#and I want to Bon appetite just about everyone in this damn show

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - lots, just LOTS

I thought I would be pretty lean reporting for Oct 2023 but then (for reasons relayed here) the weeklies got saved by a drunk avenging hacker in a hotel room.

Oct 2023 Wk 1

Except I still can't watch IFYLITA, because I use my other computer for it.

Gotta say though, watching tese mostly all in one day (for travel reasons) is beyond even my BL superpowers. I did my best tho.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Dangerous Romance (Fri YT) ep 8 of 12 - Sailom, sweetie, Kang is never sleeping alone again. It wasn't really translated, but Kang's way of speaking in that opening stinger was VERY cutsie. Also the gay sheets have made another appearance. I do have to say that "rich kid problems" is not my favorite story arc, but I still think this is a great Thai BL.

Naughty Babe (Sat YT) ep 6 of 8 - I love that they are finally talking to each other but Yi’s whole personality is shifting. Honestly, this pair is great at kissing and casual touches, but the friendships are the best thing about this franchise. Also Mr Chenne remains my fav character. But where did Diao's baby superhero team come from? And why? This show is very confusing... It’s also not very good.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) You Are My Soulmate ep 7 - This was the one of the series I was looking forward to the most, because silly, pretty, and v BL. It is, in fact all those things and nothing more. So I'm enjoying it, of course.

Absolute Zero (Thai Weds iQIYI) ep 2 of 12 - I like it, but it feels like it's gonna be so sad. I'm having Promise and Dew the movie flashbacks. Plus 12 eps seems too long for this narrative thread. I am worried.

Venus in the Sky (Tues iQIYI) 6 of 10 eps - This show is so slow it's hardly worth the bandwidth, but we attained "baby is a floppy drunk" and thus a finger bite frustration scene, which was nice.

Only Friends (Sat YT) ep 9 of 10 (not a BL but I'm watching it anyway) - Ray is so mean to Sand. The not-a-thing with Sand & Nick was cute. I’ve had several experiences like that. All my queer friendship groups tend to be incestuous, but sometimes they're just too much of a sibling and trying to sleep with them is the most unsexy thing in the universe. To be fair, I’ve also been in Ton’s position (this ep). Jojo sure makes queer shizz. But also, Ton must have a magic rod with everyone wanting a repeat. (I'm so glad they put Neo in this role, no one else at GMMTV could play him as complex or sympathetic.)

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

You Are Mine (Taiwan Fri Viki) eps 5 of 10 - now officially known by me as "I'm too sunshine for this seme" where our boss is being hella obvious but our cinnamon roll is just too ooey-gooey to notice. Al.though, baby boy, he takes you home, sleeps on top of you, feeds you cookies (IN HIS BED) and keeps you in his space? Surely even this sunshine is catching a few rays of truth?

Gaga's *unintelligible gay murmuring* is my favorite caption EVER.

Also the name of my new ASMR YT channel.

Bon Appetit (Korea Weds iQIYI) 3-4 of 8 - ah gay panic, also what is Korea's obsession with 7 year separations? Is it only true love if you wait 7 years? Dohoon is SUCH a flirt, it's kinda great! Also, since it's Korea, we got us a bit of a love triangle with 2 hyung romances, so I (of course) am torn. Either way Dohoon is going down. I do love how much time we are spending with the food in this drama, finally one that lives up to its name. On an entirely different note, Korean camping is the most bizare thing to me. It's SO damn civilized. There will be NO DIRT. They pack blow torches. And full dinner sets. Every time I see it in a drama, I'm amused.

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - OMG these 2 are so in love with each other, and so ridiculous about it. They're tiny idiots but I love them.

If It’s With You AKA Even If I Fall In Love With You AKA Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’ (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 5 - from MBS a live action adaptation of Kubota Maru’s manga ‘君となら恋をしてみても. Amane has stopped loving people due to trauma until he meets Ryuji. At first Amane just wants to play with Ryuji but… feelings.

I like the odd Japanese mature-childishness in this one. Plus a broken sunshine who is out in a kind of aggresive way and an instinctive caring seme. What's not to love? Well, it's Japan I'm sure it will surprise me one way or another.

Mr Cinderella 2 (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 3 of ? - the cray cray step brother quazi incest is a bit much for me. Why does VBL just suddenly get so unhinged like this?

Kiseki: Dear to Me (Taiwan Tues Viki & iQIYI) ep 9 of 13(?) - resumes next week

It's Airing But...

I Feel You Linger in the Air (Fri grey) ep 8 of 12 - I will try to watch 8-12 and do a series review when I get back in November but... not sure I will be able to. Fingers crossed.

Love in Translation (Sat iQIYI) ep 8fin - I will complete and drop a review in Nov.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - 4th installment in this series (1st series, 1 special, 1 movie prior) about a lawyer who lives with his boyfriend, a hairdresser, and cooks for him. I find thie series more fun to binge, som I'm waiting until it completes its run.

I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan Tues Netflix-Japan & ????) - in classic JBL fashion, I Cannot Reach You could not be reached. 

Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine? AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka? (Japan cinema release in-country only) - This one is a movie from Japan so in customary fashion who tf knows when (or if) it will get international distribution. Salaryman Ayumu Koiwai just can't tear his eyes away from the strong, muscular man as he checks on the stocks of the vending machine in his office.

In case you missed it?

Crazy Handsome Rich (Sun Gaga) Apparently ended its run I DNFed this at ep 3. So no review from me.

My Beautiful Man: Eternal AKA Utsukushii Kare Eternal (Japan movie Viki & Gaga) - Play it again Sam, only I'm kinda tired of this song. I was v dramatic tho. And it's always nice to be reminded JBL can kiss when it puts its mind to it. 8/10

Next Week Looks Like This

Upcoming October BL

10/31 SHADOW (Thai VIU ????) - this is a horror BL featuring ghosts and other paranormal elements in a high school setting. I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all, but if it must be done in BL let Japan do it). It features Singto (who did paranormal BL He's Coming to Me) opposite Fluke N (who's done a couple horror's before). Also Fiat. Dan suffers from sleep paralysis, and in his dreams he sees a shadow that suffocates him. It gets worse when he transfers schools.

10/? Bump Up Project AKA Bump Up Business (Korea ????) - BL staring OnlyOneOf that released(??) as a movie in July but is now being recut and reissued as a series. Stars NineMill and from Idol Romance bulled as a love story between a trainee who is about to debut and a celebrity from the same agency (based on a webtoon). OnlyOneOf have been auditioning for this since Libido IMHO. You can watch me chronicle their BL MV work in this post. Idol Romance will do sad but can do good kisses (Wish You, Nobleman Ryu, Once Again, Kissable Lips, Poongduck 304, Tasty Florida, Tinted With You) but I don't think we will get any in this. After that OmegaX Shoulder bullshizz buisness I am very wary of this show.

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I've seen this Chinese drama like... no wait... okay it's like EVERY Chinese drama ever.

(both Mr Cinderella 2)

I only got to watch this scene and the bath, but bot were pretty darn good! I Feel You Linger in the Air

There's only one bed but they slept together on the floor anyway. One of BL's oddest tropes.

I do love a finger bite. (both Venus in the Sky)

Good advice

(Naughty Babe)

(Last week) 

#this week in bl #bl updates #bl reviews #My Beautiful Man Eternal Review #currently airing bl #new bl #utsukushii kare #bl 2023 #Thai BL #Taiwanese BL #Korean BL #Japanese BL #live action yaoi #I Feel You Linger in the Air #Mr Cinderella 2

[insomniac-jay]

Don't Come Back Again [Rewrite]

The last place Satsumi wants delinquents is her family's restaurant. Unfortunately, she can't have good things in life.

Misc: Getting back into my Tokyo Revengers bag so yall are spared from my DC girlies, rewrite of this, Satsumi is not the one to fuck with

@peachyblkdemonslayer

A whistle left Satsumi's lips as she prepared lunch for her friends. Music filled her ears while finishing touches to the meals were added.

Satsumi was really excited, especially since she had come up with a new recipe they'd like. And with how good this food was smelling, her assumption would be correct.

"I smell the food!" Miyoko exclaimed.

Her and the other girls sat around the table. For some, it was their first time eating at Paradise Grill, the Fujiyama family restaurant, while others were regulars. What better way to fuel up after a long day of shopping and playing arcade games than to eat at her place?

"Me too!" Hina exclaimed. She felt her mouth water just from smelling the aroma.

Now done, Satsumi carefully loaded the plates onto a cart then pushed it out to the table where her friends were. The other girls stared in awe at the delicious sight.

"Bon appetit." Satsumi smiled proudly while sitting down.

"Satsumi, this is delicious!" Emma squealed with delight as she dug into the food. She'd never tasted something so good in her life. "I'll have to come here more often!"

"Everything on her family's menu is original and made by them." Miyoko took a bite of her food and smiled with joy. As they ate, they talked about different topics; ranging from what they bought to

"I just hope that none of your boyfriends or brothers show up." Satsumi leaned back.

Miyoko and some of the others looked offended by the comment, but Satsumi didn't care. They'd known her long enough to know her

"Hey, Takashi is a sweetheart!" Momoka also pouted.

The ringing of a bell caught the girls attention as a familiar group of boys entered into the restaurant. Upon recognizing Draken's signature tattoo, Satsumi groaned and prayed that the delinquents wouldn't start anything.

"Hey, sweet pea." Mitsuya sat next to Momoka then wrapped an arm around her. "You come here often?"

Some of the other Toman boys took seats next to the girls. Smiley wrapped some of Momiji's hair around his finger, making her flustered.

Once she saw that the boys weren't starting anything, Satsumi loosened up and went back into the kitchen to help her mom. But she could never leave those boys alone for too long.

Not even a few minutes of her being away and the sounds of commotion were made.

"Hah?! What did you say, little shit?!"

"You heard me!"

Satsumi poked her head out to see what was going on.

A rival gang who just so happened to be eating at Paradise Grill recognized the Toman boys. Tensions immediately flared up with the two groups becoming hostile. It even caught the attention of some of the other patrons.

Thankfully, some of the girls were trying to reason with both groups. Momoka held onto Mitsuya's arm in an attempt to hold him back while Hirose was peacekeeping. Negotiations were successful so far until someone opened his big mouth.

Everyone went silent and turned to see a large knife stuck in the wall. A few people gasped while others stared in shock.

"You wanna go, then let's go!"

Baji cracked his knuckles and ran up to punch a rival gang member; but not before something flew past him and landed in the wall.

Satsumi trudged out the kitchen in anger with another knife in hand.

"You motherfuckers are not about to give my family's restaurant a bad reputation!" Satsumi barked. "I don't care if any of you are the strongest, fastest, or whatever the hell in your damn gang! Either sit your ass down and eat or leave!"

The rival gang scoffed and left. With their departure, a peaceful atmosphere came back and the diners returned to their meals and previous conversations.

Satsumi grunted as she retreated into the kitchen. This is exactly what she feared. Everywhere Toman went, trouble followed. Not even a day about her and her friends couldn't go without the trouble those boys brought.

"Mom, remind me to put a 'No delinquents allowed' sign on the door."

#jay's writings #jay's tokrev ocs

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Laito Route ー Chapter 2

ー The scene starts in cafe ‘Tarte Tatin’

*Ding ding*

Waiter A: Welcome.

Laito: A table for two, please. (1)

Waiter A: For two, you said? My sincere apologies. There are no free tables right now, so could you perhaps wait a liーー

Laito: Nfu~ What about the VIP seats out on the terrace?

Waiter A: ...How do you know about those...?

Laito: Fufu~ I’d rather not have you underestimate me~

They’re available, right? Come on, hurry up and escort us.

Waiter A: ...

Laito: Also, this lady over here is this year’s Queen of the Carnival, you know?

Yui: Eh...? Me...!?

Laito: Are you sure you can keep the Queen waiting~? 

Waiter A: I-I shall go confirm with my manager so...!

ー The waiter runs off

Yui: C-Come on, Laito-kun...Why would you mention the Queen thing!?

Laito: Eh? Why, you ask...? I only spoke the truth, right?

Yui: Even so, you shouldn’t threaten him.

Laito: You see, this cafe has seats on the terrace which are reserved for VIPs.

You are the Queen while I am a direct descendant of that man, so I don’t see the problem?

Yui: B-But...

Laito: Ah-ah, that being said, as to be expected of the Carnival. It’s packed in here.

There’s Vampires everywhere I look, it’s making me sick.

Yui: Geez, Laito-kun...

( But he’s right, so even Vampires like to lounge in a cafe like this... )

( Honestly, now that I’m here, the Demon World is completely different from what I imagined. )

ー The head waiter arrives

Head waiter: Dear customers, my sincere apologies for the wait. Well then, I shall show you towards the terrace seats.

Laito: See~? They were available after all. Didn’t I tell you?

Head waiter: ...! You are...! Che...

Yui: ...?

( This waiter...Did he just click his tongue after glancing at Laito-kun...? )

Head waiter: ...Well then, I shall escort you. This way, please...

Laito: Well, let’s go. Come on, Bitch-chan...Your hand, please~

Yui: Y-Yeah...

ー They start walking

Yui: ( I wonder if I just imagined it...? )

¨TIMESKIP*

Head waiter: This is our menu.

Laito: Well then, what do you want, Bitch-chan?

Yui: Uhm...Let’s see.

Laito: Nfu~ You can take your time. In the meantime, I’m going to step away for a few seconds... (2)

Yui: Eh? Step away...? Where are you going?

Laito: I’ll be right back, don’t worry. I just remembered I forgot a little something~

Yui: Something you forgot?

*Thud*

Laito: Nfu~ Exactly. A little something~

Yui: ( H-Hold up...He’s going to leave me all by myself!? )

( Actually, he’s the one who told me not to leave his side earlier... )

Laito: What’s that~? You look awfully anxious, Bitch-chan...

Yui: I mean...

Laito: No need to worry, really. I’ll be back before you know it. See you~

Yui: Ah! Laito-kun...!

ー Laito leaves

Yui: ( He actually left... )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( Laito-kun’s not coming back... )

( Also, everyone’s stares are really making me uncomfortable... (3) )

( Laito-kun, please come back soon... )

Head waiter: Dear customer, please excuse me.

ー He takes a seat across of Yui

*THUD*

Yui: ...!

*THUD*

Yui: ( W-What...? This waiter’s manner of speech is very polite, but he’s extremely violent. )

Head waiter: Che. That damn fiend...He’s acting as if he owns our VIP terrace again!

I do not care if he is a son of the Sakamaki household, I am going to tell him my mind today or I will go crazy!

I am sick and tired of getting pushed around by that lad! I’m pretty sure he was lying earlier as well?

There is just no way a little human girl like you could be the Queen of the Carnival!

ー This catches the other customers attention as they start making a fuss 

Yui: !

( H-He’s talking way too loud! )

( O-Oh no...Now even the customers all the way in the back have turned around and are looking my way! )

U-Uhm, you see...

Head waiter: ...Hmph. Well, I do not care about your personal convenience at all.

I assume you probably got yourself involved in dangerous business. How pitiful.

...You’re just a puny little human!

Yui: ( Once again, keep your voice down...! )

ー The others approach Yui

Yui: ( ...For some reason everyone’s gathering this way...It’s turning into a whole crowd! )

Head waiter: ...Well, I’m pretty sure it’s too late already, but let me give you one warning.

If you stay with him, nothing good will come your way?

Yui: Eh...? What do you mean...?

ー The waiter leaves

Yui: ( Wait, he left... )

( Nothing good will come my way...He was talking about Laito-kun, right? )

( I wonder what Laito-kun has done in this store in the past...? )

...

( The crowd is still around... )

( What to do...? What if somebody were to attack me right now...? )

( Laito-kun isn’t around either... )

( Uu...I’ve gotten really anxious. )

ー Laito suddenly appears again

Laito: Haah~ Bitch-chan~ Your helpless expression looks rather anxious and lovely as well, you know?

Yui: Kyaah! L-Laito-kun!

Laito: Were you that lonely without me around? Nfu~

Yui: Y-You startled me...Where were you, for real? I...

Laito: Oh well, who cares?

Because you waited here for me like a good girl, I managed to fetch the thing I forgot.

Now I’ll stick by your side for the rest of the day, okay...?

Right. In that case, why don’t you take a seat on my lap instead of on that chair?

Yui: N-No thank you...

Laito: Eeh~What a shame!

Ah, by the way, have you decided on your order?

Yui: Ah...I’m sorry. Come to think of it, I have yet to think about it.

Laito: Geez, you really are so hopeless, Bitch-chan...

Nfu~ You really can’t do anything without me around, can you?

Yui: That’s not it...

*Creaak*

Laito: By the way, Bitch-chan. Did you know that the name of this cafe, ‘Tarte Tatin’, is actually the name of a dessert?

Yui: Eh? No...I did think it sounded like one though.

Laito: Hey, hey! You’re obviously interested in it now, right?

After all, you’re the one who suggested we would go in here, remember?

Yui: ( The dessert which became the name of this cafe... )

Selection

→ I’m interested! (☾)

Yui: Do you know what kind of sweet it is?

Laito: Nfu~ Of course I do.

In that case, I’ll teach you everything about the tarte tatin~

...The ins and outs, get it?

Yui: Yeah...

( But...Come to think of it, Laito-kun likes macarons, right? )

( He might actually be knowledgeable about other desserts as well... )

Laito: Fufu. In that case...From your human perspective, this story takes place in the long, distant past...

There was this hotel called ‘Tatin’ in a small village in the French region of Sologne.

The cook there was just so busy, he accidentally messed up on one of the apple tarts one day.

Yui: Eh? He messed up?

Laito: Exactly~ So, to try and fix his mistake somehow, through trial and error...

This tart...The tarte tatin was born by pure coincidence!

Yui: Heeh! Amazing! So that’s how the story goes.

To think he invented a whole new dessert through a simple mistake...

Laito: Nfufu~ Right? Makes you want to try out stuff...No matter what it may be, no?

→ A little?

Yui: Yeah...I guess I am a little?

Laito: Right? Of course you’d be. You can’t wait to try it, right? I totally get you.

Yui: ...? Laito-kun?

Laito: In other words...

I think we should try ordering this place’s tarte tatin.

Yui: I see. Since it’s called ‘tarte tatin’, it must be a tart of some sorts, right?

Laito: It’s just a regular apple tart. Nothing special about it.

Yui: ( ...? Isn’t he acting a little odd? )

Laito, Say, say, you want to give it a taste too, don’t you?

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( I feel like he’s really insistent about having me try this tart...? )

Laito: I heard it’s the number one seller on the menu since the cafe is named after it.

Yui: Heeh, I see!

( But well, he’s recommending it to me this strongly... )

In that case, I’ll try ordering this ‘tarte tatin’, I guess.

Laito: Nfu~ Okay! Waiter! Two tarte tatins, please! Oh, and tea as well~!

Yui: ( Haah...For now, I’m glad Laito-kun actually came back...I feel relieved. )

( That being said... )

Looking at it like this, this really doesn’t feel like the Demon World, does it?

Laito: Heeh, you’ve already gotten used to this world jam-packed with Vampires? As to be expected!

Yui: Ah, that’s not what I meant...

( Get used to it? If anything, I broke out in a cold sweat earlier... )

It’s just, I was thinking that between looking through the menu at a cafe like this, or calling over a waiter, there really isn’t much of a difference between both worlds.

Laito: Aah, that’s what you meant.

It seems like a lot of Vampires have become accustomed to human practices as of late.

Thanks to a certain weirdo...That is.

Yui: A certain weirdo...?

Laito: In short, the peculiar interests of a well-known Vampire King.

If not, do you really think a cafe which serves human suits would be this popular?

Yui: ( Laito-kun’s Father’s influence really is amazing... )

Laito: Ah, Bitch-chan. Seems like our tarts have arrived.

Head Waiter: ...Sorry for the wait.

Yui: Uwaah...! It smells lovely!

( It looks really good, but this is food from the Demon World, right...? )

( ...Considering that, I’m a little scared. )

Laito: Fufu...You’re not gonna eat?

Yui: Ah...S-Sorry!

Well then, let me have a bite...

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ...! Kyah!

*Cling*

Yui: ( !? W-What’s this...!? )

Laito: Oh no! Are you okay, Bitch-chan?

Yui: Yeah, I just dropped my fork. I’m fine.

Laito: Geez...That bat really needs to learn some manners, disturbing a Vampire’s table like that...

Ah, hey, you there! My bad, but could you fetch us a new fork and knife?

Waiter A: Understood.

ー The waiter runs off

Laito: ...Phew. Ah, Bitch-chan. You can have mine. I had yet to dig in after all.

Yui: Eh? It’s fine. I’ll wait till he gets here...

Laito: No buts! No need to hold back. It’s ‘ladies first’ when it comes to this kinda stuff, no?

So, come on! Hurry up and have a bite?

*Thud*

Yui: I-In that case, I’ll dig in.

Laito: Go ahead, bon appetit~

*Cling*

Yui: ...! Delicious!

Laito: Really? I’m glad~ In that case, keep going! Here, have some tea too!

ー Laito pours her a cup of tea

Yui: T-Thank you...

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Phew, that hit the spot! Ah...Yours is kind of taking a while, don’t you think?

Laito: Aah, yeah. It’s fine though.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( ...? H-Huh...? )

( For some reason...My body feels... )

Laito: Huh...? Is something wrong?

Yui: I-It seems kind of hot in here...all of a sudden...I wonder if it’s because of the tea...?

Laito: Eh? I don’t feel hot at all though...?

Do you feel unwell, perhaps? That’s bad! It’d be bad if something were to happen to the Queen of the Carnival!

Hey, Bitch-chan...? Are you okay? Your cheeks are sort of red as well. Do you have a fever maybe?

Yui: A fever...? B-But...

( I don’t have cold shivers or anything...How to put it...It’s like my body is flushed... )

ー Laito moves closer

Laito: Aah...My poor little Bitch-chan...

Your body is all flushed...You don’t know what to do? Right?

Yui: Eh...? How...?

Laito: Nfu~ After all...It’s thanks to the drug I snuck into the tart.

Yui: Eeh!? D-Drug!?

Laito: Exactly~ A little something which will make you feel hot and bothered~

Fufu~ The bat which flew at you earlier was one of my Familiars.

I set him up to ensure you would eat the tart which had the drug snuck into it~

Yui: ...! How could you! That’s so mean!

Laito: Aahn~ Oh you...~! I can’t get enough of that glare~

Haah...I knew I made the right choice going to fetch the drug earlier.

Yui: !? Don’t tell me, that’s why you left earlier...!?

Laito: Fufu~ That’s exactly why. Say, Bitch-chan...How do you feel right now...?

Aren’t you just dying to have me do this or that to you soon~?

You know...Something like this...?

*Rustle*

Yui: !

( H-His foot is...Under the table...! )

L-Laito-kun...! Stop!

Laito: Oh dear~ Did I brush against your leg? The table’s rather cramped after all. My bad, my bad~

Fufu...What’s wrong, Bitch-chan? Your face keeps on turning more and more red, it seems...?

But better be careful? We’re inside a crowded cafe after all...

You already stand out in this world as is...

If you behave too suspiciously, your surroundings will catch on in no time, you know?

Yui: ...!

Laito: Haah...Say, that feeling of doing something naughty is just so exciting, don’t you think?

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: You have to endure it so nobody finds out...Ah, but...

*Rustle*

Laito: Taking the offensive approach and simply exposing your everything...is a very valid choice in my personal opinion as well...~

Fufu, I’ve got turned on just from imagining it...Haah...Say, wanna just say fuck it and have a go?

Yui: W-What are you saying!? Cut it out already!

Laito: Aah~ ...I can’t hold back no longer...Hey, Bitch-chan, just a little bit, please...?

Let me suck your blood here...!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: S-Stop! Laito-kun! Everyone’s looking, see!?

Laito: Isn’t that what makes it great...? Hey, come on...Starting with this arm...Hah...Nn...

ー Laito bites her

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Ow...No...!

Laito: ...Nn...Fufu. You’re so lewd, Bitch-chan...Letting your voice slip like that...

Look...Everyone’s watching us? Doesn’t it turn you on beyond belief...? Nn...

Nn...Haah...Now where should I suck from next...? Your nape...? Or maybe your shoulder...?

*Rustle*

Laito: Ah, right. Why don’t you just take off your clothes here already...? Nfu~

Yui: Stop!

( ...! The people around us are...! I have to stop him somehow...! )

( In that case...! )

...!

ー Yui knocks over his tea cup

*Shatter*

Laito: ...! Hot!

Geez, Bitch-chan! What are you doing!?

Yui: But...

Laito: Ah-ahー The cup broke because you made a fuss...

Yui: ( I had no other choice, or he would have never stopped I feel... )

Laito: Well, I won’t particularly get upset about this sorta thing though. More importantly, hurry up and let me...

ー The head waiter runs their way

Head waiter: ...!! Aaaah! How could this happen!?

Laito: ...What do you want? You’re so loud. We were just getting to the good part...Could you not get in our way, please?

Aah, if it’s about the other tart, you don’t need to bring that anymore.

Head waiter: How could you break that teacup!?

Yui: ( W-Was that teacup really so important...? Oh no...! )

U-Uhm, I’m the one who...I’m sorry...!

Laito: Ah-ah, I can’t believe this. 

A Vampire is getting his panties in a knot over just a little teacup...

Head waiter: ‘Just a little teacup’...Excuse me!? Do you have any idea how valuable of a good that was!?

Laito: Eeh? I don’t know. Besides, if it’s really that important, shouldn’t you have kept it locked away?

Head waiter: ...! Today you will not get away with this...!

ー He grabs hold of Laito

*Rustle*

Head waiter: Anyway, come here! I’ll have you explain the situation.

Laito: Haah~!? Why do I - the customer - have to do that!?

Head waiter: Shut up! Just come!

*Rustle*

Laito: Owow! What are you doing!? Didn’t you hear me when I said I don’t have the time for that right now!? Let me go!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...

( What should I do...? I’m the one who broke the cup though... )

( But it’s because Laito-kun was trying to do weird things... )

*Rustle*

Laito: Aahー Geez!

If I had known this would happen, I should have just sucked her blood right away without pulling any extra tricks!

Yui: ( H-He’s not reflecting upon his actions at all... )

( ...In that case... )

I’m sorry, Laito-kun!

ー Yui gets up and runs towards the door

Laito: Eh!? H-Hold up! Bitch-chan!?

Where are you going without me!? Hey, are you listening!?

ー Laito is taken away

*Thud*

Yui: ( Laito-kun, I’m sorry...! )

( Things really did go south after choosing Laito-kun as my bodyguard...! )

...Either way, I should probably head to the castle, huh?

( I should be able to pull that off somehow! )

ー She leaves the cafe

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says ‘it is just me and Bitch-chan...’, but since there is a set phrase in English to use when entering a cafe/restaurant and ask for a table of (amount) of people, I used that instead.

(2) 席を外す or ‘seki o hazusu’ is a common phrase in Japanese to say that you’re going somewhere real quick. (E.g. to the toilet, etc.)

(3) Literally she says that their stares are ‘painful’. Of course, this does not mean an actual physical pain, but it is making her uncomfortable.

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 1

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 3]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ AYATO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ SUBARU ]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ YUMA ]

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #vandead carnival #diabolik lovers translation #mblaitochapter2

[ruewrites]

More than Friends?

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 2640

Warnings: None

Request from: larii_cipher (AO3)

The brothers knew when Solomon spent the night, it was hard to not notice honestly. Asmo wasn’t exactly quiet when he brought someone home.On more than one occasion one of the brothers found themselves pounding on his door asking him to keep it down (not that it did much). In more recent centuries Asmo had been going home with other people. Maybe all of his brothers’ interruptions had gotten to him, or maybe it had been the long conversation he’d had with Lucifer.

The one exception to the rule was Solomon. Solomon usually spent the night at Lamentation when RAD was in session. It wasn’t an unusual sight. After all, he’d had a pact with their brother for millenia. Of course they were friends with benefits. No one was surprised about that.

What did surprise them was when Solomon came down that morning. Plopping himself down at the breakfast table, he ran his fingers through his bedhead and offered the brothers a tired good morning. Before anyone could ask him anything, Asmodeus came tumbling down the stairs. He was much more put together than the sorcerer and had a comb in hand.

“You could at least let me fix your hair! It’s almost as messy as Mammon’s.”

“Oi! My hair’s always just the way I want it!” Mammon interjected.

Asmo rolled his eyes and started combing through Solomon’s hair. His morning hair was cute, but it certainly wasn’t presentable to the outside world. Besides, something as adorable as a sleepy Solomon should be reserved for his eyes only!

Solomon groaned and tried to push the comb away. “Asmodeus, please. Let me have my coffee first,” he mumbled.

Before Asmo could whine any further, Lucier cleared his throat. He certainly hadn’t remembered Solomon coming over, nor did he remember him spending the night. Even if it was someone he knew, he had talked to Asmo about sneaking others into Lamentation. Especially when said guest spent the night. Asmo shrunk back, but only slightly as his attention turned to Lucifer. He knew.

“Asmodeus,” his voice was even and stern. Yes he knew Solomon, but that didn’t change the fact that Asmo had broken rules he’d set in place. “I certainly wasn’t aware we had a guest.”

All eyes were on Asmo now as he quickly searched for an answer to give the eldest.  His face had paled, and if he had had any appetite to begin with this morning it was most certainly gone now. Lucifer’s fingers drummed rhythmically against the table as he waited. His energy was nothing short of dangerous. But before he could utter a word, Solomon stepped it.

“I’m afraid it was my fault,” he said, voice unwavering, “I hadn’t meant for Asmodeus to break any rules you set in place. We had a little project to work on, and some studying, it took longer than I anticipated. I apologize.”

Lucifer  and Solomon held eye contact for a moment. The eldest leaned back in his chair and folded his hands, looking at the pair through lowered eyes. “ Studying hm? ” he asked, raising an eyebrow, “Just studying?”

“ And a project,” Solomon reminded, Asmodeus still remaining uncharacteristically quiet by his side.

“Well then,” he directed his attention back to his younger brother, “Studying and working on a project instead of participating in your usual activities? Well done Asmodeus, I’m proud of you.”

Asmodeus let out a visible sigh of relief as his normal glow returned to his being. Lucifer’s praise was rare, and it certainly wasn’t something to take for granite! “Oh! Thank you Lucifer!” he chirped, smile stretching from ear to ear, “Solomon was a big help last night! I don’t think we’ll get anything less than high marks!”

“However,” Lucifer stopped Asmo in his tracks, “I will be notified the next time there is even the slightest potential of anyone, including Solomon, being with you after hours. Especially if they spend the night. Understood?”

“...Yes, Lucifer…”

The rest of breakfast went rather smoothly. Asmo was back to his chattering self and soon Solomon was occasionally joining in with discussion with the brothers. Mostly he stuck to chatting with Satan and Levi. Solomon and Satan often swapped books with each other, and he often participated in Levi’s nerdier activities. Lately though, Asmo had been popping up more and more wherever Solomon was. No matter which brother he was with, Asmo would find him. Sure Asmo was a little clingy, but this was a bit much, even for him. After his third cup of coffee, Solomon even let Asmo fix his hair a little bit, which made the demon more than happy. After everyone had settled down, and Beel shoveled away the rest of the food down his mouth, Asmo stood. His arms were wrapped firmly around Solomon’s who was dragged up with him.

“Well, we’re gonna head out for the day! We have quite a few errands to run!” Asmo sang, snuggling ever closer into Solomon’s side.

All Solomon could do was chuckle, “I thought you said you just wanted to go look at some cute clothes-”

“Anyways we won’t be back till late! Buh bye!”

******

“You guys don’t honestly believe that bullshit Asmo was spoutin earlier, do ya?” Mammon asked with a huff and leaning back in his chair. It was a rare day when a few of the brothers had gotten together just to hang out. Or rather, it was an odd day where they were consumed so much so by their boredom, that they all decided to go out, and there was nothing that could cure boredom quite like a trip out to town. Mammon was still replaying breakfast in his head. There was absolutely no way they were just studying . “I can’t believe Lucifer believed ‘em. Solomon and Asmo just studying ? Hah! I don’t believe it.”

Satan nodded, albeit a little reluctantly. “He does seem to be acting a bit attached . Even for Asmo. Levi, has he been inserting himself into your times with Solomon as well?”

Levi huffed and slumped back into his chair. “Don’t even get me started ! I was trying to show Solomon this new show that just came out, we’d been keeping up with the mangas, and the next thing I know Asmo is in my room and on his lap. Fml could he be more of a normie? Like I couldn’t even look at the two of them! Ugh,” he groaned shaking his head, face hidden in his hands.

“Asmo has to be breakin a few of dearest older brother’s rules with Solomon. Like, they gotta be friends with benefits right?”

“It does seem like something Asmo would do…”

Beel had finally looked up from his burger. He wasn’t really participating in his brothers’ gossiping, but he did seem to notice something just beyond them. He tilted his head to one side, then the other. “I’m no expert,” he said in between bites, “But that looks like a little more than just friends with benefits to me.”

The older three turned around to follow where Beel was looking only to see the duo. They were coming out of a little candy shop on the corner. Asmo rummaged around in the bag for a moment before pulling out a bon bon and placing it against Solomon’s mouth. They could all hear the squeal of delight that left him as Solomon brought the candy into his mouth. He gave his nod of approval before sliding one arm around Asmo’s waist and pulling him close to his side. Asmo’s excited chatter getting softer the farther they went down the sidewalk.

The duo had been entirely oblivious to the five brothers sitting across the street from them.

“Blehg,” Levi gagged, “And here I thought Solomon wasn’t a normie at all…”

“I mean that could just be Asmo-” Satan chimed in.

“But Solomon also made a move,” Beel added.

Belphie moved slightly and opened his eyes, “Who cares ? If Asmo and Solomon want to be weird that’s their problem.”

All of them were silent for a moment. Normally this wouldn’t matter. Normally they would chalk it up to Asmo being clinging and wanting Solomon’s attention.

“We could follow them.. Ya know, just ta make sure the ever shady Solomon doesn’t have anything up his sleeves,” Mammon said slowly. Each head around the table seemed to perk up with interest. It was a slow day…

“Well we should hurry if we don’t wanna lose ‘em, right?”

******

This little trip seemed to be more than clothes shopping. Asmo did try on an ungodly amount of outfits to show off to Solomon. Each time he would twist and twirl around waiting for the man’s approval before changing once more. Some outfits seemed to catch Solomon’s eye more than others. Every now and again Asmo would come out with matching outfits or pajamas and hold them out rather excitedly. Sometimes he would giggle, hiding something he’d already bought behind his back in a bag.

“Well this is boring,” Belphie huffed, leaning against Beel’s back, “Isn’t this what Asmo always does when he goes out shopping? He’s just showing off and looking for-”

“Shh,” Levi huffed, “They might say something that gives them away.”

“Gives what away?” the youngest growled, looking down at Levi from his perch on Beel’s back, “Like I said, if they want to be weird together that’s their problem.”

“Is he getting anything special? Anything that looks fancy?” Satan asked, turning towards Mammon.

He shook his head, “Nah, just… Normal stuff, unless there’s something good in the bags he has. Oh wait!”

Mammon pointed down at one of the bags on the floor. It was a light shade of green and wrapped up in all sorts of fancy ribbons. It was a small bag, but tall. Golden cursive letters curled around the front.

“That’s some real fancy demonus they got right there. Like the good, expensive stuff,” Mammon grinned, eyes locked on the bag, “Worth a pretty grimm.”

“Chocolates and demonus?” Satan mused, mirroring Mammon’s grin, “Perhaps Asmo has another study night planned.”

If that wasn’t damning enough, Asmo held up his finger, whispering something quickly toSolomon before quickly typing something onto his D.D.D. Each of the brothers’ devices buzzes with a single notification from their group chat.

Asmo: Won’t be at dinner tonight, I have some very important plans that require my absolute attention. Try to have fun without me 💖

With that, Asmo started to pick up some of his bags and waited for Solomon before they left once more. The brothers waited for a bit before exiting the store after them. Honestly it was a miracle they hadn’t been caught yet. Maybe it was due to how caught up Asmo seemed to be with Solomon. It was difficult to hear what he was chattering about without getting closer, but they couldn’t risk getting caught. The celestial realm knew the hell Asmo would raise if he discovered that his brothers were snooping in his life. The pair stopped and checked the time before  hailing a driver.

Then they were gone.

*****

The twins departed from the other three almost as soon as they got home. Belphie was quite clear about his disinterest in whatever was going on between his brother and Solomon, and Beel felt a growing discomfort at following Asmo around the way they were.

So, the remaining three brothers waited patiently for Asmo’s return. The front door opening and closing was followed by giggles and hushed whispers, and then feet quickly running up the stairs. They waited for a moment, then two, then three.

Nothing…

Asmodeus wasn’t one to be quiet. Perhaps it was a ruse of sorts? Them pretending to come home only to disappear somewhere else? It was possible, especially if Asmo was trying to pull one over on Lucifer.

Creeping upstairs, the brothers stood outside of Asmo’s door. They all stood completely still, waiting for something, anything… But nothing came.

“Do… Do we go in?” Levi asked, looking from Satan to Mammon, “I mean… It’s possible that they’re not there… Isn’t it?”

Mammon placed his ear against the door as Satan shook his head, “It’s still Asmo’s room. I don’t think-”

“ Shhhhhh ,” Mammon hissed, “I think I hear somethin.”

“Wait really? What is it? I want to hear!”

Soon, all three were pressed up closely to the door. Unfortunately, Asmo’s door wasn’t shut properly, and the three went tumbling into Asmo’s room. They were greeted by a yelp and the scent of vanilla candles all around the room, as well as a glare from Asmo. Both Solomon and Asmo were currently on his bed. Demonus poured into glasses, and both chocolates and bagsfrom Ristorante Six were around them as they were curled close together. Honestly, Asmo didn’t look too threatening with one of Solomon’s shirts and a blanket wrapped around him, but his anger was still present.

A well manicured finger reached out to pause the movie they were watching. “ What are you doing ?” he huffed, eyes narrowing in on his brothers.

“What are you doing? Ow! Levi watch it!” Mammon hastily stood up and put his hands on his hips.

“What am I doing? What am I doing?! ” Asmo shrieked, “You mean my date ? Is that what you’re asking about? My date, with my boyfriend, in my room?”

“Date?” Levi chirped.

“Boyfriend?” Satan asked looking at Solomon.

Mammon took a moment, gears turning in his head as he met Asmo’s glare. Then it seemed to occur to him. “Oh… So you two aren’t just fucking?”

Asmo groaned and hid his face with one of his pillows, “ You moron .”

Solomon coughed and spoke up, “No… No we aren’t. Asmodeus, have you honestly not told your brothers?”

“I thought it was obvious!”

The whine made Solomon chuckle, and he carefully ran his fingers through what was visible of Asmo’s strawberry-blonde locks.

“So, you two weren’t studying last night?” Satan asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Oh no, we were studying. This little date is actually a celebration for a job well done,” Solomon said, motioning to the scenery around them, “We haven’t been able to have a proper date night in a while. So if you wouldn’t mind-”

“Say no more!”

“Ugh, I’m done with this gross normie stuff.”

Satan grabbed one of Mammon’s arms, and Levi the other and dragged his dumbfounded self out of the room.  Solomon used a bit of magic to close the door tightly before pulling the pillow off of Asmo’s face.

“I just want one nice date! Solomon don’t you see how mean they are to me?” Asmo whined, pouting up at Solomon. Solomon chuckled and scooped Asmo up into his lap and kissed his forehead.

“We could have had a date sooner , if a certain someone hadn’t insisted on more kisses and attention when we were supposed to be working.”

He kissed Asmo’s lips before he could pout any further and held him there until he felt him relax. Thin arms  wrapped around his neck, and Solomon reached out to unpause the cheesy move they had only half been paying attention to.

“You did at least tell Lucifer that I’d be staying over yes?” he asked when Asmo pulled away, “I would hate for you to get punished and tied up because of me.”

“You usually don’t complain when I’m tied up darling.”

“You know what I mean.”

Asmo hummed and snuggled closer, eyes falling back onto the movie and popping another chocolate into his mouth. He was allowed to have some sweets when he was on a date. “I did, I sent him a text message when we went out. So he should know.”

“Good, that means we can have a nice little date without worry,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around Asmo tightly and leaning in for another kiss.

#solodeus #soloasmo #asmosolo #asmodeus x solomon #obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[petitelepus]

Shattering the Magnus? Part 6

Sentinel is being stupid and you get invited to a party.

WARNING: Water torture and drowning!

He could feel it, Sentinel could feel your gaze on him and you weren't even trying to hide it. You were sitting on the couch, nursing a cube of high-grade while he was dusting some Decepticon propaganda figurines on the shelves. The Autobot growled by himself. You had been ignoring his fueling so it was no wonder that Sentinel felt weak and fatigue. He hadn't noticed it before, but his hands were starting to shake because of lack of oil.

"My little Magnus!" You called and Sentinel growled under his breath at his nickname as he looked at you over his shoulder. You smiled at him and waved your empty cube in his direction. "I'm out of high-grade. Would you be a doll and fill my cube?"

What did you keep him as, your toy, servant, slave? But Sentinel did as he was told, putting down his duster before taking your cube and walking to the charging station. He opened a cabinet but he had to stand on his tippytoes so he could reach the blue glowing drink.

Once he got it he filled your cube and put the bottle down on the counter... but he didn't move. The blue liquid glimmered in the room's light and he was tempted to take a sip. You wouldn't notice a couple of sips missing, wouldn't you?

Suddenly arms wrapped around his midsection and Sentinel nearly jumped out of his armor. You rested your helm on his shoulder and giggled drunkenly. "You smell so good...!"

"F- Frag off!" Sentinel snapped and out of instinct pulled his elbow away and tried to jab the tip of his elbow into your gut but you caught him with your clawed hand with ease. The Autobot grunted, trying to pull his arm away from you, but you held on tight. You chuckled and flicked your split glossa over his cheek, tickling him.

"Resisting and trying to assault your owner?" You chuckled darkly, "You could get whipped for less...!"

Sentinel bit his lip nervously. He hadn't thought that through and he wasn't ready to see if you actually had a whip because by the content of your sex dungeon you had one if not multiple. The blue bot turned nervous and you cackled at his distress.

"Would you like it? Do you want to be whipped?" You asked, knowing damn well that Sentinel didn't enjoy pain one bit. If anything, the pain was the biggest turn off for him. All of sudden you let go of him and took a step back. The blue bot immediately whipped around to face you and you grinned innocently but he knew better than to trust in your false security.

"Now that I think about it, you haven't fueled for a couple of days, am I right?" You wondered out loud and Sentinel watched how your crimson optics shrank into slits. He had learned that it was never a good sign. You stepped right in front of him and Sentinel braced himself for the worst but you just reached over his helm to pick a small canister from the shelf.

You cracked the canister open and he could smell oil's delicious aroma drifting from there. Without wasting any time you placed the mouth of the canister over your lips and took a long gulp of oil. Sentinel grounded his denta together and his hand immediately went to hold his stomach that twisted in hunger.

When you finally pulled back you sighed out loud and licked your lips. "Scarp, this is some good oil! Would you like some? Some of this sweet rich oil?"

Sentinel didn't trust his voice, mainly because he wanted to give you piece of his mind, so he just nodded. Your smile was pleasant as you reached over him for a cube, but it wasn't a cube you picked but a bowl. You marched to another room, put the bowl down, and filled it to brim with oil. You turned and smiled at your slave. "Bon appetite."

"You don't expect me to eat off the floor like some mutt!?" Sentinel snapped accidentally and quickly shut his mouth. He expected you to snap at him, but you just smiled wider. "Talking back to your owner? Well, I can imagine it would be rather humiliating to eat from the floor..."

Sentinel felt relief rush over him, but he should have known how you work by now. Your crimson optics glimmered as you snapped your fingers and Sentinel's own voice echoed in the apartment. The Autobot recognized the voices as the ones he had made during the last session when you made him masturbate in front of multiple cameras. The oil in his cables burned as your cruel smile grew wider.

"But unless you eat from the floor, this video will be sent to every civilian and Decepticon owner who has an Autobot who to show their leader pleasing himself in embarrassing lingerie. So...?" You pointed at the bowl. "Eat?"

Sentinel was fuming but between having the embarrassing video of him published and having to eat off the floor like some common mutt, the choices were clear. Having his whole reputation flushed down the drains or eat like an animal. After holding onto his pride for one whole minute he kneeled on the ground and looked into the bowl. He could faintly see his own reflection and he was just about to take a sip when suddenly his face was slammed into the bowl.

The bot screamed into the oil and immediately started struggling, his arms flailing like crazy and his legs kicking out. You laughed as you grounded the heel of your pede into the back of your slave's helm.

"Now now my Magnus! You were so hungry, weren't you, so why aren't you eating!?" You cackled manically and pushed Sentinel's face even further into the bowl. The oil in the bowl splashed on the floor as the bot struggled and finally, you lifted your pede off from him so he could raise his helm. Sentinel was gasping for air and hacking as oil burned his intake while you just smiled at him.

"Now you know better than to raise your hand against me." You giggled and you were about to go retrieve your high-grade when you stopped.

"Oh, and guess what my little Magnus? We got invited to Lord Megatron's high-class party!" You cheered excitedly and Sentinel felt the oil in his cables freeze. You continued, "Everyone who is someone is going to be there! Shockwave, Lugnut, Blitzwing, they are all there and they are bringing their Autobots! Aren't you excited to show off to your little Autobot friends...?"

Sentinel was frozen in horror. That was the worst scenario he could think of. What would Optimus and others say if they saw Sentinel as he was now? But no, Optimus and others must have had it worse and the simple fact that Sentinel was going to see how miserable they were was enough to make him feel smug again.

So bring it, he would march in there and laugh at Optimus' and his team's misery!

#tfa #transformers animated #transformers #sentinel prime #sentinel #reader #reader insert #writing #my writing #story #my story #water torture #torture #slavery

[spahhzy]

'Myosotis' Ch. 7 'Pursued by memories'

---

Pitter patter

Rain?

Pitter patter

Rain.

She could feel the rain dousing her...but how could that be she was in her home warm and safe with her family and Jaune...right?

Opening her silver eyes only proved her wrong.

She was no longer in patch at her home.

She was now sitting on the grassy field of a familiar mountain cliff.

One that over looked Beacon.

Her and Jaune's favorite spot.

But...why was she here? And if so where was Jau-

A violent cough disrupted that train of thought as she looked down and her silver eyes met murky blue ones.

Darkness.

Pitter Patter

Screaming.

Pitter Patter

More Screaming.

Pitter patter

It was all that she could hear.

Stop.

Pitter patter

Just stop!

Why was she feeling so sad?

Make it stop!

Stop what?

Pitter patter

It hurts... come back please.

What hurts? Who must come back?

The damn rain just keeps going, uncaring even if she couldn't feel the rain now.

Why you...please come back to me...

Why who? Who are you talking about!?

Pitter Patter

Come back to me...I love you!

Who damn it!?

I love you Jau-

Eye's snapped open again and Ruby realized she was no longer on the cliffside but she was now on the 'J.Ironwood Bridge'. It was night and the full moon was out. Mist was beginning to rise from the ravine below covering the bridge and obstructingher view. Worst of all. It was still raining.

Why was she here?

What the hell was going on?

"Ruby come on we are at the other side of the bridge waiting on you!" That was Yang!

"Ruby!" Yes yang I hear you! Moving towards the direction of the sound she walked carefully.

"Ruby?" I'm almost their Yang hold your Beowulf!

"Ruby!?" I can hear you just fine Yang no need to shout! Ruby stopped a bit as her outstretched hand managed to grab on to something metal.

"RUBY!!" That was Blake and Weiss now, what were they doing here?

"STOP DON'T DO THIS!" Nora? Wait if she was here that means the rest of Team JNPR was here right? Which means Jaun-wait Stop what? Why was Nora crying?

"Please Ruby, he wouldn't want this!" spoke the distressed voice of Ren as he too trying to hold in tears.

Who wouldn't want this? What are you talking about Ren?

"Just come back Ruby, your gonna be okay" Spoke Pyrrha she was crying as well.

Did they have mission together?

Funny she can't seem to recall this.

Why did they sound frightened?

And what did Pyrrha mean by 'Your gonna be okay' she was fine. nothing was wrong.

The mist started to lift.

And her silver eyes widened in confusion as she looked to see the rest of WBY and NPR running to her before turning her head forward. Only to see the horizon.

Here eye's widened in horror as she looked down to the ravine below. Hearing the raging river hundreds of feet down.

She was on the edge of the bridge.

W-wh-whats going on.

Fear gripped at her body and she found she had lost all control of her own body.

Why was she here?

Pitter Patter

Why was this happening?

"Ruby"

What's going on?

Her body started moving on it's own. Over the edge.

Stop!

"Ruby"

But her body just kept going.

STOP!

"RUBY!"

Closer and closer she got. Each step she took just made her more desperate.

Pitter patter

Her arms reached out as if she was trying to grab something.

PLEASE STOP!

View of the horizon changed to the ravine below. And she realized in that moment.

She was falling.

Falling and falling.

Eye's closed she waited for the end.

This was it. She was going to die.

Where was her knight? Where was her Jaune to save her?

"RUBY WAKE UP!"

Silver eye's opened up just in time for her to smack into a white glyph.

Darkness.

*Real World*

Ruby awoke startled, to ocean eyes with blond hair staring at her.

Jaune was looking at her in concern.

"You okay Ruby? You were having a nightmare again?" Ruby was breathing heavily and looking around the room. It was her room. She was home.

She looked at Jaune and nodded. Jaune just moved into her bed and hugged her.

"It will be okay rubes, your gonna be fine" he told her running his hand through her hair as she sighed in contentment all the fear and dread escaping her.

After a few minutes Jaune let go of his hug, much to the dismay of the rose.

"Come on! Its breakfast time. I'll make you a mean pancake and eggs with some strawberries on the side!" That earned him what he called a 'pleased rose noise' from ruby as he laughed before going from the bed and opening the door and walking out.

Ruby just sighed happily as she lifted her left hand an gazed at the engagement ring on her finger.

"Gonna get out bed anytime soon sis" spoke a voice Ruby looked over to see Yang leaning against the doorway smiling at her.

"Yeah Jaunes making breakfast so I'll be down in just a few minutes" she said as she got out of bed and started stretching.

"Oh and what is Jaune cooking today?" Asked Yang curiously to which Ruby smiled

"Pancakes, Eggs and Strawberries" Yang chuckled at her sister's enthusiasm.

"Hey Yang"

"Yeah Ruby?"

"Have I ever tried killing myself?" Yang choked on the air she breathed for a second.

"No? Why would you say that Ruby?" Asked the older sister.

"Its just...I had that nightmare again the one where I am on the bridge" She asked as she was stretching to which Yang chewed on her lip.

"No Ruby...you've never tried"She said as Ruby heard from down stairs Jaune calling out "Breakfast Crater Face!"

"Coming Vomit boy!" Putting on her regular attire she walked past Yang before turning around.

"Are we all on for the family dinner trip into Vale still?" Ruby asked her older sister to which she nodded.

"Yep all of us, You, me, mom and dad" "and Jaune" Ruby said to which Yang agreed "yeah and Jaune too" She smiled at Ruby before walking past her "Come on let's see how good Loverboys pancakes really are!"

They both made their way down to the kitchen to be treated to a sight of the dinner table with 5 plates full of pancakes, bacon, eggs and strawberries.

Both Yang and Ruby were drooling at the sight.

"Well ladies? Bon appetit!" Said Jaune in a french accent as Ruby ran straight to her chair and started scarfing down her plate. Yang soon followed suite. Jaune laughed at seeing the sisters enjoy the food.

"Mhenk beb" said Ruby chewing her food too which Yang nodded her head.

"Do I hear my little Rose and Sunny Dragon in here?" Came the voice of Taiyang as he walked in to the kitchen to which both Ruby and Yang groaned.

"Hey dad! Where's mom?" Ruby questioned

"Right here!" Which startled the red reaper she felt her mother's hand on her shoulder.

" sorry sweetie couldn't resist!" Summer teased as she sat next to her daughter while Tai sat next to Yang.

"Dig in guys Jaune made breakfast today" Ruby said pointing to Jaune in the seat next to her.

Jaune just blushed and smiled "ah it was nothing happy to cook for my little roooose" he teased her and Ruby just blushed.

Summer and Tai looked at the seat next to her for a split second

"Why thanks Jaune we really appreciate you! " Tai said and Summer nodded taking a bite out of the strawberry.

"Our daughter is lucky to have you" she said and Ruby smiled but looked at Jaune now in confusion.

"Hey you aren't going to eat?" She asked " Naw I ate a few hours before you woke up from your nightmare so I'm all good" he told her with a smile, finding the answer acceptable she went back to her pancakes and strawberries.

Everyone was enjoying their breakfast.

She looked at Yang who was telling mom and dad about what good restaurants in Vale they could hit up.

Tai was recommending a backyard cookout so he could finally show off his skills in grilling, while Summer listened and laughed.

Ruby looked at Jaune, who looked back at her with a smile.

Today was going to be a great day she could just feel it!

It's going to be a great day guys! Can't you feel the joy?

#jaune arc #ruby x jaune #lancaster #rwby lancaster #lie ren #yang xiao long

[mydarlingvioletine]

Just a Puppy Crush - Chapter Thirteen Ship(s): Violet/Clementine, Louis/Aasim, Ruby/Brody Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

author’s note: finally introducing one of my favorite boyos into this au!! sorry for the late update i hope you like it!

Just on the outskirts of the school, there was a patch of land that Violet had always overlooked, chalking it up as nothing.

        Turns out it was the community garden.

Clementine had pointed it out to her on their way to the corner store, and abruptly remembered that she had to check on her bok-choy and spinach plants.

       Violet waited patiently at the entrance, not noticing Clementine’s expression turn from tentative to mischievous. She turned her head just in time to see Clem reaching over a small fence, plucking a flower from another garden plot.

“Dude, isn’t that someone else’s?” Violet stammered, as Clementine rose to her feet and tucked the red flower behind Violet’s ear. “Can’t you get in trouble for that?”

      Clementine pursed her lips, tugging at the collar of Violet’s jacket with a smirk. “You’re the one who has a shirt that literally says ‘Be gay, do crime’.”

Still bashful from Clem adjusting her collar, Violet huffed and crossed her arms. “Never said I was a role model.”

        Clementine beamed before shutting the gate behind them, and interlocking her fingers with Violet’s. “Don’t worry, they’re Javi’s brothers’ flowers. That guy is kind of a dick, so I don’t feel bad. Child support dodging asshole.”

With a weak smile, Violet walked alongside Clem beside the road, kicking the occasional pebble that she saw.

      “Plus, I don’t think anyone could be that mad if they saw how cute you look.” Clementine chided, happily humming when she saw the deep pink flush across Violet’s face.

Fighting every instinct to bury her face in her hands, her smile became wobbly. “I’m not - I’m not fucking cute. Cute is for puppies and... babies.”

        Clementine huffed, swinging their intertwined fingers back and forth between them. “Fine. Beautiful, then.”

Violet groaned with exaggeration, trying to throw the attention off of the blush she couldn’t control. Being pale sucks when it comes to stuff like that.

      Clem held the door to the front of the shop open for Violet, and a cool breeze met her, along with some borderline emo pop music.

“Benny boy! How’s your shift going?” Clem hoisted herself up onto a bar stool beside the counter top, and swung her legs as she smiled at the lanky teenager at the cash register.

        “Well, this fucking terrifying lady just left about five minutes ago. Textbook definition of a scary soccer mom.” Ben murmured, pushing back his mess of shaggy back hair to glance at Violet. “She was even taller than me. Like, nobody’s taller than me.”

“Glad to see your ego is still intact.” Clementine giggled, patting the stool next to her for Violet to sit down on. Ben smiled wearily, eyes dancing between the two girls. “Did you get Larry to fix up the milkshake machine?”

         Ben softly shook his head, and took two large glasses from table behind him and set them under the spout. “Cheap bastard didn’t do shit. I got it fixed out of my own pocket. So, what can I get for you guys?”

“Two taco bags, puh-lease!” Clem sang out, digging the twenty dollar bill out of her pocket and slapping it on the counter. “Oh, Vi. What flavor do you want?”

       “Flavor?” Violet scrunched up her nose at the question, and Ben pressed a couple of different Doritos bags towards them. “Oh, uh... the best flavor.”

“A woman after my own heart,” Clem swooned dramatically, leaning back in her seat. “That’ll be two bags of Cool Ranch.”

     Violet guffawed and shook her head at the notion. “What? No. I said best flavor, Nacho Cheese.”

Ben beamed, and grabbed the bag from a shocked Clementine, who then crossed her arms. “At least one of your friends has taste. That kid who almost broke my jukebox by sitting on it went for the Supreme Cheddar. Fucking nasty.”

     “It’s Louis-“ Clem interjected, as Ben rolled his eyes and turned the corner to the kitchen.

Violet tugged her knees to her chest, and focused her gaze on the cheesy cat clock in the corner with big yellow eyes. “You take all your dates here?”

     Clementine blinked rapidly, and went to say something when there was a bang in the kitchen, followed by a “FUCK!”

A disheveled Ben rubbed the back of his head with embarrassment as he came back into the counter area, holding two bags of Doritos with chunks of taco meat and lettuce and cheese in them.

        “Bon appetite.” Ben dramatically bowed, passing the bags to Clem and Violet along with a fork. “Is that it?”

Clementine’s eyes landed on Violet, and she pursed her lips while contemplating. After a couple of seconds, she slammed her hand enthusiastically on the counter.

                   “One chocolate milkshake, please.”

Her eyes landed on Violet, and she cocked an eyebrow, her lips curving into a lopsided smile.

                  “Two straws.”

Violet scoffed to herself as they left with arms full of Gatorades and Doritos. Clem held the milkshake tightly in her hand, the water droplets from the sunlight making it slippery.

      “Louis dragged me along after one of our games. He asked Aasim to show up and watch him, and I guess he really didn’t expect for him to actually show up. But, he did and Louis got all flustered and had me be a third-wheel while they were doing all their mushy gushy shit. Definitely was not a date.” Clem confided.

“Oh,” Violet mulled it over in her head before giggling, letting a vulnerable snort slip out. “I can’t believe Louis is really trying to slip into my relationship shit when he can’t even handle his own. He’s.. so dumb.”

        “Relationship shit?” Clem cooed with curiosity, bumping her shoulder against the taller girls’. “Do tell.”

A rush of heat hit Violet’s face at the feigned obliviousness, and she ducked her head to take a sip out of the red straw from their shared milkshake. “It’s nothing..”

      Clementine was about to press further when the calamity of adults screaming hit their ears. With an eye roll, they quickened their pace back towards the ball game, which had just started.

The chanting from the green team was incoherent until they got closer. The time the words were said, and the wires in Violet’s brain short-circuited, Louis and Marlon had dropped their attention from the game, and looked worriedly at the two.

“Let’s go, Delta Destroyers!”

Violet froze in her tracks and scanned the field. Her eyes landed on an uninterested kid who was crouching down and playing in the grass.

        The kid with the burn scar across the side of his face.

“Vi, you good?” Clementine picked up on her change of mood, and brushed against her to snap her back into reality. “Violet?”

     “I’m okay. I’m - yes. Good.” Violet stammered, her eyes dancing nervously across the crowd that had accumulated around the Delta’s side.

She slumped herself down beside Carley and Lee on the bottom bleacher, and tried to channel her focus on cheering for AJ. But she couldn’t fucking stop looking, checking.

    With a concerned frown, Clementine sat herself down next to Violet, and placed her hand on top of hers. Relaxing at the touch, Violet let out a deep, shaky breath. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Violet gave in, her hands wrapped around the milkshake as if it could soothe the racing thoughts in her mind.

       “The private school, Delta.. I’ve got history with a girl from there. Her brother’s out there. Fuck... I hope she’s not here.”

Confirming her suspicions, a shout from the other side rang out that Violet knew too damn well. She flinched at the familiar tone, and tugged her knees to her chest. “Shit.”

      “Hey, we can ditch this if you want,” Clem offered, tightening her grip on Violet’s hand. “I’m sure Ben wouldn’t mind some company.”

Violet shook her head, and pulled the straw towards her lips. “I’m good. Just haven’t talked to her since the whole thing went down. Was kinda hoping it’d stay that way.”

         Clementine rolled up her sleeve and dramatically flexed, bringing an involuntary smile to Violet’s face as the dork next to her kissed her bicep. “Don’t you worry, my darling. You won’t have to. Let me know if I need to kick some ass. Take some names.”

“Clem,” Carley groaned, reminding them of her presence relatively close to them. “Javi can only let so much pass before you get kicked out again.”

          “Again?” Violet softly elbowed the pouting girl beside her, intrigue in her smile. “What’d you do?”

“I didn’t do anythin-“

        “Threatened to shove a foam finger up the ref’s nose and had to be physically held back by Javier.” Lee interrupted, a glint of pride as he smiled down at his daughter.

“That call was bullshit and you know it.” Clem huffed, crossing her arms and shoving a forkful of taco meat and Dorito chip crumbs into her mouth. “Let’s not forget when you got so mad at a call and you accidentally spilled the entire ice bucket.”

      The domestic moment that she got to be a part of brought a sense of peace to Violet, and she let her shoulders relax with a happy hum as Lee and Clem bickered. She shared a glance with Carley, and they burst into a giggling fit at the sight of their sweethearts squabbling passionately over the dumbest things.

A sharp ‘crack’ interrupted their arguing, and everyone’s eyes landed on AJ, who was holding the bat in disbelief, looking at the ball he’d struck almost over the fence.

       Clementine and Lee pushed up against the fence, cheering incoherently and yelling for him to run as the shocked kid just blinked. He tossed the bat aside, and booked it towards second base.

Looking at the kids mindlessly fucking around in the outfield, his velocity was definitely unnecessary but she’d be damned if it wasn’t adorable.

       “Go, AJ!” Violet rose to her feet, raising the foam finger above her head and cheering as the flustered kid made it to third. “You got this!”

The kid beamed at his fans, and sped towards home, letting himself get low to the ground and slide dramatically on the base.

       Carley and Lee’s cheers were quickly cut off by groans as AJ stood up and dirt and dust was absolutely covering his baseball uniform.

“Not it for laundry tonight!” Clem pressed her finger to her nose, and Lee and Carley followed suit. Confused, Violet glanced between them and reluctantly raised her finger to her nose.

     “Technically, Vi was the last one. She’s on laundry duty.” Clementine beamed, slinging her arm around Violet. “Don’t worry, my dirty underwear will not be included.”

Clementine’s willingness to let her in on family outings and secrets and all that stuff meant so much more to Violet than she let on. When she started catching on to inside jokes and eventually creating ones of her own, a sense of belonging just overflowed all of her senses.

       Lee rolled his eyes, and scoffed. “You really need to take a class or something on the proper way to ask someone out on a date.”

He earned simultaneous punches in the arm from both Clem and Carley.

    Clementine huffed, and sat back in the bleachers, watching as AJ high-fived his teammates. “I volunteer James, then. Bastard ate my Cocoa Pebbles.”

The rest of the game went by pretty quickly. Turns out Delta is all bark and no bite. From her past experiences with their students, Violet would’ve never guessed that they couldn’t back up their smack talk.

      The Delta kids - besides Tenn - begrudgingly shook the hands of the home team, and the players dispersed back to their families.

Violet watched as Tennessee slung a backpack over his shoulder, and hopped over the fence to embrace his older sisters.

         It happened too fast. Minerva’s eyes raised up to meet hers, and she seemed thrown off, standing stiffly before she turned her attention back to her little brother, who’d attached himself to her leg.

Her thoughts were cut off by Louis running up to her and squeezing her tight, even lifting her a couple inches off the ground. Over his shoulder, she saw Clementine beaming, and her face went numb as she shoved the tall dork off of her.

        “I can’t believe you came all this way to see little ol’ me,” Louis feigned a Southern accent that would make Ruby turn in her grave. “You really do love me!”

Violet discretely flipped him off.

     “We still going to the diner? I can give you guys a ride.” Louis offered, eyes flickering down to his watch.

“Oh, fuck yea.” Clem squealed, tugging on Violet’s arm. “I’d take late night pancakes over a fucking casserole any day.”

       “Pancakes sounds amazing right now,” Violet agreed, shuffling her hands into her pockets. “I’m in.”

The four of them walked back to Louis’ car after Clem said goodbye to everyone, and sneak-attack tickled AJ. Marlon glanced at Violet with his bottom lip pursed, and the weight of the flower on her ear suddenly occurred to her.

         “People are really stupid if they eat anything other than breakfast food.” Clementine chirped, earning a collective sigh of agreement from everyone else in the car.

“Onward! To pancakes!” Violet lightly kicked the seat in front of her, causing Louis to twist himself around and wag his finger at her.

            “I will turn this car around, Violet. Don’t you test me.”

“You kinda have to anyway, to get to the diner...” Marlon noted, earning a stern glare from Louis.

      The cheer of the three passengers crying for pancakes was drowned out by Louis aggressively turning up the volume, and shouting along to the Britney Spears lyrics.

#twdg #twdg violet #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg marlon #twdg lee #twdg carley #twdg aj #twdg minerva #twdg tennessee #twdg sophie #twdg javier #violetine #violet/clementine #violentine #loussim #lousim #brody/ruby #twdg tfs #twdg s4 #the walking dead game #take us back #done running #suffer the children #louis/aasim #redd writes #telltale #skybound games

[viranlly]

What To Expect When You’re Not Expecting The Outdoors in Vancouver

in partnership with Tourism Vancouver

It’s no doubt that Vancouver is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Some even named them one of the best cities to live in. Yes, I absolutely agree (I’ve been here 11 years now, somehow). I mean... what’s not to like? Fresh air, the mountains, oceans, and of course, the great outdoors that put Vancouver on the map as a global tourist destination.

But what if, you’re not even remotely interested in the outdoors? *I have to admit, I’m probably the least outdoorsy person out there (don’t @ me!)* Will Vancouver still be enjoyable if one is not planning to go to Capilano bridge or doing the Grouse Grind? 

The answer is yes.

Vancouver is also home to some of the most talented, hard-working and innovative chefs, bartenders, and restauranteurs in the game. Making it a city that’s filled with delicious eats, drinks, and exceptional coffee culture - don’t believe me? Ask Chris Morocco from Bon Appetit Magazine ;) Plus, we are blessed with the bountiful amount of fresh ingredients, whether it’s fruits, veggies, seafood particularly, and even meat.

Every January, the city also hosts the annual Dine Out Vancouver Festival, a culinary festival that invites both locals and visitors to explore and experience what Vancouver has to offer. For the 18th edition of Dine Out Vancouver this year, there will be 318 restaurants participating in this two-week-long festivity. If you’re local, this time of the year is also a fun time to play tourist in your own city - which, I do, occasionally.

While I might not know where Garibaldi lake is on the map, and I definitely don’t know where to go for the best three-day camping trip (not that I want to do that ever), I do know exactly where you should be sipping your martini and eat your world-renowned aburi sushi. You can trust me on that.

Without trying to sound like a know-it-all, here’s how, in my ideal world, I would spend a typical 48 hours in Vancouver. 

8:30 a.m - Ride Cycle Club.

Nothing like starting your morning with a loud, steamy and sweaty spin class. The playlist is always on-point; the instructors, typically with a sexy, raspy voice, definitely gets you going first thing in the morning. There’s so much joy in watching everyone move to the beat, all together. It’s an experience for sure.

10:30 a.m - #dailycortado at Revolver.

If you know me at all, Revolver is practically my morning home base. The rustic, charming, long hallway is usually filled with highly (or soon to be highly) caffeinated individuals, chatting, working, or geeking out about coffee and other stuff (anything from cameras to vintage Rolexes). The menu is simple and straight forward, with beans selection rotating daily -- hence, Revolver. Solid pour-over bar, well-executed, picture-perfect espresso-based bevies too. But this is not the place to order a skinny, two pumps vanilla, one pump hazelnut, caramel macchiato - if that’s even a thing lolz. 

11:30 a.m - Snack and fresh flowers at The Birds & The Beets.

By snack, I mean, a freshly sliced of pillowy yet perfectly crusty sourdough with butter and sea salt - as simple as that. Or do the one with their house-made preserves if you’re fancy. Should you need another jolt of caffeine, their coffee is pretty damn good too. Pick up some fresh flowers on your way out too. ALSO, come back later at night when this cute coffee shop turns into Juicebar,  a natural wine bar where all the cool kids hang out and drink magnums of pet-nat all night.

12:30 p.m - Deep-fried everything tacos at Tacofino Gastown.

It’s problematic how addicting the crispy chicken tacos at Tacofino can be. I’ve had my days when all I ate was variations of this crispy chicken taco: as a burrito, as a ‘salad’ bowl, as a taco again, and repeat. Juicy tender chicken,  pickled veggies, epazote chimichurri, drizzled with buttermilk chili crema - mouthwatering. Their fish tacos are also delicious, it’s, as a matter of fact, their claim to fame, nuff said. You can’t also say no to their nachos, with a glass (or pitcher) of margs, obvs.

2 p.m - Stroll and shop through Gastown.

Drooling over luscious house-plants and Japanese cookware at Old Faithful Shop, selecting new fragrances at Le Labo, I also might as well pick up body balm at Aesop. Oh, and of course, stopping by Roden Gray to see some Thom Browne.

4 p.m - Spritz o’clock at Di Beppe.

Get a table at the cafe to people-watch while drinking bottled, branded Aperol Spritz. It’s an afternoon well spent, you gotta wait til’ 5:30 for happy hour anyways ;)

5:30 p.m - Happy Hour at L’abattoir.

L’abattoir, hands down, has one of the most beautiful bars in the city, with one of the strongest beverage programs too. The cocktails, both original and classic, are always crafted with such passion and precision. The Avocado Gimlet particularly is now a L’abattoir and a Vancouver classic: bright, boozy and herbaceous. Their wine list is a fun one to explore. Whether you’re feeling playful and adventurous, or classic and familiar, the team will find the wine for you. Their happy hour is probably my favorite one in the city: short but sweet. Make sure you make it there 5:30 on the dot to score the highly coveted bar seat (find me in the corner of the bar). You MUST order their iconic baked Pacific oysters, covered in a mountain of foamy truffle-garlic butter. Oh! and the pan-fried sweetbreads on toast is unforgettably delicious. L’abbatoir Dine Out menu can be found here.

7 p.m - Dinner at PiDGin.

One of a few restaurants in Vancouver that figured out how to perfectly marry the east and the west. An Asian-inspired menu, by the way of French cooking, using the freshest ingredients from the Pacific North West. Every dish is always a burst of flavours: rich and indulging without being pretentious. The umami-filled Foie Gras rice bowl is one of the most drool-worthy dishes. So uniquely, and iconically Pidgin. It’s a dish that has stood the test of time and has been there since the restaurant opened its’ doors six years ago now. Their beverage program is also focused on showcasing Asian spirits and flavours: numerous Japanese whisky, craft cocktails, and an impressive sake library. Explore Pidgin six-course Dine Out menu here.

10:30 p.m - Nightcap at Botanist.

I’ve talked about Botanist a lot, and I mean, a lot. While they’re still relatively new, they managed to sky-rocket their way to the top of the restaurant scene. With their award-winning bar team and innovative bar menu, it’s no surprise that Botanist is one of the best bars in the country. Sitting at the bar, sipping Botanist martini, while geeking out about cocktails and spirits is always a fun way to end the night. Botanist martini is an ideal nightcap: boozy, velvety, and obviously tasty. It’s like a vesper that gets an elegant Fairmont makeover, with a Pacific North West influence. This year, Botanist is hosting a Punch Brunch as part of Dine Out Vancouver AND to kick off Vancouver Cocktail Week next year. So exciting!

Day 2

10 a.m - Breakfast at Nemesis.

A hip and happening coffee shop with an impressive brunch menu and delectable baked goods. Of course, the coffee is stellar, and the space is beautiful with bright lights streaming through the windows. Their brunch and pastries, however, have been stealing the show for quite some time now. If you’re in Gastown, the cauliflower hash and the steak and egg are essential. If you happen to be across the bridge, the burrata and scrambled eggs on croissant loaf and is to-die-for. Not to forget their dreamy, kinda fancy croissants (think about Reuben sandwich, strawberry cheesecake in the form of croissant kind of fancy). Oh, and both of their cookies: the insanely luscious classic chocolate chip and the updated ferrero-esque cookie sandwich are worth crossing the bridge for.

12.30 p.m - Aburi lunch at Miku.

If there’s that one place I usually take visitors for the sake of impressing them, it’s Miku. It’s probably one of the most well-known Vancouver restaurants that even Beyonce was spotted dining there. The menu is unique. The world-famous aburi sushi is iconic. And the seafood? It doesn’t get any fresher than what Miku offers. Let’s not forget the multi-million dollar waterfront view, overlooking the harbour and North Vancouver. Their sister restaurant Minami is doing a Dine Out Lunch special too, by the way.

2:30 p.m - Nap.

It’s absolutely necessary.

5:30 p.m - Dinner at Como Taperia.

Oh what an exciting time when Como finally opened its’ doors in Mount Pleasant last year! The premise? A no-fuss-no-muss Spanish tapas restaurant with vibrant food, fabulous Gin and Tonics, and unbeatable conservas list. The room has been buzzing with people since day one - until recently they placed second on Enroute Magazine Best new restaurant. Even more people are now trying to get in to Como. The foie burger is simply a must, and so is the crispy eggplant, drizzled with honey. The oxtail, pepper and frites is so tenderly delicious. They’re also doing fun happy hour starting at 4, offering free tapas- just like they do in Spain. Drink the El Bandarra vermut on tap while munching on the tapa, or make sure to check out their daily tortilla feature.

8 p.m - Cocktails at Hawksworth’s Bar.

Hawksworth is probably as swanky as a Vancouver restaurant can get. While the dining room is very much upscale and can be intimidating, the cocktail bar is lively and chic. Again, get a spot at the bar and start with the Hotel Georgia Cocktail: bright, juicy and refreshing, inspired by the historic hotel itself. If you’re feeling extra fancy, they have a ‘from the vault’ menu that features classic cocktails made with vintage, extremely rare spirits.

10:30 p.m - A burger and nightcap at Pourhouse.

Located in the charming water street, Pourhouse is a cocktail bar nestled in one of Gastown’s historic buildings. The room itself is very old-school America in the prohibition era - luxurious, charming and welcoming. The menu is fairly simple but everything is well-executed. The Pourhouse burger is particularly memorable. I’ve vouched for this burger as the best one in town over and over again - no, I don’t want to argue with anyone on this. Classic cocktails are always crafted so meticulously here: Manhattan, Boulevardier, or a cognac Sazerac. You can’t go wrong with any (or all) of them. Their Dine Out menu this year is outstanding and really showcase what the team can do in the kitchen.

Well, that’s one hell of a list for y’all. I surely hope this helps with planning your delicious next trip to Vancouver! 

Discover the full list of restaurants participating in this year’s Dine Out Vancouver Festival here!

See y’all in the 604 soon!

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[sevenfists]

drawerfic #2: hockey hugs

I wrote this for @werebeary more than a year ago; we were very emotional about all of Sid and Geno’s bench hugs during the 2017 Cup run. I think I might have cannibalized parts of this for “All the Way Through” if anything seems oddly familiar. 3.5k, there’s some hanky-panky in here but nothing explicit.

1. February 19

Sid wasn’t an emotional guy, but all the business with his thousandth point was getting him pretty worked up: the crowd screaming, his parents crying—his dad crying. All of the stuff his teammates said about him to reporters. It was just a lot to deal with. And then, when he thought it was mostly finished, there was a pre-game ceremony in the locker room, the team core waiting to present him with a golden stick.

Fuck. He was definitely going to get choked up, and someone was definitely going to catch it on film.

He hugged Kuni and Tanger, who he had known for so long that they were basically family, and Flower, who was family, and who Sid was going to lose. He was so distracted by that thought that he forgot about Geno.

“Hey! Give me a hug,” Geno said, joking but also not.

Well: okay.

In hockey, a hug meant nothing.

No, that wasn’t true: it meant you were teammates, and you liked and trusted each other. You shared big joys and big sorrows. You were friends, or at least you got along well enough and maybe went to each other’s houses from time to time for a cookout or to watch football. You hugged on the ice, shamelessly; you hugged in the locker room, but those hugs were more reserved, a quick arm around the shoulders and a pat on the back, or a clasp of the hands and a bump of the shoulders. There were rules about all of this, even though nobody ever talked about them. During games, all bets were off, but the rest of the time, you still had to act like men.

Geno knew the rules, but he liked to bend them. Everyone let him get away with it, because who knew what kind of weird shit they got up to in Russia? And Geno had a special talent for making everything seem like a joke.

But it was still weird when he asked Sid for a hug.

Not weird: awkward. The hug itself was awkward, and that was weird. Sid had been hugging Geno for a decade. They’d had plenty of practice. There was no reason for it be awkward, but—it was.

Geno hugged him again in the locker room after the game. They had lost, which usually put a damper on things, but Geno approached Sid anyway, shirtless and sweaty, and wrapped him in a bear hug.

“G, you smell terrible,” Sid said, his words muffled against Geno’s shoulder.

“You’re best,” Geno said. His lips brushed Sid’s ear. He squeezed hard, and Sid laughed breathlessly and tried to break out of his grasp, but Geno held him firm. “Best,” Geno said again, and then he released Sid and stepped away with a swat to his ass.

Later that night, Sid curled up in bed with his tablet and watched the video again, the one with current and former players congratulating him. Horny was wearing a Penguins workout shirt, Kuni had actual sweat dripping down his neck post-practice, and Geno was inexplicably in a suit and tie, his hair combed. Sid watched that part a few times, listening to Geno’s familiar accent, his wholly familiar teasing.

Maybe there had been signs before then, and Sid just hadn’t noticed. But looking back, that was when he first started to wonder.

2. March 25

In Buffalo, the Penguins clinched their playoff spot, and Sid lost a few teeth. It wasn’t a big deal; they were fake anyway. An hour after the game, he was good as new.

Geno was out after blocking a shot with his shoulder and hadn’t traveled with the team, but when Sid checked his phone back at the hotel, Geno had texted him: Sid not pretty((((

Sid rolled his eyes. Pretty wasn’t in his job description. My teeth are fine. Thanks for the concern

Geno sent him a penguin emoji. best goal, and playoffs!! celebrate when u home

For sure, Sid replied, the way he agreed with most of Geno’s schemes, never really expecting them to get off the ground.

But when they were back in town a few days later, on a rare day off between playing the Islanders and playing the Flyers, Geno texted him mid-morning: come for dinner, I cook!!

Sid regarded his phone dubiously. He and Geno weren’t on casual dinner invitation terms, and he also didn’t really want to eat Geno’s cooking, which could most kindly be described as edible. Is this a prank?

Geno texted a string of eye-roll emojis, and then, no prank, want celebrate!!! I make freezer pelmeni

The infamous freezer pelmeni were made by Geno’s mom, and lovingly hoarded. Nealsy was the only non-Russian who had ever been permitted to eat them, and Sid still heard about it every time they played the Preds. Geno was pulling out all the stops.

Okay, dinner sounds good, Sid replied, mostly because he wanted to be able to take the wind out of Nealsy’s sails.

He drove to Geno’s that evening. Geno was waiting for him on the front step. He was dressed up, a little, in nice jeans and a collared shirt, one that Sid vaguely remembered complimenting when Geno had first worn it. Sid looked down at his own T-shirt and well-worn jeans and felt distinctly under-dressed, which wasn’t a feeling he had ever thought he would associate with Geno.

“Uh, I brought wine,” he said, and offered Geno the bottle.

“Sid! Don’t have to bring,” Geno said, as if Trina Crosby would ever raise a son who showed up empty-handed. But Geno smiled, and accepted the bottle, and guided Sid into the house with one hand resting lightly on his back.

Dinner was ready, even though Sid was exactly on time and had sort of expected that Geno wouldn’t have even started. There were flowers on the table, a nice seasonal arrangement. Geno opened the wine and took off his apron.  

“Bon appetit,” Geno said, and Sid grinned at how good his pronunciation was: too much exposure to French Canadians.

They ate. The dumplings were good, and Geno told a series of very funny stories, about a friend who fell overboard during a fishing trip, and three baby raccoons breaking in to a neighbor’s house. Sid realized after a while that Geno was exerting himself to be charming. Well, Geno was charming all the time, casually, incidentally, to everyone around him; but he didn’t usually expend any particular effort on Sid.

“Nice out,” Geno said, when the meal was done. “We go sit outside?”

“Sure,” Sid said. He was having a nice time. He wasn’t ready for the evening to be over.

Geno emptied the rest of the wine bottle into Sid’s glass, ignoring Sid’s protests, and took him outside to the swinging bench set up in the yard behind the house. It was nice out, mild still even with the sun sinking behind the trees. Geno stretched one long arm along the back of the bench, stretched his long legs out across the grass. The bench creaked gently as Geno used his feet to rock them back and forth.

Sid felt warm from the wine, and from the way Geno was studying his face, close and fond. Geno wasn’t telling any stories now, and Sid found that he couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

“Thanks for having me over,” he said finally, unable to bear the silence any longer.

“Thanks for come,” Geno said. His fingers skimmed along the slope of Sid’s shoulder and then away.

When Sid went home, Geno hugged him: not a locker room hug, but an on-ice hug, a celly hug, both of his arms around Sid’s shoulders. Sid closed his eyes and pressed his face against Geno’s neck for one sweet moment, breathing in Geno’s musky cologne.

3. April 9

The evidence piled up. Sid considered keeping a list, but that would mean he was taking it seriously; so instead he kept a mental list. The cologne was on there, because why was Geno wearing cologne to have dinner at home with Sid? And the hug was on there, and the swing. The way Geno started lingering in the locker room to talk with Sid before practice, not about hockey business, but about—nothing, really. He just seemed to want to make Sid laugh. And the way he started texting a lot, like every day, sometimes more than once. There was even another dinner invitation, a week after the first, and another careful, enveloping hug, and that was the point at which Sid had to admit to himself that something was pretty obviously going on.

It wasn’t like he was surprised that Geno liked men—that Geno maybe preferred men. It was an open secret in the organization. He even had a boyfriend for a while, a Russian grad student at Pitt who came to a few team events—always introduced as ‘my good friend,’ but everyone knew. Geno was discreet, but he didn’t hide it. Sid had seen him pick up more times than he could count. He was good at it, confident without being pushy. Geno liked dark-haired men, smaller than he was, out of his league looks-wise. He rarely struck out.

Somehow it had never occurred to Sid before that he was exactly Geno’s type.

He talked to Flower about it, finally, because he didn’t necessarily trust his own perceptions. They went for lunch after practice, and Sid picked at his food until Flower set down his fork with a sigh and said, “What’s on your mind, Sid?”

This conversation had been a lot less awkward when Sid mentally rehearsed it in the shower. “I wanted to, uh. Talk to you about Geno.”

“Yes?” Flower said.

Sid really wanted this to be one of the times that Flower read his mind and spared him the agony of having to spell things out, but the universe wasn’t going to be that kind to him. “Have you noticed, lately—it seems like he’s been kind of, uh. Maybe I’m just imagining things, but I think maybe he’s, um.”

Flower’s eyebrows went up. “Yes?”

“God damn it, Flower, you know what I’m trying to say,” Sid said.

“I really have no idea,” Flower said.

For Christ’s sake. “I feel like maybe he’s been flirting with me,” Sid ground out.

“Oh, that,” Flower said. “Yes, I agree, he’s absolutely flirting with you.”

Sid wanted to kill Flower and then himself. “So what do you think I should do about it?”

“How should I know?” Flower said, and then his face softened, and he said, “You know you don’t need anyone’s permission, right?”

“Sure, I know that,” Sid said.

“Okay,” Flower said. He gave Sid a long hard look. “You have my permission, though, if you need it.”

“Thanks, Flower,” Sid said. He knew he didn’t need permission, but—it was a big step, and if Flower thought he was crazy, maybe he wouldn’t do it.

But Flower didn’t think he was crazy.

They closed out the season with a final road trip, Newark to Toronto to New York. In New York, Sid went down the hall and knocked on Geno’s door, his palms a little sweaty even though he didn’t think there was anything to worry about, not really.

Sid was maybe not entirely straight, and Geno maybe knew it. Sid hadn’t acted on it since some ill-advised experimentation in his early twenties, but Geno had been around for that, and—well, he probably knew. And he knew Sid knew about him, and so—it wasn’t innocent, all of that stuff on Sid’s list. Geno meant something by it.

Geno opened the door. He grinned widely when he saw Sid standing there, but then his smile faded.

“Sid,” he said.

Sid drew in a breath. “Let me take you out to lunch. I—on a date. If you want.”

Geno’s face shifted through confusion and into cautious joy. “When?”

“Now,” Sid said. “If you’re ready.”

“Yes,” Geno said, and Sid waited while he found his wallet and his sunglasses, and then they went down to the lobby to catch a cab.

Sid could never remember much about that meal. It blurred into a golden haze. He remembered laughing a lot, and Geno’s feet bumping against his beneath the very small table. He didn’t have any idea what he ate. He remembered Geno leaning back in his chair and smiling and holding his water glass in front of his mouth like his smile was a secret that he wasn’t ready to share. Sid hadn’t felt like this in a long time. Maybe not ever, not exactly like this.

It was a nice day, and the hotel was only a half-hour walk away. They strolled back slowly, their shoulders bumping, their hands brushing until Sid stuffed his in the pockets of his jacket to remove the temptation. Geno cast him a sly glance and nudged him so hard that he had to grab Sid’s elbow to keep him from tipping off the curb.

“Trying to kill me already, eh,” Sid said.

“Sorry, sorry,” Geno said, patting Sid’s shoulder. “I’m too big, don’t know my own strength.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely it,” Sid said.

Geno bumped him again, more gently. “Surprise you ask me.”

“Oh, uh. Should I not have?” Sid asked.

“No, no,” Geno said. “Very happy you do. Only, I don’t expect. First, it’s fun, you know? Have crush, think about, flirt a little bit. I don’t think you notice. Then—” He glanced at Sid. “Then maybe it’s not so fun. Maybe I start want for real, ask you come over, but still you don’t notice.”

“I noticed,” Sid said, and got to watch Geno duck his head and smile down at his shoes.

Back at the hotel, Sid walked Geno to his door, and then things got kind of awkward, both of them shuffling their feet uncertainly and making eye contact that probably qualified as bashful. It was ridiculous. Sid was too old for this.

Geno sighed, rolled his eyes, and said, “Come in for one minute. Okay?”

“Okay,” Sid said, and when the door closed behind them, Geno pressed Sid against the wall and folded him into a hug.

It was warm and close, and Sid wrapped his arms around Geno’s waist and held on, certain now that it was okay. He turned his head to rest his cheek on Geno’s shoulder.

He felt Geno press a few gentle kisses along his hairline. “Maybe we go slow, okay? I know you kiss boys, but—maybe only kissing?”

“Yeah,” Sid said. “I never—you know.”

“Okay,” Geno said. He made a soft, amused noise, and Sid didn’t have to look at his face to know he was grinning. “Only kiss boys, maybe it’s big change for you to kiss man.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Sid said. He pulled back and gave Geno his best unimpressed look.

Geno was grinning. He stroked a thumb along Sid’s cheekbone and said, “After Blue Jackets, then I kiss you.”

Sid narrowed his eyes. He wondered if they could manage a sweep.

4. May 10

The trouble with playoffs was that there was never enough time: not for sleeping, not for practicing or recovering, and certainly not for starting a secret relationship with your alternate. They had a few days after the series against Columbus—not a sweep, but five games was close enough. Geno came over for dinner the day after they closed out that series and kissed Sid for the first time, leaning against the kitchen counter with his hands cupping Sid’s face, their mouths moving together so slow and hot.

Sid drew back at last and licked his lips. “What do I get after the Capitals?”

“Think you get something? You greedy,” Geno said. “Kissing not enough for you?”

“Uh, no,” Sid said.

Geno grinned. “Let me think about.”

What Sid got was a concussion, and Geno pale and worried at his house first thing the next morning, with a bag of Sid’s favorite breakfast pastries; and then he got to lie on the couch with his head in Geno’s lap, and Geno endlessly kissing his forehead and face and murmuring, “Sid, poor head,” and then going off darkly into Russian.

The Capitals took seven hard-fought games. During the final game, Horny scored a clutch backhander for a 2-0 lead early in the third. When the puck went into the net, Geno turned immediately to Sid and opened his arms.

It was an on-ice hug: a hockey hug. But it was also just a hug with Geno, the type of fond embrace Sid could have now whenever he wanted and craved constantly, like now that he had that option he wanted to be wrapped in Geno’s arms at all times. He thought about Geno nonstop, at the grocery store when he saw Geno’s preferred brand of bread on the shelf, at home when he looked again at the fifteen heart emojis Geno had texted him the night before. And it was so easy now to lean against Geno’s chest for just a moment and be close to him, even through all their gear.

Geno leaned over to him afterward, when everyone had settled down on the bench once more, and said, quietly, “I think we win this game.”

They did.

What he got was Geno in his hotel room that night, after they won, and Geno’s hand on his dick, and his on Geno’s, half out of their clothes on the bed and kissing and laughing, giddy with winning and with having each other. Geno went blotchily pink all over before he came, his chest and shoulders all mottled with it, and Sid sat up toward the end, amazed, so he could watch Geno’s eyes squeeze shut and his mouth fall open.

“Stay the night,” he said, when they were cleaning up, and Geno did.

5. May 29

The series against the Senators was a long, boring grind, but somehow they won that one, too, and then it was on to the Predators.

They won the first game. Bones capped it off with an empty netter at the end of the third, and when Sid turned toward Geno on the bench, he knew for sure that Geno would be turning toward him.

Geno yelled something incoherent and pulled Sid against him, sitting on the boards to straddle Sid’s hips and squeeze him close. Sid couldn’t believe how lucky he was, to get to play good hockey with this man beside him, always ready for the next pass, always waiting for Sid to call to him or to lead him out onto the ice.

He went to Geno’s house the next afternoon: not for lunch, not for dinner, but just to hang out. Geno made a pitcher of water with lime slices and spread a blanket on the grass in the back yard, under the shade of a tree. They sprawled together and watched game tape on Sid’s tablet until Geno, predictably, fell asleep. And then Sid just watched him sleep for a while, feeling a little creepy but not enough to deter him from it. Geno’s face was so animated when he was awake, constantly shifting from one expression to the next, but in sleep he was peaceful. He looked younger. He looked tired, but they were all tired, this deep into the playoffs.

He looked like someone Sid wanted to keep beside him for a long time.

1. June 8

Game 5 was a 6-0 blowout. Sid got three points; Geno got a Gordie Howe hat trick.

“You’re a fucking menace,” Sid told him in the locker room afterward.

“Me?” Geno asked, all innocence. “What I do? Get two points, score goal—”

“Fight Josi,” Sid said.

“Only roughing!” Geno said. “Everyone fight, Haggy, Dales—”

“Don’t bring me into this,” Daley said.

“Fight Josi,” Geno muttered to himself, and stomped off to the shower.

Sid grinned. Geno was way too easy to rile up.

He riled him up even more in the parking deck. It was late and dark, they were two of the last people at the arena, and Geno only put up a token protest when Sid shoved him up against the driver’s side door of his stupid sports car and kissed him. Geno spread his legs and slouched down and Sid could feel him getting hard inside his suit pants, and they were being really dumb and Sid didn’t want to stop.

“You turn me on so much,” he said, kissing frantically at Geno’s neck, sucking kisses above the collar of his shirt. “You were so good tonight, you—”

“You first star,” Geno said, his voice rough, and he used his grip on Sid’s ass to pull him in a little tighter.

“Okay,” Sid said at last, tearing himself away. “Okay. Fuck. Okay. Let’s get out of here. Let’s go back to my place.”

“What I get?” Geno asked. His eyes were half-lidded. His mouth was wet and swollen. His ugly mustache was wet with spit.

“I bet I can think of something,” Sid said.

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May Misery 2020

How is it June? Imagine that this year is just a nightmare that we’re all simultaneously having? I should use this space to be uplifting, but hope is exhausting at the current moment. All I can tell you are the things that either brought me joy or displeasure from the last month. That’s all I can do at the moment. And that’s definitely a privilege right now, I understand. I feel helpless, hopeless and like nothing is going in the right direction. This is a terrible intro, so let’s just get into all the meaningless trash that I did last month.

My brother Gary made this great video on how to make KFC gravy and you might think I’m biased, but he’s just so fun to watch. Love it so much.

I rewatched two Alfred Hitchcock movies: Rope (still such a great motive, one of his best) and Rear Window (which is average as hell, the idea of the story is so much better than the execution of the movie). Also, it made me really laugh hearing Nathan say, “If you can’t kill your wife, whose wife CAN you kill?“

Are you aware that they’re still making new flavours of M&Ms? I tried the fudge brownie flavour and I gotta say, they just taste like regular ass M&Ms.

I had completely forgotten about this amazing ricotta toast (thank you, Marla) recipe that I loved from years ago. Everyone should make it. It sounds like such a boring recipe, but it’s incredible. Of course it’s from Ina.

A great article about apologizing.

We keep making these chickpea pitas and likely won’t stop.

Months ago I bought this white poncho on sale for basically nothing because I thought this was my year of travel. Yeah. Great purchase.

I watched the Michelle Obama documentary, Becoming, and it’s obviously inspiring and great. Love the woman.

I’ve mentioned before how walnuts in pesto are way tastier than pine nuts, right? Cheaper, too. In any case, I can’t stop making this walnut pesto.

I watched the first season of Awkwafina is Nora From Queens and it’s SUCH A GOOD SHOW. Every single character is great. Perfect show.

I made this banana cake again, mostly because of that damn frosting. Even if you’re just making a regular cake, you should do it with this coffee cream cheese frosting.

Every morning for the past few weeks, I’ve been making this iced coffee protein shake (below). It might be the only thing I look forward to at this point in time. (It tastes pretty similar to a Tim Horton’s Iced Capp, just less sugary.)

I only wear one perfume (Miracle by Lancome), but I’m almost completely out of it (and won’t repurchase anytime soon since these are not the times to be buying luxurious items) so I’ve been wearing Fresh Cream by Philosophy that I got as a gift last year and I kind of love it. It makes me smell like a cake.

I’m still making these halloumi hummus bowls for lunch, but I’ve amended the recipe slightly by adding chopped basil instead of oregano and slicing up the halloumi incredibly thin since I think it tastes better when it’s crispy and thin.

Some movies that I’ve rewatched: Dazed & Confused (a forever favourite, I love a movie where the plot happens over the course of one day), Crazy Rich Asians (still fantastic, although I truly hate the bride character or actress playing her, I can’t decide), I Know What You Did Last Summer (still holds up, solid movie), I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (not a great sequel at ALL, but I do love the idea of a killer on vacation), and Back To The Future (this might be the perfect movie, the script is amazing, everything is so fun, the music is epic, I also love the fact that the writers Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale will never allow a remake or reboot during their lifetimes).

I got this cropped sweatshirt from Nordstrom that I wear approximately six days a week.

In love with this new Jackbox game that I’ve been playing with my family on Sundays: Mad Verse City.

I walked to Manhattan from Queens and wrote about it.

The peony blossom candle from Trader Joe’s smells beautiful.

The Body Shop gives you a free product worth $10 on your birthday month, so I got their tea tree body wash and I love it. What the hell did I do before tea tree?

Just learned: grating garlic is so much tastier than chopping garlic. Thank you, Bon Appetit!

I made this kung pao cauliflower and it was good as a side dish but definitely not as a main. Cauliflower as a main dish will always be offensive to me.

I watched Stephen King’s Graveyard Shift and absolutely hated it. Terrible movie. What kind of accent is that guy supposed to have???

I bought a cuticle cutter since the nail salons are still closed and I figured how hard could it be to use? Turns out: very hard. No idea how to use it on myself or anyone else for that matter.

I have been making these kale quesadillas for lunch and they’re so tasty. I just use whatever cheese I have, basil and white wine vinegar instead of champagne vinegar. Also, I omit the corn because frozen corn is always trash. Super simple recipe, too.

I watched two episodes of the Epstein documentary on Netflix and had assault nightmares that night so I thought maybe I don’t need to finish all the episodes. I’m not including the link here for it because I truly don’t think anyone needs to see it.

My friend Dusty made this great short film.

I argued with Nathan at least twice this month on camera. (And about 400 times in real life? Again, no link for that.)

My six year old nephew is beyond adorable in this video about the lockdown.

I bought these Steve Madden sandals for $22 when they were on sale the other day and I had a gift card, and I’m in love. 

Forgot how good these black bean muffins are. Such a nice little snack. Ignore the fact that they sound disgusting.

Excited to hear that Tuca & Bertie are coming back for another season! (Thank you Harmeet for turning me onto this great show!)

We’ve been eating the Beyond Meat hamburger patties and they’re phenomenal. We’ve been putting this McCormick gravy on top of them and and I’ll add these pickled red onions too and wow. Heavenly. Never would’ve thought I could be into a homemade pickled onion. Growth!

This is wild and slightly horrifying.

Super interesting piece about the NYPD.

You can see my favourite tweets from the month over here.

Some things that I’d like to do this month: I promise that I will finally review the last two monthly Ipsy bags, I really want to make these salted thyme chocolate chip cookies, I want to make this midnight pasta that I heard about from Mindy Kaling, I want to read at least two books this month, I’m dying to make this ricotta jam jar, and I don’t know, maybe June won’t be a complete shitshow. Also, don’t forget about Father’s Day on the 21st. Just a reminder. If you’ve got any interest in reading last month’s roundup, you can see what went down in April over here.

And it’d be weird not to mention this at all right now, but there are so many awful and horrendous things going on, you know this. I completely support Black Lives Matter and it’s insane that there’s any kind of divide about whether you do or you don’t. It makes me sick that saying something as simple as “black people are human beings” could ever be considered complicated or political, but I guess here we are. I have no magical words to offer and I wish I did. I have no quote that’ll make everything make sense because nothing right now makes any sense. People are not being treated like human beings and it’s disgusting, it’s that simple. I don’t know what’s ahead of us, but for fuck’s sake I hope it’s better than where we’re at right now.

#May Misery 2020 #monthly roundup post #this is liz heather #Liz Heather #black lives matter #May 2020

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Grimes sisters chapter 4

So here is finally the next chapter. I’m so sorry it took so damn long but we had lost our motivation for a while. but now that season 10 is standing before we got our mojo back. so lean back and enjoy.

Warnings: drama, make out session, Loris funeral

Pairings: Shane x Fabienne

Alex POV

After I had talked with Fabienne for a little while longer we made our way inside to eat something. Luckily the guys had found some good stuff on their hunt through the prison. A lot of the others were already sitting in the main area eating. We sat next to Rick and Carl and Fabi’s glance went over to Shane. Hell they had a lot to talk about. I grabbed a can with god knows what inside, the paper had gone missing along the way, and held it under Fabiennes nose. “Bon Appetit” I said and we enjoyed the food and decent company.

During dinner my sister had been quiet while the others all talked lively. After she had finished her meal she mumbled some apology and went to bed immediately. “Maybe you should apologize.” I hissed to Shane who lowered his head a little, hopefully ashamed of his behavior that morning. We didn’t need more arguments here than we already had. One last time that day I ventured over to Rick and Carl’s cell to say good night and then fell asleep in my bed almost directly.

“ Breakfast” that word ripped me out of my sleep the next morning. The caller was Daryl who smiled almost brightly at us. My wasn’t that a sight for sore eyes?! Seemed like we looked more than funny sleepy and with tousled hair. “Oh by the way your watch begins in a while.” he added. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and put on some halfway clean clothes to wear. “Later” she mumbled when she flew past me. I just shrugged at her. Both of us had never been morning persons before and we wouldn’t start now. When I stepped in the common area everyone had already cleared out. Probably working. Busy bees they were indeed. I grabbed something to eat and went outside as well.

Fabienne POV

I positioned myself on the watchtower and wondered when Carol would finally show up but suddenly the door opened and Shane hobbled in. I looked at him a little confused and huff annoyed. I really didn’t wanna be stuck with him for the next hours. “Carol asked me if I could take her shift, she wanted to prepare with your sister for the funeral.” he said and sat down. “Are you still mad at me?” he asked and smiled at me calmingly. I still remained silent. “Look, I didn’t mean it that way, okay?You could have been hurt or worse. In that case I would have never forgiven myself” he confessed. Was this supposed to be an apology? I just looked at him a little unnerved and responded: “you could have said it differently.” He nodded towards the chair next to him and I sat down. “How’s your foot doing?” I asked concerned. “It’s not that bad.” he pushed the topic aside. He was a tough guy. You had to give him credit for that at least. The fact that he was still limping told me that he was still in a lot of pain.

We glanced over the perimeter of the jail to look for possible breaches but found nothing. “So you brought Lori’s child into this world, hm? Respect!” he changed topic. As I thought about it tears started to dwell in my eyes again. It was a very sore point for me. The image of Lori laying lifeless on the floor in a puddle of her own blood was still so fresh I couldn’t erase it out of my mind. He noticed my uneasiness and pulled me in a hearty embrace. It felt so good to have someone hugging me. He stroked over my upper arm slightly and our faces came dangerously close to each other. We stayed like that for maybe a minute what felt like an hour and my breathing was turning erratic. Suddenly he closed the space and kissed me softly. It was an amazing feeling after all this time of the fucking world ending I never thought about being with a man again but in that moment I realized how much I had missed this. He was such a good kisser and I moaned into the kiss. His big hands framed my face completely but then we had to come up for air. Suddenly it hit me “I don’t think that Rick would like this very much.” I whispered sadly because I had really enjoyed being so close to him. I knew I shouldn’t care about it but I didn’t want to poke the bear even more. Shane looked a little sad for a second before he turned around and kept looking over the yard. I remembered why we where actually here and did the same. But every time my eyes drifted over to him my heart beat wildly in my chest as if it wanted to break through my rib-cage. It was excruciating. I forced myself to keep watch even if that was going to be hard.

“Are you guys coming down?” Alex yelled from downstairs. I had to help Shane climb back down. I didn’t even realize that the time flew past that fast. The following part of the day was gonna get emotional. Lori’s funeral. “Come on I’ll help you.” I offered Shane and he gladly took it. Together we limped over to where Rick and Daryl had shoveled the grave. Lori’s body was already lying rolled in a sheet next to the hole. As I saw that my eyes started to water again. I still couldn’t believe it. Daryl and Rick slowly heaved the body into the grave. The archer wanted to start shoveling earth onto her body but Rick took the shovel from him. He had always been the one to do everything himself. “Lori, we hope you're at a better place now. We will care for our kids but we are gonna miss you every day for the rest of our lives. I love you.” he said and his voice broke. Even I couldn’t hold my tears any longer. Shane saw and put his hand calmingly on my lower back, reflexively I laid my head on his shoulder. In the end everyone stepped closer to the grave and said a few words or just connected silently to her soul. “Thanks for everything.” I whispered through a carpet of tears and took a handful of flowers to throw into the grave. After the small ceremony we all went our separate ways to mourn.  

Ricks POV

The others had already left her grave but I couldn’t. I hated to cry but in this case I couldn’t hold back the tears. Spade after spade of dirt landed on my beloved wife. It just wasn’t fair! Why did I have to loose her again? I wasn’t sure how to handle all this on my own. Half of my life she had been the one giving me strength and courage and now she was gone. Just like that. My daughter would never get to know her mother and Carl’s memories of her would also get thinner and thinner.

All I wanted to do was mourn my loss for as long as I needed to but unfortunately that wasn’t possible in this world. I had a whole group of people relying on me and I couldn’t let them down. I said my last goodbye and found my way back to my family. Everyone was looking at me with pitiful eyes. It was annoying. I hated that feeling. Always had. Now was the time to go forward not back. I had to be strong for them, Lori would have wanted that. It was a welcome change to sit on the grass and talk about this and that. They would help me through this I knew that much. We lost so much in the past that we needed to be a family to each other. That’s how we worked.

It took all out of me to decide to talk to Fabienne. I wasn’t in the mood for fighting with her. I had to look around for a second until I found her sitting with Shane, Alex and Daryl. Where else would she be? The position I found Shane and Fabi sitting in was a little concerning to me. Shane was sitting behind her and she sat in between his spread legs her back facing his torso. I wrinkled my face thinking if there was something going on between them. But I shook the thought away quickly Shane had always been like a second brother to the girls. But I would stay alert. If he wanted something from Fabienne I had to talk to him. He could have anyone but not my sisters. They were off limits. Around the same time I noticed that Alex and Daryl came dangerously close as well. But they had been like fire and water in the past. Especially when Daryl’s brother Merle was the topic. Alex had hated him. He was a misogynist and a racist. There had still been no sign of him after we had left him on the roof of the Atlanta shopping mall. And I wasn’t sure if we would ever hear a word of him again.  We were better off without him. I was actually happy that they seemed to get along now. One problem less to worry about. As I sat down next to them Shane asked me: “How are you holdin’ up?” “According to the circumstances I guess.” I looked down because tears were threatening to spill again. “But why I’m here… I wanted to apologize to you all. Especially to you Fabienne. I didn’t want to yell at you. I was just so afraid that I’d loose you too. I wouldn’t survive that.” I swallowed thickly. Fabienne noticed my sincerity and came over to hug me close. “I love you so much big brother!” she exclaimed. It had always been that way. We could never be mad at each other for too long. I trusted Fabienne with my life but I was still going to keep an eye on her and Shane. After this deep conversation the topics swapped back to our every day survival ones. “’m gonna keep huntin’. Meat’s important right now. We need the strength.” Daryl mumbled. I agreed. Fabienne wanted to plant veggies with the help of Carol and Alex and under consultation of Hershel. He had been a farmer before after all. This was the silver streak we all needed. Maybe we could make a living here for ourselves. The rest of the day was spent with conversation and laughter. It had been a beautiful afternoon. I noticed how much they all had deserved that. After dinner I had gone down to Lori’s grave again to say good night.

Fabienne POV

It was a relieve to be back on the right foot with Rick. The afternoon had been fantastic. Seeing everyone relaxed and kinda happy was nice for a change. Rick stepped away from the group and I also decided to go for a walk. While I ambled along the fence out of sight the sun set completely and it turned dark around me. The last rays dipped the roof of the highest building in a bright pink purple mixture. I stared at it until it was totally gone. I couldn’t believe that this had been the most normal thing in the world to me once in my life. Watching the sun slowly fade away in the evenings unimaginable nowadays. Outside of this refuge it would be much too dangerous to stare at the sky for a little too long. A walker could sneak up on you and bite you right away. I leaned against the wall and glanced over to the walkers outside the fence. They are disgusting monsters. At some point I thought this was the end of humankind but I got new courage that we can fight this virus and win. I went back to the little campfire the others had build and shot Shane once in a while a few glances. I remembered the kiss this morning and I gotta say it was a really nice memory. It would have to do for some lonely nights… even if Rick really wouldn’t be happy with it.

The day ended and everyone fell tired but happy into bed.

New day new luck. Carol and I met at the flowerbeds we had build the previous days. We had to start early because the sun had gotten quiet warm over the last few days and it was almost unbearable to work at noon. “Yesterday I found those flowerbeds over there. They seemed to have been quiet autonomous here and planted a lot themselves.” Carol marked on. But we couldn’t reach that part because there were just too many of the undead. “That’s why they found so many seeds on their run inside.” I noticed. When we were ready preparing we started planting carrot and potato seeds. “Good job.”  Carol said after we had finished and hugged me shortly. She wasn’t the most emotional person either. If you knew her past you could think of many reasons why she had problems connecting to people.

“Hey do you know where Rick is?” Alex came running toward us. “I think he’s on watch.” I responded. “Good thanks. Daryl and I wanna go for a run tomorrow. Maybe we find some supplies.” she stuttered quickly. Her and Daryl? Not that I didn’t trust him but I was still sceptical towards that idea. She rambled a quick bye and ran towards our watchtower.

Carol and I decided to clean up a little and she went to go to Carl and his sister. We still had no name for her. Poor little girl. Inside I washed myself a little we had found some running water earlier. As I stared at myself in the mirror I was a little shocked. All the working in the mud today had made me look like a crazy person. I changed into some clean clothes which were rare nowadays and enjoyed the silence.

At some point I started to clean up our cell. We weren’t the most tidy girls never had been. Mom had always hated the chaos and told us how much more tidy our big brother was. The only reason for that was that he had been rarely home. Always on the run. At that thought I had to smile. I missed her so incredibly much. Unfortunately we were too late when all this started. Shane had taken Alex and me to moms house but it had already been overrun by walkers. Nothing we could have done then. Our dad had already died three years before the apocalypse. Heart attacks were a bitch but at least it was a merciful death. Alex and I were so down after moms death and at that point we still thought Rick to be dead too. I had goosebumps just thinking about it. Stop it Fabienne start looking into a brighter future!! The moment Rick stepped out of that car at the camp outside of Atlanta Alex and had been so happy. We felt like newly born. I was having a lot of those thoughts lately. Suddenly two strong hands gripped me from behind and ripped me out of my thoughts...

#The Walking Dead #thewalkingdeadgirls #Grimes Sisters #series #original #shane x ofc

[wildstarfan]

Her story part 1

Note: if you’re not interested, just skip it. Hey guys. It’s been a while since i post something. Well, if you remember the comics i tried to do with Ika, my skeleton oc, it’s….will be transfered into a story ^^“ A lot of things happened, and i’m just hve no time to finish it. First, i’m a little lazy to do it, second, it takes a lot of time, plus i need to prepare everything for university. So, yeah. Plus i want to tell the whole story about her, that you can understand her more. Still, if you have questions even after reading a story about her, don’t be shy to ask^^ I will answer as honest as possible. Well, enough talking, time to story :) i hope you will like it^^

Darkness. Emptiness. No living creature lives here. No sound hears here. What is this place? Is it…real world? She was thinking like this. Until…she heard a voice. A very familiar voice. "No, please, don’t do it! What have we done to you?!” And cries. Who was it? Or what was it? Only she knows. After the voice, it goes another sound. A gun. “No!” She ran to the guy. What is she going to do? While she was running, another voice talked to this guy. “You’re so weak….Why should monsters like you live in a surface?” The gun was ready to shoot. She ran to them. Shouting. “Don’t hurt him!” Shot. Such loud shot. Did it kills guy? No. She protected him. She managed. But at what cost? She is bleeding. The shot was right into her soul. “Ika, no!” The guy shouted. He called her by her name. Ika With the last power she had she turned to the guy. “D-Don’t stand like this!….Huh….Run!” And he ran. Shouting for help.

But nobody came.

The guy with gun was mad. But at the same time…impressed. Ika was about to loose consciousness. But the guy with gun told her the last words she managed to hear. “It was a brave way of you to do it. What is your name, kid?”

“Noooo!” She woke up. The alarm clock was too loud that saved Ika from this nightmare. Ika looked around. To be sure if she is in a real world. Meanwhile, the alarm clock was loud and showed 06:00. She turned it off. Why did she put an alarm clock at this time, she didn’t know. But Ika was sure in one thing. That dream was again. She signed. Ika: This dream again…Damn. She stood up and went to the bathroom. Ika got used to have the same dream over and over. Ika looked at the mirror. Ika: Every day, the same dream comes to me. Why? What does it want to say? Why doesn’t it go away? She signed. Ika: I think i’m slowly becoming crazy. It was a month since she had such dream. And whatever she did, nothing helped to get it away, or to have another dream. Ika washed her face and brushed her teeth. Putting on her clothes, she went down to the living room. Ika wore her light blue t-shirt, black and red skirt with brown belt, violet jacket with hood and black boots. She also has her favourite red poncho, but she doesn’t feel like wearing it now. Ika turned on the light and came to the kitchen. She checked her fridge, but it was empty, as usual. She smiled ironicaly. Ika: Hehe, empty as usual. Well, i guess it’s Grillby’s day again. She went out of the kitchen and turned off the light. Ika was always lazy to go and by some products. Nobody knows why it’s so difficult for her. She doesn’t have a job, but somehow she has some money to survive. It was an enigma for her and everyone. Ika went to the table in the living room where a bag of money were, and took it. She checked it. Ika: Alright, how much do i have? Hmm…Not so many, but enough to buy some food at Grillby. She put a bag into her pocket, took keys and went out. Ika: I hope Carmen will not be mad at me because of food. Like last time. When Ika went out, she looked around. Ika: Huh? No one is outside. Maybe it’s too early for walk. Or i shouldn’t put my alarm clock so early. While she was talking and lookinf, a voice called her. “Ika!” It was a familiar voice. Ika turned to the voice and recognized her friend. Ika: Shiro! Shiro ran to Ika and hugged her. Ika: Nice to see you again. Shiro: Me too, Ika. How are you? Ika: I’m good thank you. And you, Shiro? Shiro: I’m good too, thank you. Where are you going? Ika: Well, i’m going to Grillby’s. Again. She smiled silly. Shiro smiled and crossed her arms. Shiro: Empty fridge again? Why don’t you buy food at the shop for home? Ika: Well, i’m a little bit lazy to do it. Shiro: Of course you’re lazy. You always say that as an excuse. Ika giggled. Ika: Yeah. By the way, why did you come to me so early? You usually sleep till 10 am or 11 am. Shiro: I had to visit my friend, but then she said that she is busy now, so…i didn’t know what to do and came to you. Ika: Hmm, okay. How about to go to Grillby’s together? Shiro: Sure, why not. They smiled. Ika closed ger house and they went to Grillby’s. Meanwhile bar was busy as usual. Monsters are having fun, Grillby is cleaning glasses. And only one skeleton sweeos a floor and sings. It was her usual day at work. But she got used to it. It seemed like nothing can disturb such atmosphere in bar. Ika and Shiro came to the bar. A skeleton noticed them. And seems like she recognized them. A skeleton girl: Shiro, Ika, hi. Ika: Hi, Carmen. Shiro: Good day, Carmen. Ika and Shiro went to Carmen. Carmen: Long time no see, Shiro. You’re rarely appear in Snowdin. Shiro: Yeah, i’m a busy girl. Carmen looked at Ika. She smiled ironicaly. Carmen: Empty fridge again. Ika sweats. Ika: Yeah, again. Please don’t be mad at me. I’ll find job soon, i promise. Shiro: You say it 10 times. Ika: I know. But this time is for sure. Carmen: Why don’t you go to work as pizza deliver? Grillby can ask you to deliver food to people and he will pay to you well. Ika: Did he pay to you well too? And silence. Then Shiro broke it. Shiro: How about we first take a sit and irder something? Ika: Good idea. Do you want something, Carmen? Carmen: No, thanks. I had breakfast already. Ika: Oh, okay. Then i will have french fries. And you, Shiro? Shiro: I will take hamburger. Ika: Okie. And then girls made an order. Grillby went to cook food. While he cooked, girls had a chat. Carmen: How are your tasks, Shiro? Shiro: Well, some of them hard, some easy, but i can do them. She smiled. Carmen: That’s good to hear. My days are as usual: breakfast, job, dinner, walk, supper and sleep. Ika: And you don’t have holidays? Or vacations? Carmen: I do have. But i don’t think that sweeping the floor and cleaning the bar is so hard job. Ika: Well, just don’t overwork yourself, alright? Carmen: I will not, don’t worry. I wonder how you spend your days, Ika. I haven’t seen you for a while. Ika took a thought. Ika: Honestly, i just spent time at home. Sometimes looking for job, sometimes walk with Undyne. But in reallity Ika didn’t want to tell Carmen and Shiro about her sleepless nights, and about this dream. What if they think that she is crazy? Shiro: Oh, so you and Undyne are friends now? Wow. How did you do that? Ika: Well… She gave a smile with wink. Ika: It’s a secret. Shiro: Aww, please tell me. I need to know. Carmen: Me too. Girls tried to beg Ika to tell the secret. But Ika only laughed. Then girls began to laugh too. Meanwhile, Grillby brang the food. Grillby: Bon appetit. Shiro: Thank you, Grillby. Ika: Thank you, Grillby. Grillby smiled and continued his job. Carmen: Well, i will go back to work. Have a nice breakfast, girls. Ika and Shiro: Thank you. Have a nice day. And they began to eat. After breakfast (if it’s actually can be called breakfast), girls went for a walk in Snowdin. Ika: Fresh air. I didn’t feel it for a long time. Shiro: It’s because you didn’t come out of your house for a long time. Ika smiled silly Ika: Yeah, maybe you’re right. Snowdin was lovely and snowy as usual. Snowdrake tells jokes, a small mouse stood with a scarf. Everyone did their things as usual. But this moment changed when Ika heard something. “No, please, help!” Ika: Huh? Did you hear that, Shiro? Shiro: Yeah. Someone must be in trouble. Let’s go and checke it out. Voice sounded more scared. “Don’t do this to me!” Shiro: Let’s go, Ika! She was about to run, but stopped. She looked at Ika. Shiro didn’t like that look of her. Shiro: Ika? Are you okay? But Ika didn’t answer. She was scared. Scared like she saw a ghost. Ika: Nooooo! With a shout she ran to this voice. Shiro: Hey! Ika, wait! And Shiro ran after Ika. But Ika was faster. Who knew that she can run so fast. Ika ran and ran deep into the snow forest. Ika: Don’t die! Please don’t die! Everything around Ika was darkness. Darkness like in her dream. Was it that dream again? Or is it reality? Ika didn’t have time to think. The only thing she needs to do is save. Save “him”. Finally she comes closer and closer to “him”. One second and the shot will happen. Ika: Don’t hurt him! And she felt on the snow. Shiro finally got to Ika. Shiro: Ika! She came to her. Shiro: Ika, are you okay? While she talked to Ika, two monsters looked at them very strangely. A cat monster: Excuse me, but about whom did you talk about? Ika tries to get herself on. Ika: Uhhh, what happened? Shiro: Thanks god you’re alright. What the hell was that, Ika?! Ika didn’t understand what Shiro talks about, but after looking at two monsters, she understood. It was not her dream again. It was her halucination. A dog monster: We were just playing snowballs, but because i don’t like this game, i asked Sam to stop throwing snowballs into me. Sam: Tim begged me to stop, then this girl ran and shield Tim. Then she fell down. How embarrassed Ika looked right now. If monsters could see her aura, it would be very red. Shiro: Ika, what the hell is wrong with you? I told you let’s go and check, but you just ran like a light. Ika: I-I….I-I don’t know…w-what happened to me….I’M SORRY! She stood up and ran into the woods. Shiro: Ika, wait! But it was too late. Ika lost into the woods. Shiro: Damn! Now i lost her. Great. Sam: If you want, we can help you. Tim: Yeah, i can try to find her with smell. Shiro: Thank you so much. I would be really apreciate it. Sam, Tim and Shiro went for Ika’s search. But they didn’t know that she ran to Waterfall. Ika hided in the cave under the waterfall. Ika: I knew it. I’m becoming crazy. This fucking dream. It’s because of it i’m crazy. Ika began to cry. She have never fell so ashamed because of her halucination. Well, she felt it sometimes when she is cooking with Undyne, but this day….It was a nightmare for her.

To be continued

Undertale belongs to Toby Fox Shiro belongs to @shiro-dovahkiin Carmen belongs to @jenny626 Ika belongs to me

#ika #undertale #undertale oc #story #shiro #her story #carmen

[insomniac-jay]

don't come back again

The last place Satsumi wants delinquents is her family's restaurant. Unfortunately, she can't have good things in life.

A whistle left Satsumi's lips as she prepared lunch for her friends. She was really excited, especially since she had come up with a new recipe that they'd like.

Once done, she loaded the plates onto a cart and pushed it out to the table where her friends were. The other girls stared in awe at the delicious sight. "Bon appetit." Satsumi smiled proudly while sitting down.

"Satsumi, this is delicious!" Emma squealed with delight. She had never tasted something so good in her life. "I'll have to come here more often."

"Everything on her family's menu is original and made by them." Miyoko took a bite of her food and smiled with joy. As they ate, they talked about different topics. "I just hope that none of your boyfriends or brothers show up." Satsumi leaned back.

"Hey! Takemichi's not that bad!" Hina pouted. "Besides, what's wrong with having a boyfriend?"

"It's not that I'm picking on you for liking boys, I'm really not." Satsumi sat back up and crossed her legs in the chair. "It's just....how do I say it?"

"It's just the guys you all choose to date." Yuzuha took a sip of her drink. "Hakkai is excluded, though. He's a sweetheart and my brother."

"Hey, Takashi is a sweetheart, too!" Momoka also pouted. The ringing of a bell caught the girls attention as a familiar group of boys entered into the restaurant. Upon recognizing Draken's signature tattoo, Satsumi groaned and prayed that the delinquents wouldn't start anything.

"Hey, sweet pea." Mitsuya sat next to Momoka and wrapped an arm around her. "You come here often?"

"Yes I do." Momoka giggled.

Once she saw that the boys weren't starting anything, Satsumi loosened up and went back into the kitchen to help her mom. But she could never leave those boys alone for too long.

"Hah?! What did you say, little shit?!" A rival gang just so happened to be eating there and recognized the Toman boys. Tensions immediately flared up and the two groups became hostile.

"You wanna go, then lets go!" Baji cracked his knuckles and ran up to punch a rival gang member, but not before something flew past him. Everyone went silent and turned to see a large knife stuck in the wall.

Satsumi stood there with an angry expression and another knife in hand. "You motherfuckers are not about to give my family's restaurant a bad reputation." Satsumi walked out the kitchen, knife still in hand. "I don't care if any of you are the strongest in your damn gang." The rival gang scoffed and left.

Satsumi grunted and went back into the kitchen. This is exactly what she feared.

@ozepica

#jay's writings #jay's tokrev ocs

[tempestshakes01]

3/24/19

Here’s another entry in this embarrassing public online diary (I love it.):

Health: 4/10 

The weird cough is still lingering, but now it’s gotten a bit worse in the daytime. I’m still hacking up mucus until I vomit (or moan and cry to NOT vomit because I just ate and I’d rather NOT throw up a bacon burger, thanks) and it’s fuckin miserable. I’m worried that if this lasts, I’ll have to fly like this and my flight is an overnighter--prime cough/nausea/vomit hours. UGH. 

Other than the cough and my persistent jaw acne, I’m the perfect picture of health. I feel great. 

Well, no. My ass has a massive bruise because yesterday I slipped down Leah’s stairs (wood laminate is slippery as hell in socks!) running to the bathroom to...ugh...puke up a glob of mucus and bits of burger. 

But other than that! 

Work: 7/10

I still feel like I did something wrong and no one is telling me. I’m friendlier and peppier now that the winter blues (read: depression) are slipping away with the sunny skies and warmer weather (all that snow--16 inches on the ground at the start of the month--melting), but I think the damage is done. 

Except, other than not being super chatty, I’m not sure what the damage is. The only admin that’s normal is the principal. We’re getting along great! A few colleagues are still the same including Mr. Married Lumberjack whom I had a crush on.  

I’m probably paranoid though. I’m also bored out of my mind. Things are smooth for 85% of the time and that’s...great, but also...it’s too smooth and I feel judged doing more because Veronica is gone. 

Okay, so that most likely makes no sense, but it’s how I feel. 

Home: 9.5/10

Things are superb with my parents. I’m headed to D.C. with my mom next week (along with every 8th grader in America...I’m so stupid...) and we’re going to try to keep it as civil as possible when it comes to politics. My dad is texting, but not smothering me with attention. In fact, I should call him more.

My sister seems to be doing...the same. Lots of astrology posts on the gram, but no mention of Paris (her potentially mentally-ill ex) so that’s a relief. The kids are doing great as well. Nick and I are texting more often. He even asked my advice about our parents which was new. I want to ask him about Alyssa because I’m still utterly curious about that situation, but I know he’s still hurting over it and the fact that he had a “quarter-life” crisis when he was working 50+ hours, going to school full time, and interning at the church. He’s decided to graduate as quickly as possible, quit the preacher path, and stay in the coffee game. 

Apparently, he got a promotion and a raise, so he’s making really great money. Plus, he’s like...super passionate about coffee. More passionate than he ever seemed about Jesus or school. 

We’re currently fighting about NCAA brackets and our current favorite music, and it’s great. 

Friends: 6/10

Reconnecting with Jack and Nicol is super nice. I just don’t know how to proceed and how quickly and if I’m an annoyance. I also want Nicol without Jack as well, but I don’t want to offend either of them (not that I think it would! but the chance makes me hesitate...) and they’re such a partnership that I wonder if it IS a big request to separate them. 

We went to see Us today and I didn’t like it very much. We’re going to see Back to the Future on Tuesday at the old theater. They invited me to the former; I invited them to the latter. I trust this will all work out.

Gosh, and I don’t trust Leah at ALL which is wild because I probably hang out with her the most out of anyone, but yeah. There’s something about that girl that I don’t trust. 

Went on Facebook and saw a photo of my childhood best friends (we were a trio: Valerie, Kristina, and I). They were on a backpacking trip together in Alaska. They live entirely different lives, but they still maintained a great friendship over the years. God, and they went into chemical engineering so they’re both making BANK, but they’re the most down-to-earth women. 

I don’t know...I guess it makes me think...for the billionth time...how different my life would be if we’d never moved from El Paso. 

El Paso was idyllic. My childhood consisted of bike rides out into the desert, street games with a plethora of neighborhood boys, summer secrets and stars, theme parks and athletics, best friends who were boys that I knew I could fall in love with, best friends who were girls and I knew I could trust with my whole heart. I lived a good life there. 

When I left, things started to peel apart, but it sort of seemed--for the most part--most of the El Paso crew grew up in the same way they had been...in that easy, perfect sunset sort of way. Most everyone I grew up with went Homecoming and Prom and did senior sunrise and went to good schools where they did the greek life and then got jobs in the sciences or medicine or moved out to Hollywood. They’re utterly normal and successful now in a very...the way they tell you things will go in life. 

Anyway, that childhood best friend I thought I could fall in love with? Went through a long-haired rave phase circa 2012/13, but is currently dating a white girl who wears cowboy boots, no makeup, and studies sports medicine in the same grad program as him. It’s the way things were supposed to be and it’s just weird to see their lives (through the filter and lens of social media) go so simply. Also, his hairline is going and he looks bloated, so the white-half is coming for him in the aging process, ha. His Mexican mom still looks BOMB, so poor guy for inheriting his dad’s hair follicles. 

And anyway, that childhood best friend I could trust with my whole heart? Dating a republican future politician named John Smith and traveling South American for the next couple weeks working in various hospital and women’s health care. She’s a nurse and probably a damn good one. She got her boobs done a couple years ago and I sometimes wonder if we’d still get along. 

Media: 5/10

This is a bullshit category just to give a VM hot-takes, but I’ll play into my own bullshit. 

I’m not watching any TV except B99. I watch about 3 movies a week and I try to make 1 a classic or a “difficult” title. I watch mostly youtube, to be honest. I like Hot Ones, Bon Appetit, Jenna Marbles, theTryGuys, Tasty, Brave Wilderness, Millenium Dance Complex ‘n’ adjacent choreographers’ channels, and various media video essays. 

I’m reading a lot of books...but they’re all YA. Which isn’t bad! I’m just laughing that it took me reading Airborn by Kenneth Oppel (my favorite adventure YA book) out loud to the students to remind my dumb reading brain how fun books could be. Apparently, I’m a fantastic reader and I do wonderful voice and I make the story seem like a movie. We’re on the sequel and I’m about to start the His Dark Materials series.  

That Worlds podium? TRASH. Justice for S/B. 

Yeah, so I’m on a VM cleanse, right? Cause with the winter and all the crazy, it was just an unhealthy piece of media in my life. I miss the GC though, but that’s about it, lol. Oh, and with the new content (I tried to resist!) it’s clear that I did miss them doing their thing and I need to unload some of the thoughts whirling in my head. 

Ugh, I have thoughts about the whole timeline of events because I see people questioning or backtracking, and I’m like? We seriously went through an awful series of events that made all the previous weirdness make sense (but left lingering brand-new weirdness). Except that’ll just bring back old feelings that I’m trying to move on from. 

Geez, I can’t believe I’m about to talk about them in a gossip-y way again, but uh, I’m glad that they seem to be repairing their friendship and that Scott legit looked happy. The vibes are definitely friendship so far, or like, 2015-vibes. Which who knows where that will lead in the future? Will they do things messy like last Fall/Winter? Do they think they can try again or are they now afraid of fucking this up so badly they can’t come back from it? Are they going to accept each other as only friends and maintain those boundaries? You love me, real or not real? WHO KNOWS. I hate this ride.

Also, I’m aware of some of the gossip because I’m fool who caves from time to time for a few minutes and I remember (god, again, I hate that I’m still invested even with this time off) that J was selling her Coachella tickets, and now it’s been announced that VM are doing that show in Korea which takes place the same days as a Coachella weekend. So. Yeah. I’m putting my money on J being in Korea because why sell the tickets (just take a friend), but I’m also still wondering if this is all going to end up like Klawes-era. 

Literally, I wake up believing 100% that J’s gonna be the one Scott’s going to marry because it’s just that time. Then, I go to sleep 98% believing that no matter what, somehow, someway, Tessa and Scott are going to end up together. 

inTERSTIngLY, I have neglected to message Tinder matches the past couple weeks and I believe 50% of the time that I’m going to end up alone because I’m not even trying. (Cut me some slack though. I haven’t had an acne flare-up this bad in years and it’s wrecking my confidence.) 

Music: 10/10

I take hour drives out of town and find obscure trails and I hike for an hour...and let me tell you my Spotify is killing it. 

Current favorite songs:

How Do You Know - CALIPH (you know what I’m thinking) 

Stone Street - MS. WHITE (fun)

anything from Oliver Tree (his music speaks to me as does his fucking stupid meme humor)

Wow. - POST MALONE (sue me)

anything from Duckrth (so much fun) 

Charms - ABEL KORZENIOWSKI (don’t imagine VM dancing to this)

The Cheek of Night - ABEL KORZENIOWSKI

Sucks - ANGELO MOTA (dark and atmospheric hip hop that makes me wish I could dance cause it’s calling to me to choreograph something to it)

bury a friend - BILLIE EILISH (lol I can’t dance, but I’m learning Kodish choreo for this as a workout) 

Beverly Blues - OPIA (a summer jam)

#miranda this is your life

[an-exotic-writer]

jungkook; morning kiss(es)

❝there’s no such thing as singular in jungkook’s book of kisses. only plural. ►1870 words // scenario ♡ this is for @cno-inbminor​ bc we reached our 200th day snapstreaksary (it’s a word i swear) and this is a little overdue but here it is i tried my best and it’s short but i LOVE YOU KAREN

Jungkook was a person who could be satisfied (and happy) with the littlest of things in life or, could find significance in anything he came across with. 

One, you (not to be taken literally but hey, he does use the benefit of being taller and you know when you’re shorter you have a better aim at his di-). Two, discounted prices on set meals he wants to eat. Three, finding a dollar lying on the floor and claiming it as his even though he knows damn well it fell from your purse but finders keepers losers weepers. Four, Jimin and Taehyung messing with Hoseok, only got get a beating after and his devil ass is watching from the side the whole time. And last but not least, sleeping until the sun breaks through the window and rakes his ass awake.

He was a heavy sleeper and that, ladies and gentlemen, was not a surprising thing at all. God no. Almost everyone around him had experienced troubles waking him up at least once (thrice) in their lifetime. As quoted from none other than Kim Seokjin and editing from Kim Namjoon: “That boy can sleep until the world burns down and he’ll wake up being alone.” (end scene)

It was all about getting used to, in your opinion. You’d gauge around the time he’d wake up and plan your day on from there. See, if you can’t change the boy’s habit, change the way you work things around. Simple. (unless you’re living with six other guys who gives no shit with your sleeping habits then kudos to you, good luck chap, better luck next life)

You predict Jungkook would come to wake in... hm... maybe thirty minutes from now? It’s around half-past-nine and considering he slept a little over one this morning last night, his full cycle of sleep will be fulfilled and he’ll be up and going by the time the clock strikes ten. At least, somewhere along those lines, hopefully.

The pan is yours to handle and the aroma of bacon, sausages and eggs fill the entire apartment. One of the perks of living in a small home with Jungkook is that if his alarms don’t get him up, the smell of food surely will. Hey, it’s not intentional, either. The glass door to the kitchen had been faulty within these few days so, you’re being completely honest in what you’re doing.

It’s a little over ten and overdone for the eggs when you set them out onto the plate. You’re not entirely satisfied with it but eh, whatcha’ gonna do, they’re still eggs and eggs taste great. They join the batch of sausages and bacon that you’ve made prior and now all that’s left is the toast because he likes it crunchy so it takes a little while longer so a double run is needed. The first time it pops up, without looking, you’re about to slot it back down but the hand that beats you to it elicits a scream from you and - “Holy shit!”

He grins with sleep still heavy in his system, hair a god damned mess as a result of tousling in his dreams but his arms, still warm as ever much like the look on his face as if the sun is embedded in his being as he stretches out to hold onto you. He pouts, out of his subconscious when you refuse to step towards him because - “A warning would be great, you know?”

He doesn’t respond with words, only whining and if the public could see this, maybe they’ll think twice before labelling him to be a tall nugget who seems far too intimidating for his age. As this is, more than just the opposite of what they have visioned. His body wiggles a little, being impatient. But when he gets what he wants, his smile returns and you feel it on your neck where he kisses you there then rests his weight on the column between your jaw and shoulder.

“If I die of a heart attack, turn yourself in to the cops,” You mutter under your breath, hands coming over his shoulders to strum through the strings of his hair. He chuckles and presses another kiss, nodding, “Guilty as charged, then,”

The pair of you stay like that for a moment. Like the sun hadn’t come out, the moon unavailable, the earth frozen in place without a chance to rotate with the hands of time staying still. A few precious minutes to bask in one another’s presence; Jungkook’s an ocean you’re willing to drown yourself in, you... the sky he wills to fall from if it means meeting you halfway in the bottom; a love so deep he’d jump over and over as long as he gets to hold you when the day cracks open and the night falls apart - anything is nothing as long as it’s for you.

Jungkook peels his eyes open when you nudge him from the pleasure of relishing on the silence and none other than the warmth of you body so close to his. He shifts, but not too far away when he’s learnt how to maneuver around to let you work but at the same time get what he wants. He’s towering from behind, watching as you take the bread from the toaster, spreading - “Jam?”

“Mhm,” He nods, deciding to hover his lips over your exposed shoulder by your loose shirt and he smacks a kiss gently. When it doesn’t show a reaction on your face, he does it again... and again, again, again, travelling over your neck and jaw until he reaches your cheek. He’s a woodpecker at this point, and if it’s possible you could feel a hole being formed that you jab him lightly with your shoulder to get him to - “Quit it or I’ll burn your toast,”

“...but that just means extra crisp,”

“And an earlier death,”

“Ah, you can’t get rid of me so easily,”

“...go be useful. Get me the orange juice and our cups,”

Jungkook decides it’s enough for the morning but as he lets go of you, making sure to stroke his palms over the line of your hips, sneaking his fingers underneath to touch your skin before he glides his hands down your thighs just because, he remains unmoving. He knows you know he’s there based on his body heat and the reflection you have from the glass wall in front of you. Your elbow meets his lower torso and he chuckles because - “Give me a kiss for each thing you want me to do,”

He can read you like a book when you don’t even care anymore, reaching over your shoulder without taking your eyes from what you’re doing to grab him by the neck. He leans forward to make things easier for you, moaning when you kiss him hard once your lips meet, with such aggression too early for the morning and he shudders when you bite on his lower lip. His hands return to your waist, willing to bring you into a familiar dance made for two bodies to link as one but when your hand comes down to his stomach and push him away, he doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or cry, “Cups and juice,”

He shakes his head and obliges, stepping away to retrieve what you want. The glasses clink onto the island, along with the carton of orange juice. You know he’s waiting for the next order, because then it’ll - “Pour it out, Jeon,”

“You know what to do, then,”

Over your shoulder, you motion him to come to you and he does without missing a beat. You lever him by the shoulder, tugging him down to kiss his cheek to speed things up. He frowns and puckers his lips but all you do is tap your fingers on it.

“I gave you a kiss. Now go and pour out the juice,”

He throws his head back, “You’re such a tease,”

“You’re the one teasing. Who brought this up in the first place?” It’s your turn to smirk at him, “Now do you want to get more kisses when you get things done or are you just going to stand there?”

It’s a silent say no more, woman as he speeds up in pouring the juice into the glass cups before he brings it out to the dining table without asking. He moves with the blink of an eye, returning to the kitchen to snatch the plates from your hands and you laugh when he’s animatedly buzzing around to set the table in the way you like. Even down to the details of how you position your utensils, moving the flower vase to the side because it’s grants access to see one another during the meal and when it’s - “Done!”

Coming out from where you stood for about a solid two minutes, the presentation is enough to make you laugh because not only does it look great, the final touch of Jungkook trying to pose by leaning his hip against the table while holding a bottle of ketchup and the carton of orange juice is a sight worth dying for.

“Jungkook,”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to get extra points,”

Approaching him, you remove the bottle and carton from his grip to set them behind him. Your hands find purchase on his cheeks, his legs automatically part to lure you in and he sighs when you kiss him. His arms move on their own, a natural reaction to hug you tight, refusing to let go when he leans in to prolong a kiss he thinks he did quite well in earning. He has his way for a good minute before you shatter his hopes (and dreams, this dramatic kid) but it’s not all at lost when - “You get your extra points after we’re done with breakfast,”

“Bon appetit, Y/N.”

((you can tell jungkook forgot about the whole bonus points thing when he wordlessly cleans up when he’s done. just as the last bite enters your mouth, jungkook swipes the plate and heads into the kitchen. one of the things you love about this kid is that he shows his gratitude in actions more than words. a silent rule of you cooking and him cleaning was something that came along the way without a discussion and it makes your heart swell when he takes initiative to do things around the house.

so when he’s setting the last plate onto the dish rack, you can tell he’s surprised but he’s pleased with the way your arms come round his waist as his hands join yours too soon at the familiarity of your presence overwhelming him. he tilts his head to the side when your lips settle on a spot where it sends shivers down his spine, and your hands guide his overlapping ones to the line of his boxers, “ready for your extra points?”

he licks his lips and he has to look at you. eyes dilated with need and desperate for more, his throat runs dry at the lust swimming in your eyes and the look you’re giving him and him alone.

“yes please.”))

#bts scenarios #btswriters #networkbangtan #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook #:> #i like calling him a tall nugget

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Perhaps companions react to Sole laughing at a few century old meme they found on a terminal?

Cait: Her arms are crossed against her chest as Sole cracks up about a picture they found while they were searching some still in-tact terminal. “Listen, Sole, we gotta get going,” she tries, but Sole’s just losing their shit and repeating ‘Meet me in the pit, Cait!’ She can’t figure out what’s so funny, but Sole laughing so hard winds up getting a few giggles out of her.  Codsworth: Codsworth remembers all of the old memes from Sole and their spouse laughing over the terminal in their house. He looks as happy as a Mr. Handy can look when he finds Sole laughing over some old meme. Codsworth doesn’t even think to ask questions, merely continuing on with his work cleaning up around Sanctuary.   Curie: Curie knows completely well what ‘Bon appetite’ means, but when Sole finds an old picture of a poorly-made looking meal captioned with “Bone apple teeth” and Sole begins cracking up, she doesn’t understand. “Bone apple teeth, Curie!” they cry out. Curie shakes her head. “Oh, madame/monsieur, I’m sure you do mean ‘bon appetite’, yes?”  Danse: Sole knows that Danse has taken a liking to a few cats around the Wastes, so when they finally manage to find a few old cat memes, including (but not limited to) long cat, they can’t help but laugh before they drag Danse over to see. Danse looks strangely interested, a smile on his face as he expresses the fact that he has never seen these in the Brotherhood archives.Deacon: You remember the meme where the CSI guy puts on sunglasses and a singer goes “YEEEAAAAH” in the background? Okay. So Sole shows Deacon a picture with that and immediately Deacon takes off his sunglasses, looks at Sole and goes- “Your sense of humor’s gotten pretty stale, Sole.” He puts the sunglasses back on and goes “YeeEAAAAH,” and Sole can’t help but lose their god damn mind, hands raising to cover their mouth while they laugh. Deacon’s got the most sly-ass look on his face.Dogmeat: Sole finds the doge meme programmed into a terminal, and they snort. “Look, boy!” They carefully lift Dogmeat by his paws so that he’s ‘standing’ and they point at the terminal, laughing. “It’s you!” Dogmeat barks.Hancock: He’s already having a great time before Sole pulls up a picture of an old news article. “Florida Man Calls Police To Report His Missing Drugs.” Sole’s just snorting, but Hancock’s the first one to actually laugh. “What kind of god damn idiot?” he calls out, leaning in as he urges Sole to somehow locate some more. He’s never been to Florida, but he wonders briefly if this Florida Man is still out there.MacCready: “Mac,” Sole whispers, looking over at him. There’s a smirk on their lips. MacCready adjusts his gun and moves over towards them. “Yeah, what’s up?” Sole just presses play on the holotape they found in the terminal. “Listen to this.” As soon as they press play, a drum starts playing, fading into a tune, and Sole’s immediately leaned over the desk howling with laughter. MacCready’s baffled, especially as the lyrics start playing. “’We’re no strangers to love. You know the rules, and so do I.’” Sole manages to sing along through laughter, and MacCready snorts. “Glad you’re having a good time there, boss.”Nick: Whatever meme Sole finds, Nick looks absolutely unamused. “Nick, this is classic comedy!” they argue, rolling their eyes. “Come on, you can’t tell me this isn’t gold!” Nick glances over to see a UFO on the screen with the caption “I want to believe” and Sole snickers before they look at him with a big cheesy grin. “I bet you I could edit this and stick the Mysterious Stranger on there, Valentine.”Piper: “Callout Post for Piper Wright!” Sole calls out, turning from their terminal. Piper blinks and looks over. “I’m- sorry, what?” Sole grins wide, laughing. “Her articles are more well thought-out than you would think!!” Piper snorts, and when Sole explains it to her, she’s sold. “We have to make one of these for everyone in Diamond City,” she decides.Preston: It’s a dog wearing a cowboy hat with the words “What in tarnation” written beside it. Before Preston can say anything, Sole presses a finger to the screen and goes “That’s you,” with a completely straight face before they start cracking up. Preston doesn’t know what to say, but he smiles and shakes his head. “Very funny, General,” he muses, tugging his hat down just a bit. Strong: He doesn’t know what a frog is, but Sole sure seems to find this one pretty funny. When Sole finally catches their breath, Strong asks what was making them laugh, and they tell him “That’s just Pepe.” He wonders, briefly, if Sole was friends with this “Pepe.”X6-88: He doesn’t find it funny, really. He kind of looks at Sole, who has doubled over laughing over a simple sentence, repeating “But that ain’t my problem!!” between fits of laughter. “Come on, is that really the extent of humor of the 21st century?”

#Anonymous #Fallout 4 #Companions React #Cait #Codsworth #Curie #Paladin Danse #Danse #Deacon #Dogmeat #Hancock #MacCready #RJ MacCready #Nick #Nick Valentine #Piper #Piper Wright #Preston #Preston Garvey #Strong #X6-88 #This is fucking ridiculous I can't believe I did it #I don't even know how close to the request I am? I tried #I really did