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i tried i'm sorry if this sucks 🤧

jake and jay’s are are like semi-suggestive (i think?) imma just say that they are semi-suggestive to be safe

i aint gonna lie i’m a sucker for Jay cooking 😪

jake & hoon’s are kinda short bc it’s like 1 am rn

Heeseung

Heeseung has always been good at everything no matter what it is. It isn’t to discredit any of his effort whatsoever, but as the school year continues everyone knows that things are just natural for Heeseung. Ever since your freshman year of high school, you’ve seen him as your main competition for 1st place in school. The problem? This man isn’t even aware of it. To you, he just breathes and wins the competitions, gets all the attention, and is at the top of everything. To him, it’s the only way you’ll even notice him. The competitions? It gives him a chance to stay after school to be with you. The attention? He’s only focused on yours. Him at the top of everything? Well, that one’s just because he’s Lee Heeseung. It’s after school one day and the both of you have stayed to help clean up the classes for extra credit. Like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances, his eyes drift to you whenever you don’t notice. Except for this one time.

“Stop looking at me!” you say, your eyes glaring at him. He’s taken aback as he never meant to offend you.

“Sorry,” he said, thinking that you’d just leave it at that. But instead,

“I know you’re fricking judging me Lee Heeseung.”

“What?”

“I can feel it in your eyes. I’ll always be second to you and I get it, you don’t need to rub it in, so just stop!” You throw the rag at the window, walking out of the classroom and he’s left alone wondering what the hell just happened. And suddenly the gap between first place and second begins to grow. To him, staying after school to study for competitions are no longer fun when you won’t even tell him to be quiet when he starts to sing. Your attention is gone just like his sanity. Being at the top never felt so lonely when you weren’t next to him. To you, staying after school becomes something you dread because of the silence in the room that you caused. Your attention seems as if it’s on everything but him but every day you have a hundred thoughts and all of them are infected with him. The two of you enter yet another school competition, making it to the top 3. Yet, unlike previous times, neither of you is in first place.

“In first place, we have Sim Jaeyun!” the announcer says. You and Heeseung look at each other in shock that the other wasn’t on the podium. Yet, you couldn’t care less. Because not getting first place causes you to go off on a rant that Heeseung joins in on. Staying after school turns into study partners at the nearby cafe which becomes study dates. Both of your attention is openly on the other. And while you’re both at the top academically, you become the couple goals everyone wishes they could achieve.

“ace of my heart 💞” you caption an Instagram post of a picture of Heeseung.

rest of the boys under the cut!

Jay

Culinary class is peaceful for Jay. He has control of everything, knows where the ingredients and cooking tools are, can do something he loves, and did we mention control of everything? As a chef, he learned what you were like the first few weeks of class. You were messy with apple peels next to the lime squeezer, engaging in a way of cooking that you defined as “organized chaos.” You didn’t use measurements, cooked things by eye, and used whatever seasonings felt right. It wasn’t that you were bad at cooking, he actually enjoyed your dishes. But your process was just something he couldn’t stand. And maybe he doesn’t really like you since you accidentally used the last of his honey when making cupcakes but that’s a story for another day. The culinary teacher decided to try something new to promote teamwork and for a week, the class would be in partners and cooking a dish new to both people. And who did Jay just have to end up with? You. As the two of you read the recipe for your first dish which was a dessert of sorts,

“What do you wanna use first, jackfruit or durian?” he asked. You looked up at him, a teasing smile on your lips,

“Durian, because it looks like you,” you said before making your way to the table where all the ingredients were.

“Inner peace,” he muttered to himself as he watched you walk off. The next day, you were making peach tarts.

“Yah, Jay, look here,” you said as you held up your phone and the peach. In the photo you took, the peach was next to Jay’s face, sort of comparing the two.

“Why’d you take a picture of me?” he asked. He didn’t really mind photos, knowing full well how good he looked but you taking one of him came completely out of the blue. As you glanced up from your phone after hitting post, you were unable to stop your laugh,

“Your hair looks like a peach,” you said with a wink as you went back to cutting the ingredients.

“Do I just, do I just look like food now?” he muttered to himself with a huff.

“I mean… I wouldn’t mind eating you,” you teased. You were smooth, he’d give you that. But, damn, he wanted to make you feel the way you were making him feel right now.

It didn’t take long for you to learn that Jay’s way of teasing made you flustered as hell. If you’d ask him to hand you something, he’d hold it above your head forcing you to have to jump up. It just so happened that he did this once right in front of someone else’s station and as you jumped, you almost knocked into them which led to his arm around you,

“Watch where you’re going,” he warned with a teasing edge as he handed you the carrots.

When you handed him something, he’d take it in a way that his hand held yours for a second but that second was enough. As the two of you cooked together, you entered your own world with no one else but the other in it. He was patient with your organized chaos, his own habits finding a place alongside your cooking routine. For the last day of working as partners, you two were to bake cookies. You put in a pinch of salt then some sugar when suddenly,

“YAH!” you hear from next to you. Met with Jay’s wide eyes as he looked in the bowl where you put the salt and sugar,

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I told you to taste the salt and sugar before you used it.”

“The first one tasted like salt so I put more of the second one.” He took a pinch of the sugar already in the mixing bowl then tasted it, a disgusted look appearing on his face”

“You put salt then more salt, good job y/n.”

“Huh?” He took another pinch then brought it up to your lips and as you tasted it,

“Why the hell is there two kinds of salt here!”

“One’s fine, the other’s coarse. I wanted to eat these y’know.”

“Fine, head over to my place after school and we can make cookies together.”

“That’s not funny. You can’t mess with cookies,” he muttered.

“Who said I was joking? We can even drizzle honey over it.”

Jake

Perfection doesn’t even begin to describe Sim Jaeyun. A gentleman, kind, smart, has an accent that you can’t help but sometimes tease him about, and obsessed with Layla were all things you couldn’t fault him for. But sometimes, just sometimes, he could be a little too nice. You couldn’t help but feel jealous at the sight of the girl chatting with Jake by the benches and her feeling his arm up.

“Geez, tell her to go away!” you wanted to say to him as you started walking towards them.

“Hey,” Jake said with a smile as his eyes landed on you. The same smile he smiled at her with.

“Are you ready to go?” you asked, trying not to sound pissed but couldn’t help yourself.

“Yeah hold up.” Jake looked at the girl, “Just text if you need help with anything else on the homework,” he said before walking off with you.

“Who was that?” you asked as the two of you made your way to the cafeteria.

“New girl, needs help with physics so she asked me for help.” Jake was supposed to help you with physics.

“You gonna help her on Tuesdays?” you asked, referring to the day Jake always helped you. If he did notice your jealousy, he didn’t say anything about it. Oh, but he did notice. And he kind of wanted to edge it on to see how far things would go.

“Should I? She can hangout with me and Layla.”

“See if she likes me better than Layla.”

“Might take you up on the offer, watch your words, y/n,” he said with a chuckle.

“Yeah? You introduce her to Layla and I’ll divorce you then take full custody.”

“I didn’t know we were married, don’t we gotta go out on a date first?”

“I don’t know, do we?”

“Let’s do it right now then.”

“Fine! Wait what-?”

Sunghoon

On the ice, you and Sunghoon went together like sugar and tea. Off the ice, you two were like the coarse salt that ruined the cookies in Jay’s fic. You and Sunghoon skated well together, putting on a performance that typically got you first place, but that’s exactly what it was. A performance. An act. Nothing more, nothing less. Neither of you talked when you saw each other after practice the next day at school. Neither of you actively told anyone that you knew each other more than most couples did. But there was just something about talking to Sunghoon outside of ice skating, acknowledging that there you had an ice skating persona as well as the persona you showed to everyone else, that frightened you. So both of you made an unspoken agreement that you’d keep your ice skater lives in the rink and outside of it. Except for right now where the transfer student who coincidentally just so happened to be an ice skater and was wondering if you’d be his partner for the upcoming showcase.

“Y/n already has a partner,” Sunghoon said, cutting in as he stood next to you. The transfer student’s eyes settled on Sunghoon,

“You’re Park Sunghoon, the guy who-”

“Almost made it into the Olympics? Yeah. And y/n and I are gonna do it together this year.” You weren’t quite sure how to feel about Sunghoon suddenly “claiming” you (not in a toxic way whatsoever, we don’t condone that here). But you did know that this meant Sunghoon knew of your existence outside of the rink.

“Says who?” you said, trying to see how this would go. He looked at you, fear flashing in his eyes at the thought of the two of you not doing this together.

“I thought, I thought we were? Are we not? We have our outfits planned and everything.”

“I mean… plans change, Hoon.” That nickname, the one only you were allowed to use for him.

“Do you not wanna do it together?”

“I’m just gonna… go,” the transfer student said.

“I do wanna do it together.”

“So then what’s the problem?”

“We kinda don’t have a relationship outside of the rink, Hoon.”

“We can make one, then. Right now.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

Sunoo

You’ve always held a level of jealousy towards Sunoo. Sunoo has always been the guy who’s everyone’s friend even if he’s popular, the type of guy who waves at everyone, greets them with a smile on their face, and gets people to attend class/school events. Whereas you’re more on the introverted side, not really liking people. When it’s lunchtime, you tend to eat alone not really giving a damn about everyone else. You’re not exactly an outcast, just more comfortable by yourself. You’ve always been jealous of how Sunoo’s open to people, talkative, and just overall likable. Because unlike him, people think you’re being mean when you’re quiet and it looks like you’re not listening to whatever it is they’re saying. Around school, Sunoo has earned the nickname Sunny while you’ve been given the nickname Winter. Everyone sees how you walk away whenever Sunoo waves at you in the halls. Everyone is aware of how you scoff whenever Sunoo does aegyo in front of you. Everyone notices how you get mad whenever he links his arm with yours. But it’s Sunoo who sees the glint in your eyes the second they meet his by your locker. It’s Sunoo who notices the slight smile that plays at the corner of your lips whenever he calls himself “ddeonu.” And it’s Sunoo who’s aware that no matter how much you protest when your arms link, you’re never the one to let go first. So he sits at the desk in front of yours during lunch, chatting his butt off about his day while stealing bites of your lunch. He gives you face masks with the excuse of “it was a buy one get one free deal and I don’t know who else to give it to.” He asks if he can style your hair playing it off as “practice.” Little by little, you begin to open up. When you see him in the halls, you start to give him a smile reserved only for him. When he does aegyo you tease him by saying that Jake does it better. And when he links his arms with yours, your pinkies intertwine. You bring an extra bag of chips for lunch and start making your portions larger to share with him. You invite him to the mall since you saw an online promo while walking by. You start to enjoy the way he plays with your hair, sometimes even craving his touch. Because we all know, the sun has its way of melting ice.

Jungwon

Yang Jungwon, the class president, has a 100% success rate in getting field trip forms submitted on time. Well, it would be 100% if it weren’t for you. It seems as if you’ve made it your life’s mission to do everything and anything that’ll piss off Jungwon. Every time there’s a permission slip that needs to get signed, he constantly finds himself having to remind you of it so that it’d get turned in on time. Yet despite this, you always turn it in a day later. When things are kind of slow in class, you’re always talking to someone and have earned the title of the chatty kid no matter where the teacher makes you sit. Jungwon has no clue how someone as big of a procrastinator as you, always chatting with people when you don’t need to, and has your music playing so loud that everyone else hears, gets the good grades that you do. But regardless of what you do, you don’t bring down the class average so he’ll give you that. It’s time for a new seating arrangement and where does the teacher have you sit? Right next to him. So he’s dreading it, knowing that for the next 2 weeks he won’t get any work done, have to deal with you chatting to everyone, and has to be the one to catch you up when you enter class late.

“Hey,” you say with a smile as you settle in the seat next to his. He likes your smile, he won’t lie. But you’re annoying as hell. One week goes by as a back and forth of you constantly making efforts to get on Jungwon’s nerves but he returns the favor while teasing you back. With the two of you as partners, he starts to notice some things about you. Things like how you play with your thumb before raising your hand to answer the question. He sees that your notes are full of rushed scribbles and you dot your i’s close to the center but not just there. Your binder is covered with artwork of things you like and photos of you and your friends. Amidst your chattiness and tardiness, he finds himself looking forwards to certain things. He looks forward to your messy hair as you rush in 15 minutes late and start scribbling your notes in an effort to catch up. He looks forwards to how your conversations become a distraction from lectures. And he wonders to himself, what it’d be like if he were a photo in your binder.

As the second week continues, you start to see things differently with Jungwon. His reminders become less annoying and more useful as you take it in mind. When you’re late, he already has a second copy of the notes waiting for you on your desk. He buys you stickers for your binder using the excuse of “I stole it from my sister.” Before either of you realize it, it’s time for a new seating chart.

“Guess you’re happy to get rid of me, Wonie,” you joke as the two of you stood up to head to your new seats.

“I want you to sit across from me,” you hear him say.

“Huh?”

“At the Eggy Cafe on our first date,” he says before heading to his new seat.

Ni-ki

Dance class, it’s exhausting. Countless hours spent practicing a choreography that only lasts for a few minutes. Constantly getting yelled at by your teacher when you take a wrong step. Continuously in an unspoken competition with the best dancer of the school, Nishimura Riki. Ni-ki fools around during practices, usually to get on your nerves. Whenever you buy bungeoppang at the stall in front of the school, half of it instantly belongs to Ni-ki as he takes a bite when you’re not looking. Whenever the two of you are the only ones who’ve got the choreography down, sometimes you’ll slow things down to piss him off. There’s a flow to Ni-kis dances that no one else can replicate, a flow he was born with and can never be taught. Everyone, including him, is aware of this. But you’ve always been different from everyone else. All his life, he’s been told how good at dancing he is but you criticize him. While the others applaud his performance, your eyes are watching his every move. He almost hates how well you can spot the mistakes he can’t even see on himself. But as time goes on, these little competitions start to develop between you two, even outside of dance. When dance class ends, the two of you race to see who’ll get to the bungeoppang stall first. Last one there pays for bungeoppang. This is the competition you let Ni-ki win, using “I’m already tired from dancing” as an excuse. In the mornings, you compete to get to first period. Loser pays for lunch. This is the competition where there’s a middle ground between you two. Sometimes you win, sometimes he wins, other times you enter class together. When walking home, you compete to get to the bottom of the stairs at the subway station first. Whoever loses has to carry the other’s bag until you get home. Ni-ki lets you win this one, using “If I ran any faster I’d trip,” as an excuse. These small competitions become the things you look forward to throughout the week, enjoying the thrill of small moments with Ni-ki. At one point, the two of you (on separate occasions) talked to Jungwon about the competitions, telling your side. To the both of you, he says the same thing. “Why don’t you see who asks the other out first and plans the better date?”

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symphonicmetal101 · 4 years

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After watching some anime, can I request the brothers and Side characters with an MC that makes really great bentos in their aesthetic with their favorite meals? MC could make Lucifer a fancy dish of steak done to his favorite temperature, side dishes are organized neatly, and the bento is red and black to match his design or she made pink/pastel treats for Asmo is a very cute bento that matches his style. I think it would make their day when they receive something so cute from the human

ABSOFRICKINGLUTELY! ANON! I LOVE YOU! THANK YOU! However, I write gn! Whenever possible, so I hope you don't mind. Also, I've only made bento once, so I did a tinny bit of research. Most of them stray from traditional bento, however I tried to make sure I had the four components, (protien, carbs, salad/veggies, and fruit) (except Asmo), and different cooking methods for each. Some of them I forgot to explicitly say what colour the box was, so I'm sorry about that. I didn't do Luke because he had a role in Simeon's, and I blanked. (Sorry) Also, some of them have links bc I started to lose inspiration and motivation to write the same thing over and over again bc brain juice went bye. Hopefully I did this justice, I may have gotten a little carried away...sorry for rambling.

MC Makes Bento For The Boys

Lucifer

Lucifer had been working non-stop for the past few weeks

You had barely seen him, as he was so busy going back and forth from the castle, meetings, and he had banned everyone from his office. It had gotten so bad that he would "postpone" his meals, but nobody had seen him eat in a while.

You had a lot of spare time, so you did meal prep for the whole week just for Lucifer.

It was a little past noon by the time you finished, (and made Beel swear he wouldn't touch the food because you would treat him at Madam Scream's later), so you decided to make a bento box for Lucifer's lunch today with some leftover beef and rice you had.

With your protein and carbs taken care of, you prepared some roasted asparagus to add some colour to the box as well as a couple of carrots. You also added an umeboshi plum on top of the rice to match the colour of the box. (A/N I personally don't mind umeboshi on it's own, but if anyone wants to try it, I highly suggest you eat it with rice or have water on hand 😂)(oh yeah, umeboshi is a small, sour, pickled plum.)

In the final box you arranged a couple of orange slices, strawberries and grapes.

Satisfied, you brought the box and a glass of water up to his study. You didn't even bother knocking, knowing he would just send you away anyways.

You were greeted by a low growl. "Get out."

You rolled your eyes. "No. You need to eat Lucifer, and I'm not leaving until I know you've finished this."

"I don't have time for this MC. I have to-" he was cut off by his stomach rumbling.

He blushed slightly, and continued to busy himself with work.

"Please? I hate seeing you overwork yourself like this. Have you looked in the mirror lately? When was the last time you slept? Eaten? Had something other than coffee? Have you even gone to the bathroom in the past 48 hours?"

He sighed, folded his hands under his chin and looked up at you through disheveled raven locks.

"...you really aren't going anywhere until I eat." It wasn't a question, rather a statement with a trace of relief in it.

You extended the bento box out to him once more, though this time he accepted it.

"....thank you MC.....this is quite delicious. Perhaps once I'm done my work I can take you out to Ristorante Six to show my appreciation."

You pushed his hair back and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Once you're done your work, you're going to sleep. That's an order, sir."

He silently cursed himself as he felt himself blush again

You were planning to stay until he finished, but then you heard Mammon and Levi fighting.

"I'll take care of that love. Make sure you drink that water too. Also, I prepped meals for the rest of the week for you, so you have no excuse to not eat. I bribed Beel, so they should stay there, but as an extra precaution I got Satan to teach me a protection spell. I didn't tell him what it was for, so it should be fine."

He watched you close the door behind you and wondered what he did to deserve someone like you.

Mammon

He was complaining to you because his actions finally caught up with him, and tomorrow he had to go out and repay some witches with time and favours, (being a bagboy), instead of money

He started belly-aching even more when you told him you weren't interested in joining him.

Luckily you were on dinner duty tonight, so you had a legitimate excuse to leave his pity-party

However while you were making dinner, you decided to show Mammon a little bit of sympathy, and set some rice and pork cutlet aside that you could use later.

After dinner, Mammon followed Lucifer, trying to convince him to give him money.

So you had ample time to continue working on his bento.

He had a three compartment wooden box

You scooped the rice into the box, put the cutlet on top, and two thinly sliced pieces of lemon on top.

You cut up some yellow, red, and orange bell pepper to put in the top left corner of the box

In the last compartment, you cut up golden kiwi, pineapple chunks, and a couple blueberries

You were about to put it in the fridge, when Mammon came screaming into the kitchen.

"MC HELP ME LUCIFER'S MAD I DON'T WANNA GET STRUNG UP AGAIN AND- wait, what's that?"

You sighed. "It was supposed to be a surprise Mammon! I made lunch for you for tomorrow, because you're going to be doing some running around and who knows when you'll get a moment to yourself? I was going to cast a spell on it to keep Beel from eating it, so it would have lasted overnight too... I just want to make sure you have something healthy to eat and so you don't have to spend money on take out. If you don't want it though, I'll just give it to Beel..."

He blushed furiously. "Ya don't gotta worry bout me, silly human. The Great Mammon can take care of himself! But-uh, I'll probably end up taking it anyways, because it's umm, it's free food! And Mammon ain't about to pass that up!"

He tried to grab it, but you pulled it close to yourself and turned, blocking him.

"You only want it because it's free? Ok. Fine. You'll have to pay me if you want it." You teased

He whined a bit. "Aw come on, ya even said ya didn't want me spendin money tomorrow! And ya said it was for me! MC, this ain't fair!"

"I didn't say you had to use money."

The next day while Mammon was out and about, trying to carry multiple bags of stuff for the witches, he happily ate his food, a light blush on his cheeks as every bite reminded him of the way you felt against his lips yesterday.

Leviathan

Levi had lost out on another draw despite having spent copious amounts of money on the tickets

As such, he had locked himself in his room to temporarily drown in his sorrows

You decided to make Kyaraben, character bento, for him. (Kyaraben can also refer to animals, real life celebrities, or natural settings)

(I would do Ruri- Chan but I have no fricking clue, so here's a link to a recipe for Pikachu Kyaraben because that's what you did instead)

Hesitantly, you brought your creation to his room and lightly knocked on the door.

"...I don't wanna talk to anyone right now."

"Levi, it's me. I brought something to cheer you up! At least let me give it to you if you don't want me to stay."

You could hear some scuffling and mumbling from behind the door. "I highly doubt there's anything a normie like you can do to help."

You tried to brush that off, because, ouch, but you knew he was upset so you tried not to take it to heart.

He was pouty as he opened the door, his demon form on display.

His expression immediately changed when he saw the bento in your hands.

"WOOOOOAAAHHH!!! THIS IS FOR ME??!! YOU MADE ME BENTO??!! This is something straight out of anime!!! Uh...uhm...d-do you maybe w-want to share it?"

The last part of his sentence had him blushing furiously, and he refused to look you in the eye.

"Sure. Maybe we can watch that anime you texted me about a couple days ago too."

His eyes lit up with joy as he used his tail to gently grab your wrist and pull you excitedly to his couch.

Once he had arranged everything to his liking, he sat down and bashfully accepted the bento.

At some point, he asked if he could feed it to you, however, there was only one pair of chopsticks

Blushy otaku very much enjoyed the bento, not only because it was like his anime, but also because it was you who made it.

He also got a couple indirect kisses, and could not focus on anything but that for the next few days.

Satan

You and Satan had been spending a lot of time together lately because he was helping you study for a test

Thanks to Satan's tutoring, you had managed to get a much higher score on the test than you had imagined.

As thanks, you wanted to make a kitten Kyaraben

You found him in the library at a desk, hunched over a book, studying some foreign language.

He was so engrossed in his studies that he didn't notice you right away, so you tapped him gently on his shoulder.

"Ah, MC. I'm afraid I missed you coming in. Are you alright?"

You smiled and nodded. You brought the box out from behind your back with your test papers on top, the mark clearly visible.

"I couldn't have gotten that mark without your help, so I made you some bento as thanks. I hope you like it."

His eyes widened in surprise. "Oh MC, that wasn't necessary. Spending time with you was enough for me, but thank you."

He slid the lid off the bento and chuckled when he saw what you had done.

"That's quite clever kitten. Perhaps next time you can show me how to make it?"

His pet name made you blush a bit, but that didn't stop you from agreeing.

You two spent the next few hours discussing different meals you guys could learn to make together.

Asmodeus

Asmo had been taking you shopping lately, hyping you up and helping you destress with spa nights

In return, you decided to make a dessert bento box in a pretty pink container.

It was a square container split into nine compartments.

Across the top three compartments, you arranged a rainbow of mochi.

On the bottom three you arranged a rainbow of macaroons.

In the two outside compartments left, you put a mini Wicked cupcake in each

Finally in the middle, you arranged Hershey's kisses into a heart.

Satisfied, you made your way to his room and announced your presence at his door.

"Come in darling~ I'm just finishing up my nails!"

You let yourself in and settled across the table from Asmo.

"I brought you something. I just wanted to thank you for helping me out lately and show you how much I appreciate you!"

You placed the box next to him so he could see what you had done.

His squeal of excitement almost decimated your eardrums, however moments later you were enveloped in a very tight, heartfelt, "smooshy" hug, but his elated expression made up for your temporary loss of hearing.

"Ohh MC! You're so sweet!!!! These look delicious, let's share them!! Just let me take a picture first with my favourite snack!!"

You sat back and expected him to pick up a cupcake, but yelped as he pulled you into the frame.

"I said with my favourite snacc MC, and I meant it!!" (Yes, he still took a picture of the bento)

Beelzebub

You wanted to plan an outdoor date for the two of you that wouldn't require you to excersize.

So you decided to try and make Koraku Bento, or picnic bento, but even bigger in hopes you would be able to temporarily satiate Beel's hunger

Because you were making so much, you needed multiple boxes, and a couple days to prepare, so you asked Simeon if you could work at PH so Beel wouldn't get to it early.

Of course, he agreed

Day one, you prepared five different fillings for the Onigiri you were planning to make: sha-ke (salted salmon),umeboshi (Japanese pickled plum), okaka (bonito flakes moistened with soy sauce), kombu (simmered kombu seaweed), tuna mayo (canned tuna with Japanese mayonnaise)

Day two you prepared three large protiens, (chicken, beef, and pork), each enough to fill about two containers each. You cooked each of them differently. You also cut up/prepared vegetables you wanted to use for tempura.

Day three you woke up early in order to be ready to take Beel out after his game. You made rice and finished making the Onigiri, (which Luke was adamant you let him make with you).

And Simeon helped you make the tempura and a beautiful salad to accompany everything else.

However, now there was a lot of stuff to carry and you wanted to greet Beel out of his game.

So the angels took care of transporting the food to the roof while you went to get Beel

"Why are we going to Purgatory Hall? Are we having dinner with the angels?"

"Not quite. The date I wanted to take you on had a slight change of plans. We just need to get to the roof-"

"Do you want me to fly us up there?"

You considered it for a moment then agreed. If nothing else, you would be avoiding Solomon.

Once you landed, appreciation for the angels swelled as they had laid everything out so beautifully.

"...oh. It looks like someone else is doing something up here. It smells really good, so we should probably go. I don't want to eat someone else's food and ruin their night by accident....again." He tried to leave, but you pulled on him gently.

"I'm glad you think it smells good. This is for you! I made it for you, and the angels helped me bring it up here when I went to pick you up."

His eyes widened. "...All of that...you made it for me?"

You couldn't help but smile and nod at his bashful expression.

He hugged you gently. "Thank you MC. I know that took a lot."

"It was worth it! You haven't even tried it yet. Come on, I'm hungry!" You giggled.

Beel's stomach growled in response, causing a slight blush to light his cheeks. You're so good to him❤

Belphegor (this has a bit of crack energy, I'm sorry. So will Solomon's😅)

"MC....can you pass me my D.D.D?"

"MC....can you give me a massage?"

"MC....can you switch my laundry for me?"

"MC....can you pass me my pillow?"

"Belphie, I love you. I understand you're the Avatar of Sloth. But what the actual fuck? Your pillow is under your arm, just move it under your head. I've already gotten up, like six times to do stuff for you."

He groaned. "But it takes too much effort!" He smushed his cheek into his arm and attempted to give you puppy-dog eyes.

"Sorry, only Beel can pull that off. If you want your pillow moved less than a foot, you're going to do it yourself. You of all people should now how frustrating it is to get up as soon as you sit down."

He groaned again and grumbled as he moved his own damn pillow.

You tried to relax a bit. Normally your time with Belphie consisted of cuddles, movie nights, planeterium visits, or just plugging into some music and enjoying each other's company, like you were trying to do now.

Until you made eye contact with him again.

He was going to ask something-

"MC........... can you get me a snack?"

Dear God, he was not gonna like this.

"Of course Belphie. I'd love to."

You made your way to the kitchen with new found energy.

You were going to make Shikaeshi Bento (revenge lunchbox)

Basically, it's supposed to be inedible or embarrassing, and be used to convey anger or overall dissatisfaction

So you grabbed his bento box, dumped uncooked rice into it, cracked an egg and left the shell in the box. You used purple food colouring to make a heart.

You brought the box up to Belphie, who was surprisingly still awake

"That was quick."

You grunted in response and walked out

"Hey why are you leaving?!"

A few seconds later, you heard, "MC! ...WHAT DID I DO??!! I JUST WANTED A SNACK!!...MC PLEASE COME BACK I DON'T WANNA GET UP!!"

Diavolo

So, usually Barbatos is in charge of making sure the Demon Prince eats

However, you told Barbatos that you wanted to make something special for Dia

"My Lord would thoroughly enjoy anything you made for him. He's been very busy lately, so I'm sure he would appreciate the kind gesture."

Barbatos graciously gave you precedence over the kitchen, giving you full access to everything you could ever need or want.

You decided to make him bento with your favourite protein

One compartment you filled with rice, using sesame seeds and an umeboshi for garnish

You arranged pieces of your favourite fruits in one of the smaller compartments

Then you made your favourite type of tempura, and prepared the sauce to go in the last two compartments

You asked Barbatos where Diavolo would be, and he escorted you to his office.

"My Lord, MC has come to speak with you."

Diavolo's head shot up and his face lit up with delight as he watched you walk through the door.

"MC! A welcome surprise. How are you? Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine! I actually just wanted to give you something." You gave him the black box.

"I made bento with some of my favourite things...you mentioned wanting to get to know me a little bett-"

You were cut off by Diavolo crushing you in a hug

"...My Lord, MC needs to breathe."

"Ah, my apologies MC. This is the most wonderful, meaningful thing anyone has ever given me. How can I adequately express my gratitude? Simply name anything you want, and it shall be yours."

Once you had regained your breath, you gave him a small smile.

"Anything? Could I trouble you for your time?"

"MC, Lord Diavolo must finish his work in a timely matter. I can clear his schedule for afterwards."

"Barbatos, could they stay long enough for us to share the wonderful meal they've prepared?"

Usually Diavolo's begging and sad eyes™ would be powerless against him, however the soft spot he had for you and your much- less-seen sad expression were enough for him to bend this once.

"My Lord, I'll be back in an hour. I'm afraid that's all the time I can allow."

He stepped out, and allowed a small smile form on his face as he heard the two of you celebrate, also knowing that later on he would be listening to a very happy prince recount everything you two talked about and how much he loved you.

Barbatos

You, the brothers, and the other exchange students had been invited to the demon lord's castle for another event

It wasn't for another day, but you felt your chest tighten as you remembered Barbatos

Did he even get to eat those days when everyone was there?

You didn't want to take that chance, and decided to set up a small, filling bento box.

It only had three compartments, so you stuffed each one.

One had rice and meat.

You made some sushi and tamagoyaki to go on top.

For the last compartment, you made a simple chickpea salad.

The next day, Barbatos welcomed you all to the castle, as per usual.

However, this time he stuck around once the brothers and others had left.

"I...Well you already know, but this is for you!"

He nodded and graced you with a smile. "My knowing does not take away from my appreciation MC. Admittedly, nights like this are very demanding. I will repay you later. Thank you."

He tried to walk away, but you yelled after him, "You're not supposed to repay someone for a gift! Just take it!!"

He smiled to himself as he started to eat some food.

Perhaps this night would not be as taxing as he thought

Simeon

You had been experimenting new dinner recipes with Luke at Purgatory Hall; you were watching him while Simeon was away.

"If we leave these leftovers out, Solomon will get to them and ruin them."

"....why don't we make bento for Simeon? He's coming back tomorrow, isn't he?"

Luke beamed at you. "Okay!"

He went to get a small bento box divided into fifths (two large bottom compartments and three small top ones).

"Ok, so in one of the big ones, we can fit the rest of the rice."

Luke nodded. "Can I use this?" He held up a star-shaped cookie cutter.

"Of course!" You helped him mould the rice into a stable star shape.

He looked so happy designing stuff, you let him take the lead.

By the time you were finished, it was easily the most stunning dish you had seen.

"Wow MC! We should do this more often!" He was very proud of himself, and rightfully so. "I can't wait to give it to Simeon!....Is it ok if I give it to Simeon? It was your idea, so it's ok if you want to do it instead..."

You just smiled at him. "You can give it to him, you did most of the work anyways. For now though, you need to get to bed."

He pouted slightly, but complied.

The next morning you woke up to Luke speaking very animatedly to Simeon.

"Yeah! We tried a bunch of new things, and then MC suggested we make you a bento box with the leftovers, and it turned out really well so I can't wait for you to try it!!"

You leaned against the kitchen doorframe observing the interaction.

"Thank you Luke, it looks wonderful. Good morning MC. I hope you slept well. Thanks for ba- for helping Luke while I was away."

He smiled gently at you before Luke was trying to get him to try the bento again.

He took a bite and smiled at Luke.

"It's delicious. You guys must have put a lot of love into it, as always." He looked directly at you at that point, but Luke was too elated to notice the silent exchange between you too.

Solomon

"Don't get mad at me! You agreed to test spells with me!"

"You asked me when I was half asleep Solomon! I also meant later, not right away!"

"Well, you're not a frog anymore, so I don't see what the problem is."

.... No, you weren't a frog anymore

That didn't mean you were happy about being a frog in the first place.

You texted Simeon, 'Who's on lunch duty today?"

"Me. Why?"

"I'll make us bento. We can picnic, the exchange students, that is."

So you spent the next little bit making normal bento for the three of you.

"Simeon said we should probably leave in five minutes" you thanked Luke and started on Solomon's.

You made Shikaeshi bento; you cracked four eggs and aligned their yolks into a rather phallic shape, added way too much fish oil, and threw a few sesame seeds on top.

However, once you made it to the picnic grounds, Solomon opened his box and gasped.

"MC, you know me so well!" And proceeded to drink right out of the box, the rest of you looking on in horror.

"I thought you were mad at me and you were going to give me something disgusting like Mac and Cheese. I guess all is forgiven. Thank you!"

At that point you couldn't even stay mad, that was just disgusting.

Aye, I hope you liked it anon, not sure if this is quite what you meant but....yeah.

Love y'all!

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me thoughts #long post #i really liked this one

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Birthday Cake-tastrophe! (HEAVENS x Reader)

My birthday is tomorrow at the time of writing this, so I figured I’d write an imagine for the first time in a while. I hope you all enjoy!

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Reader is gender neutral in this imagine, like in most of my work on this blog so far.

Summary: The HEAVENS boys have a day off for once, and that day happens to be your birthday. Since you’re their beloved composer, the boys want to make your birthday extra special and throw you a surprise party including making the cake. However, their baking skills might need a little bit of work....

Word Count: 1,568

slight content warning (CW) for light swearing, but it doesn’t happen often in this imagine

Fluff, no major trigger warning (TW), but please dm me if I do need to possibly add a TW or CW for anything in this imagine for future works.

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Key:

(Y/N) = your name

(N/N) = nickname

(F/C) = favorite color

(2/F/C) = second favorite color

(F/C/F) = favorite cake flavor

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Imagine is under the cut, I hope you all enjoy it!

“Yamato..., I don’t think... we’re supposed to add... protein powder... to the... cake mix,” Kira said, growing more mildly annoyed when he realized that neither of the other two HEAVENS members seemed to have any idea what they were doing.

It wasn’t often that the boys’ days off managed to coincide with birthdays, so whenever they got the chance to celebrate, they did whatever it took to make that person’s special day all the more memorable. Their beloved composer, (Y/N), was certainly no exception to this idea. As soon as (Y/N) had casually dropped the fact that their birthday was coming up during a conversation with Eiichi earlier that week, the boys knew they had to do everything in their power to make this birthday the best one yet for the composer they loved so dearly.

They then decided it would be best to throw a surprise party, with that being Yamato and Van’s idea on how they should celebrate their composer’s special day. It was Nagi’s idea for them to try to bake a cake, his reasoning being that a birthday party wouldn’t be a birthday party without cake. Of course, the older HEAVENS members all knew that he just wanted an excuse to eat something sweet, but they were happy to oblige since they wanted a way to show their gratitude for all the hard work and love their composer has put into all the song they’ve produced together so far. However, as Eiichi, Shion and Van worked on setting up the decorations for the party and Eiji focused on distracting (Y/N) under the guise of needing help in his garden, Kira realized that neither Nagi nor Yamato had any idea on what they were doing when it came to baking.

“What are you talking about?” Yamato grumbled as he begrudgingly put the box of protein powder back into the cabinet above the stove where they were working. “A little bit of protein never did much harm. Besides, don’t you want our manager to be in their best condition?” “For frick’s sake, Yamato!” Nagi whined. “If our (N/N)-chan wants something sweet for their birthday, that’s what they’ll get! Protein will just make the cake taste gross, and no one wants a gross cake!” “What are you trying to say about my cooking skills, Nagi?” Yamato growled, struggling to keep his temper in check while working with the complaining teen and trying not to make too big of a mess while mixing the (thankfully protein powder-less) cake batter. “Please..., no fighting... especially not... today...,” Kira warned, which thankfully worked to help calm the two younger members down, causing both Nagi and Yamato to mumble out in unison a brief “Sorry, Kira,” before returning to work.

“I’d like... to be done... before the others... so we can... help them... while the cake... is baking...,” Kira explained. “Yeah, good idea,” agreed Nagi as he added a few drops of (F/C) food coloring to the frosting mixture he was working on. “I heard Shion was struggling with putting up that strand of lights we wanted up, they’re probably going to need more help once we’re waiting for the cake to bake.” The older two members hummed in agreement as they finished pouring the now ready batter into the cake tin and were now preparing to place the tin in the oven. “Alright, it’s 3:30 right now,” Yamato noted after Kira shut the oven door. “How much time are we supposed to let this bake for?” “Fifteen... minutes...,” Kira replied. “And let... the frosting... chill... for thirty....” “Okay, then,” Nagi answered as he covered the top of the frosting bowl with plastic wrap before gingerly placing in the fridge. “Let’s go check on the others and see what we can do to help them.” So, the three HEAVENS members did just that. Unfortunately for them, Kira had forgotten to set the timer to let them know when the cake was done baking....

“iiiiii~!” Eiichi exclaimed, proud of the work that he and the rest of HEAVENS had put into decorating the living room and dining room for the party. It truly was something to be proud of: stunning fairy lights and beautiful streamer strewn across the walls and stairs’ handrails, (F/C) and (2/F/C) balloons tied to the handrails, the gift table all arranged neatly in the dining room courtesy of Shion, all that was missing was the cake. “Awesome work, everyone!” Van cheered. “(N/N)-chan’s gonna love it!” “Well, of course they will,” Eiichi assured. “What would HEAVENS be without the passion we put into everything we do? It’s no different here. Besides, we’ve all put a lot of thought into this party. I have no doubt in my mind that (Y/N) will appreciate our gesture for them on their special day.”

“Oh, it sounds like Eiji’s having a hard time keeping (Y/N) distracted,” Shion pointed out shortly after checking his phone for the time to see that Eiji had texted him letting him know that since he didn’t have any more work that needed to be done in the garden, he and (Y/N) were going to a nearby hardware store to find more plants and seeds for the newly cleared section of the garden. “By the way, what time were you supposed to pull the cake out of the oven, Kira?” “3:45,” Kira answered. “What time... is it... now?”

A brief moment of silence followed as Shion began to panic in realization that it was now 4:05 and the cake was now overbaked. He was hesitant in trying to tell the other members the time, much to Yamato’s frustration. “Cat got your tongue, Shion?” Yamato groaned before he snatched the phone from Shion’s hands, his eyes nearly bulging out of his skull when the read what time it was. “Shit! The cake!” “Hm? What’s wrong, Yamato?” Nagi inquired. “We fucking burned (Y/N)’s cake!” Yamato exclaimed in a mix of panic and anger. “It’s still in the oven!” With that, the athletic HEAVENS member hurried back to the kitchen to try to save the cake from being even more burned, the remaining HEAVENS members following suit.

Once Yamato had pulled the cake out of the oven, he could tell that the top part was almost completely burned. There was no way for him to initially tell that the cake was supposed to be (F/C/F), so he nearly slammed his hands on the stove in anger at himself for ruining the cake until Eiichi stopped him. “Let’s take it out of the tin first and we’ll see if we can salvage it,” the group leader insisted, hoping to soothe the frustrated Yamato, who simply huffed and agreed to let Van and Kira remove the cake tin. Thankfully, the rest of the cake was not burned from being in the oven too long, so all that had to be done was to cut the burned part of the cake off before Nagi and Shion spread the frosting and (2/F/C) sprinkles on the now-salvaged cake.

By the time Kira had set the cake down on the dining room table near where all the gifts were set, Eiichi received a text from his younger brother. “Eiji and (Y/N) are here,” he directed. “Quick! Everyone, get into your hiding spot! Van, turn the light off. As soon as (Y/N) turns the light on, jump out and yell ‘Surprise!’” “Yes, Eiichi!” the remaining members responded in a whisper-yell as Van rushed to turn off the light and the HEAVENS members hid, waiting for Eiji and (Y/N) to open the door. Sure enough, just a few seconds later, they did just that.

“Thanks for coming with me on such short notice, (Y/N),” Eiji said with a soft smile as he shut the door behind him. “Yeah, no problem,” (Y/N) replied before pointing out, “Geez, it’s dark in here. Where’s the light switch?” “Oh, here, I’ll get it,” Eiji answered before he flicked the lights on. Just as Eiichi had instructed them to do, the rest of the HEAVENS members jumped out from their hiding spots.

“Surprise!” they shouted, causing (Y/N) to jump a little in shock before they turned to Eiji with a shocked and ecstatic look on their face and taking in the decorations before them.

“You guys remembered!” (Y/N) beamed with happiness as all seven members were now standing near them. “Well, of course,” Van stated with a wink, making (Y/N) laugh slightly. “How could we possibly forget?” Eiichi asked as he took (Y/N)’s hand and led them to where the cake was waiting. “You didn’t have to do all of this!” (Y/N) exclaimed with a light laugh. “This is amazing, thank you all so much!” “It’s nothing, (N/N)-chan!” Nagi replied. “After all...,” Kira noted. “It’s your... special day....” “You’re always putting in so much effort into our music, (Y/N),” Eiji added before Yamato continued, “So since we have the day off, we wanted to make your day even more special.” “Thank you for everything you do, (Y/N),” Shion muttered just loud enough to be audible. By the time the group had all sat down to cut into the cake, the boys all cheered together:

“Happy birthday, (Y/N)!”

#imagine #uta no prince sama #utapri #utapri heavens #eiji otori #Yamato Hyuga #shion amakusa #van kiryuin #eiichi otori #Nagi Mikado #Kira Sumeragi #heavens x reader #special imagine #birthday special

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what-a-messsss · 4 years

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2x3 rewatch

I keep forgetting that Brach is still in S2. Oops. Also, I apparently went to check something in S6 last time I watched something, so it started at 6x2 instead of 2x3 and I yelled. But anyway, on with this mess. “Death Came in Like Thunder” apparently. It sure did.

Ah yes, let us not forget that Branch is MANLEH. This shall be proven to us by him murdering his cousin, Trunk, with big ax. Chop chop, Branch, kill Trunk. But oh no, must also show that he is People Smart, so must also lose because this makes him likable. And many white people clap. Yaaaay. But be sure to say, “I let him win, Ferg,” while your competitor is right next to you, so he almost surely heard you. Good good.

Oh Ferg. Could you look more gormless if you tried? (I mean, probably not, since presumably that was the goal of the actor, so he would have been trying. But still.) Bb.

Heh, nice thematic cut to Walt also chopping wood. And YAY, Henry’s gorgeous truck (and gorgeous self). I’m just going to take a moment to appreciate the fact that Henry rolls up and just helps himself to some of Walt’s thermos of coffee. Because of course he does. But I do so love these touches that they put in that do underline the fact that they are married have been besties for going on 40 years. Also, I love this jacket of Henry’s. The woven top, jean jacket sort of one? Yeah, top 5 costume pieces of his for me. (Also on that list, all basically tied with each other, basically any pants he wears. I am reminded, when they cut back out to a full body shot. Because I am very shallow, and he is very pretty.)

Haaaaaa. And of course Cady talked to Henry before she talked to Walt. Walt is a butthead. And, yeah yeah, she just found out that he’d been lying to her for over a year, but that just proves my point that Walt is a butthead. And we’re back to this whole idea that she left her phone, which just... ugh. No. But Henry’s face when he says that she said that she is safe, and he’s so worried, but still willing to respect her boundaries.

“She is an adult, Walt.” “She’s my daughter.” For fuck’s sake, you jackass, your ADULT daughter; that’s the whole flipping point! Also, that little emphasis on my daughter, pfft. If you didn’t want to feel like she preferred her cool dad to you, maybe try being less of an AAAAAAASSHOLE. And, like, respecting her. Even a weensy little bit.

“Etta Place” I don’t remember if we find out why that’s the ‘assumed name’ that Cady chose, but I’m intrigued. Wait, I just googled. Looooool. She spent years with Butch and Sundance. Nice.

Walt is such a soft touch with teens. *snack crackle pop* that kneecap back into place. Vic starts this scene saying, “The 911 operator,” though, which is interesting, because I was kind of under the impression that Ruby was the main dispatcher, so it would be kind of heartening if she actually had back up with that. ...Or maybe they’re just far enough out that a cell call made would be picked up by a tower farther out and have to be routed back in to the station/them. I have no idea how that actually works. Another rabbit hole for me to totally not go down. Hopefully. Shit. They’ve apparently upped the fine for trespass since the show, though, because it’s $750 (or 6 months in jail) now and Walt says it’s $500.

And once again, we see Vic actually wearing gloves while investigating a suspicious death, and Walt just squinting into the distance helpfully. I suppose “things got bad” in Basque country around WWII, but there has been friction there that dates back before the Spanish Civil War, or even the Carlist Wars the previous century. It did get gnarly with the dictatorship of Franco, and the formation of the ETA in retaliation, though, so yeah. (Francisco Franco is also on the list of people who anybody with a time machine should go back and beat the shit out of.)

Shit, I forgot about the animal death.

Knock knock, no answer. Better just wander in without a warrant. I know that the guy who they know lives there is dead, but still, no fricking warrant; I suppose the worry of a poisoning could count as probably cause?

Gods, but there are moments when I do absolutely adore Vic, and they are usually when she’s taking the piss out of Walt. “Reclusive bachelor chic; you and Marco have the same decorator.” Looool. But also, sad, because Martha has only been gone for a little over a year, and Walt is not the kind of person who would, like, change stuff and get rid of her things, so that’s kind of odd. Maybe Henry and/or Cady went though and put away some of her things to try to help Walt move on? But damn, the ‘excuse you’ look on Walt’s face when she does say it, pffft.

AND AGAIN, Vic wearing gloves, Walt with his bare ass hands picking up the picture of Picasso’s Guernica; can you at least *pretend* you’re a cop, *some* of the time, buddy?

Lol at the barrabilak; they are pretty well by the Rocky Mountains, so it’s probably not all that surprising that Walt’s had some “Rocky Mountain oysters” before.

I had forgotten that Vic had four brothers. But her comment about Sal going off to look after the sheep and how if someone had told her that one of her brothers were dead she “wouldn’t care about any damn sheep,” I don’t know. It kind of annoys me. It’s totally in character for her, which is good, but I think it’s part of what can annoy me about her character. Different people grieve differently, but also, I know she’s only been in Wyoming for a year or two, tops, but how is it so hard to fathom that someone one would be concerned about their livelihood, even in the face of personal tragedy? Just, seeing beyond her own very narrow experience doesn’t seem like something she’s very good at. It would be one thing if she’d framed it as “this is suspicious, and here’s why I think so as a cop,” but it was, “I wouldn’t react that way personally, so it’s sus.”

Sure, be suspicious because there’s a suspicious death and family members are always suspects until ruled out, but approach it like a cop. Or at least think about it from more angles than just your own, not terribly similar experience. You’re a white city cop who can’t (or won’t) adjust to being in BF rural-ville, but these are immigrant shepherds whose family come from a homeland where the cops were just as likely to kill you as answer questions, and you’re side-eying a guy for going to make sure that their meal ticket doesn’t get obliterated?

I need to keep reminding myself that I really did want to like Vic. I really did. She just... they don’t make it easy for me. Maybe she’s serving as an avatar for audience who don’t know about some of the culture stuff, and the audience get answers from her ignorance? But honestly, I wish they’d picked a different way to handle that, if that’s what they were trying to do. Her response to Henry being salty about Thanksgiving still really pisses me off. Because it was shitty and racist, and... do we really need a character basically rolling their eyes and saying, “It was so long ago, why don’t you just get over it,” about something that is intrinsically tied to the genocide of so many people? Why are Indigenous people just supposed to “get over it” but “Remember the Alamo” and “Southern Pride,” and shit? Fuck’s sake. Honestly, that might have been the moment when they lost me on her character. She has moments where she’s awesome, but they never really address her being fucking racist or give her a chance to grow into a better person. Which sucks a lot. Fuck. Ok, that was a lot. Sorry. Back to the actual ep.

AH, nice of you to beam in from the campaign trail, Brancheroo!

Uh, so I paused it to look at pic in the newspaper, and then being me, started to look at the articles surrounding the pic. And the one with the headline “Fans Injured At Local Game” is actually about the Stewart case? From 1x3? I’m guessing that somebody went to the trouble of writing up an article for that for some S1 ep after it and they just plugged it in because when not paused, you might catch “Sheriff Longmire” there and that’s all they need. Especially since the text starts to repeat after the first paragraph. (I am the worst pedantic little shit.) Ooooor, maybe even though it’s S2, it’s hardly been any time since 1x3? The date on the newspaper is March 31, 2012, so there’s a timeline hint.

Awwwwww, once Walt points out the bird, Ferg knows exactly what it is. Occasional twitcher, are we, my lad? “A red-tip meadowlark,” indeed. Oh bb; Ferg’s face when he sees Walt looking at the pic of him with Branch in the paper.

“You go too fast, you miss the little things.” Every once in a while, he actually sort of mentors Ferg. I wish he did more of that, especially since we see later how capable Ferg can be.

Go suck an egg, Branch. Why does she get all the “good” assignments? Maybe because she was actually on the job when they found the body, not campaigning.

OPE. Lizzie’s gift. Yeah, I’d probably choke on that coffee if I were you, too, girl. Better hope that there wasn’t perishable food stuffs in that gift, because that has been in there for a whiiiiiile, hasn’t it. Wait, was Ferg in the office when Lizzie dropped off the gift? Because his face said more than just “Did somebody give Vic a present?” Suuuuper subtle with that whole pushing the drawer closed with your foot there, Vic. Pfffft.

“Cyrano Caballero” How daaaare that skeeve take Cyrano’s name in vain?!?! (I have a thing about Cyrano de Bergerac. It’s quite possibly my favourite play, and I adore the character, and have exactly 0 chill about it at all. I find Brian Hooker’s translation of “The Ballade of the duel at the Hotel Bourgogne Between de Bergerac and a Boeotian” with “Then, as I end the refrian, thrust home,” vastly superior to any other translation that I’ve heard or read, though for the rest of it, I will grant that there are others to be preferred. But that version of his Ballade is exquisite, and I will not be swayed. Holy shit, FOCUS. That is so very much not the point.) It’s not even a throw away line in this ep, it’s just a random, very well chosen, if utterly appallingly insulting, company name. It’s actually incredibly clever for what the business is, and if it didn’t make me so stomping mad, I would applaud whoever came up with it heartily.

Vic’s face listening to this jackass’ spiel is a thing of beauty. “A good woman goes a long way of easing the obvious stresses of your daily life,” the jackass says, cutting his eyes at Vic when he says “obvious stresses,” and I caaaackle.

What is it about this guys’ horrible glasses that just makes him so much more hate-able? I’m not entirely sure, but kudos to whatever costumer put those on him, because they are perfect. In the ‘I want to punch him’ way of perfection.

And after all of that about Walt’s “lady friend,” Vic brings Lizzie’s present. Womp womp. That went super well. Yuuuup, run while you can.

Poor Ferg. Branch manipulates him, Vic ignores him, Walt shuts him down... Poor guy just can’t get a break.

I actually kind of like this motel manager--the one who “doesn’t judge people” and is a stickler for warrants? At least somebody in this county cares about warrants. Also, those doors are actually really pretty. Nice colour, and the carved scrollwork designs are nice.

What an odd shot: the one when they’re coming out of Walt’s office after talking to Skeevy McGrossFace and Rosa. It’s a weird sort of shaky-cam stepping back, just preceding Branch walking, and then turns to follow him when he sit’s on his desk. But it’s a really different style of shot than I can remember, so much so that it’s a bit jarring, especially after the series of nearly stationary close ups that we just had. Weird. [18:42-18-50]

Cady! I haven’t made much note of her costuming before this, but it seems notable that’s she’s only in monocromatics. Especially next to Fales in muted tones, but still some colour, and surrounded by the colourful grafitti of the alley where her mother was stabbed. Nice way of setting her apart from everything.

SHEEPIES! Ooooo, that wagon is so cool. Ah dang, the way that Sal corrects Walt’s pronunciation of his brother’s name is so gloriously passive aggressive. Good for you, my dude. Names are important, and people should have the respect to make the effort to get them right.

Aaaaaand Walt, the definition of Do, Don’t Tell, just shoves the guy to keep him from drinking the possibly dangerous water, rather than, like, using his words. Walt’s gonna Walt.

Iiiiiiiii am a mess, truly. It cuts to an architectural model and I start giggling like a 6th grader, because I know it’s going to be a Jacob scene. He’s not even on screen��yet, ffs. HANDS. I’m fine. Totally fine. (That’s totally a lie. I just rewound to the beginning of the scene because I kept giggling too much to pay attention. What the hell.) First time we’ve seen one of the chips, which at this point must be a marketing mock-up, since nothing is built yet. And he actually types, not just doing the hunt-and-peck thing that is sometimes easier on a tablet.

Looking at the weaving that is up on his wall (maybe a rug?) I’m hoping that the prop people actually did buy from Northern Cheyenne artisans. They apparently did most of their filming in New Mexico, so I hope they made the effort to get the patterns right, and buy from the actual tribe they’re supposed to be portraying, I guess? And now I’m distracted by the fact that the random hanging light behind Jacob is at a weird angle?

Look, ever since I realized that the “Hey,” that Jacob does is apparently just A (thanks to it also happening in That Damned Xmas Movie) I am endlessly amused (and charmed) whenever Jacob does it. I don’t know why it makes me so happy, but it does. (This is legitimately embarrassing. How much trouble I am having focusing. Beyond my normal focus issues, which, as shown above, are already impressive. Because thiiiiirst.)

“My boys at the lumber yard did just throw you a campaign rally.” I love how Jacob is basically apparently not just his secret angel-investor, but also a sneaky campaign manager. Did Branch just think shit like the rally just happened? He’s not fricking Ferris Bueller; somebody organizes those. And apparently it’s either Jacob himself, or someone who Jacob appointed to do so.

“I thought you were just a casino developer.” You have noooo clue, Brancheroo. “I prefer to remain a silent partner. White people get nervous when Indians start taking back their land.” Oooooope. Especially interesting because there are previsions for the Tribal Council to purchase land to be Tribal land (Section 6 of Article IX of the Tribal Constitution), but this seems more along the lines of personal acquisition. Though maybe not, because “on the board” doesn’t necessarily equate to being the owner.

The set up of Jacob’s office is so interesting. Functionally for the show, it’s probably for better shooting angles, so that we can see more of Jacob behind the desk while Branch is sitting in front of it, but from an in-the-verse decorating standpoint, bit’s fascinating. He has this focal wall with the gorgeous wall hanging, flanked by floor to ceiling window, but instead of having his desk centered on that wall and directly facing the bulk of the room, it’s at an almost 45 degree angle on a huge rug, and it’s so unexpected. I kind of love it, and want to analyze it for days. Also worth noting is that pride of place is given to the Hotamétaneo’o headdress which is on a stand centered in front of the wall hanging.

How fucking tired must Jacob be. He’s used to Walt... Walting, but then Branch comes in, who he is literally spending his own money to support in his bid for sheriff, and he pulls the same shit of assuming that he’s behind Bad Shit. And then Branch frames it as “bad P.R,” so he’s there to “discuss it with [him] privately.” And then basically threatens him with Walt. I swear. ...there is something a little amusing about Walt being used as the stick in the carrot and a stick method of negotiating. He certainly is enough of a blunt object most of the time.

Oh fuck you so much, Branch. Playing the “can’t give you details about an ongoing investigation” card as though you have some professional or moral leg to stand on after basically blackmailing Jacob with Walt’s vendetta is just such shit. You don’t get to look down your nose at Jacob’s quid pro quo pragmatism when you were the one who came to him for financial backing. You sanctimonious little shitheel. If you didn’t want to deal with Jacob, you shouldn’t have taken his $100k. He’s a business man, and you’re an investment, and not a quixotic one.

“He’s probably the only person to have died from [hemlock] since Socrates.” And then Walt’s incredulous look and her, “Alright, I googled it,” were subtle comedic gold.

Ooooooo, that was a nice little shot. Not quite foreshadowing, but showing Branch’s suspicions and sort of inviting the audience to share them. Walt says his bit about the Army poisoning “Indian wells” to kill them off and get their land, and then we see Branch fiddling with the Four Arrows chip and narrow his eyes considering and slip the chip into his pocket, looking suspicious. It’s a really neat little moment of visual storytelling, no lines, literally three seconds long, just sort of snuck in there, but super effective. Really nicely done.

And again, Cady is in monochromatics. And, shit, just gave Fales Henry’s name. Aaaaaand right after, she realizes that the junkie was killed and realizes that it had to have been one of her dads (or so she thinks).

Sal’s monologue in the cell is a good emotional payoff that plays off of Vic’s comments towards the beginning of the episode. I see the narrative worth of her making them, and how the structure of the episode benefits from it; but seeing those writing elements from the outside of the show doesn’t make me able to like her as a character who said them in-universe. And then the threat Sal makes of vengeance on someone who killed one he loves also underscores the stuff with Cady’s investigation into her mother’s death very well. As much as I gripe about the writing *cough S6 cough finale cough* there really is some damn good writing in this show, and I don’t show enough appreciation for it.

Huh, and now there’s a sort of inverse of that weird shot preceding Branch from earlier, but this one is much more effective and less off-putting. This one [33:00] precedes Walt as he walks back into his office, still a medium close up, but it’s much steadier, and the way it is framed, it does quite a bit to convey his mindset, and he walks out of the shot and we see the three deputies following him in like baffled ducklings, making the shot serve another purpose, too. Which honestly makes that earlier shaky follow shot of Branch even weirder, because this one was so much better.

And then Walt has his creepy little speech about how someone would want to watch the light go out of their eyes and not caring if you get caught. I do appreciate that when he’s talking about the psychology of killing with poison he doesn’t just call it a “woman’s method” which media so often does. It might have been the writers keeping who the killer was abstruse, but it was still more gender neutral. Especially since according to The U. S. Department of Justice's report on Homicide Trends in the United States (1980 to 2008) of all poison killers in that time period, 60.5 percent were male and 39.5 percent female. (Table 5 on page 10.) So that long held idea that even Sherlock Holmes was written to have that poison is “of course” a woman’s weapon is pretty crap.

Awwww, the good old days when Walt paid attention to animals. ...I am still bizarrely salty about the fact that he never named his horse. What a good pupper!

And then we have a classic example of Sneaky!Walt, which always takes people quite by surprise, because he’s usually as subtle as Miley Cyrus.

Also because when he does this, it tends to be pretty fucked up, in a Make Someone Think They’re About To Die way. And then he does His Thing, where he just lays out all of his suppositions, with no proof, only the terror of her thinking that she’s been poisoned and you’re withholding medical intervention to get her to confess. And is, irritatingly, correct about his theories. But I’m pretty sure this qualifies as coercing a confession? She thinks she’s fucking dying. Even Vic looks at him like it’s fucked up, and her moral compass where he’s concerned is... skewed.

They way this reveal was played out, (”How’d they find her so fast?” “Hard to say...”) is somewhat ambiguous as to whether it’s supposed to be that Branch went there to tell Jacob or not, but I kind of doubt it? I kind of figure that the meeting that Jacob was having when Branch rambled in was already with Rosa signing the paperwork. Jacob is smart. So, HAH. Little good your “can’t comment on an ongoing investigation” schtick did.

And then the news that someone in law enforcement has been asking after Henry.

“Lizzie was waiting for you here tonight. You should talk to her, Walt. She seems to think she is in a relationship with you.” ....omgs. The tone. I mean, yes, the blisteringly glorious SASS, but how does one not read that as incredibly shippy? Howwwww?

“You are an honest man, Walt. I would like you to stay that way.” Oh Henry. When did you decide that you weren’t? Was it when you hired Hector? Or was there something before? ...I feel like there were things before that. Hello darkness my old friend.

“It is not your job to protect me.” “It is my job...” THOSE WERE THE DAYS. Those were the fucking daaaaaays. And the emotions on Henry’s face after Walt says, “That was my right,” as though Henry cheated him of something. I am so deep in OT3 feels I cannot even see daylight here. The feels of them having been an OT3 and then Walt pulling this shit, and Henry having to defend his own “right” to avenge Martha? It wrecks me. “A good woman was murdered. A bad man is dead. End of story.”

#Longmire #Walt Longmire #Cady Longmire #Henry Standing Bear #Branch is such a tool #Jacob Nighthorse #The Ferg #Victoria Moretti #Episode commentary #How many tangents did I manage to go on this time?#so many #Martha Longmire #I ramble about shots and framing and narrative too.#It took me so long to do this.#I am such a mess.

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myriadimagines · 4 years

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Oh god, men who are saying we misinterpret... 😂 Brought me a funny memory.

When I first had a irl crush 7.5 years ago, I actually came forward to him (he was my classmate) and told him I really like him/said it straight to his face that I have a big crush on him because we had had fun together and for example, he always waited for me at the train station when I came to school and literally RAN to me when I got out of the train and he always wanted to walk with me back to the class after lunch etc so my friends told me to go for it and see what happens. He got super confused, but the next day he messaged me being like "I'm sorry for getting confused yesterday. But I have feelings for you too."

Well we had a very nice time for a couple of months which included a lot of staring, blushing and smiling at each other and goofing together and having Facebook messaging with stuff like "I missed you at lunch ❤️" from him (after I couldn't go to school because train operators were on a strike) and EVERYONE IN OUR SMALL SCHOOL SHIPPED US, students and teachers and even the school cleaning lady, they called us JJ because his name also began with J 😂 (there was about 30 people total in our school) And my teacher told me afterwards that he saw that there's something going on between us and purposefully paired us for assignments etc.

Then my crush apparently developed a crush on our class assistant (at least that's what it looked like) and shortly after that he sent me a very frustrated toned message claiming that his sister had written that message to me where he confessed he has feelings for me too, and I had just misinterpreted all that cute behavior and wanted me to stop talking with him. 😅 Yeaaaaah right. So his sister apparently took over his body too and he couldn't help it????

I guess that was a psychological kick to my gut because I haven't been crushing on anyone real since that one.

I saw him at a pizza place 2.5 years ago on his birthday btw and he just stared at me and I just tried so hard to keep my face static so I wouldn't show that I recognized him... I don't know what he was doing here because everyone is like "where the frick is that???" when I tell them where I live and then J just appears at the local pizza place on his birthday??? He lives 70 kilometers away from me in a city so I doubt he came all the way here just to eat pizza 😂 This place literally doesn't have anything else than that, two small grocery stores, a small gym and pharmacy.

Just telling you this for peer support and maybe for laughs 😅

JENNI PLSSSSSSSSSS omg first of all i am so sorry men are so confusing and this is just such a prime example sakjdhsajk but also this is almost the same as what happened to me and this guy???? im putting this under the cut bc its so long and messed up BAHHAHA

granted we never explicitly confessed feelings for one another but we would hang out at school all the time, sit next to each other on the bus (AND HE’D LET ME REST MY HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER) and he lives like 2 streets behind my house so he’d walk me home and everything. he’d get weird when i hung out with other guys and would incessantly tease me about it to the point where i was just like ok maybe i shouldn’t. and i ended up going over to his house all the time because we were studying for our exams together but we’d just watch tv and lay on the couch and talk. i met his dad and even my mom asked if we were dating and our english teacher also asked my friend after we all graduated if we got together and it makes me scream!!!!! but then right when we graduated he started dating another girl in our class (i had to find out from mutual friends which was so shitty akjsdhaksd bc he never talked about it with me, even long after i found out). and i was like damn that sucks but whatever, i never told him how i felt. but we still kept in touch and when i moved away for college he hugged me and told me how much he’d miss me, and i just start to move on bc we obviously cant get together.

fast forward to a semester into college, he’s messaging me all the time about how he misses me and asking when i’ll be back, i come home for break, and its radio silence. dude doesn’t message me until the end of break where he asks to hang out, and i find out later that the day he asked to hang out was the day after his girlfriend left to go back to college. we hang out, i leave to go back to college, and we text for a bit more before he stops talking to me completely. we don’t talk for like a year and a half and i find out it’s because he girlfriend didnt want him talking to me anymore and he freaking deleted my number.

we somehow get back in touch through our mutual friend but he’s still with his girlfriend and whenever we hang out he lies to her about where he is. im super uncomfy and debating if i should cut him out bc i dont like him sneaking around his gf like that for no reason since we’re just friends. but at this point he starts getting weird and affectionate and telling me he wants to go to nyc to visit me, and always randomly asking me if i have a boyfriend. he gets on my case all the time about not replying to his texts fast enough and eventually he hits me with the whole ‘i love you so much’ situation after he got a good grade in his exam and was sharing it with me (which is so weird bc why would u say that while celebrating your grade). at that point i start really distancing myself, and eventually stop talking until recently :)

his gf even reached out to me to talk the whole situation through but honestly they’ve both got issues and im terrified of them both.

i recognise my own part in this situation about sneaking behind his gf’s back but i just.................................................................. it was a lot.

#BUT UR CRUSH BLAMING IT ON HIS SISTER AJDJKAND HELLO????#i will probably delete this later but enjoy this drama everyone #swanimagines #s talks

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chequeredwhitpost · 4 years

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Episode 3: Bad Coffee

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(Skipping Sunday…)

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I shut my locker after grabbing my Spanish textbook. I just got out of a VERY stressful class period with Coach Lawrence, one that might have just buzz-killed my day. I guess I just have to push through the rest day, or whatever. I can’t help but recall yesterday. How Douxie spent the night, and when my brother saw him on the couch, well, he grabbed the bat and made a swing. Hit Douxie’s leg.

I ran downstairs and had to pry Jake off of Doux and make him really look at who he was attacking. After about ten minutes, the action was over and I was checking if Douxie was ok. (Which he was.)

I sigh, shutting my locker. Time for Spanish class, I guess.

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I sit down at my desk beside Eli Pepperjack, when I feel a buzz come from my back pocket. A new text message? I pull out my phone as Senior Uhl walks in before the bell, drinking his morning coffee. Darci comes in behind him, sitting in her desk beside me.

I read my new text, and as I suspected, it’s from my Douxie.

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Douxie: Hey, dove, just wanted you to know that I’ll be on campus again at lunch.

Arya: Sounds lovely. Want me to save you a seat at our table?

Douxie: You sure your friends wouldn’t explode?

Arya: Not with my dagger glare. Don't worry. You’ll have a spot right next to me.

Douxie: Looking forward to it. ❤❤

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I feel a presence scooting in closer to me, so I look up. To my shock of utter betrayal, I find Darci trying to peek at my screen, to see who I’m texting. I pull my phone away, flipping the screen over. But it’s too late.

She gasps, knowing that my ‘single’ status has been replaced with ‘taken’.

“You have a boyfriend?!” She whisper-shouts.

I groan.

It’s over for me, isn’t it?

….

No. I’m gonna fight for our privacy.

“I’m not answering that until you SWEAR not to tell anyone!” I hiss.

Darci’s smile widens, “Are you kidding? This is fantastic news! Why would I go and spoil it by telling Mary? We both know that if she finds out, so does the whole town!”

“That doesn’t sound like the vow to me.” I test.

Darci scoffs, “Fair enough.”

She holds up the three scout fingers to our friend group.

“I, Darci Scott, hereby promise to not go blabbering about your relationship status.”

“Thank you,” I bow my head.

She scoots an infinite amount of space closer.

“So you’re dating someone now?? For real, dating?”

I take in a breath, trying to find the patience to deal with this.

“Yes. I am dating someone.” I admit.

“I knew it! All I saw was that he’s coming to lunch and some heart emojis, but I knew it!!”

She gasps,

“Who is it? When did you two start going out? What’s he like? Do I know him?”

“Calm down, Darci!!” I snip.

She leans back.

“Sorry.”

I huff, “He asked me out on Saturday. When he came over.”

“He went to your house?!-- Wait, Saturday? Weren’t you watching your brother then while your parents were out?”

That was sort of a lie. I don’t have my parents these days. But yes, I did have to watch Jake. He would never have agreed to come to Claire’s house.

I nod my head, following the lie.

“Uh, yeah? But he wasn't doing anything so I invited him over. Sorry, Darc’.”

“Oh, don’t apologize for it! I totally understand.”

“Oh? Oh. Cool.”

“So, do I know him?”

“You’ve met. Sort of.”

She sinks in her seat, tapping her chin.

“You know a LOT of guys. Who could it be?”

She looks at me, trying to read my expression. I pick up my phone and text Douxie some blue heart emojis, before the bell rings to kick off class. I pull out my textbook and open to page 23-- the one for the test. But I look up at Senior Uhl at the front of the class and see a … change in the look in his eyes.

Uh oh.

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What… The Bloody Hell.

OK. Third period was a complete and total DISASTER. Clearly some mystical shit is going on! Like, and this is just my best guess, but some Grit-Shaka sort of shit. Someone must’ve given Senior Uhl a… Grit-Shaka… maybe? Thing is, I didn’t see a Gumm-Gumm totem on him anywhere.

And I’m not gonna go looking.

BUT HE WAS INSANE!!

He made us wash his truck! Sussanna, he calls it. (But STILL.)

I sigh, slumping down into my chair after parting from Darci and Mary in the hall. Now I have Ms. Janeth. With Darci again. Good thing it’s not Mary though… Mary doesn’t need to know the fact that I’m not even single anymore. If she even finds out that, I’m SURE she’ll go interrogate all the boys in school! Just to see it through!

(It wouldn’t work anyways, but she’d try.)

I sigh, running my fingers through my hair, but as Ms. Janeth walks (or, actually, it’s more like a twitchy stagger) into the room, I instantly sink further into my seat, recognizing that look. It’s the same fricking CRAZY look that Senior Uhl had!!

I am NOT gonna be her victim this time… Not again. And definitely not on the same day! Just as I’m about to hide behind my textbook for the rest of the school day, I hear TOBY’s voice come up over the speaker.

“Attention! The El Guerito Taco truck is Parked outside! Free tacos for everybody as long as they last!!”

Wait what?

Before I can question this, Darci cheers-- along with the entirety of the class-- and grabs my wrist, pulling me out of my seat and along with the crowd. … I better get tacos.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As Darci and I find ourselves full of confusion once we get outside, the school gates slam shut at our backs. (And I see a glimpse of … Toby?)

Darci runs up to the gates and tugs at them.

“Hey! Toby! What are you doing?! Let us in! Let us--”

She realizes what she’s doing and looks back at me, dumbfounded with herself.

“Wait… Why am I fighting to get back INTO school?”

I shrug.

Mary comes up to us from the crowd and sighs.

“No taco truck in sight. Anywhere.”

“Damn.”

I slump my shoulders, “But hey, I guess that means schools out for the day! Wanna go get some lunch?”

Darci and Mary look at each other, as if I’ve said something wrong. But it only lasts a moment before they shrug and Mary goes back to texting.

“Sure.”

“Sounds good to me!”

Phew… I look at Mary, who’s (probably) texting her temporary boyfriend. SHIT. I should probably text Douxie and tell him the situation we’re in right now.

“Hey, girls, where are we gonna go to lunch?” I ask, trying to be casual as I pull out my phone.

“How does Benoit's French Bistros sound?”

“The cafe?”

“No, the Bistro.” Mary sasses.

I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, that works.” I say.

Mary looks at me, suspicious.

“Are you inviting someone to our lunch?” She asks, excited.

I hum an indecipherable note to throw her off. She groans, stepping closer to try and peek, but Darci changes the subject to one that’s sure to throw Mary off.

“Oh! I almost forgot! Mary, have you heard the latest gossip about tight jeans Hank?”

In the blink of an eye, Mary’s at Darci’s side, begging for gossip. I roll my eyes with a playful smirk and text Douxie.

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Arya: Hey, Douxie, so we’re having lunch at Benoit’s, headed there right now too.

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It takes a few minutes for him to reply.

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Douxie: Already? Lunch came faster than I thought.

Arya: No, we actually got locked out of the school. All of us. Everyone.

Douxie: Wait, seriously? Is everything OK?

Arya: Everything’s fine, promise. Not 100% sure what’s going on, but we’re all OK.

Douxie: Okay. Glad to hear that. ❤❤❤

Arya: ❤❤❤

Arya: So, see you at Benoit?

Douxie: Sure. See you soon, dove.

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I smile softly, and put my phone away in my ‘secret’ hoodie pocket. Turning to Mary and Darci, I nod, and Darci wraps up her gossip.

“That’s it? Well, that was disappointing.” Mary slumps.

“Well, then now we can go to Benoit’s. Wouldn’t want to show up late.”

“Wait, so you DID invite someone?”

“Yes, I did.”

She opens her mouth to talk and start blurting out interrogation questions, but I cut her off,

“And I’m NOT telling you who I invited. You’ll just have to see.”

“Awww! You’re no fun, Arya.”

“Good.”

Darci laughs and we get going.

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(Time Skip) | (Benoit’s)

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One of the waitresses seats us at a kind of picnic-bench on the outside patio up at the front of the cafe. She gives us our menus and takes off for a bit until we’re ready.

Mary and Darci sit on the bench-seat opposite of me-- per Darci’s suggestion. (Which I give her a grateful glance, to which she returns a nod.) I bet she knows that I’ve invited my boyfriend--- but she just doesn’t know who that is yet.

I let out a hiccup, just one, as I begin to skim through the menu foods. It’s about seven-ish minutes later that I hear someone clear their throat softly, and the three of us girls look up from our menus. I’m the first to say hello to him.

“Hey, Doux!” I gush.

He waves his hand in greeting, “Hello, Arya.”

He looks at my friends, “Darci, Mary.”

“Hey Douxie.” Darci grins widely.

I pat my hand down on the empty space beside me, motioning for Douxie to take a seat. He chuckles and sits down right next to me. Really close to me. Mary studies us, with a stupid, shippers girl smile on her face. I sigh, and feel Douxie’s hand grab mine from under the table. Oh, how I really wish I could kiss him right now. On the cheek, with no consequences. But, unfortunately, if I do that, Mary’s gonna be on my left, with a million plus questions.

And with her, so will everyone else.

I squeeze Douxie’s hand a bit and go back to looking at the menu.

“Hey! Is it ok if I ask you a bunch of questions, Douxie?” Mary asks.

“Only if they’re not love-life personal.” He terms.

“Awww. Did Arya already tell you about me?”

“She did,” Douxie chuckles, “But it was nothing too bad.”

“And what was that?”

“That you just … are very excited to meet new people, and want to get to know them as soon as possible.”

“And I said you can be very nosy when it comes to people’s affairs.” I comment, looking at the soup section.

“Pfft.” Mary slouches in her seat.

Darci snickers, “She’s not wrong, though!”

“Who’s side are you on here?”

“Uh, mine? Duh?”

Douxie and I laugh, and we all go back to looking at the menus.

“What are you guys going to get?”

Darci asks,

Douxie answers first, “I always get the steak. It’s delicious here.”

“Mm. Well, I think I’m going to get the pumpkin - roasted chestnut soup.”

Douxie lets out an ‘ooh’ and points to the appetizers.

“That comes with one of these, but I suggest getting the mozzarella sticks with it-- the cheese on the inside goes really good with the pumpkin bits.” He advises.

Mary looks at him impressed.

“Wow, Doux’, you know a lot about food! Do you cook?”

“Eh, occasionally. But I actually work here, and some of my friends are the chefs. They let me taste the food whenever they try a new recipe.”

“That’s awesome.” I brush, “You should totally gimme some of those taste tests when they have extra.”

Douxie laughs, “I’ll see about it.”

We all glance at Darci, as she explains what sounds good to her.

“I’m thinking about getting the fruit salad. With a side of nuggets.”

“Seriously Darc’? You’re gonna get a side of chicken nuggets?”

“It’s Monday, and it’s supposed to be chicken nugget day in the cafeteria anyways. So yes, I’m going to get those nuggets.” They play-fight.

I roll my eyes, minding their antics, as Douxie sneakily points to something on my menu, leaning in a lot closer, pressing his cheek to mine. The stealthy part is using Mary’s and Darci’s distractions to give me a kiss on the cheek.

He squeezed my hand under the table and pulls away from my menu. My heart flutters with glee and warmth as the remaining feel of his kiss echoes on my cheek. I feel like the luckiest person alive right now.

And I hope it can stay this way forever.

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(End Chapter / Episode 3)

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melodious-madrigals · 4 years

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of communication and cats

Written as part of @wondertrevnet‘s Lock Out Bingo.

Fandom: Wonder Woman Pairing: Diana/Steve Prompt: texting Word Count: 2552 Rating: T Summary: Steve and Diana adopt a cat. Steve is exceptionally bad at texting. The two converge more often than you'd think. (Aka miscommunication, but like. Low stakes.) Mostly fluff. In-universe for lost love (sweeter when it’s finally found) which you can read here.

Find it below the cut or on AO3.

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Notes: not really a texting fic, just a very loose definition of "fulfilling" the prompt because it includes some texts, lol.

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Don't be mad, but says the preview on her push notification from Steve's latest message. Not exactly an auspicious start, given his propensity for doing reckless things.

Diana massages the spot between her eyebrows where tension headaches start, and decides she needs to just bite the bullet and look at the text. (It can't be too bad if he's still able to text about it, right?)

Swiping down, she taps on the message.

Don't be mad, it says, but I found this little one abandoned, and I was *going* to ask if we could keep it but then I fell in love. Sorry, no takebacksies, but I will let you help me name it.

Attached is a picture of a fluffy black kitten curled up against Steve's chest. The angle is funny—clearly an attempt at a one-handed selfie while also holding the kitten—but it's one of the most precious things Diana has ever seen. The kitten's tail is wrapped tight enough to be gently touching its own nose. It's so adorable that Diana thinks she might cry.

The message is a little over an hour old, and Diana goes to text back when more messages come through.

Vet says: It's a girl! 🎈

Then, She has a great big personality, with a photo attachment of the kitten—vet office clear in the background—looking extremely indignant at her current circumstances.

I look forward to meeting her, Diana types back.

When Diana gets home, she finds a veritable explosion of cat toys and products across their living room and kitchen. At the epicenter, on the couch, is Steve, asleep, with a tiny little ball of black fur tucked up under his chin. If Diana had previously had any reservations about their new kitten (she hadn't, really), they would have been erased upon seeing them like this.

She snaps a quick picture, and then goes into the kitchen, pulling out vegetables to start dicing for the evening meal.

Twenty minutes later, Steve wanders in, the kitten now cradled against his chest.

"She's about six weeks," says Steve. "Which is a little early, but the vet says that other than needing to be fed, she looks healthy. She didn't appreciate her first round of shots, but she did appreciate the salmon pâté slurry I gave her afterwards."

"Poor thing. She was abandoned?"

"I think so," says Steve. "I actually saw her yesterday, hiding in the same spot, but they say not to move kittens, you know? because sometimes the mother is just off hunting. But she was alone yesterday and crying, and she was doing the same when I passed by today, and I couldn't just leave her there."

"You did the right thing, Steve. So, about her name."

Steve looks away guiltily, and Diana just knows that he's already named the cat.

"The vet needed a name to start her file," Steve mumbles. "I thought Bast would be cute."

Diana purses her lips, trying not to smile. "She already has you worshipping her like a goddess; it fits." Then she breaks, and starts laughing. "I'm not mad, Steve! About the cat or the name."

Steve looks relieved, like he didn't really think this would be a fight, but wasn't sure. They've talked about getting a pet before, but have always decided against it because of how much they travel.

"I already talked to Aisha and Marguerite," he says, referring to the couple who lives across the hall. "They said that they would watch her when we go out of town, as long as they also get to play with her while she's still a kitten."

"That reminds me, we should have them over for dinner this weekend. Or next, if they aren't free."

Steve shakes his head. "Next weekend's bad. I've got a work thing Friday night, and we're going to the concert at the Madeleine on Saturday with the Giraudets."

Diana makes a little humming noise as she pulls several spice jars from the cabinet. "Am I coming to your work function?"

"Only if you want, but I'd love to have you. You can't hit Floyd, though."

Diana wrinkles her nose at the mention of his co-worker. "We can go out for late night kebab afterward," she decides. "As a reward for putting up with him."

"Génial," says Steve, at the same time that Bast wakes up and meows loudly. "Apparently we haven't been paying her enough attention."

"Hello, Bast," Diana says, and the kitten meows again.

"Here, take her; I'll finish supper," offers Steve.

The kitten squeaks as Steve transfers her, then settles into Diana's arms, looks up at her, and slowly closes her eyes and falls asleep again.

They're cat people now, apparently.

Bast, as it turns out, is a very affectionate cat. She wants to be held, constantly, and when she isn't being held, will toddle up to one of her people and scream until they finally do pick her up. She also likes sleeping tucked up under Steve's chin, which Diana finds absolutely hilarious because Steve is not—and has never been—a back sleeper, but now, more often than not, she finds him falling asleep on his back so as not to disturb Bast.

Bast is most definitely Steve's cat, but she likes Diana well enough. Often, she perches on Diana's left shoulder when she's working on her laptop, and peers at the screen like she's reading the artifact dossiers too.

Sometimes, if Diana is very lucky, Bast will curl up in her lap instead, nose still tucked into the curl of her tail, and purr. Most of the time, Bast perks up as soon as Steve gets home, and prances over to greet him with an affectionate headbutt.

"I see how it is," Diana says, one day, when Bast lifts her head at a sound outside the door that turns out not to be Steve, and Diana swears she looks disappointed. "You like him best."

Bast simply looks at Diana with her big round eyes and blinks once, which Diana suspects is cat for 'duh'.

"Oh, all right, I cannot blame you," Diana sighs, "I like him best too."

Bast presents her chin, and Diana obliges her with a scritch.

("That was a cat-kiss," Steve says later, of the blink, laughing. "Bast was basically telling you she loves and trusts you, and you thought it was sass.")

It's a perfectly ordinary day, and perfectly ordinary days are very easily ruined.

For the day in question, it's the We need to talk that shows up from Steve, causing Diana's nerves to go haywire. She really doesn't think they're fighting about anything, but 'we need to talk' is universally a bad thing, right? They're usually pretty good about handling their problems in constructive ways, and they're excellent at talking through things, but there's a certain permanent ominous quality to 'we need to talk' that fills her with dread.

But when Diana unlocks her phone, she finds: We need to talk about how adorable Bast is right now, along with a picture of the cat in question with her paws crossed over her eyes, and the tiniest tip of her tongue visible between her teeth, like she didn't quite pull it all the way in when she closed her mouth.

Diana laughs, shows the picture to her interns, and sends back She looks so angelic. Like she didn't start caterwauling at four a.m. this morning and wake me out of a dead sleep.

She's a cat, replies Steve. They're always perfect little angels, even when they're not.

"That cat has you wrapped around its paw," Diana says that afternoon, when she comes home to find Steve making a special meal for Bast. "That had better not be the hake I bought at the market this morning."

"Of course it isn't. I filleted that and have the rest cooking down in the stock." He tilts his head toward the lidded pot on the stove. "This is just a little treat for being three months old." He says the last bit to Bast in a slightly sing-song voice.

She loves this man, she really does.

Diana is having a very long day and thinking about Bruce Wayne in a rather uncharitable way. (He is, after all, the reason she had to extend her business trip to the States and is not currently home with her husband and their cat.) She's dirty and tired, and trying desperately not to be bitter about it, because she doesn't approve of feeling bitter about things, when her phone buzzes.

The setting it's on means that the text can only be from Steve, while everyone else is filtered out by 'do not disturb'. Checking her surroundings surreptitiously, she pulls out her phone.

Diana help I'm dying reads the preview and Diana's heart drops into her stomach, body immediately prepping for a supersonic flight and going into panic mode because she's too far away, an hour or two at least from whatever Steve has gotten himself into now—

Diana help I'm dying at how fricking cute Bast is and I need you to be too, Steve has written. I can't even. Underneath is a minute long video of Bast, and Diana nearly hurls her phone across the room before the relief takes over. She almost throws up as she comes down from the adrenaline spike, too.

After a couple of deep breaths, Diana hits the dial button, and Steve picks up on the first ring, right as rain.

"Did you watch it? Isn't she just the best?" he exclaims.

"You need to work on how you start your texts, Steve," she says instead of answering. "Do you know how it popped up on my phone? 'Diana help I'm dying.'"

Steve sucks in a breath sharply enough that it's audible even across the tinny connection. "Oh, Gods. I'm so sorry, Diana."

Between his contrition and the fact that he's clearly okay, Diana feels her anger evaporate. She can't count the number of times that Barry—just for example—has used 'I'm dying' or 'DEAD' or 'deceased' to indicate various emotions that are not death-based. It's only normal that Steve would pick it up.

"No, I also overreacted," she admits. "I have not slept properly in two days and was not really thinking."

"I'll still work on it," Steve promises. "Seriously, watch the video; she's such a weirdo. It'll make your day better."

"Okay, I will."

"Hey, are you okay? Do you want to talk?"

"I am just ready to be home," Diana says. "I really shouldn't talk now, but hopefully I will be home before morning."

"Okay, Angel. Love you."

"Love you too."

The call disconnects, and then Diana hits play on the video. It's shot in their kitchen, and it's dark enough out that Steve has the overhead light on. Bast is in the middle of the floor, spinning in circles chasing her tail, or maybe the shadow of her tail, Diana can't quite tell. She suppresses a laugh as Bast starts spinning the other way. Dammit, Steve's right. She really is cute.

Day brightened, Diana taps out. Give her a kiss for me, we both know how much she loves those.

Two minutes later, a photo pops through of a very disgruntled looking Bast with the caption 'post-kiss', and Diana squashes down another laugh.

She's home by one in the morning, their time, and only has to move Bast a little bit to climb into bed next to Steve.

One of the reasons Diana was originally hesitant to get a cat was how much they both travel for work, and this month has been absolutely non-stop for her. In the past three weeks, it feels like she's only been home about three days. Fortunately, this is her last trip for another month (or at least, her last scheduled trip; JL business has a nasty way of popping up at inconvenient times), and Steve's job has been largely quiet on the travel front, lately.

She's got one more day to get through, and then it's just her normal job. She might even take a personal day or two.

She's just about to go into another meeting when her phone buzzes. Urgent! Read me NOW says the preview of Steve's message, and Diana immediately thumbs open her lockscreen, pausing before she enters the room, just in case she needs to dart back out.

We love you! ♥️💕 reads the rest of the message, and underneath is an attached photo of Steve and Bast. He's holding her up so that their faces are pressed together, and Bast has decided to be a perfect angel for Steve, looking directly into the camera. Diana swears she's even smizing next to Steve's own grin.

I know we talked about this, says another message that pops up while she's looking at the picture, but we wanted to make sure you saw that right away.

And then, We miss you.

A smile inches its way across her lips, and she sends back a quick selfie with a cat ears filter and a miss you too scrawled along the bottom before ducking back into the meeting.

It's Bast who hears her first, because when she opens the apartment door, Bast is sitting squarely in front of it. She lets out an indignant yowl, and then puts her front paws up on Diana's legs, asking to be picked up.

Diana shoves her suitcase inside the door, closes it, and obliges, and Bast settles in against her chest.

"She's clearly forsaken me," says Steve, who's just come out of the bedroom. "Hey you," he adds, leaning in over Bast to give her a kiss.

"Give it five minutes," Diana replies, because even though the cat looks comfortable now, her moods are mercurial.

"Mmm," Steve hums, clearly in agreement. "Hey, before I forget: can I see your phone?"

She shifts Bast (who looks up at her reproachfully) so that she can free a hand and pull her phone out of her pocket to give to Steve.

"I've been fiddling with mine, and I figured out how to turn the preview off of the push notification," he says.

Diana lets out a startled laugh. "That's probably a more secure setting anyways," she says. "Go ahead. I look forward to the moment when every third text from you will no longer induce panic."

"The future is now," Steve deadpans, and Diana has to set an affronted Bast down so that she can give Steve a proper hug, because she's glad to be home.

The next morning, Diana sneaks out early to their favorite boulangerie for a couple of pain aux raisins. She's in line when her phone pings.

Swiping it open, she taps on the notification and sees (in full, this time, thankfully): Mayday, mayday, mayday, the cat has taken your spot. There's Bast—stretched out so long across the bed that it almost looks like someone put her on a medieval torture rack—looking very pleased with herself because she's taken up the entire half of the bed that is Diana's.

A small smile creeps over her face as she steps forward to order. She's got a spot to reclaim, a cat to snuggle, and a husband to kiss good morning; she hasn't got any time to waste.

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝misunderstanding dramas.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

「Bakugou goes to his S/O's dorm to talk to her but overhears her talking with another boy and they’re having a really romantic/flirty conversation and he leaves thinking she’s cheating on him. When in reality, they were just practicing for a drama.」

A bit of angst?

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Dormitories are suddenly a trend now, at least, in Bakugou's opinion. With the rise of villains, the schools decided to take it upon themselves and establish their own dorms so students don't have to go far to reach school. The dorms always contained the facilities you could possibly ask for. Bakugou never complained about being in the dorms, he was given the privilege of owning his own room. One thing that's annoying the distance between his dorm and your own. The two of you lived in the same neighborhood and never had any problems when it came to meeting up. But now, your parents had sent you off to the school dorms, stating that it will be easier for you.

It was true though. The dorms were just minutes away from the main building, no need to worry about transportation fees. You often complained about how far you were from him but Bakugou knew that this was for the best.

After another long day, Bakugou wanted nothing more than to just lay down and do absolutely nothing. As soon as he reached the dorms, he showered and made himself dinner. His muscles ached and begged for rest, especially the ones on his arms. Pushing himself a bit too far caused it, he was prepared for it but he didn't expect to feel like he was run over by a truck or something.The moment he reached his bed, his phone rang which he responded with an annoyed huff.

"What?" he said without looking at the caller ID. He didn't care who it was, he was just too tired from training and school work. Bakugou heard an all too familiar giggle from the other line.

"Is this how you greet me, Katsuki?" you asked, leaning against your bed as you gazed at the ceiling.

"Tch, what do you want?"

"Wanna come over this Saturday after your classes? I have some drama practice with a friend so I will be in the dorms the entire day. You're free after lunch time right?" you questioned. Bakugou had to admit that it has been a long time since the two of you saw each other. He had been busy with his own studies and all that and you were no different. As you laid in bed, you waited for his response.

"Hah? Why would I waste my time visiting your sorry ass?" the ash blonde replied. You let out a whine at his tone, frowning slightly as you sunk further into your bed.

"Then, I guess we won't be seeing each other until next month....." you sighed exasperatedly, closing your eyes a bit. On the other line, Bakugou rose a brow after hearing your tone. He might be ignorant to most things but hearing your change of tone. He'd rather fucking die than admit that he's actually worried.

"What?" was all you heard from him. Even though it was a Bakugou-like response, you can tell that you've caught his interest.

"We have a study trip this Monday and we'll be at Miyagi for a week and right after that, I have a big play so I will be very busy....." you said with a small hum. Bakugou blinked a few times, rubbing his temples in annoyance. It wasn't as if he didn't want to see you, in fact, he really wants to see you especially after such a tiring week. He wants fucking cuddles, that's what he concluded.

"Fine. You better be at your dorms tomorrow after 2."

"Yay! Thank you!"

"Tch, whatever. It's not like I have anything to do anyway. Besides, I don't want you being all sad and shit." Bakugou muttered the last part to himself, cheeks turning red from embarrassment. Though it was annoying to say stupid cheesy stuff like that, it was more annoying if you hated him. He couldn't imagine a day not talking to you. Bakugou genuinely loves you after all.

"By the way, Katsuki....."

"What is it now?"

"I was lying about the study trip. I'm actually very free."

"You.....!"

"Goodbye, Katsuki! Text me before you sleep, love you, my cute firecracker!"

It's quite funny to say that he still loves you even after messing around with him to this extent.

"Where are you going, Bakugou?" Kirishima who was seated at the couch questioned as Bakugou walked through with his shoes in hand.

"None of your fucking business." the ash-blonde replied in response.

"Probably to visit his imaginary girlfriend." Kaminari teased. His classmates who claimed to be his best buds―Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero, have caught him texting to you one day and teased about talking with his girlfriend. And Bakugou, being Bakugou, just casually mentioned that he was―as a matter of fact―texting his girlfriend aka you.

Of course, the three so-called friends of his did not believe what Bakugou had said and demanded evidence. He replied harshly like usual, stating why he would go through all that trouble. So, the three boys teased the ash blonde for having an imaginary girlfriend. Sometimes it got on his nerves and was tempted to bring you over for proof so they could just shut up. However, there was no reason for him to involve you in his mess anyway. The moment he finished putting on his shoes, Bakugou shoved in his phone into his pocket and lightly glared at Kaminari.

"Shut the fuck up, Dunceface." With that, he left the dorm and Kaminari let out a small sigh.

"I wonder what he's actually going." the blonde muttered.

Bakugou took the usual route to your dorms. It's not a complicated route, just a bit far from the UA dorms. As he rode the train, he watched the moving scenery, thinking about what you were doing. He did remember you saying you had some sort of practice but not sure what kind you were talking about. Unlike himself who enrolled into UA with the objective of wanting to be a hero, you chose something completely different. The world of entertainment always never failed to make your day and you want to brighten up someone's day with a song or a play. It's not like you don't have a combat-type quirk, in fact, people told you that your quirk can be used to save people. But of course, it's your life and the path you choose is in your hands.

Stepping off the platform and making his way out the station, Bakugou set out to your dorm. He pulled out his phone and left you a message, not bothering to wait for a response. Much to his surprise, his phone didn't vibrate in his pocket and there were no notifications from you either. Your dorm was already within his view and you hadn't responded, Bakugou huffed and began to walk a bit faster. 'Fricking idiot telling me to come and not reply her damn phone!' he muttered.

He got through the security with ease, stating his business and all that before walking to the dorms. Some of the residents recognized him and told him that you were in your room doing something. The moment he reached your room, he took in a deep breath as if readying himself for scolding you.

"Stop saying such embarrassing things." he heard your voice. Bakugou stopped when he heard another voice coming from your room. He leaned closer until the voices were much clearer. Thanks to the small gap from your door, he was able to hear your conversation.

"It's not embarrassing, it's just a fact." he heard a male's voice. Who were you talking to? He thought you were busy practicing.

"You're making me blush..... you probably say call other girls beautiful too. So I'm just one of the very many you've complimented." you replied.

"No, I don't just compliment any girls. You're an exception. You're smart, beautiful and kind. Everything I want in my girl. That's why I asked you out." the other occupant chuckled. Bakugou's eyes widened in surprise.

Was he a joke to you? Was your entire relationship just a fucking pass time for you? Bakugou couldn't believe that you were capable of doing such things behind his back. He never pegged you to be the type to cheat on him. It was annoying more than it hurt but the ache in his chest made him want to yell at whoever the guy in your room was and tell him to back the fuck off from his girl. But all he could do was just leave hall angry, not even bothering to barge in and demand answers from you. Why did you cheat on him? Did you get sick of him? Or did you finally decide that he didn't give you enough love?

Bakugou gritted his teeth angrily and he brushed past your classmates who cowered under his angry gaze as he made his way out of the dorms. Why didn't you just break up with him if you were sick of him? Then again, would he want such a thing? Bakugou valued his relationship with you but he never showed it. Maybe it was because of that you decided to get someone who would probably express their love? The sound of your laughter reverberated inside his head and he could imagine you smiling and laughter with another guy. It was frustrating, was he not the type to be in a relationship? Was he not doing enough for you?

"He's late....." you mumbled, laying down on your bed. There was nothing much to do and you've been waiting for Bakugou to come. He was never late and always on time. What if he got into trouble or some sort of accident? Worried, you grabbed your phone and dialed his number. The phone continued ringing and suddenly you were cut off. That's odd. Bakugou never rejects your calls. You grabbed a jacket and put it over your t-shirt, grabbed your wallet and keys before going out.

"Oh? You're back already? That's fast." Kirishima looked over to his shoulder to see Bakugou walking towards the elevator.

"That's none of your fucking business."

You reached the UA dorms in about half an hour because of the complicated routes that caused you to stray off from the right path. Since UA had been attacked by villains a couple of times, you had to go through a security check for a while. When you finally managed to get through, the sun was almost setting. Searching for Class 1-A's dorms wasn't easy either so it took longer than you expected to reach there. As you pushed open the doors, you were greeted with the sound of student laughing over something, engaged in some sort of conversation. You stepped inside, letting go of the door as you thought of what to say.

A small squeak left your lips when the door behind shut itself. Upon hearing the loud noise, everyone turned their attention towards you. The tension was thick as the students of Class 1-A looked at you, wondering who you were.

"Ah.....um, I'm looking for Katsuki―er, Bakugou? Is he here?" you questioned.

"Are you sure you're looking for Bakugou?" a blonde haired male questioned in disbelief, eyes wide in surprise. You tilted your head, nodded slightly.

"Yes. Is he here?" you asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable as everyone gazed at you as if you grew another head.

"Just take the elevator to the fourth floor. It's the one near the end with his name on the door." you heard a smooth voice pointed out. Your eyes landed on a bi-colored haired male who was standing by the counter of the kitchen holding a mug of coffee. You bowed, stuttering a thank you before jogging towards the elevator.

"Eh? What? Eh!?" Kaminari's mouth fell open in shock and was unable to form a proper sentence.

"Did you just witness that and find it hard to believe because I did! Bakugou has a girlfriend!? Unbelievable!" the blonde screeched, ruffling his hair and turning towards Kirishima and Sero who were equally surprised.

"Holy shit, he wasn't lying." was all Sero managed to say.

"And he managed to get himself a really cute one! The way her shorts hugged her waist and―Ack!" Mineta cried out in pain.

"Perving on someone's girlfriend isn't manly, dude."

A few knocks on Bakugou's door caused him to stir awake from his slumber. He hadn't realize he had fallen asleep but remembering why he was in bed in the first place made him groan. He was thinking about his revelation related to you, a bit too much. Maybe telling whoever was knocking on the door to fuck off and leave him alone would do him some good. When he opened his door, he didn't expect the source of his problems standing right in front of him.

"Why are you here?"

"Why am I here? It's because you didn't come and didn't respond to my calls! I was worried you know."

"Tch, just mind your own business and leave me alone." Bakugou grumbled and sat on his bed while you stood at the doorway, closing the door behind you.

"Katsuki.....Is there something wrong?" you asked cautiously. Your boyfriend tends to bottle up his own feelings, making it hard for you to deduce what he was going through. It was troublesome, yes. However, you loved him too much that such a trait posed no threat to your relationship.

"You're what's wrong, acting all innocent like that. Did you fucking believe for a second that I wouldn't find out!?" Bakugou snapped at you. It was rare that he flipped out on you. His eyes were filled with different emotions, there was anger, frustration, betrayal and a hint of sadness. You had no idea what he was talking about but with the way he was looking at you, all you wanted to do was apologize.

"Katsu, what are you talking about?" you tried staying calm to not add more fuel into the fire.

"Fucking pulling that innocent shit on me again when you fucking know that you're cheating on me. Am I a fucking joke to you?" Bakugou questioned angrily. You opened your mouth to protest but the male spoke before you could do so. He let out everything he had been bottling inside without giving you a chance to say anything. But just from listening to him, you couldn't believe that he thought you were cheating on him.

"Why the fuck did you even get into a relationship with me if you already had someone else!?"

"Katsuki, I'm not cheating on you!" you said it in a loud voice that he had never heard before.

"Don't fucking lie to me! I saw it with my own fucking eyes! Being all romantic with that shitty guy in your room calling you his girl or some shit like that! You're a fucking cheater, don't you fucking talk to me ever again!" he yelled at you. Before you knew it, you threw a punch right at his face. It wasn't strong, considering you have never done anything physical before but it managed to catch him off guard. He rubbed his cheek and turned to glare at you angrily but all the words got caught up in his throat when he saw you crying.

Tears streamed down your face and your nose was turning red from all that sniffling. You didn't even bother wiping your tears away and let them fall down on the ground.

"I told you I was practicing for a drama! I guess you were to busy not giving a fuck to listen! Do you not trust me when I said I love you.....?" your voice wavered in the end. You pulled out your phone and swiped through a few things before shoving it towards him.

"I was practicing for a drama and you out of all people should know how important it is to me! I guess our relationship is nothing if you don't even trust me. When was the last time you even told me you love me anyways?" you mumbled before turning around and leaving his room. Bakugou slowly looked at your phone, realizing that you had given him your script for the drama you will be performing in your school. He went through a few parts and saw the exact dialogue you were saying in your own room earlier that day.

How could he just jump into conclusions without confronting you? All those things you said were true. He was behaving as if he didn't trust you. He never actually voiced out how much he loved you, thinking that he was expressing it enough in his own way. Bakugou dropped your phone and rushed out of his room to see you slowly trudging towards the elevator.

"Wait!" he called out.

"[First Name]!" Bakugou seized your wrists and pinned you against the wall. He studied your face for a while. You avoided his gaze and looked down to the ground, tear stains visible on your cheeks as you sniffled lightly.

"Fuck, I can't expect you to forgive me. But I need to tell you how fucking sorry I am. Sorry for not believing you, sorry for not listening, sorry for doubting you and fuck.....sorry that I don't say that I love you." Bakugou's head was now facing downwards, too ashamed to meet your eyes. You slowly looked up, getting a glimpse of his eyes, noting how he was so close to crying. You knew how much he struggled voicing his feelings, to see him in such a vulnerable state pained you.

"Katsuki....."

"Don't fucking leave me, [First Name]. I love you. I love you so goddamn much." his grip around your wrist was stong but it was trembling. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his back and rubbing it in a motherly manner.

"It's okay. I forgive you. It's just a misunderstanding.....It happens in relationships." you managed to smile a bit, patting his back like how a mother would do with her own child. He buried his face onto your neck, wrapping his arms around you tightly as if you'd disappear any second.

You weren't sure how long the two of you had been standing there but it was starting to get a bit awkward. Lucky for you, not one went to check up on Bakugou and if they did come, he could just yell and tell them to fuck off or something. It was starting to get a bit late too, it would take some time for you to get back to your dorms.

"Katsuki.....it's late, I gotta go back." you mumbled softly into his ear. The male grunted against your neck and refused to budge, in fact, his grip got a bit tighter but not till it felt like you were suffocating.

"Katsu, you gotta let go."

"Shut the fuck up. I'm not letting go." he growled lightly.

"But I gotta go home before it gets too late, you know." you pouted.

"Just stay here." he grumbled.

"Don't be unreasonable, Katsuki. I don't think they'll agree to having an outsider like me stay here. Where am I gonna stay anyway?" you said. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, carrying you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Katsuki!" you squeaked in embarrassment, hands grabbing at the back of his shirt as he began walking towards his room. You covered your eyes out of embarrassment and felt Bakugou set you down on his bed. The ash blonde crawled in next to you on his bed.

"Just stay here." he said, slinging an arm over your body and shifting closer. You sighed, giving him a small smile as you kissed his cheek.

"Fine. But you're taking full responsibility of me." you huffed at him. This side of him was rather cute but annoying at the same time. You never thought he would be the clingy type. Normally, you would be the one to initiate all these cheesy shit — as Bakugou always said. But how could you just deny him when he was being so cute?

Total: 3344 words Published: 31.08.2019

So, I tried to use my phone to type this whole scenario and it was hell. At least to me, it felt like hell. I had been sick so my nose was extremely stuffy when I typed this. So that probably resulted in this angsty piece of work! Apologies for not making it fluffy but at least the ending was nice?? Please don't hit me ― author Hibiki/Lou

Completely shocked by the amount of red squiggly lines present in this request Lou had typed. Lou + phone = no order and two times the typos. She works faster though? Maybe it's because there are no distractions? Anyway, thank you for requesting, sorry that this turned out to be angsty.....― author Natsuki

Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos.

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calisotadreamin · 5 years

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The strange case of Gottfried Helnwein, duck fan.

Helnwein with Carl barks in 1992.

Gottfried Helnwein is an Austrian artist born in 1948, working in several mediums, but perhaps primarily known as a painter. He does a lot of dark and provocative stuff. I’m not his biggest fan, but some of it appeals to me emotionally. He can be disturbing and weird in a way that I enjoy.

And despite being a major provocateur, who prefers his bourgeoisie thoroughly epatered, he is also a fan of Donald Duck and Carl Barks, which I why want to talk about him on this blog. He is one of the strangest and therefore one of the most interesting creators who have been inspired by the works of Carl Barks.

I’m going to show off some of his paintings in this post, so the rest of it is under a cut. There are none of his gory stuff, but his paintings can be very unnerving even without that. Also, this turned out be a long post.

Perhaps Helnwein’s most famous painting is the grotesque self-portrait that was used as an album cover by the band Scorpions:

But the ducks also slip into his art, as in this painting, titled American Prayer (2000)

He also paints the creepiest Mickey ever, in the form of fricking huge wall paintings:

Remember to think about this painting before you go to sleep tonight, it will bring nice dreams.

And it is this disturbing quality that I think saves Helnwein’s paintings from becoming Kinkade-like kitsch. They’re works that don’t provide obvious answers to what they’re about and can provoke difficult emotions. The use of religious imagery in American Prayer is probably offensive to lots of people. Many of his paintings combine Christian and Nazi imagery, which is even more disturbing. Of course, I have my reservations. Provocation can still be without artistic merit and cross the line into edgy nonsense. And I’m not quite sure which side of line some of Helnwein’s works are.

But we are here to talk about ducks and he wrote extensively about his love of Donald Duck in an essay called “Memories of Duckburg” On his website you can find it in an English translation linked above and also the original German text. It is a strange read that reveals Helnwein’s weird view of the subject that few will completely agree with. I have some strong disagreements myself. Especially his valorization of Walt Disney, who did a lot of bad things, even if I somewhat share his respect for the visionary qualities of Disney’s work.

But it is a moving text in many ways, especially his story of growing up in war-torn Vienna and finding solace in the colourful world of Donald Duck comics.

For him it was an an “alien world in whose merciless embrace I was now caught... Opening my first Donald Duck comic book felt like seeing the daylight again for someone who had been trapped underground by a mine-disaster for many days.“

It was not a uncommon experience for children growing up in a Europe still deeply scarred by the war. Donald Duck comics often played a comforting role in such an environment. And it has continued to do so for later generations. There are so many, including me, who found refuge from a difficult childhood in Duckburg.

And I think that is what not only Helnwein’s essay but also his art touches upon. In his works, a frequent theme is the innocence of children, or rather the betrayal of that innocence, often by violence and war. Horrific images of children with blood on them or in a soldier’s uniform. And his quietly disturbing images of children’s comics characters like Donald and Micky are ultimately expressions of that very theme.

Of course, I’m not sure what those paintings say, which raises doubts about their value. Is it just meaningless provocations?. But art doesn’t need to say anything definite to be meaningful. As Helnwein’s put it himself: “My art is not the answer, it is rather a question “

In The Heat of the Night, 2000

#gottfried helnwein

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searchforthescars · 6 years

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Um if you want to write in little beast verse about Murphy telling Raven he's gonna propose and then have shipper!raven freak out, and like go ring shopping with him or smth (and either be very helpful or extremely unhelpful)...I would read it

Good thing you’d read it bc I wrote it :)))))

Enjoy the heck out of this!

When Raven gets a text from Murphy instructing her to meet him at the diner, her heart nearly jumps out of her chest, mostly because she already knows what this is about.

“You can’t be sure!” Monty shouts from the lab’s tiny kitchen, the only spot in the entire building that food can safely be consumed. “Maybe it’s about something else.”

“It’s not,” Raven says, positively giddy. “I know it! It’s finally time!”

Monty rolls his eyes affectionately, throwing a roll of paper towels at her as she hustles out the door.

When she makes it to the diner, she’s delighted to see both Murphy’s car and Zeke’s shitty bike parked near the front door. Good. She can kill two birds with one stone: disconcert the new mechanic in town and screw with her best friend.

When the little bell over the door rings, Raven sees Zeke’s eyes widen and his cheeks turn a little pink. Yes. Good.

“Morning, Raven,” Octavia says from the corner booth, waving. “Who are you terrorizing today?”

“Sometimes I come here for food, you know,” Raven replies.

“Today is not one of those days, I assume,” Zeke says. “You wear a distinct expression when you’re hungry, and you don’t have that face on today.”

Raven’s original plan to screw with Zeke flies out the window in the face of his strangely-perceptive observation. She blinks at him for a couple minutes, then turns to the counter.

“You two are disgusting,” she informs Murphy as he leans over to peck Emori on the lips. “People eat here.”

Murphy rolls his eyes. Emori gives Raven the middle finger.

“You’re going to the lab, right?” Raven asks her newest employee. When Emori nods, Raven gives her a thumbs-up. “Just a note, Monty’s up to his no-explosives-at-the-desks bullshit again, so whatever you do, don’t open my bottom drawer.”

“Noted.” Emori gives Murphy a little wave goodbye. Raven starts snickering as Murphy watches her walk away.

“You’re shameless, J,” she tells him, hopping up on a counter stool.

He shrugs. “She’s cute. Sue me.”

“Cute,” Raven mocks. “What is this, high school?”

“Are you going to mock me, or help me?”

“Preferably, both,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows. “Now, are you going to ask me what I think you’re going to ask me?”

“I want to propose to-” Murphy’s whisper is cut off by a loud yelp of joy from Raven. “Damn, would you let me finish?”

“I knew it!” Raven crows. “I knew it!”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, shut up,” Murphy grumbles. “Listen-”

“You’re finally proposing!” Raven squeals, then sobers. “Okay. I’m ready. Talk.”

Murphy sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I need help finding a ring.” When Raven’s grin widens, he points at her. “Chill, Reyes. I want something small, something that fits her.”

Raven’s grin fades only slightly as the gravity of the situation settles over her. “Got it,” she nods. “But, J, she doesn’t exactly have a left ring finger.”

Murphy’s brow furrows. “I know. And I don’t want to make her feel bad about her hand. She’s gotten way better about it and I don’t want to fuck that up.”

Raven wishes that Finn would have taught her some metalworking. That might have come in handy right about now. “You could get one and put it on a chain,” she suggests. “She could wear it around her neck instead of on her hand.”

“Would you do that?” Murphy asks, and Raven has an epiphany that makes her feel way better about the whole situation.

“Yeah, actually. She’d have to take a ring off at the lab, anyway. This way, she doesn’t have to.”

The relief in Murphy’s eyes is palpable. “Okay.” He sighs. “You’re still helping me pick one, you know.”

Raven nearly hops in her seat with excitement. “Obviously. You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

“Where does Emori think you are, anyway?” Raven asks Murphy as they cruise out of town in her newly-rebuilt SUV, the crisp fall air flowing in through the open windows.

“She knows I’m going out with you,” he says, reaching for his phone and thumbing through his camera roll. “She didn’t ask; she figures it’s just best friend stuff.”

“Nah,” Raven grins. “It’s best man stuff.” She turns to look at him. “I am your best man, right?”

“Eyes on the road!” Murphy yelps. Once Raven turns away, he answers, “Yeah, obviously. Who else would it be if she says yes?”

“If?” Mercifully, she doesn’t look away from the highway again, but Murphy can see the incredulous expression written all over her face. “You’re an idiot, J.” She says it with love. “Of course she’ll say yes. You’ve been dating and living together for years.”

“I know,” Murphy says, anxiety boiling in his stomach. He has a suspicion that emotion would come to make a home there over the next couple months. “I just… What if she doesn’t want commitment?”

“Oh, she does.” Raven nods sagely. “I’m her friend, too, you know.” She raises a finger. “And don’t ask me to be a double agent. No fricking way.”

Murphy laughs. “Wasn’t going to.”

“Seriously, though.” Raven’s voice goes soft. “She really loves you, J. She wants to spend the rest of her life with you. The ring, the wedding and everything else is just an affirmation of that.”

“Hey,” Murphy says, half-joking, “want to write my vows for me? That’s some good shit.”

Raven snorts. “Hell no. You’re doing all that yourself. I have to focus on my best man toast. After all, it is my duty to roast you to kingdom come. And I’ve got a lot of material.”

Ring shopping with Raven wasn’t nearly as horrible as Murphy anticipated. Her commentary may be sarcastic, but he’s surprised to find that she’s actually pretty good at this. She knows what Emori likes well enough, he supposes, and she has an eye for the pretty and practical that he doesn’t.

“That’s nice,” she says, pointing to a thin silver band with a rope-like pattern weaving around it. “That’d look pretty around a chain.”

“It’s too shiny,” Murphy argues.

“J. Honey.” Raven shakes her head. “It has to have a little bit of shine. So it catches the light and people see it, you know? Even Emori will want to show it off.”

“Did you find what you’re looking for?”

Murphy looks up at the saleswoman. “Not yet. I’m trying to find an engagement ring for my girlfriend, but I want to put it on a chain since she can’t wear rings.”

The saleswoman thinks for a moment, then reaches for a small tray under the glass cases. “This is one of our engravable pieces,” she says, putting forth a small, gold band with three tiny diamonds inlaid in the center. “You could put an inscription on the inside of the band; she would be able to see it from where it hangs. It’s a little shiny, so she’d still have something to show off, like your friend said.”

Murphy turns it over in his hand, elbowing Raven in the side when she shares a conspiratorial grin with the saleswoman. He imagines it on a chain, resting against Emori’s skin, shimmering there. He imagines her playing with it while she talks, works, or thinks.

“Do you know what you’d put on the inside?” Raven asks softly.

All of a sudden, it comes to him: her words, whispered against his skin the night he fell in love with her. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

This was the ring. He was sure of it.

He holds the blue box carefully in his hands on the drive home. Next to him, Raven is practically vibrating with excitement.

“You’re getting engaged!” she shouts for the third time. “I can’t believe it! My little J is all grown up!”

“Shut up, Raven,” he says, but he’s laughing too, but mostly out of nerves. He’s going to do it. He’s going to ask her to marry him.

Holy shit.

“When are you going to do it?” Raven asks.

“Christmas.”

“You’re making me wait that long?!” Raven sighs dramatically. “That’s months away.”

“Only three. Calm down.” Murphy fiddles with the box. “I want all our friends there, but I don’t want to make it a thing. Just...make sure I get her name at the annual friend group gift exchange.”

Raven nods, sagely. “Consider it done.” She grins. “It’s part of being a best man.”

Murphy groans. “What are you going to do if Emori wants you as her maid of honor?”

“You picked me first,” Raven says. “She’ll have to make do with...Bellamy, or someone.”

Murphy can’t help but cringe. Raven cackles.

“What’s got you so excited?” Emori asks him that night as they make dinner. She’s at the sink, washing celery, and he’s spooning their soup into bowls. He made it out of rice, chicken and leftover pumpkin from the diner. They’re the only two out of everyone Murphy knows that like that concoction.

“Nothing,” Murphy says, reaching over to turn up the radio. They both like this song. “Just happy.”

Emori quirks an eyebrow at him. “You? Happy?” She gives him a teasing smile. “Something must be wrong.”

Murphy reaches for her left hand, leading her to duck under his arm in a slow twirl. “Just dance with me,” he says, spinning her again. Her feet shuffle clumsily on the tile before catching on the rhythm of the song.

“You know,” she murmurs, inching forward to rest her head on his chest. “I hope we get to live like this forever. You and me.”

Murphy kisses the top of her head and rests his chin there. “That’s the plan.”

She sighs happily. “Sure is.”

He thinks about the small box hidden inside one of his winter boots on the top shelf of his closet, that little thing that holds a small gold ring with six words printed in small script.

Thank you for saving my life.

He can’t wait to give it to her.

#little beast #memori #bombshellsandbluebells #maskingtapepoetree #thank u for waiting for this katie #i hope it was worth it <3 #sarcasticdebate

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badassxbirdy · 7 months

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March Activity Update - Pinned Post

It’s time once again for an activity update! If you’re new here: these posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brainfog strikes. This one includes posts and drafts for January and February. Everything else can be found in previous updates under this tag. There’s also the full thread tracker here.

The full activity update (along with OOC house keeping) is below the cut. Bold text = links.

If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, there are opens and memes, or you can just hit up the DM’s. You can also add Ty on Wire for IC texting.

Now onto the update!

Housekeeping

My beloved Rookito has set up a gofundme. Please go and take a look!

New year, new avatar. Thanks to all who voted in the poll.

Thank you for the lovely birthday messages and pet pics! ❤️

I scored a cheap laptop in the boxing day sales! 🥳 As well as it making a lot of things in my life generally easier, I’ll now have proper access for those months I spend away from home.

I’m so still getting notifications for old tags instead of getting newer ones. See this post. If you tag me in a thing, please also DM it.

I've made some changes to the guidlines page, primarily about FC's. Please take a look, or see this post.

Still figuring out meds and other treatment, and still dealing with some intense irl responsibilities, so thread replies will happen when they happen. I’m trying to put less pressure on myself, but as an anxious human and chronic people pleaser it’s a struggle. 😂

Threads, replies, and other IC interactions:

(In alphabetical order by username)

@astormymind

Library ghost with Finn (queued)

@beastbitten

Awkward first meeting is awkward. (link)

@demonstigma

Threatening speech workshop? 😂 (link)

@demcnsinmymind

At the motel (link)

Now kisth! (queued)

Taking Lance on a hunt (queued)

Azzy proves a point (queued)

Doing Lance’s hair (queued)

An unwanted visitor, and Ty finds out the boy has powers (queued)

Car trouble (queued)

@derschwarzeengel

Vampire Damon (link)

Damon actually talks about his trauma! 😱 (link)

Sick Tyler = sulking Tyler (link)

Judging 50 shades (link)

“She’s a ghost AND a bitch!” (link)

@destroyerscved

Magical bean juice (link)

@discipulusmaleficus

Abandoned house (link)

@florafound

Important hot sauce discussions (link)

@hvbris

Tyler really said 👁️👄👁️ at Wednesday (link)

Tyler meets Hook (queued)

An appointment with Dr. Soliman (queued)

@imprvdente

FBI!Fish and human!Ty at the motel (link)

@innerwar

Jokes with charm (link)

Attempting to babysit Jude/the Doctor (link)

@kxllerblond

Attempted bribery (link)

@loyaltyguided

Birthday cuteness! (link)

@magaprima

Demon problems (link)

Demon problems part 2: electric boogaloo (queued)

@nightiingaled

The return of Moros (link) (link) (link) and (link)

Injured Killian (link)

Proteus is baby (link)

@pantslessoptimism

dumbass teens and canniball ghosts (link)

@thatslayer

Ty and Faith both say 😠 (link)

@vyrulent

Ty meets Orobus Jones! (link)

Headcanon, dash games, and assorted silliness:

How adorable are you? (link)

Thread commentaries (link)

Tag! - TyMel mischief (link)

What does love feel like to you? (link)

I think that’s everything! I may actually be up to date for once??? This hasn't happened in around a century, I'm in shock. As always: please let me know if I’ve missed something. I never intentionally drop threads without notifying, rest assured that if it’s not here I am either having a brain fart or I simply have not seen it. Remember to be kind to yourselves, and stay safe! ❤️ — Em

#activity update #pinned post

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alien-bodies · 7 years

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Oversharing Time!!!

(i just made that title up that’s not the official title I’m just Like That)

Ok so @frogyell tagged my main account (I am BLEST) but that’s for Refined Star Trek Content and this one’s for excellent moodboard content and garbage so here’s the garbage!!! I’m putting it under a cut bc it manipulates your brain to want to read through 85 fuckin facts about me more wow I love science

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

1. last drink: Water! off to a great start

2. last phone call: my local Hot Topic. I feel like I should also mention I work there. But if you don’t know that and steal my phone you’ll see I have a contact named Hot Topic

3. last text message: Google sent me a verification code, but the last one I sent was to my brother it says “k”

4. last song you listened to: It’s called The Horror Of Your Love by Ludo, if I had to delete all but one song on my 121-song Best Enemies playlist I’d keep this one it’s Peak and kinda has vore but it’s metaphorical. metavoreical, if you will

5. time you cried: during my latest EMDR sesh! I was in Wales and everything it was a Lot I got ice cream after

6. dated someone twice? Big No

7. kissed someone and regretted it? Not really?

8. been cheated on? my ex had 16 anime dating sims downloaded at one point while we were dating does that count

9. lost someone special? yea

10. been depressed? hella

11. gotten drunk and thrown up? I’ve been drunk 1 time and it was when I was playing English handbells at my dad’s church’s wassail night but I did not throw up no

fave colors

12. Black

13. Lavendar

14. Light blue

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends? Hell Yell!!

16. fallen out of love? k i n d a ? ?

17. laughed until you cried? oh absolutely

18. found out someone was talking about you? OH BOY YUP YUP

19. met someone who changed you? yes! she managed to physically alter my hippocampus without touching it how fuckign whack is that

20. found out who your friends are? It’s always the same miraculous group chat

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list? sure have

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl? I keep it nice and refined so all of them. My old account is another story

23. do you have any pets? one beautiful and talented cat named Moriarty. A good description is she’s got puppy software on cat hardware.

24. do you want to change your name? listen I’ve been through 4.5 of these fuckers, I like Nate, I’m Quite Finished

25. what did you do for your last birthday? invited 2 pals over, I remember one of them suddenly whipped out I Am The Doctor and the Dr Who theme on the piano out of fuckin nowhere and I was like “Daniel what the hell you’re so talented” and then I hardcore dissociated the rest of the day

26. what time did you wake up today? 10:00

27. what were you doing at midnight last night? chatting w @houseofoakdown and also editing my monstrosity of a fanfiction

28. what is something you cant wait for? Going back to school! then I can graduate in my pajamas and eat creamed corn in celebration

30. what are you listening to right now? the same goddamn playlist, this one’s called Battle Cry by The Family Crest, i cri erytiem

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom? probably???

32. something thats getting on your nerves? my brother vaping in the bathroom with the fan on at 12:30am

33. most visited website: tungle dot hell

34. hair color: I started out blonde af now I’m less blonde but still blonde.

35. long or short hair: short

36. do you have a crush on someone: :[] yes

37. what do you like about yourself: i’m hella smart, my moodboards are bangin, my writing is cool af, I’m well-hydrated at all times

38. want any piercings? Big No

39. blood type: A+!!!!! thats me!!!!!

40. nicknames: my brother calls me a goon sometimes

41. relationship status: im married to my laptop

42. zodiac: I was born on the last day of Taurus so I’m a definite Taurus/Gemini power combo

43. pronouns: they/them, tho in some places I use he/him bc The Dysphoria got hog wild enough I decided to pretend to be a trans guy so ppl would take me seriously, but I’m moving more towards they/them everywhere now.

44. fave tv shows: Dr Fuck, Sherlock (I’m armed with a pitchfork and an arsenal of beefed up tv & film knowledge come on fight me), DOWNTON ABBEY

45. tattoos: in August I will get a bee on my right arm and probably a Secret Word in Gallifreyan on my left it’ll say fuck

46. right or left handed: one time I was bored in grade 10 and tried to make myself ambidextrous but that was a hassle so I’m firmly right handed. Except in archery.

47. ever had surgery: got all 4 wisom teeth out not long ago! I still need to squirt water in my gum holes so I get all the mushy food out :{

48. piercings: I used to have my ears pierced but they’re grown tf over now!

49. sport: first of all what the hell is this question looking for second of all I have a red belt (which is 2 below black belt) in Taekwondo. I really need to do that again hhhhhh

50. vacation: i went to England and France in the summer with my family as a “””grad trip”””, it was lots of fun but my collection of sensory issues extended to chomping and I dissociated so intensely in The Louvre my mom told me to go back outside so I wrote fanfiction while listening to 21 Pilots and chatting w my imaginary friends and it took me like 18 hours to process I’d seen The Mona Lisa with mine own 2 eyes. Also the plane was delayed twice bc we used Air Canada for some godforsaken reason and I had 0 hours of sleep when I went to the Sherlock Holmes museum and I started talkin to this bust of Sherlock Holmes and then I hadn’t eaten enough and we were walking to this bookstore and I said “I need food!” and my dad said “We’ll get it AFTER” then I shouted “I’M GONNA DIE” so I got a BLT from Tesco.

51. trainers: h

more general

52. eating: the last thing I ate was chocolate chips straight out of the bag

53. drinking: I got another cup of water

54. im about to watch: my entire fanfiction to take 3000 notes on consistency. and by watch I mean read

55. waiting for: my brother (not vaping) to get out of the bathroom so I can PEE

56. want: Orphan Black to be on Netflix so I can actually binge watch it then call my grandma about it

57. get married: idk I didn’t think I was a get married person but since realizing I’m a lesbian it seems like a good idea!

58. career: nurse and a writer. I might just move to London and work double time to write enough scripts I have some street cred then pitch a TV adaptation of Faction Paradox to the BBC and win

which is better

59. hugs or kisses: hugs bc it means my friends are in my vicinity not Toronto

60. lips or eyes: uh. eyes???????????

61. shorter or taller: i’m 5′3″ and I would love a tol partner

62. older or younger: i don’t think I care

63. nice arms or stomach: what fresh hell does this mean. I’d like a nice stomach free of gastrointestinal issues and acid reflux. not that I have either of those but just in case

64. hookup or relationship: I have 300 many self-esteem issues so imma say relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant: AU where I don’t have anxiety and I’m a trouble maker

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger: noop

67. drank hard liquor: I PUT RUM IN THE WASSAIL HELL YEAH also once someone bought me a shot at a queer dance thing bc it was payday and my friend told me to gulp the WHOLE SHOT and then the lemonade so I don’t barf and I was like “brah this is too high-stakes” so I poured the vodka in the lemonade and took sips and everyone stared at me

68. lost glasses: in grade 6 and then my mom threatened to make me wear one of those granny glasses chains so I never lost them again

69. turned someone down: ya this kid Cyrus used to chase me around in grade 5 and I’d run away always he was weird af one time he made out with a folder right in front of me in the middle of class

70. sex on first date: probs not at this point but I’m not opposed to the general idea when I’m less w h a c k e d u p

71. broken someones heart: Not that I know of?

72. had your heart broken: c o n s i s t e n t l y in the most fricked up ways god

73. been arrested: no but once I booed at the police bc the local nazis (yeah) were gonna have a rally so we had a counter-rally and I dropped in but there were no nazis except one old dude in a MAGA hat showed up 2 hours late lmao

74. cried when someone died: oui

75. fallen for a friend: Big Lesbian Mood

do you believe in

76. yourself: YA BB

77. miracles: not as such

78. love at first sight: nah

79. santa claus: I wasn’t allowed to believe in Santa as a child bc he was “too much like God” sad

80. kiss on a first date: ye!

81. angels: big no

other

82. best friend’s name: I don’t exactly have a proper best friend but I’m goin with Liam

83. eye colour: blue/grey

84. fave movie: either The Force Awakens (bc I love bb8 and I’m gay 4 Rey) or Interstellar shut up

85. fave actor: uh idk let’s go with my brother

WOW THAT WAS LONG JEE🅱️US. I’m tagging @houseofoakdown @spoonietimelordy @gemvictorfromtheponyverse @spockswhales @raesand and that exhausts the ppl I know but you’re all worth quadruple in my heart 💖

#Open For Sicc Facts Abt Me #ianposting

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bughead-ficz · 7 years

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Don’t Touch Her//Bughead Fanfiction (C12)

Chapter 12- Confessions

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Days went by as the search for Reggie proceeded. Moose, Betty and Jughead had looked everywhere for the boy singlehandedly, coming to the conclusion that involving anyone else would only put them at risk. They had casually asked around about Reggie's location and come out empty-handed. And it didn't help that there was some obvious tension between two of the parties.

Jughead and Betty had barely spoken during those days, only communicating when necessary to their mission. If you asked Jughead his opinion on the matter, he'd simply note it as agony. Not talking to the girl was really taking a toll on him, and to be completely honest, he missed her. She was there, right in front of him, but he missed her.

Jughead missed the way Betty laughed at his stupid and un-funny jokes and puns. He missed the way her eyes filled with adoration and her mouth curled up into this adorable little grin when they had an emotionally-intimate moment. He missed the way her blonde locks would fluff around his bare arm when she curled into his waist at night, acting as an extra blanket. He missed the sound of her voice when it comforted him. He missed her eloquence and the way he could practically see a lightbulb above her head when she added puzzle pieces together. Jughead missed Betty Cooper. And he would fix this. Even if it killed him.

The dark-haired Serpent watched as his girlfriend's teeth bit down on her lip in concentration, the plump flesh throbbing around them. They stood in the Blue and Gold office, staring at the board in front of them. It used to be known as their 'murder board', but now it was labelled with 'Where's Reggie?'. The cursive, red ink seemed to taunt the pair as each and every lead they'd had was proven useless, multiple crosses throughout. They were missing something.

"We're missing something." Betty spoke, crossing her arms in frustration. She hated feeling helpless at finding Reggie, especially as he'd done so much to help her.

"But what?" Jughead sighed walking up to the board, tugging on a stray rubber band in his hand. Betty stayed silent.

He wanted to talk to her. Of course he did. But he knew that what he'd said had hurt, even if he didn't mean it the way she took it. However, that wasn't the only reason he wasn't talking to her.

Jughead felt guilt. He was overwhelmed with the alarming exhaustion of what his secret was. The secret he'd been keeping from before Nick and Al hurt them. Right through to the hospital, the miscarriage, the weeks after. Until now.

Betty wasn't even talking to him when it came to personal issues. He didn't know when she would forgive him. But he did know this: he couldn't keep this secret in forever. Jughead needed to confess. Betty told her pregnancy secret, he needed to tell his. It was tearing him up inside.

Silence swarmed around the pair, the board blurring his vision slightly as Jughead's eyes glared into it. Nervously, he cleared his throat.

"Look, Betts," he began, facing her as she peered at him. He could have sworn he saw a look of relief flash in her eyes, but he couldn't hold back. He needed to come clean. "I know we're not on the best of terms right now, and I know I hurt you-"

"No, it's fine Jug. I'm not crazy, and I know you didn't mean it that way. It's okay-" Betty cut him off before he followed suit. Her words made a lump form in his throat.

"I don't want you to forgive me, okay? Because it will be easier if you're angry at me for what I'm about to say." Jughead swallowed and Betty suddenly frowned, detecting there was more to the situation.

"Everything that happened to us, to you... it really is my fault." He drifted his eyes away from hers, ashamed of the words he would force himself to speak.

"Jughead. We've been through this-" Betty attempted to soothe him but he pulled away, startling her.

"You don't understand. It is because of me. I... I know I need to tell you. You deserve to know, and I can't keep this inside, it's fricking eating me alive!" The beanie-clad boy's outburst shocked the blonde as she watched all of his negative emotions prick at his dilated pupils like metaphorical pins. Jughead noticed this and grabbed her hands comfortingly, engulfing them with his. He stared at them, running circles over her palms with his thumb, tracing the faint, small moon-shaped scars. "You're not gonna love me anymore. You're going to hate me for what I've done."

"Juggie..." She whispered anxiously. What could he have done that made him so distressed? His eyes met hers as they stared innocently up at him.

"Reggie and I... we did a deal... with... Chuck." Jughead searched her eyes for signs of what she was thinking. Instead, he felt her hands slowly pull away from his.

"A... deal?" She inquired. "When? What kind of deal?"

Jughead sighed, took his beanie off and ran a hand through his black locks. The girl watched intently.

"It was before he..." Jughead gulped, disgusted. "Before he approached you in the woods. Reggie and I, we met up with him near the school after you left Pop's. Remember, when you had to leave because they thought there was something wrong with Polly's babies?"

Watching Betty frown, cross her arms and nod her head, he continued.

"Well, shortly after that I got a text from one of my dad's friends. The Serpents had organised a deal with Chuck and his goons and they wanted me to do the pick up for them. A kind of initiation of some sorts, I don't know. I just wanted to make my dad proud of me, or at least see me as a proper Serpent and not just his son, take me more seriously. It was supposed to be simple. Chuck would give me the money and I'd give him the drugs."

"But?" Betty whispered, disappointment glistening in her eyes and a certain suspenseful fear lingered on her features. Jughead hated it.

"I brought Reggie along with me because he needed some extra cash. We got to the school and met with him and his 'pals'. I handed him this brown paper bag that I'd assumed was the drugs and they gave us some hundreds. A few snarky comments were made here and there but everything went fine and we managed to bite our tongues." Jughead shook his head and laughed in an unamused manner.

"Except it wasn't fine. There wasn't drugs in the bag, it was just some tea leaves. Fucking tea leaves. Apparently it was the Serpents messing Chuck around, arguing they don't sell to under ages and it was just a 'laugh'. And at first I didn't really care, after all, it's Chuck and the Serpents are my family. Well, the joke was on me because when Chuck figured out we'd played him, he snapped. And..."

"What, Jughead?"

"Reggie heard Chuck talking about how he was going to hurt you to get back at me. Teach me a lesson. And apparently it wasn't just Chuck and his high school jocks who were part of this deal. Nick and Al were involved in it too." One of his black curls fell over his eye as Jughead shamefully looked down. He couldn't bare to see the betrayal and shame on her face.

"After I heard about that, and when you came home with those bruises on you I was so angry. I fought fire with fire by trying to jump Chuck, and I got us burnt. I'm so, so sorry, Betty. But it is my fault."

Jughead expected... he didn't really know what he expected Betty to do as he shifted from foot to foot, gaze shifted at the floor. Maybe cry and walk out for good? Never forgive him? What he didn't expect were her small arms wrapping around his shoulders, engulfing him in a hug.

He took a small step back in surprise.

"I still love you, Juggie." She whispered into his neck, stood on her tiptoes. "Don't beat yourself up. You had your reasons, and I'm not going to judge them. Don't blame yourself, because I don't. Okay? I never could."

As Betty pulled back, he felt her lift her hand up to his face and wipe a stray tear that he hadn't even realised had escaped.

"You forgive me?" Jughead questioned hesitantly.

"Of course I do. As cliché as it sounds, everyone makes mistakes. Even beanie-wearing wannabe tough guys." She smirked slightly, catching his stare and causing him to also smile.

"God, I love you Betty Cooper."

All of a sudden, his lips were on hers as they kissed each other desperately. Fireworks seemed to explode around them, their bubble passionate and craving. Jughead's hand cupped the back of her neck, his thumb running on her neck, the other caressing her face, whilst Betty's arms rested elegantly on his shoulders. He wondered what he ever did to deserve someone so unbelievably, perfectly infatuating. She was a real life angel.

But then, she pulled away abruptly.

"Oh my God." Betty looked at him in alarm.

"What?"

"Chuck."

"What about him?" Jughead grimaced.

"He was getting drugs for Nick and Al." The blonde began pacing and Jughead could see the clockwork ticking away in her head as she thought. "And that night, he seemed pretty close with them."

"So?" He waited for the penny to drop.

"So, if they have Reggie," Betty took in a deep breath before letting out a shaky sigh. "Surely, Chuck would know."

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