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script-nef · 3 years

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#bokutoisblessed | Bokuto Koutarou

Category: crack, fluff

2.2k words; MSBY fans dying over Bokuto and his family

Bokuto uploaded another photo

It seems like just yesterday little Hana was swaddled in his arms and now look at her. Like. Holy [censored] look at the [censored] post.

Dudes like. She can walk now. Her steps are so wobbly but also so cute and my heart like????? Just exploded when we were gifted with the sight of her??? AND THE WAY SHE GIGGLED WHEN SHE ARRIVED AT HER MUM’S LAP A SAFJAKFDL I CAN’T BREATHE

Comments [Anon]: Honestly we the fans of Black Jackals are so blessed because we get to experience this joy and bundle of life thanks to our lord and saviour Bokuto Koutarou and his amazing wife, who will hereby be named Kami-sama. Because God is a woman I called it.

[Anon]: I agree with 97% of this, except for the Kami-sama part. She said it’s uncomfortable and embarrassing so we have to call her something else. How about Wife-sama. That should be fine, right?

[Anon]: Oh I saw that post Bokuto put up! Saying how much he’s thankful for the support but not to call her that! The upload was a short video of her turning red after he called her Kami-sama and it’s a treasure I will keep for the rest of my life. And into the afterlife. Death can try to pull it out of my cold, dead hand but I won’t let it. YOU HEAR ME DEATH???? YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS FROM MEEEEEE

[Anon]: Bokuto said Wife-sama is fine! Apparently she was still red and it was the cutest thing ever. Bokuto is so biased (*cough cough* whipped *cough cough*) but hey I’m not complaining. I don’t think my imagination will ever come close to the actual reaction but I hope it does.

[Anon]: Do you guys remember, when he just started dating her, how he flooded us with posts of her and her only? Like, practically 95% of my feed was her since he was putting so much of them up. She could literally be doing nothing and he’ll be like “HOLY [censored] LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!” Without swearing because he doesn’t do that, but still.

[Anon]: OH AND THEN HE GOT INTO TROUBLE WITH HIS SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER ASKJDSKDJF THAT WAS GOLD

[Anon]: THEY LITERALLY PUT A VIDEO UP OF THEM TRYING TO TELL BOKUTO WHY HE SHOULDN’T DO THAT AND HE CONSTANTLY SAID “BUT I’M DATING HER AND THIS IS MY WAY OF SAYING I LOVE HER!!” LIKE BOI WE GET IT EVEN ALIENS WILL GET IT

[Anon]: And it started up again when she was pregnant with Hana. Like I could make a time-lapse video or whatever of her pregnancy just from the photos he put up

[Anon]: I honestly wonder how many photos he has of her and Hana

[Anon]: Probably a couple thousand. I mean like, I have a couple thousand of MBSY members but my love for them pales in front of Bokuto for Wife-sama, so.

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Holy [censored] I just met Bokuto

Okay so there was news about a new resident coming into our apartment, more specifically my neighbouring unit. It was previously occupied by this really old couple and we had this small farewell party. They dropped hints that the new residents might be kind of loud but that they were great.

A few days later, my doorbell rings and who do I see? It’s [censored] Bokuto. Like, straight up. In his casual clothes. Exactly the same as the photo on his Insta page where he said he was moving. Which I liked practically a few hours ago.

He was standing there with the biggest smile and saying that he’s the new resident and that they’re giving out homemade cookies because of the baby and Bokuto’s volume. And invited me to a small dinner. And I’m. Like my brain. Literally. Like my brain is even blank now. Bokuto. Invited me. To his house. So I could have dinner. And see his wife. And little Hana.

So I am here now, raiding my wardrobe to see if I have anything wearable because HOLY [censored] [censored] [censored] I’M GOING TO HAVE DINNER WITH BOKUTO AND HIS FAMILY I’LL REPORT BACK LATER IF HE’S FINE WITH ME SHARING THIS EXPERIENCE OKAY I REALLY GOTTA GO BECAUSE MY HEART IS BEATING WAY TOO FAST AND I NEED TO HAVE SOME MEDICINE

[Edit]: This was riddled with spelling mistakes because my hands were shaking from the aftershock.

Comments [Anon]: ???? What did you do in your past life to be awarded the opportunity of being neighbours with Bokuto???? Did you like, save the country or something? Is that what it takes to be blessed with him?

[Anon]: No you gotta at least save the entire Earth for this damn dude thanks for your service I guess

[Anon]: But if you gotta save the world to be neighbours with Bokuto, then what the hell did Wife-sama do to be married to him?

[Anon]: She saved the universe

[Anon]: But I think Bokuto will be the one to say he saved the universe to be with her that cheesy dork ugh I love you

[Anon]: LMAO I CAN HEAR HIM SCREAMING THAT

[Anon]: Are you back yet? Are you alive? Are you blinded by the magnificence that is Bokuto Koutarou and his family? I know I would be. So in order to kill me as well, TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED YOU CAN’T KEEP US OUT LIKE THIS I AM KNEELING ON THE FLOOR AND BEGGING FOR THE INTERACTION PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I BEG OF THEE I WANT SOME MORE SIR

[OP]: That’s really weird so stop that. I’m just about to go out now! I’ll spend the dinner over there, experience heaven, hope I don’t die of heart failure and possibly come back with a war story. If they allow me. Wish me luck guys.

[Anon]: GO BRAVELY SOLDIER AND MAKE US PROUD I AM PRAYING THAT THEY’LL BE KIND ENOUGH TO LET YOU SHARE THIS WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE

I’M BACK

Okay so that could only be described as one of the best moments in my entire life. Don’t worry, they said it’s fine if I share this. #actualsaints

So I finally found an outfit and took the chocolate that I was saving for myself, but since I can give my arm and leg for Bokuto what the [censored] is a chocolate, right?

I’m greeted by Wife-sama herself. Like. Less than a metre from me, saying “good afternoon” and smiling like the saint of tranquillity. (A side note but how do you have that when you live with Bokuto? And a child? My brother wants to know your secrets.) And she’s wearing what I think is Bokuto’s shirt since it’s way too big for her, I mean the end comes to her thighs. Sharing shirts is the most romantic thing a couple can do I don’t make the rules I’m just the messenger.

Anyway she invites me into their house, their amazingly aesthetical and cozy house. There’s a display case for all of Bokuto’s trophies, awards, certificates and everything. There are photographs of them together all over the walls, hung from strings spanning the entire house. There was a wall section dedicated entirely to Hana-chan. I felt like an uncivilised cave gremlin there.

Wife-sama was still making dinner and I was going to help her but little Hana-chan came to me. Like, she tottered over to me in the blue frilly dresses and tugged on my pants, babbling and smiling. Y’all I nearly died. I literally saw the gates of heaven and had a foot in but Wife-sama saved me by pulling me back into reality. By asking me if I wanted to play with Hana-chan. Which killed me again. And she was apologetic about it too? Like she doesn’t think I would give my kidney to spend time with her?

So I was playing with Hana but sneakily looking at the two of them being cute as hell in the kitchen. Bokuto was attached to her at the hip for the whole time except for when she asked him to get some ingredients. He was a puppy incarnate. They were sneaking kisses, whispering to each other and it was honestly so cute like I was getting diabetes just from one night.

The food was amazing, the dinner talk was so fun and delightful, Hana-chan was the cutest little angel ever, this was probably the best day of my life. AND WHEN I LEFT FOR THE NIGHT, THEY BOTH HUGGED ME AND IT WAS LIKE BEING HUGGED BY CLOUDS BUT THEY SMELLED SO NICE!!

I shall never forget this day. Mark my words y’all.

Comments [Anon]: How beautiful was their place? I feel like she would go with a pastel tone or black and white. And have cute things littered around everywhere.

[OP]: The house was really unique in the sense that it felt like two houses smashed together. Like they took turns decorating each section of the house. Looked like polar opposites. It was kind of weird at first but the aesthetics flowed well the longer I stayed there, if you can understand what I’m saying.

[Anon]: The fact that Bokuto and Wife-sama are practically opposites in many things but still formed a romantic relationship with each other and the fact that their taste or preferences complement each other perfectly is proof that they are soulmates. In this essay I will

[Anon]: Where’s the essay. Dude where’s the [censored] essay

[Anon]: HEY MAN COME BACK WHERE’S MY ESSAY

[Anon]: NOOOOOOOOOOO THE SACRED TEXTS

[Anon]: Bruh just a kidney? Take my [censored] liver. Take my heart. Oh no wait, she already has it in her squishy widdle hands.

[Anon]: I bid my left arm

[Anon]: Right arm

[Anon]: Lungs

[Anon]: I really love my brain but I barely use it so off it goes I guess

[OP]: ???? Guys? What are you doing? Stop this illegal organ trade in my post.

[Anon]: Shhhhh we’re showing our love

I saw Bokuto shopping and it was so cute

I do not do clickbait, it was genuinely adorable and my cheeks are about to fall off. As was everyone else’s in the entire mall.

I was just doing some shopping, getting some snacks and popcorn for the movie marathon I was going to have and who do I hear? Yeah, it’s Bokuto. And little Hana-chan whining to Wife-sama about how she’s not getting the snacks they want. It’s from memory since I didn’t take a video, I’m not a creep and I understand boundaries unlike some of you assholes, but it went something like this.

Bokuto: But think of all the caramel popcorn we could eat! Hana: Mama, sweeties. Sweeties. (What an angel, am I right?) Wife-sama: I already said no, it’s going to ruin your dinner. Hana: But it’s tasty! Bokuto: Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase? I’ll do all of the dishes and cleaning today! Wife-sama: You already do that every day, Kou. It’s not much of a bribe. (Husband goals) And Hana, we have other snacks at home. Caramel is bad for your teeth. Bokuto: But babe! Wife-sama: I said no, and that’s it. Hana: Mama!

It was just this repeated for like 10 minutes with Bokuto and Hana-chan alternating their whines. I would have snapped after 5 times but wow, this lady has the mental fortitude of Fort Knox.

They both sulked and followed her around as she finished her shopping. I can tell Hana is Bokuto’s daughter because her hair droops down like his and a cloud forms over her head. It was practically magic.

In the end, they bought one (1) salted caramel popcorn because Wife-sama is too soft-hearted and they literally clung onto her for 5 minutes peppering her with kisses. And Bokuto actually lifted her in his embrace. In the middle of the sweets section. Where everyone was looking.

Needless to say, she was very very red.

Comments [Anon]: Conspiracy theory: factoring in Bokuto’s godlike physical ability, inhumane and endless sunny disposition, his hair’s ability to reflect his moods, it can be concluded that Bokuto is, in fact, a God.

[Anon]: Well someone has a big brain

[Anon]: Wait then Wife-sama would be a Goddess. Gasp SHE DIDN’T WANT PEOPLE CALLING HER KAMI-SAMA BECAUSE IT WOULD BLOW HER COVER

[Anon]: Oh yeah, it’s all coming together

[Anon]: I can kind of see Bokuto and Hana sneaking in sweets and snacks into the trolley while Wife-sama isn’t looking lmao

[OP]: THEY ACTUALLY DID THAT I nearly ran into them again and heard her berating Bokuto for sneaking in chocolate and shoving it beneath all the meat so she wouldn’t notice. My man, please. You can never outsmart your wife.

[Anon]: Next time I go to the MSBY fan meeting, I’m bringing all the sweets I can for Bokuto and Hana. It’s the least I can do.

[Anon]: They’re so cute and I can’t wait for the MSBY match in three days where Bokuto’s family is going to attend. I promise I’ll post about it afterwards.

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years

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who do you think your moots could pull (from any anime/ manga)

anon im sorry this took so long, but here you go!!!! also if we’re moots and i didn’t tag you i’m SORRY i did my best to remember everyone </3

let’s begin! ~

@rfadaydreaming / @puppylcve - okay i know you guys don’t know this but cae is really pretty. so i honestly think she could pull anyone lmao BUT i have a strong feeling she would be erwin smith’s type.

@requindeterre - the ultimate ship is sh0rk. that is, saeyoung + shark <3 a close second is nanami x shark, but the saeyoung ship holds my heart <3

@bitsybutton - dabi. dabi. DABI!!!! motorcycle rides to the beach, drinking together until the sunset, maybe shotgunning a cigarette--- i live for this ship sm.

@bunx - i would say someone from genshin but i don’t play ;-; so im gonna go with tamaki, a sweetheart and too good for the mess bnha has become lol

@jihyuncompass - do i even have to say............ jihyun x anne. i even made them their own playlist heh <3

@spacesquidlings - gavin x squids is the clear choice here!! i see a lot of domesticity and sweet things for these two

@ofoceansandtombstones - mikasa x nyla is the one and only ship for me <3 taking care of your garden together, travelling, making fun of me and porco LMAOsdkjhfsd i love our hcs so much <3

@robospybird - omg we’ve talked a lot ab this in the server mutliverse lmao so im gonna go with endeav-- KIDDING. honestly, this is new but sero x eli? i really see it. we haven’t talked ab it before but i like it <3

@liamiya - you can’t follow lia without shipping lia and atsumu together. you just can’t. <3

@junisfics - im obviously going to go with armin lmao. to be honest eren was a close second but im afraid if i pair two aries together they’re going to destroy the world.

@soranociel - ofc mrs. braun has to be shipped with reiner <3 no other choice here

@boston-bakedbeans - jean x boston is my one and only jean ship <3

@armins-futon - goldieee <3 omg i’m between armin and porco... but i’m going with armin for this one.

@armins-bowl-cut - izzy!!! i have to go with porco here i just <3 yeah. love the idea of you two together heh

@oi-levi - levi ackerman has to be my choice. the way you write about him just lets me know how much you truly understand him and how cute you two would be together <3

@alert-arlert - i’m going with armin for this one <3 study partners, library dates, coffee runs together when you’re both sleepy... college sweethearts, istg i see it

@bakhoe - reiner x mar, for obvious reasons <3

@somecatastrophe - colt x jo <3 i just..... yeah <3 him getting embarrassed, being playful together, taking care of small falco :’)

@todorki-shoto - kuroo x t!!! honestly i love to see it, highschool sweethearts, study dates, boba dates <3

@kirishwima - listen, this is going to be. not what you expected but hear me out. just a second. jumin x sophie. I SAID LISTEN. i just feel he would try his best to take care of all your needs so you don’t have to worry about the small stuff and only focus on your studies and eventually your work <3

@bokoutoe - ray!!! maki x ray are my favourite <3

@ackermans-freedom-inc - levi x suz, obviously c: but imagine him sending you coffee from your favourite shop when you’re studying as a small gesture :’)

@thebubblybakery - i just think the cutest thing ever would be to pair you with niccolo <3

@quirky-and-kind - zen x lea!!! honestly i love this pairing so much and im so happy to somehow have contributed to their storyline :’) zen is so sweet and so are you, i can honestly see you being v happy together <3

@erenstellar - this may be controversial but i’m going to go with jean. i have no proof i have no reason, i just feel jean would be OVER THE MOON to have someone like you by his side <3

@alrightberries - my first thought was eren, definitely. but i could also most definitely see it with levi. hmmm. i’m going to go with levi for this one. i see you two as these long-time couple were you guys start acting married without being married <3

@franciium - this is a blind guess to be honest but i’m going to choose osamu for this one. he has both a playful and a calm side and i can see him truly admiring your art <3

@dimplesum - with oikawa!!! definitely. i can see it: the friendly banter, walking home from school together after voleyball practice, boba dates. i see oikawa uploading a lot of insta stories about you two <3

@inthisblogwestanthechoitwins - saeyoung!!! chaotic couple that is always fun to be around c:

@meowlayn-art - i just feel the need to ship and artist with an artist, so i’m going with jihyun for this one. i love your art so so so much and it’s either jihyun to be your artist companion or jumin to take care of everything else so you can focus on your art <3

#honestly i look at this list of amazing writers and im like ???????#y'all follow me?????#i'm in love i love them and admire them sm #allie answers #anon whispers

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zara2148 · 4 years

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Fethsteel Fic: Not Good Enough (For You)

So here we go, my take on how Fethry Duck joined F.O.W.L. and met Steelbeak. Less warning stuff for this one, mostly just implied abuse, though it’s clear Steelbeak has not had a pleasant history. Also, both he and Fethry have some self esteem issues... and there’s not exactly spoilers for “Lost Harp of Mervana,” but the new intro takes place right after it.

Also on AO3. Make sure leave kudos and comments there. I enjoy the feel of being applauded.

Huey was placing Isabella Finch's journal back in Uncle Scrooge's study when he spotted the tin can phone there, now connected to nothing. Scrooge held on to everything in the mansion, even seemingly useless things, on the grounds that it may one day come in handy again.

It was one reason why Trash Day could be such a nightmare, though Scrooge was starting to learn how to let things go...

Huey found Della and Donald unpacking their gear off the sub, hanging up suits and boxing equipment until it was ready to be used again. "Uncle Donald? Mom? Do you know how to get in touch with Cousin Fethry? I think he'd love to hear all about Mervana."

"No, sorry, sweetie. I haven't heard anything from him since he rode off on the back of that... giant... fish..." Della shuddered in remembered revulsion.

"Mom, it was a krill."

"A fish is still a fish by any other name."

"You also seemed fine with Mitzy at the time."

"I was too busy thinking about all the Moonlanders we had to beat up."

Donald sighed and turned away from a crate to answer Huey’s question. “I haven’t heard from him either since then.” He shrugged. "But that's normal for Fethry. He either calls every five minutes or he gets so wrapped up in something we don't hear from him for six months."

"Doesn't he have a cell phone we could call?”

"Knowing Fethry, it would just get dropped in the ocean." There was a reason Scrooge only trusted Fethry with a tin can after one too many busted phones.

Huey’s beak twisted in discomfort. “But what if he got in trouble? What if he needed our help?”

Donald let out a breath, more frustrated with himself than anyone else, even Fethry. He knelt in front of Huey and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Fethry is…” Cuckoo bananas really hadn’t been the right thing to say to Huey, not when Donald could see the similarities between the two of them. Unsure how else to finish that sentence, he tried again.

“Fethry is who he is. But he’s also a grown adult capable of making decisions and taking care of himself. If he ever needs us, he knows where we are.”

Della grinned proudly. “He’s a part of the Duck family. Surviving is what we do.”

Uncle Donald and Mom weren’t wrong about that. Cousin Fethry had survived alone in a collapsing sea base for years. He knew the Junior Woodchuck guidebook from cover to cover, just as Huey did. He was better prepared than most to face trouble when it found him.

"Okay, I'll just make sure to write down all my observations about Mervana to share with him when he gets in touch."

Donald gave Huey a smile. "I'm sure he'll love that."

***

“Don’t call us, we’ll call you.”

It was an old refrain at this point.

The last job interview he had, Fethry had spent a full half-hour talking about the eating habits of krill and the merits of singing when asked about his team management skills.

The interview before that, he spoke briefly about the endless silence of the ocean when asked how he dealt with workplace difficulties. He’d been too quiet after that question.

And the interview before that… well, he didn’t think that room was ever going to be the same.

Fethry’s laptop was old. Wires were sticking out and duct tape was barely holding the screen together. He browsed through the listings for scientists on Quacked In, tweaking his cover letter and resume slightly for each.

Maybe he was going about this the wrong way. Maybe he should try for a slightly smaller position at a lab, like a custodian! He had experience keeping things in custody! And then he could work his way up from there.

But the little Donalds had such faith in him. They believed he could be a great scientist. Fethry wasn’t going to let them down. He never really realized until it was too late, but Fethry knew he had a habit of letting his family down.

Gladstone had offered to help, after that big event with purple people from the sky… ahh, yes, the invasion! But Fethry knew how often people tried to get close to his cousin to use his luck. Family shouldn’t do that.

The next listing didn’t quite catch his eye. But Fethry was at the point of applying for everything that came up for “scientist” and read through what little there was.

“WANTED: Skilled scientists for private company in Duckburg. Duties will vary. Flexible work schedule, late nights occasionally required. Must be able to roll with the punches.”

He had no expectations that it would progress to a job offer. How he chose to look at was that he was doing really well on reaching his goal of 100 job rejections. He’d read all about re-framing your objectives for positivity!

Once he reached 100, well, he might as well try for 200 rejections then.

He reviewed his resume and cover letter on the final submission screen. He clicked “Send.”

Then he moved onto the next listing and thought no more of it.

***

F.O.W.L.’s computer settings were extremely sensitized when it came to tracking the movements and activities of the Duck-McDuck clan. They knew when Hubert Duck received a new merit badge, or when Dewford Duck uploaded another video to his overlooked Insta, or when Llewellyn bought a soda that wasn’t Pep branded.

Any diversion from or progress in the Duck’s family’s normal routine could be significant. That’s why they monitored it all.

So when a member of the Duck family applied for one of their vacant positions, it got noticed. Alarms went off, alerting the highest-ranking members in F.O.W.L. command.

Just ten minutes after the application was received, Bradford clicked through it on his laptop.

F.O.W.L. could just ignore this. Stay away from the Duck family until they were more ready to move out in the open. It would be a sensible move.

But there was potential here he couldn’t overlook.

Fethry Duck was one of the harder members to track ever since the McDuck SubLab crumbled into an undersea abyss. Satellite images last had him riding some sort of kaiju across the ocean, which was just typical when it came to the Duck-McDuck family.

When the moon invaders came they had made many mistakes, such as caring more about the acknowledgment of their perceived superiority than how they could exploit the Earth. But they had been right that it was better to have all members of that family accounted for when it came to global-scale plans.

Having Fethry under constant watch at F.O.W.L. would leave Gladstone as the most transient variable. And the lottery winnings and sweepstakes prizes he left in his wake would make him infinitely easier to track.

Fethry was also one of the more controllable members of the Duck family. Neither misfortune nor ostentatious fortune dogged his steps. He didn’t question intention and he didn’t try to stir up trouble for his amusement. He was so lacking in ambition that he stayed in a lonely janitorial position for almost five years. If he was taken to a lab and given every reason to stay, he likely would do so without seeing anything amiss.

His goal was to steal the world right out from under Scrooge. Why not start by stealing a member of the man’s family? One Scrooge was unlikely to miss for quite some time, given his avoidance of Fethry’s company.

Yet for a duck who didn’t believe in handouts, it said something that Scrooge still cared enough about Fethry to give him a string of jobs that he more or less performed adequately. He’d prefer it not come to threats, especially since harm to his family made Scrooge predictably savage. But if worse came to worse… better to have a hostage than do without.

And if he was useless? Disposing of him would be no hardship.

He clicked “Accept” and composed a brief response, suggesting a range of times that Fethry could visit a front location in downtown Duckberg.

After opening up the email and reading through it, Fethry squealed and picked out the earliest possible time.

***

Fethry hummed as he walked inside the address the email gave him. It was a plain building, notable only for its pristine white exterior that seemed all too blank.

He’d dressed up nice for the occasion. His red jacket was replaced with a slightly frayed and browned business suit jacket. His tie was a piece of dried kelp that Mitzy had picked out for him. She always had the best eye when it came to kelp. And his cap was still present, keeping his thoughts toasty warm!

Yet his throat felt clogged and simultaneously too dry. The papers in his hand would be wrinkled if he clutched them any tighter. There was a heavy feeling in his chest that told him he’d be out of here soon enough, and he would need to try his luck elsewhere.

A duck with a dirty face and ruffled hair sat behind the visitor’s desk. Her name tag read “Ample.”

He approached her without his usual bounce. “Hello, I’m here for an interview.”

She nodded and glanced through the schedule. “Fethry Duck?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“The director is ready to see you now. Go through the double doors over there.”

He dipped forward in an awkward half-bow, unsure if a handshake would be too presumptuous. “Thank you!”

He pushed his way through the double doors. The room was in grey shadow, a large desk slightly off toward one of the corners. Two chairs were in front of the desk, facing the figure behind it.

The shadows slightly obscured the person behind the desk. He could make out a shape but no features.

The shadow turned to him. “Ah, thank you for coming. Please take a seat.”

Fethry grabbed one of the chairs, shifting his paper copy of his resume as he looked at his interviewer up close.

Oh, he knew this vulture! He worked with Uncle Scrooge before! His name was buzzing around in the back of Fethry’s skull, waiting to be grabbed hold of…. what was it, what was it…?

“Bradley!”

“It’s Bradford,” he corrected in a cold tone.

Fethry slumped back in his seat, feeling small. “O-oh, I’m sorry.”

Bradford did not take the time to acknowledge what he said. He sat “So, Fethry Duck. Scrooge’s nephew.”

“Yes.”

“You hold no degrees, no certifications that would qualify you for a scientific position.”

“... no.” Fethry knew how much those pieces of paper meant to people. He sunk into his chair, almost wishing it could swallow him up, the way the ocean did…

...and that was not a train of thought he needed to be boarding right now. Fethry stepped off a mental platform, letting it whiz by.

Bradford continued, neither noticing nor caring about Fethry’s inner world and its struggles. “And yet, you thought you could apply here, for a scientific position with us.” He stood up and started to circle around Fethry. “Do you know what we do here, Fethry?”

“Science?”

“Among other things.” Bradford paused behind Fethry. Fethry couldn’t quite bring himself to turn and look at him. “What we do here... let’s just say we're out to change the world.”

Bradford resumed his circle and came to a stop in front of Fethry. He let silence reign for a few seconds before speaking. “And Fethry Duck? We’re willing to give you the chance to join our ranks.”

Fethry had to swallow down dry disbelief. “Really?”

“Yes.”

Fethry’s hands were clammy as he held out his stacks of papers. His grip wasn’t shaking, but his limbs felt hollow. “You don’t even want to look at my resume first?”

“I’ve already seen it.”

He let his arms fall to his sides. His voice came out small, as if he was once again speaking from the bottom of the ocean. “Why me?”

Silence returned. Bradford considered him over his beak.

“You’re the unnoticed member of the Duck-McDuck family. Isn’t it time you had a chance to prove yourself?”

Bradford wasn’t wrong. He wanted that chance. But the implication that he was only getting this job because of his family...

Well. Wasn’t that how he got every job he ever had?

Bradford turned away from him and loomed his way back behind his desk. “Mind you, the job still isn’t much. You’ll be working in a lab on your own projects, yes. But you will remain under direct supervision for the time being. Before undertaking any venture, you are to submit a full report that outlines expected costs and outcomes, in accordance with our guidelines.”

He sat down, his back hunched to allow him to continue looming from a lower height. “The pay is minimum wage, but you can work your way up through experience. Food and board will be provided on-site, so that’s two fewer things you have to worry about.”

Fethry absent-mindedly fiddled with his kelp tie, his attention otherwise on Bradford as he continued.

“As you may have surmised, your work is to be considered top secret. For the time being, we will ask that you remain in the facilities to better learn your responsibilities. There is to be no contact with the outside world without prior approval. Otherwise, you put ourselves and the work we do at risk.”

“If you accept the job under these terms, a car will be dispatched to pick up you and any belongings you choose to bring tomorrow morning.” Bradford steepled his fingers and looked through Fethry. “Do you accept these conditions?”

Fethry had forgotten he hadn’t said yes to anything yet. He wasn’t sure how he got so caught up that he missed that.

He could bring his team with him, their jar was extremely portable. But taking this job would mean saying goodbye to Mitzy for a while… hopefully, she would understand.

He nodded, then said for emphasis, “Yes.”

“Well, then. Welcome, Fethry Duck, to…” Bradford paused again, his words trailing off into familiar silence. “... well, we’ll just call it your new place of work.”

***

There wasn’t a whole lot to do at their headquarters between missions. The funnest thing to do around here was to play all the arcade games after the kids had gone home for the day.

However, the last time Steelbeak did that he blew an entire paycheck and ended up with only 20 tickets to show for it—not even enough to trade-in for a piece of candy. That didn’t make him stupid, that made the games rigged.

Now he stuck to the actual secret parts of their secret lair, wandering the halls. His wallet stayed full and fat, but the time between missions dragged on and on.

The gun course was fun, but there was only so much offtime an agent was allowed there. Spend too much time shooting things and command would send you over to their quack shrink.

The rec room was okay, but he’d be fighting every off-duty Eggman there if he wanted to pick which channel to watch on the sole TV. Not that he wouldn’t win, but his time in the prison rec room, and the underground fighting ring’s rec room before that, taught him that victory wasn’t worth it if you couldn’t find any good shows playing.

Which is how he often ended up doing what he did right now, trailing after Heron down to the labs. He’d watch her and watch the other scientists, trying to see how what they did tied into F.O.W.L.’s big ol’ villain schemes.

Did he always understand what she was working on? No. Did she ever really try to explain it in an easily understood way? Also no. Did these trips to the labs often end with her metal hand clamped around his beak, hissing at him and calling him names? No, well, yes. Yes, it did.

… he was supposed to be going somewhere with this, but he wasn’t quite sure where. Wait, no, now he remembered.

If he wanted to someday be the one hatching the schemes, he should watch how others hatched theirs first. It was like watching the prizefighter in the ring to learn how to beat him. Some people would only hit you if you asked them for anything, so you had to watch how they did something instead.

Most of the other scientists ignored him, and he didn’t pay them much attention either. But today, a duck in a red hat waved at them as he and Heron stepped inside the lab.

“Oh, hello! I’m Fethry!” The lab coat he was wearing hung loosely on him, clearly meant for a slightly larger bird.

“O-kaaay...?” Why was he expected to care?

A grin was spreading across Heron’s face as she looked the duck up and down. Then she turned her gaze to Steelbeak as she gestured offhandedly at the duck. “Fethry is our new marine specialist. He’ll be working on some of our most important projects.”

Heron… sounded like she was trying to hold back a laugh. What, was this smart guy really good at the jokes? Or did he know a party trick or two?

And what kind of name was Fethry? Might as well have called him “Webby” since he had webbed feet.

“Say, Fethry?” He knew that tone of voice from Heron. He didn’t always know the details of what she was saying, but he knew the sweetly sharpened tone was meant to cut someone down to size.

He felt… lighter, watching that tone be aimed at someone who wasn’t him. Like he was actually in on the joke for once. He also felt the urge to move to safer ground.

Heron’s smile was wide as she continued. “Why don’t you explain to my partner, Steelbeak, what you’re working on? He loves to hear about scientific experiments in great detail. Especially if you use a lot of long words.”

Okay, maybe he was still part of the joke.

Fethry’s eyes widened—he didn’t even know it was possible for someone to widen their eyes like that until Fethry did. “I’d love to!”

“Great!” Heron said in a passable imitation of Fethry’s enthusiasm. Under her breath she added, “Maybe now I can get some real work done.”

Steelbeak’s jaw tightened as she walked away. He refocused his gaze on the red-capped duck, who was all but jumping in place.

A snort escaped him as he sat down at a table. At least if this pipsqueak tried to clamp his beak, he could just knock him into next week.

“So what are you working on?” This was still more exciting than watching the walls, after all.

Fethry laughed nervously. It had been a while since anyone paid him a significant amount of attention. “Well, at the moment I’m just filling out the request paperwork. But I’m hoping to start an experiment on delaying the eating habits of the crown of thorns starfish.”

“The what?”

“Crown of thorns starfish. It eats coral.”

“And that is?”

“Coral is like…” Fethry scratched his head. He could never remember all the big words like polyps, sessile, and Anthozoa when he needed to. “It’s like skeletons scattered across the seafloor that fish live in.”

“Really? So fish just decide to live in dead bodies.” Sounded fake, but at least it wasn’t boring.

“Well, coral is a skeleton, but it’s also alive. It’s really bad when they do die.”

“So the fish live in alive dead bodies.” This Fethry guy was talking an interesting sort of crazy.

“Skeletons, yes. Called coral. Only these sea stars eat the coral, so the fish have no place to live then.”

“Now, these sea stars start off eating algae. It’s been called the grass of the sea,” he explained before Steelbeak even had to ask. Fethry’s beak scrunched up. “Though I have to say, grass usually tastes much better.”

“How long it takes for the sea stars to go from algae to coral varies. And there’s a lot of these starfish in the ocean. If they made the switch all at once, they could do a lot of damage.”

Huh. For the guy’s first project, it had the makings of a decent scheme. “So… if you could figure out how to make them do it, you could have them eat the fish out of house and home?”

Fethry actually nodded at that. “Or if I could figure out a way to slow it down, I could buy time for the reefs to grow.”

“...huh.” He actually followed most of that. Sure in his mind, coral reefs had a lot more skulls than they normally did. But he got the gist of what Fethry was talking about.

Black Heron hummed as she worked without interruption. Fethry calculated the costs of feeding and housing a small colony of starfish, making sure to show his work. And Steelbeak imagined blackmailing a fishing village with an army of sea stars. Small potatoes when it came to true villainy, but everyone had to start somewhere.

***

It wasn’t one of Heron’s longer science sessions. She tapped at some keys, read some screens, fiddled with some gadgets, and was ready to leave in a couple of hours.

Fethry had remained in the lab, drawing up plans for a sea star’s dream home. They’d need plenty of walking room, he’d said, so he was drawing up little pathway designs. Including one for a yellow brick road.

He started to reach out a hand to Steelbeak… for what, Steelbeak wasn’t sure. His body tensed in defense.

And Fethry must have noticed because he let his hand drop to his side and just smiled instead. “Thanks for listening. I know I kind of ramble.”

Steelbeak waited a few seconds to be sure that Fethry wasn’t going to make any sudden moves. Then he gave a shrug and followed Heron out.

It hadn’t been a hardship. Listening to weird undersea stuff passed the time. It was like catching a documentary on TV, without the meatheads that would grab the remote from you and change the channel to something else.

Black Heron laughed at Fethry as soon as they left the lab. "That guy," was all she managed to say before chuckles overtook her.

Steelbeak scowled. “What? What did he say that was so funny?” Was he the butt of someone else’s joke again? He'd make him go splat, if so.

Heron regained control of herself, but she was still grinning. “He didn’t have to say anything. It’s comical that he’s even here.”

The scowl receded and his brows knit in confusion. “I don’t —”

“You don’t get it, I know. Lucky for you, I’m in a good enough mood to explain. He’s Scrooge McDuck’s nephew. You remember, the guy you were supposed to get out of the arcade?”

“The big guy who wrecked one of my suits?”

“Ugh, no! He was the one wearing a top hat.” A frown flitted across her face, but her good mood was quick to reassert itself. Past failure meant little in the face of such a hilarious triumph.

“He came to us, wanting a job. He has no idea that we’re F.O.W.L. and no idea that we’re working against everything his family stands for. We’re holding him hostage, and he has no clue.” Another peal of laughter escaped Heron.

Steelbeak let out a chuckle as well, now that he was finally in on the joke. "Ahh, I get it. Classic dum-dum. What kind of idiot doesn't know who they're working for?"

The grin on Heron’s face slipped slightly.

"This should go without saying, but I know you so I'll say it anyway. Do not tell Fethry any details of your work, your missions, what we do here. Nada. Nothing."

"Well, duh. I know that. That's why they're called secret missions."

"Steelbeak, I once saw you brag about being a secret agent at a bar to try and get a date."

"And why not! They were cute!"

“And you wonder why your recreational leave is so limited.”

“What?”

“I’m saying dumb boys don’t get a lot of outdoors time.”

“Hey!”

A smirk moved across her face before she continued. “The director wants him to remain utterly oblivious, so secrecy is of the utmost importance. He’s not going to be happy if we have to lock him up or kill him for knowing too much.”

Steelbeak did not reach for his beak. He did not feel the slight dents that remained from trying to punch his own mouth open. “And we’re not just locking him up now, why?”

“Because the Ducks are easiest to manage when they think a situation is within their control!” Her voice was raised as decades of thwarted ambitions seeped into her tone.

Steelbeak was unimpressed. He could get just as angry, and he hadn’t needed years to get to that point.

“And what if he does ask what I do here?”

“Why would he ask? You’re hardly about to engage him in some deep conversation, are you?”

He couldn’t quite meet her eyes for some reason. “Well, no, but…”

“Oh, for larceny’s sake. If it does come up and you can’t avoid answering the question, just make something up. You’re an agent, do some lying.”

“... yeah, of course. I can do that.”

***

It doesn’t really sink in until later that night, back in his room, how Fethry answered all his questions without calling him, “Stupid.”

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The Break Up - Part 1

Part One

Y/N was sure of it. Chris was doing this to rub it in her face, to show how happy he was without her; and how his family was happy too. Whilst everything had been going south for her since they’d broken up, it seemed he was also siding with the world against her. She’d been watching the Insta stories of her close friends and family, never flipping past anyone because they were all people she knew intimately. Then Chris’ played straight after, before she even had a chance to skip it. They hadn’t unfollowed or blocked each other yet on their socials, of course this was down to their persistent publicists who’d decided it was best to not give the press any leverage on their break up.

In true Chris fashion, he hadn’t uploaded in a while - he wasn’t even an avid Insta user, so her theory that he was doing this to taunt her made sense.

Home is where the heart is, he captioned a picture of him and the family that seemed to have been taken candidly. Everyone looked so happy. Had this been taken almost six weeks ago, she would have been in there nestled somewhere between him and Dodger.

She’d lingered too long on the picture, smiling back at the faces she’d known as her second family in the last year and a half since they’d met. Then the next one played, and she didn’t want to skip it. She didn’t care if he saw her on the viewers list, she had nothing to lose now anyway.

“Happy birthday ma,” his Bostonian accent boomed, the video showing Lisa sitting at the kitchen counter in a robe scrolling through her phone as he walked up to her.

“Christopher Robert Evans!” She whined, extending her hand towards the phone, trying to block him.

“Whooooaaa,” He laughed, that laugh that she loved so much, “Wow! C’mon, just say ‘hi’ birthday girl,”

“It’s too early for this Chris,” she looked away.

“Why are you up so early on your birthday?” he asked hugging her, then the video cut off after the 15 second allowance.

Y/N had played it over and over again, each time noticing something new; his beard had gotten longer and hair darker. He’d lost weight: he wasn’t as bulky as she remembered him in her arms. But he looked so happy, so it couldn’t have been a post-breakup weight loss. The other times she’d noticed the small details that only she or his friends and family would know; how his nephew had shot up in height, Lisa had painted the kitchen in ecru and rearranged the pantry.

She knew she had to speak to Lisa and wish her a happy birthday. They still talked even after the break up, Lisa was always confident that it was temporary and that he would come to his senses. Y/N doubted it; he’d said some pretty mean things, she’d said some pretty mean things too and she wasn’t sure how they were going to, if ever, recover from that. Even though her heart was going against the grain of her resolve, challenging everything she stood for: to not be taken for a fool by a man. But feelings are a funny thing, and she loved Chris. Despite how he’d taken her for a fool, she still wanted it to work and this to be all over.

But Lisa didn’t pick up Y/N’s call that afternoon. Not even the second one either, the over-thinker she was, Y/N drew to a conclusion that Lisa was too busy with her family now to talk to her. Nor did she even want to talk to the woman that had hurt his son. And that too hurt because he had hurt her.

But the truth was, she wanted Lisa to pick up so she could hear his voice in the background. Even if it was muffled, it was her favourite sound.

“Hi Lisa, it’s Y/N...I uhm, I didn’t want to leave a message of course but I know you’re super busy with the family around. I just wanted to say Happy Birthday! I hope you have an amazing day with everyone. I miss you, sorry I haven’t been in touch much this week, I’ve been super busy. But I hope we can catch up sometime, okay, bye. I love you,”

And just like that, Y/N had spent the whole day glued to her phone endlessly refreshing her Instagram and Twitter hoping for an update. She’d lost the privilege of knowing the intimate details of what he was up to, so if it meant grasping 15 second bursts on Instagram, then that was fine too. She was like one of them now – his followers, only getting the vague and general stuff, and not the direct messages or memes sent directly to her like she used to. That realisation hurt her especially because he hadn’t been posting anything, and the one time he resurfaces he’s with his family, flaunting his joy and life without her. She had posted a lot, (too much even) since the break up, and if she were to be honest, it was for his attention. She wanted him to see how good she’d been looking, the mini dresses, the short shorts, the haircut, the mysterious male hand in her food snaps and the melancholic love quotes. But he hadn’t watched any of the stories, much to her dismay. Scott had, and he would call to check in on her. But he wasn’t Chris!

“Lisa,” Y/N answered later that evening as she settled on the couch with a glass of wine after dinner, resigning from her social media stalking because if she knew Chris well, she knew he wasn’t going to post anymore intimate moments with his family. And if anything, it would be something to do with Dodger or repost something about NASA and the moon and stars.

“Happy birthday!”

“Y/N, sweetie, hi. Thank you so much, how’re you?”

“I’m good Lisa,”

“Sorry I missed your call, it’s chaos over here,” she laughed. “I haven’t had a chance to catch a break since morning,”

“I can imagine. Always keeping you on your toes,” Y/N chuckled softly. “How’s your day been?”

“It’s been busy and full – but so lovely. They sent me to get a massage this morning, then they all cooked lunch. We’re just coming in from dinner. I got your present, you are too kind and generous Y/N. Thank you so much, I really wasn’t expecting it,”

“Oh you’re welcome, I hope you enjoy it,”

Lisa paused, “I uhmm...was hoping you would show up. I really thought when they sent me to the spa that I’d come back home and you’d be there as a surprise. I kept waiting for that opportunity for you to pop up and surprise me,”

Now it was Y/N’s turn to pause. But nothing came out, shocked that Lisa was thinking of her at all on her special day when she was spending it with her family. Even worse, was the gut wrenching feeling in her stomach as Lisa’s words sunk in reminding her how easily she could have been there today, had she maybe just swallowed her pride and parted ways with her inhibiting principals?

“It’ll be okay Y/N. You and Chris, this is just a rough patch,” Lisa reiterated the same song she’d been singing the last few weeks but Y/N no longer believed it.

It’d been weeks. No changes or sign that he was even going to come back. He’d barely fought for the relationship then, so why would he now?

At this point, she was starting to realise that she needed to graduate from the grieving stage of denial and anger to bargaining, and with some time acceptance.

“I don’t know Lisa, I thought so too but, I don’t know,”

“This isn’t right, you two love each other,” Lisa said, almost to herself more than anything. “Why can’t you both see it?”

“Uhm, Lisa I have to go,” Y/N said quickly, awash with emotions that she didn’t think she’d confront today when she’d woken up in a good mood.

No matter how friendly she was with Lisa, this was his mom, so she couldn’t be too reckless and as honest as she wanted to be, but her son had really hurt her and it wasn’t fair that she was painting a picture that both of them were being stubborn. Y/N needed to save the rant for her mom who was used to the late night phone calls and tears. But she loved Lisa too much to lose her by weeping over and ranting about that annoyingly handsome son of hers.

“I’ve got company, sorry. Can I call you tomorrow?” Y/N lied.

“Of course, I better go too, they’re waiting on me to start the movie,” Lisa laughed, both women knowing that she could read through Y/N’s lie.

But Lisa had a way of working her coulda-been-daughter-in-law; she knew the right words to say and a way to speak to her to get her to open up. Tonight wasn’t the right time, especially with her culprit of her son in the room next door and the joyous occasion.

“Ma! Come. On!” Y/N could hear Carly yelling in the background.

“See what I mean?” Lisa laughed.

“I see,” Y/N laughed. “Goodnight Lisa, and don’t worry about Chris and I. Enjoy your birthday,”

“Goodnight honey, we’ll resolve that,” Lisa said. “I love you,”

“Kay, I love you too,”

Y/N chewed on her bottom lip, pensive, sad, wistful, her heart longing for the Evans’ family company, and attention from a certain Evans. If she was there, she and Chris would have snuck out halfway throughout the film and gone for a walk where they would share intimate goals and aspirations. Or they would go on a long drive and end up in a parking lot with mellow background music and heating on in his car, eating McDonald’s off their laps and stealing each other’s fries and dips. Chris would teach her about the constellation. They would make a new playlist together and drive back, sneak back into the house sometime around 2AM and make a messy freakshake that they would have found on Pinterest. They’d stay up in the lounge, whispering quietly with Family Guy in the background and melt into each other as they made out. They’d ultimately end up in his childhood bedroom, squeezing in on his bed. It was a good excuse to cuddle all night long. Chris would wake up with a dead arm but the pillow talk made it worth it.

By the time she’d drowned her third glass of the red wine, her memories and visions of him got blurred and not so pleasant. The vision of the last time she saw him, the day that they broke up kept haunting her but in parts, so she decided to call it a night and waddled up to her bedroom and threw herself on the bed, falling asleep straight away. She didn’t hear her phone ringing and vibrating downstairs.

Baaaaby

Missed Call (2)

And then pinging with message alerts.

Baaaaby: hey Y/N, it’s Chris

Baaaaby: hope you’re ok?

Baaaaby: Call me when you can

Baaaaby: Please*

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

The Singer

Anthony Ramos x OC

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Things are really stirring up now! Big thanks to @charming-charlie charlie for helping with this one.

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Chapter 6: Secrets

After a hectic night at the “Bleu Bleu”, Scarlett decided to call it a day after she helped the owner close for the evening. Anthony was busy doing a dance workshop and told her to meet him there after she was done. She stepped into the wooden tiled studio space that surprisingly smelled nice. She picked up hints of lavender and rose as she opened the door to the main area where she could see bodies moving around the room. It definitely looked like one hell of a workout. Scarlett immediately spotted Anthony who was dancing with the instructor. She was guiding his movements although he didn’t need much help. His moves were fluid as he swayed and fell into a complex street dance routine. A tank top hung loosely on his toned body, along with a pair of track pants to allow for more movement. She followed his gaze as he appeared to be deep in concentration.

Once the music stopped, he breathed out a sigh of relief as he grabbed his towel from his duffel bag. He promptly wiped away the sweat from his face as he broke out into his signature grin. He high-fived the dark-haired woman before he caught Scarlett’s attention. She bit her lip and waved with her free hand. His smile grew wider as he approached her, giving her a sweaty hug. “Oh lord, Ant! You’re getting me all sweaty.” He laughed as he let his hands fall to her hips. “You know you love it.” He teased. It was pretty gross but she loved that he was finding a way to be active doing something that he loved. I mean, damn! Have you seen this man move? Let’s just say that Scarlett was incredibly lucky to have him. She knew that to be true.

Once Anthony said his goodbyes to his friends, it was time for them to head back to his place for some serious TLC. Just as they approached the door to his apartment, Scarlett’s phone began to blow up with notifications. She paused just as she was about to unlock the door. She reached in her pocket to see what was so urgent. Her friends had been bombarding her with messages about how the internet seemed to be loving her relationship with Anthony. Dozens of fan pages had already been made with their ship name, it was either Lamos or Anthonett depending on which account you clicked on. Scarlett scoffed and shoved her phone back in her pocket. She unlocked the door and made her way inside, Anthony behind her. “What was all that about? I’ve never heard your phone blow up like that.” He comments as he steps inside and sets his bag down. Scarlett finally picked up her phone and read the message.

Scarlett stared at Renee’s text message in shock. She knew this is what came with the territory, especially when dating someone who was in the public eye. Broadway had crazy supportive, and crazy insane, fans. Scarlett was worried about attracting the wrong kind of attention, especially since this was all new territory to her. Hopefully it would be nothing. Right? That is what Scarlett will wish for. Nothing bad would come of this and it’ll be fine.

Anthony had spent the night a few days ago and the two unfortunately did not see each other much after that. He was so busy on set and Scarlett was working at the bar every night. After the Hamilton crew showed up, the night where Scarlett and Anthony first met, the bar sort of became a little bit of a hotspot among Broadway performers. Since the bar was more packed than usual, Scarlett ended up working more. Not that she minded, she needed the money.

This morning though, she was struggling to get ready for work. Her phone was blowing up, a lot more than usual. It wasn’t just text messages either. She was getting notifications through her social media, which was more surprising. Her Twitter and Insta were often quiet enough, but she gained more followers with each passing hour and she didn’t even upload or post anything.

Daveed sent her the picture from the magazine. Scarlett’s face was visible, as plain as day. It was a candid shot of her and Anthony, just walking up the street. It could’ve been taken at any time. She never recalled seeing a camera around.

Oak sent the same picture, except he gave Anthony a super dramatic drawn on moustache and sharpie glasses with the text saying, “Can’t believe you are dating this dude!” followed by a laughing emoji.

Scarlett had to hustle. She was running late. Her phone was still buzzing in her pocket when she clocked in for work. Thankfully, her boss didn’t even notice she was late, and she was able to slip in and start doing her job without a second’s hesitation. She tried to ignore the vibrating phone in her back pocket, but it was proving to be difficult. She was also one thousand percent sure Anthony knew they made their public debut and she wished she could talk to him, even just for a moment.

It was no secret that Scarlett did not particularly enjoy the spotlight. She had to work up a lot of courage and swallow her nerves just for singing at the bar. Now her picture and her name were out there, which sort of terrified her. That’s never happened before. With all the thoughts swimming in her head, she almost tripped over the microphone wires on the stage she was setting up. Slight panic attack thinking she almost died, but she got over it and hid backstage.

Breathe, Scarlett. Just breathe. You’ll be fine.

Again with the incessant buzzing. Scarlett pulled her phone out of her pocket and saw the notifications. Some were from social media, her being tagged in new posts, and she received more text messages. Renee was texting her, just to check up on her. Oak sent text messages of the magazine picture with various objects on Anthony’s face. At least he was having the time of his life.

She sent a quick text message to Renee saying she was working and that she will have to get back to her later. Anthony sent her a text before he started shooting scenes. It was a simple, “Good morning, beautiful. Hope to see you soon!” message and Scarlett didn’t have time to reply before she went back to work. On the one hand, she was glad she got the morning shift and would be done early afternoon. On the other, she wanted to stay busy and keep her mind occupied. Inhaling a deep breath, Scarlett went back to work and tried to focus.

Scarlett was on a break. There was only one hour to go, and her boss was forcing her to take ten minutes now. She worked non-stop for most of the late morning and was finally getting back to her boyfriend. She read his text messages and she couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps it’ll be okay. If Anthony can find humor in this, and wasn’t freaking out like she was, then maybe she truly did have nothing to freak out about. Anthony seemed pretty calm, so maybe it was all good.

She texted him back, saying he cannot fire Oak as a friend (or from life) and that she wanted to see the new artwork Oak created that made Anthony look like a fish. She sat in the breakroom as her text message went through and she just sighed. It was a relieving sigh, like she had been holding her breath in all day and finally had a chance to exhale. A weight seemed to lift off her shoulders. She didn’t know why she didn’t text him or talk to him in the first place. A lot of panic-inducing nerves could have been subsided if she simply just let her guard down. This wasn’t going to be so bad after all. She smiled as her phone buzzed, with Anthony replying to her message. It went back and forth, the little banter, and it just made her feel good. She could get through the next 45 minutes in one piece. Maybe she will pick up a copy of the magazine on her way home.

Her break was almost over. Time flew by when she talked to Anthony like she was. She was almost about to get back to work when someone entered the breakroom. She recognized Charlie immediately, her long hair in a tight ponytail that seemed to give her an unnecessary facelift. “Hey, someone just dropped this off for you.” Charlie handed Scarlett an envelope, one of those manila envelopes with the metal brad on the back. Scarlett, looking surprised, thought for a split second that it was a copy of the magazine, probably from Renee or Oak, sent through a courier system.

How wrong she was.Scarlett opened the letter and pulled out a piece of paper. It took her a while to read what the message said. The message contained glued letters, cut from pieces of a magazine. It looked hastily done but it was enough to rattle her. She grabbed her phone and called Anthony. He didn’t answer so she called again. After the third time, he finally picked up.

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice dripping with concern. Scarlett calling him over and over again meant something had to be wrong.

“Can you come to the bar? Now?” Scarlett asked. Her voice was shaking as she entered panic mode again. Charlie stood there, looking concerned, but not really knowing how to react. She couldn’t see the letter since Scarlett was clutching it tightly to her chest. “Right now.”

“Everything okay?” Anthony asked slowly, like he was trying to get more detail out of her but Scarlett hung up. Her hands were shaking, and she almost dropped her phone if Charlie hadn’t caught it at the right moment. Scarlett looked down at the letter again. Okay, this never, ever happened to her before. Was she over-reacting? She didn’t think so. She read the message repeatedly. Can she freak out now? Looking at the message, she felt it was justified.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

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mgkconfessions · 5 years

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Your honest opinion what do you think about this relationship? Tbh I think it’s just very superficial in my eyes and I’m very shocked to see Colson change all of sudden and have his business all out there on social media, its almost as if he wants to show off and be like other celebrities who seek attention 🤔 idk what it is but they won’t last long.

We are definitely on the same page here. I don’t know how to start and end because I have so much to say about this like a whole analysis in my head of everything, but I try to keep it as short and informative as possible. So sorry in advance ^^

First of all social media doesn’t reflect the reality at all. Especially not when it comes to relationships. She can call him baby and comment heart emojis as much as she wants, but I will never believe that their relationship is anywhere close to a deep and strong bond how she (or they) want(s) to portray it. Here are my 3 main reasons why I don’t buy it:

(Disclaimer: Just my opinion, I don’t know them)

1. This relationship involves everything that he hates: Capitalization on a relationship and calling the paparazzi.

Only last year he said in an interview that he never publicized any of his relationships and then went on with “maybe I just should have, because I see everyone publicize relationships and just go [points fingers up like skyrocketing] but it just seems so weird to me... so I don’t know”. Then he reveals he dated this one singer and they were papped at super random unknown places, so he felt like asking if she’s one of those people who call the paparazzi on themselves. He just seemed very irritated and annoyed by it. Again this was only last year! This year he released Hotel Diablo and says on Death in My Pocket “I lose a piece of my soul when the camera flashes”. It’s in his interviews, it’s in his music, heck it’s probably in his DNA, he doesn’t like to publicize his relationships, because he thinks it’s weird to use it as an advantage for your career and I respect him so much for that!

And now to him and Schantelle (Sorry, I don’t want her to find this post when she searches her name on Tumblr). He has never been papped more often in such a short time before in his entire career than with her at the MOST RANDOM PLACES like picking up clothes from a store (never saw him papped in that situation before) and walking towards his car. Paparazzi know which places are popular among celebrities, but you can also call them to “catch” you somewhere. There’s specifically one paparazzo who seems to get all these Insta famous people that no one outside of Instagram cares about, which you can tell by comments under other websites asking who that is and why they are relevant. Schantelle is of course one of them. I obviously don’t know it for sure, but I can imagine her calling the paparazzi and honestly in those pictures she seems a lot happier and relaxed than Kells, who absolutely hates it. Even Slim commented under a picture that the reason why Kells looked so annoyed was allegedly the paparazzi. The problem is that she needs media attention and people talking about her to stay relevant, because let’s be honest, her music alone is not popular and good enough to do it on its own. It’s very generic and I don’t want to go into too much detail because of length, but she has a history of staying relevant by attaching herself on famous men and getting papped. She social climbs like no other ^^!

Also notice how at the moment she isn’t papped by that one paparazzo at all, whilst Kells is on Tour? Maybe it isn’t worth it then, I don’t know, or maybe she knows how to get the attention otherwise, which brings me to my next reason.

2. IDGAF I’d date myself: Trouble in paradise?

There was an incident where he posted on Insta, that he’d date himself and a picture with “take a good thing and fuck it all up in one night” showing a middle finger. Schantelle posted around the same time a screenshot indicating that she cried. Kells doesn’t strike me as a person who likes to subtweet, so I assume they did have at least one argument so far. Looking at her Twitter history, it doesn’t seem that rosy either all the time.

I don’t know if you noticed, but this is kinda their dynamic on social media platforms and I’m aware of how silly the following sounds, but you can watch every dating advice video and everyone will tell you the same. He likes and comments a lot more on her page than she ever did on his, which makes him always look like he’s so much more into her than she’s into him and maybe that’s also why he keeps coming back to her (at least online), because she gives him attention only enough to keep him wanting for more, but not too much, so he won’t get bored of her because she’s always available.

Might explain why the moment he publicly ignores her, because he likes an independent woman who doesn’t always need him and he’s kinda busy dealing with his own stuff, she posts sad tweets/ likes sad tweets/ films her feet/ posts “sexy” pics, Kells comes running back with tongue emoji and likes until he doesn’t publicly pay her attention again and the cycle continues. At this point it’s predictable and this back and forth is getting boring, because it’s the same thing again and again and again. Before anyone wants to attack me that none of her posts have to do anything with Kells, sure they don’t have to, but she’s been long enough in this game that she knows that this is exactly how you send subliminal messages and be shady so that other people will notice it and show interest.

Thank God social media doesn’t reflect the truth tho. Therefore she can call him “king” and post “i love you bb” and comment heart emojis as much as she wants, but this isn’t his thing and I highly doubt he likes it, because...

3. ily bb, my baby machinegunkelly: The failed publication of their relationship

When I look at how he used social media when he was dating someone in the past he always kept it very low-key. Sure he liked photos and might upload a picture too, but it was never a huge love declaration, if it even focused on the girl at all. And now comes Schantelle.

She tried to publicize their relationship first by using a PAPARAZZI picture of them in his car with him showing his middle fingers and smiling. He didn’t react at first, she looked stupid, then he reposted it only to delete it immediately, what made her look even more stupid and then finally decided to repost it for good without adding anything HOURS later. No comment, no emoji, no nothing. Seems like he was very unsure how to react and if he really wanted to post it. I don’t know about you, but if I were famous and in a relationship, I would have a conversation at some point if and how we would make our relationship official to the public. I don’t think they had that one, looks more like she just made that decision for him by posting the picture, because why would he have deleted it if their love was already so strong and real and they BOTH wanted to publicize it anyway? Hate and unhappy fans were to be expected, therefore I don’t think that was a reason. If you want to see his middle fingers as a “fuck you all, we’re dating” then it makes even less sense to delete it because of mean comments.

So why is he so open about her?

I just think it’s hard for him to be different (I don’t care how often he claims to not give a fuck, we all do at some point and he’s a sensitive person) and to stick to his different morals, when everyone around him, sometimes even younger ones in the same business, have no problem to normalize the capitalization on relationships and skyrocket their careers whilst not facing any major consequences for it on the surface. I think because Kells isn’t in a great mental state, he says so himself and his career progresses rather slowly and he doesn’t get the recognition he deserves, which can be frustrating at some point, he was like fuck it and maybe wanted to see how it is when you’re more open about it. Like dipping his toes into the water and she’s the perfect girl for that. I mean she literally got famous because she was seen with Justin Bieber, which is a whole other topic on itself.

In conclusion, I think that their relationship is superficial too, regardless of how many heart emojis she posts and pictures he likes. I agree with you that he changed in this regard and seems like he wants to show this relationship off. However I don’t think he’s standing 100% behind it being so public, because of the picture he reposted, deleted and reposted and he never seemed to publicize relationships (see his behaviour when he dated Josie) in the past before. This change doesn’t mean at all “she’s the one”. I believe it has more to do with him and his general situation, his career and mental health than any temporarily presented woman in his life. And of course they won’t last. I don’t know how long and at some point I won’t care anymore, but celebrity couples rarely stay together. Why would they be any different?

#asks

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fxckinbaker-blog · 5 years

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Friendship from my perspective

I go through phases, where I see other groups of females having fun together, being that close they sleep in the same bed after a night out and spooning each other or a work colleague takes time out of her busy schedule to call her bestie and talk her through a panic attack.

... And I feel like I’m missing out, I feel like I should have these female friends, that I can be totally myself around, almost wishing I was out with them on that night out they shared on their Snapchat story.

I don’t have many friends, after realising I wasn’t worth much to some, I blocked and deleted them because they were draining my energy, reading my messages (checking up on them) and then not replying, kept asking them, is everything okay? You wanna meet up soon? Have I done something wrong? (this is just within the last year)

At school I was the reject girl no one liked, I wasn’t pretty, I wasn’t skinny, I wasn’t as confident or outgoing compared to most girls in my school, barely any girls wanted to be my friend until I started my GCSEs and I had 2 friends, who up until recently I’ve just started talking to and meeting up with again.

Out of school I was friends with a girl from another school, who was also bullied, she was my best friend at the time and after she ran away from home she soon became my foster sister and started living with me. We both had crushes, all teenage girls do, I would know who hers was, but I’d never say anything to him. However when she knew who my crush was, she had to have all the attention. One prime example would be that we were at my friends house who I had a crush on, she took his belt off and put it on herself and made my crush and his friend chase after her all around the house, I was sat on the sofa the entire time, not having the best time of course. And this happened multiple times when we were kids. Around 2 years ago we went to the pub where her bf worked, and she was chatting up a bloke from her school “for me” but you could tell she loved the male attention, tying not to make it look like she was enjoying it too much, due to the fella keeping a watchful eye on her. We aren’t friends anymore

I was friends with 3 girls in sixth form, 1 of which used to bully me in primary school, and another got drunk and involved me and her best friend in a car accident, I have a statement to the police and she got a driving ban but her other friend didn’t, to protect her, I guess I may have done the wrong thing in terms of “the girl code” but her excuse was that she was having a hard time because she THOUGHT she may have been pregnant after having sex with a stranger abroad.. (like worrying about being pregnant is the main thing here, she could have gotten a nasty STI!?) and I just felt like, so you put your friends in danger all because you can’t keep your fucking legs closed. We aren’t friends anymore

When I was about 18 I made friends with a 14 year old who was a bit alternative, was mature for her age but certainly showed her real age when she drank alcohol, got giddy etc. We were friends for a long time and I classed her as my best friend at this time in my life, she also had another best friend who she lost touch with a little over the next few years after this, we used to make a thing about getting together every weekend to get drunk and stay at each other’s houses, make each other food, going shopping, all the girly stuff I craved doing with my mates in school, I’d reverted back to a 14 year old. We fell out a couple of times but she left school and got into working at make up counters. when she turned 18 she became a manager at Clinique in Debenhams and she seemed to change, she went from the skater girl I first met, who drank lambrini on the skate park to this blonde, pompous, Prosecco drinking arrogant twat.. her and another girl who hung around with us at the skatepark moved in together, I was asked to go out to Nonnas (a posh bar) after I broke up with someone but that wasn’t the reason she wanted to meet up, as she then said she would have to have a movie night with her dad, then again changed her mind because her dad said they and do it another time.. then asked if someone else could join us for “Prosecco”, during this meet up, I was able to tell my friend what my ex had done for me to dump him, and she sat and told me that I just need to find someone who’s different from me, then carried on a conversation with the other friend she had invited, every time I tried to have an input it was like they were singling me out, every time I went to say something, someone butted in and started talking about something else, I mentioned a trip they went on without me and that was the topic of conversation for the rest of my stay, I got interrupted again by the other friend shouting “let’s get cocktails” knowing they were £7 a cocktail and normally I wouldn’t expect my friends to pay that much for a drink for me, but this time it was like nah fuck it, you can pay, they got martinis in tall pretty glasses and I had an amaretto sour, it only took me till they both turned their backs to me to put their drinks neatly in front of a plant on the other side of the table to take a picture and upload it to Instagram tagging each other in it but not me and then captioned it as “just out with the bestie” no plural, shortly after I said I’m leaving after this drink and this cigarette and I did. There was some discussion about that evening, my friend did say she was sorry and that she didn’t think but then I felt like I was the friend that gets invited out when no one else is available, I’m the last resort, I’m the boring friend that isn’t any fun when I go out with a group of people, that group of friends were just not involving me in anything anymore and again was being ignored on messages. We are not friends anymore

I was friends with a girl who lived in a women’s refuge at the time, who had mental health problems, we became friends because I was making my way to the skatepark after seeing my boyfriend and she was leaving, I asked her why she was leaving and she said because she was being bullied, I said let’s get some weed and take the piss out of them, so we did and we spent nearly every day together after that, but she only stayed with me because I had weed for her to smoke, she kept promising she would get some when she got paid but never did, she got with my next door neighbour and once asked me for some fake tan and I said there will be some somewhere, when I found it I told her where it was and I’d get it for her when I remember, the next day it was gone and I asked her if she had taken it, she said no, however she slipped up by saying the brand of the fake tan, (St Moriz) and staying how it affects her skin, I knew she had lied and had it out with her and she apologised for lieing and stealing, I gave her one last chance, she called me crying saying she had enough of everyone, so I told her to come over to my place, have a night off smoking weed and just chill and have a pamper night, she said she will when she’s done something I asked her what it was and she said she was waiting for someone to come back to Queen’s Park so she can have a smoke with them, so around 2 hours went by and I called her again, she said she was still waiting for this guy, so I told her, do you think you can use me? Do you think you can just use my home like a hotel? And use me for weed? It was clear she was using me due to the fact she was staying where the weed were. We fell out for ages but we became friends again recently (no where near as close)

I was once friends with another girl who had mental health problems, she wanted to move to Sheffield after us being close for a while, she got with someone who was already living there, she saved my life as well, if it wasn’t for her I’d have committed suicide.. seriously.. she split with said guy, moved back to her mums for a bit and then moved back to Sheffield, she told me before she left that she would never forget about me or leave me out because she has an “attachment disorder” and that she is attached to me as a friend. We met up once the first time she moved and I arranged it, and I saw her when she was living with her mum but then when she moved back again, she uploaded a pic to her insta that she wouldn’t normally upload, she isn’t the kind to post pics of body parts let’s just say, so this was weird for me to see, so I asked about it and she basically shunted me and said if you don’t like it fuck off, I was just trying to understand why she felt the need to upload a pic like that, to get male attention essentially. She told me she’s into DDLG (dominant daddy little girl) but she said it wasn’t ever sexual whenever she entered “little space” where she would talk and act like a 4 - 7 year old girl, colouring in colouring books, having a stuffed toy and a dummy in her mouth (she called the dummy her “paci” as in pacifier) I got her to send me a link to a website that explains it in simple terms, I read it and still didn’t understand why she uploaded this picture, she said it was because her insta is like an online scrapbook and she said she thought she looked good in the photo and said she was doing it from a feminist perspective (which I just do not understand) but I respected this anyway and moved on from it even though, in my opinion, she should have more self respect, sorry for being old fashioned but that is just me. Photos aren’t yours once they reach the internet.. Js. After this I kept messaging her, checking in with her, asking if she wanted to meet up and things, I even texted her one day and as a joke I said you aren’t ignoring me are you? And she did in fact ignore me. Eventually after getting sick and tired of being ignored and getting upset about possible reasons why, I decided, this no longer serves me, and blocked and deleted her on all my social media profiles. We are no longer friends

I was friends with another girl with mental health issues, when I first met her she wouldn’t go out drinking, she just invited me over for a sleepover with alcohol and some munchies, which is still amazing, but I just spontaneously asked if she wanted to go out and honestly it was probably one of the best nights both of us had in ages. She started to come out of her shell a bit, we did a lot of things together and got quite close, we had such a laugh when we got drunk together, I probably miss her the most to be honest.. she fell out with me because she thought I was taking her for granted and perhaps I was without realising at the time but no, completely dropped me on my head and said “I don’t want anything to do with you anymore, I’ve had enough of being a doormat” not just with me but she had pied everyone off that she though weren’t good enough to be her friend, soon enough she had no friends but I stay in touch with her cousin and I spoke to her and she said she would pass on a message for me (after about 6 months or more) I didn’t get a message straight away but eventually I got a text from this girl, basically saying sorry it’s taken so long to message, that she had been thinking about what to actually message me, I wanted her to know that if she didn’t have anyone, I’m still here, cause I never meant any harm in the first place, she told me she just had enough and ended up fucking everyone off and her bf were the only friend she had left because she admitted she was too hard on some people. She went back into her shell and seemed to like it there, she came out drinking but only till around 10pm on New Year’s Eve 2018 with her bf and that was the last time I saw her, I tried to check on her and ask if she wanted to meet up, I got a rude reply from her bf which she apologised on his behalf for... and then continued to ignore me, the last message I sent was, have I done something wrong?? And I told myself, I’ll wait a week - a week went by and still no reply so I blocked and deleted her as well.

I started working for a company and a college friend helped me get the job, over the course of 2 years I got to know her a lot better, also had mental health problems, only she self harmed... A LOT and then covered the scars with tattoos, she told me why she self harms one day, she used to invite me to the pub but I never had the money or energy after working at a dog grooming salon - we had a new manager and we spoke about what she is and isn’t doing properly, I said one thing is that she isn’t sticking to the bookings, I would book in a specific breed with myself so that I could put it in my portfolio because it’s what I needed to move forward onto the assessment I needed to do, and because my manager had a big dog booked in with her, she would swap the dog I needed with the big dog so I had to groom the big dog and she could groom the cute small one instead. We bitched about our new manager quite a lot. I had been suspended in my first year because the girl that got me the job, reported me to management after I came in one morning while the main shop wasn’t open, the night before I checked my bookings and everything was fine but when I arrived for my shift, I had a labradoodle which required two people to groom her, she was very nervous, and I had it swapped onto my bookings because the girl that got me the job wanted to groom the smaller dog on her own, the nervous dog was pulling her legs away from me but the girl told management that I was pulling at her legs and swearing at her (WHEN SAID GIRL ACTUALLY PUNCHED A FUCKING DOG IN THE LEG WHILE I WAS RESTRAINING IT FOR HER - YOU’RE WELCOME BY THE WAY - THATS HOW A TEAM WORKS, YOU FUCKING HELP) after being suspended I was investigated and disciplined as gross misconduct, not only this but a lot of bitching and a lot of rumours later, (roughly a year later - after I had been signed off work with anxiety and depression) I came back and during my day I had to deal with a customer complaint, I asked both the girl and another colleague to support me by putting my next dog back in a cage while I help a customer make a complaint, no management were around so I had to wait with the customer, I hadn’t realised that when I came into the main salon area that my next dog was still hooked up to what we call a noose, so I put him away and carried on, I got suspended that day as well and later investigated and had a disciplinary hearing for gross misconduct - the girl told me she felt guilty and shouldn’t have gone to management and should have helped me, I was asked if I would like to be taken out of the grooming salon and into the shop, I basically said you can stick your job up your arse, cause I’d had enough of everyone in the grooming salon banding together to purposefully make me anxious and picking on me. Even this girls parents don’t like me, they look at me in disgust and I even saw this girl yesterday, while she walked past she must have seen me and she muttered under her breath “ooohh god” oh I am sorry for my mere existence?? I’m sorry for doing absolutely nothing to you to deserve being stabbed in the back like that. I actually thought we were friends. I was clearly wrong to think that.

So this now brings me to a sort of conclusion, where I say something like, so all you bitches can suck a dick. No, I’ve held onto this for years, and I can’t seem to let go. I don’t understand why I get misunderstood and mistreated by so-called friends, I don’t understand why people think it’s a normal thing to stab your friend in the back when all they’ve done is try to be there for you, cause I’ve been through some shit, but I think this hurts me the most, when I look back at friendships that have broken down either because of my actions or their actions, I just can’t seem to get closure on this and I can’t seem to let it go either.

So all I ask is this, if you think you’ve been mentioned on this or you think you’ve done something really shitty towards me, then please have some fucking balls, PM me and tell me what the fuck I have done wrong to deserve this bullshit? So I can ACTUALLY understand why? And maybe ACTUALLY move on and be able to enjoy my life a little more? Stop being a shitty person all ya fuckin life

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Girls Trip.

Before we left for Vegas, I was worried. A hundred excuses about why this was going to “end badly.” I trudged up and down the stairs, laundry piled in my arms, half-heartedly packing the smallest of carry-on bags. There would be too much drinking. There would be money gambled and lost. My son had an upcoming test and I wouldn’t be home to help him study. What if I got the flu from traveling halfway across the country? What if the kids got the flu while I was gone? Was this trip even necessary? Were we being indulgent?

So that’s how I got in the car to go to the airport. Laden with stupid little fears, and wearing high-heeled boots that were already starting to hurt because I told myself that I was in my forties now and I needed to start traveling ‘in style.’ Why? Who the fuck knows. I do know there were separate texts threads I was not a part of.

Dag is being a party pooper, Dag needs to relax, whatever Dag.

They were right. I needed to relax. In my eyes, there is nothing as mystifying and miraculous as a woman who is able to give into the conviction that everything will be alright. Holding onto this feeling is my holy grail in life. I chase it. I was chasing it then, speeding down the turnpike on a bright Sunday morning, across the George Washington Bridge, while the driver played NPR.

Most of my anxiety dissipated when I saw my little sister at JFK. She’s recently become a mother herself. Her son is probably the most beautiful little thing I’ve ever laid eyes upon. She’s doting and selfless, and will go down in the books as Best Mom Ever. “I’m not wearing any make-up,” she said when she hugged me, and when she hugged me, my worry went slack. Her face was full of emotion and exhaustion, having just experienced the bittersweet ache of having to hug your baby goodbye. And just looking at her, a thought came to me, a thought that surpassed everything. This is important.

Sometimes leaving is important.

The last time we had flown together solo had been a year ago, and I had nothing but warm and fuzzy memories of that trip. Those memories helped. And as I boarded the airplane with my sister and Alice, I could feel a familiar transformation beginning. I was becoming a girl again, a girl with a room of her own. Or at least her own seat, in row 16, by the window, next to a lovely British gal who greeted me with a wide, open smile.

The fight was smooth. I didn’t grip the arm rest. I nodded off, listened to music, read a few magazines. I stared out the window into clouds and then Rockies, and then into a desert, the topography like something from Mars. The further we flew, the more I relaxed. And the more I realized yes, this was necessary.

You can’t wish motherhood toward you, as much as you can’t wish it away. It follows you, a stray dog at your heels, or a shadow, or a sunrise. You bask in its light, become windswept in its gales. It seeps into you, wipes your slate clean, digs in its claws, saves you, weighs you down, carries you. We become mothers and we become someone else’s - fully, a thousand percent, twenty-four seven. At least most of us anyway.

We become drivers in the passenger seat, just like that.

Once we landed - and all at once - I abandoned my traveling buddies and took a tram to vape outside. I had a headache. It was chilly. I had never stepped outside in Vegas to be met with a brisk breeze, or the sight of people wearing coats. It was new, and oddly exciting. Vegas was usually an oven set to broil, but not this time.

In arrivals, we met my other sister - joining us from LA. She had on sequined sneakers, and also, there was a piece of toilet paper hanging from her waistband, which we readily pointed out and laughed about. She was giddy, glowing. “I needed this trip so badly.”

Later that evening Alice’s sister would arrive from Florida - and then there would be five of us. There is safety and strength in numbers, especially when the numbers are celebrating upcoming nuptials, and when the numbers are all girls.

Before we got in the car which would bring us to the Bellagio, I bought a heavy, sexy-looking bottle of coconut vodka at the airpot liquor store. I was caving already. We were here. We were here together, and everything we loved had been left behind. And it was fine.

Over the next two days, amazing things happened.

I lost hundreds of dollars on penny slots, and laughed till it hurt. I napped and ate without counting my Points. I thrived in the company of females, in that warm, buoyant, beguiling company - where talking together was as exciting as watching grown men on a stage take off their clothes and dance for us. (Hashtag Magic Mike.) We talked a lot. About kids, yes - the ones we had, the ones we planned on having, the ones we weren’t sure about. We talked about careers, and weddings, and books, and more trips, more time to ourselves, time together. We talked about how in our own small ways we hated our bodies, as much as we loved ourselves. We talked about shitting our pants and we cried, over cornbread and fried chicken at a Top Chef restaurant.

Alice was in love. Alice was getting married. Alice yelled at a dopey man in a cowboy hat who got in our faces.

Dag was writing a second novel. Dag had a flat stomach. Dag ate a whole bag of English Toffee brittle by herself.

Marika was selling pilots and uploading Insta Stories. Marika was happy. Marika was our mastermind.

Melanie had the best hair. It was red and lustrous and almost unreal. Melanie was planning the rest of her life.

Veronika was a new mom. Veronika sat on the edge of the hotel room bed, pumping breast milk, smiling.

There is nothing as powerful and affirming as women bonding. And how we bond - when the masks drop and the dainty gloves come off - is unrivaled.

Over the next two days, I traveled back to my youth, to the heady feeling of feeling alive, unconquerable, limitless. I visited the ATM machine too many times. I didn’t really call my children, or my husband. I drank White Russians, without really getting drunk. I thought about how the #metoo movement would never change men, but that - more importantly - it had the power to change us. That we were awakening. Learning to say no, to meet a smile with a scowl, to talk louder, to demand, to get up and go, to fight back. We would change. Men were hopeless, even the good ones. Men would never learn to read our minds. But we would learn to speak ours.

On our second night in Vegas, we sat on a velvet couch right by the stage, close to the men who were performing for us. Their bodies were chiseled, sure, but some had zits on their shoulder blades, and strange, bulbous moles we could make out from our seats. Some of them were phoning it in, some of them were beautiful acrobats, and when they sidled up to our hips, they whispered, is it ok, are you ok with this? I had never gone to a strip show before - and I’d arrived with a frown on my face, my legs crossed tightly, my hands folded in my lap like the schoolmarm that I was. But this was a bacheloretty trip, and Marika likes to plan activities, and so there we were. The emcee was a woman, dressed like a lion tamer, black blazer, her body strong and curvy, her voice deep and loud and reassuring. We felt safe having her up there, conducting and being boss. At the end of the show, she rode a giant stuffed unicorn into the sky, and at one point she locked eyes with my little sister and mouthed “Bye, Veronika.” And I don’t know why but it gave me goosebumps.

I didn’t want to say bye. I wanted to stay with them - wandering through casinos and talking and talking and talking - forever.

When we left Vegas, we left reluctantly. Reality was waiting for us, waiting at the door, the door held wide open, urging us to get back inside. We didn’t want to go back. We wanted to keep pumping and dumping, and popping another can of rose, and sliding another ten bucks into a Willy Wonka slot machine, and playing our luck. We wanted to keep hearing everything back home was fine without us.

Now, we are here. We stopped texting everyday. We are back to the grind, to chores, schedules, bedtimes, meltdowns. I miss the feeling of feeling young. I miss my girls. In my mind, our trip is branded forever. Tucked inside, nestled deeply, rooted. And yes, we’ll have weddings to go to, and airplanes to board, and homework to check, and appointments to go on, and babies to calm. We’ll have fights, jobs, scares, conferences, laundry, dishes, garbage, family, diets. We’ll have days when we want to crawl under a blanket. We’ll have peaceful moments of silence. We’ll have grief, rage, love, and monotony.

And we’ll always, always have Vegas in January.

Bye, Veronika. Till next time.

#girlstrip #vegas #women #bonding

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CAMILA KAUFFMAN FOR FLAUNT MAGAZINE ( 5/01/17) “Stop trying to grow up so fast. Now I look back and I’m twenty one now and I’m like, damn, I was thirteen wishing I was twenty one and now I’m twenty one wishing I was thirteen again. That’s what everyone tells their younger self– to slow down and chill a little bit.”

Camila Kauffman needs no introduction. If you have been on Instagram long enough we’re sure you’ve stumbled upon one of her selfies. But she’s far from just being an insta-chick. Justin Timberlake scouted her a few years ago because of her YouTube Bruno Mars covers. Since then she has moved in LA from NYC for school and back to NYC, and came out with a few impressive songs.

You started your singing career by uploading covers to YouTube. What made you decide to do that? “ Honestly nothing. I just love to sing all the time and wanted to post my videos on YouTube. It was so easy and simple. There was no thought behind it at all. I was like, ‘okay, Mom, I want to post a YouTube video’.”

Wow, that’s impressive! You were so motivated at a young age. Who inspired you back then? “ I really love Justin (Timberlake). That’s not how he started but I was like, wow, you never know what will happen. He started with a boy band and sort of skyrocketed into this amazing man and it was just like, ok that was his time, but this is a new decade and my time”

Why did you select those songs to sing? “ The Bruno Mars mash-up was one of the first I ever did. I just love Bruno Mars and at the time his songs were in the top charts so I was hearing them all the time. I got home one day and I decided to put them all together in one video and song. It just came out really well.”

You mentioned in a previous interview you love Britney Spears. What about her do you admire as a role model? Who are your other influences? “ Yes, 100%. I loved Britney Spears growing up. I was Britney Spears for Halloween. I loved her so much and I still do, she’s amazing. Now I love Rihanna and Amy Winehouse is a big influence too.”

What music was played at home? What did you grow up listening to when you first started singing? “ My dad and I actually used to jam out to Grateful Dead and the Rolling Stones. I always grew up around really good music considering what my dad does for a living. I think that’s where my musical side grows from.”

Sounds like you have a cool dad! Are your parents from a creative background? “ Yes my dad was more into the music side. My mom is really creative, too. She was an interior designer for a long time.”

Have they always been supportive with your music career? “ Oh, totally. They know I’m in love with music.”

Tell us about your relationship with your parents. Do you have any siblings? I think that when I moved to LA has drifted me and my mom apart because she still lived in New York. But it’s okay because we’re still really close. It’s sad that I didn’t get to see her everyday, but I did see my dad everyday whom I am close to as well. We spend a lot of time together so we fight a lot (laughs) but we’re definitely really close, and now that I’m back in New York it’s easier to see the both of them. But, I sadly have no siblings!”

You said previously that your mom manages you. Is it difficult for your mom to be your mom but also a manager? “ It’s been weird because when we fight we’re fighting about business stuff so it’s really difficult. I try and separate the two because I don’t ever want to ruin my relationship with my mom over business. A lot of business relationships end up falling out so I just want to make sure that we keep the two very separate. She can be a momager but can also be a mom.”

Do you think that it’s sustainable or do you hope to get a manager? “ I think she likes it but, yes, but I’ve recently switched management, actually.”

You spent most of your life growing up in New York City. What was it like?

“It was crazy; Manhattan is a crazy place. It was really fun and I have my best friends from there who I grew up with and I like LA, don’t get me wrong but New York wins by far.”

Sounds like a big change in environment from Manhattan to LA. Do you feel like you’ve changed when you moved from there? “ I think that it’s definitely influenced me in a really good way. I think I’ve grown a lot as an artist and a person. I’ve made a bunch of really great friends and I love it out there.”

How did you make the jump to LA? Did family go with you? “ I moved to attend USC when I graduated high school so no family went with me, but I think the move changed me a lot. For the better of course, but jumping from one coast to another was extremely drastic. My sorority helped me a ton, though. Shoutout Delta G!”

What would you tell your younger self before you moved to LA? “ Oh my goodness, so many things. Honestly I try not to do that because if I changed something I wouldn’t be where I am. Everything is an effect. Just tell myself to have fun and live in every moment and stop thinking about the future so much. Stop trying to grow up so fast. Now I look back and I’m twenty one now and I’m like, damn, I was thirteen wishing I was twenty one and now I’m twenty one wishing I was thirteen again. That’s what everyone tells their younger self– to slow down and chill a little bit.”

Let’s talk about your fan presence. Everything you do, people are watching. What does it feel like to have so much “power”? “ It’s kind of really scary because anything I say, if I slip up and say something wrong it’s penalized and I get criticised for it, which has happened. I’m only human, and I think sometimes people forget that because of the money, cars, clothes, or fame but I am just like them. I try to be positive on my social media and influence people talking about my music. I don’t harp on negativity in the public eye. I always try to inspire people and tell everyone they can do it because if I can, so can anyone.”

What does it feel like to be a role model to so many young girls? “It’s crazy. I was just a random kid and I was cherry-picked from my friends. It’s amazing that I can have such a big influence on so many girls because I was their age one time; they are my age now or even older than me. I care so much about the future and what I can do to impact people is just incredible. I’ve just been so blessed to have such a big fan base and following to say things that I mean. It’s weird, though. Don’t get me wrong. There are so many days I wish I didn’t have such big shoes to fill.”

That sounds like a lot of stress too! Is it ever stressful for you? “ Yes it’s hard because if I’m seen doing something that is not technically role model, I feel bad because I let my fans down. I want to make them proud.”

People under the public eye are being watched more than ever before. What is it like growing up with social media where everything is documented? “ It’s crazier than what people realize because everything you do is spread like wild fire. You post something then delete it and it’s everywhere already. Everything I do is being watched. It’s a blessing but also a curse because I get hate a lot and there’s ups and downs to it but I REALLY try to focus on the good stuff and beautiful things.”

Do you ever have second thoughts about this industry? “ Of course. There are times when I’m crying about something and I feel like no one’s there for me. If none of this happened maybe I won’t be feeling this way but you never know. Maybe I would be feeling even worse so you can’t look at your life and think ‘oh, I wish this never happened’ because you would never know where you would be if you did.”

Music is often a reflection of musicians themselves. What does your music say about you? “ It says that I’m going through the stages of life. It says that I’m definitely not a typical 21 year old girl. I’m into pretty weird stuff. We were just talking about ghosts (laughs) and murderers for the past hour (while hair and makeup) but I definitely always felt different from my friends. I think that my music speaks to that and speaks to the girls who are like me who don’t feel like they fit in all the time. I just try to make sure people know that they are not alone and they’re not the only weirdos out there.”

Outside of music do you have other inspirations? “ Yes there’s actually this girl called Casey Parker who doesn’t have one of her legs. She always tweets me progress photos because she lost her leg when she was really young so every time she grew she gets a new fake leg. I posted it on my instagram and just things like that are really cool. She says that I helped her through this whole thing and it’s been really hard for her. It’s amazing that I can have an impact on somebody like that. She inspires me so much. Also, just people in my everyday life are daily inspirations to me. I love love and I try to surround myself with love in my life.”

What does true love mean to you? “ I think true love is somebody who you can rely on all the time. Somebody who you can be their best friend but also be their girlfriend. It’s hard in the industry, and public eye alone. But, sometimes true love doesn’t mean a relationship, but sometimes it can mean friends, too. I have a great friend group, like my two best friends Vera (Bantini) and Ophelia (Warren) are constantly there for me and pick me up when I’m down. We’re all in the industry so it’s nice for them to relate to me on not only a spiritual level, but also an industry level.”

#˚✧* ––– magazine spread ❜#ophelia #vera #THEYRE MENTIONED so i tagged them idk

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The trick of The Circle is that anyone can be anyone else — the married man can play the Casanova; this guy can play that girl; a mom can play with her son — and Joey Sasso’s trick, it seems, is that he only ever played as himself.

Netflix’s latest reality series released its first season finale on Wednesday. The Circle saw a rotating cast of strangers sequestered in individual apartments in a building in the U.K. and forced to become friends while only interacting with each other using a social media platform in a kind of online popularity contest.

After 12 episodes, 26-year-old Sasso was named the winner of $100,000… to his obvious shock.

“I firmly had no idea it was happening,” he tells PEOPLE.

“I’m down to the final two and my hand is shaking, and my hand does not shake,” he says, sounding exactly like he does on The Circle. “I do not get nervous.”

RELATED: Netflix Drops Trailer for The Circle, Where Strangers Compete (and Catfish Each Other) for $100K

He shouldn’t have worried: The slick-haired New York bartender and self-proclaimed “proudest mama’s boy you’re ever gonna meet” pretty quickly charmed the rest of his castmates and (to take a very unscientific sampling) a lot of Netflix viewers as well.

In a show about who ends up as the most popular, it definitely didn’t hurt that he was never really hated by anyone else.

Shubham Goel — also known as “Shooby”and Sasso’s best Circle friend — remembers “the first day when I imploded and had a breakdown of a large magnitude, Joey was completely backing me up and supporting everything I said,” he tells PEOPLE.

“Me and Joey were different in every single way, but we were best buds in there,” says Goel, 24.

Proudly loyal, loudly (loudly) endearing and both childlike and competitive, Sasso, like Goel, largely cruised through the season as lesser-liked players got the cut. He had to make a few tough decisions himself, such as eliminating fellow contestant Sean Taylor soon after she revealed her real identity and allowing Miranda Bissonnette to get the boot even though they’d opened up to one another and traded sexy emoji.

“I love these people, but it’s a game, which was so hard and difficult to do,” Sasso acknowledges. “I’ve always been able to read people really well. I think that helped me tremendously.”

“My thing has always been, just don’t judge me even though we’re supposed to be judging each other,” he says, adding, “My whole thing was at any point in the show, if I got blocked or go home, I just wanted to make sure I had no regrets and stayed true to myself.”

While he gushes — really, he gushes — about his fellow contestants and the time he spent with them, he admits he had to make some difficult choices. It was a game, after all.

“It’s hard for me to say what the best part was, because honestly every day was amazing and the games were great, the challenges were great, interactions were great,” he says. “However, the low point for me is so easy to remember, which was when I had to block Sean.”

RELATED: What to Know About Netflix’s The Circle: ‘A Sassy Big Brother’ with a ‘Dollop of Catfish’

“Legitimately,” he says, he “struggled, cried and went to sleep just feeling absolutely terrible,” after one of the season’s most emotional moments. Taylor had just opened up about catfishing the other players as a skinnier version of herself, then uploaded real photos of what she looked like — and received a lot of love and support from her castmates. And then she got the boot.

“I gotta protect the OGs,” Sasso explains, referring to the original group of players who all made it to the finale instead of people like Sean, who joined midseason. “I’m just a loyal dude,” Sasso says.

And he’s not one to forget a spark — of friendship or romance. “You really hold onto these people and you really start caring,” he says.

“We definitely all stay in touch and touch base and it’s kind of a beautiful thing,” he says. Multiple Circle players tell PEOPLE they’re planning to reunite soon in Miami, where Sammie Cimarelli lives.

And Goel, Sasso says, is “my boy, I love him… I legitimately wanted him to win.”

“Shooby, he’s just such an interesting person and his outlook on life and the way he looks at certain things and the modern world… I think that’s what makes him a really, really beautiful person,” Sasso says.

View this post on Instagram For everybody continually asking about @randibananas and me, stay up to date on my insta later this week and we can finally dive into this and everything in our lives post @thecirclenetflix #thecircle #netflixtv #netflix #thecirclenetflix #netflixandchill #kiss

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Since the show started airing on Jan. 1, Sasso has been getting a lot of questions about his relationship with Bissonnette since they shared a kiss after she was eliminated, and he vowed to take her on a date after all was said and done. They had a spark, so would they ever get together? So far, they’re both just saying how great the other is, but that will likely change. Sasso noted on Instagram that he would “finally dive into this and everything in our lives” in the days following the finale’s release.

What’s true, to hear the cast tell it, is how close they all got. “Everyone’s like, ‘Dude we’re a family, we did this,’“ Sasso says. “It’s a shared experience that nobody can ever understand. We know that, and we try to hold that bond and keep it together.”

Part of that shared experience was being alone in his apartment (with only some company from the producers). And that did make him go a little stir-crazy, “but not in a bad way.”

“The most surprising thing for me was how much gameplay there was,” he says. “Truly you wake up and it’s on, you’re rolling.”

View this post on Instagram If you were going onto @thecirclenetflix who would YOU be, yourself or a catfish?! Never crossed my mind to be anybody but myself. #thecircle #thecirclenetflix

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View this post on Instagram Wow!!! My entire life I have always been “The Fan” who collects Fan Art and loves to geek out with likeminded people, but never in a million years did I think with @thecirclenetflix that Fan Appreciation would go so far that I would be warranted with Fan Art! Look at how DOPE this is. Sending so much love and a special shout out to @alicia.rene_ for for doing this. You absolutely killed it and put such a big smile on my face. Please FOLLOW her page… What better way to get ready for THE FINAL FOUR episodes of @thecirclenetflix dropping at Midnight PST. #thecircle #thecirclenetflix #netflix #netflixandchill #netflixtv

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On the finale, Sasso said he had just moved into a new apartment. He’s still bartending, he tells PEOPLE, and also going on acting auditions.

He also co-wrote and starred in the independent film The Young Lion of the West, which took years and years to put together and, now that it’s done, he’s hoping to take on the festival circuit.

Sasso describes it as a little Mean Streets, a little Saturday Night Fever; he plays a club promoter in Rochester grappling with ambition, greed and family turmoil. But he could almost be talking about The Circle.

“It’s a magical thing that happened where all these amazing, amazing people got picked to do this thing,” he says, “and it also taught me that, yes, I’ve been hurt and let down by friends in my life but I also never want that to make me feel jaded and change my trust in people.”

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blessethwrites · 5 years

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Fandom: BnHA

Pairing: TodoBaku

Summary: For someone who doesn't use it too often, social media is a surprisingly big part of Shouto's life. Another is the crush he's been nursing on Bakugou. It's distinctly possible the two are connected.

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Bakugou Fucking Katsuki ☑

@groundzero

https://t.co/f23he7w new shouto merch go buy it or sth idgaf

19:45 PM - 11 April 2XXX

2.43M Retweets 5.81M Likes

Shouto receives a notification as soon as the tweet is uploaded because, for some reason, when the message popped up back when he was setting up his account asking if he wanted to get an alert every time @groundzero posted something, he clicked yes without a second thought.

Thinking about it now, Shouto can admit to himself it probably had something (a lot) to do with the fact he had (has) some sort of feelings for Bakugou. It’s been that way ever since their third year at UA and Shouto can actually pinpoint the exact moment he started seeing Bakugou in this new light -- something he’s been told isn’t very typical.

(“With most people it’s a gradual thing, I think,” Izuku said once Shouto confided in him. “They like each other as friends first, then they realise at some point down the road those feelings have grown into something else, something more.” He blinked then, mind seemingly catching up to his mumbling, and waved his hands around so vigourously Shouto was worried they’d fall off. “Not that, not that there’s anything wrong about your situation! I’m not an expert on those things, I’ve never really even dated anyone! I definitely didn’t mean to imply you’re weird or your situation’s weird or--” At this point Shouto raised a hand and attempted to ease Izuku’s worries, assuring him that’s not how he took his words, that he wasn’t offended, etc. Privately, though, he couldn’t help but wonder if Izuku’s perceived understanding of crushes and feelings wasn’t based mainly on his own predicament; he did notice how flustered Izuku seemed to get around that one particular classmate of theirs.)

His phone lights up again with yet another notification and Shouto can feel his lips twitching. He raises his head, finally, to look at where Bakugou’s lounging on the couch across of him.

“Don’t you have your own merchandise to promote?”

Bakugou barely even looks up from his phone as he says, without missing a beat, “Freakshow said I should do some charity work.”

It gets a snort out of Shouto, though he’s quick to cover it up once he sees Bakugou’s eyes shift to him. He can’t have the man thinking Shouto finds him amusing; it’d only feed his already too big to be healthy ego, and Shouto’s not that gone on him.

Mostly.

“I doubt she appreciates being called that,” he says instead, tone intentionally dry to make up for his previous slip-up. He knows he’s right, though, because he can recall at least five different occasions where Bakugou’s manager’s yelled at him for not using her name. Honestly, Shouto’s just impressed she can even do her job -- managing Bakugou in any way seems incredibly vexing, if dealing with him on a daily basis is any indication.

“Guess how many fucks I give,” Bakugou says in response and this time, his eyes stay on his phone, fingers rapidly flying over the screen. He’s surprisingly active on social media, much more than Shouto himself that’s for sure; Shouto has no idea how he does it nor what appeal there is to it, but he’s not judging. Not in the slightest, considering Bakugou’s online presence is one of the highlights of Shouto’s day.

He has to stifle a wince as soon as that thought crosses his mind because honestly, at this point his crush is just sad.

#bakugou katsuki

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[Two screenshots of Bakugou Katsuki’s most recent tweets. One says, ‘new shouto merch go buy it or sth idgaf’ and provides a link to Todoroki Shouto’s website. The other says, ‘srsly go buy that shit it’s lit *fire emoji*’]

#bakugou katsuki #ground zero #todoroki shouto #shouto #not tagging any ships bc i don’t want to start discourse

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earphonejackss

okay so not to be That Person but like,, Bakugou is so freaking supportive of his friends?? i mean remember when he also tweeted about Mina’s debut as a pro? and when he posted the photos of kaminari kicking that villain’s ass on his insta (i forget the villain’s name but you know which pics i mean)? and then that thread shutting down a kirishima hater and talking abt how badass kirishima is?

get yourself a friend like bakugou katsuki honestly

#bakugou katsuki #bakusquad #we stan a king

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Have you seen The Tweets???

I have seen them! And let me just say, I live for that kind of interactions. Be it as friends or more, Bakugou and Todoroki respect each other so much and that’s so heartwarming to see! Also, I like to think Bakugou already owns at least some of the merch lol!

#answered #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #todobaku #i’d love to see them do some more stuff together #whether to team up for something or just hang out or post something together

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“So,” Izuku starts after taking a sip of his iced tea. “How’s Kacchan?”

It’s an innocent question and yet it makes Shouto frown at what it implies. He knows perfectly well that Izuku and Bakugou are on much better terms now than they’ve ever been, and while they still clash every now and then, it’s not that much of a stretch to assume they’re keeping tabs on each other. Which, of course, means Izuku isn’t really asking how Bakugou is. No, he’s subtly hinting at Shouto’s feelings, to which Shouto honestly has no idea how to respond.

“He’s fine,” is what he says finally. In the back of his mind, he wishes he hadn’t already finished his drink so that he could have something to distract himself with, but alas, he and Izuku scheduled to meet right after his workout and so he was quick to finish both his meal and his drink.

Izuku seems to find his answer unsatisfactory because he frowns too, expression matching Shouto’s, except when Midoriya Izuku frowns, it’s like looking at a wounded puppy. “Nothing’s changed between you two?”

“I… don’t see why it would.” After all, Shouto is reasonably sure none of his actions have been betraying his feelings and he has no intention of changing that.

Izuku shakes his head, energetically, of course, the way he does everything. “You’ve been spending a lot of time together! And Kacchan always talks about you, doesn’t he? In interviews and on his accounts; I really think there’s something there!”

Shouto raises an eyebrow, dubious. He’s never got that feeling from the way Bakugou acts around him. Yes, they’ve become friends now, he supposes, but something more? It’s honestly never crossed his mind Bakugou could see him in such a light.

“I believe he’s only being,” friendly, he goes to say but then remembers it’s Bakugou he’s talking about and his lips twitch, “civil.”

“I don’t know about that,” Izuku says, thoughtful, and there’s a glint in his eye that reminds Shouto of when he’s taking notes on various Quirks. He stifles a sigh; he really hopes Izuku doesn’t go to overanalyse his relationship with Bakugou. That would just make everything even more confusing and tiring than it already is.

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A Comprehensive List of All (Known Public) Shouto and Ground Zero Interactions

Ground Zero and Shouto debut as Pro-Heroes on the same day. Ground Zero subtweets about Shouto and seems to be challenging him while at the same time congratulating him.

Ground Zero does an interview in which he mentions Shouto as one of his biggest rivals. (2:47) (Also, the question is about which heroes he respects the most so Ground Zero doesn’t mean rivals in a negative way.)

Red Riot uploads a picture of Ground Zero’s 21st birthday celebration which seems to consist of a small circle of close friends (nicknamed by the general public as ‘the Bakusquad’) and, perhaps most notably, Shouto.

Ground Zero is asked by a reporter if his friends influence his speech patterns (in regards to recent rumours swirling around at the time that he might be dating fellow hero, Utsushimi Camie, who is known for using ‘slang’ words which also make frequent appearances in Ground Zero’s tweets.) He answers, “Fuck no. It’d be funny, though, if it worked like that. Imagine Icy Hot cursing. I’d pay to see that.” EDIT: Here’s a link. A huge thank you to @todobaku for sending me that clip!

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As two of the relatively youngest (and, Shouto feels no shame to admit mostly because it doesn’t matter, the most popular) heroes on the scene, it makes sense UA would ask Shouto and Bakugou to talk to some classes, offer them useful advice and maybe even help them with their development.

As Shouto and Bakugou, however, Shouto is inclined to wonder what the principal even expects would happen. After all, he’s aware he’s not one of the most expressive heroes out there; that’s not to say he lacks passion, despite what many might believe, but instead that he shows it in a different way. His whole life, his determination and conviction have been silent, focused, not expressed through shouted words and loud proclamations.

He doesn’t know how to inspire those kids in a way they’d understand him.

Then there’s Bakugou, who Shouto knows will tip the scales in the other direction. He gets fired up over the smallest of things and while sometimes helpful in a fight, Shouto understands his attitude can also be overwhelming for someone who’s not used to his ways.

Simply put, he doesn’t hold out much hope for this to end up as a successful class.

“Morning,” Bakugou grumbles as he enters the teachers’ room, hands inside his pockets, less than five minutes before they’re supposed to go meet the kids. He takes a long look around before letting out a snort. “Huh. Not as shitty as I expected.”

Shouto is about to reply, dry comment already on the tip of his tongue, when a voice beats him to it.

“Thank you for the outstanding review,” Aizawa says from the doorway, face and voice as blank as ever. “Would you like to inspect the rest of the staff’s rooms or are you ready to go?”

Bakugou crosses his arms, face twisting, and Shouto is horrified to discover he even finds his scowl attractive in a way. “You still teaching, old man? Sure you can keep up?”

Shouto rolls his eyes and doesn’t bother hiding it. He knows for a fact that Bakugou keeps in touch with Aizawa, and he remembers the father-son relationship they’d grown to have sometime during second year; it’s just like Bakugou, though, to show affection through borderline insults.

“Save some of your attitude for the students,” he mutters as he passes him by on the way out. Aizawa’s already turned around, headed towards the training ground they’re supposed to meet the kids on, and Shouto stifles a smile as he hears Bakugou complain (loudly and violently, as one does) about being ignored.

His smile melts into a more resigned expression, however, once Bakugou pushes past him and Aizawa and greets the students with, “So you little shits want to be heroes, huh?”

PRO-HEROES SHOUTO AND GROUND ZERO MAKE AN APPEARANCE AT UA TO TEACH A SPECIAL CLASS (PICTURES INCLUDED)

Only yesterday young heroes Todoroki Shouto (23), also known by his hero name ‘Shouto’, and Bakugou Katsuki (24), a.k.a. Ground Zero, visited UA’s grounds to join class 1-A for a special training session. Todoroki and Bakugou, both former students of the Academy, have been big names on the hero scene even before their respective debuts (which happened coincidentally on the same day!) so it should come as no surprise the school’s turned to them to offer some advice to the young heroes-in-training.

Take a look at our photo gallery to see exclusive pictures from the event!

The two heroes showed up at the Academy early in the morning, ready to get some training done with the young students of Class 1-A. The class representative, Hattori Eka, kindly agreed to tell us more about the experience, saying that “[Ground Zero] was very intense. He engaged with the entire class from the moment he saw us. Shouto let him take the lead, mostly, but he was also very helpful! It’s easy to see why those two are such amazing heroes,”

During the past year, Shouto and Ground Zero’s names have become more intertwined, with the two of them frequently teaming up and actively talking about one another online. (Click here to see tumblr user symbol-of--peace-all-might’s neatly compiled list of all their known interactions.) It’s certainly not a friendship we expected but perhaps it’s the one we’ve needed all along.

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zerouravity: lol ‘they’re such good friends :) just dudes being bros :) bros being dudes :)’

lilacsong: It’s… because they are?

zerouravity: nah man they bonin for sure

allienquen: lol wut? take off ur shipping glasses pls ur embarrassing

dekuuunumberone: This has to be the fourth person I see describing Ground Zero as “intense”. The hell’s that even mean?

itmayoritmaynot: dude’s an asshole, that’s what

todobae: Ughhh never have I ever wished more I went to UA instead. Luckyyy

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Speaking to Momo usually leaves Shouto feeling relaxed and peaceful. She has a quality about her, one that simply makes him feel at ease when she’s around.

Since they teamed up in first year, they’ve only been growing closer, to the point where Shouto now feels more than comfortable placing his full trust in her. And he finds there’s something very liberating about knowing you can rely on someone like that.

So, yes, conversation with Momo or even simply being in her presence usually puts Shouto at ease. Tonight seems to be a slight exception, and due to no fault at Momo, of course. No, she simply does what every good friend would do and admits she’s been worried about him.

“You don’t seem happy,” she says, hesitant, unsure, as if Shouto could get mad at her for voicing her thoughts. “I mean, you do seem content. And I know things have been good lately, quieter and safer, but I can’t help but get the feeling you’re waiting for something to happen.” She waves a hand, nothing like Izuku’s energetic gestures; when Momo moves, she moves with calculated grace, somehow able to make every motion seem elegant. “That doesn’t make much sense, forgive me.”

“No,” Shouto speaks up, throat dry. He has no idea how to react to her words but not because she’s overstepping, as Momo surely believes she is. It’s because what she said hits too close to home, and before she brought it to his attention, Shouto never even noticed.

Now, however, he can’t ignore the truth of her words. Lately, he has been drifting, both in life and even in his work. As Momo said, things have been much quieter, with not as many villain attacks and a notable decrease in petty crimes too; for someone who grew up surrounded by tragedy and villains waiting at every corner, Shouto finds himself perhaps unsurprisingly unused to a life of relative peace.

His days, he realises, consist of the same routine, going over the motions over and over again, and yes, Momo’s right on that count as well -- he isn’t happy. If he has to be perfectly honest, Shouto feels rather useless, really.

The world doesn’t need him so desperately at the moment and it suddenly hits Shouto that he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself when he’s not needed.

You’re waiting for something to happen, Momo said. And he is.

When UA invited him to that teaching session, he was glad. Excited even. He didn’t have high expectations, yes, but still he looked forward to going. Even yesterday, when Momo contacted him with the suggestion to get dinner together, he found himself checking the time every now and then, counting the hours until their little outing.

It’s… a lot to realise in a minute.

“No,” he repeats and shakes his head. “You’re right. I… I hadn’t thought about it like that but you’re right. As always,” he adds with a small smile. It quickly slips away as he sighs. “I simply don’t know what to do with myself,” he confesses and a part of him feels bad about complaining essentially about being bored but he’s so very tired, suddenly. So he allows himself to let go of guilt, just for a brief moment.

Momo’s smile is encouraging. “There are plenty of things you can do! You can pick up a new hobby, meet up with friends, maybe even travel. In fact, I think a change of scenery is exactly what you need.” She keeps talking, a steady flow of different suggestions leaving her lips, and Shouto smiles.

At last, the feeling of calm is back.

Bakugou K.

>> Hello, Bakugou.

>> I was wondering if you had any plans tonight?

> im a busy dude icy hot

> whaddya want

>> I happen to have two tickets to the play ‘The Dancing Dragons’ and I was wondering if you’d perhaps like to accompany me.

> lol laaaame

>> You don’t want to, then?

> fuck off i didnt say that

> ill b there

>> That’s good.

> fucking fantastic

K. Mai @valentiness

I’m seeing some dumb play and I’m pretty sure Shouto and Ground Zero are sitting right behind me.

K. Mai @valentiness

I stg there better not be a villain attack. I came to enjoy my night and I know those boys’ luck. #nightruined

Kamidamn @kkstyle

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omg is it really them?? are you sure?? that’s so exciting!

Ash @thatbinch

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Don’t be so quick to believe everything you read online. Also, ‘dumb play’=’enjoy my night’? Next time make your story more consistent, at least.

K. Mai @valentiness

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We all have hobbies. Mine is making fun of dumb plays. Yours is being a killjoy on the Internet. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[Attached: One slightly blurry image of Todoroki Shouto and Bakugou Katsuki sitting at a theatre, talking. In the corner of the picture, the upper half of a blonde woman’s face can be seen.]

“So,” Bakugou begins, arms crossed, but despite his confrontational tone and furrowed eyebrows, Shouto thinks he seems genuinely curious. “Why’d you call me here?”

“I asked,” he clarifies, a slight frown appearing on his face. “You’re making it sound as if I made you come.”

Predictably, Bakugou lets out a snort and once again, Shouto finds himself utterly charmed, despite better judgement. “You can’t ‘ make me ’ do anything, Icy Hot,” Bakugou says, meeting his eye, and there’s something there that sends a rush of electricity over Shouto’s skin. It’s not like the feeling he gets whenever he uses his Quirk and Shouto, while not the most experienced when it comes to romance, isn’t stupid. He’s just stupidly attracted to Bakugou, has been for quite a while, and it excites him as well as worries him.

He looks away and instead turns his eyes to the stage. It doesn’t lessen his attraction but it does make it easier to pretend it’s not there. “Of course not,” he agrees, attempting to stifle his smile as, out of the corner of his eye, he notices Bakugou watching him with something akin to suspicion. “You’re much too thickheaded for that.”

“Bastard,” Bakugou grumbles and punches him in the bicep, much too lightly to do any damage; it’s basically a caress by Bakugou standards, he thinks, amused. “What’s this dumb play even about?”

“Dragons,” Shouto says, tone dry. “That dance.”

K. Mai @valentiness

Not to feed into rumours and shit but that Shouto kid is a smartass and I respect that. Also, GZ is kind of an asshole (which I respect too) but you already knew that.

K. Mai @valentiness

To all of you asking me for details, gee, chill out. The dudes are just hanging out (or are on a date, don’t know, don’t care), I’m not about to snoop on their conversations and live tweet it like it’s a fucking event. (1/3)

K. Mai @valentiness

I happened to overhear something funny, I mentioned it, end of story. Damn, can’t post anything on this website without some of you going batshit crazy over dumb shit. Let the boys live and most importantly, let ME live. (2/3)

K. Mai @valentiness

Srsly, if one more person starts blowing up my DMs asking for more pictures or gossip etc, I’m gonna lose my shit. Now let me chill on my night off you crazies. (I’d call you harpies but harpies are too cool for some of you shitheads.) (3/3)

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Shouto raises an eyebrow, amused, as his phone chimes in with yet another Twitter notification, as it has been doing for the past few minutes. “Are you getting into fights on the Internet again?” he asks Bakugou who finally puts his phone down.

“Shut up,” he says but his tone lacks heat. He pokes around his food, unusually hesitant, before his abrasive attitude wins over and he lets out an annoyed breath. “Some woman saw us at the theatre. And then numbskulls started asking her for pictures and shit.”

Shouto blinks, for some reason slow to take Bakugou’s words in. He tries to think back on something particularly incriminating this woman might’ve captured but quite frankly, he draws blank; he imagines they must’ve seemed pretty boring to an outsider, even if Shouto considers the night anything but.

“Alright,” he says, unsure of what else there is to say. However Bakugou’s still staring at him, expectant, so Shouto tries to come up with more. “How many pictures?”

It’s a stupid thing to ask, Shouto realises that as soon as the words leave his mouth, but he’s committed to his temporary, Bakugou-induced stupidity. So he meets Bakugou’s eye, waiting, and tries not to wince at the dumbfounded look he gets.

“The fuck you mean, she shot them down.” A grin appears on the man’s lips. “It was pretty fucking funny, actually, I even followed her after that shit.”

Shouto, once again, blinks. There are no pictures, then. If that’s the case, he has to admit he’s at a loss as to why Bakugou was so upset a few moments ago.

“Okay. I’m… glad?” It always amazes him how he seems to lose any semblance of eloquence around Bakugou and, not for the first time this evening, Shouto has to hold back a wince.

“I thought you were supposed to be smart, Half and Half,” Bakugou huffs. (How after all these years of knowing each other he can’t come up with a nickname that doesn’t sound like something a first grader would say is beyond Shouto.) “I’m used to that kind of shit and I don’t give a fuck. But you like privacy and shit, I guess. And it’s not like it’s my fucking fault some people are dumb fucks that don’t know what ‘privacy’ means in the first place; it’s just fun to curse them out.”

It takes Shouto a moment to process everything because, as previously established, his brain tends to malfunction around Bakugou. Once he does, however, it’s really damn hard to contain the smile that threatens to grow on his lips.

Because, in the end, Bakugou’s little speech boils down to the fact he feels bad Shouto’s privacy has been breached (or close to being breached? Shouto still isn’t entirely clear on the details of the story). And those Twitter rants he posted, he did it because of Shouto. (Terrible as far as marketing moves go; Shouto expects Bakugou will hear from his manager very soon.)

“Are you capable of holding a conversation without cursing? I thought you were supposed to be smart,” he echoes Bakugou’s own words back at him, as if his heart isn’t pounding in his chest. He knows, though, that Bakugou still isn’t the best at accepting gratitude, so he wagers that’s a safer bet than outright saying ‘thank you’.

And, true to Shouto’s expectations, Bakugou leans back in his chair, relaxing. “Bastard,” he says and for a brief moment, Shouto can swear his eyes go soft.

It’s a good night.

from: [email protected]

to: undisclosed recipients

subject: Class Reunion 2XXX

Dear former classmates,

As your former class representative, I have taken it upon myself to organise a class reunion to celebrate five years since graduation. I ask you forgive my forwardness and I most fervently hope you will all attend!

In the file attached to this e-mail, I have included all the necessary details surrounding this gathering.

I encourage you all to RSVP.

Iida Tenya,

Former representative of Class A

“You goin’?” is the first thing Bakugou says as soon as Shouto answers his call.

“Good morning to you as well. I slept well, thank you, and yourself?”

“Very funny, Icy Hot. So. You going or what?”

“I am. I see no reason not to.”

Bakugou hums but doesn’t say anything.

“Are you?” Shouto tries.

“...Yeah, Kirishima’s been nagging me about it ever since we got the e-mail; he’s annoying.”

It’s Shouto’s turn to let out a noncommittal hum and a semi-awkward silence falls upon them.

“Well,” he says at last. “If that was all you wanted--”

“Wait,” Bakugou cuts him off and Shouto waits. He hears a slow exhale on the other end. “I…,” Bakugou trails off and Shouto’s pretty sure the rate at which his heart is beating can’t be healthy. “I’ll kick your ass.”

What. “What?”

“You heard me,” Bakugou says and his tone is a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “So… get ready. To lose. When I beat you.”

And he ends the call.

Shouto can’t remember the last time he was this confused.

[A picture of the former class A, sans Mineta Mineru, who disappeared under mysterious circumstances during first year, and featuring Shinsou Hitoshi who joined the class the following year.]

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dekuofficial Class A reunited! #loveyouguys

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[A short clip showing Class A sitting on the floor, playing Villain. Bakugou is yelling from behind the camera, saying “If I was the fucking Villain I’d have killed you all already!” to which someone replies, “Dude, that’s not how the game’s played!” Bakugou yells back “Whatever, fucking extra, I’m not the fucking Villain!” and the clip ends.]

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groundzero as if i’d be dumb enough to kill deku first

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halfhothalfnot so who was it in the end?

|groundzero fuckin uraraka

After the game, once the main group splits up, Shouto finds himself sat on the couch next to Bakugou. They’re supposed to be watching some sort of film but Shouto has a hard time focusing on anything other than the man beside him.

They haven’t exactly spoken since The Phone Call (yes, it’s become a capitals-worthy event in Shouto’s mind, that’s how bad he has it) though they haven’t officially fallen out either. At least Shouto doesn’t think so.

He hopes not.

The screams and explosions coming from the TV are loud and obnoxious but somehow it’s all background noise for Shouto. In fact, he’s keenly aware of the silence between himself and Bakugou, and it feels louder than the world around them; it makes no sense even in his head, but it also kind of does. Only a little bit.

He shakes his head and has to wonder if he’s not more of a lightweight than he originally thought.

“You okay, Icy Hot?”

The question is unexpected and Shouto has to turn his head to look at Bakugou to make sure he didn’t simply imagine it. When he does, however, he finds Bakugou staring straight ahead at the TV, the only sign he’s not really paying attention being the furrow of his brows and his clenched jaw.

“Of course.”

Bakugou snorts but doesn’t say anything else which of course means it’s up to Shouto to continue (revive?) the conversation. Except he’s tired, both of those feelings he’s been keeping under wraps for years and of the disappointment that always follows getting his hopes up for nothing. So he lets out a small sigh and gets up to leave.

“Right. Well, have a good night,” he mutters to Bakugou as he passes him by because he’s a boy with an unrequited crush, yes, but that doesn’t erase years of etiquette lessons.

Bakugou says nothing.

#todobaku

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[Images: Both pictures are cropped from the Class A picture Midoriya Izuku posted on his Instagram. One is of Bakugou Katsuki and the other of Todoroki Shouto.]

fUCKIN SCREAMIN look at todobaku staring at each other Like That™ ughhh kill me rn

#todobaku #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #TELL ME THAT’S A PLATONIC LOOK I DARE YOU

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Holy shit Bakugou’s going off I stan

EDIT: Here’s what I mean, for those who asked.

#bakugou katsuki #todobaku #? #bitch idk but this shit is wild

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