#My little cat guy would feel like warm raw chicken.....Things to think about.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Life update Life advice. Go Bald and be free.

#non mdzs #Everyone was very nice and supportive about my new baldness I mentioned in the tags of last post. #And originally I was going to keep it in the tags exclusively for The Bit. #But your support has emboldened me. Now it's public knowledge. #I will still be baldposting in the tags until I'm no longer Smooth. #Showers are great btw. I have never felt so clean. #I worry for sunburn but I can just wear a hat! #My little cat guy would feel like warm raw chicken.....Things to think about. #Hair holds to many awful secrets and you can be free from it all by just going bald!

[getouswh0re]

TOKYO REVENGERS REACTIONS:

❤︎ forever is a long time, but I won’t mind spending it by your side ❤︎

an; how Tokyo Revengers characters realise they have fallen in love with you; warnings: none, slight angst, fluff, slight manga spoilers

characters; mikey, draken, chifuyu, baji

For as long as you could reminisce, MIKEY and you have been thick as thieves, doing all sorts of shenanigans (with most of them being his idea of course) and enjoying the time of your youth together. How you wish good times could stay like this forever; just the two of you running through the labyrinth of streets without having a single worry about what the future has to offer, the thrumming of footsteps echoing against the asphalt pavements as chime-like chortles reverberate in remnants of the dwindling sunset.

The two of you have been through ups and downs throughout the years, yet you and him would always seek for solace in each other’s company. The one incident, though, which brought both of your hearts closer than ever — was Emma’s passing. In the dingy bedroom, it was the first time you saw Mikey’s walls collapsing as he leaned into your chest, raw cries laced with heart-wrenching pain reverberating through the solemn midnight air. It broke your heart to witness the tough blonde in such a state of despair; he had lost way too many people already, and the light that was long lost in his hollow eyes now bore semblance to an impenetrable void — devoid of life, and the will to live.

“Hey, y/n ...” A meek croak cut through the lingering silence. “What does it feel like to be left alone ... before you get to realise all of the people you’ve loved is gone?”

Hearing that, your eyes were glassed with a layer of tears that was threatening to overflow. Nonetheless, you held it back, leaning forward as you pulled the blonde into your arms and gave him a tender hug.

“I know how it feels, Mikey ... it’s painful, you’re left alone, you want the agony to stop ... but you’ll not be shouldering this on your own. I’m here for you ... when you need me, okay? So please ... don’t bottle up all of these feelings by yourself. We’ll share the suffering and live on. Promise?”

People came and go in his life, yet the only one who stayed with Sano Manjiro until the very end was none other than you — his first love.

DRAKEN’S instincts have always been spot-on, and this is the same just like any other time — the only thing special is you being in the picture. From the day you become acquainted with the gang’s vice commander, Ryuguji finds himself gravitating bit by bit towards you. He would look forward to seeing you at every meeting, feeling his heart sink whenever you can’t hang out with him, Mikey and the others; initially the blonde only thinks that it is nothing more than a measly feeling — friends would look forward to hanging out with each other, right?

But it is soon proven to be wrong when an unintentional comment from him reveals his feelings towards you to everyone.

“Where is y/n? It feels a bit different today —“

As if everything is in slow motion, his friends swivel their heads around — stares burning into the back of his skull with their jaws dropped.

“Dude, you’re totally into y/n huh.”

Oh shit.

Before the blonde realises, everyone starts to bombard him with questions; not that they aren’t happy for him who finally manages to find the one, but rather — how do polar opposites like you and Ryuguji attract one another.

“Dude, you’ve totally found the right one!”

“Man I feel jealous that you have your eyes on them first! I would’ve shoot my shot if I were you.”

“If you don’t man up and confess, don’t blame me for stealing y/n off their feet —“

“Hold on!” A yell from him is all it takes to make the gang quiet. “How do you guys know it’s love? I mean it can be anything —“

“Just how dense can you be, idiot?” The others chime in unison.

Someone save him, boy is hopeless sometimes.

To pinpoint how he has fallen in love with you would be immensely difficult for CHIFUYU, there are way too many moments where he just finds himself diving headfirst into love! But if he has to choose the exact instant which kindled the flames of adoration, it would be every little bits about you which make him lovestruck.

He loves how your gaze softens at the sight of pets running around every time you come and visit him at the pet store he works at, cooing over how endearing you look as your eyes crinkle when kids wave to you on the streets, admiring your patience and kindness towards everyone you meet — the list goes on and on. Falling in love with you (to him) feels like a typical romance troupe which he has read ad nauseam in shoujo mangas, yet experiencing it firsthand is definitely a first for him.

And of all the attributes he loves about you, the one which makes Chifuyu ascertain his feelings is how you could see the good in people whom you hold dear to your heart — him included.

The sky fades into a myriad of pomegranate pink and indigo as the two of you hang out at the park after the gang meeting has ended, each of you eating an ice cream. With you finishing yours first, you turn over to look at the blonde, only to discover that he has some smudged on his cheeks. Seeing this reminds you of your childhood years together where Chifuyu also had ice cream smeared over his face — the nostalgia of it making giggles roll off your tongue, earning a perplexed look from the vice captain of the first division.

“What are you laughing at y/n??” It only make you laugh harder as his whining reaches your ears.

“Nothing! It just reminds me of how we used to hang out at the same spot when we were younger, also eating ice cream whilst watching the sunset. You also had ice cream all over your face back then. I can still remember that cute ass look on your face ~”

“Come on, it’s in the past! Stop mentioning it y/n, I’m going to die from embarrassment before long. You better attend my funeral —“

“Cute and dramatic as ever Fuyu.” You give him a tap on the nose. “But you know what? I feel so glad that fate brought me to this adorable kid with ice cream all over his face back in the days, and I’m grateful for having you in my life Chifuyu.”

Poor boy almost suffers from a heart attack.

BAJI adores your duality; whether it is watching you coo over street cats or casually firing comebacks at his occasionally snarky remarks, he embraces both sides of your personality, thinking it is what makes you unique to him. Other than that, the teen finds himself drawn towards you for another reason. Being the motherly figure of Baji and his friends, you would always make sure they take care of themselves, chiding them gently whenever they neglect their health; it is something in which he values a lot — he might be known as one of the toughest fighters in the gang, but Baji is also a teenager at heart.

Whenever he needs to vent, you would be there to lend an ear; every time he falls ill, you would rush to his house with warm chicken soup and all the necessary medications to take care of him until he feels better (despite him telling you that he is capable of taking care of himself, which he isn’t). Occasionally Baji would show up outside your bedroom window bartered and bruised, and you would put aside the things you are doing at that moment to dress his wounds, giving him a nag on how he should prioritise his safety over anything else.

You are like a pseudo parental figure to Baji — his solace and anchor whenever life doesn’t go as what he expects; he could never ask for more from you, but deep down — the teen knows that people would eventually drift apart someday.

And a part of him wished this would last forever, that he could let down his walls and be the middle school Baji that yearns to be taken care of by nobody other than you.

The longer he’s spent time around you, the more the queer sensation in his gut stirs. Baji could feel his heartbeat becoming frenzied each time he is hanging out with you, and his usual confident facade would drop as the teen stutters over words. And being rather dense at the beginning, nothing dawned upon him until Mikey and the rest almost have to withhold the urge of bonking Baji in the head for not realising how he’s fallen head over heels for you, did he realise all of this is love after all.

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[sukifans]

KEEP THE CHANGE // sokka

SUMMARY: this very attractive guy comes in every night during your graveyard shift at the 24-hour diner you work at, always doing something on his laptop. he might be selling organs on the black market, but he tips, like, really well.

WARNINGS: language, mentions of sex, guns/robbery, panic attacks, generally darker themes, all characters are 20+

WC: 5.5k

A/N: anotha one. 5.5k words accidentally. i plan on doing a part 2 and maybe more at some point, but for now i just had to get this idea out

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

Things I Know About Him:

1. He’s very attractive.

The bell above the door jingled and you looked up expecting to see an exhausted, slightly smelly middle-aged trucker like usual. When instead it was a cute guy around your age — tall, smooth tan skin, dark brown hair in a ponytail with shaved sides, wearing black joggers and a white t-shirt that showed tribal-style tattoos inked over the toned muscle of his arms — the smile you usually had to paint on for customers was genuine for once.

“Hey, how are ya?” you asked, standing from the table where you’d been rolling the cheap silverware in paper napkins.

“I’m fine, how are you?” he responded politely, shifting the weight of the backpack strap he had slung over one shoulder.

“Better now that there’s a new face in here. Just you tonight?”

“Seems that way.”

“Alright. Grab a seat wherever you’d like and I’ll bring you a menu.” You waved your hand out to gesture at all the open tables in the empty diner.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Just a coffee would be great, thanks,” he said as he made his way to a booth in the corner.

“You got it.” You moved behind the bar top to fill your pot with coffee and brought him over a chipped ceramic mug on a plate. You met his eyes when you set it down in front of him and you were almost struck frozen by how beautiful they were. They were the color of the sky on those perfect cloudless summer days when the sun seems to shine a little hotter; the color of the ocean in those tourist trap vacation agency promotional posters. You shook yourself to quickly recover, though given the opportunity you would’ve gladly stared into his eyes for the rest of your shift.

“Thanks,” he said, flashing you a small smile that revealed a peek of white teeth. The hell was a specimen like that doing in a place like this? He looked he belonged in one of those Calvin Klein ads.

“No problem. Let me know if you need something else.” You turned away when he nodded an acknowledgement as he pulled a laptop from his bag, hoping you didn’t look as flustered as you felt.

2. He takes his coffee weird.

The first time you saw him make his coffee you were horrified. You watched from behind the counter, amused at first, as he poured white sugar from the dispenser into the drink for a nonstop ten seconds. Sure, some people had a strong sweet tooth; that wasn’t too bizarre. You had to cover your mouth to stifle your irrepressible groan of disgust when he started drinking without even stirring to dissolve the crystals.

After some time it stopped being so horrifying and just became funny. You always had to avert your gaze to choke down your laughter when you spotted him crunching down on the undissolved sugar. If he hadn’t been so attractive it would’ve been creepy, but when he did it, it was... almost endearing.

3. He has money.

Every morning as the sun started rise you would turn to look at his table only to find him gone, leaving only neatly stacked dishes and a twenty-dollar bill behind. Even if he only drank coffee (total: $2.43, with tax, free refills), he would leave the bill. The first couple times he came in and did this you scanned the parking lot to look for him but it seemed like he’d vanished into thin air. After a week, you confronted him.

“You know, the coffee is only like two bucks,” you commented as you refilled his mug.

“I know,” he said.

“You’ve left a twenty here every night.”

“I know.”

You furrowed your brow. “We can give change here, y’know.”

“Keep it.”

“That’s a lot. Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” He obviously wasn’t a man of many words, so you dropped it. If he had money to burn and decided to burn it on you, you’d take it. “Starving artist” isn’t just a saying, after all, and this shift didn’t exactly rake in the tips.

4. He has something either illegal or important (or both!) on that laptop.

He always sat in the same spot: a booth all the way in the corner with his back facing the wall, computer sitting close to his chest. It looked very suspicious, for someone who was probably trying not to look suspicious. No matter how many times you tried to sneak a glance at the screen while you refilled his cup you couldn’t catch anything. You’d have to practically be on his lap to see something and, well, it wasn’t that kind of establishment and you weren’t that desperately curious.

At least you knew it (probably) wasn’t some sort of freakish porn — he never wore headphones and his hands were always above the table either typing, lifting his mug, or scribbling something in chicken scratch in a worn moleskin notebook. It wouldn’t’ve been the first time someone had tried to use the diner’s free wifi for something like that. You would’ve hated to have to ban him for life.

Things He Might Be Doing:

1. Selling organs on the black market

2. Making a new-age tech startup selling GPS microchips to helicopter parents

3. Running the r/TheRedPill forum

4. Investigating conspiracy theories

5. Starting new conspiracy theories to hide The Truth

6. Solving crimes/murders online à la Don’t Fuck With Cats

7. Anonymous

8. Undercover detective trying to crack the cold case of a family member’s/close friend’s/lover’s suspicious and untimely death that was ruled an accident

9. Government whistleblower putting together a groundbreaking report

10. Robot gaining sentience and plotting uprising

11. Clone seeking revenge on his creator

12. Robot clone gaining sentience AND seeking revenge now that he can Feel

13. Studying/writing/doing a project/anything else realistic and boring

With a sigh, you looked up from your scribble-filled notepad. There he was in all his glory: laptop out, half-drunk coffee to his right, notebook under his elbow to his left, a pen stuck behind each ear and one in his hand that he tapped thoughtfully against his chin. What he didn’t realize was that the cap of the pen was off, leaving dark marks on his skin. The sight made you shake your head with a small smile. You turned to fill your pot with “fresh” (quotes added out of legal obligation) coffee for the trucker that sat at the bar top with a patty melt.

“Ah, fuck,” you heard from the corner booth. When you glanced over you saw him wiping his tongue with a handful of paper napkins, black ink all down his chin and the front of his shirt. The pen must’ve exploded while he was biting on it (a habit of his, you’d noticed). Even the trucker guffawed when he saw the mess. You headed over to his booth after refilling the other man’s coffee.

“I’d offer the Tide pen I keep in my purse, but I don’t think it’d do much for you,” you commented as you replenished his coffee. He glanced up at you with a grimace.

“I appreciate the gesture,” he sighed, huffing when he realized the napkin dispenser was empty. You scooped up the pile of ink-saturated paper.

“I’ll get a few rags.” He nodded in thanks and closed both his laptop and notebook, shoving them out of the way on the seat next to him. You brought out a couple rags soaked in warm water and wiped up the mess on the table while he scrubbed his face. Even after his skin was rubbed raw, there was a tinge of black around his mouth.

“Thanks-” his eyes flicked to the plastic name tag you wore on your chest, “-(Y/N).” He knew your name from how often he’d come in but he wanted to be extra sure.

“Sure thing,” you said, waving your hand. “I see you in here a lot but I’ve never gotten your name.” When he only hummed in agreement and didn’t provide a name you pursed your lips. “So, what is it?”

“What’s what?”

“Your name,” you giggled a little.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “It’s not that important.”

Okay, weird. Maybe he had an odd name and he was embarrassed. “If I guess it will you tell me?”

“Sure.” He visibly seemed to relax a little. So definitely an uncommon name that he didn’t expect you to guess, then.

“Can I at least know what it starts with?”

He hesitated. “An ‘S.’” You smiled.

“Righty-o, Steven. Can I get you anything else while I’m here?” You pulled out your small notepad from your apron pocket and held your pen at the ready.

“Ah, no. I’m alright, thanks.”

“Alright, Shawn. Let me know if you think of something.” The corners of his mouth quirked up into a grin at your little game as you pocketed your notepad and walked away, soiled rags in hand. When you came back out from disposing of the rags, the trucker was gone and it was just the two of you left in the diner. Soft music crackled from the old speakers hung from the ceiling and he was back to typing away. You felt a little panic in your chest — he’d been coming in every night for the past month and a half and that was the most conversation you’d ever had with him. You had your in and you couldn’t let it go to waste now.

He looked up from his screen, eyebrow quirked, when you slid into the seat across from him. “What’s up?”

You shrugged. “Nothing. Just talking to my best customer named... Sam?” He shook his head and you groaned.

“Best customer?”

“Of course. I think you singlehandedly paid my utilities this month, Simon.” You folded and unfolded a paper straw wrapper idly as you spoke.

“Ah, I see,” he nodded. “Is that all it takes to get in your good graces?”

“Pretty much.”

“Sounds like you need a sugar daddy.”

“Are you offering?” You gave him a teasing grin that made his cheeks color pink.

“I, uh-“ he stammered and you laughed.

“Seth, I’m kidding.” You rolled the straw wrapper up into a little ball and flicked it at him around the laptop screen. It bounced off his chest and he chuckled nervously.

“Right, of course.”

“So, what do you do all night on that computer, anyways?” Self-consciously, he lowered the screen and you rested your cheek on your palm, propping your elbow on the table.

“Just some work,” he answered evasively. Right, illegal or important or both — the age old question with this guy.

“At night?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Well, you work at night.”

“Because I have a day job, too. And I like nighttime.”

“Me too.”

“Which one?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

You sat back in your seat, a little embarrassed at getting carried away and prying. “Sorry, I’m just curious. I don’t have a lot of regulars on this shift and I just think you’re... interesting.”

“Interesting? How so?” He smirked in a teasing, knowing way that made your heart flutter and your face burn.

“A cute guy that comes in at the same time, every time, to do work in the middle of the night and always leaves a massive tip is pretty interesting, at least by my standards.”

He faltered. “You think I’m cute?”

“You’re alright for a nocturnal weirdo, Sebastian.” You winked and stood up, smoothing down your uniform. “I should probably get back to work. If Mack sees me sitting down with someone he’ll watch back the security footage and clock me out for however long I was here.” You jutted your thumb out behind you to indicate the cook and manager of the diner who you could both hear clanging around in the kitchen.

“Sounds like a hardass,” he said as he pulled his screen back open.

“Yeah, well...” You shrugged again. “It is what it is, y’know? Anyways, just shout if you need anything. It was nice talking to you, Shane.”

When he left at sunrise as usual, there was an extra five dollar bill on his table along with the usual twenty. You grinned when you picked it up and saw that on it he’d written down a phone number and simply signed it from “S.”

5. His name starts with S.

“What are you so happy about?” Zuko asked when he saw Sokka’s grin as he came through the door.

“What? Nothing,” he said, purposefully setting his mouth into a neutral mask. Zuko rolled his eyes and sipped his tea, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“What did you do, Sokka?”

“Nothing! What, a guy can’t just be in a good mood?”

“No,” he deadpanned. Sokka scoffed.

“Right, I forgot I was talking to the guy who hasn’t had a good mood in like ten years.”

“Thirteen, actually.” Sokka shot him a look but Zuko’s face was serious. “Just tell me what you did. You’re usually tired and grouchy when you get back in the mornings, not smiling to yourself.”

“Christ, fine,” he huffed, yanking open the fridge to get a water bottle. “I gave a girl my number. The one at the diner.”

Zuko set his tea down and crossed his arms over his chest. “You did what?”

“Look-“

“Are you fucking stupid? With what we do, you’re just out and about giving your number to random women?”

“I’m sorry, we? You just got here, Prince Pouty. I can do what I want.”

“You’re putting everyone at risk, and for what? To get your dick wet?”

“I gave her a burner number for an app on my phone and she doesn’t even know my name. No one’s at risk.”

“You’re being selfish. This is bigger than you.”

“I’m allowed to have a life outside of this bullshit, whether you like it or not.”

“If it’s such bullshit then why do you still do it? No one’s forcing you to stay up all night digging for information and hacking people.”

“I can’t exactly do anything else now, can I? What am I supposed to tell employers I’ve been doing for the last few years, sitting with my thumb up my ass?”

“That is basically what you do, isn’t it?”

Sokka slammed his hands down on the counter angrily. “You can go fuck yourself, Zuko. You have Mai-“

“Mai is for appearances only.”

“-and Aang and Katara are together, and ever since Suki...” Sokka trailed off and then shook his head. “I don’t have to explain myself to you. Just for your shitty attitude, I’m gonna take her out on a mind blowing date, and bring her back here, and fuck her on your stupid little trundle bed.” Zuko opened his mouth to respond but Sokka cut him off. “Don’t bother. I’m going home and going to bed. Tell Aang and Katara I stopped by,” he grumbled, slamming the door behind him as he left. He felt a little bad about probably waking up his sister and her boyfriend, but Zuko had been grating on his nerves since he got himself tangled up in their business and his misplaced self-righteousness about a little flirting was the last straw. The prick didn’t need to overcompensate for being Ozai’s son by meddling in his love life. He could do without that, thanks.

Sokka was still grumbling to himself as he jiggled the key in the door to his small and slightly dingy studio apartment a few blocks down from Aang and Katara’s. Once he was in, he kicked off his shoes and bag by the door, stripped down to his briefs, and flopped into bed to immediately pass out despite the slats of sunlight filtering in through his ratty blinds. As he fell asleep he couldn’t help but think of you; you and your playful banter and your pretty smile (the real one that made your eyes crinkle, not the fake one you gave to creepy travelers passing through) and your many questions that he had to carefully evade. One day maybe he’d be able to explain himself, even if it would take a while to get to that point. That is, if you gave him a chance in the first place. He couldn’t exactly blame you for turning down someone whose name you didn’t even know.

He just really hoped you wouldn’t.

The next night at the diner was as achingly slow as any other Tuesday. So far only “S” had come in and still he just sat in the corner, drinking his coffee and doing whatever he does. You had texted with him briefly once your shift ended in the morning, but you had to sleep and then get to your other job before your shift at the diner so there wasn’t much time for flirty messages. Instead, you sat at a table nearby to roll silverware, offering small smiles whenever he glanced up and met your eyes. The warmth in your cheeks whenever he smiled back was becoming achingly familiar. You vaguely wondered if your face might as well just get stuck like that.

Finally, someone new came in a few hours after midnight. He wore a ball cap and a large black jacket, hands stuffed in the pockets. You gave your usual spiel in your syrupy-sweet customer voice as you rose from the table to slide behind the counter and prep a cup of coffee for him. As you talked, you noticed he kept glancing around shiftily and had yet to remove his right hand from his jacket. There was something about him that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

Sokka had been half-listening to the one-sided exchange when a sharp intake of breath and the sound of shattering glass made his eyes snap to you. You stood frozen behind the counter, hands raised to your shoulders, staring at the men who held a handgun level with your chest. His stomach dropped as he took in the scene, blood running cold when your terrified gaze drifted to him and then shot back to the gun trained on you.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to empty the cash drawer for me, if you don’t mind,” he said in an eerily cool, level voice that made your skin crawl. “Don’t try anything, I just want to get the money and get out. I‘d hate to have to hurt you.” You nodded, trying not to let your hands shake, as you shifted over to the register. Out of the corner of your eye you could see “S” subtly reaching for his phone, hopefully to call the police. This also caught the man’s attention and he trained the gun on him now. “Don’t think I don’t see you, pretty boy. Give me your phone.”

“Alright, man. Take it easy,” “S” said as he stood slowly with his hands up, holding his phone in one. He carefully made his way over.

“Here,” you said to distract the man. He looked over at the paper bag you held that looked like it only had a couple hundred dollars in it at most.

“That’s it?” the man barked. “I know you have a safe somewhere, you bitch. Open it and give me the fucking money.”

You stared, wide-eyed, and willed the tears welling up in your eyes to go away. “I- I don’t have a key-“

“Fucking figure it out!” he shouted, making you jump. Sokka felt white-hot anger bubbling in his chest when he saw a tear slide down your cheek as the man unlocked the safety on the gun. Without pausing to think, he leapt the last few feet between himself and the guy to knock the gun away. You screamed and ducked down when a shot fired off, but the man missed widely when his arm was hit and instead blew out one of the panes of glass at the front of the diner. Sokka kicked the gun across the floor and grabbed the man by the collar of his jacket before slamming him against the bar top. While he was winded he yanked his hands behind his back and shoved him to the floor on his stomach, shoving a knee into his kidneys.

“(Y/N), call the police,” Sokka said, trying to keep his voice calm. You peeked over the edge of the counter and then jumped up when you saw the state of the two men.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll, um- I’ll do that.” You fumbled with your phone, struggling thanks to how badly your hands shook. You screamed again when Mack burst out from the kitchen wielding a sawed-off shotgun. “Jesus fucking Christ, Mack! Took you fucking long enough to get out here, didn’t it? Poor Stanley had to take care of it!” You gestured angrily to the situation in front of you and Mack rolled his eyes with a huff.

“I was calling the cops, kid. Relax, you’re fine,” he said and you balled your hands up into fists.

“Relax?! I swear to God-“

“(Y/N),” “S” interrupted gently and you whirled around to face him. “It’s under control now. You’re okay.”

“You could’ve gotten hurt or worse and I-“

“But I didn’t. See?” He gestured to himself as Mack secured the man’s hands together with some zip ties from the back office and then to one of the barstools that was bolted to the floor. You didn’t respond to that and instead furiously wiped away the few tears that had tracked down your face.

“After you give the cops your statement, go home for a few days,” Mack said, sitting heavily in a chair that faced the man and holding the shotgun in his lap. You opened your mouth to protest but he silenced you with a hard look. “You’re shaken up, kid; can’t have you working like this. Besides, it’ll take a couple days to get insurance to replace that glass.”

You relented with a sigh and dropped yourself into a booth seat, folding your legs against your torso and resting your forehead on your knees to hide your face. You squeezed your eyes shut and sucked in a few deep, steadying breaths to hopefully push out the panic that still pierced your chest. You tilted your head up when you heard someone sit down across the table from you to see “S” giving you a concerned look. Self-consciously you wrapped your arms around your shins and pulled yourself into a tighter ball.

“Hey,” he said softly, “I know you’re okay, but are you, like... okay?”

You put your head down again and shrugged. “I guess.” You knew it was obvious to him that you weren’t, but you were thankful he didn’t push. Both of you were quiet for a few minutes and you could faintly hear sirens in the distance. All you wanted was to give your statement and go home.

“My name’s Sokka,” he said, finally breaking the silence. He drummed his fingers against the table nervously. You looked up at him again and gave him a small, watery smile.

“That’s a nice name,” you whispered with a sniffle.

Once you gave your statement and the police had taken the guy away in cuffs, you left the diner and were surprised to see Sokka sitting on the curb in front of the doors. He looked around at you when the door opened and he stood.

“You didn’t have to wait,” you said as he dusted off his pants.

“I know. I wanted to,” he said and looked you up and down. “You sure you’re alright? I can sit with you for a bit.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay. Thanks, though.” You both looked up at the sky in silence. The horizon was starting to fade from the inky black into a rich purple, stars still glinting above your heads. Dawn would be coming soon. Without a word, you walked side-by-side to your cars that were parked next to each other. When you popped your door open he looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he just gave you a closed-mouth smile and a small wave. You gave him an affirming head nod and slid into the driver’s seat. He waited until you drove away, car disappearing around a corner, before getting into his own.

As you walked up the stairs to your apartment, keys clutched in your hand, your heart was pounding again. Your eyes started to sting and you quickened your pace until you were practically sprinting to your door. After fumbling with the lock for a second you threw yourself inside and slammed the door shut, breath now coming in hard gasps. You slid your back down until you collapsed onto the ground. You curled yourself into a ball again, pressing the heels of your palms harshly against your closed eyes and feeling the tears spilling from them. You were not okay, you were not alright, you were not fine. Not at all.

You could barely see your screen through your tears, but you made the call anyways. It made you feel silly and weak but, God, you were so fucking scared. You just needed someone’s voice to ground you back in reality and he was the first person you thought of.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Sokka.” You winced at the way your voice cracked; how it wavered.

Obviously, he noticed. “What’s wrong? Did you make it home okay?” Guilt and regret panged in your chest when you heard how worried he was. You shouldn’t’ve called, you were being stupid.

“Yeah. I-I don’t know why I’m s-so upset but I’m really f-freaked out. It’s st-stupid, I’m sorry for b-bothering you,” you whimpered to the relative stranger on the other end of the line. You screwed your eyes shut and pressed a hand to your chest; you felt like you had been sprinting and you couldn’t catch your breath.

“You’re not bothering me, (Y/N), and it’s not stupid. What happened tonight was fucked up and you’re having a perfectly normal reaction. Just take some deep breaths, okay? You sound like you’re having a panic attack.”

Doing as he said, you tried to even out your breathing to bring your heart rate out of the stratosphere. “Okay, okay. I, um- Sokka?”

“Yeah?”

“Um, this might s-sound weird, but... do you think you could, um, come over? I‘ll make you breakfast.”

“Oh, uh-“ he hesitated and despite yourself you started to panic again.

“You d-don’t have to. I-I know you’re probably t-tired. I shouldn’t’ve asked, I just don’t want to b-be alone right now.”

“Hey, hey, stop that. It’s okay, (Y/N). I just don’t want to make you, like, uncomfortable or anything. Strange guy in your apartment, and all,” he chuckled nervously. “Not that I’m... strange, or anything.”

You giggled through your tears. “Oh, you’re strange, alright; but I like that about you. Besides, I know your first name now. We’re practically best friends.”

“You know what? You’re absolutely right.” He laughed a little and the sound made you feel a bit better. “Just text me your address and I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?” The tenderness in his voice made your damp cheeks warm.

“Okay,” you sniffled. “Sokka?”

“Mhm?” You could hear him rustling around at the other end of the line along with the faint jingling of keys.

“Can you stay on the phone with me?” you asked sheepishly.

“Whatever you need, princess.” The pet name slipped so easily from his lips that he didn’t even notice. You, however, felt your face burn hotter and a twist in your belly. From anyone else’s mouth you would’ve thought you were being made fun of, but he said it so earnestly that you just felt warm and tingly, like you were talking with a grade school crush.

“What?”

“Hm?” he hummed distractedly and you cleared your throat.

“You called me princess.”

“Oh, sorry.” You hoped he was blushing as badly as you were. It sounded like he was, if one can sound like they’re blushing. “It’s just... something I call people sometimes. Habit.”

“It’s okay,” you said. “It’s nice. I like it.”

“Interesting,” he responded. You could hear the suggestive lilt to his voice and it made the corner of your mouth turn up a bit.

You used to think that Sokka was a quiet man. Now, you knew you were wrong and he had always been too heavily focused on his work those many nights at the diner to properly flaunt what a motor mouth he was. He had no trouble sitting on the phone with you while he made his way over to your building, chatting away about... something — many somethings, for that matter. The details weren’t important; all either of you cared about was his almost prodigious ability to keep your mind distracted with idle talk. Despite your state he even made you laugh a few times. You were feeling better by the time he softly knocked on your door, although your legs still felt wobbly and weak when you stood to let him in.

When he saw your puffy, bloodshot eyes and the tear tracks that shone on your cheeks he felt an odd squeezing in his chest that left him a little winded. You had changed into a large faded t-shirt and leggings, your hair loose and falling delicately around your tired face, which had been scrubbed clean of makeup. He realized this was the first time he had ever seen you outside of the context of your work. Even though you surely felt like shit, in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but think you still looked adorable. He felt a strong urge to wrap you up in a tight hug, but held off. This was still new territory for you both and he had no idea how you would react to physical affection from someone so new in your life.

You greeted him with a tiny smile and closed the door behind him. He suddenly became acutely aware of how sweaty his palms were now that he was alone with you in your apartment.

“Do you want any coffee or tea or something? Water?” you asked. “I- I started making waffles, if you want one. Or do you want something else to eat? I have-“

“(Y/N), please,” he chuckled. “You clocked out. You don’t have to serve me.”

“I know,” you sighed, twisting a strand of hair around your fingertips. “You came all the way over here, though.”

“It was less than a ten minute drive.”

“Still.” You stared at him expectantly and he rolled his eyes as he sat on your couch.

“Just make me one of whatever you’re drinking. I’m not picky.” You nodded and turned into the kitchen to prepare a second cup of lavender chamomile tea with honey. He accepted it graciously when you handed him the mug with some tourist location stamped on it. He took a sip and was surprised when he actually liked it – he had never much been one for tea. You sat down in the armchair adjacent to the couch and set your mug on the coffee table.

“Thanks, Sokka,” you murmured. He waved his hand dismissively.

“Seriously, (Y/N), it wasn’t any trouble. I’d rather be here and know that you’re okay than sit in bed and worry.”

“Not that. Well, yes; thank you for coming over, but... I was talking about at the diner.”

“What about it?”

You could feel tears pricking at your eyes again and you swallowed thickly. “You saved me. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been there.”

“I’m sure you would’ve handled it.” His eyebrows shot up when you shook your head aggressively.

“He might’ve shot me before Mack came out if you hadn’t knocked his gun away. And you didn’t even have anything to defend yourself with!”

“I was okay, princess; I’ve trained in fighting in stuff. I had to do something. I couldn’t live with myself if he’d hurt you and I hadn’t at least tried to help.” At this admission, your tears fell freely again and you choked out a sob. Sokka looked panicked and he leaned forwards, fluttering his hands uselessly. “Oh, fuck. Are you okay? Did I say something?”

You shook your head. “No, no. You’re just really sweet and I’m really emotional. And tired.”

“Do you want a hug?” he offered hesitantly. You looked over at him and saw his cheeks had gone pink. With a nod, you stood from your chair and curled up with him on the couch, letting his strong arms wrap around you while you cried into his shoulder. He squeezed you tightly against his chest and said nothing. He just closed his eyes and rested his cheek on top of your head, trying to ignore his own tears that threatened to spill when he felt the way your whole body shook like a leaf.

Even once your sobs subsided to sniffles you made no move to get up. Your very bones felt heavy with exhaustion and the way Sokka held you was warm and comforting. You both eventually fell asleep like that, embracing on your couch, your mugs of tea and the bowl of half-prepared waffle batter on the kitchen counter forgotten for now.

#mine #ktc #avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #atla #a:tla #atla fanfiction #atla fanfic #atla fic #avatar fanfiction #avatar fanfic #avatar fic #sokka #atla sokka #sokka avatar #sokka x reader #sokka x y/n #sokka x you #sokka imagine #zuko #katara #toph #aang #atla gaang #sokka fanfic #sokka fic #sokka x oc #atla modern au #avatar modern au

[ladyfawkes]

Eugene Appreciation Week | Day 4: Snow - A Murder of Snows

A Murder of Snows by LadyFawkes Current Word Count: 1115 Current Chapter: 1 of 5 - The Corduroy Coat Rated T for upcoming chapters Summary: Cassandra teases Eugene one too many times about his dislike for snow. Rapunzel’s since been made aware of what one main reason is but she doesn’t know many others that Eugene has yet to divulge. He gives at least 5 examples that include reasons for him to loathe these tiny ice crystals. Each story is successively worse than the previous one.

Chapter 1: The Corduroy Coat

Eugene was shuffling around the chateau in his fluffy slippers and warmest pajamas. He’d claimed the poofiest chair and fluffiest lap blanket as well as dragging the chair to the spot closest by the fireplace. He’d lost track of the amount of hot cocoa mugs he’d been sipping, but Cassandra “helpfully” reminded him by demanding to know why he was on his sixth mug of the stuff. It was snowing lightly outside. “Just because you’re the Ice Empress of Corona doesn’t mean the rest of us have to like this weather,” he snapped. “If you weren’t such a snow curmudgeon, maybe I wouldn’t have to try and razz you out of it!” Cassandra reasoned, “This weather is so rare and so fun!!” “Maybe for you,” mumbled Eugene softly, his eyes staring unseeingly into his cocoa mug. Rapunzel was outside gathering clean snow for their water supply. The three of them took turns doing this chore and Rapunzel seemed to genuinely enjoy it and for once….it was one task he was grateful to pass by whenever she volunteered to take his place. Lance, who was too chicken to even be talked into going with them, had kept his chicken-ass self back in Corona. “In Vardaros, winters are typically vastly different,” he corrected Cass. “And that’s only one place I’ve lived or traveled through that has bad weather in the winter.” Cassandra considered him….truly considered, and replied, “I see.” She meant for Eugene to pick up the conversational ball, but she was uniquely terrible at dealing with touchy-feely subjects, and this was definitely one of them for Eugene. Ah well. Best to just say it anyway…. “Do you wanna...talk...about it?” It was clunky and stilted but Eugene could tell she was nonetheless trying to be sincere. Still he was about to rebuff her when Rapunzel rejoined from the galley kitchen, saying, “I think you should, Eugene. She needs to know and she’s listening.” “Even though most of these things are total downers?” he asked softly, idly twirling the spoon in his mug. “You might be needlessly dramatic sometimes, Fitzherbert, but you rarely ever deeply discuss anything….real. Rapunzel’s right. Out with it,” Cassandra insisted.

Eugene sighed -- undramatically -- and raked a hand over his hair. “All right, well, you can’t say I didn’t warn you guys….” ~~~~~~~((O))~~~~~~~ Little Eugene had just been given a donated winter coat. That coat came the closest to actually fitting him amongst the few others he’d tried on. It was warm and had nice buttons and he liked the way the corduroy felt under his fingertips when he touched the fabric. He went outside to show Arnie and his other few friends the nice sky blue coat. Yet before Eugene could even find his buddies, however, he was stopped by the Grundersen twins. Their red hair was closest to what Eugene imagined was what crazy-angry would look like if it were a color. Just one of those twins was more than twice Eugene’s size and the pair of them had backed him into a corner of the building outside. Not again…. thought Eugene. Left with nowhere else to run, little Eugene held up his arms in front of his face and gritted his teeth repeating, “Don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me!!” as if it were a mantra. “Give us the coat, runt,” the meaner one ordered. From behind his arms-shielding, Eugene looked cock-eyed at this twin and said, “But why? It won’t even fit you!” Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. The twin who was talking to him had reached over the top of Eugene’s head and grabbed the back of the collar of the coat, briefly lifting Eugene right off the ground. He threw Eugene down in some wet snow and proceeded to pin him in place with some really sharp icicles. It was their latest trick -- stabbing their victims in place like specimen bugs. Eugene slid down and only barely escaped being pinned through either shoulder. This new coat took the brunt of the punishment. The quieter twin had grabbed handfuls of snow and was cruelly white-washing Eugene’s face with the slush until his face was raw, chapped, and frozen enough that he couldn’t really feel anything anymore. It seemed like an eternity, but Eugene finally managed to scramble out of their grasp, but it wasn’t without sacrificing possession of that new (to him) warm coat. Although Eugene had eventually been given a replacement, it wasn’t nearly as warm, it was ill-fitting, and he’d actually got so cold that winter, he caught his first case of pneumonia. Not only that, but the Grundersen twins tormented him and white-washed him nearly every winter's day for close to five years. It was such a "special" season. ~~~~~~~((0))~~~~~~~ Cassandra sat back and studied Eugene with renewed regard. “And this isn’t your worst story?” she asked askance. In response, Eugene raised his eyebrows and took a particularly long slurpy pull from his hot cocoa mug. “Were those Grundersens the Stabbingtons in their younger days?” she asked astutely. “Very good,” Eugene clapped sarcastically. “And yes, none other. I got sick a lot during my days at the orphanage. Most of us smaller kids did.” “Why didn’t the orphanage do anything to stop them from accosting you?” Cass all but demanded. Eugene would’ve laughed bitterly, but instead it came out as a wan half-hearted chuckle. “You really don’t understand sibling dynamics, do you? If I had told the nuns anything, the twins would’ve amped up their attacks. As long as I shut up and said nothing, they kept their attacks down to just once a day. Most of the time.” “What finally got them to stop?” Rapunzel asked quizzically. And Eugene’s face unexpectedly lit up with a delightsome conspiratorial smirk. “I finally got big enough to outrun them and eventually humiliate them in front of the others one too many times.” Cassandra snorted. “Of course,” she replied with a half-smile. Then Eugene shrugged and grinned, “But what can I say? I do have them to thank for turning me into a fighter, though. A real scrapper.” “So you said you have even worse examples?” Cass prodded. “Okay, so you really wanna know? Then you’re gonna have to agree to stick with every single story, right here and now,” Eugene insisted. “No backing out halfway through,” he said seriously. “I’m not gonna dredge

all of this up for nothing.” “Agreed,” Cassandra said easily. “You know I’ll stick around,” Rapunzel said softly, reaching out a hand to Eugene. He grabbed her hand and gave it a little squeeze before continuing….. ----------------------- P.S. Sorry this is late, I had a VERY needy cat all of a sudden, who kept interrupting me literally every 20 minutes for FOUR HOURS as I was trying to complete the first phase of this one. And then I kept falling asleep, lol. Good thing the next day is a Free Day and I can just post this in its place.... I also happen to already have ideas for each chapter. @gleamful-lanterns @kingreywrites @autumn-ravenclaw @fishskiin

#eugene appreciation week #eaw #eaw 2021 #day 4 snow #eugene fitzherbert #rapunzel #tts cassandra #my fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction

[thefreakymunson]

"Where the hell are they?"

The question was rhetorical. Anyone who knew Jon Moxley, knew that he was rarely on time. Pair that with Seth and Roman, who were always ten minutes early, and you've got yourself three people who can never link up on schedule. However, when Roman spoke to Jon on the phone, he made them promise they wouldn't leave before Jon arrived. Jon had someone he wanted them to meet.

Ever since Jon had left, things had been different, which was expected. The trio had become a pair, and while Roman and Seth missed him greatly, they knew he wasn't happy in WWE. They wished him well, and they still hung out when their busy schedules allowed. This time, they hadn't seen each other in three months. So the reunion was going to be fun. They had planned a day at their favorite bar in Peoria, Mack's. The three of them had discovered this bar after a rough episode of Raw in 2016, when they all three desperately needed a beer.

"There," Roman pointed to the door that had opened. Jon was pulling his sunglasses off and tucking them in his shirt while he spoke to someone they couldn't see, "Over here!"

Roman's loud voice caught Jon's attention and Roman and Seth stood up. When Jon got closer, they could see a shorter man walking behind him, holding onto his hand tightly. They all hugged Jon, Roman went to ruffle his hair, but was suddenly stopped when he realized how short his hair was now.

"Ah man, where's your hair?" Roman joked, "You're basically bald now!"

"Too long, had to cut it off." Jon shrugged and turned to the unnamed guest, "This is Darby...he's my boyfriend, Darbs....this is Seth and Roman."

"Yeah, from WWE." Darby nodded, "Nice to meet you two."

The three shook hands and Roman and Seth motioned for them to come sit down, which they gladly did. Darby's feet were killing him. They sat across the booth from one another, Seth and Roman on one side, while Darby and Jon took to the other side. The waitress came over and handed them their menu's and took their drink orders, all four men ordering beer.

"I'm starving," Darby said as he looked down at the menu. He was nervous, meeting these two guys from Jon's past that he talked about a lot. Jon could sense his nerves, and under the table, placed a comforting hand on the inside of his thigh, slightly squeezing to comfort him.

"Yeah. We missed breakfast." Jon sighed as he looked over at the two men, "So...whats up? How have you two been?"

"Really good, actually." Roman nodded, "It's been different since you left, but we're okay. They're pushing Seth as a god..."

"We all know he was perfectly fine with that gimmick," Jon smirked as he glanced over at Seth, "A walking god complex, you are."

Seth glared at him, and kicked his foot lightly under the table, but shot back with "Well...they liked what they seen, I guess."

Darby sat in the corner and watched the three of them interacting, and couldn't help but feel the small amount of jealousy pitting in his stomach. It was stupid, and he knew that. But Jon was one of the best things that had happened to him. The fact they were sitting across from his former teammates and lovers was enough to make anyone antsy. Roman was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. He had a hulking figure, and hair that was surely made of pure silk. Seth was bearded and rugged, and while they had similar styles, Darby knew he was probably no match against Seth. His self confidence diminshed a bit more.

They had a long talk before they came to Mack's. Jon talked about how he had missed the two men, but how happy he was with Darby now, and how Darby shouldn't be jealous of envious of them. They were Jon's past. But they were a past that Jon consistently talked about. He knew the three of them were close. But goddamnit, he wanted that with Jon, too.

The trio had split with the promise of keeping in touch and remaining friendly. However, that didn't sit too well with Darby. In his opinion, past relationships should have stayed in the past. He wanted to do what he could to support his boyfriend though, and if meeting up with Roman and Seth helped him cope with the big changes that he made, then he would meet with them as well. He was surprised when Jon invited him along, telling Darby he wanted to show him off. Darby never considered himself much to be shown. But it eased his trust issues. At least he wouldn't be left in the dark.

"What are you gonna eat?" Jon looked over at Darby, seeing him chewing on his painted black nails. It was a habbit Darby was trying to quit, so he reached up and tangled their fingers together, pulling his hand down to his lap, making Darby blush lightly, "I'm thinking chicken."

"A burger, more than likely." Darby said softly as he leaned against Jon's shoulder and looked over at the two men across from them who were studying their menu's.

"You okay?" Moxley whispered into his ear.

Darby nodded his head and looked up into Jon's blue eyes, seeing the concern. Jon knew how he felt, but he also knew how grateful he was to be included in this. He studied Jon's eyes, seeing the concern for his well being and his mental state. Jon knew about Darby's past relationship, which ended in his heart being shattered after catching his ex boyfriend cheating on him. He wanted nothing more than to prove to Darby that he wouldn't hurt him. That he loved him deeply.

Moxley squeezed his hand comfortingly as he went back to looking over his menu. Soon the waitress arrived to take their order. They ate in comfortable silence, talking amongst themsevles, before Roman adverted his attention to Darby.

"So...I seen you two's match last week." Roman cleared his throat, "When you came out with Jon's face on yours...that was genius."

"That was freaky," Jon laughed, gently elbowing Darby in the side.

"My favorite scare tactic," Darby chuckled, "Did you see his face when he seen it?"

"Yeah, Moxley didn't know what to do. He's a scaredy cat." Roman teased.

"I am not," Jon said with a mouth full of food, "I just wasn't expecting it."

"He won't watch a horror movie with me, either." Darby shook his head, "Looks like a big ole tough guy, but is really a big ole softy."

"Oh shut up," Jon waved his hand dissmissively, "I'm not some psycho that enjoys being scared."

They fell back into eating and occasionally chatting, and Roman noticed the glances and looks Jon and Darby were exchanging. It was cute, and he was glad Jon had found someone to be with. While he desperately missed and loved Jon, he wanted nothing but the best for the man in life. He's always heard, that if you loved something or someone, to set it free. And Jon was finally free in life to do and conquer what he truly wanted in life, which was to be recognized.

They all stayed until late in the afternoon, and Darby found himself immersed in their conversation. It became clear to him soon that Jon had genuinely put their relationship in the past. He caught Jon staring at him a few times, with such a look of love and adoration. It made that warm feeling swell within him. He had to realize that Jon genuinely loved him.

Soon, the bar announced it would be closing. They paid their bill and split the tab four ways, and said their goodbyes. Seth and Roman walked the opposite way of Jon and Darby, leaving the two lovebirds alone.

Darby held Jon's larger hand with both of his as they walked and he noticed that was slightly buzzed, having drank almost six beers. Jon had a goofy grin plastered on his face as they walked.

"What are you so smiley about?" Darby asked, laying his head on Jons shoulder.

"I just had one of the best days of my life in awhile. I missed them, ya know? But I got to spend time with them and you. It was fun." Jon shrugged, "Plus...I'm a little drunk."

Darby laughed and they walked back in silence to their hotel room. Once they were inside, Jon took his shoes and pants off while Darby went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he walked out of the bathroom, he found Jon lounding on the bed in his boxers, flipping through the television channels. Darby stripped down to his boxers himself, and crawled in bed beside of him, laying his head on Jon's broad chest. He idly drew hearts through the patch of chest hair and looked up at him, sighing softly, "I gotta admit...I was jealous."

"Jealous?" Jon glanced down at him, "Why?"

"I mean, before we got there. It's not every day that you go with your boyfriend to have dinner with his ex boyfriends." Darby quickly licked his lips, "But...I understand now. The three of you...your friends. I always thought that when relationships ended....they always had to end badly. It isn't that way with the three of you, is it?"

"No," Jon shook his head, "I had fun with them. But a relationship with two other people...it wasn't too much for me, ya know? I loved them both...but I wanted something more personal. I wanted then what I have with you now."

Darby stretched up and cupped Jon's stubbly cheek, and kissed his him, letting his lips linger ontop of Jon's for a few seconds longer, before he pulled back and shook his head, "I didn't think it was possible, but I think I love you even more after today."

"Good," Jon winked at him, "Cause I fall in love with you more every day."

#Jon Moxley #Darby Allin #fanfic #Moxlin #Moxby #Seth Rollins #Roman Reigns

[waywardwhump]

Carry On

When she opened her eyes, she saw that the sun had risen.

Soft movement against her chest. Fluffy. Breathing.

The moment Danielle moved, Scourge's eyes opened. He stood, tail tip twitching, but he didn't move from where he sat until she sat up. It took several seconds too long for her to register the noises she was hearing as meows. Uncaring about the pressure against her side or his insistence that she lay back down, she curled in on herself. Her leg hurt worse now, too painful to bend, or else she'd have curled up tighter. More than the pain, though, she was cold. The house was freezing.

Winter already?

Teeth chattering, and thoughtless of Scourge's presence, she pulled herself up and made her way toward the back of the house. All the way back, to crawl under the covers of the bed. Frosty covers, they pressed against her skin and made her feel colder, but she knew if she waited there long enough they'd warm.

Cat followed. Jumped up to rest next to her. Cats were supposed to be independent. Cats don't follow their owners around. This wasn't even her cat.

Wished Rachel was there. Rachel could give her hugs and get her warmer faster.

She'd be there. Eventually. She'd find her. She found her before.

...although...

Inside of a house. How was the doctor going to find her...?

Laying there, it occurred to her that maybe her partner was looking for her, but she just couldn't locate her. That might be why she wasn't there yet. Shit, she should've thought about that before.

This meant she was going to have to move again. Leaving the house wasn't an option. She wouldn't make it one block.

When she stood, she took the blanket with her. Grabbed the pillow and held in in her teeth. Went back into the living room. Dropped her things on the floor. Should drink more water. Should eat. She did both. Glanced over the chicken on the floor. Cat still hadn't eaten. If it didn't eat soon, she was going to have to throw that away and get something fresh out. Went to the kitchen, refilled the water bowl. Refilled her bottles too. Returned to the living room and remembered that Rachel didn't know where she was only after she'd sat down.

Right. That thing. She needed to do that thing.

Cat was against her back.

She pulled out her comic supplies from her backpack, pulled out a paper. On that paper, in big letters, she wrote...

She wrote...

Dr. Evans.

Doctor's name. Dr. Evans.

Doctor wasn't going to see this there though. She had to do something about that. Find tape. Something. Got back up. Wandered the house. Found a nail sticking out of the wall by the sliding glass door, and that would do nicely.

Problem. She couldn't go outside without the cat running away.

She put the cat in the bathroom and closed the door. He meowed in protest. It'd only be a few moments.

Danielle grabbed the blanket from the floor and wrapped it around her shoulders, clinging it close to her chest as she limped toward the front door. It felt like she'd been going at this for a long time. Probably had. Her leg was in agony. Everything was sore. Her palm hurt. Whatever happened to her, it hadn't been nice.

Zombies. Zombies happened.

Out on the porch.

Turned around, set to pushing the nail through the paper and into the outside of the door. Used the palm of her uninjured hand. The door was tough, but she was stronger, and she kept at it until it was good and pushed in.

Looked out at the neighborhood. She still didn't have the gun with her. That was probably bad, there were still monsters out. She could see them, lumbering, not too many now, but enough. One of them noticed she was there. She watched it make its way for her, slowly. Should do something about that.

Danielle leaned back against the door. There was a story they told her, about how a guy had to fight someone bad. Tiny guy. Not at all strong, but he was supposed to fight this giant. It was an unwinnable fight, but the little guy, David, he prayed really really hard, and then he threw a rock, and then the rock killed the giant. The people who told her that story used it to motivate themselves and others to stand up to their obstacles. If God helped him take down a giant then He can help anyone overcome anything.

Bad thing was closer now. It didn't really have red eyes, or wings, or the sharpened edge of a dragon's muzzle.

Oh, but there was another story about David. People didn't dwell on it much. It wasn't so nice of a story.

David did something bad. What was it he did? There was a...wasn't there this bad guy? This...he was one of God's chosen, but he ended up being a tyrant, and people wanted to get rid of him but they were afraid of killing him. Started with S...or, no. No. Because the thing that happened with David, there was a song about it, from the kid's movie with the ogre. There was a lady that David liked, and he like, cheated or something for her. Murdered for her...?

And his punishment for this was to lose his kid.

The story focused on David and his faith, but the thing that always upset Danielle was that the kid wound up being punished for something they didn't do. Everyone always focused on David's reaction, but rarely did they go, 'oh, right. Poor kid.'

Demon was at the porch now. She really needs to move. Sluggish, but she finds the handle, and goes back through the door. Closes it behind her. Hand on her cross, thumb digging into one of the arms as she makes her way back to the bathroom. Lets the cat out.

She's so tired.

Back to the living room, back on the floor. She wraps the blanket around her tightly and rests her head on the pillow. Laying on her side. Cat presses into her back. He was meowing, but quieted once she settled.

The sun was still up the next time she opened her eyes. Significantly lower, but still daylight.

She drank water and she checked the can of chicken.

Half of it was gone. Good. Good thing.

Cat pressed into her side. Meow. Meow. Meow.

"...what do you want?"

Stupid question. She knew what it wanted.

Better question. "Why do you care?"

Her hands are shaking, and her injured one burns, but she picks the cat up and sets it in her lap. Listens to its frantic purring and noted that, although she was pretty fucking sure that it didn't like being held, it was tolerating her loose hug.

"Haven't done anything for you yet but piss you off. Food doesn't count, it's your right. So why do you care?"

Cats fur was matted with blood. Her blood. That had to be irritating.

She pressed her face into its side anyway. Fur was soft against her face, regardless of the filth.

"...I don't know you. You're not my friend."

The words were more breath than voice. Pressure behind her eyes, and she wants to cry. Something raw and painful dragging its claws over her insides, but she's too tired to weep. Felt the cat pull itself from her arms and readjust to lay down closer to her hip before she went back under.

Darkness, when she awoke. Dead of night. Shivering and sweaty, mouth dry. Blindly reached out for her water to fix that.

Strange noises. Probably nothing. Demons were made of shadows, but they're still too big to get through window or door. Queen Lydia's pissed that she can't get inside. Bad guys never win.

The edge of darkness softened, the first rays of sunrise. Just bright enough that she can see the faintest of edges that formed the world around her. Got more water. Opened a can of food and ate, not caring what it was. Canned fruit. Pets the cat in the dark. Went back to sleep.

Entire day went like that. Save for a trip to the sink for more water, most of what she did was rest. The sun sank, then rose, and sank again. Lost track of time, only knew that she'd been in the house for a while. Eventually she went searching for more blankets. Stole one out of the kid's room. Grabbed a couple from a cabinet she found. Piled them up on the living room floor.

Didn't keep her gun too close by, bad idea to have it within arms reach while sleeping, but it was close enough that she could get to it in a semi reasonable amount of time if she needed to.

Woke up early morning. There was a cat with her.

Pretty cat. Long brown fur. Bright yellow eyes.

Her mom had brown hair. She got her blond from her dad, and the light honey brown eyes from her mother.

She pet him, gave him scritches. Listened to him purr.

Her voice was quiet, but it sounded so loud.

"...are you my mom?"

There's no answer. Doesn't have to be, really.

Cat has her mom's brown hair. Cat's also been taking care of her this entire time. That's why he was so concerned about her. She didn't have to do anything, being her mother's daughter was enough.

Strange, though. Her mom was never a cat before.

"Mommy."

Pulling herself halfway out of that pile of blankets, she curled around him as much as she could without hurting her leg. A brief meow of protest when she moved, but only purring and head rubbing after.

"You've been gone years...you aren't supposed to leave."

Her attempt to edge her tone with accusation feel flat when all she managed to do was whine the words. Before she could think of anything else to say, the brush of fur quieted her, and she was asleep again before she could remember to be upset.

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The Daughter of a Righteous Man- Chapter 28

*SEQUEL TO THE LOOK IN HER EYES*

After her husband is drug to Hell, Ava Winchester and her brother in law Sam try their best to do right by Dean and raise her daughter, only to find that good intentions aren’t always enough. Loving someone isnt always enough.

Chapter Twenty-Eight, When the World Burns

Dean

About 3 years later

"You really think that an underground bunker is a good place to raise a kid?" I asked, holding Nel in my arms as she pulled on my ears. She was bored. People say it's the terrible twos, fuck no. Try the terrible every year. Maybe it was because she was a Winchester kid, but she got bored running in circles. She’s got that stir crazy gene.

"I don't know where could possibly be safer than this," Sam said, with his arms crossed.

"It is greatly warded," Castiel agreed. "You had to remove a lot just to let me in."

"Yeah, but I want her to have a normal life."

"I don't know if we can while we're still in the life," Sam said gently. "You ready to give up hunting?"

"If there are," I glanced at Nel. "M-O-N-S-T-E-R-S out there I'll be in the life. Gotta make the world safer for my princess." I bounced her in my arms and she fell into a laughing fit. "Want to check it out, monkey?" I asked her.

"I no monkey,” she complained, patting my shoulder to instruct me to let her down.

I nodded. "Of course." I sat her down and her chubby legs pattered around the kitchen of the bunker. "It's going to be a bitch baby proofing this place."

"Bitch bitch bitch," Nel sang.

"Crap," I sighed. I needed to be better.

Those were the moments I missed Ava the most. When I felt like a failure. She would never make those simple mistakes. If she was here, Nel's first word would've been mama like it was supposed to be, instead of glock. How'd I fuck up so bad?

"Dabby,” she said, tugging on my pant leg. "Up."

I smiled at her and picked her up. I pressed a kiss to her nose. "What do you think?"

"I love it,” she said as clear as day, her blue green eyes glowing.

"You heard it, boys. Unpack. We will figure out how to make it normal for her after we get some pizza."

"Pizza pizza!" Nel sang, kicking her legs.

Every night Nel slept in the crook of my arm, her little face against the curve of my neck. I could feel her warm breath on my throat. She would wake up every few hours to place sweet kisses on my skin, and I'd pull her even closer.

Our life wasn't logical. The Impala was never meant for a car seat, but somehow I found Baby a lot sexier knowing my girl was protected. We'd lived in the bunker for a few weeks and gotten Nel into day care. It was particularly difficult, but considering that Cas had his wings, it was pretty easy for him to poof and pick her up at closing time.

I was pretty confident that the women thought we were an item, but I didn't really care. My days of women ended when Ava died. I was a father, a brother, a hunter, and a friend. That was it. I only had room for one girl in my life, and she was more than a handful.

Ella

About Sixteen years later

"What the fuck is that?" Dad asked, looking up from his beer. His eyes landed on the purring lump in my arms. His eyes are wide and his eyebrows raised. He kept blinking as if he expected her to disappear at a moments notice.

"Her name is Clementine," I said flatly, holding the hairless kitten in my arms.

"I said what is that. Not who."

"She is a Spynx, Dad."

"Who let you... why do you...?"

Jack walked into the room lazily, probably to get a glass of chocolate milk, or to make sure the ice cube trays are full. He's always very concerned about that. "Dean! I see you have met Clementine."

"Are you a part of this?" Dad asked Jack, standing up from his seated position.

Jack smiled widely, looking insanely proud of himself. "We cannot have a cat because you are allergic, but I read that you won't be affected by Clementine, and Ellie has been so sad lately. I thought she could use a friend."

Dads expression softened a bit, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "So you got her a hairless cat."

"Yup," I said blankly, scratching under her chin. Clem grabbed my hand in her paw and licked my palm. "But you won't be around much longer, so what do you care?"

Castiel came from his room, bursting into the kitchen with a large, toothy grin. "Good news."

"Found a lead?" Dad asked desperately, clasping his hands together.

"No, but I did learn how to knit a sweater for Clementine,” Cas said, holding up the roughly knitted purple sweater. There weren't enough holes for all her limbs, but it was the thought that counts.

"Aww, Cas! Thanks. Do you love it, Clem?" I asked her, as Castiel brought over the sweater for her to sniff.

"It looks like a raw chicken. Why does it need a sweater?" Dad complained. "Am I being punked? Is Sammy in on it too?"

"Who do you think picked the name?" I countered, eyeing him.

"The fuck is happening?"

"Jack wants me to be happy. You know, that's what family does." I blinked at him blankly. I knew just how to get on his bad side, so when Jack pressed on what I wanted for my birthday I planted the seeds for a cat.

Nothing could've prepared me for him bringing home Clementine, though. Her big blue eyes and loud purr were growing on me.

"I get that you're mad but this. Eleanor this is just now how we do things. You can't just bring animals into the bunker."

"My other two dads said it was fine. You did say they'd be taking over the parenting when you were in the middle of the ocean, right?"

Cas lowered the sweater he knitted sadly. I was being cruel, I recognized that, but obviously crying didn't work. I needed to make my way down the list of ways to guilt him.

"Can I talk to you in private?" Dad asked, low.

"I supposed. Jackie want to take Clementine?"

"Do I?" He grinned widely, opening his arms. I lifted Clem into his arms and she nuzzled him. "Hello, Clementine. I am your brother, Jack. You are a cat, and I'm half angel, but we are both Winchesters! Family is very important here..." He started rattling off as Cas lead him out of the room.

Dad crossed his arms. "What's this about, kid?"

"You really have to ask that?"

"You don't throw fits."

"Trying something new."

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Michael must've been yelling again. Suddenly I felt guilty. He was trying to do what was right, like what he always did.

"No one said having a teenager would be easy, but fuck you're making it hard right now."

"Well being your daughter isn't exactly easy either, Dean."

His eyes narrowed. "Come on, kid."

"What? You can use my name and I can't use yours? You can demote yourself to less than Cas and Sam and then you're mad when I use your name? I use theirs."

"That isn't the point! El you know why I'm doing this. It isn't all about you! Stop being selfish."

"Selfish?" I bit my lip hard to stop myself from screaming. Blood pooled in my mouth, before I swallowed hard. "That's fucking rich."

We were in a stare off, which stubborn Winchester would bend first. He had years on me, but I had a rage inside of me that was untapped until this point.

"I don't deserve you to talk to me that way."

"I don't deserve to lose another parent," I said blinking away angry tears. "Why does it always have to be us?"

I slept in the bed with him until I was thirteen. He wasn't home that often then, and I used to wake up screaming, afraid that I would lose him, that he wouldn't come home. So when he was here I was attached to him like glue. I slept right next to him, checking on him every few hours to make sure he was still breathing. He was so much more than a father to me. He was my fucking world. My best friend. I turned away from him.

"El,” he whispered touching my shoulder.

"You've made up your mind. I get it, but I do not have to be happy about it. I do not have to accept it. You're just going to have to get used to it," I said, shrugging him off. I held my breath to keep my sobs at bay as I stormed out of the kitchen, and outside into the afternoon air.

Dean

Present

"Dean," Castiel said, standing next to Ava and my bed.

"The fuck, Cas?"

"We need to talk."

"I'm kind of busy," I said, gesturing to my sleeping wife."

"It's important."

"Fine," I said standing up. I felt weird and I looked down at Ava. She hadn't moved an inch. "What's happening?"

"You're dreaming."

"Right," I sighed. "You just invading my head now?"

"I have a message from heaven."

"What's that?" I crossed my arms.

"Lilith is on the last seal. The one that only the first demon can break. You have to stop her, Dean. You are our only hope. Kill Lilith, or Satan will rise."

"And what about Sam? Is he really the answer?"

"Consuming the amount of blood it would take to kill Lilith would change your brother forever. Most likely, he would become the next creature that you would feel compelled to kill. There's no reason this would have to come to pass, Dean," Cas said gently. "We believe it's you, Dean, not your brother. The only question for us is whether you're willing to accept it. Stand up and accept your role. You are the one who will stop it."

I looked back at Ava. She'd be fucking pissed, but it was Sam. It's always Sam. "If I do this, Sammy doesn't have to?"

"If it gives you comfort to see it that way."

"God, you're a dick these days." I shook my head.

I stared at Cas. Something felt off, but maybe it was Sammy in the hole and the fact that I was dreaming. The morning wood I was sporting, also didn't help.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. "Fine, I'm in."

"You give yourself over wholly to the service of God and his angels?"

I shrug. "Yeah, exactly."

"Say it."

I raised an eyebrow. "I give myself over wholly to serve God and you guys."

"You swear to follow his will and his word as swiftly and obediently as you did your own father's?" It weirdly felt like a cult marriage ceremony, but I shrugged again and answered.

"Yes, I swear. Now what?"

"Now you wait, and we call on you when it's time." He looked at me seriously. "You are heavens only hope. We will call on you soon, and you must come."

"Yeah, whatever man. If it stops the world from burning up I'm in, but you know humans do need sleep," I complained as Cas disappeared in front of me in a snap.

I blinked my eyes. My phone was going off on the bedside table. I rubbed my eyes and answered it, feeling Ava stir at my side.

"Dean!" Bobby said urgently. "Shit, son, he's gone."

"What?"

"Sam escaped."

"Escaped?" I shot right up in bed.

Ava looked at me, her eyes wide.

"How the fuck did he do that?"

"Bunch of broken devils traps. Fuck," Bobby grumbled.

"Ruby," I groaned. "How'd she even get through the door?"

"Maybe she's got mojo?"

"Well, I hope it's Ruby."

"Why?"

"She's next on my kill list. I'll be over soon," I hissed, hanging up the phone.

"Sam?" Ava asked weakly.

"Yup. Guess his dealer busted him out of the demon-proof slammer. Pretty annoying."

"You think you can find him?"

"I know that kid better than anyone. I can find him," I sighed. "Cas came to me when I was sleeping, Ave. They're on the last seal. We have to kill Lilith. It's now or never." I took her hand. "Cas said I'm the key. Sammy doesn't have to take down Lilith, and the apocalypse. Heaven thinks I can do it."

"You believe them?"

I met her eyes. "I don't think I have any other choice."

Ava squeezed my hand. "In that case, I'll put on my good bra." She smiled at me, trying to calm me down, but all it did was make my stomach hurt.

Shit was about to burn, and I wasn't sure if we had our fire extinguisher close.

We went back to Bobby's after thanking Lacey for the millionth time for watching Nel. I was starting to think we owed her a vacation, or at least a really expensive scotch.

"Two cars reported stolen since Sams big escape," Ava said, leaned over her laptop. Perks of being married to a detective. Even though I wasn't sure how she still had a job. "Old Gold Mercury Sable, 1994, or a white Escalade only a few years old with custom rims. It's got a spot light on it for sure."

"Sam would never take that," Bobby said.

I stood up with a grin. "And that's exactly what he did. He doesn't want to be found, so it's Opposite Day."

"Looks like the last ping of a cell tower was here," Ava said pointing to the map. "Now the phone is disconnected."

"Well that's a start," I sighed. "He's gonna be at a nice place. Flashy. You start callin hotels around there." I pulled out a pen and scribbled down some names. "Here's Sams aliases. Ask for anyone in the honeymoon suite. Trust me."

"You got it," Ava said with a nod. She pulled out her phone and stared to dial the first number on the list, and I walked to the counter for a coffee. The nights and days were blending together. It was getting hard to tell the difference. I had no clue what day it was.

Bobby walked to me and picked up his flask. "So correct me if I'm wrong, but you willingly signed up to be the angels' bitch?"

I glanced at Ava then back to Bobby. "My wife sell me out?"

"She's worried bout ya, kid. After everything you said about them, now you trust them?"

I sighed and took the flask from Bobby taking a swig. "Come on, give me a little credit, Bobby. I've never trusted them less. I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan."

"Then why in the hell did you..." He hissed.

"Because what other option do I have? It's either trust the angels or let Sammy trust a demon?"

He sighed. "I see your point."

"I think I found him." Ava looked up at us. She turned the laptop to us and she pointed to the reservation.

"Yahtzee. Good job, babe. Guess we are headed out."

"Son," Bobby said, taking my shoulder in his hand. "Just remember, you're there to bring him home. Be gentle with him."

"Yeah, Bobby we know," I said weakly.

Ava took my hand and we headed out to the Impala.

Ava sat crisscrossed in the passenger seat next to me. "You're worried," I commented, eyeing her. "You don't think I should work with Cas?"

"I don't know what I think,” she admitted. "I'm just worried. I feel like you're going to disappear, fall through my fingers. I just got you back."

I reached toward her, and put my hand on the back of her neck. I squeezed gently. "You cut your hair. Sorry I never mentioned."

"I just didn't feel like me anymore. I looked in the mirror... my body was misshapen, and my heart was broken. I needed a change."

"There's nothing misshapen about you, Ave. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Yeah you look different, but there's nothing sexier to me than knowing that you brought my daughter into the world."

She smiled at me and snuggled closer, unsnapping her seatbelt. She rested her head on my shoulder. "We deserve a vacation after this. Just the three of us."

"I second that," I said, kissing her forehead. "Once this is all over we can finally rest."

I hoped with everything in me that I wasn't lying to her as I focused my gaze back up to the road ahead of us. The road to the fucking end of the world.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine, The Moon Who Will Save the World

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Storms (Chapter Four)

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE ********************* “You don't work in your laboratory anymore?” Thor asked over lunch a few days later, and Tony shook his head. “Why would I?” “You always enjoyed…” “Not anymore.” Tony took a sip of his water and the barest nibble of a bite of chicken. “Nope. No team to make gear for. No reason to just waste time in there.” “You used to just…” Thor searched for the right word. “Tinker. With your robots.” “No.” Tony pushed his plate away. “I don't--don't want to build anything anymore.” “That's too bad.” Thor watched him pick at his food for a few more minutes. “Anthony, would you please just--” he got up and walked around the table to sit right next to Tony, spearing a piece of chicken and propping it up in front of his mouth. “Open.” “You're not going to feed me like a child.” Tony protested. “Open.” Thor demanded, his voice going deep, and Tony's eyes widened, his jaw dropping open automatically to take the bite off Thor’s fork. “Better.” Thor got another piece ready. “Again.” “Are we really going to--” “Again.” Thor demanded and Tony swallowed hastily, taking another bite. “Better.” Thor’s tone softened as he scooped even more onto the fork this time, and Tony didn't try to argue, just opened his mouth and ate each forkful that Thor put in front of him. Thor smiled and made encouraging noises as Tony ate, until was only a few bites of food left in the bowl. “Thank you.” He said then and handed Tony a bottle of water. “Thank you for eating for me.”

Tony didn't say anything for a long moment, then just jumped from his chair and made a beeline for the bathroom, his hand clapped over his mouth as he went. Thor followed quickly, and made it to the bathroom in time to hear Tony lose his lunch in the toilet, sobbing and retching into the bowl. “Anthony. I am so sorry...why-- was it the chicken?” Thor couldn’t stop himself from placing his hand on Tony's back, touching him carefully. “What is going on?” Tony flinched away from his hands and Thor pulled away immediately. “Too much food.” Tony gasped and dropped onto the floor next to the toilet, covering his face with his hands. “Too much food, not used to so much food, I couldn't keep it down.” Thor cursed under his breath and sat down as well, dropping his head into his hands. “Forgive me. I was only trying to help and--” “I know. Good intentions and all that.” Tony waved him off. “It's fine.” “Having good intentions does not excuse hurtful behavior.” Thor said softly and Tony twitched a little. “What?” “Having good intentions, such as trying to get you to eat. Anthony, that does not excuse the fact that now you are hurting, and you are hurting because of me. And I must apologise for that.” “It's fine.” Tony shrugged and wiped his mouth, reaching up to flush the toilet. “It's fine, Thor.” “It's not.” Thor shook his head. “Yeah well. It doesn't matter much anyway, does it?” “It does, Anthony.” Thor argued, and his blue eyes looked sad. “Everything about you matters.” “I don't know what to say to that.” Tony took a long drink from his water bottle. “What am I supposed to say to that.” “You can just take it as truth.” Tony just looked away and closed his eyes. “Whatever.” ************* ************* “Will you tell me what happened with the team?” Thor asked as he sat in Tony's room and watched him pour a glass of scotch. Tony had been talking more these last few days, even after the incident with the chicken, and Thor was encouraged by it. Anything was better than that awful silence, so tonight he took a chance at letting Tony open up to him. “Not much to tell.” Tony took a long drink, and offered Thor the bottle, but the demi-god turned it down. “Things went badly during a mission, people died who shouldn't have died. The UN demanded that we be held accountable or basically disband. I wanted to sign the Accords, Cap refused.” “Why did the Captain refuse?” “His friend had been sited near a UN bombing, and Steve thought he was innocent. So he crossed national borders wearing that stupid spangled outfit and went after his buddy. Caused a huge international incident, and the UN asked the Avengers to intervene.” Tony shifted uncomfortably, the memories still a little too raw. “And that was the fight in the airport? With the giant man and the--the spider?” “God.” Tony laughed a little and Thor flinched because it wasn't a good sound. “God, yeah that was… that's what that was. A nightmare. You should have seen Clint and Tasha fighting each other. Fucking Wanda accused Clint of pulling his punches and basically obliterated Tasha. That ant guy. One second he was tiny and ripping wires from my suit. The next minute he's huge and throwing airplanes at us. “Sam Wilson and the fucking Winter Soldier fighting together as if they were just best friends all the sudden. It was nuts. It was…” Tony swallowed hard. “It was like something out of a comic book but I was just right there in the middle of it.” “The...cat person.” Thor prompted. “Prince T’Challa of Wakanda. Or rather, King now. He would have ripped Bucky to pieces if he had the chance.” “And he is… against you, now?” Thor watched as Tony sunk further into his chair, his hands trembling around the glass. “No. I think he is neutral. I think once he decided not to pursue Bucky anymore, he gave up the whole vengeance thing.” “And Captain Rogers and this...Bucky. Left you in--” “I can't talk about that.” Tony gripped his glass tight. “I can't. Don't ask. Don't even--just don't. Don't. Please. I can't talk about that and I can't talk about Rhodey.” His voice broke then, his shoulders starting to shake. “Goddamnit. Vision and--and that stupid beam. And then Rhodey fell and--oh my god Rhodey.” He groaned then, rocking in his chair a little. “Nightmares. Watching Rhodey fall like that. I couldn't grab him in time. He hurts so bad. Every day. He hurts and I've tried to help him walk, tried to build braces but he can't--the pain--fuck.” Tony closed his eyes. “Most days he cant even get out of bed.” “Anthony.” Thor knelt by his chair, wanting to reach out but keeping his hands to himself. “I'm so sorry.” “You didn't do anything wrong.” Tony said wearily. “Stop apologizing. You keep apologizing. You werent ever here. You didn't do anything wrong.” “Neither did you.” Thor pointed out. “And yet, I have seen hours of footage of you apologizing to the UN and individual countries as well as our own cities, for the impact the rogue Avengers have had on their--” “Don't call them that!” Tony's voice rose. “They aren't...rogue. They are just...gone. Just gone. Rogue makes them sound like criminals, like they are purposefully breaking laws and--” “But they are. They did, didn't they? As soon as Captain Rogers decided to pursue Bucky across international borders? As soon as he broke into that floating raft--prison--thing, and freed them. They are criminals.” “Just don't call them that. And of course I apologized. Someone has to clean up the mess.” “And that someone has to be you?” Thor raised an eyebrow and Tony's head jerked up to stare at him. “Yes! Thor, someone has to step up and do the right thing and I'm the only one left, so of course I'm the one to--” his voice trailed off and he slumped back into his seat again. “I'm the only one left.” Thor wanted to smil then, because Tony's eyes had lit and his cheeks had flushed and for just a few seconds he had looked like himself again. “I'm here as well, Tony.” Gently, softly, Thors deep voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, you didn't leave when I told you to.” “And I won't.” Thor said firmly. “I won't leave you. You aren't going to be alone anymore, Anthony.” “I know.” Tony drained his glass and poured another. “You say it every night when you put me in bed.” “You hear that?” Thor asked, his voice softening even more and Tony nodded. “Yeah. The craziest thing is, I'm even starting to believe it.” ********************* The next night at dinner, Tony left his seat and sat next to Thor on the couch. “Are you alright?” Thor asked, and Tony opened his mouth, waiting for Thor to give him some food. Thor smiled and carefully scooped a few peas onto a spoon to feed Tony the little bite. “Good?” he asked quietly and Tony nodded and scooted a little closer. “Can I have some more?” “However much you want. Small bites this time, hm?” “Small bites.” Tony agreed and it seemed as if his eyes warmed a little, seemed like maybe he moved just a little closer again. “Alright then.” Thor offered him another bite, and then another until Tony pushed the spoon away with a shake of his head. “Thanks.” He took a quick drink, flushing when he noticed Thor's eyes tracking the movement of his throat. “Why are you--why are you looking at me like that?” Thor was ready to brush the question off, ready to just shrug and change the subject, but Tony had been being painfully honest with him lately, and open and vulnerable, so Thor took a deep breath and decided to be open as well. “May I kiss you, Anthony?” “What?” Tony blinked at him uncertainly. “Why would you want to kiss me? Why would you want to do that?” “I've wanted to kiss you for a long time.” Thor said with a short smile, but Tony was already shaking his head. “But you never said anything. Not once, you never did. Why wouldn't you try back when things were good? Why all the sudden now when things are like the worst? Why are you saying that you want to---” Tony's eyes widened. “Don't kiss me now because you feel sorry for me. That's…” and his expression dimmed. “I don't want a pity kiss from the god of thunder. No thanks.” “No.” Thor shook his head quickly. “Anthony that's not why--” “Good night.” Tony got to his feet abruptly and headed out the door grabbing a bottle of liquor as he went.

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jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'Sushi+', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '68', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_sushi').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_sushi img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); ); • California is an unbelievable state. One day I might be in a spiritual place like Joshua Tree, then before I know it, I’m eating groovy sushi in a mini-mall. I’m a Cali girl through and through. – Drew Barrymore • Cook him up with some barbecued dog…cook that yellow chump. I’ll make that mother f**ker make me a sushi roll and cook me some rice. – Floyd Mayweather, Jr. • Did you know that the Jews invented sushi? That’s right – two Jews bought a restaurant with no kitchen. – Jackie Mason • Don’t dunk your nigiri in the soy sauce. Don’t mix your wasabi in the soy sauce. If the rice is good, complement your sushi chef on the rice. – Anthony Bourdain • Eating a tuna roll at a sushi restaurant should be considered no more environmentally benign than driving a Hummer or harpooning a manatee. – Daniel Pauly • Facebook is uniquely positioned to answer questions that people have, like, what sushi restaurants have my friends gone to in New York lately and liked? These are queries you could potentially do with Facebook that you couldn’t do with anything else, we just have to do it. – Mark Zuckerberg • Fashion is like food! Some people like sushi, others think hamburgers are divine! People like different things! – Michael Kors • G-Dragon’s music is like sushi. It’s sophisticated and has different flavors. His music also changes depending on how much he cooks it. – Seungri • Having survived her 10th London winter (she got through January by assigning it “international month,” and amusing Moses and his big sister, Apple, 9, with a visiting Italian chef, Japanese anime screenings, and hand-rolled-sushi lessons, no less), Paltrow admits that her dreams of relocating the family to their recently acquired residence in Brentwood, California, are becoming ever more urgent. – Gwyneth Paltrow • Heaven has no taste.” “Now-” “And not one single sushi restaurant.” A look of pain crossed the angel’s suddenly very serious face. – Terry Pratchett • I always thought that bagels and lox was my soul food, but it turns out it’s sushi. – Sara Sheridan • I could eat my body weight in sushi. – Mikey Way • I don’t even do anything super crazy when it comes to eating. The most I would ever do is eat some kind of sushi raw. I keep it real light when it comes to food. – Deon Cole • I don’t like venison or sushi – I don’t want to eat what some people think are ‘luxurious’ foods. – Courteney Cox • I don’t speak Japanese, I don’t know anything about Japanese business or Japanese culture. Apart from sushi. But I can’t exactly go up to him and say “Sushi!” out of the blue. It would be like going up to a top American businessman and saying, “T-bone steak! – Sophie Kinsella • I have to say, sushi freaks me out more than almost anything. – Kate Beckinsale • I keep my diet simple by sticking to mostly fruits and vegetables all day and then having whatever I want for dinner. I end up making healthy choices, like sushi or grilled fish, because I feel so good from eating well. – Jennifer Morrison • I love Chinese food, like steamed dim sum, and I can have noodles morning, noon and night, hot or cold. I like food that’s very simple on the digestive system – I tend to keep it light. I love Japanese food too – sushi, sashimi and miso soup. – Shilpa Shetty • I love eating sushi and eating raw and clean – no pasta and bread. Low carbs is what works for me. – Chrissy Teigen • I love lean meats like chicken, turkey. I’m obsessed with sushi and fish in general. I eat a lot of veggies and hummus. – Shawn Johnson • I love macaroni and cheese. I could eat it every meal of the day. It used to be sushi, but these days I cannot stop eating mac and cheese. I haven’t had it from a box in a long time, but I’ll make it homemade style with four types of cheeses, lots of milk, maybe a little ketchup. I don’t know, I’m crazy like that. – Cobie Smulders • I love sushi, but I’m not going to write a column about it. – Joel Stein • I love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love. – Jonathan Safran Foer • I love sushi. But after too much of it, it just starts to taste like a dead animal that hasn’t been cooked. – Amy Lee • I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi. I race for your love, Shake-n-Bake, Ricky Bobby – Drake • I mean, if your about to tell me something like I’m dead, that i need to start acquiring a taste for blood, and I can’t even eat sushi, I wont be able to handle it. Or if you’re going to tell me that I’m going to start howling at the moon, eating peoples cats, and will spend the rest of my life having to get waxed if I want to wear a bathing suit, then I don’t think I can handle it, either. I like cats and I tried waxing once, and that hurt like a son of a gun.” -Kylie – C.C. Hunter • I never eat sushi. I have trouble eating things that are merely unconscious. – George Carlin • I still eat sushi, though I’m trying my best to have my last sushi roll. – Kim Basinger • I think that without sushi there would be no David Hasselhoff, because sushi is like the perfect way of describing the insides of David Hasselhoff. He is like a protein, clean and easy. That’s how I feel about myself. – David Hasselhoff • I want to take you away from this,” I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. “From sushi and elves and… STUFF. – Bret Easton Ellis • I was in a sushi bar and it dawned on me – how could I discriminate between a cow and a fish? – Carre Otis • I’m a big fish eater. Salmon – I love salmon. My sister loves Chinese food and sushi and all that. I’m not as big of a fan, but she likes it so we eat it a lot. So I’m beginning to like it more. I don’t like the raw sushi. I liked the cooked crab and lobster and everything. – Elle Fanning • I’m always interested in finding the new trend. If you love pizza every day, after 22 years of eating pizza, you want to try sushi. – Jean Pigozzi • I’m not making art, I’m making sushi – Masaharu Morimoto • Imagine being served a plate of sushi. But this plate also holds all of the animals that were killed for your serving of sushi. The plate might have to be five feet across. – Jonathan Safran Foer • In general I love to eat anything. I enjoy anything that is well prepared, a good spaghetti, lasagna, taco, steak, sushi, refried beans. – Martin Yan • In Japanese sushi restaurants, a lot of sushi chefs talk too much. – Masa Takayama • In LA, I live on sushi or salad. – Denise Van Outen • It always freaks me out when I go to a sushi place and there’s a Mexican. – Chelsea Handler • I’ve been making sushi for 38 years, and I’m still learning. You have to consider the size and color of the ingredients, how much salt and vinegar to use and how the seasons affect the fattiness of the fish. – Masaharu Morimoto • I’ve sat in sushi bars, really fine ones, and I know how hard this guy worked, how proud he is. I know you don’t need sauce. I know he doesn’t even want you to pour sauce. And I’ve seen customers come in and do that, and I’ve seen him, as stoic as he tries to remain, I’ve seen him die a little inside. – Anthony Bourdain • Jiro Ono serves Edo-style traditional sushi, the same 20 or 30 pieces he’s been making his whole life, and he’s still unsatisfied with the quality and every day wakes up and trains to make the best. And that is as close to a religious experience in food as one is likely to get. – Anthony Bourdain • Just because I like sushi, doesn’t mean I can make sushi. I’ve come to well understand how many years just to get sushi rice correct. It’s a discipline that takes years and years and years. So, I leave that to the experts. – Anthony Bourdain • Kids are now eating things like edamame and sushi. I didn’t know what shiitake mushrooms were when I was 10 – most kids today do. – Emeril Lagasse • L.A., its nice, but I think of sunshine and people on rollerblades eating sushi. New York, I think of nighttime, I think of Times Square and Broadway and nightlife and the city that never sleeps. – Jimmy Fallon • Limp Bizkit Ice Cream would taste like the sweetest pair of panties in the world. It would taste like sushi. Sushi or panties. – Fred Durst • My job the same as carpenter. What kind of house you want to build? What kind of food you want to make? You think your ingredients, your structure. Simple. [Other] Japanese restaurants … mix in some other style of food and call it influence, right? I don’t like that. … In Japanese sushi restaurants, a lot of sushi chefs talk too much. ‘This fish from there,’ ‘This very expensive.’ Same thing, start singing. And a lot have that fish case in front of them, cannot see what chef do. I’m not going to hide anything, right? – Masa Takayama • My wife has helped me with a lot of things. She’s also got me to like a lot of different things like sushi. I never would have tried that if it weren’t for her. I also went to Hillsong (Church) in New York for the first time with her. It’s fun to experience new things with the person you love. – Jrue Holiday • On Los Angeles: This city is a hundred years old but try and find some trace of its history. Every culture is swallowed up and spat out as a franchise. Taco Bell. Benihana of Tokyo. Numero Uno Pizza. Pup ‘N’ Taco. Kentucky Fried Chicken. Fast food sushi. Teriyaki Bowl. – Anne Finger • One of my favorite things to make is homemade sushi. I know how to make the rolls and it’s really fun to do. – Carly Rae Jepsen • Paris Hilton is one of the hosts for Nicole Richie’s baby shower, and they’re serving sushi. Awesome, Paris—sushi, the one thing pregnant women are forbidden to eat. Thanks for the mercury. – Chelsea Handler • She wondered how people would remember her. She had not made enough to spread her wealth around like Carnegie, to erase any sins that had attached to her name, she had failed, she had not reached the golden bough. The liberals would cheer her death. They would light marijuana cigarettes and drive to their sushi restaurants and eat fresh food that had traveled eight thousand miles. They would spend all of supper complaining about people like her, and when they got home their houses would be cold and they’d press a button on a wall to get warm. The whole time complaining about big oil. – Philipp Meyer • Sitting eating sushi in the city, incredibly chilled out reading Nietzsche. – Joey Barton • Sometimes sushi is just superb, and other times there’s nothing like a great big steak. It depends where your taste buds are at the time. – Francesca Annis • Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. Unless he doesn’t like sushi, then you also have to teach him to cook.- Auren Hoffman • The best thing about doing a signing tour is that numbers become faces. I got to sign books for six or seven thousand people, all of whom were dreadfully nice. Everything else, the interviews, the hotels, the plane travel, the best-seller lists, even the sushi, gets old awfully fast. Well, maybe not the sushi. – Neil Gaiman • The fine art of preparing sushi is something that you watch and learn. – Nobu Matsuhisa • The first time I had sushi, I hated it. And the second time was no different, and then, I just started loving it. I actually crave for sushi. It’s one of the healthiest meals. My experiments with food began when I was working in New York as an architect, be it Korean or Ethiopian food or fusion food. – Riteish Deshmukh • The Kraken stirs. And ten billion sushi dinners cry out for vengeance. – Terry Pratchett • They kept saying ‘It’s sushi-grade!’ And I’m like… ‘Put some soy sauce on this. Get me some rice. And cook it. And then get me out of here. – Jennifer Lawrence • We’ve got a name for sushi in Georgia… bait – Blake Clark • When I was a junior, my school introduced badminton, which was clearly a P.E. department ploy to get me away from the wrestling room, and it worked, since the first time I played badminton was like the first time I tasted sushi or heard the Beatles or read Wordsworth. This was a sport? This counted for gym requirements? – Rob Sheffield • When I was a kid, I have two dreams. I want to be a baseball player. Hometown, Hiroshima, has a Japanese baseball franchise team called Hiroshima Carps. You know, and then I want to be a sushi chef. I want to make own restaurant – sushi restaurant. – Masaharu Morimoto • Whether we’re talking about fish species, pigs, or some other eaten animal, is such suffering the most important thing in the world? Obviously not. But that’s not the question. Is it more important that sushi, bacon, or chicken nuggets? That’s the question. – Jonathan Safran Foer • With sushi, it is all about balance. Sometimes they cut the fish too thick, sometimes too thin. Often the rice is overcooked or undercooked. Not enough rice vinegar or too much. – Nobu Matsuhisa • Women who work for escort agencies that assign them out to prostitution dates at sushi restaurants know how to eat with chopsticks, and beyond that they are in every other way identical to other prostitutes. They’re not better looking; they’re not smarter; they’re not classier; they’re not more charming. They probably give more blowjobs than any reasonable woman, right? And they are empty inside, but it’s also society’s fault. – Julie Klausner • You could eat sushi off my bookshelf. My cleaning regime is like a battleground. I’m Genghis Khan and my cleaning products are my Mongolian army and I take no prisoners. The rest of my life is an experiment in chaos so I like to keep my flat neat. – Ryan Adams • You have to eat good! I eat gorgeous food. I eat sushi, I eat meat, I eat steaks. I eat more than you, I’m sure. – Tanya Dziahileva

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• A good rule to remember for life is that when it comes to plastic surgery and sushi, never be attracted by a bargain. – Graham Norton • After Nashville sushi and a long debate on Bob Dylan, we went into Woodland Studios at 10 pm that night for a look around, and jammed for 5 hours solid. – Robyn Hitchcock • All the things that most people hate about traveling — the recycled air, the artificial lighting, the digital juice dispensers, the cheap sushi — are warm reminders that I’m home. – Ryan Bingham • Although, I didnt really like sushi until I moved out to L.A. – Scott Wolf • And on nearby islands, the Japanese army was eating raw fish. We felt sorry for them. We didn’t know that in America after the war, you wouldn’t be able to get into a sushi joint without a reservation. And we thought they lost. – Bob Hope • And yes, we do have some food. Maybe you’d like to join us? Unless you want to stick with your sheep sushi. – Michael Grant

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'Sushi+', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '68', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_sushi').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_sushi img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); ); • California is an unbelievable state. One day I might be in a spiritual place like Joshua Tree, then before I know it, I’m eating groovy sushi in a mini-mall. I’m a Cali girl through and through. – Drew Barrymore • Cook him up with some barbecued dog…cook that yellow chump. I’ll make that mother f**ker make me a sushi roll and cook me some rice. – Floyd Mayweather, Jr. • Did you know that the Jews invented sushi? That’s right – two Jews bought a restaurant with no kitchen. – Jackie Mason • Don’t dunk your nigiri in the soy sauce. Don’t mix your wasabi in the soy sauce. If the rice is good, complement your sushi chef on the rice. – Anthony Bourdain • Eating a tuna roll at a sushi restaurant should be considered no more environmentally benign than driving a Hummer or harpooning a manatee. – Daniel Pauly • Facebook is uniquely positioned to answer questions that people have, like, what sushi restaurants have my friends gone to in New York lately and liked? These are queries you could potentially do with Facebook that you couldn’t do with anything else, we just have to do it. – Mark Zuckerberg • Fashion is like food! Some people like sushi, others think hamburgers are divine! People like different things! – Michael Kors • G-Dragon’s music is like sushi. It’s sophisticated and has different flavors. His music also changes depending on how much he cooks it. – Seungri • Having survived her 10th London winter (she got through January by assigning it “international month,” and amusing Moses and his big sister, Apple, 9, with a visiting Italian chef, Japanese anime screenings, and hand-rolled-sushi lessons, no less), Paltrow admits that her dreams of relocating the family to their recently acquired residence in Brentwood, California, are becoming ever more urgent. – Gwyneth Paltrow • Heaven has no taste.” “Now-” “And not one single sushi restaurant.” A look of pain crossed the angel’s suddenly very serious face. – Terry Pratchett • I always thought that bagels and lox was my soul food, but it turns out it’s sushi. – Sara Sheridan • I could eat my body weight in sushi. – Mikey Way • I don’t even do anything super crazy when it comes to eating. The most I would ever do is eat some kind of sushi raw. I keep it real light when it comes to food. – Deon Cole • I don’t like venison or sushi – I don’t want to eat what some people think are ‘luxurious’ foods. – Courteney Cox • I don’t speak Japanese, I don’t know anything about Japanese business or Japanese culture. Apart from sushi. But I can’t exactly go up to him and say “Sushi!” out of the blue. It would be like going up to a top American businessman and saying, “T-bone steak! – Sophie Kinsella • I have to say, sushi freaks me out more than almost anything. – Kate Beckinsale • I keep my diet simple by sticking to mostly fruits and vegetables all day and then having whatever I want for dinner. I end up making healthy choices, like sushi or grilled fish, because I feel so good from eating well. – Jennifer Morrison • I love Chinese food, like steamed dim sum, and I can have noodles morning, noon and night, hot or cold. I like food that’s very simple on the digestive system – I tend to keep it light. I love Japanese food too – sushi, sashimi and miso soup. – Shilpa Shetty • I love eating sushi and eating raw and clean – no pasta and bread. Low carbs is what works for me. – Chrissy Teigen • I love lean meats like chicken, turkey. I’m obsessed with sushi and fish in general. I eat a lot of veggies and hummus. – Shawn Johnson • I love macaroni and cheese. I could eat it every meal of the day. It used to be sushi, but these days I cannot stop eating mac and cheese. I haven’t had it from a box in a long time, but I’ll make it homemade style with four types of cheeses, lots of milk, maybe a little ketchup. I don’t know, I’m crazy like that. – Cobie Smulders • I love sushi, but I’m not going to write a column about it. – Joel Stein • I love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love. – Jonathan Safran Foer • I love sushi. But after too much of it, it just starts to taste like a dead animal that hasn’t been cooked. – Amy Lee • I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi. I race for your love, Shake-n-Bake, Ricky Bobby – Drake • I mean, if your about to tell me something like I’m dead, that i need to start acquiring a taste for blood, and I can’t even eat sushi, I wont be able to handle it. Or if you’re going to tell me that I’m going to start howling at the moon, eating peoples cats, and will spend the rest of my life having to get waxed if I want to wear a bathing suit, then I don’t think I can handle it, either. I like cats and I tried waxing once, and that hurt like a son of a gun.” -Kylie – C.C. Hunter • I never eat sushi. I have trouble eating things that are merely unconscious. – George Carlin • I still eat sushi, though I’m trying my best to have my last sushi roll. – Kim Basinger • I think that without sushi there would be no David Hasselhoff, because sushi is like the perfect way of describing the insides of David Hasselhoff. He is like a protein, clean and easy. That’s how I feel about myself. – David Hasselhoff • I want to take you away from this,” I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. “From sushi and elves and… STUFF. – Bret Easton Ellis • I was in a sushi bar and it dawned on me – how could I discriminate between a cow and a fish? – Carre Otis • I’m a big fish eater. Salmon – I love salmon. My sister loves Chinese food and sushi and all that. I’m not as big of a fan, but she likes it so we eat it a lot. So I’m beginning to like it more. I don’t like the raw sushi. I liked the cooked crab and lobster and everything. – Elle Fanning • I’m always interested in finding the new trend. If you love pizza every day, after 22 years of eating pizza, you want to try sushi. – Jean Pigozzi • I’m not making art, I’m making sushi – Masaharu Morimoto • Imagine being served a plate of sushi. But this plate also holds all of the animals that were killed for your serving of sushi. The plate might have to be five feet across. – Jonathan Safran Foer • In general I love to eat anything. I enjoy anything that is well prepared, a good spaghetti, lasagna, taco, steak, sushi, refried beans. – Martin Yan • In Japanese sushi restaurants, a lot of sushi chefs talk too much. – Masa Takayama • In LA, I live on sushi or salad. – Denise Van Outen • It always freaks me out when I go to a sushi place and there’s a Mexican. – Chelsea Handler • I’ve been making sushi for 38 years, and I’m still learning. You have to consider the size and color of the ingredients, how much salt and vinegar to use and how the seasons affect the fattiness of the fish. – Masaharu Morimoto • I’ve sat in sushi bars, really fine ones, and I know how hard this guy worked, how proud he is. I know you don’t need sauce. I know he doesn’t even want you to pour sauce. And I’ve seen customers come in and do that, and I’ve seen him, as stoic as he tries to remain, I’ve seen him die a little inside. – Anthony Bourdain • Jiro Ono serves Edo-style traditional sushi, the same 20 or 30 pieces he’s been making his whole life, and he’s still unsatisfied with the quality and every day wakes up and trains to make the best. And that is as close to a religious experience in food as one is likely to get. – Anthony Bourdain • Just because I like sushi, doesn’t mean I can make sushi. I’ve come to well understand how many years just to get sushi rice correct. It’s a discipline that takes years and years and years. So, I leave that to the experts. – Anthony Bourdain • Kids are now eating things like edamame and sushi. I didn’t know what shiitake mushrooms were when I was 10 – most kids today do. – Emeril Lagasse • L.A., its nice, but I think of sunshine and people on rollerblades eating sushi. New York, I think of nighttime, I think of Times Square and Broadway and nightlife and the city that never sleeps. – Jimmy Fallon • Limp Bizkit Ice Cream would taste like the sweetest pair of panties in the world. It would taste like sushi. Sushi or panties. – Fred Durst • My job the same as carpenter. What kind of house you want to build? What kind of food you want to make? You think your ingredients, your structure. Simple. [Other] Japanese restaurants … mix in some other style of food and call it influence, right? I don’t like that. … In Japanese sushi restaurants, a lot of sushi chefs talk too much. ‘This fish from there,’ ‘This very expensive.’ Same thing, start singing. And a lot have that fish case in front of them, cannot see what chef do. I’m not going to hide anything, right? – Masa Takayama • My wife has helped me with a lot of things. She’s also got me to like a lot of different things like sushi. I never would have tried that if it weren’t for her. I also went to Hillsong (Church) in New York for the first time with her. It’s fun to experience new things with the person you love. – Jrue Holiday • On Los Angeles: This city is a hundred years old but try and find some trace of its history. Every culture is swallowed up and spat out as a franchise. Taco Bell. Benihana of Tokyo. Numero Uno Pizza. Pup ‘N’ Taco. Kentucky Fried Chicken. Fast food sushi. Teriyaki Bowl. – Anne Finger • One of my favorite things to make is homemade sushi. I know how to make the rolls and it’s really fun to do. – Carly Rae Jepsen • Paris Hilton is one of the hosts for Nicole Richie’s baby shower, and they’re serving sushi. Awesome, Paris—sushi, the one thing pregnant women are forbidden to eat. Thanks for the mercury. – Chelsea Handler • She wondered how people would remember her. She had not made enough to spread her wealth around like Carnegie, to erase any sins that had attached to her name, she had failed, she had not reached the golden bough. The liberals would cheer her death. They would light marijuana cigarettes and drive to their sushi restaurants and eat fresh food that had traveled eight thousand miles. They would spend all of supper complaining about people like her, and when they got home their houses would be cold and they’d press a button on a wall to get warm. The whole time complaining about big oil. – Philipp Meyer • Sitting eating sushi in the city, incredibly chilled out reading Nietzsche. – Joey Barton • Sometimes sushi is just superb, and other times there’s nothing like a great big steak. It depends where your taste buds are at the time. – Francesca Annis • Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. Unless he doesn’t like sushi, then you also have to teach him to cook.- Auren Hoffman • The best thing about doing a signing tour is that numbers become faces. I got to sign books for six or seven thousand people, all of whom were dreadfully nice. Everything else, the interviews, the hotels, the plane travel, the best-seller lists, even the sushi, gets old awfully fast. Well, maybe not the sushi. – Neil Gaiman • The fine art of preparing sushi is something that you watch and learn. – Nobu Matsuhisa • The first time I had sushi, I hated it. And the second time was no different, and then, I just started loving it. I actually crave for sushi. It’s one of the healthiest meals. My experiments with food began when I was working in New York as an architect, be it Korean or Ethiopian food or fusion food. – Riteish Deshmukh • The Kraken stirs. And ten billion sushi dinners cry out for vengeance. – Terry Pratchett • They kept saying ‘It’s sushi-grade!’ And I’m like… ‘Put some soy sauce on this. Get me some rice. And cook it. And then get me out of here. – Jennifer Lawrence • We’ve got a name for sushi in Georgia… bait – Blake Clark • When I was a junior, my school introduced badminton, which was clearly a P.E. department ploy to get me away from the wrestling room, and it worked, since the first time I played badminton was like the first time I tasted sushi or heard the Beatles or read Wordsworth. This was a sport? This counted for gym requirements? – Rob Sheffield • When I was a kid, I have two dreams. I want to be a baseball player. Hometown, Hiroshima, has a Japanese baseball franchise team called Hiroshima Carps. You know, and then I want to be a sushi chef. I want to make own restaurant – sushi restaurant. – Masaharu Morimoto • Whether we’re talking about fish species, pigs, or some other eaten animal, is such suffering the most important thing in the world? Obviously not. But that’s not the question. Is it more important that sushi, bacon, or chicken nuggets? That’s the question. – Jonathan Safran Foer • With sushi, it is all about balance. Sometimes they cut the fish too thick, sometimes too thin. Often the rice is overcooked or undercooked. Not enough rice vinegar or too much. – Nobu Matsuhisa • Women who work for escort agencies that assign them out to prostitution dates at sushi restaurants know how to eat with chopsticks, and beyond that they are in every other way identical to other prostitutes. They’re not better looking; they’re not smarter; they’re not classier; they’re not more charming. They probably give more blowjobs than any reasonable woman, right? And they are empty inside, but it’s also society’s fault. – Julie Klausner • You could eat sushi off my bookshelf. My cleaning regime is like a battleground. I’m Genghis Khan and my cleaning products are my Mongolian army and I take no prisoners. The rest of my life is an experiment in chaos so I like to keep my flat neat. – Ryan Adams • You have to eat good! I eat gorgeous food. I eat sushi, I eat meat, I eat steaks. I eat more than you, I’m sure. – Tanya Dziahileva

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Dog Gone Problems is a weekly advice column by David Codr, a dog behaviorist in Omaha. David answers dog behavior questions sent in by our readers. You can reach him at [email protected].

I have an 18-month-old Goldendoodle who is a very kind and loving dog. My family’s intent is for him to work as a therapy dog. The problem is I am a 14-year-old small girl who this dog doesn’t respect at all. I feel like I have tried everything. My family has hired behaviorists and trainers. I walk him 30 minutes a day — morning and night — and I train him for 10 minutes after each one of those walks. No matter what I do, he doesn’t respect me. However, he respects the rest of my family. All my dad has to do is walk in the room and he will drop whatever he has. It’s the same with my brothers, who are 11- and 16-years-old.

The next issue is that he has possession aggression. He is very fast. He grabs everything and does not let it go (at least for me). For example, he loves socks and will swallow them. Because of this he has had to get two surgeries and has had multiple visits to the vet to induce vomiting. We have buckets with lids and locks, but he can also open doors. When he gets something to chew on and I try to take it away, he growls — a lot. Then when I try to open his jaw, he bites me.

I need help. How can I make him respect me? Is it my fault or the dog’s? 

Wow. It sounds like you have quite a few issues going on. From what you wrote, it appears you are doing some good work already. Maybe we just need to add a little fine tuning. I can share a few tips.

Let’s break your letter down into individual sections so you can focus on one thing at a time.

First, respect for dogs can be confusing. Some of the factors may be related to your age and stature. Size matters to dogs. That said, one of my former apprentices has gone on to become a dog behaviorist and she is just over 5 feet tall. So it’s something you can get past.

While the walks are great, they may not be enough. Your average dog needs an hour of exercise every day, but some dogs may need even more. From what you wrote, I’d guess your dog falls into that category. This video on creative ways to exercise dogs can help you supplement your walks with some easy indoor exercise options.

I’d look for some ways to build in compliance before your dog gets what he wants in your day-to-day life. Petting with a purpose is a wonderful way to help your dog learn to respect you as a leader and help him practice asking for things instead of telling you what to do.

Do you enforce rules with your dog? Dogs often see those who enforce rules as the leader. Enforcing rules gives you an opportunity to demonstrate your leadership in small, subtle ways multiple times a day.

I’d suggest you also start developing a strong leave it command with your dog. Once established, you can pull out high-value items and leave them on the floor when you can supervise and give the dog the leave it command. The more you repeat this, the less the dog will try to take things you want them to leave alone.

Lastly, this video includes a really easy and sneaky way to condition your dog to come to you — even when you don’t call him to come over.

Remember, training and behavior are separate. While training is awesome, I’d suggest you work more on these structural changes and behavior exercises to help your dog learn that listening and respecting you cause good things to happen.

Good luck and remember — everything you do trains your dog. Only sometimes you mean it.

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Despite being a senior cat at 10 years old, Baby is full of energy and mischief. Here, she dangles from a bannister in her house in Gretna.

Karen Windle, copy editor

We’re Bruce and Ernie (left). We love sneaking raw bacon off the kitchen counter, lounging around the house naked, er, without our collars and making friends with deer. (The deer *love* to play tag, but for some reason we’re always “it.”) 

Katy Glover, online editor

Buster can put a smile on your face like no one else, including those of neighbors who spot him dragging me along on a walk or run. Unfortunately, this high-energy guy recently has been sidelined by the doggie version of a torn ACL and subsequent knee surgery. He could use a little boost, so I’m nominating him for the OWH Pet Parade.

Julie Anderson, news reporter

At left is Clyde. He’s a dog. He’s 2 ½. He’s deaf. At right is Pieces. He’s a cat. He’s 13. He can hear. They would like very much for you to pick them!

Brad Davis, business editor

If you’re an avid reader of the World-Herald, maybe you’ve heard of Cooper. Features reporter Chris Peters has written about raising Cooper. Here he is on the custom pallet bed his mom built for him.

Chris Peters, features reporter

At left is Daisy. Her best friend is a reindeer, who comes to visit a few weeks each year. She complains a lot to the non-magical beings she lives with, for obvious reasons. At right is Diaz. He’s a handsome  boy who doesn’t care about that. He loves walks and belly rubs, all people, most dogs, one cat, and zero racoons and opossums. 

Rich Mills, copy editor

At the Ducey Farm in Dundee, we have the blackshirt gals who guard the back yard (Mary Stewart and Victoria Holt), and the chickens who help me garden (Brooklyn and Penny). They produce eggs and inspire pillows for the cutest and most fashionable dogs in the world (Phoebe, Gigi and cousin Tyson), who love to bark at the feral cats (Bunny and Butterscotch) who live outside and have matching tails!

Marjie Ducey, reporter

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Cory Gilinsky, features (and Sarah Jarecki, civilian)

Gracie the border collie and Beau the red heeler like long walks and frequent car rides, especially to drive-thrus that give treats. 

Deb Shanahan, metro desk editor, and Kent Sievers, photographer

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Jameson may be named after whiskey, but this five-year-old gal is all sweetness. At first skittish after being rescued from a farm in Oklahoma, now her favorite hobby is stealing hearts — and covers.​

Laurel Foster, online

We say Juni found us after my wife was diagnosed with advanced breast cancer. This little Havaton brings our family joy, love and snuggles every day.​

Jeff Robb, news reporter/data geek

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Susan Szalewski, copy editor and news reporter

Lolo was adopted seven years ago in Louisiana. She’s a mutt, and we think she’s part nutria, otherwise known as a swamp rat.

Hunter Paniagua, digital sports coordinator

Minerva is a very hard worker. Two-year-old “Minnie” likes to spend her time cleaning, inspecting boxes and bird watching. (And looking adorable.)

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Betsie Freeman, features reporter

Nellie is a 10-year-old tabby cat who is more like 5 years old at heart. She enjoys sleeping in fresh, warm laundry, eating, chasing lasers and listening to stories with best friend, 4-year-old Sam.​

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Eighteen-year-old cat

Loves tuna, SBH and

A fireside nap

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Alia Conley, news reporter

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Steven Elonich, online editor

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Dave Elsesser, features editor, and RyAnne Elsesser

Toothpick loves biting bare legs, gazing longingly at birds outside and dipping his paw into bags of Spicy Nacho Doritos so he can lick off the Doritos dust (which his owners know is gross and bad but are powerless to stop). ​

Erin Duffy, news reporter

Boston Terriers, Willow, 8, and Dexter, 6, have a closet full of costumes, sweaters, scarves and even some pajamas. They only sit this nicely for photos because there are LOTS of treats involved – but really – they are crazy little puppies!

Tammy Yttri, copy desk chief

Nine years ago, we found Zed roaming the earth (it was a ruff life). He’s a good boy. He likes his toy lobster, pepperonis (which we call pupperonis) and keeping up with his fans at Zedwin.org. 

Graham Archer, digital editor

Hi, my name is Zeus, I an eight-year-old American Eskimo looking to get back in the game. They say I am fixed, but I think my only problem is you aren’t in my life. I love long walks and treats. I want someone to chase squirrels with.  Won’t you paw right?

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april: week one

03: i was so tired when i got up... i was pretty ded but i went to work anyway. i was a zombie the entire morning. all four of us met up for lunch at gene’s flatbread and i got lost on the way there LOL. we ate and then i just sat there for a while...my stomach started hurting more after lunch so i planned to leave after stand up. but the day went on and i stayed at work. i spent about 30 - 45 minutes just talking and chilling with steve and cole in their little room :P i was “john” for that brief moment in time and they told me to work at his desk whenever he isn’t there so it could be like good old times ... like a few weeks ago ahahah. we talked about wrestlemania, cars, the ferry, the view here, and also moving to a new office location. it’ll be around july when that happens so we’ll see. i hope we get to get a taste of working there one day. ;P i felt a bit better after that so i went back to my desk and worked until 5 pm. i caught up with phil at the end of the day and then cole and i headed over to cvs. he got pepsi and chocolate and i was going to get body wash but it was marked up by double the price @_@; so i just got the “black currant” pepsi.

i needed to pee but i didn’t because i thought i everyone was going to be on time LOL. but they weren’t so i peed right when we got back to the apartment. well, nluu had trouble finding bike parking, kevin left later than usual, and i think ryan entered the platform on the other side? ahha. we managed to find each other and squeeze on a train. i had to hold on to ryan’s book bag for a while and the guy next to us kept laughing at me. haha. we started making ratatouille right away and it took us a while to cook that and the salmon. the salmon with the butter lemon caper sauce was bombbbb. the ratatouille needed to be cooked for longer (we tweaked the temp and length because we were hungry). after dinner, i was not having it. i had a headache all day so i just gamed a bit and then ko’d on the bed. i woke up to really loud laughter and stuff and i didn’t want to disturb the guys so i got up, brushed my teeth, showered, and then went back to bed. i watched some videos before sleeping but i was still feeling like crap both in the head and stomach areas... i almost forgot to mention that kevin mandolin’ed some of the skin of his thumb T_T he bled a good amount but he’s alright. i think he’s in a bit of shock though...

04: i got a lot of sleep and it was awesome. i woke up without the headache but my stomach still felt iffy. everyone woke up late today. me and kevin worked from home and we’re really tired and burned out so we took it easy today. i had a good small and healthy breakfast. kevin, ryan, and nluu had homemade egg mcmuffins and some pasta?? LOL norman got pasta from fat cat and it was way too much for him to finish. he had to eat all of it before his flight at 3:45 pm today. i had calls from 12 to 2:30 pm so when nluu had to leave, i said goodbye :( it’s okay -- i’ll see him in june! he also did something to our bathroom before leaving, which was LOLOLOLOL. he was quite embarrassed. anyway, ryan drove nluu to the airport with my car after the guys played a bit of pool. i was pretty productive for the rest of the day. kevin and i worked while they were gone and got a good amount of work done.

i played ‘bravely default’ for the rest of the day basically LOL. i was such a bum. my stomach is not doing so well and my body is reacting to it so i just skipped my work out. OH, my fitbit is coming in on saturday so i’ll for sure be back on track by then! i stopped logging my food and exercise in myfitnesspal so i can transition easier. i don’t need to hold my phone to keep track of my steps anymore! we made shrimp vermicelli for dinner and watched some dave chappelle. then the guys played steam games for the rest of the night. ryan just stayed in and did some apartment hunting. i’m wishing him the best of luck! :) yeah, it was a rainy and chill day from inside the apartment for all of us.

05: lol kevin worked from home again. everyone got so much sleep. i washed all of the dishes from last night x__x and then made myself pb and banana english muffins. it was another chill af day from home. ryan and kevin rq’d the lobster rolls for dinner because we didn’t have brioche buns and we had a lot of leftovers and yeahh.... so we’re planning on making a make-shift dinner. i did some recording and kevin took a break and played a few games of overwatch while i was recording so he basically ruined two of the videos and i spent the rest of the day past 6 pm fixing them. -__- you have no idea how fucking pissed i was. i understand that he has to do his own thing but he wasn’t doing work -- he was playing games and that caused me to have to voiceover basically everything. ugh. kevin basically ignored me for the rest of the day and just spent his time with ryan.

i did a 45 minute workout and my body feels so weak after not working out for 2 days T_T then i took a nice long shower and ate some dinner. ryan bought us cupcakes and sadly, the strawberry cheesecake one was my favorite but eating any more than a few bites would have destroyed my stomach. i watched the latest episode of ‘reign’ and then everyone headed into our room to watch kevin game. well, it turned into me and ryan watching an old episode of ‘the taste’ and i think he likes the structure of the show. i’m so sad it got taken off the air though ;( i brushed my teeth and then went to sleep. i gamed a bit before going to sleep. i’m becoming too obsessed with the different classes and figuring out which ones are the best for each character @_@

06: it was a lot harder to get up than i thought. i’ve been getting a lot of sleep but it was just hard to get up. i got on the train just in time and then got to work -- it was nice seeing everyone again! steve, cole, charles, joe, and i walked over to the south station plaza area to get tenoch mexican. cole keeps going on and on about it, but guess what? the truck wasn’t there today LOL. we walked in the cold rainy weather just to find that out. so we just got food from bon me and walked back. bon me’s thai iced tea tastes interesting... i think it needs to be creamier/sweeter but it was still good. i got the pulled pork miso banh mi and it was soooo yummy -- not too salty. i ate all of it for lunch! :O i was getting full 2/3 of the way down though. it was a super productive day and then i stopped working at around 4:45 pm and then talked with steve and cole. i walked with cole to south station and then i waited for kevin. we got on and talked a bit. then we got back, i told ryan that we didn’t get tenoch LOL and then the guys played some ‘hollow knight’ while i played some bravely default. 

then they stopped, snacked, and went climbing and i continued playing until i needed to bake the chicken and exercise. i managed to do additional back and arm exercises after my dance cardio, take out the chicken, put away my gym stuff, put chicken nuggets in the oven, shower in 12 minutes, cool off the nuggets, and then wash dishes before ryan and kevin got back. woot! ryan showered, kevin started cooking chinese broccoli in a cool way and then we ate dinner. then they we all game some more until 1 or 2 am. gg ryan because he had to get up at 4 am. we left him alone, gamed a bit more in bed and went to sleep.

07: yeah, this week was real tiring for both of us. i worked from home and i didn’t feel quite motivated today, but i did work :) in bravely default, i restarted twice to beat qada because he annoyed the heck out of me. i wanted to kill him in the best way possible >:D anyway, it was beautiful outside too. it was one of those warm days where you just want to laze around outside. i did manage to record 2 videos and then got caught up in a really long stand up. kevin got back home and we actually drove to target so i could get some body wash. it was a nice day but it got colder and darker. oh well. we stopped by brookstone to try out their massage chairs -- i think kevin really wants one in the future. the one i tried didn’t fit my body correctly so the massage experience was weird. i found the new duo loofah body wash thing and decided to give it a try along with the raw sugar brand vivian suggested. 

we checked out and then headed back to brookstone to get a bit more massage in (for kevin) and then we stopped by auntie anne’s for pretzel nuggets. mmm i forgot how good their og pretzels were. kevin got the honey mustard dip and i fed him all the way back home. when we got back, we just gamed and chilled. i talked with kevin about work and it was nice just to do that while he listened. i watched him play hollow knight and played some bravely default. we ate leftovers for dinner and watched the newest episode of ‘supernatural.’ it felt weird without norman and ryan here. it was weird going back to our routine. it was nice though. we did manage to go to sleep at around 1 or 2 am after gaming a lot. what a nice day.

08: we got out of bed with just enough time to make breakfast, for me to curl my hair, to change, and get to rock spot climbing 5 minutes before the rec divisions’ prep. i met kevin’s co-worker, matt and his girlfriend, megan (sp?). i was tasked with recording and taking photos of kevin. it was hard at first but then i just took off my shoes and started following him while trying not to get in anybody’s way. i didn’t think there would be so many people there and so many people competing. @_@; the way the competition worked is that participants shopped for problems they wanted to do and each problem was assigned an amount of points depending on how hard it was. participants could try as many times as they want but attempts would be recorded and then when they completed a problem, they got the initials of the person manning that problem. so it was a lot of waiting in line and seeing people try again.

kevin did a good job! he got a problem that was craaazzy. it’s a good thing i had my state backpack because i stuck my shoes in there, i had two water bottles for kevin, and i brought kevin’s free stuff in there too. it was so handy! we met up with matt and megan before the competition ended, watched them do some problems and then we all headed to moonshine 152 to get lunch. kevin suggested it and i’m glad he did. i got he crabby eggs benedict with a mixed sweet iced tea and kevin got the french toast sticks and poutine. the eggs benedict was DELICIOUS. the poutine’s tater tots were the crispiest and most delicious things ever. the french toast sticks were aiight -- a bit too sweet. kevin and i had some of matt’s bloody mary and it was pretty good! matt said it was one of the best ones he had so it was a good time to try. it was savory and tasted like a meal... like blended hot cheeto puffs haha. we talked about restaurants, food, etc. it was fun.

we walked back to check the results and both of them were pretty high up there but didn’t make it. kevin didn’t really want to make it tbh because he was tired. we parted ways with matt and megan and then kevin drove us back. i picked up my fitbit! it’s so beautiful! i set it up and played around with it for a bit. then we spent the rest of the day gaming. he played hollow knight and i played bravely default. we ate chicken nuggets and then ate fried rice for dinner. we finished watching season 3 of ‘how to get away with murder’ @_@ omggg, too many plot twists. i don’t know if i want to keep watching this show. we basically stayed up until 3 or 4 am...haha...

09: we got out of bed at 12 pm but we both woke up at around 10:30 or 11 am. i watched youtube videos in bed while kevin played pokemon. then kevin made us egg mcmuffins and i microwaved the leftover fried rice. we ate brunch and then we headed out to our massage at the thai wellness center! it took them a bit to get to us but the massage was great. it was as great as last time and i can say that this is now my favorite place <3 she got into my back, shoulders, and neck, AND my feet. the circulation in my feet has gotten worse and it is a bit concerning so the massage helped but i’m planning on seeing a doctor about this. anyway, kevin had a great time too and after our massage, we booked our next one ;D we also added on the steam room! i’m so excited for next month already ahah.

we drove back to the apartment, kevin gamed, and i found out that someone stole my credit card information and bought airplane tickets for united. so i spent 30 minutes or so trying to get a hold of chase customer service for my credit card. no where on their website or any forum, does it say how to get a hold of one. if you call the number on the back or the numbers on the website, you just get automated messages. kevin figured out that you had to press 0 for the operator -__-” wtf. i asked the customer service rep and he said to press 0 twice to get connected. wtf. anyway, i reported fraud and then kevin and planned our meals and went grocery shopping.

we went to kam man, roche bros, and bj’s. we were so tired and hungry after. lol, kevin thought i was going to pass out or something and he called me super weird. kevin took someone else’s cart in bj’s and when he returned it, the guy stared and him and made an angry hand motion -- we were both not on our grocery shopping game LOL. we got everything and then got back, i started cleaning the apartment, kevin washed the dishes and put away the groceries, and i then i had some downtime and did some “me time” things like journaling and catching up on my tumblr haha. i called my mom and she got sick from the weather change :( then i did some exercise to see how well the alta catches aerobics’ data. it does pretty well! we ate cashew chicken and it was delicious (minus the cashews because i hate cashews T_T) and chinese broccoli for dinner. then i folded the laundry and tried exercising a bit more but it was so tired from the massage and cleaning so i showered, brushed my teeth, and ko’d at around 1 am. zzz. kevin stayed up for a bit playing games.