over your lips, and he closes the distance, his hand flying to rest gently upon a sleep-warmed cheek. You smile into the kiss, giddy at the electric touch of his mouth on yours. Too soon for your liking, he pulls away, though not before your hand trails across the pale skin of his hip. You bite your bottom lip, looking up at him, as he turns to find a suitable shirt.
Soon enough, Jimmy is fully dressed, slipping out the door after pressing one final kiss to the palm of your outstretched hand. Sated, lonely, and still wrapped up in his slowly-fading warmth, you stretch, a satisfied groan leaving your lips. Climbing out of the bed, the checkered, golden duvet falling away, you glance out the window of the cottage. The scene is something out of a priceless painting: the babbling brook flows clear, almost crystalline, standing out against the vibrant green grass that sways in the early morning wind. Pulling on a soft, cotton t-shirt, no doubt Jimmy’s, while lace covers your bottom half, you trail after him.
The smile that rests on your face is lighter than the summer sun that had filtered across the two of you just moments earlier.
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jungshookz · 4 years
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ok so like y/n hanging out with her friends at an ice cream shop and super cute employee kook so happens to make y/n very nervous
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➺ pairing; jeon jungkook (birthday boy!!!) x reader
➺ genre; marshmallow fluff level fluffy!!!! if u have a sweet tooth then this drabble is for you, jimin and taehyung are nightmare friends and i don’t know why u insist on hanging out with them all the time, *clown nose honk* 
➺ wordcount: 3.5k
➺ what to expect;  “i’ve been giving you free ice cream for the past four months, y/n. you really didn’t think, at any point, that i liked you like that?”
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“oh, god. i think you’re going to have to roll me into the car.” you groan as you place a hand over your bloated stomach, “also, i’m… pretty sure i’m nine months pregnant.”  
whoever came up with the whole ‘all you can eat buffet!’ concept must’ve been a psychopath because you feel like if you take another step you’re going to projectile vomit all the way across town
you let out a huff as you bend down and place your hands on your knees
jesus
you’re going to be siCK
“no one asked you to eat like seven servings of mac n’ cheese balls.” jimin raises a brow before rubbing your back in comforting circles
“i’m sorry, do you not hear yourself?” you twist your head before looking at him as if he just sprouted two heads on each shoulder, “mac n’ cheese balls. deep-fried balls of macaroni and cheese. all you can eat deep-fried balls of macaroni and cheese. with a tangy chipotle-ranch dip on the side!”  
“alright, i get it.” he snorts before rolling his eyes, “i’m guessing this means you’re not in the mood for dessert anymore?”
you immediately stand up straight before giving your stomach a couple of pats, “where are we going for dessert??”
you’re ALWAYS in the mood for dessert
your first stomach might be full of food but your second stomach is completely empty
the monster inside your second stomach demands something sweet!
“well, scoops is right across the street. i heard the ice cream there is pretty good!” taehyung chirps before pointing at the ice cream place
you immediately feel your heart fall out of your ass
you usually never say no to ice cream but uh
there’s one reason why you’d prefer to go someplace else
jimin glances back when he notices you’re not following them to cross the street
he raises a brow before tilting his head, “if you actually need to puke, the garbage bin is right the-“
“i’m fine, i just-“ your voice cracks and you clear your throat quickly, “why do we have to go for ice cream?? there’s a frozen yogurt place a couple blocks away… and frozen yogurt is just as good!”
jimin and taehyung exchange glances before the two of them look back at you
“weren’t you the one who said that frozen yogurt was just a sad, watered-down version of ice cream and that the day you asked to go for frozen yogurt was the day we should execute you via cruel, unusual punishment?”
“yeah, and the cruel, unusual punishment was to force you to eat frozen yogurt?”
you poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek
damnit
they’re right
you friggin’ hate frozen yogurt
“ooh, check it out!” jimin gasps, his eyes lighting up, “strawberry-rhubarb pie. i wonder how they turned a pie into an ice cream flavour!”
“uh-huh, yeah…” you mutter absentmindedly, eyes flitting around behind the large counter
okay
okay!
this is fine
everything is fine
maybe today is his day off something!  
hopEfully today is his day off because you are literally about to pop a button on your jeans and the last person who you’d want to have witness that would be-
“good evening, folks!” you practically jump out of your skin and you instinctively duck behind taehyung when he seems to pop out of thin air
he smiles brightly as he props his arms up on the top of the display case, “just give me a holler whenever you’re ready.”
okay
we should probably rewind a little bit
‘he’ would be… well, the person you’re currently hiding from.  
you don’t know much about him besides the fact that his name is jungkook (the name tags here are comically large, by the way. it’s actually a little ridiculous. it’s like the employees think all the customers are blind and that’s why they made their name tags the size of a baby’s head.) and every time you come here he gives you extra hot fudge on your ice cream and also he’s very veRY cute
you usually come here after you finish submitting an essay or doing a live presentation as a way to reward yourself
because why live life if you’re not going to treat yourself every now and again??
you started this tradition at the beginning of the year and originaLLy you went to the only ice cream place on campus
unfortunately, the ice cream place on campus isn’t super great
their waffle cones are always stale and the ice cream pretty much melts as soon as you take a step outside of the store
and you werE going to give up and just find another place (your second option was the ice cream at mcdonald’s but that’s actually kind of sad now that you think about it) but!!!!
you felt like you deserved to have good ice cream!!!
so you googled the best ice cream parlours in the city and scoops was one of the only ones that was the closest to campus
only a ten minute bus ride away and you didn’t even have to transfer to another bus or anything
it was pretty much a dream come true!!
and you still remember the first time you wandered in here because you were greeted veRy enthusiastically by jungkook
you were pretty much the only person in the store on that day because it was like 2pm on a tuesday which made it hard to believe that this place was as popular as it sounded
to be fair, 2pm on a tuesday isn’t really the normal time to grab a cone of ice cream so there’s that
“you’re not striking me as the cookies ’n cream type. that seems a little too basic for you…” jungkook mutters as he stroked at his chin thoughtfully, “and i’m not getting a rocky road vibe from you, either…”
“is that so?” the corner of your mouth twitches in a smile and you cross your arms as you begin to make your way down the counter, jungkook slowly following you from where he’s standing, “what kind of vibe are you getting from me?”
“red velvet cake!” jungkook stops in his tracks to point at the tub of red velvet ice cream sitting in the display case, “in a brownie waffle cone… with hot fudge on top.”
your brows perk up in interest
red velvet cake ice cream
in a brownie waffle cone
with hot fudge on top?
…that sounds like something you’d devour in three seconds flat.  
you obviously ended up enjoying the ice cream, and from that moment on, you promised yourself that this would be your place to celebrate your little victories
so, yeah!
the ice cream was good and the cute boy was just a bonus
of course… there is one tiny detail that has to be addressed
if it wasn’t already painfully obvious by now - jungkook makes you extremely nervous.
you’re not sure how it started, because you were literally fine when you first met him
the nerves appeared without warning of any kind!!
it was very strange
one day jungkook’s smile suddenly made your heart skip a beat and you had nO idea why because it had never done that before
and another time, when he told you that you were his favourite customer, your stomach started doing somersaults which was also something that your stomach had nevER done before
ooh, AND that one time when he said that he’d make a fresh batch of brownie waffle cones just for you… well, you were pretty much ready to marry him right then and there.
sure, when you saw the occasional attractive person on the street, you’d have the usual ‘oh, they’re pretty cute!’ thought, but that’d be it and then you’d never think about them again
but it was different with jungkook
it was more intense with jungkook
this wasn’t just a little schoolgirl crush.,,. this was,.., this was a schoolwoMAN crush
you initially thought that all these brand new feelings combined with the tingly feeling of chocolate syrup pumping through your veins should’ve been enough to scare you away from scoops forever, but…
the only reason why you keep swallowing your nerves and coming back is because the ice cream is really good here (five gold stars on google reviews!!) aND you can’t say no to extra hot fudge on the house!!!
sometimes jungkook surprises you with a couple brownie chunks or marshmallows or even cheesecake chunks on top without ever charging you which is also really nice of him
not to mention, on the days that you end class a little earlier, you like to come here to get some studying done
you have your own little table in the corner and jungkook always brings you a little treat to enjoy during your study session
nothing huGe like your usual red velvet brownie waffle hot fudge combo because you told him that you were only allowed to eat that if you were celebrating something, so he usually brings you a little cup with a random flavour of ice cream in it
strawberry shortcake
cinnamon toast crunch
banana milk is a really good one
and you can’t noT mention the chocolate-covered strawberries ice cream
the ice cream is a tangy strawberry base with swirls of dark chocolate in it and it is truly.,,. truly one of the best things you’ve ever put in your mouth
you just don’t understand why your knees get so wobbly and your palms get sO sweaty every time he flashes that handsome smile of his in your direction
you see plenty of attractive people every day on campus!
you see plenty of attractive people every day in your lectures!
your two friends are a couple of attractive people as well!!
at one point you even had crushes on boTh jimin and taehyung!! 
(you will be taking that information to your grave because if they find out.,,. you’ll never live it down)
so why is this any different??
“so, i’m gonna go with the strawberry-rhubarb pie in a cup… and-“ jimin turns to look at taehyung (and you, currently peeking at jimin over taehyung’s shoulder), “what are you guys getting?”
your eyes widen and you duck down again when jungkook leans over to look at you and taehyung
“i’m gonna go with… the dark chocolate and caramel swirl… in a plain waffle cone.” taehyung nods affirmatively, “yeah. take the order now before i overthink it.”
“one strawberry-rhubarb pie in a cup… one dark chocolate and caramel swirl in a plain waffle cone…” jungkook mumbles to himself as he rinses the ice cream scooper in the little bucket of water before tapping it off on the side, “-and one red velvet cake in a brownie waffle cone with hot fudge on top, right, y/n?”
boTh taehyung and jimin’s heads nearly snap off when they turn to look at you
taehyung steps out of the way and you freeze like a deer in headlights
maybe if you just… stay very still… jungkook won’t see you…
a good two seconds ticks by before you figure that you probably look like an idiot right now
“um-“ you straighten up a little before smoothing your sweater down, “i… yep! that… yep. sounds good.”
jungkook smiles brightly before nodding, “alright! just give me a couple of minutes to get that ready for you guys.”
your heart starts to drum away in your chest as you watch the back of jungkook’s head
even the back of his damn head is attractive
it’s not fair!!!!
“…i feel like there’s something we’re missing here.” taehyung is the first one to speak up and you force out a chuckle before shaking your head
time to do what you do best
D E N Y
“there’s nothing you’re missing here!” you snort, “he just- i’ve been here like, once or twice, so-“
“red velvet cake in a brownie waffle cone with hot fudge on top sounds a little too specific for you to have only been here once or tw-“ jimin pauses and his eyes widen to the size of saucers, “oh my god.”
your brows knit together in concern, “wh- what?”
a smile begins to creep onto jimin’s face and your mind begins to race with what he could possibLy be thinking when suddenly- “you slept with him!” jimin gasps before whacking tae’s arm multiple times, “she slept with him!!!”
“wha- NO- no, i did not sleep with jungk-!” you lower your voice when you realise that there are children in here and you lean in, “i didn’t sleep with him. i just- i come here a lot, and- i don’t know. he’s nice! a-and he’s cute. he’s- he’s nice and he’s cute. and he gives me free things, sometimes.”
“…yeah, i think she’s telling the truth. she definitely didn’t sleep with him.“ taehyung shakes his head and you let out a sigh of relief
at least someone’s on your side here
you jolt when taehyung suddenly gives you a hearty sLAp on the back, “she’s just in love with him and doesn’t know how to tell him-“
OH my go-
“hey, your ice creams are ready for you!” jungkook, once again, seemingly pops out of thin air and the thrEE of you immediately split up the mini football huddle, “i have them for you at the cash register if you wanna come over and get them! y/n, i tried something new with your cone - i wrapped marshmallow fluff around the top and then caramelised it so it’d turn into, like, a s’mores situation-”
“y-yep! i’ll be right there-“ you hold a finger out and jungkook nods before heading over to the cash register
you turn to look at jimin and taehyung and scowl when the two of them begin to make kissy noises at each other
“oh, y/n, come to the back so i can show you my cone-“
“you can fluff my marshmallows any day of the week, jungkook-“
oh, god
see????
this was exaCTLY why you didn’t want to come here!!!!
in case this happened!!!!!
“oh my god, lemme drizzle my syrup all over your face, baby-“
“okay, c’mon, that’s enough-“
“roll me up like how you roll those waffle cones with your big, strong arms-“
jesus christ
children!!!!!!!
they are both chiLdren!!!!
boys are so GROSS
jungkook waits patiently by the cash register as his fingers drum against the marble countertop
he leans over to peek at you and your friends and smiles lightly when he sees you whaCk at one of them
to be honest, he liked you the moment you stepped into the shop for the first time
he still remembers how excited you were when you were looking at all the different flavours
according to the company policy, customers are only allowed to try four samples but jungkook’s pretty sure he let you try twenty samples on that day
after the first time you came here, he was actually pretty worried that he’d never see you again??
he was pretty bummed about it for a while because he wished that he would’ve asked for your number or something while you were here but he was too busy trying to be the charming ice-cream boy anD he was also pretty busy admiring your cute face
so he was very much pleasantly surprised when you came back a week later and was fully ready to let you go ham on the samples again
>:-)
but, again, he didn’t ask for your number that time around either because he couldn’t figure out a smooth way to ask you
and he wasn’t worried about you noT coming back because you seemed like a pretty big ice cream person
the point is: jungkook’s had plenty of opportunities (practically handed to him on a silver platter) to ask for your number so that he can finally ask you OUT and… he hasn’t.
but today!!!!
today will be different!!!!
today he’ll finally make his move!!!
he’s not giving himself an option!!!
he actually wasn’t expecting you in today because you usually pop up every two weeks or so and you came in last week
at first he thought that maybe you were dating one of the boys that you came in with but from the looks of it, the vibes are very much platonic and not at all romantic
so he thinks he’s in the clear here
jungkook straightens his posture and puffs his chest out a little bit when he sees you walking over
okay
operation: finally ask y/n for her number, you pussy is undERWAY
“well, i’m going to go and pay for your guys’ ice creams and you can just continue to make fools of yourselves-!”
by the time you make your way over to the cash register, jimin and taehyung are stiLL going at it but you’re hoping that jungkook won’t pay it any mind
“alright, how much do i owe you?” you ask as you pull your debit card out of your wallet, “this ice cream is the only thing i’m willing to break my wallet over-“
“actually, all of this is on the house today.” jungkook bounces on the balls of his feet for a second, “it’s the special birthday discount!”
?
you tilt your head
what special birthday discount?
“birthday discount?” you ask dumbly, “it’s not my birthday, though.”
“no, it’s not your birthday… but it’s my birthday.” jungkook clears his throat, “and… you know, i wanted to do something nice for you!”
“okay, well, first of all- happy birthday!” you smile brightly before that smile immediately drops from your face, “and, second of all- i can’t take this for free, jungkook- you even sprinkled those fancy toasted pecans on top of taehyung’s ice cream! i have to give you something-“
jungkook swallows his nerves
it’s now or never!
“there is… one thing you could give me…” he trails off, his voice starting to grow a little quiet
okay
the confidence is beginning to dwindle a little so he should probably get to the point 
“yeah, i can think of one thing- like money??” you stick your debit card out again and jungkook rolls his eyes playfully before whacking your hand away
okay
just say it
just say it!!!!!!
“no, not money…” jungkook swallows thickly before shaking his head, “i was thinking more along the lines of… you know, your number.”
you drop your debit card on the countertop with a clatter
“my-“ you cut yourself off mid-sentence and you feel your cheeks immediately turn bright red, “you- you want my number?”
jungkook… jungkook wants your number?
you feel like money would be better than your number, but that’s just your humble opinion
“i mean- you obviously don’t have to give it to me if you don’t want to! i-i’m not trying to imply that you owe me anything, i just-“ jungkook pauses for a second and his tongue pokes out to swipe over his bottom lip nervously, “i just, um, i don’t know! i… i really… enjoy your company, whenever you come in for a visit, you know? and i think you’re really pretty, so there’s that. i dunno.”
well, he can safely say that his self-proclaimed boyish charm flew out of the window as soon as he opened his mouth
why’s he so nervous all of a sudden??
he’s practiced this in front of the mirror a doZEN times
and every time he hits on himself in the mirror he’s tempted to give himself his number
that’s how good he is at flirting!!
but here he is!!! 
fumbling over his words!!! 
shoving his clammy hands into his pockets!!! 
diverting his gaze from the pretty girl who he’s been dreaming about ever since the first time he laid his undeserving eyes on her!!!
“no, no-! i just-“ you smile shyly as you slide your debit card back into your wallet with clumsy hands, “i would absolutely love to give you my number! it’s just that i- i didn’t- i didn’t think that you… liked me like that.”
jungkook looks up at you before scoffing playfully, “i’ve been giving you free ice cream for the past four months, y/n. you really didn’t think, at any point, that i liked you like that?”
you press your lips together before flashing a sheepish smile at him, “i mean… i was probably paying more attention to the ice cream than to you.”  
jungkook snorts
he should’ve seen that coming. 
(p.s. he heard every single word of what your friends said earlier and this is just his dumb icky sleazy boy brain speaking but he’d be down to drizzle his syrup on ur face if you allowed him to) 
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I’ve seen the logic behind both schools of thought: that Old Steve could only have sat back and allowed events like Bucky’s torture to unfold (thereby being super out of character) OR that he created an alternate timeline where he stayed in character by solving all sorts of problems while living out his happily ever after. And I’m not going to go into that, I’m not going to swing one way or the other. But suffice to say, I don’t think that the portrayal of time travel rules in Endgame supports the idea that Old Steve could only return to prime 2023 via the same portal he left from, because if that were true, how do you explain the Avengers’ big push to get the Infinity Gauntlet into Scott’s van in the final battle? If the only way they could be returned to the timeline they were snatched from was with the same portal, tossing them into the van, a DIFFERENT portal, would’ve been reality-suicide for our heroes.
But I’m not here to argue about what Steve Rogers did when we DIDN’T get to watch his actions. I’m here to argue about what we DO know for sure based on what we WERE given to watch. I’m here to prove that if you think it’s not like Steve Rogers to leave Bucky in the present to live his days out with Peggy, you’ve missed his whole character arc. You’re one of those people who doesn’t see that he HAS a character arc. Captain America has DEPTH. He has LAYERS to who he is. It’s not just “do the right thing,” as close as that may sound to the truth.
He is not the same exact guy Bucky had to lead out of back-alley fights in the 40s. He might have all of the same excellent qualities that we know and love, the BEST qualities, but we’re not at the same point in his story. He’s learned and he’s grown and Peggy Carter is symbolic of him moving on.
Now, that may sound oxymoronic to you, “because he literALLY TIME TRAVELED TO THE PAST to be with the lady he missed out on! HOW IS THAT MOVING ON?!” you ask. Because you’re missing it. Let’s rewind and look at Steve Rogers and his character development, shall we?
In Captain America: The First Avenger, Steve Rogers goes from a guy with everything to prove, who is so willing to take on the world and all it’s evil that it doesn’t matter if he’s 90lbs of asthmatic shortness, he’ll fight bullies and stand up for what’s right! And he’ll do it ALONE if he has to! That’s important, the word “alone.” He’s so committed to that identity that Bucky Barnes, his best friend and brother figure, keeps having to remind Steve that through all of life’s challenges, he’s not alone, that he’s got someone with him “til’ the end of the line.” And Steve believes it: Bucky will be there for him when he needs dragging out of the gutter and cleaning up, when he has nobody else and nothing else. But Steve knows, or thinks he knows, (AND YOU AND I DO TOO, if we pay attention to the actual movie instead of our fill-in-the-blanks headcanons) that however LOYAL AND TRUE Bucky is to him, he doesn’t believe Steve can win. Bucky doesn’t believe in Steve. Now hold your offense: it’s okay that Bucky didn’t believe in Steve. Have you seen Skinny Steve? He’s an amazing moral giant, but physically he’s not going to live past middle-aged. Bucky believed Skinny Steve was righteous, and a hero, and would never give up, but Bucky was resigned to having to help that righteous hero or watch him die eventually because all that gold was locked up in the wrong-sized package. Sebastian Stan has hinted at what the films portray subtly; that Bucky’s is more cynical than his friend Steve from the get-go. He’s always poised and worried that he’s about to watch his hero Steve get killed standing up to the darkness of the world—not WIN against it. Bucky was ready to help Steve out of fights, but—and here’s BUCKY’S character development in that first film—he’s not ready to follow Steve into fights until after Azzano, when Steve finally has the physical capabilities to back up what Bucky has always known was there on the inside: the will to fight the darkness of the world and win. That’s when he realizes, “he’s the little guy from Brooklyn, too dumb to run away from a fight—and now someone’s actually gone and juiced him up with the means to literally take on the jaws of death.” All that heroism and goodness Bucky’s always seen in Steve has gone from being what might get him killed to something that Steve can actually use to do the right thing, however dangerous. And Bucky chooses to keep his promise and follow Steve back into battle after enduring torture, because he is with him til the end of the line. But initially, cynical yet loyal Bucky Barnes didn’t believe his best friend could win.
Steve sees this about Bucky. He knows how Bucky sees him. In the Erskine Enlistment Scene, this line from Steve is so telling: “Look, I know you don’t think I can do this...” and Bucky responds after Steve’s ‘men-laying-down-their-lives’ speech with “right...cause you got nothing to prove.” sarcastically. Steve knows that Bucky loves him and is there for him, but he sees that Bucky doesn’t believe in him. And they’re still friends. They’re still brothers and everything we know them to be, because the word that defines their relationship is “LOYAL.” But you know who did believe in Steve?
Peggy Carter.
She takes notice of Steve’s heart of gold while he’s still skinny, and asthmatic, and everything that Bucky has seen since they were kids. But where Bucky sees a heart of gold about to be snuffed out by harsh circumstances, PEGGY sees something else. She sees something else because she has a similar hopeful outlook on life, a kindred spirit with Steve’s forever-the-fighter character. Peggy Carter, a woman in the 40s, has had to fight and fight and take one step forward for every three steps she’s been pushed back. She’s had to prove herself over and over, every moment of her career, when nobody (except her brother Michael) believed in her. That’s their conversation in the cab. That’s the crux of why they love each other. Peggy has always noticed Steve as never giving up, but until he talks to her in the car on the way to get Super Soldiered, she might have assumed that he was just trying to prove himself for HIMSELF. Then he explains that he doesn’t have anything against running away, and his philosophy about bullies. And she relates to him. She sees that heart of gold and she wants to STOKE it, not just protect it. She knows what it is to want someone to not only acknowledge her potential, but BELIEVE in it. That’s why she has a picture of Skinny Steve on her desk and not a newspaper clipping of Captain America; she loves Steve Rogers for what is inside, for his moral character, and for their kindred fighter spirits. You can see that through her urging him to not settle for being a dancing monkey. “You were meant for more than this, you know.” “If it could only work once, he would be glad it was you.”
And Steve Rogers recognizes that Peggy Carter believes in him. Here’s how. When Bucky and Steve argue at the World Fair before Bucky’s deployment, Bucky leaves with a sort of “I give up,” so-done, snarky “don’t do anything stupid until I get back” attitude. We know and love it. But that’s important. Steve is about to go lie on his enlistment and try to go to war. He’s about to do this risky thing. And Bucky leaves it like “even though I’m against it, I know I can’t stop you, so please just be careful.” When Peggy is faced with a more extreme, but still similar situation where Steve is about to jump headfirst into a risky thing, that’s not her attitude. “I can do more than that.” “Get back here! We’re taking you ALL the way in!” She’s not going to follow him, and she’s not going to shrug and say “fine, go get yourself killed.” She’s not even going to say, like Bucky might’ve, “if you’re dying, I’m dying with you.” JEEZ, the last thing she says to him before he gets on a plane that becomes his tomb is “GO GET ‘IM.” When he says to her “this is my choice” before he ‘dies’ she accepts it, but she still makes that appointment for the dance- almost like a sad, sweet little ‘if you can get out of this, I’ll still be waiting.’ But whenever he goes into danger, throughout that film, she’s going to HELP him. Because she believes in him. She really believes he can do this. She has faith. That’s the word that describes Peggy and Steve’s relationship. “FAITH.”
Bucky = Loyalty.
Peggy = Faith.
And how does Steve grow in this movie? He learned from both Bucky and Peggy: “I don’t have to fight alone.”  Whether it’s because he’s scrawny and everybody else would run away from a fight they can’t win, or because he’s an icon and the world’s first super-soldier-miracle, he’s always had this loneliness complex. He lifts the weight of the world because he knows that if you can, you should. But Peggy says to him “you won’t be alone.” It’s a quote important enough for him to experience it in a flashback the first time we see him in The Avengers.
In The Avengers, Steve has to share the spotlight with a whole other cast of heroes, PLUS the writers had to show us what it would be like for a 1940s superhero to lose 70 years of time and wake up with nobody left of his old life, so his growth is smaller. It’s setting up for more growth later. But still, there’s that quote. “You won’t be alone.” And now here he is. Alone. In the 21st century. Worse than a skinny kid nobody believes in, now he’s a cultural phenomenon in a world where everyone looks up to him but nobody believes in him, really, not directly. Whether it’s how well he can stand up against gods and iron men, what makes him special, or why cops should listen to him in the heat of interplanetary battle—in this bold new world he’s woken up in, Steve is on a lonelier pedestal than ever. He’s quickly disillusioned with the government that used to give him order and structure when it loses the Tesseract, which it was making weapons of mass destruction out of, then tries to nuke an island full of innocent people to win one battle. But Steve finally realizes, toward the end of the film, that just because SHIELD and the larger world are new and different and don’t know who he really is, that doesn’t mean he’s alone. When the other Avengers join him in going to take on Loki in their own way, and when Tony, in particular, proves that he’ll sacrifice himself for the greater good, Steve remembers his lesson from Peggy. He’s still not alone.
But being surrounded by other misfits, even ones who are willing to sacrifice everything for the greater good like he is, isn’t the same as being surrounded by people who know Steve Rogers, the punch-drunk kid from Brooklyn. He’s looking for purpose at the end of the Avengers. What do we see the other characters doing? Thor’s off to deal with the family drama that defines a lot of his character arcs in his movies. Tony is seen embracing the whole “work with others” thing by starting construction on Avengers Tower. Bruce is going with Tony, proving that he’s learning to trust himself with the Hulk like Tony suggested, and Nat hands him the bag, meaning she trusts him too. Clint is reunited with her and getting in a car with the SHIELD logo stamped on it, and where is Steve? What’s his foreshadowing/cap to the movie character arc? Is he getting in the SHIELD car, too? No. He’s on a motorcycle. Alone. Driving off to Lord-knows-where. He’s the only Avenger that drives off alone—but before he went, he shook Tony’s hand. That send-off says he’s willing to be on this team, with these other fighters and misfits...but he’s still lonely. Nobody really knows him yet. He’s not alone in fighting, but he doesn’t know what he wants or where he’s going.
In Captain America: The Winter Soldier Steve’s character development is centered around solidifying what parts of him need to change now that he’s “The Man Out of Time” and what parts of him stay true. The whole film is about trust. And yes, that trust is best driven him when Steve is literally willing to die rather than give up on Bucky, the man literally beating him to death. Because loyalty. But don’t miss the scene with Peggy, however brief. Their conversation has nuances, especially in light of Endgame. There’s a lot going on in the scene that shows how in love he is with her, but the part that’s most important is just his reaction when she relapses and realizes that he’s alive all over again. The last thing Old Peggy says is “it’s been so long.” And she repeats it, for emphasis. And he points out the dance. Because remember, there’s this theme that she would have waited for him. That’s their relationship: faith. But she didn’t know he was alive, and how could she? It’s been so long. She’s not smiling. She’s crying when she realizes he’s still alive. Because they missed all that time they would have had together. And his face is the perfect micro expression of grief. To me, it doesn’t read “I’m so sad because I missed out on Peggy,” though I’m sure there’s some of that in there. To me it reads more like Steve always reads because he thinks of others first: “I’m so sad because Peggy had to mourn me and our relationship for so long.” I mean, look, it’s 70 years later and she’s devastated that he’s alive but they weren’t together. (You can be devastated about your lost love AND accepting of your life and other children without him, it doesn’t have to be one or the other, but more on that another time.) Steve never moves on from Peggy because that’s not the kind of guy he is. It’s not nothing to say she was the love of his life. And he wanted to go back to her not just for himself, but for her. Because he’d seen the future where she was still heartbroken that he missed their dance, and I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s literally RIGHT THERE in probably the best-written Marvel Film, Winter Soldier.
In a film that’s all about how what he thought was good and right is literally crumbling or growing Hydra tentacles around him, there are two things he doesn’t let go of. The first is Bucky. Bucky is an assassin now who any other hero would have put down. Heck, STEVE would have mournfully put down any other threat to the greater good, for the sake of Doing What’s Right. But there’s two (2) exceptions to that rule, and the first is Bucky. Loyalty. He won’t kill or even fight his best friend. And the second thing he won’t let go of, thematically, is Peggy. It’s how we go from “I’m alone in the future” in the Avengers to, “and if I’m the only one, so be it. But I’m willing to bet I’m not.” Peggy founded SHIELD. Steve didn’t have to take time out of the very carefully synchronized and tense mission to stop Project: Insight to make that announcement. He could have assumed everyone was HYDRA and got to work. But he stopped, he made a FAITH-BASED decision to let HYDRA know they were there and shoutout to any good people in the building because the movie was about trust. And Peggy showed Steve how to have faith and trust in people because she extended it to him. He puts so many eggs in the Big Risk basket during this movie based on trusting others even though Nick Fury’s crucial words were “Don’t Trust Anyone.” That’s the part of Steve that won’t get corroded away by the new world he’s come out of the ice into. And he shows it by loyalty to Bucky, brainwashed warts and all, and belief in people, which Peggy taught him. There’s a lot that could also be said about Sam and Natasha, too, but more on them later.
The main thing, in CA:TWS and Avengers, to remember about Steve’s character arc is that while he’s learning to hold on to IDEALS like belief in people and defending freedom and innocent people from bullies like HYDRA and Loki, how does he express those ideals? The only way he knows how. By fighting. By finding a mission to complete or a cause to serve and going for it. How else? He doesn’t know how to do anything else. “I guess I just like to know who I’m fighting.” Sam asks, “You thinking about getting out?” And hid knee-jerk reaction is “no.” Then, “I don’t know.” AND WHY DOESN’T HE KNOW? Because he doesn’t know what makes him happy. Seriously! What makes him happy?? People who know him. He won’t go on a date because he has “no shared life experience”. He has no fun plans Saturday because his “barbershop quartet are dead.” Hes straight up politely walking away, kind-celebrity-style, from a potential new friend in Sam until Sam starts talking about being a veteran. He tries to relate to others through fights because that seems to be the only thing left. People see Steve as Captain America, leader of the Avengers, Fighter for Freedom, in the future. Nobody sees the kid from Brooklyn anymore. And he doesn’t know who he is without a war.
Bringing us to Avengers: Age of Ultron. This one’s character development is so obvious it feels like they’re beating you over the head with it Hulk-style if you just take half a second to focus on Steve’s scenes. It starts with how he views the Maximoff twins—he can relate to their lab-rats-of-justice ideals, but nobody else shares that sympathy, as seen in the conversation with Maria Hill by the elevator. Then there’s the scene at the party. No, not the one where he reminds Bruce that he waited too long for Peggy, although HELLO HE’S STILL IN LOVE WITH PEGGY. But I’m talking about Steve and Sam’s conversation. Sam mentions home. In the middle of a party, Steve is asking about Bucky, his one remaining person who knows him, and reminiscing about Peggy, the other person who knew him. Home is in the people who know you. Steve wants that to be the Avengers. He wants them to be the people who get who he is, and I think they come close. Nat, Sam, and Tony especially. But Tony never separates who Steve is from this idea of him handed down from Howard Stark, and Steve is made aware of that over and over. Plus Tony doesn’t trust Steve; the team keeps clashing over trust issues in this film. And Tony even says, in the pivotal argument with Steve over the lumber pile, “isn’t this why we fight? So we can END the fight? So we can go HOME?” Steve can’t go home because Steve feels he has no home. He’s made The Fight his home. And he defaults right back to it in this argument: “every time someone tries to stop a war before it starts, innocent people die.” So, again, he’s not ALONE anymore, in the sense that others will fight with him. But he’s still stuck on FIGHTING. And nobody really knows him. At the end of the film he says, almost reluctantly, “I’m home” and proceeds to go in and try to train new Avengers. Sam comes flying in among them—that’s a subtle reason why Steve is willing to make the Avengers/the Fight his new home. The one guy who might actually know him and represent who he is when he’s not behind the shield is missing, and Sam was supposed to be looking for him. Sam is with the Avengers, NOT looking for him.
But all of that is wrecked in Captain America: Civil War. Peggy, the love of his life, dies. Bucky, the friend he’d all but given up on finding, reappears and is in trouble. Without Peggy, there’s only one person left who knows who Steve really is, and with all that Bucky means to him, Steve isn’t going to give him up. It just so happens that that goal of remaining loyal to Bucky is synonymous with hanging on to his ideals: combatting the Sokovia Accords with a little moral kick in the seat from posthumous Peggy. I’m not going to go into why his actions about the Accords were in-character in this film. But it should be obvious from everything I’ve written, anyway. And remember, his faith is in people. Peggy taught him that, as we’ve established.
The main point of character development in this film for Steve is that he’s realized that he can’t give up who Steve Rogers is to be who everyone thinks Captain America is. When the rest of the world says that the Avengers should be little better than Government weapons and operate out of fear, Steve remembers that he’s the kid from Brooklyn who will fight for what’s right, shield or no shield. And Bucky symbolizes that aspect of who he really is, because Bucky knows him in a way that no remaining living character does. So when Steve is fighting Tony to keep Bucky safe, it’s not devoid of their conflict over ideals, either. Stave drops the shield but promises to still be there for Tony if he needs him. He’s not going to be everyone’s Captain America. He’s going to stay the good man Erskine gave a chance to, the good man Peggy believed in, and the good man only Bucky is alive to remember.
Now we get to Infinity War. And here there’s so much going on with so many characters that for Steve, it’s just important to realize that, although he’s finally hit a rhythm in this post-ice life as Steve Rogers, Fighter from Brooklyn, HOW is he hitting that rhythm? Settling down in Wakanda to hang with Bucky and the goats? Leaving the justice and peacekeeping to Tony Stark and the law-abiding heroes? No. He’s still fighting. And not just in response to Thanos—we’re shown hints and evidences that Cap and his Secret Avengers have been doing some behind-the-scenes peacekeeping. So why isn’t Steve finding peace with Bucky? Ask yourself that. He had time. He had anonymity, in Wakanda. He’d given up the Captain America mantle. They could’ve been roomies in that little hut, like when they were kids, right?
Wrong. But why?
It’s not because the Russos didn’t think of it. It’s not because of lazy writing. It’s because of Bucky.
Bucky is still Steve’s friend and Steve is still loyal to him. They don’t mean any less to each other than they did in 1945. But Bucky is not Bucky anymore. If you believe that Sebastian Stan did a good job playing Bucky, you have to remember that Sebastian Stan played him as if he would “never go back to being that guy you see in The First Avenger.” Bucky has evolved. He’s part Winter Soldier, now. Does he still know Steve better than anyone? Yes. But that is corrupted by the fact that Bucky was programmed to see Steve, the country Steve represented, and all of Steve’s ideals of freedom as targets to be destroyed for 90 years. That changes things. Steve is always going to do what is best for Bucky, because that’s the kind of friend he is. It was the kind of friend he was in 1945 when he rescued Bucky from Azzano, it’s the kind of friend he was when he wouldn’t fight him aboard Project: Insight, it’s the kind of friend he was when he gave up the Avengers and the shield for Bucky...and it’s the kind of friend he was when he left Bucky in the present.
In Avengers: Endgame Steve Rogers has experienced what it’s like to fight and lose again. He’s lost everything. He’s lost Peggy, and now Bucky, too. He’s lost everything and everyone that ever symbolized home...except, perhaps, Natasha. His friend who knows what it’s like to give up everything for ideals and fight to prove yourself. His friend who can’t stop fighting, either. But he loses her, too. Before he does, though, what does Steve say? In that first conversation before everything sets into motion? He says that maybe the fight doesn’t need to be fought by them. He says they need to get a life. But Nat says “you first.”
Who knows him the closest at this point? Nat. So who’s the best-qualified to point out where he’s at, character-development-wise? Nat. He sees his flaw. Steve Rogers sees that he can’t figure out who he is, without someone who knows him helping him. He sees that he defaults to finding a cause, a mission, a fight. Heck, the posters of him say “one last mission.” Not “one last sacrifice (of everything for Bucky).” One last MISSION, because that’s the only thing Steve knows how to do when he has nothing else.
“But he DID have something else! He had BUCKY! And his new family with the Avengers!”
Now we get to the part people don’t understand. They think, “how could Steve just leave everybody, especially Bucky, to fend for themselves?”
You didn’t see all that character development, especially in the first film where the differences between what Bucky means to Steve and what Peggy means to Steve are established.
Bucky is not the streetsmart protective charming brother figure he was in TFA. But listen. He’s not the broken Winter Soldier anymore either. Not in a way that needs Steve’s help. He’s not on the run. He’s got his memory back. He’s pardoned. He’s got Sam. Don’t you see, Bucky’s biggest problem is Steve’s, at this point? They MIRROR each other. Steve can’t figure out who he is if he isn’t fighting for everyone else because he’s been fighting for so long. And Bucky can’t figure out who he is with his friend, his brother figure, doing that and him. Because if Steve is fighting, Bucky will always be there to have his back. But fighting isn’t what Bucky needed anymore. It’s not what he wanted. Fighting is what Bucky is tired of.
And Steve Rogers can’t not be where the fight is.
Because without a fight, who is he?
Peggy Carter knows.
Steve Rogers left Bucky because Bucky needed him to leave. They needed to be friends from afar. And Steve left Bucky because Peggy Carter was home. Being with the woman who knew who he really was, as Steve “Kid From Brooklyn” Rogers, was the right move for his character because it shows that he’s finally ready to stop fighting. Stop being Captain America, lonely hero, man out of time. He’s ready to go and figure out who he is apart from all of that, with someone who really knows him. Could he have done that with Bucky? I don’t know. Seems to me, from what we’ve seen, that Bucky represented passively understanding  Steve while Peggy, at the point they were separated, represented understanding Steve and moving him forward.
Bucky was “I’m with you ‘til the end of the line.”
Peggy is “I had faith.”
Bucky was the guy to have Steve’s back in the fight. Peggy was the woman to show him he was meant for more. She represents his potential. She represents his ability to move on, see who he is when he’s doing more than following orders or standing up for honor or proving himself. It would have been out of character for him to stay in the present because new fights would have arisen, and he never would’ve put down the shield. He would’ve fought until someone killed him. And guess what? Bucky would’ve been right behind him, dragging himself into a fight when what he really needs is to step away from Steve and the baggage of his past for a bit. Not completely, but enough.
But this way? With Peggy? We get to see the guy who was always lonely and always learning how to be less alone actually do it. If you miss how significant that is, and you miss how much sense it makes, you don’t understand Steve Rogers at all.
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More Than Meets the Eye #31 - Ammo and the Anti-Glowup
So, the Lost Light disappeared, stranding all the crew in space in their little escape pods. 200-some robots just lost their homes and worldly possessions. That’s absolutely horrible. What a devastating thing to happen.
Anyway, here’s Drift with a flashback sequence.
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No hips, fingers all the exact same length, hockey pucks embedded in his forearms- Rojo, this is a crime you’ve committed. When will the long arm of the law stop your sinful, pancake-shaped hands?
About two years prior to current events, Drift, Riptide, and Pipes- yes, Pipes!- were wandering around trying to find a ship for the space yacht trip. The gang’s here to see who owns the big honkin’ ship outside. Problem is, Drift is unintentionally terrifying because he has a great deal of swords.
Now, you may say to yourself “isn’t it a bit odd that the species that has members who literally turn into guns would be nervous around a guy with swords?” This is a valid critique, until you remember that at least some of the folks who turn into guns were born that way, and Drift was very much NOT born bladed the fuck out. There’s an entire miniseries devoted to explaining this, it’s called Drift. The swords are a choice, one that he makes every day.
Drift is willing to pay an honestly absurd amount of money for the ship, if he can just find the dude with the paperwork- don’t ask where he got the money. Pipes isn’t being terribly helpful in finding them, so Riptide decides that now is the time to start practicing being proactive and pulls a Coyote Ugly.
No, no, he doesn’t.
He does climb up on a table and start yelling for the ship’s owners to reveal themselves, though. Which they do.
Now it’s time for the world-building portion of our comic issue. Let’s learn about chirolinguistics.
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Drift, staying true to his Mary Sue nature, uses his near-perfect Hand skills to strike up a deal with the owners of the ship. This would be impressive, if it didn’t just look like the most convoluted hand-holding session in the friggin’ universe.
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Still, Drift is rich enough to make Jeff Bezos weep with envy, so the arrangements are made and the lads go on their way, talking some mad shit about the original name of the ship as they do.
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So it is revealed to us that the Lost Light is named after a festival for honoring the dead and disappeared, which makes the fact that Rewind and Chromedome were there all the more sad.
Back in the present, Megatron tells Riptide to shut up so they can figure out what the hell they’re going to do about this whole “our home and also ride has ceased to exist” situation. He’s putting an awful lot of distance between himself and the rest of the Autobots as he does it, something that isn’t lost on the more bitter people of the crowd.
But why were we even talking about the Lost Light in the first place? Not to reminisce, believe it or not. See, it’s time for Nautica to get a little panel time, and she’s going to use it to be a massive fucking nerd and explain how the quantum engines work. As she does, Ratchet notes that his hands feel funny. Must be the weight of his hand-stealing sins manifesting itself in his joints.
Nautica explains that the engines run off of improbability- it is highly unlikely, but not impossible, that the ship can reach light speed, and riding the fine line between what can happen and what can’t, results in the creation of power for the engines. If this sounds familiar, it’s because Brainstorm gave us a watered down version of this explanation back in issue #2. If it sounds familiar for a different reason, it’s because this is how the Heart of Gold runs in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Again, I’m not sure why it is that the British love this concept so much, but there you are.
Oh, it appears someone has a question. Let’s see what they want to know about, shall we?
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…Rojo, what the fuck is this.
Our muppety friend here isn’t too keen on how much of a smarmy asshole Nightbeat is being right now, though I’d assume it actually has something to do with the fact that Nightbeat got smacked around with the pretty-boy stick while Getaway very much did not. While the two bicker- there’s a lot of bickering in Season Two- Nautica presents a theory on what happened to the ship; it went too far in the direction of “can’t” and made itself cease to be.
Megatron gives not a shit about quantum improbability, though. He only cares about how they’re going to get out of this mess. Which, y’know. Valid.
Blaster picks up a radio from Rodimus, who tells the gang that they’re to meet up on a nearby planet to regroup and figure out their next move. The call drops before he can get more than a couple Megatron-directed insults in, however. Megatron, in response, tries to be the bigger person, and almost immediately fails. We do get a headcount though, which is good, logistically speaking. This information is communicated to us by way of a splash page full of character head shots. We’ve got 20 ‘bots on board this ship.
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Yep. 20. No more, no less.
As our friends approach the planet, we’re informed that it’s actually a Lectureworld- a planet devoted to the study of a single field. Except it’s actually a Smartplanet now, and it’s been privatized by the Galactic Council, so you’ve got to pay to go there. Cyclonus thinks that that’s bullshit, and I can’t help but agree. Crosscut tries to network with they guy about his play, probably because word got around that Cyclonus is rich as hell, when the lights cut out. When they come back on, Crosscut is nowhere to be found.
It’s time for a Whodunnit.
Tailgate immediately pegs Megatron as the culprit in this disappearance, and breaks out a gun over the matter. Megatron thinks that this is absolutely adorable, which only serves to further infuriate our marshmallow friend. I guess he’s still mad about the whole “I was a Decepticon for five minutes and got brainwashed over it” thing, and wants someone to pin the anger on who’s socially acceptable to hate.
Cyclonus and Ratchet both think that Tailgate’s not going about this the right way, but the guy is simply too het up to listen to them. Tailgate suggests that they lock Megatron in the engine room for the time being and-
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OKAY WHO LET HIM HAVE THAT
Riptide breaks out his gun, and soon we’ve got a standoff going between the three of them. Cyclonus tries to deescalate, which makes Gears and Huffer break out their guns. Then Hound breaks out his gun, though he seems to be doing his own thing, by pointing it in Nautica’s direction.
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Broski, I think that might be animal cruelty.
Megatron manages to shoot Ravage “unconscious” and catches him by the friggin’ throat, stating that he has zero idea how this guy got here. With the heat off the two of them for a moment, Megatron communicates to Ravage to play ‘possum for the time being. Ravage responds, and I wonder exactly how he’s doing that, considering I don’t think he has enough fingers to effectively utilize Hand as a language. Or fingers at all, really.
While this is going on, Cyclonus snatches the gun out of Tailgate’s hand, admonishing him for being reckless about picking his fights. Generally speaking, you don’t want to try to go toe-to-toe with a guy who’s responsible for the deaths of literal billions. Getaway swoops in to comfort Tailgate, calling him gutsy. I wonder if this will become a trend.
Swerve says a thing, as he is wont to do, and it’s made known that multiple folks have disappeared during this incredibly brief standoff.
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Wow, Chromedome just fucked off, huh? He wasn’t even in that sequence, just left.
Everyone’s positively baffled by the current happenings. There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to who’s being taken. I guess we’ve got a mystery on our hands.
And who better to solve a mystery than a detective?
Nightbeat wrangles all the leftover folks into a corner of the room, so they can figure out what the common denominator is with all the disappearees. He starts with the easy stuff.
And by “easy”, I mean the super-special racism Tyrest subscribed to.
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If you’ve read Eugenesis, you know that Nightbeat was also part of the first wave of cold-constructed bodies there. However, the general populace wasn’t nearly as chill about it as they were in IDW. Also, Wheeljack was his dad. No word on if that particular tidbit made it into IDW lore.
It’s at this point that we learn about M.T.O.s- made to order soldiers. They were cold-constructed ‘bots created en masse during the war in order to keep up with the demands for troops. Pretty fucked up, if you think about it, being born to die like that.
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Now where have we heard that name before…
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Chromedome, can your love life not be part of the plot for five minutes, my guy?
Nautica makes the honestly horrific claim that a lot of folks owe their existence to Megatron being a warmongering fuck, and even Megatron himself seems rather uncomfortable with the idea. Some thoughts we keep to ourselves, Nautica, even if they might be technically true. And even if Ammo wants to tack on his two cents on the matter.
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What did they DO to you, Ammo? You’re supposed to be hot! Where are my three-paragraphs of description as Hound stares slack jawed the entire time? I miss Polyhex Wars.
Anyway, it’s Megatron’s turn to get poked with the questioning stick, and he’s not having it. He claims that by revealing his mode of creation, he’s risking a repeat of Functionist ideology. This would be valid, if people weren’t literally disappearing without any sort of explanation as to why. As it is, he’s being a stubborn asshole, but I guess he didn’t get his reputation by being a decent person who knew when to back down, now did he?
It’s at this point that Ratchet remembers he knows all the info Nightbeat’s looking for, and the conversation on Megatron’s birth is shelved for another day. I’m sure it won’t be a major plot point later, not in the slightest.
As it turns out, Nightbeat’s theory doesn’t hold water, and folks are still popping out of existence. We get another splash page, this time with everyone’s mode of creation listed under their names, and we move on to other theories about what the fuck is going on. While Nightbeat has a minor crisis over what the answer could possibly be, the MTOs in the group reminisce on the Ten-Step Program, a series of tests they were put through to make sure they worked well enough to get handed a gun and shoved out the door. Riptide wasn’t a fan.
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Riptide has more wood panelling than a 70’s-style ranch house, and I think that’s very brave of him.
It’s at this point that Ratchet remembers it’s been quite a bit since he last shat on religion, and takes the time to do so while informing the reader about Information Creep. This is a concept we’ve seen mentioned previously, during Chromedome’s runaround in Overlord’s brain, but it’s here where we get the juicy implications.
Because memories can become corrupted in the brain due to extreme age, what ought to be objective fact has to be reinterpreted due to missing pieces. This is why nobody knows what the Knights of Cybertron got up to, or if they’re even actually real at all.
The lights go out again, and when they cut back on, Cyclonus is missing, leaving only his sword behind. Tailgate is extremely distraught by this, but Nightbeat gives not a fuck about Tailgate’s impending breakdown. He only cares about the truth!
And then a giant eyeball shows up.
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It’s Ultra Magnus, coming to us live from his shuttle, via holomatter avatar! He shrinks down to a far more reasonable size, in a panel reminiscent of the first time IDW readers saw Megatron.
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Don’t get me wrong, this is a neat parallel, I’m just… not terribly sure why it’s happening. One could say it reflects a reversal in power dynamics, but that theory gets tossed out the window when you remember that this isn’t actually Verity. I suppose it’s just a cool little thing.
Because the comms aren’t working, Ultra Magnus has been forced to use this avatar to communicate with the folks in the Rod Pod. Megatron asks just what the hell is going on, but unfortunately Magnus isn’t sure either. Then his shuttle disappears, and it’s bye-bye grunge girl Magnus.
It’s at this point that Nightbeat decides it’s time to stop pussyfooting around and get serious. He tells Ratchet to throw HIPPA directly in the garbage and write down everything he knows about the Autobots who crewed the Lost Light. And he does mean everything, as we get the splash page again, this time with lots of neat info on our friends, including spark type.
Spark types will become plot-relevant in the storyline after this, but for now let’s focus on some weird gender essentialism that got slapped into the first print of this issue.
As we know very well by this point, Transformers as a franchise has a tumultuous relationship with the idea of women existing. You would think that the awkward introduction of other genders we got in “Dark Cybertron” would have been the end of things being weird in IDW. However, you would be wrong.
In an effort to explain why genders exist, Roberts had the idea to make it spark-based. Nautica, in the solo print of this issue, has an estriol-positive spark. Estriol is a type of estrogen, which is the hormone that develops and maintains feminine secondary sex characteristics, when present in certain levels, in conjunction with other hormones. Biology
This “spark = gender” idea is, generally speaking, not a great idea to be presenting us with, especially when the writer is a cishet male, because it implies biological essentialism- the idea that a personality trait/quality of a person is innate and predetermined by their biology, as opposed to social, cultural, or individual experiences. Because this story doesn’t exist in a vacuum, it’s irresponsible to reduce the experience of being a woman to a single, physical, unchangable asset, especially when all other assets of the same class have zero effect on one’s gender identity. You don’t exactly see many nonbinary robots running around, now do you? And there are definitely more than two spark types, despite the Transformers as a species being... very binary.
It also makes female Transformers into an “other”, which is a problem that has existed from the very start of the franchise, in some form or fashion, and really doesn’t need to be perpetrated anymore than it already is.
The estriol spark type was removed in the trade edition, and Roberts has expressed regrets over its inclusion, having realized that it was potentially offensive.
Getting back to the story, Swerve, Tailgate, and Ratchet have disappeared, though Ratchet seems to have left his hands behind. His stolen, Pharma-original hands.
That’s still fucked up to me. I don’t think it’ll ever not be fucked up.
Riptide reveals the reason that he wasn’t in Season One of MTMTE was because when he went back to grab a receipt for the ship two years prior, he’d discovered that the original owners were worshipers of Mortilus, Cybertronian god of death, and knew about the nasty little problem that was the sparkeater from the first storyline. When Riptide went to confront them about it, they beat him up so bad he was unconscious for two solid days.
Which is a long-ass time to be unconscious. That might have been a coma, Riptide. Jesus, I hope someone got him to a hospital after this beatdown happened, or at least scraped him off the floor.
With this last piece of the puzzle, we finally have the common denominator in this big ol’ mystery. Everyone who disappeared was on the Lost Light when it took off from Cybertron in issue #1, and everyone left behind- Skids, Getaway, Nightbeat, Nautica, Megatron, and Ravage- didn’t join until afterwords.
Of course, having the answer doesn’t do us much good when everyone is still missing, and Megatron seems to agree with me, because he’s about to throw hands, when Nautica lets them know that they’ve arrived at the rendezvous. Problem is, so has something else.
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I’m sure it’s fiiiiiiiiiiiiine!
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Turned Hunter pt.1
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*gif credit: @out-in-the-open *
A/N: here’s another little thing my brain decided to spit out at me.  It’s being handwritten before I type it, because, again, my brain fries itself if I jump into typing. Idk, it’s weird, I’m weird, welcome to the shit show.  I’ve tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible, written in second person.  I’m sorry if there are any mistakes. 
A/N pt2: Should I open requests? 
Summary:  Sam and Dean respect their youngest sibling’s wishes to stay out of the hunting life as much as possible.  Until one particular hunt on a college campus makes Y/N do a double take on what they are actually doing with their life.  Do they continue on with the family business, or are Sam and Dean the last generation of Winchester Hunters?
Word Count: 3.1k 
General warnings: Supernatural generic warnings. Mentions of blood, death, killings, stabbing, guns, etc.
Part 1 Warnings: sibling banter and antics (if that’s even a warning??) mentions of stitching/cleaning wounds...I think that’s it.
Enjoy :)
“It was the heat of the moment, telling me what my heart meant.  Heat of the moment, shown in your eyes...”
You groaned as your alarm with “Heat of the Moment” by Asia playing pulled you out of your slumber.  Albeit funny at the time, unfortunately now this was the only alarm sound that would successfully wake you up in the mornings. Earlier alarms began the wake-up process, but this one definitely woke you up all the way. Especially on a Tuesday.
Pressing the snooze button, you realized that was your last snooze before you had to be in class.  Which was in ten minutes.  You rush out of bed, tangled in the blankets as your search for a shirt and some shorts to quickly throw on before tumbling into your desk chair.  The computer slowly came to life, you just barely getting logged in to the class and marked as present.  Thank Chuck for technology, especially online classes considering your family background.  
Your brothers were adamant on you getting some sort of education, and it didn’t take much convincing for you to be enrolled in online schooling.  You had one advantage that most kids didn’t: moving didn’t mean changing schools.  Yeah, you had the bunker as your home base for schooling.  But with the frequent long distance hunting trips with your brothers, you didn’t have to worry about being the new kid at school.
Thankfully this class didn’t require much brain power.  It was Anatomy 101, not on your prerequisites, but you needed the refresher.  It came in handy when dealing with any injuries Sam and Dean obtained during hunts.  A boring 45-minute lecture later, you quickly opened your notebook and began writing down everything you could remember in hopes you wouldn’t have to rewind the lecture.
Flipping the notebook closed, you decided it was time to caffeinate.  You were the only one awake, considering it was just barely 6am and the boys didn’t get back from the last case until after 2am.  Dean would be awake soon, him and his 4 or 5 hours of sleep slowly coming to an end.  Sammy, on the other hand, probably wouldn’t rise until about 8am.
You were very thankful that this case was only three hours away.  You weren’t needed, it was a simple salt and burn, and you had asked to stay back anyways to get caught up on schoolwork.  To the brother’s, they knew you meant you needed alone time from them.  Yeah, you loved being around them, but they could be a little suffocating at times.  It was only a day and a half of silence, but you were not complaining in the slightest. 
As you made your way down the halls, you couldn’t help but remember the time you actually convinced Sam and Dean to stop researching and join you and Charlie playing hide and seek.  It brought a smile to your face, flashes of your brother’s smiling and laughing cross your mind.  Stepping into the kitchen, you made a beeline for the coffee pot, pressing the button that separated you from the liquid gold.  It didn’t take long for the pot to be filled, the steamy goodness silently calling your name.
Two scoops of sugar, a tablespoon of creamer and a drop of vanilla extract. Three simple ingredients stirred in to make your coffee perfect.  Perfect enough that Dean, Mr. Black-Coffee, started drinking it the same way.  Sam liked his minus the vanilla; to each his own. You lightly tapped the spoon on your cup, the coffee whirlpool slowing down.  Grabbing the cup gently, you made your way into the study.  The map table was still lit up, presumably from where Sam tried to file away the notes of the case.  Your presumptions were right as you saw the scattered news articles and monster papers.
Sitting in the chair facing the hallway, your eyes dart across the papers as you take a sip of your coffee.  Normally you stayed out of the lifestyle completely, but every now and then you’d help research or file away a closed case.  Charlie used to call you the Men of Letter’s Secretary because of it too.
You started sorting the papers and multiple sticky notes, making sure everything was placed into the file folder neatly, with the correct date and type of hunt labelled on the front of the folder.  You never understood why they kept record of every single hunt, because they knew exactly what to do for any type of monster that was dumb enough to get caught.  Not realizing just how quickly you managed to get everything done, you saw a very groggy Dean sulking past the study and into the kitchen.  
If there was one thing you learned about Dean after a hunt, he could drink a whole pot of coffee by himself if given the chance. He saunters into the study, a fresh cup of coffee lifted up near his face. The steam wafted into his face, awakening some of his senses.  He sat next to across from you, keeping the cup near his face and gently blowing into it, in hopes that it would cool the coffee off quicker.  The silence remained, neither of you talking since you both weren’t quite awake yet. It only took a few sips of coffee for Dean to be somewhat awake and comprehensible.  
“How was class this morning?” His gruff voice breaking the silence.
“Same as always.  Boring, basic Anatomy.” You take a sip of your own coffee, the still warm liquid warming you up.
“Mh.” He huffed.  That was about the extent of the conversation you two shared early in the morning.  Silence fell back over us, often broke by the occasional yawn or sniffle.
The sound of a door opening and closing in the distance pulled you and Dean out of your thoughts, gaining your attention. Heavy footsteps grew closer, signaling the awakening of the giant.  You got up from the table and went into the kitchen to freshen your cup of coffee, Sam not far behind you.  When he finally ambled into the kitchen, you just finished making his cup of coffee.
“Good morning, Y/N.” He ruffled your hair like he did every morning.
“Good morning, Sammy.” You shake your head, smiling lightly and handed over his coffee. “Just the way you like it, grumpy.”  He smiled softly, thanking you.  You both had wandered back into the study, taking your respective seats at the map table.  
“I got all the paperwork filed away from the last hunt. I didn’t know if there were any extra notes you both needed to add so I left it out.”  You slid the file folder towards the center of the table, setting your coffee down in the process.
“Thanks, Y/N/N. I intended to get it done first thing when we got back this morning, but I was way to tired to do it.” Sam pulled the file closer to him, flipping it open to read like it was the Sunday news.
“Yeah, I’ve got nothin’ else to add so it’s good for me.” Dean set his empty coffee cup on the table, leaning back in his chair to stretch out.
“No worries.  I’m assuming it all went well, considering I didn’t have to stitch anyone up?”
“Yup, super easy case after that ghoul we tackled last time.” Sam replied. Dean mumble in agreement.
“Good.  Well, if it is all the same to you two, I am going to go study for this midterm I have coming up in a few days.  If you need me, you know where to find me.” You get up from the table, grabbing your and Dean’s empty cups and dropping them off in the kitchen on your way to your room.
Once you closed your bedroom door, your brain went into study mode.  You flipped your phone face down on your nightstand and got comfy laying across the foot of the bed.  You grabbed the anatomy book off the small bookcase beside you, flipping to a random chapter to read.  The book had already been read in its entirety since you first got it.  Now you were just refreshing your brain on random parts.
Three random chapters later, that was enough reading out of a book, and it was time to go through your extensive notes.  You got up and sat at your desk, the small clock beside your computer reading a quarter to noon.  One of your brother’s would be bringing you lunch soon, you figured.  You flipped through the overstuffed notebook that was filled literally from front to back with notes from the lectures and the textbook.  It was all there, neatly color coded and easy to read through.  
There was a light knock at your door before it was slowly opened to reveal Dean, carrying a plate and a cup of water.
“Ham and Swiss with water?” You didn’t bother to tear your attention away from your notes.
“Ham and Swiss with water, sunshine.” Dean grinned, setting the plate and cup in the empty spot next to your notes.
“Thanks, De.  I appreciate it.” You look up, a smile briefly crossing your face.
“Sammy and I are going on a drive around town.  Gotta get gas in Baby and pick up some supplies, if you wanna get out for a little bit.” He meanders back to your door, pausing and looking over his shoulder at you before leaving.
“Raincheck? I really need to study.”
“Okay, bookworm. Call if you need anything.” He chuckles, shaking his head and pulling the door closed behind him.
You open your laptop, logging into Brightspace to see if grades had been updated.  Thankfully the teacher did update them, and you were still sitting at a 100%.  An alert tone caught your attention, a message from your teacher popping into your inbox.  Clicking the message, you saw that the midterm had been released two days early, and it was open note and off camera.  You could go ahead and take it, just to be done with it.
“Eh, what the hell.  I have nothing else to do.” You mumble to yourself.  
You clicked the begin test button and breezed through the questions, only flagging one to circle back to. You didn’t even look down at your open notebook, you were that confident in your answers.  There was still an hour and a half remaining on the timer when you finished the questions and went back to the one you flagged.
You flipped through your notes several times in search of some hint that pointed you to the right answer, but your search was futile. This particular question wasn’t covered in depth in any chapter, and just your luck you didn’t take any notes on it.  You finally gave in and decided to give your brothers a call.
You grabbed your phone and plopped on the bed, dialing Sam’s number, and connecting the call.  It rang once and then went straight to voicemail. He must be on the phone with someone.  You tried Dean, and after a few rings he picked up.
“Hey, Y/N/N. What’s up?” You hear his voice on the other end, muffled by the sound of the Impala.
“Put me on speaker, quickly please.” The urgency in your tone was stronger than you had intended.
“You’re on speaker. Are you in danger?” Dean’s voice was serious now, opposed to the light tone he had when he answered.
“Yes, I’m fine. I’m taking the midterm for anatomy since it was released early and there’s a question that is stumping me.  I need help.” You didn’t take a single breath in between sentences.
“Okay that’s a first. Second, breathe.” You hear Sam and Dean chuckle.
“Shut up.  Anyways.  The question is asking what artery superior and inferior gluteal artery arises?”
There was a dead silence on the other end.  You checked to make sure the call didn’t fail, the silence lasting longer than you had expected.
“I have no idea.” Dean finally says.
“Okay, broken down, you can first assume it’s in the pelvic area based on the artery in question, gluteal. I think it might be on of the iliac, but I don’t know if it is the interior or exterior.” Sam pipes up. You can hear Dean question how Sam knew that, but that’s all the response you needed for your brain to be up and running again.
“I’m an idiot!” You exclaim, ending the call immediately.
You jolt out of bed, sliding into your desk chair and opening up your notebook to the section with all of the diagrams of the pelvic region.  Bone structure to muscles and the circulatory system of the pelvis, it was all there.
“The internal iliac. Ugh, why am I so stupid?” You berated yourself for not taking the time to look at the diagrams.
You click the right answer and submit your midterm, letting out a sigh of relief when the confirmation pops up.  You clean up your desk, placing your notebook on top of your closed laptop, and finally dug into the sandwich Dean brought you almost an hour ago.  You let out a soft moan in contentment, it was the best damn sandwich you had tasted.
You can faintly hear the rumble of the Impala as it pulls into the garage. Rushing out of your room with the half-eaten sandwich still in your grasp, you meet the boys at the garage door, fully expecting a load of supplies.  Only this time, it was contained to two large paper bags, both of which were in Sam’s hold.
“Supply run is done!” Dean greeted.
“Not much? Sweet!” You shove the rest of your sandwich in your mouth, fist bumping the air.
You follow the boys to the kitchen, the three of you quickly getting everything put away and the entirety of the kitchen cleaned.  Dean was humming Metallica, having his own personal concert while you and Sam stayed fairly quiet, enjoying the good mood Dean was in.
Shortly after the kitchen was finished, you three went your separate ways, doing your own thing and staying out of each other’s hair for the most part.  Sam and Dean were doing their silent research in the study while you occupied the couch in the den, nose deep in a random book you had found.
Days like today were what the three of you needed.  Nobody needed saving in that moment, and you all could just chill, relax and enjoy the peace and quiet.  These days were sparse, so they were never taken for granted.
You definitely had considered going for a run or a small walk around the block, but that required taking one of the giant brothers with you. Dean always grumbled about the walks because he usually got his steps in during hunts, he’d say.  Sam, on the other hand, would turn the small fifteen-minute walk into a thirty-minute run, leaving you more exhausted than intended.
Mumbles can be heard from the study, piquing your interest. Placing the book down on the seat beside you, you get up and make your way into the study. As you grew closer, you could hear Sam talking about a potential case.  Their backs were to the doorway you were standing in, so neither of them saw you eavesdropping.
“Here’s one.  Statement from Iowa City Police released on Monday regarding the recent student deaths at the University of Iowa over the weekend.  An internal investigation was launched to find out exactly where the cause of death came from.”  Sam turned the computer towards Dean, his eyes skimming across the page. That made no sense to you, but it’s what the article said.
“What about it?  Doesn’t seem freaky. Serial killer on campus?”
Sam pulls the computer back to him, clicking over onto the other statement released by the campus.  “‘On behalf of the wellbeing of staff and students, the campus will instill a curfew until further notice.  Students are not allowed outside of their dorms or inside any academic buildings from 8pm to 7am.  Staff are required to submit a full attendance report at the end of each class to the Dean of Students. Anyone with information regarding the recent missing students, please contact Iowa City Police.’  Dude, this screams sketchy.”
“I agree. It does.  But I don’t think it’s up our alley.  Nothing about it seems supernatural.” Dean still isn’t sold on this case. You couldn’t blame him though.
“Well, if you look at it from an outsiders point of view, yeah.  But I got ahold of the crime scene reports.  Sulfur was found at all locations, also drops of blood from the victims.  The tox-screen on the blood came back with sulfur in it as well.” Sam stated matter-of-factly.
“Oh.  Demons.  My favorite.” The sarcasm that laced your tone made the boys laugh.  
“Well.  I guess we can go check it out tomorrow.  Everything is still packed in the Impala, so we only have to worry about ourselves.” Dean got up from his chair and walked out of the study, heading down the hall in the direction of his room.
“Yep. I get dibs on the back seat though.” You playfully ruffle Sam’s hair, knowing it annoys him.
“You always get the back seat no matter what, dork.” Sam laughs, printing out the all the articles and the reports.
You hated being more than a three-hour drive from the boys.  You knew you could make the drive easily, but anything more than that you were still skeptical. It was a personal preference, one that Sam and Dean didn’t argue about.  Iowa City was almost nine hours away, and something about this case seemed off.
Before you knew it, the clock struck ten and you were heading to bed.  You hugged Sam good night and made your way to your room to shower and change into some sweats and a loose shirt.  You had just gotten comfortable in bed when there was a knock on your door, Dean poking his head inside to see if you were there.
“Came to say we’ll leave about 7.  It’s an eight-hour drive, so I’d like to get there before the nightfall.” He sat on the foot of the bed like he did most nights.
“Sounds like a plan.  I’ll pack up in the morning; I’ll be awake before you and Sam anyways.” You laugh as he gets up, his face turning into a mocking expression.
“Yeah, yeah.  Good night, Y/N/N.” He leaned down and gave you a small hug and kissed the top of your head.  He was just about to close your door when he heard you whisper.
“Love you, De.” You had settled into bed, eyes closed, the only light coming from the hallway.
“Love you too, Y/N/N.” He whispered back, the door closing with a soft click.
You fell into an easy slumber, your dreams filled with echoes of your laughter mixed with your brother’s.
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kkusuka · 3 years
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Third year songs <3
this is most of the thrid years- not all 
from my spotify liked playlist <3
comes with a side of slight character analysis 
These are my interpretations of HQ characters and these songs!!
Time-skip spoilers!! (very slight) 
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Karasuno 
Daichi Sawamura
 Waiting for Superman- Daughtry
She's waiting for Superman
To lift her up
And take her anywhere
Show her love
And climbing through the air
Save her now
Before it's too late tonight
She's waiting for Superman
Daichi seems like he makes a  lot of promises, that he just can’t physically keep. He just has so many things going on that he just can’t pay attention to all of them at once. This leads to far too many forgotten dates and even more broken promises. You know its not his fault and he does too, he just can’t leave anyone hanging. 
Koushi Sugawara
 Island- Florida Georgia Line
We might as well be on an island
Like we're the last two on this Earth
Like we're frozen here in time
Like it's empty here tonight
I feel like suga likes to put himself back into happier times. And that he tries to hold into happy moments as they are happening. He says he is a man of the moment, but when he feels down, he tries to put himself back into the more joyous times. 
Asahi Azumane 
You say- Lauren Daigle 
You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing
You say I am strong when I think I am weak
And you say I am held when I am falling short
And when I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours
And I believe (I)
Oh, I believe (I)
What You say of me (I)
I believe
Asahi is clearly very attached to how people perceive him. So when people shower him with compliments, he attaches onto them. He likes what makes him comfortable and he wants to stay comfortable for as long as he can. Words are important to him, so when he hears something bad it can ruin him for a while. He really does believe what the people he loves say to him. 
Kiyoko Shimizu
 Mothers daughter- Miley Cyrus 
Oh my gosh, she got the power
Oh, look at her, she got the power
So, so, so
Must be something in the water
Or that I'm my mother's daughter
The power this woman carries. She’s built her confidence and she’s not letting anyone ruin it for her. I truly believe that her friends all become more confident because she wants everyone around her to feel confident too. Since she doesn't speak all that much she lets her body language do most of the expression. 
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Nekoma 
Tetsurō Kuroo
 High school sweethearts- Melanie Martinez 
Could you hold me through the night?
Put your lips all over my mine
Salty face when I start cryin'
Could you be my first time?
Eat me up like apple pie
Kuroo definitely takes trust very seriously. I feel he’s also really scared of someone breaking this trust, so he does form it with a lot of people. That saying if he does, he wants it to last forever.
 (...Step twoThis is a waste if you can't walk me down the finish line…) 
He truly believes in the people he surrounds himself with. 
Nobuyuki Kai 
Kill the Lights- Set it Off
Now I am cutting ties clean off
And I can breathe at last
So we all stand enthralled by this bland curtain call
And the truth we pursue as we all, we all beg you to
 Kai seems like he wasn't really that invested in volleyball, so having all these passionate people around him was a shock.  But he really got into third year, and he wants people to feel that passion too. In the back of his mind he feels bad for not feeling it like the rest of the team, but since looking in the past means nothing now, he tries to move on. 
Morisuke Yaku
 Mama- Mcr
And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
You made us oh so famous;
We'll never let you go
And when you go don't return to me my love
I mean, he is part of the mom squad. But it's ever so slightly more deep. I’m gonna say it's momma-bird syndrome. He doesn't want people to move on without him, seeing people achieve their dreams is great but he doesn't want you to do it if that means loving him. 
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Seijoh
Tōru Oikawa
Prom Queen- Beach Bunny
Maybe I should try harder
You should lower your expectations
I'm no quick-curl barbie
I was never cut out for prom queen
I feel like oikawa is constantly feeling like he has to catch up to everyone around him. At some point in Argentina he came to the conclusion that he was good enough and didn't need to rise to anyone's standards of him, but when he got picked for the national team everything came back. He still has all of those feelings from high-school. Never making it to nationals, feeling like he failed his team. 
Issei Matsukawa
Bubblegum Bitch- Marina and the diamonds 
Got a figure like a pin-up, got a figure like a doll
Don't care if you think I'm dumb, I don't care at all
Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored
I'm the girl you'd die for
I feel like to earn Mattsun’s trust, he would put you through some ridiculous trial of sorts. I also feel that he is very comfortable with who he is, and he takes no shit about it. But that comes with the fact that he rarely takes fault in things, and that sparks arguments. He’ll use your love for him against you, he’ll be as cold as he can muster, until YOU take fault. 
Takahiro Hanamaki
 OUT THE ROOF- Chase Atlantic 
Yeah, we stay lit
We fuck bitches, pop on pillies, that is it, yeah
Holy moly, holy shit, yeah
Me and all my people are heaven sent, yeah, yup
9this is a strait vibe for Makki) 
I feel like Makki drowns his problems out with meaningless activities. Like smoking or one-night stands. He’d rather drown out his problems then have them in his  face. Or when he’s forced to face them, he’ll deflect until he has nothing else to deflect. Because when you’re high there nothing to worry about! Why stress about meaningless problems when he can be having fun!  
Hajime Iwaizumi
 Endlessly- The Cab
Yeah, your friends may think I'm crazy
Cause they can only see
I'm not perfect, but I swear, I'm perfect for you.
And there's no guarantee
That this will be easy.
It's not a miracle you need, believe me.
Yeah, I'm no angel, I'm just me
But I will love you endlessly.
Iwa knows that he can't be there for you all the time. Physically he tries his best, mentally he can help when he can. But you both know that you're perfect for one another. He just can't help but listen to the people around him sometimes. You deserve the world, but he doesn't know if he can give that to you. 
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Fukurodani
Kōtarō Bokuto 
Prima Donna- Andrew Lloyd Webber 
Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?
Think of how they all adore you
We’ve all seen how Bokuto gets what he’s praised for literally anything remotely impressive. So that makes him a cannon prima donna! but that also means the lows and really bad mood swings. This song just fits him so well it’s scary.  
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Shiratorizawa
Wakatoshi Ushijim
 More- Usher 
If you really want more, scream it out louder,
If you on the floor, bring out the fire,
And light it up, take it up higher,
Gotta push it to the limit, give it more.
This seems kinda obvious, but Ushijima never gives up. Ever since he was a kid, he set a goal for himself and he went beyond what he even set out for. And that comes with a lot of work and training for every new level of volleyball. He’s just going to get better and better until he retires, or is forced to retire. 
Eita Semi
 strawberries and cigarettes- troye sivan
Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Headlights, on me
Racing to 60, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like
Blue eyes, black jeans
Lighters and candy, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
I feel like semi always thinks about how Shirabu replaced him on the starting line-up. But he’s mostly gotten over it, but certain things bring him back into that stage of his life. Then the cycle starts all over again. He constantly looks back on the game against Karasuno and thinks about wat would have happened if he was the setter instead. 
Reon Ōhira
 Remember when- Chris Wallace 
So can we push push push rewind,
Go go back in time,
When we were kids sneaking bottles of wine,
Take take take me back, I wanna go back,
Back to what we had! Do you remember when we started this mess,
My heart was beating out of my chest!,
Remember when we stole your dad's car,
Reon gives me the vibe that his days at Shiratorizawa were some of the best of his life. How can they not be? He made the greatest friends of his life there. And I also feel like he looks back on them a bit more than he wants to admit.
Satori Tendō
 This Side of Paradise- Coyote theory
Are you lonely?
Passion is crashing as we speak
You seem so lonely
You're the ground my feet won't reach
So if you're lonely
Darling you're glowing
If you're lonely come be lonely with me.
I get the vibe that Tendou attaches himself to whatever makes him feel wanted/safe. (ex. volleyball) he knows it isn't healthy, but he can't help it. This does lead to him completely distancing himself from you over and over because he thinks you’ll leave him. 
Hayato Yamagata- House of gold- Twenty one Pilots 
I will make you
Queen of everything you see
I'll put you on the map
I'll cure you of disease (Ooh)
And since we know that dreams are dead
And life turns plans up on their head
I will plan to be a bum
So I just might become someone
Even though we don't see a lot of him, I get the feeling he treats people really well. Like he cherishes people a lot more than some of them deserve. As you can see this leads to some unfair relationships and toxic people. He just wants to hold on until a good person comes along. 
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Nohebi 
Suguru Daishō
Mr Loverman - Ricky Montgomery 
I'm Mr. Loverman
And I miss my lover, man
I'm Mr. Loverman
Oh, and I miss my lover
I feel like this was way too obvious, but it really is his song. It’s literally cannon, every lyric in this song is what happened with Mika. but in the end he got her back and made his promise  to be a better loverman <3. 
Kazuma Numai
 Nonstop- Drake 
Future took the business and ran it for me
I let Ollie take the owl, told him brand it for me
I get two million a pop and that's standard for me
Like I went blind dog, you gotta hand it to me
He looks and acts like a guy who listens to drake. He just seems like a guy who won't stop or give up even when things take a turn. He’ll just keep fighting until nothing’s left. 
Kōji Hiroo
 At the Wheel- Colorblind 
I need something to wake me up
It's never strong enough
I'm just getting colder and starting over
Going numb is just the way I run from
All my problems when I can't solve them
Need to break away
Escape the way I'm feeling
Hate to be fake, but I'm just dealing
This one doesn't really have a true reason, i really just felt like this was his song.  Sorry just the vibe. 
;)
Inarizaki
Shinsuke Kita
 Oh Ms Believer- twenty one pilots 
Oh, Ms. Believer, my pretty sleeper
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder
Inside your head than the winter of dead
I will tell you I love you
But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears
My nose and feet are running as we start
To travel through snow
Together we go
I feel like kita is unintentionally cold towards the world, like he wants to open up but can't figure out how. But in turn if you can get him to feel “warmer” (get closer to him) he’ll share everything with you, almost oversharing. Just because he can't help it, he’s kept it all in for so long. Sometimes he just needs someone to hold him and make HIM feel better, because he does it for everyone. If you can manage all of this i feel like he’ll keep you with him forever. 
Ren Ōmimi
 Armor- Landon Austin
I'm not bullet proof when it comes to you
Don't know what to say when you made me the enemy
After the war is won
There's always the next one
I'm not bullet proof when it comes to you
I feel like not a lot of people approach ren because of how intimidating he looks. This has made him weary when people are really enthused to first meet him, because he thinks it’s a joke. After getting over that hurdle i feel like he just isn't an open person so it’ll take a long time to even get to a point where he trusts you. Hence the other wars after the first. 
Aran Ojiro-
 Never really over- Katy perry
Two years, and just like that, my head still takes me back
Thought it was done, but I guess it's never really over
Oh, we were such a mess, but wasn't it the best?
Thought it was done, but I guess it's never really over
Just because it's over doesn't mean it's really over
And if I think it over, maybe you'll be coming over again
And I'll have to get over you all over again
After all of these years, I really don't think Aran has truly gotten over losing at nationals in third year. And now on the national team he sees Hinata and Kageyama all the time and it takes him back. It makes him re-feel all the emotions he felt after the game. It hurt him to know that he gave his everything and still lost.  Like when he’s in bed he puts himself back into that self loathing phase of his life. 
Michinari Akagi
Try Hard - 5sos
It's obvious she’s so out of reach
And I'm finding it hard 'cause
She makes me feel, makes me feel
Like I try, like I try, like I'm trying too hard
'Cause I'm not being me
And it’s getting me down that
She makes me think, makes me think
That I try, that I try, that I'm trying too hard again
Akagi gives off boy best friend vibes.  But like to EVERYONE, so the person he liked just thought he was making fun of them and he didn't like them back. And i feel like that kinda traumatized him a bit, so when he got a new s/o he tried really really hard to make them special, but the same thing happened. 
i may do some with the second and first years, idk this took so long :)
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literaturebf · 3 years
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kevneil headcanons:
these are all platonic btw, but u can choose to interpret them differently if u want.
matt introduces neil to a video game at some point (i dont know any video games insert your own) and neil introduces it to kevin. at first they just play for fun but nicky wonders out loud who would be better at the game which is. a terrible decision really. suddenly neither of them can sleep bcs neil really wants to beat kevin just to see the look on his face and kevin just wants to beat neil because. hes kevin!! the two of them dont sleep for 2 days and only get up for practices they have a best out of three thing going on and it only ends because andrew flings the controllers out the window.
each of them have an allotted amount of time set aside in their schedules just to watch exy games together. they literally have an entire set up neil brings snacks and kevin downloads games and then they sit and BINGE old exy games that they stream on the tv. for hours. it's not healthy at all but they have SO MUCH FUN.
on mandatory fox movie nights both of them really love making unnecessary comments about every little thing they see. everyone will be watching in silence and kevin will just go: "hey that dog is cute" and neil WILL NOT REST until the rewind and he finds what dog kevin is talking about. it pisses everyone off so much but they sigh and do it anyway.
they get into such big arguments on the court ohmygod these two are so annoying. neil will tell kevin to work on his form and kevin's all: "SAY IT TO MY FACE, JOSTEN" and neil goes: "FINE I WILL" then leaves his position for the sole purpose of standing on his tiptoes and yelling at kevin. then they start ruthlessly insulting each other nd everyone expects them to start beating each other up, but then andrew walks over and pokes neil in the shoulder, once. this shuts him up and he walks away
throughout the whole week they continue arguing again but in french and then game night rolls around and both of them are doing post-game press and a reporter makes a comment about kevin + the ravens and neil + his whole backstory thing. both of them go quiet until neil just fucking. RIPS into the reporter and after a few seconds kevin does too. she gets verbally eviscerated and wymack is watching on the sidelines and begging for a quick death.
(their arguing stops after that)
the night practices still continue, but some nights the two of them just sit in the middle of the court, cross legged with their racquets in their laps. they talk about exy, they talk about classes, it's like an update session on each other's lives because no matter how much it might not seem like it, they do care about each other and want to know what's going on in their lives.
none of them know how to live functional lives. kevin over compensates on everything he does and micromanages everything and neil does the bare minimum to make sure he keeps living and passes his classes. it's a terrible combination and somehow they make it work??! they'll go for team dinners and kevin will deposit vegetables into neil's plate and neil eats it without complaint. neil sees kevin cutting down his diet and stressing too much over food and neil sits him down, drops a tub of ice cream in his lap and tells them they'll do extra practice that night.
they go for runs, in the mornings. they don't talk on these runs, but they use them to think and just be in each other's company. neil will get up at 5 every morning and andrew will just glare at him, but kevin will roll out of bed to go make coffee. they have a routine and it's very relaxing, especially for people like them.
the nights are hard sometimes. the nightmares come, and kevin wakes up with a silent scream in the back of his throat, and neil wakes up with his face on fire. kevin will wake up and go to the kitchen, pour himself some water and go to the couch. neil will get up, see kevin's empty bed and decide to get out of bed.
he'll join kevin in the living room, and kevin will start talking about whatever, and neil will join in. neither of them really want to talk about their nightmares, but eventually kevin starts whispering about riko, and neil quiets down. he does nothing except listen, he doesn't move, he doesn't talk, he doesn't offer any words of advice until it's over, and kevin is done talking. then, all he says is one thing.
"you're better than him, you know that. queen, remember?"
and kevin doesn't say anything. neil gets up to leave, after a bit, and then kevin talks.
"you're not him. you'll never be him, neil."
kevin has a knack for pulling all nighters, especially when exam time comes around. it's the ravens mindset that leaks into his brain and doesnt leave, and kevin doesnt know how to escape it. neil, on the other hand, does. he strolls into the room while kevin is studying, sets a cup of coffee down on the table and takes away kevin's textbook. he pulls out a laptop prepped with exy games and doesn't say anything. they have a staredown until kevin finally caves and leaves his revising for another night.
they only ever hug twice, because they don't like hugging all that much and have other ways of showing they care. the first time is at neil's graduation, kevin is the first from the foxes to reach neil when the ceremony is over. he just scoops neil into his arms and neither of them let go, and all he says is "i knew you would make it." and neil goes, "i know you did." and that's it.
the second time is at the olympics, when they win gold. this time neil is the one who hugs him, and both of them are laughing and they've really never been happier.
these two are best friends, they are brothers and anyone who says differently can kiss my ass.
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